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It was a strange set of events that led you to where you stand now, around a table in the bat cave, with most of Gotham’s vigilantes listening to you.

Actually it was an entirely mundane scene that introduced you to Damian, but earning his trust soon caused things to tumble into chaos.

You’re a nurse who works 3-4 shifts per week, between 10 and 12 hours long. You’re usually on the night shift, 6pm-6am. On some of your days off, you volunteer at an animal shelter. That’s where you met Damian. 

He would show up for a couple hours after school ended then leave before the sun set. He has a sharp humour and wit that you could match and a genuine care for animals that you two  share. You became unlikely friends, as much as a pre-teen boy and girl in her early twenties could be - which to you two wasn’t exactly a concern.

Damian had eventually revealed to you his identity after he stopped an attempted mugging on you. He’d had to bring the rest of the Bats to you in an emergency then kept them away for a while. You knew he had grown protective of you as one of his only friends he didn’t have to share.

He was reluctant to let anyone near you again until Alfred was out of town with Bruce and the Bats needed help, resulting in them dragging a practically dying Tim to you after Damian had mentioned - much to their surprise and exasperation (he says it simply wasn’t relevant information before then) - that you were a nurse. 

They started dropping by more and more, in various conditions and states of consciousness, when they didn’t want to admit their injuries to Alfred or Bruce; although they all knew they would find out anyway, somehow. You would patch them up every time, paired with some cookies and scoldings on the side.

You were invited to the manor and started becoming a regular sight there, and they eventually brought you down to the Bat Cave.

Which brings you to now. 

Poison Ivy has taken over Gotham City Zoo, using her powers to influence the variety of native and non-native plants there, and spreading a chemical that made all the animals more aggressive. 

Before your time at the shelter you had been a volunteer at the zoo, acting as a guide and teacher, so you knew the layout and inner workings of the zoo.

“Each enclosure operates on an airlock system. There’s a door or gate, then an enclosed space that has another door leading into the actual paddock. One door cannot open unless the other door is closed. You have to be careful not to get trapped in these,” You explain, looking out at the attentive faces. It was everyone except Bruce, who was out dealing with JL business. 

“Ivy seems to have kept most animals within their enclosures, and those that aren’t are kept within the zoo grounds. It won’t stay that way for long, we need to stop this before she enacts any of her further plans,” Barbra says from across the table.

“I have a list of animals here ranked from deadliest to least. Don’t go anywhere near the reptile house if you can help it and do not underestimate herbivores. Any animal can do damage when agitated,” You pass the list around for everyone to look over.

Damian nods from beside you, “She’s right, Hippopotamus’s cause more human deaths than any other animal in Africa.” Damian stands tall and smirks, preening as if his fun fact showcases how much more capable and intelligent he is compared to the others present 

You smile at his add on, “Exactly, that’s above Crocodiles and Lions. So, you have to be careful, you can’t go in guns blazing,” You look at Jason and he huffs, “Remember to use non-lethal force on the animals please.”

Everybody nods and you wait for everyone to finish passing the list around.

Jason was on your other side, pressed shoulder to shoulder with you as if the table wasn’t big enough for him to give you any space. 

“You right there?” You said quietly, not to draw attention to you two. You looked between him and the non-existent space between you. 

Jason just hums, “It’s better from this angle, easier to see what you are pointing at. Y’know, parallax error or whatever.”

You roll your eyes and continue your briefing once you see that the list has been seen by everyone, “Alright let’s go over the layout and back operations one more time.”

All throughout the briefing you feel Jason leaning into your side. Jason has always been your most stubborn patient. 

You are however surprised at the steady banter you and Jason have developed. You expected him to be standoffish, like he is with his family, but he isn’t like that with you.

When the vigilantes had brought an injured Jason to you for the first time, you had helped drag his thrashing ass inside and began tending to your new patient. You wouldn’t let him dissuade you, dispute him nearly biting your head off about how he didn’t need help until he passed out.

When he awoke, Jason had gotten the scolding of his life. Awakening to a freshly treated head wound and a nurse screaming about him being “an emotionally constipated, pretentious asshole.” None of the others envied him.

The next time you treated him he had been slightly better. Luckily, or unluckily depending on your tolerance for snide remarks and stubbornness, he was conscious the entire time.

You had sat him down in a chair, pulled off his helmet (the way he had shown you, so that you don’t shock yourself), stood in front of Jason and began your assessment. Once you started you noticed a small figure in your peripheral indicating that you had a shadowing apprentice with you.

Pulling out a pocket light, you directed Jason to follow the light, looking for any abnormal sensitivity. He begrudgingly did so and you suspected he only complied to get the process over with faster while his brothers waited for you to finish.

“What are you doing?” Damian had asked, deadpan voice doing nothing to portray his true curiosity.

“I’m checking to see if he has a concussion,” you turned to Jason, “are you feeling dizzy at all? any ringing in your ears?”

Jason rolled his eyes, tone sour in his reply, “No. I’m fine. I didn’t lose consciousness, I don’t have a concussion.”

“Only 1 in 10 concussions result in loss of consciousness,” your reply was quick, used to his avoidance.

“Whatever, this is overkill doc, leave it alone,” he made to stand but you placed a firm hand on his shoulder.

“I’m never taking chances with head injuries, It’s serious stuff and untreatable at worst,” Your attention was directed at Damian, who nodded in understanding, absorbing your small teaching. You returned your attention to Jason and held up two fingers, “How many fingers am I holding up?”

“6,” he replied with a snicker

“Jason,” you groaned.

“2. You’re such a square.”

You used one hand to cover Damian’s eyes, then held up a singular finger to Jason, ”How about now?”

He chuckled dryly as you flipped him off, “You wound me.” He rolled his eyes again and stood, you made no attempt to stop him. You ruled that he was fine, the only thing wounded was his ego.

At first he had been consistently horrible but you knew he was just keeping his guard up after all he had been through, there had been some moments where he obviously was trying to make an effort. You think that a part of your fast bonding was due to his respect for you, born from your ability to match his snark as well as how seriously you took your job. Eventually he stopped complaining.

—

Jason really is trying to be attentive but his attention continues to float back to you. Looking at you as you explain the layout and systems of the zoo. 

When he tears his gaze away he can see all the others looking at you with rapt attention. Even Damian - who usually acts too knowledgeable and good for these things - is listening to what you say and adding on information without belittling you.

It is obvious how they all care about you and they all know how much you care about them. 

Jason’s mind drifts away to the last mission you had been around for. You were supposed to stay on the Bat-Plane - ready on standby to patch them up, away from danger - but shit hit the fan and they had to pull you out before the thing almost got incinerated.

It was a new unfortunate variable to account for in the fight, a civilian in the middle of all the danger.

He‘s not entirely sure what took over him when he had pushed you down during the last mission, he wasn’t the closest to you, surely another could have gotten you out of the way. But instead he had barreled into you, practically throwing you out of the way of a stray bullet. 

He could have been gentler, or even just put himself in front of you and let the bullet deflect off his body armour, but in that moment, he needed you out of the way, as far away and as fast as possible, for his own piece of mind. He had been more forceful than he usually is with you, only now does he realise it may have been too much. He hopes he wasn’t too brutish. 

His hand flexes at the side of him, fingers extending out then back to a relaxed position, at the memory of his hands on your waist. He makes a note to apologise to you later about touching you so… aggressively? No, inappropriately, is what he will say. 

He looks back across the table to see Duke shooting him a knowing look and his attention snaps back to the briefing.

Once it’s over, everyone gets their gear ready to take off and Jason sees you fish your car keys out of your bag.

“You’re going to drive home?” Jason says upon approaching you.

“Yeah, I’d rather be home than waiting at the manor,” you pull your bag over your shoulder ready to leave.

He looks at you leaning your hip on the frame of the door, “I’ll take you.”

“Will you now?” you raise your brow at him.

He sighs, “Please don’t fight me on this one, I can already feel a headache originating from Dick on the horizon,” he taps the edge of his helmet where he holds it by his hip, “Besides, It will be-“

“It will be dangerous? I’m perfectly capable of driving myself home you know” your arms cross in front of you as your gaze challenges him.

“… I was going to say that it will be faster on my bike.” 

You roll your eyes, “Only because you break a thousand road rules. I’m not getting on that thing with you, last time I thought you were gonna go straight into the river.”

“Hey, I'll have you know I've only ever crashed my bike on purpose,” he defends.

You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“Okay maybe there were a few times where it wasn’t exactly my plan.”

The sound of your light laughter is a soothing balm over the mischief you stirred and now he’s tempted to convince you to come with them, just to hear it again.

You put your keys back into your bag and follow him over to his bike. You grab out the spare helmet he keeps and pull it on. 

Jason doesn’t even let you get on on your own, he picks you up and plants you down on the back of the bike.

So much for not manhandling you.

“Now you’re really making me feel like an imbecile. Do you think I'll be able to make the oh so treacherous climb up my apartment stairs? Or will I need you to carry me?” You tease, only a bit of bitterness recognisable in your voice.

“Well I said I'd get you there faster than your car, I'm just making sure I stay true to my word,” Jason hops onto the bike in front of you. 

He kicks the bike into gear and feels your arms wrap around his waist. It’s not the first time, not by a long shot, but he delights in it nonetheless. He just hopes you think the shiver than runs through him is from the chill once the bike sets off and wind whips past you both. 

He won’t admit it, but he’s guilty of convincing you to ride with him, more than once, just so that he could feel your arms around him. 

—

It’s nice being home instead of around the action. You adore them all and are more than happy to help out when you can. But between your work and volunteering - both at the animal shelter and acting as their medic - you rarely get time to just sit.

It's a welcome calm knowing that you are safe at home because they are out there protecting the city.

You are just finishing up making yourself a drink when your commlink crackles to life

There is a bit of static before you hear Tim’s voice over the line, “—can you read me?”

You put your cup down and walk towards the window of your apartment, “Yes, Red Robin, I read you.”

There’s no way for you to see them from here but you look out at Gotham regardless. A bit of movement and voices can be heard in the background before you hear Tim’s voice again, “Something is wrong with Red Hood, we are bringing him to you now.”

Your breath hitches, Jason, “What do you mean wrong? Is he hurt? What happened?” you feel your heart jump with worry.

“Poison Ivy sprayed him with something, Everyone else seems unaffected, but he can’t fight like this and he’s getting in the way being stubborn.” More commotion could be heard over the comm channel, what sounded like curses and hurried movement. 

You lean your hands against the window frame and take deep breaths. 

“What is happening with Red Hood?”

Damian’s voice cuts through, “He has described an aching pain throughout his body and dizziness, he also requires aid to walk as he keeps stumbling. I have also observed elevated temperatures, a rising heart rate, and dilated pupils”

You swear, and rush to get to your medkit from under your sink, “Keep the line open, I want to hear everything, describe any changes in symptoms. How close are you?”

“Tracking them now, It’s Nightwing and Robin bringing him, their ETA is 15 minutes, possibly delayed by Red Hood’s current incoordination.” Barbara relays her information, The pained groans coming from Jason are louder now in the background and you hear what seems to be Dick complaining about his weight. 

Working fast you clear your dining table and set out the contents of your medical kit atop of it. 

—

Jason officially hates Poison Ivy. She used to be among who he would list as the most tolerable rogues, she rarely killed, sparing those who she deemed ‘innocent’ and kept most of her anger directed towards major corporations, but this has swayed the order of his entire list.  

He’s aching, he knows he would have fallen over on his ass if he wasn’t being held up by Dick. Sweat drips down his forehead, he curses his stuffy helmet and whatever he’s been sprayed with. He has half the mind to turn around, abandon the plan and fight Poison Ivy himself, if only he wasn’t too dizzy to remember the direction.

Looking around too fast is causing his surroundings to blur. On top of that, every part of him is in overdrive. Dick is so loud, louder than usual, making his head hurt, and he is acutely aware of Damian talking over the comms. 

Your voice over the comms is his only solace. His brothers are taking him to you, that much he can gather. Good. you’ll make it better, you always help him feel better.

Not just when he’s hurt, there’s something else about you that always calms him. A soothing anchor for him, a soft blanket over his senses.

Damian looks up at him and he tries to pull himself together, but trips over uneven ground. Dick catches him with a grunt, “Keep walking Hood, we’ll get you to your girlfriend."

“She’s not my-” he’s cut off as he curls forward with the sudden intensity of a striking shiver shooting up his spine. He groans as Dick keeps pulling him forward, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other.

The strangest sensation however, is one he can’t quite wrap his head around. Entirely juxtaposing the entire situation.

Jason can feel a familiar heat in his stomach, he’s never been so grateful and vengeful that he wasn’t wearing anything protective around his groin as he feels his hardening bulge as he walks. Surely just the thought of you hadn’t done this.

Admittedly, he’s been like this because of you before, but usually after a build up. The sweet touches across his scalp as you push his hair out of his face, your attentive eyes during mission briefings. Gentle but firm hands as you tend to his wounds, always adjusting your techniques and resources to accommodate his senses that heightened since the pitt. The smell of your shampoo and body wash. Your grasp on his hips as you steady yourself on his bike from behind him.

But just from hearing your voice? This is definitely strange. Something really was wrong.

—

Babs lets you know they are approaching your building and you hurry to open your window, waiting to intercept Jason. Soon enough, you see the boys grappling across rooftops. 

Damian practically crashes though into your apartment, while Dick drags Jason onto the fire escape outside your window, where you help pull him inside.

You usher them towards your table and push Jason down into a chair, earning an agonised groan from him.

“Damian, I want all the information you can give me on the pollen spray; colour, texture, size. Hopefully it’s something natural so I can treat it accordingly.” 

Damian nods at your request and starts listing everything he saw.

Medkit in hand, you come to a stop in front of Jason. He looks up at you, mumbling your name. You can see his pupils are dilated just as Damian mentioned, and he looks absolutely miserable. You bring your hand to the side of his face, keeping his attention on you. “How’re you feeling, Jason?”

“Fuck, it hurts. Feel like I'm burning from the inside out and everything aches,” He leans his face further into your hand, it's subtle, you might not have noticed it at all if you weren't studying him so intensely. “Can’t believe all this is from a stupid plant.”

You listen to Damian before Dick cuts in “Ivy was taunting him, she said something about ‘spreading the love’ and ‘hoping he has fun’,” he air quotes.

Your hand leaves Jason’s face to fully turn towards Dick and you hear Jason whine at the loss of contact. 

This small detail catches your attention, the usually stoic man seemingly distressed by the lack of physical contact, coupled with him starting to squirm in his seat, constantly readjusting his position, is something that your brain starts factoring into your curation of a diagnosis.

You bite your lip as you think over what Dick said and go over your mental list of possible poisons and symptoms. Your train of thought halts suddenly. One symptom could match Jason’s exactly…

You look back to Jason eyes trailing down but before your gaze can travel past his waist he pulls his helmet into his lap.

Your comm clicks again as Babs speaks, “Initial analysis shows that the toxin induces an elevated heart rate that continuously climbs towards dangerous levels. The prolonged tachycardia may result in heart failure or stroke. The cause of this is seemingly… ” 

You look down at Jason as Barbara goes quiet, his eyes are locked onto you, heat simmering just below the surface. You have only a second to clock this, as soon as your eyes meet his own, he turns his head away, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers and adjusting his position again, clenching and unclenching his other hand.

Babs’ hesitance and Jason’s behavior all but confirmed your suspicions.  

It’s not impossible. Ivy has experimented in hardcore aphrodisiacs before, and it’s also not entirely unheard of in nature, like the Brazilian wandering spider's, whose bite can cause painful, hours-long erections.

“His symptoms seem to be stemming from elevated-”

“Got it,” you interrupt, wanting to at least save Jason the embarrassment of Damian and Dick hearing about his predicament, “Send the analysis to my phone, thanks for your help.” Hopefully you can protect some of Jason’s dignity.

You turn to the remaining vigilantes in your apartment, Dick is bouncing on the soles of his feet with either worry or the urge to get back out into the fight. Damian hides his thoughts much better.

“I’ve got this handled, you two should head back out,” You try to usher the two of them out.

Dick protests, “Wait, is he going to be okay?” While Damian mutters something about his brother being overly sentimental.

“Go on, shoo! You two will only get in my way,” You push them until they both climb out the window with varying degrees of complaints.

