something more. part one: mrs magic.
summary: the first time you and jason met. (you two are in hs)
notes: hii! i’m still improving soooo..enjoy! (yes, that is a pride and prejudice reference at the end)
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books. that’s all jason came for. but as he stepped inside the library, he came out with something different.
the door’s bell rang, and jason stepped in. he offered a quick nod to the librarian out of respect, and made his way to the literature aisle.
sitting there, nose in your book, you peeked up to spot him.
some random guy, about six foot tall, carrying an air of bloody knuckles and bruised sides, stands in between the shelves, head buried a little deeper in a leather bound copy of…pride and prejudice?
noticing you, he cleared his throat, looked away, and sat on the stool beside you, book leaning on the shared table. for about a while, you both stayed like that, sitting in comfortable silence.
it..wasn’t silence for jason, though.
as you skipped to another page in your book, jason’s heart was pounding with every second, the hand that tapped against the table now paused.
the moment he spotted you, all coherent thoughts he had just simply…walked away.
the only thing on his mind now, (and probably forever) was you. awkwardness creeped into the library, and jason’s mouth moved before he could register it.
“uh..you come here a lot?”
you turn your head to him.
“..pretty often, you?”
he smiles, tentative and warm. “only when i’m free. i’m waiting for someone here, and work takes up my life, so this,” he gestured to the books, “is my getaway.”
you tilt your head, a smile creeping on your face. “what do you do for work anyway?”
he hesitates, “uh-nothing important. just..it’s a part time international thing is all.” he looks away while talking, only making eye contact at the end of his sentence. “you? what do you do for work?”
“oh, i work part time in a bar. it isn’t far from here though, about across the street, so that’s why i’m here pretty often.”
“..cool. i’ll check it out.”
you both went back to your respective books, before the silence was broke once again, by none other than you.
“..you go to school in gotham central?”
he freezes. like, visibly stops moving. “how’d you know?”
you point to his id. his shoulders drop, relaxing.
“ah, yeah, that explains it.”
“are you in section five, perhaps?”
jason’s eyes narrowed. “yes..”
you smiled.“cool! we’re in the same section so,” you stuck your hand out for him to shake. “it’s nice to meet you,” you peeked his id, “jason.”
well, you’ve done it now. the moment you smiled at him, his brain short-circuited. his hand instinctively shook yours, the contact sending sparks to his heart. as his smile built up even more, words (as coherent as he tried to make them) tumbled out of his mouth.
“yeah-um, yeah. my name’s jason and uh-wow, you’re pretty. pretty social, i mean! yeah, uh, it’s nice that we’re going to the same class. we’ll get to know each other, and-“
“jason.”
he looked up so quickly it could give him whiplash. “yeah?”
“breathe,” you offered him a soft smile again, which made his breath stutter even more.
his hand rubbed the back of his neck, “yeah, uh, sorry. i don’t usually act like this.”
you nodded. “me neither.”
he looked at you–really looked at you–and quiet understanding washed over him. a few minutes in again, the silence popped by the “ding!” of your phone. you picked it up, squinting at the screen before fixing your things and returning your book. jason looked…visibly concerned.
“where you going?”
“start of shift.” you smiled at him again. “i’ve got to go.” you paused, slinging your bag back over your shoulder, “it was nice meeting you, jason. see you at school?”
he smiled back. “yeah..yeah, see you.” you walked out of the library, and jason sat there, watching you get into the bar across the street.
a few minutes later, the library’s bell chimed again. roy harper, looking way too tired for this, walked in. jason didn’t even bat an eye at him, eyes still on you. roy followed his gaze, a smirk widening as he saw you and jason’s lovestruck gaze. “who’s she?”
he paused, “..i never got her name.”
“..you look like a creep, jason.”
jason got, up, clearing his throat and scoffing. “speak for yourself.”
roy stepped out of the library, jason following soon after, his eyes still on the bar.
jason didn’t know your favorite colour, or where you lived. hell, he didn’t even know your name. but he knew one thing.
he was in love with you–most ardently.