the first time was a mistake… they’d showed up to the same undercover mission, completely unaware of the others presence, until it was too late to do anything about it. they decided to work together —— after much hushed arguing behind a velvetine floor to ceiling curtain. working together led to an encounter in the hall. bodies close — jason’s knee between a set of slender legs, revealing one to any onlookers through the slit in her gown. with her hair in loose, bouncy curls, his face remained obscured from the men they’d been trailing — so long as he kept low, nose to the crook of her jaw. ❝ do we really have to do it like this? ❞ came a hushed and frustrated whisper. no sooner had she been gently hushed was she turning her head to object. MUAH! their lips meet —— gentle and unexpected. it led to wide eyed, silent conversations and a friendship of sorts that neither could pin point the source of. she hadn’t meant to. it wouldn’t happen again.
the second time was tender —— jason had called. a flu of sorts had washed over his safe house, and so the blonde found herself in a paper mask gently patting his heated, sweaty forehead with a damp rag. fingers combed through damp hair, she waits for him to fall asleep before allowing a small kiss against his temple in hopes he get better soon. she would never tell him and for that she could rest easy.
the third time was on a dare. the entire family gathered together for a rousing family game night. barbara wins nearly every strategy game, much to the dismay of tim and dick. once the eldest bat turns in for the night, damian is turned away and by the request of someone unremembered, a game of SMOOCH OR SHARE begins to unfold. after an embarrassing confession from jason, leaving stephanie giggling, it’s his turn. he would choose smooch. the bottle spins. nerves rise along with the tension as the bottle comes to a slow. why me. in an effort to end the turn as quickly as it had begun, she leans in fast. it had meant to be a small peck on the cheek — what it turned to was a gentle pressing of her lips against the corner of his mouth and soon her butt is back on its sitting pillow. cheeks redder than his helmet could ever become.
the fourth time was innocent —— her bedroom broken into by its solitary window. blood across the hard wood had her nervously grabbing a baseball bat, until she saw the source of the immense bleeding. jason, leaned against the bathroom counter, bleeding from a gash to the shoulder. ❝ jesus christ you scared me! ❞ bat dropped, she’s zoning in on the wound and pulling out the emergency kit she keeps handy. it takes little time to stitch and dress the wound — much to the complaints of the one who broke in to begin with. there’s a small kiss pressed to the bandage where trace amounts of blood have already begin to seep through. she looks him in the eye and smiles.
the fifth time was just to sway embarrassment. it was new years eve. she’d wanted to spend this evening alone in her underwear watching scary movies on her couch. instead she was in an uncomfortable gown at wayne manor watching socialites intermingle and prepare to celebrate for the new year. she’d been avoiding tim. what with his thing with tiffany fox, she didn’t want to face the ugly truth that he really was gone this time. she spent the evening drinking to soothe her mild ache and by midnight she realized there was no one for her to really celebrate with. usually it would be cass, but she’d excused herself long before that citing something of a stomach ache. lucky. turning her head she saw her next best option. traipsing right up to the much taller figure, she pulls him down by the shoulder and presses a sticky lipgloss kiss to his cheek. ❝ happy new year, jerk. ❞ and she smiles again. @stoletires