You shut and lock the window, draw the curtains and turn back to Jason, slumped in the chair and refusing to look anywhere except the floor.

“Jason.” Your voice is stern, but laced with concern. “I’m sure you are aware of the toxins Ivy has used before, do you feel your symptoms are matching her, well let’s say her signature style?”

It’s a very roundabout way of asking him. You’re trying to keep it professional, keep it medical instead of getting in his space and straight up asking if he had a rock solid, painful erection.

“You noticed that, huh?” He laughs deprecatingly. Jason groans again, seemingly more annoyed than pained this time, “God, this is ridiculous.” He finally looks back up at you, a whirlwind of emotions flying across his face, “Yeah, yeah they match.” 

He spreads his legs a little wider, to alleviate some of the contact, “Fuck, I feel like I'm going to die from a fucking boner.” He laughs dryly then practically wines “Please - Fuck! - Please, make it better”

You scold yourself at the inappropriate place your thoughts go to about making it better, you can’t help it with the way he pleaded for you. “It’s okay, don’t worry it's okay.” You look down at your phone on the table when it chimes as Babs sends through information. 

You read through it quickly and sigh. “It um, It uses the term relieved, so a -” fuck how do you say this, “a stimulated release, relieving yourself, should help.”

His mouth is open as he processes what you said, mortification displayed clear on his face. He stumbles over words that don't quite make it out.

“Please, it’s okay, it’s medical and nothing more. I’ll give you some privacy okay? I'll be in the bedroom.” You don’t wait for his response, instead heading straight to your bedroom before turning back to look at him just before you close the door, “Your siblings will never know. Doctor - Patient confidentiality right?” You joke with a wink, attempting to alleviate some of the tension.

It isn't until you closed the door and turned around that you realized what you had done. You winked at him. You told a man, a stupidly attractive man, that he needed to touch himself and then fucking winked at him. All of this was ridiculous. 

You cover your face with your hands and take a moment to collect all your racing thoughts. Now that you know what is happening, you can treat it accordingly. Sure it’s an unusual situation, but you’ll be fine. You’ll be fine, professional and detached yet compassionate.

At least you don’t have to worry about any of the others, it would have been a lot more complicated if anyone else got doused in pollen.

Or maybe this is more complicated, because it’s Jason, your traitorous heart reminds you.

You just hope nothing will change between the two of you after this. God, you'll never forget how he looked at you though, how he pleaded with you, putting all his trust in you to help him. 

You tap random patterns across your thighs as you try your best to ignore the muffled noises coming from the other side of the door. 

—

Jason stares at the closed door, knowing it’s the only thing between the two of you. Knowing that you know what he’s about to do. He knows your wink was innocent, any other day he would think it was cute, endearing even, but right now it filled his brain with delusions of you being as into him as he is you.

It's that image he uses when he rips his gloves off, as he lets his hands reach down and unclasp the buckles of his belt. Opening his pants and pushing them down just enough causes him to let out a distressed gasp.  He pulls his cock out, beads of precum gathering at the tip already. Running his fingers over it to collect some moisture, he slowly slides his hand down his length. 

You’re a short walk away from him. He could call out to you, let you come in, feel your eyes on him in such a vulnerable moment. He strokes himself faster at the thought of you watching him while he pleasures himself.

Would you praise him? Give him directions? Tell him you wanted him? He lets himself believe the latter for a moment, choking back moans. 

He imagines you coming forward, swatting his hand away and replacing it with your own. He ruts into his fist as his imagination replaces his own hand with the image of yours. He needs relief, it hurts and he wants you, needs you.

As soon as he was hauled into your apartment, his senses were overrun by you. The scent of your body wash and the candies - the ones you claim you get just for you, even though you know they are Tim’s favourite, the ones you pretend not to see his brother steal - you keep on the coffee table. Your melodic voice soothed him just a fraction despite the aches going through him.

Your eyes focused on him so intently, focused only on him, he wanted it that way forever. 

He thinks about the ride on his motorcycle earlier that evening, you pressed up against him with your arms wrapped around him. He can easily imagine your hands drifting down a palming over his cock. He whines at the mental image.

It’s not the first time he’s thought about bike sex; one night you’d had a terrible, gruelling shift and had gone out drinking with some other nurses. You called him to ask if he could come pick you up and he was in no way prepared for how intoxicated you were when he got there.

He also found out that you were a clingy and flirty drunk. Jason wasn’t sure about getting you on his bike in such a state, so he pitched the offer to just walk you home instead. 

After you shook your head at that, he asked, “Wanna try riding?”

To which you leaned up against his front and cooed, “You or the bike?”

He was shocked into stillness. He stiffened under your touch and he’s sure he gaped like a fish as you dissolved into a fit of giggles. You didn’t even seem to remember it the next day.

After that night he can’t get the idea out of his head, anytime you’re even near his bike, it whispers the idea in the back of his head, tormenting him. 

His unoccupied hand is quickly shoved over his mouth as he moans your name and nears relief, teetering on the edge.

In his mind, you are pressed against him, hands in his hair and whispering sweet nothings in his ear. He feels himself falling over the precipice, but instead of bliss he is met only with pain as it all falls away.

He tries desperately to chase the feeling but it’s been entirely stripped from him. He swears, frustration bringing him near tears at the torment.

—

You hear Jason’s strained curse, “Fuck, God damn it.” The words are accompanied by a banging sound, you can guess he hit the table or seat in frustration, or hopefully, relief.

You wait a moment before knocking on your side of the door, “Jason, are you decent?”

Another moment, and a groan accompanied by the sound of fabric rustling accompanies a strained “Yeah.”

You tentatively open the door, seeing Jason slouched back in the seat, head hung backwards with his face screwed up. His eyes flick to yours as you enter then back up at the ceiling.

“Better?” you ask, not entirely certain of how to breach the topic again.

He huffs, fingers clenching against nothing, “Didn’t work” 

“You mean-“

He cuts you off with a near snarl, “Couldn’t finish, alright?”

Normally you would call him out for speaking to you in that tone, but you’ll let it pass this once, because of the state he’s in. The poor man looks like he’s ready to curl up and die from shame.

He’s trying to take slow, deep breaths. His body shivers with feverish intensity.

You bite your lip then pull out your comm, “I’m suspending communication on my line until further notice. Hood and I are both fine, but I am establishing a 24 hour period of isolation for him.”

“What?” You hear Steph shout.

“He needs a controlled environment where I can observe him and not overwhelm his senses, I'll let you know when you can pick him back up,” You explain the cut the comm, turning it all the way off. 

“What are you doing?” Jason asks, startling you. You don’t expect him to be so alarmingly focused on you.

“Giving you some privacy. We’ll have this sorted by then, I promise.”

“Great,” sarcasm drips from his voice. You roll your eyes at him and he looks sheepishly at the floor, mumbling, “Thank you.”

“Now I just need to figure out how to treat you.”

You chew your lip for a moment before deciding you needed assistance, besides, Babs already knew what was going on.

You pull your phone out and call the number to reach her.

The line clicks open at lightning speed, “Oracle here, what do you need?”

“I need your full report on the toxin, the stuff you didn’t share on the public line,” You pull your phone closer to your ear and step away slightly so that Jason cannot hear. 

“Alrighty, can do,” you wait a moment before hearing her speak up again. “Traditionally Ivy’s aphrodisiacs aren’t so aggressive, this seems like a new strain that she must have developed specifically for us. She’d never use a substance this intense on civilians.”

You hum, “It’s intended to incapacitate its victim, so that they are out of the fight and isolated.”

Jason looks up, seemingly putting together who and what you are talking about. He tentatively reaches a hand out for you. You are confused, but you do not deny him, stepping forward and allowing him to grab your own hand that isn’t holding the phone.

Babs clears her throat, “Yes, the pollen is sending his senses into overdrive and isn’t reacting to any of our previous antidotes.”

You wait for her to continue and your hand is brought to Jason’s cheek, cradled there. He’s incredibly hot to the touch and you are unsure if he is using your hand to feel its coolness or comfort. 

“It seems as though Ivy has concocted a chemical that can only be relieved with stimulation from another participant.”

You feel more than see Jasons gasp against your palm. “How would that be determined? Surely the pollen can’t possibly know if there is a second person.”

“Hormones. More specifically a mixture of pheromones released by a potential mate and hormones released by the sexual coupling of two individuals.”

“Don’t use the word mate,” you cringe.

“Hey, I’m trying to keep it detached and professional!”

“I see,” you feel overwhelmed at the information you are processing. You watch a bead of sweat drip from Jason’s temple before you speak, “Okay, send everything you’ve found to my email and anything else you find after this. I’ll leave my phone on just for you but I'm switching everything else off.”

 You slip your hand away from Jason to move towards his discarded helmet, you flip it around and fiddle with the delicate systems, turning off his helmet comms

—

Jason watches your hands dance across your phone before you pick up his helmet and adjust the settings so that nothing will come through unless someone chooses to activate emergency bypass. The momentary solace that came with your hand on his face is gone. It hurts, god, it hurts. He barely registers himself dragging his hand over the top of his clothed erection, pressing against himself to grant some relief. 

He knows he shouldn’t, you are right there, doing everything you can to help him. He used the image of you already before, in such an inappropriate manner, and now he sits barely a few steps away, stroking himself through fabric while you are unaware. 

He’s done a lot of terrible things. Mass murder, arms and drug dealing, extortion, theft, and torture. He has put no effort to make amends or apologies from either truly believing his heinous acts are just, or stubborn pride that won’t let him submit first. He is guilty of a lot, and none more so than his wicked desire for you. 

After you first met, he fought himself to stay away from you, not let his corrupting hands paint your skin red, but he is weak to you, unable to resist. Yet he still doesn’t know how to handle your warmth. He baits you into fights because it’s the only way he knows how to get anyone’s attention anymore. It feels like no one cares until he gets angry, until he is something they must deal with.

You fall for it sometimes, far less than others, but most of the time you wait, letting him tire himself out while you listen with small attentive nods. You never fear his wrath, you never glance down to check how close his hand is to his gun holster.

He violates that trust now. Maybe you’ll finally see how rotten he is as he presses his hand down against his hardened length. Would you look at him in disgust? Would you turn from him, betrayed? Would you sneer at him? 

Perhaps you would strike him across the face for his wrongdoings, and he’d invite the sting as a confirmation that your touch was real. Maybe if you hit him hard enough it would bruise and he’d have a reminder for days to come.

His guilt does nothing to stop his actions. He watches the way your fingers dance over the buttons, so agile yet delicate. How would they feel against his skin, tangled in his hair, running down his back as he fucks you—

—

You finish adjusting the helmet's comm system and place it back on the table. Turning to face Jason your eyes grow wide at the sight of him palming his hardened bulge through the fabric of his pants. As his eyes meet yours you can see the fear and shame, but he doesn’t stop moving his hand.

You avert your gaze, an apology ready on your lips before your brain catches up to you. No, it’s not like you just walked in on Jason and interrupted him in a private moment. He had in fact been - is still - touching himself in the room you both occupied, attention locked on you as if you couldn’t see him. 

“Fuck, I'm sorry,” he grits out, finally tearing his hand away and grasping the hard material of his thigh armor. “Can’t - it's too much, it hurts.”

“It’s okay,” you kneel down in front of him and catch his eyes widen as he looks down at you. It's risky what you are about to do, but it really does need to be done. “I'm going to try to help,” you place your hands tentatively on his knees. “Only if you are okay with that?”

“I-Fuck, I can’t ask you to do that for me.” His hands twitch, the one on his thigh moving slightly towards where yours rest on his knee.

“You didn’t ask, I’m offering.”

He shakes his head, a noise between a whine and a groan leaves him, “You’re a civilian. It's my job to keep you safe, not put you in these sorts of conditions.”

He’s trying to use his ‘Red Hood voice’, usually confident and convincing, but it doesn’t have the same effect while he gasps for breath and looks at you like a man starved.

This impossible man, stupidly attractive impossible man. “Jason, I’m literally your personal medic at this point. When it comes to your health, my orders take priority.”

“You’re still mine to protect,” he groans out, a slight panicked look on him before he corrects, “You’re still a civilian, it’s my job to protect civilians.” 

Your worry is eating at you, your voice raising. “Jason, this is only going to keep getting worse. Tachycardia, prolonged increased heart rate could lead to heart failure or stroke,” you reach out and put your hand over his heart and he draws in a sharp breath. “This is too fast. And your breathing and temperature, you’re not getting enough oxygen to your brain, you’ll get hypoxia resulting in brain damage.”

You move your hand from a steady palm over his heart to an accusatory finger pressing into his chest, “I bet my ass your blood pressure is spiking too, that’s added risk of kidney failure, vision loss and heart attack, on top of already mentioned stroke and heart failure.”

You’re trying to remain calm but your medical training is kicking in, this is bad. Really bad. “You feel the dizziness starting? shivering, headache, chest tightening?” He wordlessly nods. “That’s your body shutting down. It's not a matter of ‘if’ anymore. Unless you let me help you, you will suffer, Jason.”

Dropping your hand down to one of his own still resting on his thigh, you lean your head against his knee as he grits out, “That matters less to me than your security, you shouldn’t have to do this.”

“You won’t do us any good being dead!” You shout, you can feel the threat of tears burning at the backs of your eyes. You look him in the eyes and practically beg, “Please let me do this for you, let me help you, you’re not forcing my hand. Gotham needs you alive, we need you, I need you.” 

He stares into your eyes, the two of you stuck in each other's orbit. 

He shouts, a howl with pain and his breath nearing a pant as he relents, “Please.” His hand turns to interlock with yours with a strong grip, “Please, help me.”

—

The speed at which you spring to your feet nearly startles Jason. You pull him against you and he pushes his face into your neck, letting out a soft whine as he inhales deeply. 

“Don’t worry, I'll take care of you,” you say, and he feels you tugging his jacket off. You move your hands down to find the clasps on the sides of his kevlar chestplate. You undo them, discarding his body armour on the floor. 

You move onto his shoulder pads and he begins to remove his upper and lower arm armor. Next you lean down to rid him of the armor covering his legs and unstrapping his gun and knife holsters while he kicks off his shoes.

His breath hitches when instead of standing back up straight, you drop to your knees in front of him once more. You look up at him, situating yourself between his thighs. 

You rest your hands on his knees again, this time with only the barrier of his blacks between you. “I won’t touch you anywhere intrusive, but I'm going to try and stimulate your senses. Since they seem to be the root of your predicament, I'll try to use some of them to help you.”

He nods slowly. Disappointment rakes through him that you don’t want to touch him, but he would never hold it against you. Just a second ago he was pleading for you to let him die if it kept you out of an uncomfortable situation, and now you are doing your best to keep it strictly medical for both your sakes.

“How?” His eyes are locked on yours, he couldn’t look away if he tried. 

“Focusing on touch, hearing and sight as best I can while trying to keep it as non invasive as possible.” You’re so considerate and at this moment he hates it, he wants you to the fullest capacity. But if this is all you can offer, he won’t dare be greedy.

The noise he lets out as you run your hands further up his thighs is nothing short of pathetic. 

“I’m going to close my eyes for you to have some semblance of privacy, but I'll talk to you the whole time. Does that sound okay?” 

“Don’t close your eyes. I don’t care about modesty anymore.” He wants your eyes on him so desperately, his heart desperately hoping you only offered privacy for his sake, and not because you don’t want to look at him. “If that’s okay, I understand if you don’t want to wa—“

“That’s okay by me, Jason,” you interrupt. Hearing his name from your lips as you look up at him from between his legs makes him moan, much louder than he anticipated. He flushes and quickly looks for any sign of disgust or discomfort from you, but finds none.

He looks at you in amazement as you begin running your hands up his thighs and back down again at an agonizing pace.

His heart stutters at your words, “Are you going to continue what you started earlier?” He’s embarrassed but also so incredibly aroused by your request. A part of him still wishes to delay the inevitable until your honeyed voice prompts, “For me?”

His resolve shatters and he swallows hard as he lets his hand rest back over his clothed erection. Gasping as he presses down and forward, repeating the motion while you look up at him so sweetly. 

There’s no disgust in your eyes, it astounds him and he groans as you drag your fingernails down his thighs. You let out a pleased hum at his noise. 

