Deaged Jason And Bruce??

me trying not to smile from the fanfic i just read

Alliance

Jason Todd × reader

Warning: None.

Summary: Jason and you have been dating for a few weeks, but you don't have a Alliance, so you solve the problem.

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The view from the top of Jason's building to Gotham was beautiful and pleasant. It didn't even look like the hell it really was, seen from so high up.

You and Jason were on the top floor, enjoying the view after his patrol. And because he had come back alive. Sitting on a towel you had brought, facing each other, but with your heads towards the other buildings and the lights from the cars and streetlights below.

You had been dating for a few weeks, but you still didn't have a ring. So you got one. At least a temporary one.

- Well, we still don't have a ring. But - I interrupt myself to take a plastic bag from my backpack. - This should do the trick. To scare away any nosy people.

He looks at the plastic in my hand with a raised eyebrow. Jason smiles and then laughs at the rings, giving me his right hand so I can put one of the "rings" on.

- You're unbelievable sometimes. - He says as he looks into my eyes, with his shining, perhaps with happiness.

- Jason Peter Todd - You start reciting words like in a wedding. - I accept you as my Boyfriend , in the bruises, in the shots and in the fights with your father. - You say as you adjust the “ring” on his finger.

Jason takes your right hand, after you finish speaking and put the ring on, and redoes what you did.

He starts reciting your name as he looks into your eyes and holds your finger.

- I accept you as my girlfriend, in your tantrums, madness and your mockery.

Jason finishes reciting and kisses your hand, where the ring was. Making the entire zoo party in your belly.

He pulls you by the hand, making your mouths collide and starting a calm and passionate, but needy kiss. As if he couldn't stand living without you. And you couldn't live without him.

The blizzard-like feeling in your belly remains there, especially when his left hand pulls the hair on the back of your neck and his right hand goes down and holds your waist.

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Track 3 ft izana Kurokawa (part of the campfire stories collection)

Izana is counting your breaths.

In. Out. In. Out.

You're turned away from him, holding the duvet up to your cheek and wrapped around your fist like you're going to punch through a window. And he's watching your chest rise and fall, fast and shallow breaths because you've not been asleep for long and he knows you're always quiet when you do. Often, when he's late, he finds you under the covers and his heart will stop, or miss a beat because your chest hardly seems to move and your breath is near silent and then you'll stir or twitch as you're prone to do and he sighs in relief.

But this time, he's watching you, with his chest to your back and winding a finger around your hair, playing with the end as he listens hypnotically to the rhythmic undulation of your breathing. He's tracing the marks on your back, small birthmarks and old scars with a long finger till he reaches your tailbone and then pulls away to grab his phone from the nightstand.

When he sits up, you twitch again and he holds his breath as he watches you turn onto your stomach, the crown of your head now glossy with the light that spills in through the gap in the curtain.

Izana calls his last contact, one hand still resting on your back, his voice low and apprehensive.

'Hey,' Kakucho whispers, his own voice gravelly and rough and undulated with dryness. 'What's up? It's late.'

Izana clears his throat and Casts a glance to the slat in the curtain where an orange flare of light comes and goes as a car rolls past.

'Were you sleeping?' izana asks, keeping his voice low and quiet, a bare whisper above the faint hum of the heating chugging through the pipes.

'Yeah, sorta, but it's fine. What's wrong?'

'I....I need to ask you something.'

Kakucho sits up on his own side, and turns to flick on the bedside lamp, the bed cold and empty save for the duvet and a haphazardly thrown cushions on the bare bedspread.

Izana falters here. Because it's never been easy. And it's not easy now. When you're next to him, and so real under his hands, and kakucho is both his closest confidante, and he's surrounded by the two he .... Cares about.

'Yeah?'

Izana lapses into silence, weighs it on his tongue, his teeth coated in anxiety, a thick film that tastes of fear and salt.

'I....' He starts, his hand moving from your back to the bedspread, twisted in his hands as he pulls at the loose threads. 'I mean...she....there's something wrong.'

Kakucho's nerves flare to attention, and he's half a mind to grab his jacket and come straight over, ever the hero, ever the sacrificial lamb for his king. 'What? Is she sick? Shall I call a doct-'

'no no, not like that,' izana says, an ear trained on you and your soft and even breaths. 'She's uhm- she's- I think she's upset.'

'Huh? Did you have a fight?'

'No, no we didn't. She's just...I think there's something else.' and then, a whisper like a caress, said under his breath, like a secret he's afraid to divulge. 'I don't know what to do.'

Kakucho releases the tight breath in his chest and leans back against the headboard, fishing for a cigarette in the bedside drawer. 'Oh I see. Tell me what it is, I'll see if I can help.'

Izana frowns, more in confusion at himself than anything else, in difficulty at it all. 'She's....she seems sad a lot, and quiet recently. I tried to ask her what was wrong, and I tried to spend time with her, but it doesn't seem to work.'

'Ah. You're worried?'

'A bit.' After a pause. 'A lot really.'

'You think it's you don't you? That it's something to do with you?'

'I didn't....I didn't say that.'

'But you were thinking it. You were thinking about why she hasn't told you, or whether she doesn't trust you.'

Izana shifts uncomfortably and makes a sound from the back of his throat.

'It's fine you know. I've known you both long enough. I think I understand.'

'You understand?' and izana almost ends the call then, when you twitch and your legs brush his under the duvet, your soft thighs now rubbing against his for warmth. He strokes your neck absently, soft and gentle, the way you'd touch a butterfly without hurting the wings, marvelling at the softness of it under your touch. Sometimes he thinks of you like that. A thing whose wings he might break on accident, some slip of his hand that'll hurt you even if he doesn't intend you, because that's just what he is. A monster through and through. And you are so delicate, so good and wholesome and kind and so easily breakable that it's almost bound to happen.

'I do. I don't think you need to do anything though.'

'Huh? What do you mean?'

Kakucho taps the cigarette against his lips and takes a long drag, exhaling into the air where the whir of air con blows the smoke through the vents. 'I mean, it's not you. I think you just need to give it time, let her tell you when she's ready.'

'But she's upset-'

'I know. But you have to trust her. She probably doesn't want to bother you.'

'But it's not bothering me,' izana says, adamant, a twitch of defiance in his voice- to which kakucho can only chuckle in his chest.

'I know, but I think she assumes it does. So maybe remind her, tomorrow- you know, that you'll be there if she needs to talk.'

Izana cramps here. His chest constricting at the thought- at the show of vulnerability that that might entail because he's never been very good at the whole receiving and giving affection thing. If you asked, and even if you didn't, he'd carve out the world for you, and more. But you never seem to ask for anything and he often wishes you would. Be a little demanding, a little less compliant because it aches inside when he thinks of you being unhappy and swallowing it down for his sake. Like you're afraid to show anything to him that you think he doesn't want to see, like you can make that kind of decision for him.

'izana?'

Izana bites his lip, and his eyes fall on the way the duvet curls around your body, how soft and inviting it looks even now, moonlight drawing a finger across your skin, the curve of your arm and shoulder half hidden under the covers.

'I'm here. Just thinking.' And he clears his throat, again. A little lighter, a little more like he can sleep.

'you good?'

He has what he needs now, and it makes more sense than it did before. 'Yeah.' and then. 'Get some sleep kakucho.'

And kakucho takes that as his cue, understand the subliminal message underneath because izana is not half as complicated as he believes himself to be and get some sleep means thank you, means he appreciates it even if he refuses to mention it.

'Yeah. You too. I'll see you tomorrow.' Kakucho puts the phone down and the air con whirs, as it does.

Izana traces a finger along the curve of your ribs, counts them individually, along with your breath, before he slides into bed next to you, arms held tight and close around you with his lips finding the dip in your neck.