A shiver shoots through him as your hands dip into his inner thighs before making their way up to his waistband. A finger slips under, pulling the fabric away from him and letting go so it snaps against his hips and he jolts.

He pushes down on himself eagerly as you push your head against the inside of his knee. Your fingers linger at his waistband, eyes still locked on his, “Let me see you, please.”

Oh god, you’ll be the death of him. His hand stills. A whisper in his mind tells him that you’re so very good at this, at pretending for his sake. Putting on a wonderful performance for him to get him through this.

The louder part of his brain, the one that needs relief, the one that so desperately wants to believe this is real, has him pulling himself out from his underwear. 

Your little gasps makes his heart skip a beat. He squirms under your observing eye as you take in the situation, perhaps appreciate him? He hopes so.

“Look at you,” You hands are back to scratching down his thighs. “Been hiding this gorgeous sight the whole time, hmm?” 

“Please,” it’s all he can say as he melts into your touches, he doesn’t know what he’s asking for.

“Touch yourself for me, Jason. I want to watch”

At that, he can’t contain himself anymore, modestly thrown out the window. He takes a hold of his length and starts pumping himself at a steady pace, all while you never take your eyes off his.

He needs it so bad, it aches so intensely that he’s becoming a mess. He’ll never get this out of his head, you staring into his eyes while he strokes himself. 

His other hand comes up quickly to cover his mouth as a loud moan rips through him.

Your hand is on his arm, pulling it away from his face, “Don’t keep those lovely noises from me.”

“Fuck, doll,” the sound of his moans are unrestricted now and his stomach begins to tighten.

“There we are, you’re doing so well for me,” your words, accompanied by the feeling of your hands all over his thighs and hips cause him to speed up his pace, greedy for your praise.

You were right, you’re overtaking his senses, the eye contact, your words, your touch. 

He doesn’t know how he’ll be able to look at you after this without thinking of this, without hearing all the addicting words you’re using as you talk him through it. 

His strokes are growing erratic now, his head lolls back and he moans with no shame left, cock pulsing in his grip.

“Eyes on me, darling,” you purr.

God he’d do just about anything if it meant you’d call him that again, he pants, “Fuck, i’m close, please.”

He’s a shivering mess, cock twitching and hips bucking up into his hand. 

Your hands are running dangerously close to where his legs meet his pelvis. Your voice is sugary sweet, “I know, such a gorgeous sight for me. C’mon darling, I wanna see you cum.”

Jason doesn’t know if you’ll be able to look at him after seeing him like this, surely you couldn’t respect him after witnessing him in such a depraved state, but at this moment he doesn’t care. At this moment, you’re all he wants.

His hand continues to pump himself at an irregular pace, he’s so so close. He lets out a sharp cry as he tumbles over the edge, but to his dismay, his cock only dribbles a small amount of release down his length. “No, no!” His head bangs back against the chair, panting, “I swear I, I felt it! But it won’t go down” True to his word, he is still hard as a rock, standing proud.

—

You let out a deep sigh. It seems that this time Jason was at least almost able to finish, just a dry release. This means you are closer, the senses thing wasn’t far off.

What had Babs said? Hormones from sex, right? you still want to try more ideas before jumping straight to getting dicked down though, as tempting as it is. What else could you do? You rake your mind for ideas, struggling to focus on that instead of the lingering thought of ’Oh fuck, he’s big’.

Pheromones! Babs said the pheromones of ‘a potential mate’ may help treat the symptoms. Looking at Jason reveals him gasping for air, eyes unseeing.

You have an idea, a potentially embarrassing idea should Jason not be willing to go along. You stand, “I’ll be right back, stay here.” 

You hear nothing more than a whine in reply as you move towards your bedroom, shutting the door quickly. You open one of your drawers and pick out a pair of underwear, the ones that actually match your current bra that you had foregone this morning in favour of a more comfortable black pair..  

Hesitating for a moment you stand still, then slide off your shorts, swapping your current pair with the fresh ones. You knew the ones you had been wearing today would have already collected any usual wetness, a perfect handful of pheromones.

Pulling your pants back over your ass, you return to Jason with your new plan in mind.

“Jason, I think we were on the right track, just not committed to the whole hormones thing,” as you talk Jason’s gaze is stuck on the ceiling.

Shit shit shit, what if he thinks this is too perverted, repulsive even. “I have an idea, for- for a more direct approach to introduce pheromones into your system,” You watch his attention drift to you at last, then red paints his face as he sees your black panties hanging off your forefinger.

It's a bold move. A very bold move. But there’s no backing down anymore, if he rejects this then you can both drown in shame. Maybe he’ll die from a heart attack and no one will ever know.

You swallow hard, “I know, I mean, I understand that’s it’s a sick suggestion, but if you’re willing you-”

“God, yes!” The way Jason snatches your panties from you before you can finish speaking sends a flutter through your heart. Then, your heart almost stops completely as he brings them to his face and inhales deeply letting out a low growl 

It was feral. Catching you so off guard, you hadn’t expected this level of enthusiasm from him, and damn if it didn’t do something to you.

You quickly recover and place yourself in the seat next to Jason. His eyes are rolled back as he takes himself in his hand again. A delightful gasp greets your ears as you place both your hands on his arm, your body fully turned to him.

Take two, you think as you begin to run your hands up Jason’s arm, nails occasionally catching on his clothes. You reel your shocked brain back in to focus on the task at hand. This isn’t for fun, this is to help him.

“You look so good like this,” You mummer close to his ear. The sight of Jason rutting into his hand as he smells your panties is so incredibly lewd. 

He pulls his hand back for a moment to reply, “You don’t have to say that stuff” He throws you a disbelieving look before he returns to his previous position

You guess you took it too far. You trace patterns into his forearms and see him trying to catch quick glances at you. Like he’s looking for approval but doesn’t want you to see it.

It clicks. It’s not that he doesn’t want to hear those things, it’s that he doesn’t believe them. You certainly can’t have that

“Darling if you want me to stop speaking, you only need to tell me”, you take one finger and trace it slowly from his collarbone, up his neck and to his chin, prompting a delightful shiver. Then you lean in to whisper in his ear, “But when you’re putting on such a wonderful show for me, I can't help but tell you how much I love it.”

You are rewarded with a deep moan and a full body shudder. Returning your hand back to his arm, you feel his muscles tightening. Groans fall from him freely as he doubles his efforts.

You press your body close against his side, ”Just like that. What a sight you are, handsome.”

“For you” Jason pants, voice thick and nearing delirium.

Before you can begin to fully comprehend what he has just said, Jason begins to writhe underneath your hands, rasping out “I need you, need you more than I-nngh-than I need to breathe.”

It’s entirely natural, the way your hand glides up into his hair at the base of his neck, rubbing circles at the top of his spine and murmuring in his ear, “I’m here, I've got you”

With a shaky breath followed by a shout, Jason comes undone, his release splattering over his hand. His other hand drops to his side as he begins to soften finally.

Ragged breathing is the only noise that fills the room. Your hands run slowly down and off Jason’s arm as you stand and make your way to the bathroom.

“I’ll be right back,” you say as the bathroom door clicks shut.

—

God, Jason has never felt so boneless in his life. Almost nothing could get him to move right now. Not the cooling cum on his hand, not the promise of food or a trip to the shower. 

Almost nothing. As the door to the bathroom slides shut behind you, he finally fully comprehends your absence. You left so hastily, almost ran out as soon as you could. He doesn’t blame you, but shit it hurts to hear the water turn on with the knowledge you must be washing something. Washing the act off yourself.

Clarity comes after his moment of comprehension and he tucks his softening length back into his pants, not caring about the mess. It was already a mess, it couldn’t get worse, best to try and make amends for the situation as soon as possible. 

This was the last chance for the floor of the apartment to swallow him whole, save him from perhaps the most daunting part yet, your return. What would he see in your eyes? disgust, distrust, despair? 

None of the options inspire much optimism. Right now he can’t think of much else but the quiet sounds of the apartment’s lights and the sound of the water turning off. And you.

It was always you.

Ever since you started helping them out, you always made things more difficult than it should have been for him. You met his energy beat for beat; he would be snarky, you would be snarky. He was silent, you were silent.

He began to envy the way you interacted with everyone else. You were so kind and funny with Dick and Duke, matched Tim’s curiosity and love for science with your own, you would gossip and smile with Babs and Steph, were understanding of Cass, and even Damian obviously enjoyed your company despite his attempts to hide it. Hell, even Bruce respected you.

You were so gentle with everyone but him. 

He deserved it, because you only ever matched his treatment of you. Now it felt like it was too late to take it back and he felt like an idiotic child pulling on the pigtails of a girl he liked to try get her attention. 

But you were never cruel, you were still unbelievably kind and patient with him. You did seem to genuinely enjoy teasing him back, not just doing it to be mean. You never did anything to be mean and he can’t stand it.

It took him a ridiculous amount of time to grow accustomed to your general presence in his life. 

Everything about you was distracting. Your steps are soft as you try not to disturb anyone even in the middle of waking hours. The sound of your laughter when Dick would pick you up and throw you around or Tim would crack some remark, he soon found himself trying to drag those laughs from you as well. It didn't help that as soon as he saw you he was stunned into silence, almost forgetting to introduce himself until Damian motioned towards him.

The most striking adjustment was your touch. You are liberal with affection, hugging everyone, spreading your legs over Dick when the two of you watched movies, even faux wrestling with his brothers. You were also their honorary medic, so it was inevitable for your touch to reach him. 

He didn’t let many people touch him after coming back. His skin felt too tight for his own body whenever someone would get too close, but not with you. 

Everyone had warmed to you as you effortlessly fit in with them. But he in particular was screwed from the night he met you.

—

The mission was going sideways, as some tend to do, and the five of them - Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass and Damian - were grappling across the city to a place where they could recoup. With no nearby safe houses and time being of the essence, Damian was leading them somewhere he said would be able to harbour them for a bit. This was met with only mild resistance as they needed to be out of view pronto, so nobody was questioning where they were when Damian ushered them all through a back door leading into a building filled with kennels containing dogs and cats. 

And you, in the middle of closing up the place.

It was a strange stalemate, a group of vigilantes and one civilian staring each other down in shocked silence. Until Damian pushed through past the other four and Jason watched as your shoulders relaxed. 

“Robin?” You asked, your head tilting sideways in an exaggerated question. 

Damian nodded in greeting, “I needed somewhere to lay low for a couple hours and this was the closest place to us, and I know you always close on Thursdays. We won’t intrude for too long.”

You bit your lip before you replied, “I suppose I can delay closing for a bit, it’s not like I'm on the clock.”

“It’s appreciated,” Damian turned to face the rest of the team and introduced you, then each of them one by one by their aliases.

You smiled softly, “I know who they are, Dami.” 

“Dami?” Tim deadpanned at the same time Dick asked “Wait, how does she know who we are?”

You shook your head, “No, I meant I know who Gotham’s vigilantes are. I only know Damian personally.”

Jason stared at you until it suddenly clicked. A couple of months ago Jason had to keep telling Damian to back off out of his territory. Usually the others respected his chosen area to patrol, knowing the messy fights weren’t worth it. However, Damian had been very insistent and even argued that technically he was on the opposite side of a street than Jason’s area. Jason thought that was fucking stupid and that at he occupied the whole street, who’s the fuck would lay claim to one half of a street.

It only took a little bit of tracking on Oracle’s part and Tim spotting Damian climbing into the window of an unknown apartment for them to realise what was happening. Damian had been making repeat visits to someone. Then all hell broke loose with 9 of the bats - excluding Bruce but including Alfred, although he would never admit it - trying to figure out who it was.

The general consensus that was eventually reached was that Damian, despite all odds and adamant denial, had made a friend. 

Jason looked around and saw that Dick, Cass and Tim had all come to the same realisation. 

“Trust me, I can keep a secret, no one will know you were here.”

You gestured down the hallway, “The volunteer’s room has seats and a mini kitchen, you should probably sit and have some water, or whatever you all do.”

Relieved to be out of the firefight and unwilling to look a gift horse in the mouth, they followed your directions down the hall and into an open door. 

“Just don’t eat anything in the fridge on the left! That’s for the dogs!” You yelled out after them.

Jason chuckled, he turned to tease Damian, something along the lines of ‘He won’t be able to tell the difference’, only to see Robin still at the end of the hall talking to you. 

He watched as you attempted to ruffle Damian’s hair and your hand was smacked away. You just laughed innocently in response and Damian didn’t even attempt to retaliate. 

The sight stopped Jason in his tracks until his view was rudely interrupted by solid wood as Dick closed the door to the volunteer room behind him.

Dick nudged him away from the doorway and Jason’s thoughts finally resumed their steady movement. “What?” He grumbled.

“Hey, we’re lucky that Damian even brought us in the vicinity of his friend, if he catches you staring like that then I'll never hear the end of it.” Dick shrugged like it was obvious and took a seat down on one of the well worn couches.

“I wasn’t staring, just seeing if the little punk was going to be joining us,” Jason huffs as he takes a seat in an obviously well loved arm chair.

“Sure,” Dick’s eye roll was visible to Jason even behind the domino mask.  

The group resigned to take a small break until they could all come up with a plan once Damian joined them. More time passed than was expected of a usually prompt Damian, but Jason couldn’t bring himself to care as he sunk further into the chair.

They all knew that salvaging this mission was unlikely. Someone’s informant had ratted them out, the cargo they were meant to recover had already been moved, all that awaited them was a trap. 

Thankfully it wasn’t a particularly challenging group of goons, but with their info shot and sirens indicating fast approaching police presence, Nightwing made the call to retreat until they knew what they were actually dealing with. 

All four vigilante’s heads popped up in sync as the sound of metal clanging echoed through from the front of the building. They were out into the hallway in an instant and rushed through corridors and out into what appeared to be the entry room where a group of men in black face coverings had broken through the front door.

The intruders didn’t stand a chance against all of them in close quarters. Jason would admit, they had some nice gear and could throw a pretty good punch but they were no match. 

Who the hell even follows five vigilantes that superseded you in every way.

Five vigilantes.

“Robin!” Your shout was heard from back down the far end of the building and Jason took off before he had even registered what he was doing.

Normally he would at least check all his surroundings but right then all else was second priority to getting back to where they left Damian and you. The dogs were in uproar in their kennels, some whined in fear, others growled and the rest barked with all their might as he ran past them. 

Bursting around a corner he spotted you. You were knelt over Damian’s prone form, a gun raised in one hand and the other on Damian’s shoulder, finger on his pulse point.

Across from you on the floor was a large man down face first and unmoving. 

Jason watched as you spun your attention to the noise of their footsteps, aiming the gun straight at them. Where he expected to see panic or fear, he only found steady composure painted on your face with glimpses of fire in your eyes. He knew at that moment that you weren’t defenceless by a long shot, but he still wasn’t used to seeing civilians so unflappable, holding your own while protecting another, he wouldn’t soon forget the sight. 

He saw relief wash over you as you realised it was them and lowered your gun. Jason was at your side in an instant followed by Cass, Dick and Tim. 

“What happened?” Dick asked you as Tim searched over the body of the man, confiscating weapons he found and clasping his wrists in handcuffs - Jason figured that the man must be alive then - before closing the open back door. Cass did the same to another man that Jason hadn’t previously spotted, off to the right. 

“They broke in through the back door,” You gestured your head to the man that Cass attended to, “It was just him at first. Robin handled him easily but the second guy bashed the door hard right into him and knocked him out. Head straight into concrete.”

Tim kneeled down next to you to look at Damian and you pulled your hands away from him.

“He’s fine,” You assured him. “He’ll just have one hell of a concussion.”

“Why didn’t you run?” Cass asked.

“Why would I do that?” Your brow furrowed.

“Why would you do that? Hell maybe because there was an armed man ready to attack you?” Jason pulled the gun straight from your hand, “What the hell were you thinking?” 

He looked over the gun, a dart gun he noticed as he popped open the chamber and spotted the darts inside. Some sort of tranquilizer he guessed. He didn’t have time to determine what type before you snatched it back. 

You slipped the dart gun into your waistband before you crossed your arms over your chest, “I’m not fucking stupid. It’s Gotham, I’m not closing up alone at midnight without some form of protection. I don’t even get paid, I'm a volunteer, so there's no way in hell I'm risking my life leaving this place.”