And counts your breath as he falls asleep.

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Serious conversation!?

Benedict Bridgerton × Wife!reader

Warnings: None, just lots of cuteness and kisses.

Happy reading💕

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Look, your sister will be fine. - I say with a reassuring smile.

Benedict looks at me strangely, as if I were saying something absurd. I frown.

- She's a smart girl, but marriage is marriage!

It's my turn to frown.

- Come on, stop it. Do you mean marriage is difficult?

I cross my arms and look at him with a frown.

He raises his eyebrow. And then blinks as if he doesn't know what to say.

- It's just that marriage has to involve a lot of talking and a lot of love, dear. - He says and comes towards me with his typical sideways smile.

I move away as soon as I see his intention to grab me.

- Don't you dare. - I say through gritted teeth. He lets out a groan of disappointment.

- Stop it. You can't get angry just because I disagree with you.

- Of course I can. In fact, you'll sleep on the couch. - I say and he opens his mouth in surprise at what I said.

- Oh, don't do that, I'm your beautiful and loving husband and I just want a little affection.

- And to hold your sister. We've already talked about this.

Benedict comes closer to me, placing her hands on my waist and I sigh in response, because of the goosebumps her hands give me. You place your hands on his shoulders and pout at his boldness. He comes closer and starts to kiss you and you can't resist.

YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I LOVE THIS MAN 😭😩

me after putting down my physical book deciding it’s enough reading for the night just to start reading some fanfics on my phone:

Remembering

Mikey×fem!reader

Warning: Sexual innuendo, Sexual content. +18

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Mikey put his hand on yours. You were sitting next to him, in the car, in the backseat. With only the middle seat between you and a huge tension hanging over the car, where even Haruchyo in the driver's seat felt it and looked at the two of you. Haruchyo still had the same mocking expression as always, with his green eyes and pink hair. But your attention was not on him, it had never been on anyone else, but on the person who shared the backseat with you. The blond who always had your heart and, lately, your hatred. - Get out of the car. - Mikey gives an order to Sanzu, who obeys his leader. Silence You look to the side and find him already with dark eyes, those dark eyes, burning inside you. You try to say something, but your mouth is dry. Nothing comes out, your mouth opens and draws his attention there, making Mikey run his tongue over his lips, now attracting your attention.

And in a second you approach each other, finding your two mouths in 10 years again. Feeling his taste, again.

It seemed like a dream, or a nightmare.

Mikey runs his hand through your hair, pulling it and the other goes to your waist, bringing you so that you climb on top of him, with each leg on one side of him.

- mikey… - Your hand went up to his hair, when his mouth goes down to your neck, the other going to your shoulder, near the dragon tattoo.

His hand went down from your waist to your hip, squeezing when he stops kissing your neck and goes back to your mouth.

Your hands move to his jacket, pushing it back. Mikey helps while looking into your eyes, then stops the kiss and soon after pulls up his linen dress shirt. Leaving him with nothing on top, you breathe in with longing. The last and only time you fucked, in fucking high school. Before you went to college and he got into this world.

Mikey quickly took off your shirt and you unbuttoned his pants while he unbuttoned yours. He got up from his lap, just so you could take off the rest of your clothes, never losing eye contact with those dark eyes of lust and longing.

He was already hard, and you were wet. So wet.

He pulled you onto his lap again, wasting no time, joining his mouth to yours and bringing his hand to your bundle of nerves. Straight to your clit.

- So wet, as always. - He said in a moan of pleasure and desperation. To feel you.

Mikey made slow circles while kissing you and holding you by the back of the neck.

Moaning at the good feeling, you squeezed his shoulders trying to vent the pleasure you felt.

He took his hand from between your legs and brought it to his mouth, sucking on your finger while looking into your eyes.

You moaned his name.

Arranging yourself on top of his member, you feel the head at the entrance. Making you both sigh at the sensation and anxiety that is him inside you.