Jason looked towards the others for backup but Cass was pulling Damian up, Tim was shooting him a strange look and Dick, the bastard, was entirely ignoring him, petting one of the dogs through the kennel bars.

He looked back to you, “Who the fuck even owns a dart gun? Where did you get that?”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, “From Robin. I've worked with all sorts of animals, I'm trained on using tranquilizers so he gave me a smaller version after he found out I was leaving this place alone some nights, alright asshole?”

”That doesn’t mean you put yourself-”

”-Respectfully, I’m not arguing with you about this,” you cut him off and pushed past him towards one of the kennels. You unlocked it and stepped inside, knelt down and fussed over a dog that had been whimpering.

“Have a nice nap?” Dick teased and Jason turned his attention back towards a now conscious, and severely annoyed, Damian.

“What was Todd having a tantrum about?” He asked, staring at Jason.

Jason threw his hands in the air. He couldn’t catch a fucking break. From the corner of his eye he watched you switch over into a different kennel. 

“Hood doesn’t like your little dart gun present,” Tim told Damian, who pushed the supporting hands away from him to stand on his own.

Damian huffed, “Well of course he doesn’t like it. It was an obvious thing to give her, she doesn't need any physical strength to operate it, she doesn't have to get close to anyone, but can also use it at short range, and she doesn't have to have accurate aim. As long as she hits the target and it breaches skin, the target will be neutralised. It’s efficient and intelligent, which goes against Todd’s nature.”

“Hey!” Jason shouted, offended. 

Tim and Dick laughed loudly but it was the small chuckle from behind him that caught his attention. He turned back around and watched you approach them with a dog in your arms. It was a small, absurdly chunky thing, he doesn’t really know dog breeds, but it seemed incredibly happy snuggled into your arms. You look a lot happier too.

“Who's this cutie?” Dick walked on over to your

You smiled, “Hmm, I'm pretty sure Damian already told you my name.” 

Dick flashed you a charming smile and leaned in, “Oh you’re fun.”

Jason scoffed and you looked his way. He saw red in your eyes and it took him a moment to realise that it wasn’t any emotion of yours, but the reflection of his helmet in your eyes.

He turned his head away. He hadn’t even taken his helmet off, just jumped straight to berating you. No ‘thank you for looking out for Robin’, no checking to see if you were okay. No taking off his helmet so he just had his domino mask on and could show you that he wasn’t someone you needed to be afraid of.

He didn’t even know you, he had no idea why he was so angry that you put yourself in danger, and why he wished Dick would give you a little bit more fucking space.

He watched from his peripheral as you continued, “This is Biskit, little darling doesn’t like loud noises but he’s okay now.”

Jason thought that ‘okay’ was an understatement. The dog looked like it was in heaven all nestled up in your hold.

Cass drew everyone’s attention, “The back door is fine, but that isn’t the case for the front door.”

Dick winced, “I can’t say the waiting room is a pretty sight right now. There’s definitely a broken lock and messed up hinges on the door alone.”

You sighed, “There’s a box of spare parts and tools in the closet down here, hold on.” You led the way down past the kennels and Damian opened the closet door you motioned to and grabbed at a crate filled with parts, pliers and all sorts of things.

You hummed in thought and Jason looked over to find you looking up at a security camera on the wall.

Ah shit.

“Come with me,” You said and continued down the hall and into an office space. You turned to Damian and held out Biskit, Damian quickly dropped the crate to the table and took the dog from your arms.

Jason watched you sit down, boot up one of the computers, log in, pull up the surveillance feed and step aside. “I assume one of you can make it look like I closed up without anything else happening.”

Tim nodded and took over your position in the seat.

Dick came to stand beside you, “This is totally illegal you know.”

“That’s rich coming from a vigilante,” Your gaze was glued to the screen, giving Tim passwords and access to programs when he prompted.

“I did not think you had it in you,” Damian stated while Cass fussed over the dog in his arms. 

“Oh come on, you know I've never been one to follow orders I don't agree with,” You smirk and Jason saw the tiniest upturn of Damian’s lips, obviously referring to something known only to you two.

Jason didn’t know what to do. He felt distinctly out of place. You and Dick talked, Damian would chime in occasionally and even Cass had some things to add or questions about the shelter. Tim was less involved in conversation but he was working away at burying evidence of their visit here.

Jason figured he could be useful too. He took the crate of supplies and slipped out of the room. He was sure the others noticed but they knew to leave him to his own devices sometimes. 

Jason worked on repairing the front door, after he moved the unconscious bodies of the masked men out into the street, tied up waiting for the police complete with a little note. 

It was nice to focus on something else for a bit, a simple task that soothed his adrenaline.

It must have been over an hour before he heard footsteps approaching him just as he finished putting all the furniture that got knocked over back into place.

He turned, expecting to see one of his siblings, but instead saw you. He ripped off his helmet in the hopes of making himself more approachable. 

You had the fat dog in your arms again, curled up fast asleep. It was an adorable sight that is so out of place in his life. 

Jason cleared his throat, “Hey uh, about before, I didn’t mean to-”

“I know,” you cut him off with a gentle smile. You didn’t wait for him to try apologising or get him to explain himself. He’s so used to having to defend his actions that he was stunned into silence. Yet it wasn’t uncomfortable, the simple acceptance that somehow lifted some of his guilt. 

You didn’t say his actions were okay, but it also wasn’t brushing it off entirely. It just was. 

You looked back towards the kennels, “I think it’s time we all went to bed, now that I can actually lock up.”

“Can I walk you home?” He blurts. He doesn’t know why he asked. Sure you were a civilian and could do with an escort in the early mornings on Gotham’s streets, but that was usually more of Nightwing or Red Robin’s thing. 

“I drove.”

“Right,” Jason nodded and grabbed his helmet. Stupid idea anyway.

“But you could walk me to my car?” you smiled softly and he knew then that he was done for.

“Yeah, I can do that,” he felt his lips upturn slightly without his conscious control.

You looked down at the sleeping bundle of fur in your arms, “Just let me get him to bed.”

—

He had bettered his self control, though he can still pick up on you anytime you are near. At times it is all he can focus on. He can’t escape your smell, voice, or touch.

He can’t get you off his mind.

He hears the bathroom door open, his head turning to watch as you walk back to him.

He is almost surprised his voice comes out clearly, “For a moment there I thought you’d run out on me from disgust”

You fiddle with the wet washcloth you have in your grasp, “I can give you space if that’s what you want.”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Alright.”

You take the last few steps towards him and lean in, “For the record, I don’t find you or any of this disgusting. I told you I would take care of you, did you think I wouldn't follow through on that?”

He goes to reply but his words are cut off as he gasps as you step between his legs and reach forward, washcloth in hand, to clean him up, like a lover would after sex. 

Your eyes blow wide before him, hastily pulling back. “Oh, shit, sorry. I wasn't thinking. Here take, uh here take this to, to clean yourself up,” you said, stumbling over your words as red creeps over your cheeks. 

He takes the cloth from you and cleans up any mess he can. Its endearing how respectful you are despite having just been pressed against his side whispering in his ear as he fucked his fist

—

You watch as Jason tosses the cloth aside. You offer him a hand and he takes it without hesitation. Pulling his hand you lead him towards the couch and gesture for him to sit down. Once he’s sat, you quickly retrieve some water and a protein bar.

“Here, drink some water and try eating too, please,” you slip easily back into your nurse protocols. You lay the back of your palm over his forehead, frowning when you feel that his temperature is still too high for your liking. 

He finishes all of the water and half of the protein bar, you take the remainder and place it out of the way. The heavy sigh Jason lets out is accompanied by a groan as he begins to stand only to be quickly stopped by your hands on his shoulders pushing him down. “Absolutely not.”

“M’fine,” he grunts out. 

”No you’re not. I’m not letting you off that easily. Need to keep an eye on you and get you back to prime condition. Doctor’s orders.”

”Oh really? You gonna keep me here?”

“Mhm, I’ll tie you to the bed if I have to.” 

Something simmers beneath his eyes in response and he quickly adverts his eyes with a cough. 

You retrieve your phone and sit on the coffee table adjacent from him. The room is quiet as you read over the information again and again to make sure you haven’t missed anything. Jason has his head rested on the back of the couch, breathing heavily.

A muffled groan grabs your attention. He’s shuffling, adjusting his position on the couch. You put your phone to the side once more.

“You alright?” You say, despite his attempts to conceal it you can see discomfort itching at him.

He just nods, gaze on the roof, fist clenching around bundled fabric at his side.

“Jason,” you say, trying to get his attention.

He looks up at you but doesn’t quite meet your eyes, “Don’t worry about it.” 

“Jason,” your voice stern with your resolve.

The sigh he lets out is ragged, “I don’t think it’s over yet.”

“Oh,” you are stunned, unsure of what to say. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck”

Tension and silence float thickly in the air until you clear your throat and motion to the space next to him on the couch, “Can I sit?” 

Jason shrugs, clearly unimpressed by the continuing situation, “Whatever you want.”

You cross the small gap between the table and couch and tentatively sit next to Jason, bring a hand to his forehead once more, and once again you can feel he is burning up.

“What's wrong?” Jason asks after your noise of disappointment.

“You’re hot.”

”Thanks doll, but I don't see how that’s a problem.” Jason’s playful smirk relieves you a fraction, seeing him at least finding some humour despite the circumstances eases your nerves.

“Ha, ha. Very funny,” sarcasm drips from your voice, “I’ll get a damp towel to help cool you down”

You make to get up when a hand quickly grasps you, “Wait no, please, don’t leave” 

“Jason, i’m only going to—“ your words cut off when you meet his gaze, desperation radiating from him in palpable waves. There’s no way you can refuse him. “Okay,” you nod, “Okay, I won't.”

You sit back down, his hand never leaving your wrist, and you watch him carefully as he breathes deeply. This continues with Jason squeezing your wrist until he is sucking in air through his teeth, clearly struggling to maintain composure. 

Strong fingers unlace themselves from their hold on you as Jason brings his hand down his face, frustration clear in his furrowed eyebrows and downturned lips, “I’m sorry, I can’t, I need, I need—“

“Don’t fight it, I've got you,” you interrupt as you guide his hand away from his face so you can look him in the eye and offer him a soft smile, hoping to alleviate some of his rigidity, “Round two then?” 

Silence is your reply until Jason grumbles out “Four.”.

You blink slowly as your mind catches up with you. Oh god, he’s right. This will be the fourth time he’ll take his cock in his hand at your request, with only one third of the previous times bringing him to full completion. 

“Well,” you clear your throat, “I expect a good show then, since you’ve had time to practice.” It’s at this moment that you realise his hand that wasn’t around your wrist still holds your panties, tightly balled up in his clenched fist.

“C’mon darling,” You coo at him, coaxing him to remove his length from his pants once more, hearing him whining when his hand makes contact with his bare skin.

Jason brings your panties to his face again and begins the same song and dance as earlier. This continues, your touch on his arms as you sit next to him while he has his back against the couch, his hand stroking his cock at a steady, practiced pace. However, despite your encouragement and his enthusiasm, his face begins to read of frustration instead of pleasure.

“Jason, look at me,” worry clear in your voice rather than a sly command.

“It’s fine, I'm almost there,” he grits out, stubborn as ever.

You sign and reach out to his hand holding your underwear and pull it away as you say “No, you’re not.”

He groans, relenting and turning his full attention to you, pupils blown wide, only hints of that enchanting teal remaining.

You gather your thoughts for a moment, formulating a plan before you begin to move closer to Jason.

“What are you doing?” shock laces his voice as you grow closer to him.

“Do you trust me?”

“More than you know,” his answer is immediate, seemingly shocking himself as much as it does you when his honesty registers to you both. 

You nod before continuing, “Tell me to stop if I go too far.” With that you climb on top of him, placing yourself on top of one of his thighs, legs caging either side of his thick leg.

The full body jolt Jason gives causes your hands to fly out to his shoulders in order to keep yourself balanced. Once you are sure he’s not going to buck you off, you use the opportunity to slide a hand up into his hair at the base of his neck and tug at it.

The moan he lets out is captivating. “Fuck!” he chokes out, “You are playing a dangerous game, sweetheart.”

A guttural sound leaves Jason as you lean in to pepper kisses along his neck. Moving onto a more hands-on experimental treatment, abandoning your voyeurism for active participation. Jason nudges your head away so that he can nuzzle into your own neck. He takes a deep inhale with a long drawn out moan.

You are just about to remind him of his unfinished business when you glance down to see him already stroking himself again. This time, however, with your panties wrapped around his cock. Your eyes are transfixed on the sight of him dragging the cotton down and around himself when his free hand comes to rest on your waist.

The small shocked noise that escapes you only eggs him on to press further into your neck, “Fuck, you smell incredible. You’re driving me crazy, baby.”

If his stuttered moans are anything to go by, this new proximity plan is working to bring Jason to new levels of pleasure. 

To your surprise, Jason begins to move the leg you rest on up and down. You struggle to understand what his reasoning for this new addition is until you see his eyes locked on you and realisation slams into you like an explosion. 

One of his hands strokes his cock up and down while the other is situated on your waist, helping move you on his thigh. Warmth floods your cheeks as you understand what he’s thinking. He’s imitating fucking you, watching you rise and fall on his thigh, bouncing you in time with the movements of his hand along himself. Striking gaze glued on you as he emulates the sight of you bouncing on his length.

Your clothes separate you as you slide across his thigh. A flicker of heat beginning to alight at the delicious pressure arising from his movements. 

You have to tell yourself to not get worked up. Do not come, this isn’t some tryst between you two. God, as much as you want it to be. You are helping him through this, and that’s it. No matter how good he is beginning to make you feel.

You feel him speed up, until he is panting in your ear, mumbling things you can’t quite make out, but you think you hear your name in there interspersed with endearments. He comes with a shout as he paints his shirt with his release. His head hangs so far over the back over the couch you worry it might fall off.

You lift a hand up and push back a white lock of hair that is sticking to his forehead while you process what just happened.

—

Jason is still reeling after his world shattering release. His heart pounds in his ears and electricity thrums against his skin. His mind replaying the portrayal he had managed to create of you bouncing on his cock. Reimagining it, reviling in the idea. He craves to hear your own sounds like the ones he is now so freely letting fall.

At this moment he can’t bring himself to feel guilty. Later when this all wears off, when he can think about anything other than you, he can examine the weight of what is happening. What the two of you are doing right now, what you are doing to him. Now, and always.

He watches you intensely, fixated on the way you worry your lip between your teeth. It takes him more than a couple of moments to return to clarity and register that you are still on top of him while he is staring at you, hand still on his cock.

His half hard cock.

He moves his hand away from himself, not bothering to tuck himself back into his blacks. There’s no concept of modesty anymore.

Once his breathing returns from pants to some semblance of regularity you ask, “Are you okay?”

The genuine concern in your eyes hurts him more than the ache in his muscles. You should be put off by all of this, but all he finds in your gaze is care. He feels unworthy of it.

“Yes, but also no. That was incredible, but I can still feel the ache. Like I'm burning from the inside out.”

You sigh with a nod. “Alright, take this off for me,” you say, grasping at the hem of his shirt, “I don’t want you actually overheating.”

Jason doesn’t have the strength left to argue anymore. He’d follow any command you gave him right now. He grasps his shirt from the back and yanks it over his head.

He immediately becomes aware of the way you are raking your eyes over his torso. His eyebrows furrow for a moment before he realises what you are looking at. 

The usually hidden myriad of scars that cover his torso. Even he can’t bear to look at them most days, it takes everything in him not to pull his shirt back on.

Sure, he’s had his emergency patch ups from you, but only ever through a hole in his shirt, or away from the many scars across his chest and stomach. 

He’d always try and get to Alfred for these things, he couldn’t stand to have you see this off putting part of him.

Something tickles in the back of his throat as he sits frozen under your gaze. He watches your eyes trace down the ‘Y’ shaped scar from collar bone to navel. 

The autopsy scar. The very evidence of his undead nature. Something not quite right, not meant to be here.

He spots your hands move to reach out, seemingly of their own accord, before you pull back. He desperately wishes you would touch him the way your curious mind seeks. Some part of you wants this, and he yearns for you to indulge in it, even if it’s just morbid curiosity.

Your attention comes back to Jason’s face, “Do you need more water? or I can get you some painkillers and we can see if that helps at all.”