In one movement, he is inside, making you both moan in unison. Holding onto his shoulders, you begin to move with his hands on your hips, helping to continue the thrusts.

He fills you deep, as always. Feeling his tip reach your cervix, making you moan his name over and over. While he showers kisses on your shoulders, moving down to your hard and needy nipple.

He takes one of his hands from your hip to pinch the tip of your breast, which was hard with desire. Mikey takes it to his mouth, nibbling and making you arch your back more, from the intense pleasure.

- Sweet pussy. - He says looking at where he was inside you, leaning against the seat and squeezing your thigh and chest. You watch his stomach muscles contract. It's beautiful and exciting to watch, and it makes you get close to climax. Your moans aren't low at all, the car was probably rocking with your movements and the people outside were listening. But fuck it. Mikey was fucking you so good and so good.

You feel the knot in your belly form.

- I'm going to cum -. You tell him when your legs start to give way and he holds you by the waist in place. Moving his hips hard and fast, fucking you mercilessly and moaning your name in the process.

You lean back against the front passenger seat, arching your back and feeling the knot in your stomach unravel, while rolling your eyes and moaning his name loud enough for anyone outside to hear.

Mikey cums inside you, moaning your name and pulling your hair so that you both kiss, numb from what happened.

When you break away from the kiss, you feel his cum run down between your legs and look into his eyes.

- I missed you.

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in the buff | jason todd

Summary: The one where you learn firsthand that Jason Todd sleeps in the nude.

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader 

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings/tags: best friend jason, awkwardness, nudity, reader hardcore thirsting over jaytodd, love confessions, humor (attempts at it, anyway), silliness. inspired by this post!

the divider

There's been a huge (blessed) development in the drug ring case that you and Jason are working on. You can hardly sleep now.

Normally, you'd call or text Jason, even though he's usually already in the know. It's possible that you just like having an excuse to call him, but who can confirm such a thing?

But it's late, probably too late to call, considering Jason doesn't answer his phone unless it's pinged directly to his helmet after a certain time, courtesy of his family being "a buncha jackasses" (his words, obviously).

But maybe it's not too late for a visit. After all, Jason patrols late, and has insane insomnia. He very well could be awake at this late hour. And he's never minded you dropping by before.

In truth, you haven't seen Jason in a few days and you feel restless now when you go longer than a day without seeing each other. You're not quite sure why that is.

So here you are, disabling the window alarm on Jason's apartment. Partly for a case, partly for your own benefit.

It takes a few minutes but you manage to open the window without anyone calling the police or whacking you with a broom. You slide open the window mostly soundlessly. Then you wait. The room remains dark and quiet.

You're pretty proud of yourself actually. It's not that you're green when it comes to spycraft, but you're certainly no Batman.

Still, you've managed to sneak into Jason's apartment without waking him. The Red Hood. You peek in to check if he's really asleep.

And he is, dark hair stark against the white pillow. It sticks out in messy tufts. You can't see past Jason's neck and his freckled arms, illuminated by the orange streetlight outside. You put your laptop bag on the floor.

He's sleeping on his stomach, facing away from you, but you're very endeared by how he's curled up under his sheet, hands tucked under his pillow. If you went really close to his face, you could count his eyelashes. Jason has such pretty eyelashes.

That's a perfectly normal thought to have about your best friend, right? Boys have pretty eyelashes. You're just making an observation.

You're bewildered by how cold the room is, surprised that Jason can withstand such a temperature. Maybe it's a Pit thing.

You watch him for a moment longer. Guilt pools in your gut. Are you really going to wake him when he's probably just gone to bed in the last hour? It takes Jason so long to fall asleep, you know that.

...

No, you should let him sleep. You can work on the case in the morning.

You bend down to get your laptop bag. In that time, the light flicks on.

You flinch, turn around, and find yourself staring down the barrel of a gun.

Said gun is held by an extremely naked Jason Todd.

"Oh my God!" you say at the same time Jason realizes his mistake.

"What the fuck!" he shouts, grabbing a pillow to cover himself.

But not before you get an eyeful of your best friend's, er, weaponry.

"Why are you naked?" you shout, gaze darting everywhere. Good Lord, it's seared into your retinas. You're never getting the image of Jason's dick out of your brain.

"Why are you in my apartment?" Jason snaps back.

"No, my question is way more urgent," you say.

"No the hell it's not! You broke in! I'm allowed to be naked in my apartment!"

"Okay. Alright. I came because there's been a development in our case. I thought we could work on it together but when I realized you were asleep for real, I decided to leave."

Jason rolls his eyes. "You know I'm a light sleeper. I just went to bed. I was up late.”

Realization strikes you. Could it be...?

"Oh my God. Do you have someone here?" you ask, voice sinking to a whisper.

"I have you here," Jason says irritably.

"No, like—" You make a hole with one hand and stick a finger into it. "Y'know..."

"Jesus, no!" Jason's face twists in disgust. "C'mon!"

"Okay, chill out, Jay-Jay. It'd be fine if you did. I can keep a secret," you say, shrugging. People have sex. You know that. You've never thought about Jason having sex, but you suppose it's possible. Why not? Just because you've never had sex and you always hoped that Jason would be your first doesn't mean that he would. If he's moved on in his life, then you should too.

Jason scoffs. "Yeah, okay. You think anybody would get into bed with a headcase like me?"

Hope rekindles. You're not behind. Jason's right there with you, virginity firmly intact.

He puts the safety back on the gun, squishing the pillow against himself with his elbow. You watch in fascination at his multitasking. Jason starts to turn around to put the gun behind the headboard before clearly thinking twice about mooning you.

"So... why are you naked?" you ask, respectfully keeping your eyes north of the equator.

"If you must know, I sleep in the nude. Now turn around."

You don't turn around. "In the nude?"

Jason's eye twitches. "Yes, nude. It's better for your body and it's more comfortable and I don't—"

You pull a face. "Who says in the nude? How old are you, a hundred?"

"That's what you're harping on?" Jason asks. "You broke into my apartment!"

You hold up a finger. "I didn't break in, I disarmed the alarm like you taught me."

"Yeah, which was only for emergencies. This isn't an emergency. Now turn around!"

So you turn around. You hear the pillow fall and the image returns. You recite the alphabet backwards. When that doesn't work, you think about the time you helped Jason on a mission in the sewers and couldn't get the smell out of your suit for a week.

Yeah, that'll do it. You shudder.

"Can't believe you just broke in," he mumbles. "Raised in a fuckin' barn, swear to God."

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm truly, honestly sorry, Jaybee. From the bottom of my heart. Can I look now?"

"If you dare."

"Are you decent?" you ask.

"Too easy of a joke," he says. "Yeah, the jewels are covered."

You turn slowly. Jason's got red (ha) boxers on, so you turn all the way.

Huh. Well.

You've never really thought much about what Jason's got going on underneath his armor. Certainly, you've assumed that he's got a good physique and a lot of stamina, considering what he does. You've always assumed that. But Jason's Jason. Your best friend, Jason. Your best friend, Jason, who came back really tall, yeah, and with a deep voice and a super pretty face...

Well, anyway. He's Jason. That's all.

But now? Now you get to look in depth, and... whoa.

Jason's broad, stocky, heavily muscled with a soft layer of fat on top. His arms are huge, hands proportionally big. His pecs are full with pink nipples the same shade as his lips. That's a fact you're never forgetting. Your belly flutters.

Okay, what the fuck! No. This is peak creepy behavior, leering at your best friend like this, even if he does have shoulders you could sink your teeth into and thighs you'd happily get crushed between. No! Bad.