“I want you.”

“Jason, I don’t…” You trail off, at a loss for words.

A groan rips through him as he feels himself reach full hardness again, “I know I’m not what you want. I'm not your type or whatever, I get it. But I feel like I'm going to combust if I can’t have you. You can hate me all you want after this, but I need this. I need you.”

He lays all his cards on the table.

You lean forward and rest your forehead against his collarbone, “Jason, I can’t. This isn’t about what I want, trust me, I want to. But you’re not in your right mind, you’re under the influence of a drug. I’d be taking advantage of you.”

Jason lifts your face up with a hand under your chin, “God sweetheart, if it’s about consent I promise that you don’t have to worry. I want this, I've wanted this. Ask any of my brothers. Hell, I’m pretty sure Dick even overheard me fucking my hand and moaning your name at some point when I thought the manor was empty.” 

He is past the point of embarrassment, pupils blown wide with lust. You are addicting, and now that he’s had the smallest taste, he can’t ever go back.

The shocked expression on your face is charming in combination with the blush high on your cheeks, “I don’t think he would appreciate me asking that right now.”

Jason chuckles. Despite the burning hunger gnawing at him, you still find a way to make him feel weightless.

Seconds pass, the air thick with tension as your fingers fidget. The silence breaks with a resigned sigh from you, “Okay.”

“Okay?” 

“Yeah,” you place your hands against his shoulders and push lightly, “lay back for me, and take off your pants”

Jason follows your command immediately, eyes trailing your movement as you slide off his knee and situate yourself between his thighs. 

As soon as your hand touches his shoulder his body shivers in bliss.

—

A deep exhale leaves you as you gather your thoughts, keeping any words at bay for fear of fumbling them. 

You’ve never had a chance to properly admire Jason’s sculpted workwork . The scars that decorate his torso give him a rugged beauty, a testament to battles won, bravery and strength. Everything he’s worked hard to become despite all the pain. A reminder of what could have been lost forever.

You slide a hand down the autopsy scar as he stares at you, eyes blown wide while little gasps leave him.

From his collarbones you trail your way down his chest. You stop your movements when you hear a noise that sounds suspiciously like a whimper. Looking up at Jason, you can see his struggle to contain his hunger, fingers twitching.

You lean forward and place a soft kiss against his sternum before you continue your journey down. You caress the lines of his scar as light kisses now follow the path your fingers make. 

Even after the scar stops your touch continues to travel down to his pelvic bone. When you place a kiss there Jason wines, long and agonised.

“Please,” Jason whimpers.

You are tempted to tease him, make him say exactly what he wants, but you elect to not torture the man any further. You already had your fun chasing the lines of his scars, an act that could be deemed too affectionate for the current predicament. You’d say it was simply foreplay if you ever needed to defend your actions.

From the way Jason responds to your mouth trailing lower, you doubt you will ever have to.

You place a final kiss to a scar gracing the bottom of his pelvis, your face now inches from his cock. You turn your head and with no preamble you lick a stripe up his length before taking him into your mouth. You revel in the shouted, “Fuck!” that follows from above.

You bob your head up and down slowly, pulling up to lick across the top of his cock, feeling him shiver beneath you, before swallowing his length back down. 

Jason moans loudly, “God, you feel incredible.” His fingers gripping the couch cushions tightly.

You place both your hands on his hips for support and take him deeper into your mouth while hollowing your cheeks. Feeling encouraged by how Jason’s body is quaking underneath you.

It takes some effort to get his entire cock into your mouth and down your throat, you determinedly work your way inch by inch until your lips surround his base.

Jason throws his head back, arching up into the warmth of your mouth. His hips buck up slightly, clearly torn between holding himself back and seeking the cradle of your tongue.

You look up at him to see one of his hands covering his mouth so you bring your mouth off him slowly, “Remember I want to hear you, don’t cover your mouth.” 

Jason moves his hand away and you place a kiss to the head of his cock before bringing him all the way back into your mouth. This time you keep your eyes locked on his. Both his hands are white-knuckling the cushions. He’s so expressive like this compared to his usual stoic composure. All of it just for you.

He’s captivating like this, looking at you like you are the only thing in the world. You take your time to enjoy the feeling of him full in your mouth, mapping his length with your tongue, learning the placement of every vein and every spot that makes him shiver.

Jason’s hand flies up to cover his mouth again, a man of habit, so you suddenly pull off him completely. He gasps and whimpers pathetically as you reach up to pull his hand away from his mouth. “Behave,” you command with your grasp locked around his wrist. 

You swear he almost comes undone right there from your demand, his beautiful whimpers now loud for you to relish in. Almost certainly if it wasn’t for the lack of touch on his cock. This time you wait until he nods before you let go of his wrist and lean back down to swipe your tongue down his length slowly until you relent and swallow him back down.

He cries out, bringing the hand you moved away not back to the couch but to the side of your face, not pushing your head, just holding you gently, caressing your cheek with his thumb. 

He’s panting, body jolting as you suck down on him and you briefly remember that you are trying to avoid him dying from a heart attack. Regardless of this, you don’t relent.

Above you, Jason blurts out, “You wouldn’t believe how many fantasies I've had about you.” You moan around him at that and double your efforts, drool slipping out of your mouth. 

He’s stuttering out incomplete sentences now that most consist of, “please,” and “you feel so good.” His hips rocking up into your hands now, his cock twitching in your mouth.

“I’m going to, ah! please can I?,” he’s struggling to maintain his composure. “In your—“ He cuts himself off with a loud moan, “In your mouth, please”

You nod around him, eyes locked on him. That's all he needs before you feel warmth shooting down your throat as he comes. You swallow his release down, sucking him through it until he’s pushing at your shoulder. You pull off him with a string of saliva connecting you from your lips, breaking when you sit yourself back up. 

Jason is splayed out on the couch before you, eyes glazed over as he breathes heavily, hand still lightly rested on your cheek with his remaining strength.

—

Jason is waiting for the moment he will suddenly sit up alone in his bed in the middle of the night, for how could this be anything but a dream. But it’s real, and the swirling of his thoughts and the glow throughout his body evidences that. 

His gaze focuses, looking up at you. You have a little bit of spit painting your plush lips and down your chin before you wipe it away with the back of your hand. He watches you, mesmerised. He’d do anything you asked right now. He’d kill an innocent man in cold blood just to see you look down at him like this forever.  

“God, you are extraordinary, sweetheart,” Jason feels a small light in his heart at being able to call you such names that he never would dare to normally.

“Well, thank you for such a glowing review, sir,” you tease lightly. Hearing you call him that, the small light doubles in intensity with a skip of his heart, and the small smile that graces your face expands the light exponentially until it threatens to consume him.

His strength returning to him, he surges up and flips the two of you over, so that now you lay underneath him. You stare up at him in shock, and he caresses the side of your face. It’s your turn to lean into his touch, eyes closing as you relax.

“You are wearing far too many clothes,” Jason remarks and your eyes fly back open and he continues, ”Let me see you.”

He watches, transfixed as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth before nodding. The trust in your eyes is incomparable to anything he has seen before. 

He moves down once he hears you trying to kick off your boots, a task you are apparently struggling with. Once he goes to pull them off for you, he sees why. There is a swiss army knife shoved into your boot, which he takes out with a smirk, impressed that you listened when he asked you to always carry a weapon just in case. He supposes this could be justified as useful for all manor of things with the scissor, tweezers, screwdrivers, etc.

Once he’s removed your shoes he helps you shimmy out of your pants, revealing yet again, another hidden weapon as he undresses you. The little surprises of yours magnifies his lust. This one is a small delicate dagger that is holstered to your thigh. Jason lets out a quiet groan at how hot it is. He has half the mind to leave it on, instead in the name of saftey he takes it and places it gently on the floor.

Next he turns to remove your shirt to see you already taking it off. Your hands cross at the hem before you lift your arms, uncrossing them over as you pull your shirt off in a way that looks like you are unwrapping a gift. A fucking incredible gift for him.

“God, you’ll be the death of me,” Jason stares at the sight of you underneath him in a lacey set of panties and bra, his mouth watering at the colour. Red. 

He admires your body and hums happily and leans forward to kiss your neck that is now easily available to him and trails his hands over your collarbones, down your chest and onto your ribs.

Jason’s hands slip around your to the clasp of your bra, “May I?” falls softly from his lips. He’s trying so hard to be a gentleman but the fire in his stomach causes his hips to grind desperately into the couch.

“Yes,” your response is a whisper, but it’s perfectly clear to his ears.

Gently, he undoes your bra and pulls it off, guiding your arms out of the straps, throwing it somewhere out of sight. He looks down at you reverently. Eyes roaming over your body like it holds the answers to every question he’s ever asked. He reaches out and spreads his hands over your chest, feeling the soft skin underneath his touch as you whine. 

You muffle your pretty noises, biting them off and keeping your mouth firmly shut. He looks up at you, smirking, “Now that’s hardly fair, is it?”

“What?”

“That I'm not allowed to hear your noises, after receiving so much criticism when the roles were reversed.”

You roll your eyes and let out a huff that transforms into a pleased hum as his hands trail down your waist until he toys with the hem of your panties. Jason shuffles himself backwards until his head is close to his hands.

“My turn,” he says with a devilish grin.

He watched realisation dawn on your face. That he doesn’t just want to see and touch you.

“Oh!“ you gasp out, “wait, Jason this is about you, you don’t need to—“

“Don’t you dare deny me this on the basis of that. I’ve dreamt about eating you out.” He licks his lips, “Fuck darling, when i’m so stressed from a mission or plagued with disrupted sleep - and i’d do anything for my brain to go blank - you take such good care of me that it takes everything in me not to get down on my knees and beg you to let me taste you.”

He didn’t mean to let that one out, but there doesn’t seem to be any space here for omission anymore, “If you’ll allow me, I'll give you everything.”

He dares not look away from you, pouring all his thoughts out for you, “I want to have you blissed out in ecstasy before me. I want to keep you there all night, because after I've done it once, I won't want to stop. Not until I know exactly how every part of you looks and feels.” He places wet kisses against your skin just above your pantyline, “Won’t let you go until I have every inch of you memorised, not until I catch up on all the years I was too afraid to tell you how much I have wanted you.”

“Jason-“ before you can finish he cuts you off, still going.

“I can never escape you. Sometimes the thought of you is all I can focus on. It's been next to impossible to deal with, wanting you with my whole being and not being able to do anything about it. Please sweetheart, let me show you how entirely devoted I am to you.”

“Fuck, Jason, you certainly have a charming mouth on you.”

“Oh, you don’t even know half of what my mouth can do for you darling,” he smirks.

The red rising up to your ears is something he wants to remember forever, your face no longer flushed from just embarrassment, but from want. Want for him. He preens at the thought.

“Show me,” your request is music to his ears.

“God, I’m the luckiest man in the world,” Jason moves his gaze down and traces a finger down your panties, finding a wet patch already resting there and groaning at the realisation, “Look at you, you’re so wet for me already.”

You whimper as he touches you through the cloth, his touches remaining light and exploratory. 

Jason grins devilishly, and in a flash reaches over the side of the couch. He finds his discarded pants and pulls out his knife, he turns back to you and carefully, so as not to hurt you, cuts your underwear straight off of you.

“Jay!” you shriek.

“I’ll buy you a new pair, i’ll buy you ten, hell i’ll get you a pair with my emblem on ‘em” he smirks, before leaning in with no preamble and licking a broad stripe up your drenched core. Fuck, you taste amazing, if he thought he wanted to roll around in just your scent like an untrained hound before, he wants even more from you now. He wants to drown in you.

The long moan you let out is just as delicious, and he chases the taste of you, pulling more sounds from your mouth. He laps at you, dragging his tongue through your folds until he turns his attention to your clit. He delights when you jolt beneath him as he plants his mouth around it. Alternating between sucking lightly and tracing patterns with his tongue. 

He feels your hands fly out and tangle in his hair, “Jay! Fuck!” you cry out. He pushes both your thighs over his shoulders to gain better access to you, and continues his ministrations. He’s bucking his hips into the couch now, spurred on by your lovely sounds and the taste of you. 

You’re crying out his name in between gasps and moans. He replaces his mouth at your clit with a hand, continuing the same pressure and pattern he found you respond best to with his fingers now. His mouth moves down to lick at your core again, tongue tracing your slit before he pushes it inside of you. You shout his name and pull on his hair and he moans into you. 

He plunges his tongue in and out of you before pulling back and lapping up your arousal. He devours you like a starving man. A grand thought fills his mind, that he wants to taste you for days afterwards. He feels your legs quivering where they lay on his shoulders and adjusts his position, the bridge of his nose now pressing against your clit as he dives back into your cunt. 

He feels you tense, thighs clenching around his head. Your hands tighten in his hair as you pull him closer against you.

Jason moans under your touch, his hips rutting into the couch as he drinks from you like he is a poor lost soul in a desert that is finally getting a taste of fresh cold water. 

You begin to rock your hips against him, his nose catching on your clit every time you pull him against you. You're practically grinding on him, using him to get off. He makes a guttural noise at how hot that is, having you rock yourself against his face while he feasts greedily.

He doesn't cease his movements but manages to grunt out, “Use my face, sweetheart, just like that, take what you need.” Your legs are shaking, clenching hard around him. He all but forgets everything else in the world as you use him to reach your release, fucking yourself on his face. Perhaps next time he can convince you to sit on it.

He feels his own orgasm building in his stomach as he speaks, “Come on, gorgeous. Cum on my face.”

The feeling of you coming undone beneath him is one he never wants to forget. He watches you tumble over the edge in pleasure, lashes fluttering as you cry out his name. Your thighs tighten around him so hard he thinks he might pass out as he follows your release, spilling onto the couch below him as he grinds his hips, still devouring you through your orgasm until you pull him back by the hand in his hair with pleas for him to quit. 

Your breaths are ragged and Jason delights at seeing you splayed out on the couch after unraveling under his touch.

—

Gentle touches caress your thigh as you focus on remembering how to breathe. You finally understand the expression, seeing stars. You feel as though you have caught a mind melting glimpse of the ends of time and space.

You don’t know how you are going to be able to look at Jason tomorrow after he’d coaxed you through the most earth shattering orgasm you have ever had.

He has you now, heart and body.

Who are you kidding, he’s had your heart for a long time now.

—

Jason had found you sitting on the roof of your apartment building after a rough shift, looking out at the stars from the ledge. You heard the heavy footsteps that marked his approach, you turned to look over your shoulder and saw Jason pull his jacket off.

You smiled softly and patted the spot next to you. He nodded but before he sat, you felt warmth surrounding you as Jason lay his jacket around your shoulders.

He leant his forearms against the concrete ledge you were sat atop, “How are you holding up?”

You relinquished any thoughts of continuing your moment of silence, at least Jason was a welcome candidate to interrupt your thoughts. ”Can’t sleep,” you sighed, looking out towards the skyline where hints of dawn approached. You’d come off of a long shift at the hospital in the early morning but couldn’t find sleep.

Jason hummed in acknowledgment, “I figured as much,” His gaze joined yours out at the horizon.

“You just get off patrol?“

Jason nodded. His fingers drummed against his hip, which brought your attention there. A bandage wrapped tightly around his forearm peaks out from under his shirt, the aftermath of a nasty swipe from a drug lord. 

You had been at work on your break when you heard tapping on the window, when you turned to investigate you were met with a familiar red helmet and you relaxed minutely before you panicked at why he was there.

You let him the window of a private room and he threw his jacket on the floor and rolled his sleeve up to reveal a nasty gash, 

You set to work immediately, no questions asked as his eyes kept darting between you and the window, gun held tightly in his uninjured hand. 

Your current gaze at his bandaged arm was obvious as you fixated on the scare you’d had seeing him unexpectedly at your work, the time ticking down until your break would be over and the daunting knowledge that his stubbornness would take him right back out into the fray.

“I'm fine.” He pulled his sleeve down to keep the bandage out of your sight, “Thanks to you.”

You nodded and returned your attention to the horizon as you enjoyed the weight of his warm jacket atop of you.

“What’s on your mind?” Jason looked at you.

You sighed, “Gotham is just so insane.”

“You don’t like it here?” Jason did a good job at masking his emotions but you could still hear a little bit of hurt slip through into his question.