...You look some more. He's covered in scars. This is the first time you've seen his autopsy scar in person. It's white, noticeable but healed, like most of his scars. There's a dusting of dark hair from his chest to his belly button. It thickens as it dips beneath his—

Mm, nope. Not thinking about that again.

"Hello-o."

Your eyes dart back to his face.

"Are you listening to me?" he asks, forehead crinkled.

"What? Yes. Sorry. Yes." Your cheeks burn.

Something crosses Jason's face, too quick for you to read. But then his expression stones over. He glances at the dresser across from the bed.

"If you gimme a sec, I'll put a shirt on so y'won't have to look at all this," he says, gesturing roughly to his body.

You blink, lost in Jasonland. "Huh?"

"I know the scars are pretty gnarly. Lemme find a shirt."

Jason goes to the dresser and digs through the top drawer. His wide back is strung tight with tension, you can tell. You hurry to him, blocking the drawer with your arm. Jason looks at you, brows rising.

"Can I help you?" he asks.

"Um."

Words. You remember words, don't you?

"You..."

You haven't been physically close to Jason in a long time. He smells like soap and detergent and is all-encompassing. Your brain feels like slush. Don't stare at his pecs.

"I didn't—I'm not grossed out by your scars, Jason," you finally manage to say.

Jason raises an eyebrow. "Sure. You're just grossed out by everything else about me." He sighs wearily, like he's practiced this speech every night in the mirror. "Look, it's fine. I know I'm really—"

"No, it's not fine! I can't bear having you think I'm repulsed by your body, Jason. That's just not true," you say.

"Well, you were starin' pretty hard, so—"

"But it wasn't—I wasn't staring in disgust, I was—I..."

Jason crosses his arms. His pecs are pushed up as he does so. His stomach looks so soft. But you know he's strong. Way stronger than you. Strong enough to wield his strength against you, if you wanted him to. Strong enough to be gentle with you, too.

You wonder if he's still ticklish.

"You're doin' it again!" Jason says, and this time he really does look hurt. Fuck. Fuck! You're a shitty best friend.

"No!" You lock eyes with him. "No, no! I mean, yes, I was looking at you. But I wasn't looking in a bad, judgy way. I was, uh, taking in your physique. Because you have a... a very nice body. I've never seen you without clothes so I was looking at you. Sorry."

Yeah, you'll just go die in a hole after this.

Jason squints at you for a long moment. You start to shift in place. Sweat beads on your forehead. You lick your lips, hoping Jason can hear your honesty.

"Are you messin' with me?"

"Huh?" You shake your head. "No, why would I—"

"You're really telling me that you find this," Jason gestures to his body, "Good looking?"

This is worse than any physical torture. You'd prefer Batman beating you up on a roof to being here.

You rub your temple, cheeks aflame. "Oh my God. Yes, Jason, you're a good looking guy. Can we move on?"

"No, 'cause I think you're lyin', and I don't like it. You're always honest with me."

"I am being honest," you say, suddenly more annoyed than anything. Because what the fuck? "Are you kidding me? There's a whole forum dedicated to the Red Hood and how much people want you to step on them. And that's without seeing your face! I have eyes, Jason, of course I find you attractive."

And that should be the end of it. Jason's already slack-jawed like a dead fish. But no, you keep going.

"You make me nervous and I thought I had a lid on it because we knew each other as kids but it's becoming clear that I very much don't, and that probably has to do with the fact that you're the only guy I've been close to, and I never got over you. And now I'm gonna go drown myself in the Hudson. Good night."

You go to slip out the window. Maybe it'll shut on your head and knock you out. That would be a divine gift.

It doesn't, though. The universe isn't so kind. Instead, Jason catches your arm and keeps you rooted to your spot. His hand is cold. You wonder if the rest of him is warm.

"Wait, wait. Just hang on."

You groan. "Dude, I'm fucking mortified over the last five minutes. Please let me keep some of my dignity," you say without looking at him.

"Now when have I ever done that?" You can hear the smile in his voice.

And suddenly, the miserable reality of never being more than friends with Jason Todd comes crashing down. It's too late. You've always been too late.

You sag in his grip.

"We can just forget this ever happened," you say quietly. "Chalk it up to idiocy."

"Mm, yeah, we could. 'Cept I don't think you're an idiot. And I want you to hear what I have t'say first. Will ya look at me?"

Mopily, you look at him. His hand drops.

"I—"

"You've never slept naked," you say before he can get a word out. "That's new. Otherwise, I would've known, and then I would've used the door."

Jason rolls his eyes. "Can I speak?"

You cross your arms. "Yeah, okay."

"First of all, I don't think it's necessary for me to disclose that I sleep in the nude." You open your mouth to argue. "But I know it was a mistake. I'm not mad about that. Okay?"

You nod. "Okay."

"I won't lie and say I'm not surprised at your... reaction. I don't really... I've never... I'm not Dick or Bruce, y'know? I wasn't told my whole life what a handsome boy I am. And dying and returning didn't really help with that stuff either."

"I think you're handsome, Jason," you say quietly. "Honest."

He coughs and looks away, a tiny blush on his cheeks. "Yeah, uh, think you've made that pretty clear. For the record, I think you're really beautiful. Always thought so."

Your eyes widen. "Really?"

"Well, yeah. I mean... yeah."

"You're just saying that 'cause I saw your vein cane," you say, grinning.

"Don't call it that."

"How about—"

"No."

You're both quiet.

"How 'bout pork swor—"

"No!"

You smile, eyes squinty. Jason glares.

"Don't nickname my thing," he says.

You nod solemnly. "You're right. It's your thing. You should choose its name."

He shakes his head. "Sucha weirdo."

"Hey, I've never been with a guy. I don't know the rules of thing-naming."

Jason tilts his head. "Never?"

"Never."

"Why?"

You shrug. "Never found anyone I liked enough, I guess. I've pretty much had my heart set on you, Jason."

His face softens. "Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well, uh, me too," he says. "You're it for me, honey. I just never... I mean, really, I never thought it would actually happen with you. Not then, not now."

"Huh. You really should've flashed me earlier. We could've sped things up exponentially."

"Yeah, why didn't I think of that," Jason says dryly.

"Dunno! We all know you're more than a pretty face."

His face reddens. You grin.

"Are you shy?" you ask, dancing on your toes.

"No. Shut up."

"You're shy! I make Jason Todd shy! Oh, this is wonderful. I should break into your apartment regularly."

"It's just new for me!" he says. "Lea' me alone."

You cozy up to him, confidence renewed by the mutual confession. You wrap your arms around his neck. Jason looks at you, hands slowly coming to rest on your waist. The rest of him is warm.

"Just teasing you, Jaybee," you say.

"Hmm." He slowly nudges your cheek with his nose. "Like y'always do?"

"Like I always do," you say sweetly. "But for the record, if we ever share a bed in the future, you're gonna have to keep the soldier in his tent."

Jason lets go of you, exasperated. "Oh, for—y'know what? Your visitation privileges are revoked. Get outta my apartment."

You put on the saddest face you can muster. "You're kicking me out? Into the cold?"

"It's eighty degrees."

You sigh loudly. "Okay, fine. Date tomorrow?"

"Seriously?" Jason asks, sounding genuinely surprised.

"Seriously! Why wouldn't I be serious?"

"You really wanna date me?"

"Never been more sure of anything in my life."

Jason's relief is palpable and bittersweet. You'll spend the rest of your days letting him know just how spectacular he and his pectorals are.

"Okay," he says, shy again. You don't tease him this time.

"Great!" You close the distance between you and peck him on the cheek. His blinks in surprise.

"I'll give you a proper kiss on our date," you say, winking. "Bye, Jasey-Daisy."

"Bye, honey. Don't break into anyone else's apartment on your way home."

"Never," you say, climbing out the window. "You're the only one for me, Toddy!"