”I do,” Your quick reply startled you before you could put together a cognitive thought, “That's not what I meant. This city’s crime just seems like such an impossible thing to manage. So many unnecessary deaths. So much destruction.” Your fingers tap against your thigh, “It puts it into perspective just how small you really are compared to the larger picture. How insignificant you are.”

There was a moment of silence as you both thought before Jason spoke, “I don't think you’re insignificant.”

“Thanks,” a small smile tugged at your lips while you looked at the sky slowly changing colour.

“I mean it,“ It seemed he wasn't going to let it drop like that. You looked at him and he was focused intently on you, like he needed to get through to you. “You’re not. Just because you aren’t directly fighting crime doesn’t mean you aren’t helping the city.”

“It’s just, all the collateral damage that I see and the lives lost because a villain broke free again, and again, and again. At some point it makes you wish all vigilantes had a few exceptions to their ‘no kill’ rules.”

Jason stared at you, “It’s not like you to wish death on someone, didn’t you literally take the hippocratic oath?”

You laughed lightly, “No, that’s for doctors, I'm just a nurse.”

“‘Just a nurse?’ Jesus, you’re an ER nurse that does twelve hour shifts at ridiculous hours, you’re the front line for all emergencies and the most gruesome injuries, you’re crazier than me,” Jason replies in exasperation.

You sigh, “Even without the hippocratic oath, I can’t let my beliefs - no matter how true they are perceived as - change how I treat anyone, it’s literally my job. I don’t get to serve justice like heroes do. I can’t think like this.”

Jason nods, “It’s complicated, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I just can’t help but feel like I'm not doing enough, especially after being around you guys.”

Jason leaned closer to you, “You’ve done so much good, not just for us, but for the sake of the city. You’ve saved so many lives. I wish I was more like you sometimes.” As if it was the most natural thing in the world, Jason reached forward and brushed back a piece of your hair that had fallen in front of your face.

Your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes locked with Jason’s, stuck in a trance. You fought the flush rising on your cheeks, you hoped he would assume your reaction was from the cold.

You felt it blooming, something inside of you that had been growing for quite some time now. You desperately tried to stomp it down, while it promised to blossom into something beautiful, the threat of thorns overwhelmed you.

It would only make things more complicated.

You sighed and pushed yourself away slightly so you could catch your breath, “Can I tell you something? and you can’t spread this around.”

“Who would I tell?” He smiled but upon seeing your serious expression he continued, “Of course.”

“I’m not sure if I'm a good person.”

“What?” Jason said in pure disbelief.

“Like you said, it’s complicated,” you sighed as you thought of how to explain yourself, “The feeling started when you appeared as Red Hood.”

Jason waited for you to continue, letting you gather your thoughts without questions or interruptions.

“A vigilante without a ‘no kill’ rule was unheard of, Some said it went against the very idea of being a hero. But I couldn’t say i didn’t entirely disagree with your methods. I feel like it goes against everything I should stand for as a nurse. But at the end of the day, I still can’t stop myself from thinking about how many people get hurt by the same villains that have been beaten, but never stopped for good. I’ve seen people’s lives get torn apart and helped prep child size beds to get wheeled to the morgue, sometimes I can’t help but wish death upon those who did it, to finally put an end to it.” You realised how much you had rambled and flushed, “Sorry, that was a lot.”

“No, it’s okay. I understand,” He said solemnly.

You frowned, “I know. You’re the one who finally did something about it.“

“Stop.” Jason said sternly. You turned to look at him, your head tilted slightly to the side before he continued, “No, don’t think like that. Wishing someone was dead and killing someone is astronomically different. Thinking those things doesn’t make you a bad person, not at all. You wouldn’t be a good person if you didn’t care, if you didn’t want justice.”

His eyes were so intense, almost begging you to listen to him, “You’re not like me, you’re better.” 

You wiped at tears gathering in your eyes and hesitated before you pulled him into a hug. He startled before he wrapped his arms around you. 

Jason rubbed small circles on your back, “I’m guessing you miss life before you got mixed up in our shit?”

You pulled back and looked at chuckled softly, “I guess so. I’m glad I met you though, I'm also very glad you found the strength to be a little less violent.”

He hummed in thought before he replied, “I’m glad as well, I never would have met you otherwise.”

You remembered it well, if he hadn’t reconnected more with his family you wouldn’t have met, it’s not like you knew him before then.

Jason looked away, “When I was brought back, I came back wrong, there was only anger within me.”

It’s was your turn to wait for him to continue.

His next words were quieter than before, “But you didn’t see me as a monster.”

You shook your head, “Never.” He looked back towards you and you did your best to make sure your face showcased your honesty.

“You know, anger isn’t a bad emotion,” you said softly, after a pause.

He scoffed, “I’m not sure many would agree.”

“I’m serious. The thing is, anger is rarely ever just anger, there’s always a different driving emotion. Fear, injustice, loneliness, isolation, a great deal of things can lead to anger. Anger doesn’t inherently mean rage or violence though.” 

You looked towards Jason, you hoped you weren’t overstepping but his attention was intensely glued to you.

“It’s confusing. It’s never really taught. People tell you to let it go, and that you shouldn’t hold onto anger, but they never actually tell you how to let go.

“People feel a lot of guilt about being angry, they think that if they are angry then they’ll end up hurting someone. Being angry feels like being a bad person. When young children express anger they are punished for it; told to go to their room until they are ready to be calm. For young people, anger can be something people deem worth punishing until they learn to control themselves, but most of the time they’re never really getting rid of their anger, just biting their tongue and forcing it down or getting better at hiding it.”

Every time you paused because you were worried you had been talking too much and annoying him, you’d see he was still listening intently. He leaned in further as if being closer to you would cause you to talk more. 

“Anger forms because a need isn’t being met. Without anger, we don’t hold people accountable. Anger lets you know that something is wrong and motivates you to make a change. Anger gives us energy, and what matters is how you use that energy. It doesn’t have to be harmful, it’s simply an emotion that supplies us with information about what’s wrong. It’s our job to direct it properly.”

A storm of emotions swirled within Jason’s eyes as he processed everything you said before he turned away, “Sometimes I don’t think you’re real. There’s no way someone so kind yet strong could exist in my life, after everything I've done.”

You sighed, “Jason, don’t put me on a pedestal, I'm not perfect. You’ve done a lot of wrong, I can’t deny that. But you’ve showcased a real desire and made an actual effort to do better. Bad people don’t try to make amends.”

“I’ll never be like the others. I can’t give up my ways, and I'm content with that, proud even. But fuck it makes me feel like the dirt under the old man’s boot sometimes.”

You slipped your hand into his and you would have missed how his breath hitched if you two weren’t so close, “They’re all complicated, it’s not so black and white.”

Jason hummed noncommittably.

“You know, I've always wondered where the big bat draws the line,” You said.

“How so?”

“Y’know, how close can he get a villain to death before he takes issue with it. Break all the bones of a villain's body so they can no longer move but keep them alive?”

Jason chuckled softly but his sadness was still audible.

“I swear sometimes he does that to the average goon who’s just guarding a door. But Scarecrow gets to keep all of his limbs!” You exclaimed with exasperation.

Jason properly laughed then. 

“Can we put the riddler in a coma but keep him on life support?” You continued, relieved that your attempt to lighten the mood did not land in a dark place for Jason.

He shook his head but smiled and you beamed at him in return.

“I’ll have to ask,” Jason said sarcastically.

“Oh please do it while I'm there.”

“Promise.”

You squeezed his hand and he adjusted his grip to lace his fingers through yours.

Jason sighed. “I think you might have been better off never getting involved with us. You deserve more than this mess.”

“Maybe, but I love this mess.”

He held your gaze intensely, “Yeah, but you know you can quit at anytime right? You’re not obligated to help us, we aren’t actually your patients.”

“I know.”

There was silence for a beat until you asked, “How about you? Do you think of a life beyond the fight?”

He shrugged, “At first I never hazarded a thought about a life outside of all this. It's not a privilege I can afford, it’s distracting, too individual and therefore dangerous.”

“But now?”

“I could be persuaded to,” he looked across at you, a soft smile,  just for you.

You nodded and leant your head on his shoulder, as you watched the sun finally rise in the sky.

You felt the timber of Jason’s voice through your head as he continued, “I'd like to imagine that maybe after all this, I'll get to experience the things everyone is fighting so hard to protect.”

“I hope so. There’s so many things for you to experience.”

“You’ll have to show me yourself when everything is over.”

It's a bittersweet thing to hope for, his request settled deep in your heart. “Y’know, we don’t have to wait.”

Jason hummed but said nothing and you didn’t push it any further. 

And for a moment, there is no war. Just the two of you, pressed close to each other, bathed in the early glow of dawn. You felt yourself begin to drift, eyes unable to stay open, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about that as you fell asleep on Jason’s shoulder. As you slowly succumbed to sleep, you felt an arm wrap around you. When you awoke the morning under the covers of your bed, you could put two and two together. Jason had carried you to your bed that night.

—

As your breathing evens out you finally open your eyes. Jason is still between your legs, but is now sitting up on his knees. Light glimmers and it takes you a moment to realise his chin is covered in your juices, reflecting in the artificial lights. At that discovery, a fresh jolt of arousal races through you, its intensity surprising you.  

You push yourself up, sitting face to face with Jason. The lopsided smile he wears makes your heart flutter. You hide your own smile in his neck as you bury your face there.

You intend to pay him back for the mind melting pleasure he just gave you, placing kisses along his jaw as you snake your hand down between the two of you. Your fingers graze over his cock and he groans, bucking into your grasp. You brow furrows as you feel viscous liquid smeared over his length.

Pulling your head back, you can see the wet patch on the mattress and his release cooling on his cock. Oh fuck. He came from eating you out. This man can’t be real. 

You look up at him, “You came from that?”

Jason nods fervently, “You taste incredible,” his fingers find your waist, fitting there like the space was made for his hands, “I could die happy from drowning in you.”

You flush, head still reeling and giggle softly, “I’d rather not have to explain that one to your brothers”

He lets out a deep chuckle, shit that’s hot. 

Jason’s hands tighten on your waist and he guides you back down to lay against the couch, beginning to move his way down your body until you place a hand on his shoulder to still him. You look down at the man, “What are you up to?”

He smirks, “Getting a second helping,” he trails his hand further down to get his point across.

“This is the type of greed people write stories about,” you huff.

“Angel, this is the type of reward they write legends about.”

You roll your eyes at him, “Just get up here.”

Jason pulls himself up so his face is level with yours. He smiles at you, and you return it, caught in each other’s pull. His eyes drop briefly to your lips as he places one hand on your cheek and slowly leans his head down. 

You plant your hands on his chest and he stops. “What’s wrong?” he asks gently.

“I—” you don't want him to kiss you. Ironically, despite the situation, it feels too intimate. Too loving. He’s already admitted that he’s dreamed of you sexually, but you want it to be something other than sex. You want him to kiss you with the same burning adoration you have for him.  

You do want him to kiss you, but you want it to be real. 

He waits for you. 

You find your words, “Kiss me when you’re not being influenced by some drug, if you still want me. Kiss me when the only force driving you to do it, is you alone.”

Jason opens his mouth before closing it immediately. A storm of emotions battling in his eyes. He looks like he wants to argue but finally nods and simply says, “As you wish.”

He’s so perfect, you almost want to immediately break your own rule and kiss him stupid. Distracting you though, is his hardened length pressing against your thigh. You can see his muscles tensing while maintaining his self control to not rub himself against you. 

His cock is so close to your core, it wouldn’t take much to adjust your positions enough to let him slide right into you.

You run a hand through the hair at the back of his neck soothingly, “I thought you would need more of a break between rounds. Surely you are too sensitive. Aren't you painfully overstimulated?”

He shakes his head, “I don’t know how, but I'm not.” His eyes close as he enjoys his hair being played with, the rest of his body still tense, “It’s sensitive and overwhelming but not bad. It’s only painful when nothing is happening, there’s a few moments of peace after but then my cock is begging for you again. All my senses are pushed even further than usual. Sweetheart, it’s all you, only you.”

His words are gentle, no demand in them even though you can feel how his body spasms at just the smallest touch. He clearly needs you, and you are more than happy to provide. You dip a hand down and start to stroke him, he sighs delicately as he’s finally given attention again. 

“Please sweetheart, I need more.”

You have an idea, one that will thoroughly play into his senses. One last idea before you jump straight to getting dicked down, though it is very tempting.

“Lay on your back for me”

He follows your directions, flipping you both until he is on his back and you straddle his thighs.

You look down at him, “Do I still have your trust? 

He stares up at you like you hung the stars in the sky, “Considering where it’s gotten me? Most definitely.”

“Alright, you know the drill, tell me if I do something you don’t like.”

“Darling, I’ll do anything you want, I will die for you.”

You laugh, “Now don’t do that, that’s exactly what we are trying to prevent.”

You reach over to the coffee table and pull off the small rectangular table cloth. You fold it then wrap it around Jason’s eyes.

—

As the fabric blocks his vision, Jason registers three things in varying intensity. The soothing sounds of your breathing, the aftertaste of your arousal in his mouth, and the pressure of your body sitting on his thighs.

Your breath tickling his ear and the shifting of your weight indicates you are leaning into him, “When a person loses a sense, the brain rewires itself and enhances the other senses. We call this cross-modal plasticity.”

His body jolts when he feels your nails trace down his chest, surprising him without his sight to brace him.

”Usually it takes a while for the brain to adapt to these changes in sensory receptors, and you’ll only have a couple of minutes. But you’re extra sensitive right now, so let’s see what happens.” You kiss along his jaw, making your way to his ear.

He quivers under your attention. Pulse thrumming under his skin as his heart and cock ache for you.

He feels your breath right next to his ear as you whisper, “How long do you think I would have to keep you like this until your senses fully adjusted?” 

You nip at his earlobe and his eyes roll back behind the blindfold, a long drawn out whine. It's torture, not being able to see but feeling and hearing everything. He needs stimulation, the heat in his stomach bordering on pain once more, but he stays put, trusting that you’ll take care of him. 

Jason squirms as he feels your hands on his wrists, guiding his arms up above his head, “You're going to keep your hands up here for me.” He nods his head fast, as if the faster he responds, the faster you will go, “And, you are going to explain to me everything you feel.”

“Yes,” he pants. He keeps trying to open his eyes to realise again that they are covered, not closed, “I will, just please help me.”

He feels your hands running down his body and he whines and bucks his hips when you reach his cock. He feels your fingers spreading his pre-come over his tip before rolling your hand over the head and down his length.

“Tell me what you feel,” you touch him gently.

“You,” he manages to grit out a monosyllabic reply in his lusted haze.

“What exactly about me?” you coo.

“Your hand!” he gasps as you twist your hand around him heavenly.

“C’mon now, don’t be shy.”

“Your hand on my cock,” he groans, ”the other running down my chest.” 

“Very good, Jason,” you say his name so sweetly and his heart hammers at the praise. He craves the ability to surge up, claim your mouth and kiss you silly. 

He’ll take everything you give him though, like your sweet voice asking, “What do you hear?”

”Before, I could hear how fast your heart was racing for me when I was eating you out, I was able to tell what you liked best based on how it sped up when I tried different things.” His hands twitch as he longs to touch you, “Now, I can hear you breathing, the little sounds you are holding back building in your throat, and I can tell you are biting your lip because I can hear the skin of your bottom lip being pulled back by your teeth,” Words spill out of his mouth, talking before he can even process what he is actually saying.

You are silent for a moment and he fears he’s said something wrong, but it’s unlikely given the way your hand still strokes up and down along his cock at a steady speed. 

“And smell?” you prompt. 

“Your body wash and, ahhh! your cum, I can smell it still on my face. Please, I need more, I'll give you everything.”

He moans as soft wet kisses grace his neck.

“What about taste, my darling?” before he can respond you hum in thought, “Let me help you with that one.”

He feels you lift your weight off his thighs, a wet noise following before you plant yourself back down. A soft finger touches his bottom lip, “Open.” And he does, without hesitation, which should concern him, givin with how much power you seem to have over him, but he’s distracted from this train of thought by two fingers slipping into his mouth. Upon closing his mouth he can taste your cum from earlier and the fresh arousal that is covering your fingers. He moans, sucking down on your fingers as if he could find more, swirling his tongue around your digits eagerly while you fasten the speed at which you pump your hand over his cock.

You remove your fingers and he sobs. Jason becomes an incoherent mess, “it's-hhhh-oh, fuck, I don't-i don't, i’m almost hhhgh, i'm-ah!"

He feels a hand close around his neck and he shakes. Your fingers tighten, not in the right place to block airflow, but where your grasp restricts the blood flow to his brain. He feels dizzy and so close, your hand on his length doubling your efforts as he cries out endearments. It feels incredible, to let you take control of him like this, to hold his life in your hands, without ever fearing for his safety. 

When you let go of his throat after only a few seconds, he gasps and shouts your name, his orgasm shooting through him like a bullet, shooting ropes into your hand.

He’s ruined, taken apart by you. The beginning of an addiction itching into his soul. 

Jason pants as he feels the fabric leaving his face, “I thought the plan was to make sure I didn’t die. Sweetheart, you might just kill me if you keep this up.”

He finally opens his eyes and is met with a stunning sight. Your body is flush and your hand raises to your mouth to lick your fingers clean of his release.

He thinks he might just cum again just from the sight.

Jason goes to sit back up but stops short as you push him back down. He could easily resist you but he finds himself devastatingly pliant under your hands.

His chest moves your hands up and down as he takes deep breaths. His eyes are locked on your molten gaze, staring down at him like you would a work of art.

You run your hands up and down his chest, he shivers at the feeling of your nails scraping across his pectorals. 

You lean closer to him, “I’m not done yet, gorgeous, I just thought you deserved your sight back.”

Oh god, he is elated that you gave him his vision back. You perch above him like an angel, one he will gladly fall to his knees before and plead for guidance. 

“Do you need a moment, Jason?” His name drips from your lips, smooth and rich.

His entire being argues, his mind is screaming for semblance as he slowly puts his thoughts back into place, but his body yearns for you, for everything you are willing to give him.

“No, I’m good. I’m so, so good,” he replies.

“Yes, you are. You are so good for me.”

Jason groans at your sweet praises.

Your hand runs up into his hair, “Do you think you can give me another one?”

It shouldn't be possible but he knows he can do it for you, you'll help him. All he can do in way of a reply is nod.

“Good.” You tighten your fingers in his hair so he can't look away. He wasn't planning on it. “I loved hearing you talk about everything you were feeling. How about this time, you listen to me?”

“Please, please tell me what to do,” his hands still rest above his head.

“You’ve been so good for me. You can choose a new place to put your hands, but once you choose, your hands stay there.”

Jason contemplates this, fingers twitching while he thinks of all the places he wants to touch you, before bringing his hands to rest on your waist.

“Good choice,” you say. Your hand unoccupied with his hair comes to rest on top of one of his. “Here’s what we are going to do. I’m going to make you feel good, but every time you move without being told to, I stop. Understand?”

Fuckkk. He never would have thought he wanted to be ordered around in bed. He doesn’t know if this is just his pollen addled brain or some secret desire he’s just unlocked, but his cock is dripping at the thought. “Yes, I understand.”

“Very good,” you smile at him. Your hand leaves his and touches his length once more. He moans at the contact, even though it hadn’t been long since your hand was on him, it sends sparks through him as you wrap your hand around him.

His senses amplify the sound of you gathering saliva in your mouth. You hold his length still and tilt your head down slightly. He watches as you push the saliva out of your mouth and let it dribble out of your mouth gently and drip down onto his cock.

His heart stutters and he groans at the obscene sight and the feeling of the glob of your spit landing on the head of his cock.

It’s almost too much, his cock aches, and if he didn’t respect you so much he would have stopped this teasing, flipped you over and fucked you the way he’s been dreaming of.

Instead he hangs off your instructions, desperate for your praise.

Your hand takes your spit and circles it around his sensitive tip before pushing down and around. 

“You’re so gorgeous” he wines.

“Such a sweet talker.” You lean down and begin to cover his neck in kisses, his fingers tighten their grip on you as you bite and suck at his neck. You soothe his skin with your tongue and move onto a different spot to mark him again and again as you move your hand at a leisurely pace.

He’s going to have marks across his neck after this and he couldn’t be happier. Your hand leaves his hair and travels down his chest to his hardened nipple. You flick it gently and he wines, he’s never paid much attention to his nipples before but his heightened sensitivity has him ecstatic at your exploration. 

Your fingers gently rub at his nipples, alternating sides as you suck hard at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

Jason has never been so obedient in his adult life. Every day it’s always his call, always his judgment now. Every decision that falls heavily on his shoulders melts away under your touch.

Jason’s sentences fall short of coherence, “I think, I really, ahh!”

“Shhh, you’ve worked so hard, I'm taking care of you now,” you sweetly kiss over all the deep red marks on the side of his neck and then adjust yourself to attack the other side.

He moans your name, unable to think of much else.

Your hand returns to his hair, giving it a satisfying pull. You look so beautiful above him like this. He moves one hand up to cup your breast, not realising what he's done until your hand on his cock stills.

His brain screams for a moment at the halt, asking why you would stop until the more sensible part of his mind supplies his answer. You move without being told to, I stop. 

Fuck. He puts his hand back on your waist and pants, “Never have been the best at following orders.”

You smile down at him. “I know,” you say. He whines when you remove your hand completely. Before he can voice a complaint or maybe an apology, your mouth lowers to take one of his nipples into your mouth while your hand simultaneously tugs harshly on his hair. 

Jason cries out as your hand that has abandoned his cock slides up to his free nipple and swirls patterns around it while you suck on the other.

He’d be embarrassed by the sounds he’s making if it didn’t feel so good. He yelps when you bite down on the sensitive bud and his cock twitches in interest. So much stimulation and you aren’t even touching below his ribs.

“Look at you, so responsive,” You say as you swap sides, “Your body is just begging for my touch. I wonder if I could get you to come untouched.”

He jolts. God, you’re all-consuming. His cock dribbles just at the thought and he's certain you could coax him to finish with your voice alone.

After you’ve deemed it has been enough time you withdraw. “Let’s try this again, hmm?” you ask.

“Please,” he replies desperately, hands sat at your waist.

Your hand wraps around his length once more and he shudders. His eyes roll back as you move your hand up and down over him at a steady pace.

The heat in his gut builds and he opens his eyes to look up at you. Mesmerising. You’re truly the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The pressure of your hand around him is bliss and he bucks his hips up to chase the friction of your hands as he draws near.

And you still.

Jason’s hips fall back to the couch as his high falls away, leaving him panting and shaking. “Shit, I didn’t mean to.”

“Mhm,” this time you don’t take your hand away, you simply smile down sweetly at him before starting to move your hand again, slowly building him back up.

Jason thinks, of course you knew this would be an almost impossible challenge, you designed it to be that way. There’s no way for him to win or lose, you control the outcome completely. 

Your lips press on the angry red marks you have left on his neck and Jason’s body burns with need. You pump him faster and he moans your name, feeling his release approaching. He’s not in control when his hands slide down from your waist to your hips. 

A small movement, but enough that you twist your hand around him once more before stilling. He howls, he’s so close he almost fell over the precipice but instead his denied release recedes like a punch to the gut. 

“Control yourself,” you say and an electric thrill travels up his spine at your words. He cries out as you twist your hand back around him again before he can even formulate a response.

It’s as if you are trying to make him go crazy with ecstasy, and it might be working considering how his mind can only focus on your touch despite having all his other senses. 

“Don’t come until I tell you,” you command and he keens. 

Jason refrains himself from nodding just in time, only showing the slight beginnings of movement that he desperately hopes you didn’t see. Your quirked brow tells him you caught it and he braces for you to stop, already mourning the loss of his growing pleasure.

Instead you raise your free hand and push away stray hair sticking to his forehead, “I saw that, you were so close to nodding, weren’t you? but you remembered.” You press a kiss to his jaw and whisper, “Very good, Jason.”

He almost finishes from the flash of pleasure that your praise  engulfs him in. He moans loudly, thankful his head is already against the pillows so he doesn’t throw it back.

Before he had said that everything felt intense but not overstimulating, and it seems you took that as a challenge. Every muscle in him strains with effort not to move. His vision blurs completely, feeling as if the crashing waves of sparking sensation throughout his body have entered even into his brain.

He’s so close, just a little more is all he needs, ready to plead for mercy.

“Please, please, please…”

You stop and he almost screams, his orgasm pooling just below the surface, seconds away from salvation. He desperately tries to regulate his breathing as he registers the culprit of your denial: his back arching off the couch involuntarily.

“No!” he shouts in frustration, tears welling in his eyes. “I can’t, please, I'm trying so hard.”

You run your fingers through his hair, your nails scratching at his scalp soothingly, a sharp juxtaposition to your hand moving on his cock once more. 

His fingers clench and unclench against your waist, struggling to focus on being good and not moving. A small line of drool leaves the corner of his mouth. This time you bring him to the brink again and he begs.

“I can’t, god, p-pleasepleaseplease…” every nerve of his body is alight, lightning dancing from one cell to another as his whole body begins to shake. “Please, oh fuck, please can I come?!”

You pull at his hair sharply, pulling his pleasure fogged gaze to meet your eyes before you say, “Yes my darling, come for me.”

The order sings through him and the spring that has been coiling tight releases and he comes hard, harder than he ever has before. He scrambles for purchase on you, his release shooting out all over both your stomachs as he screams your name.

His body is twitching all over as you work him through the aftershocks, hand still pumping him as you press sweet kisses along his collarbone, murmuring sweet praises of, “So good for me,” and “You are perfect, darling.”

He doesn’t know what he did to deserve this, but it certainly wasn’t enough.

All he can do is breathe, barely, while his brain reboots after his earth-shattering release.

Jason doesn’t know how long he has been floating in pure bliss when his brain can finally comprehend his surroundings. Your hand gently moves through his hair while the other wipes away his mess from you both with his discarded shirt.

He meets your eyes through fluttering lashes.

“Are you okay?” you ask softly.

“Yes, god yes,” he replies.

You smile, “I thought I short-circuited you for a second.”

“Almost, that was just,” he takes a deep breath, “intense.”

“Good intense?”

“Incredible,” he’s star struck, to say the least.

“I’m so glad, I was worried I took it too far,” you admit.

“Sweetheart, you are a genius, I have never felt so good in my life. I’m the happiest man alive right now.” He reaches up for you and you gladly come down to his level, letting him bury his face in your neck while he comes to his senses. He pulls you all the way down on top of him, arms wrapping around you while he untangles his clouded brain. 

—

As Jason drifts in a liminal state of awake and asleep, his blissed out mind brings forth another moment of your care, although this one was entirely non-sexual.

You had a couple days off so you had been dragged along on a stakeout. The rest of the group moved in while Jason stayed behind with you to keep watch and prepare to act as reinforcement if called upon.

Usually he hated being the one to stay behind, but when it was with you, it was a lot more bearable.

That was until he heard voices coming from the roof. You startled as he grabbed your arm and pulled you across the room, clearly not expecting the motion.

The windows shattered as figures rappelled into the room just as Jason swung the fire exit door open. They opened fire on you two and Jason slammed the door shut but not without a sharp electronic hiss.

He looked down to see his grapple gun sparking. Fuck.

Jason pulled you down the stairs as fast as possible, there was nothing to barricade the door with and he could hear the hunters nearing. He didn't know how many of them there were, all he knew was that he couldn’t have you in danger.

There were over 20 stories to descend and the hunters were fast approaching. He stopped and looked over the railing. He had a plan, a stupid, idiotic plan. 

It wasn’t a lethal drop, but certainly not a harmless one.

He made his choice, he heard the fire door slam open and before they could begin fire again he pulled you close to his body and lept off in full view of your attackers. He pulled you close to his chest as you screamed, arms wrapped tightly around you to shield you from the majority of the impact, making sure you would land on top of him,

A sharp pain burst through his leg as he smashed into the floor and landed on it, he shouts and hears a similar noise from you seconds later. 

He managed to take the brunt of the impact as you landed mostly on top of him once you both hit the ground, 

He willed his head to stop spinning and once his vision cleared he moved his head and surveyed the area. There was a corridor leading into a turn, one door left ajar, and a closed door marked ‘exit’.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to open the exit door, it looked fully concrete and it might be locked. Even he wouldn’t be able to smash through in this state. 

Jason knew you couldn’t retreat down the hallway, there was no clue as to where it led and how much space it would put between you and the hunters.

He bit his tongue as he pushed through extreme searing pain and rolled you both into the open room. He kept you pinned against him and whispered a sharp, “Stay down.”

You nodded, clearly struggling to catch your breath but at least you had the strength to reach out and slowly close the door.

The wait was agonising as he prayed, something he had never done before - that your adversaries wouldn’t pursue them under the belief that they didn’t survive the fall, or weren’t worth the effort.

He heard retreating footsteps and sighed in relief, his solace was momentary as pain burnt though his knee. Once he was able to focus again, he assessed the room. 

Shelves rounded you both on each side. Most empty, some with old boxes probably filled with meaningless abandoned crap.

He quickly realised that even once you separated, there still wouldn’t be much space between you two in this small maintenance closet. Maybe a third person could fit in here laying down if Jason wasn’t the size that he is.

You whispered his name in a questioning voice and he released his rigid grasp on you, “We’re safe, it’s okay.”

You sighed in relief and pushed yourself up, a pained gasp pulled from your mouth as your right hand buckled under your weight. Jason quickly caught you and held you up before you could fall back against his chest. 

You leant up and ran a hand up the door until you found the handle and clicked the lock shut. You got off him and started riffling through your pack. The only light in the room seeped under the doorway. 

Jason tried the comm in his helmet but it only emitted a static garble before he turned it off. Both of you knew what it meant, the comms were jammed.

Jason groan, both in pain and exhaustion, “We have got to stop bringing you on these things.”

He heard you chuckle followed by a crack, then light illuminated the room, he saw your emergency light in your hand and watched as you set the small canister on a shelf. He pulled his helmet off and placed it off to the side.

The first thing that registered was the striking pain in his left knee, he pulled himself up with a sit up, careful to use his core and not his leg to move. His attention was caught on the way his knee plate jutted out to the side in an unnatural fashion.

You turned your gaze there and let out a curse. Without asking, though he would have let you either way and he suspected you knew that, you quickly unclipped the armour piece to reveal his knee in a position it was certainly not meant to be in.

“It’s dislocated, badly, but you’re extremely lucky it’s not broken after a fall like that” you said. You turned straight back to your bag to retrieve your items when your left hand flew back to your chest with a shout. 

“You're hurt, what’s wrong?” Jason reaches for you before thinking better of it.

You examined your hand before revealing your diagnosis, “I’ve sprained a ligament in my hand, nothing serious.”

“Nothing serious, my ass,” he fixed you with a stern glare. “Treat it how you would treat any of us, do it first before you make it worse by treating me.”

You huffed but complied, he knew you well enough to know you would usually debate him but right now you wanted to act fast. Arguing with him would take too much time due to his stubborn nature, probably even more time than just tending to yourself first.

Jason’s groans punched out of him. He curled his fingers against nothing and dug his gloved fingers into his palms.

He observed as you pulled items from your pack, managing to do it primarily with your right hand. 

You grabbed an elastic bandage and wrapped it tight around your hand, compressing your injury. He watched as you pulled your arm into a sling, your hand pressed to your shoulder blade.

You took a deep breath then grabbed for a packet of painkillers, choosing one with enough strength to help but not enough to sedate him or make him incoherent. You handed the two pills over to Jason and he swallowed them with ease,

You placed your free hand on his knee and he yelped. You shot him an apologetic look. His knee was out of place and swollen.

“Jason.”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry, but I'm not going to be able to set this with only one hand. You’re going to have to help me.”

“I don’t know how to do that.”

“I’ll talk you through it, it’s okay.”

He breathed deeply, this is going to hurt like hell.

You brought his hands to the sides of his knee, your hand splayed atop of one of his. “I'll help you, okay?

“I don’t think I can do this.”

“You have to. A dislocation like this could disrupt your blood flow, resulting in ischemia and then necrosis.”

He looked at you with furrowed brows. Usually he found it endearing when you got so lost in your scientific passion that you forgot they don’t all understand your medical jargon. Right now though, he’d really like to understand what you meant. 

You caught his confusion and explained further, “Without blood flow to your leg, the tissue may not get enough blood and could die off. Gangrene. It could cause permanent damage if left untreated.”

Gangrene. Fantastic.

Jason steeled his nerves, “Fuck. Okay, help me do this.”

You nodded and steadied yourself next to him. “You’ve got this. On my count, straighten your leg and push in on the sides of your knee. I’ll guide your hand,” you instructed.

He breathed deeply and nodded. 

“Ready?” you asked.

“Yes,” he replied.

You counted down from there and on one you pushed against his hand, he followed your orders and pushed down and inwards. His scream echoed in the room, drowning out the pop of his knee returning to its rightful position.

He gasped for breath as tears welled in his eyes. He felt your hand on his shoulder, sweet words close to his face.

“You did so good. That was perfect.”

Perfect… his mind latched onto the word while he squeezed his eyes shut as the agonising blaze simmered down to a manageable pain.

He felt as your hand rubbed his shoulder, moving closer to his collarbone and then neck, “Breathe, breathe for me, Jason.”

He copied the breathing pattern you were loudly showcasing for him until he could open his eyes once more.

You looked at him, “I knew you could do it.” Your eyes were kind and genuine, soothing him.

He managed to force out a sentence at last, “At least I know how to set a dislocation now.”

You pointed an accusatory finger at him,“Do not ever set a dislocation alone unless absolutely necessary. Only if you can’t wait for me or Alfred.”

Jason held up his hands in surrender, “Alright, alright.”

You smiled at last. Soft and weighed by stress, but a smile nonetheless.

You grabbed more bandage and began to wrap his knee as gently as possible. “What you can do is this.” You pulled the wrapping tight and Jason groaned. “For almost any injury. you want to rest, ice it, compress it and keep it elevated. Preferably above your heart, it helps to reduce swelling by letting gravity drain unwanted fluid away from the injury. That's why my hand is in a sling above my heart.”

Jason nodded as the painkillers an finally kicked in. Relief washed over him.

“You can remember it as ‘RICE’,” you said.

“Cute.” Both the acronym and you.

Jason stared at the blood across your face, he finally had the time to assess you. You had cuts and grazes across your face, namely one on your forehead and one particularly bad gash across your left cheek, you must have fallen hard against his armour.

Jason reached out and wiped some of the blood from under the gash on your cheek. You looked at his finger when he withdrew it and noticed the crimson liquid.

“Oh,” you said. “I didn't realise. Adrenaline and such.”

“Do you have something to treat it?”

“Yes, hang on.”

You pulled out a tub of ointment and alcohol wipes. You quickly cleaned your face of blood using the wipes. Jason then watched you struggle to open the tub with one hand. He took it from you and opened it with ease.

“I loosened it for you,” you said.

“Oh, I'm sure,” he smirked and watched as you playfully rolled your eyes.

Instead of giving the tub back to you, Jason gathered some ointment on two fingers and brought it to your face. He gently spread it over the large gash on your face and you gasped.

“Jason, I am perfectly capable of applying that myself,” you said softly, as if despite your protesting, you might scare him away.

“Maybe, but I'd like to do it if you don’t mind. To make sure you don’t miss anything.”

You bit your lip for a moment then nodded.

Oh how he’d love for it to be his teeth pulling at your lips instead, he mused.

An alarming thought that he banished with lightning speed. He chalked it up to adrenaline and maybe delirium.

He became absorbed as he delicately applied the cream to your cuts and grazes, his other hand drifted to your knee subconsciously and rubbed soothing circles into it as you hissed every now and again. 

It was soft and intimate. Nothing else but you, your eyes locked on his face as he carefully covered every spot he could find.

Touch so gentle it could almost be described as reverential. He took his time to apply the cream to every spot, drawing out every moment that he got to touch the soft skin of your face.

He was just about to pull his hand back when he registered what he was doing but you leant forward closer to him. He froze.

You stared at him and hummed.

“What? What’s wrong?” His voice sounded so loud in such tight confines.

He watched as you pulled back, shook your head slightly and averted your gaze, “Oh, sorry, it’s nothing.”

“Clearly not.”

“I’ve just never noticed you have heterochromia before,” You looked back at him. 

“Isn’t that when your eyes are different colours from each other?” Jason raised a brow, “Last I checked I didn’t.”

You laughed, more of an exhale really, "That's complete heterochromia. You have sectoral heterochromia.”

You leaned in again and brought your uninjured hand up to lightly pass over the skin around his eye, your finger starting at the outer corner and making its way over and across before stopping mid way under his brow bone. “Your left eye has a wedge of green in it, while the rest of this eye and the right one are both blue.”

You seemed to realise how close you were to him - any further forward and you’d practically be in his lap - and leaned away, “I’m sorry, that was so beyond intrusive.” You tried to shuffle as far away as you could, but in the tight space some part of you, your legs, arms or thighs, still touched no matter what way you arranged yourself. “I know you don’t like being touched, but there’s not much I can do right now.”

“It’s okay when it’s you,” Jason said quietly.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“I mean, that’s good then, I guess,” you put the tub back in your pack then turned your full attention back to him.

Jason coughed and looked away. “So how is my leg meant to be elevated above my heart, it’s not like I can lift it like your hand,” he diverted the topic.

You let out a short laugh, “Lay back.”

He did as he was told, and you pulled your pack over and prompted him to rest his leg on top of it.

“Seems kind of obvious now,” Jason said sheepishly,

The sound of your giggle was sweet and soothed his aching knee and heart. You slid your hand to the back of his neck and coaxed him to lift his head from the cold floor.

He complied and to his surprise you stretched your legs out under his head, dropping his head back down, now using your thigh as a makeshift pillow.

“How are you feeling?” you looked down at him.

Loved… is not the reply he audibly gave, instead h what came out was, “Much better.”

“Good,” your hand pushed back the strand of hair that fell in his face before you looked back to the low entry. “I’m astounded that you managed to get us in here.”

Jason analysed the way in for himself, “It wasn’t that tight of a fit, or hard to spot.”

“No, I mean that you usually can’t walk on dislocated knees, it’s too painful and unstable, let alone roll both of us over and crawl into here, all the while supporting me.”

“I just needed you safe, that’s all I could focus on.”

Your eyes snapped back to his face and he realised the connotations of his statement when he met your wide eyes. 

“Keeping you safe so you could treat us. Obviously we need to keep the doctor safe if you want to have any chance of surviving, y’know.” Nice save asshole. Though his earlier statement was true, despite the unfathomable pain in the moment he could only think of making sure you were okay.

“The doctor,” you said softly, looking sad before you shook your head. “Either way, it’s very impressive.”

He looked away from your intense gaze, “Like you said, adrenaline and such.”

You hummed and pressed that back of your free hand against your forehead daintily, “My hero,” you dramatically swooned, a mischievous sparkle was in your eyes, along with something else he couldn’t quite name.

He huffed a short laugh, afraid that if he opened his mouth something stupid would come out, something about being your personal bodyguard all the time if you’d let him.

You sighed dejectedly, “How are we getting out of this one.”

Jason hummed, “Do you still have that dart gun on you?”

You pulled it out of your thigh holster, “Yeah of course.”

He took it from your hand and fiddled around with the object. It isn’t long before he finds what he wants, a small catch in the metal that he flicks open to reveal a little bat shaped button and a red light. “Damian can track this, we’ll be fine.”

You took the dart gun back from him and stared at it, “Damian put a tracker on me?”

Jason huffed, “I would have done the same.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and he smiled lazily. His eyes began to droop as your hand played with his hair. His eyes closed, head in your lap and all other sounds but your heart and breathing were too distant to have him worried.

“Jason, you have to stay awake,” you nudged his head so he’d open his eyes.

“That's kind of hard when i’m laying down in a quiet low lit space,” and you are gently soothing all my stress away, he thought.

“Talk to me then.”

“Huh?”

“Keep your mind awake. Talk to me about anything at all. Tell me a story about missions before I’ve known you. Or, stories from when I have been here but out of ear. Any secrets you’ve been keeping that you’d like to share now?”

He does have one big fat secret he’s been keeping from you. In an effort not to confess all his wrongs to you, he blurted something out and surprised himself. 

What came out of his mouth wasn’t a story or secret at all, “I’ve always wondered how you do all that rehabilitation stuff at the shelter.”

You tilted your head, “Like what?”

“The dogs who are violent, I've watched you sit near them and slowly inch closer and closer over hours. I don’t know how you do it. Aren’t you afraid?”

“Not really,” you shook your head, “It’s a risk, but only if you make them feel unsafe. If you don’t push their boundaries they won’t attack you.”

“How do you make them know you aren’t a threat?” Jason asked.

“You don’t, they have to decide that for themselves. A hand is still a hand, if they’ve only ever experienced violence, they don’t know the palm outstretched for a pat could mean anything other than a threat,” you slowly twirled a lock of his hair around your finger.

“Surely some dogs are too bad, and aren’t worth the effort.” Jason wondered if you two were still talking about dogs. If you thought otherwise, you weren’t doing anything to show it.

You smiled sadly, “There’s no such thing as a bad dog, only bad owners. They’re a product of their treatment, it’s not their fault.”

Unending kindness and patience. That’s who you are. It’s something he could never be. You’re the type of person who sits with broken animals while they snarl and whimper until they slowly come closer.

He’s the dog that bites someone and gets put down.

He sees the irony of it, how you did the exact same thing with him. He started off standoffish, avoidant and rude, but now he’ll walk you hom from the shelter or work under the guise of him ‘being in the neighbourhood’ while you both know you’re just past the outskirts of the Red Hood’s territory. You never say anything.

He’s a mutt, rabid and aggressive. Maw stained red from his kills. You gave him food and a warm place to sleep and he imprinted on you like a feral beast receiving its first loving touch.

“You always take such good care of us, even outside of your medical responsibilities. Thanks for always caring for us,” He needed to drive the point home,

Jason watched your gaze melt into something gentle.

He continued, ”Thanks for always taking care of me.”

A blush rose to your cheeks, a soft dusting of pink across your face created a beautiful portrait as you looked down at him, fingers dancing across his scalp.

You were quiet for a moment, simply lost in the magnetic pull of each other’s eyes.

“You’re welcome, Jason,” you said at last, not joking or deflecting. Pure and heartfelt.

Jason relished in the peace. Despite the flaring pain in his leg and the less than ideal circumstances, it was wonderful to be sharing such an exclusive moment with you.

“I think we need to cut your hair again, I'm feeling a lot of split ends here,” You teased him, but serious in your suggestion.

“I do n—“

The comm from his helmet crackled to life, Tim’s voice coming through, “Red Hood, Doc, Can you read me?”

Jason sighed in relief, “We’re here, Red Robin.”

Steph let out a cheer, before Cass’s voice arose “Are you okay? Where are you?”

“We both sustained some injuries but Doc patched us up” Jason said, before you pulled out your own comm.

“Jason dislocated his knee, I've reset it but he won’t be able to walk on it until I can properly care for it aboard the ship. We will need someone to help him walk.”

“Can do!” Dick’s voice boomed through the speakers.

“We have been tracking you and we will be converging on your location soon,” Damian said, and the comm fell silent.

Jason sighed, “Finally.”

“Oh hush, it wasn’t even that long,” you scolded. “You take care of me too, y’know?”

“It’s not exactly the same. It’s my job to make sure civilians don’t get attacked,” Jason looked away.

You hummed, “That’s not what I’m talking about, though. It’s not your job to check up on me. It’s definitely not your job to warn me at the hospital that there’s been a breakout from Arkham so we could prepare and not get caught off guard by the flood of emergencies.”

“I seem to recall you threatening to kill me over that one,” Jason smirked.

“Yes, well I thought I was getting kidnapped. That tends to happen when a 6ft brick shithouse grabs you from behind,   covers your mouth and pulls you into a secluded room,” you replied with a deadpan expression.

“I didn’t want you to scream, I didn’t think you’d be so startled though,” Jason groaned.

“I was 10 hours into a 12 hour shift!”

“Yeah, that was a sore miscalculation on my part.”

You chuckled and he huffed, lips upturned.

“You know, that’s the first time I realised you didn’t smell like cigarettes anymore,” You said gently.

Jason shrugged, “Yeah well im trying this new thing where I don’t actively throw my life away.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Okay well, outside of vigilantism. I even ate a vegetable the other day,” He spoke like it was a great achievement.

“Well I'm very proud,” sarcasm dripped from your voice.

”I thought you were supposed to have good bedside manner.”

“You’re not on a bed.”

Jason laughed, and you looked down at him fondly.

Jason cleared his throat, “I’m glad that I figured out it was the cigarette smell that was making you avoid me. I was worried you were scared at me.”

“You know I'm not scared of many things in Gotham anymore,” You laughed softly. 

“I’m sure the Red Hood could have been one of the exceptions.”

“Unfortunately for you, he’s not.”

Jason scoffed, “Yeah pretty fucking unfortunate for me that one time I came to try and talk to you and I was greeted by a goddamn wall of fire.”

“You climbed up my fire escape and came in through my window!” You defended.

“Who the hell uses a lighter and deodorant to make a fucking flamethrower! As their first thought of self defence!” Jason threw his hands up, “What if I wasn't wearing my helmet?”

“Then you should have fucking knocked!” you shot back.

You both dissolved into laughter despite the stupid situation, the one then and now.

It wasn’t too bad of a predicament to be in with him, but you were still thankful that it wasn’t too long after that Damian, Steph, and Dick arrived.

—

You’re cuddling, there’s really no other way to put it. 

Jason’s breath raises you up and down where you lay on his chest. Up and down with every inhale and exhale.

You close your eyes and imagine things were different, the same position but different circumstances that lead you here. 

A sweet image that your mind clings to as the warmth in your stomach slowly becomes too much to ignore. A throbbing in your core that you've been ignoring in favour of taking care of Jason, making itself known once more. 

Is it too far to fuck him? It certainly feels like the logical progression if his last release didn’t finally satiate him.

The twitch of his hard length pressed against your stomach answers that question for you.

Helping coax him to completion with your mouth and hands is one thing, but to have him inside you, the thought sends a thrilling shiver throughout your body, thighs clenching around nothing. 

Feverish dread at the idea of going too far is quickly soothed by strong arms tightening around you, before guilt can pull you under.

Jason’s deep breaths fan over your neck where his head rests, his hands starting to wander up and down gently caressing you.

Gnawing at your mind is a craving for his hands to travel to your hips, lift you up, and guide you down onto his dick.

The rumble of Jason’s chest when he speaks only adds to your growing ache, “Your heart is speeding up.”

“I’m thinking.”

“Care to clue me in?” His words are still slightly breathless.

You hum before pushing yourself up to face him, bracing your arms against his chest, “I'm thinking about how much I want to ride you.”

Jason’s eyes practically pop out of his skull, his hands move down to tightly grip your waist, ”Fucking hell.” 

He’s practically salivating, “Shit, sweetheart, what a lovely idea,” his eyes are scorching. “I’d be more than happy to make that a reality.” 

He’s surprisingly smooth for a man so worked up, but his solid cock beneath you betrays his desperation. You can feel a small patch of wetness against your stomach, it takes you a moment to realise what it could be since you’ve just cleaned the both of you up. Jason’s cock is already dripping pre-cum again, just from being trapped between the two of you. You’re not even sure if he’s aware it’s happening.

“Well I certainly can’t refuse such a polite offer,” You say, feeling him start to grind against you.

“You have no idea how crazy you drive me,” Jason replies.

“Show me.”

You sit up and he groans. Jason reaches up, hands landing on your cheeks before he starts to slowly move his touch down your neck, chest, and stomach, mapping your skin. 

His hands reach your waist again, lifting you up to help guide you down. But instead of his cock pushing into you, a single finger slides into you.

“Ohhh,” you moan as his finger reaches deeper knuckle by knuckle. He’s met with little resistance so he pushes another in and moves his fingers in a scissoring motion, stretching you out. 

“Jason, trust me, I'm ready after all you’ve done.”

“Maybe I just want to feel you,” he says with a small smirk before beginning to move his fingers in and out of you. 

You clench around his digits as he works you open, moaning when he slips a third finger in. 

Your hands grasp at his shoulder as his unoccupied hand reaches up to play with your tit, circling your nipple. The combination makes you light headed.

“You’re gorgeous,” Jason says, curling his fingers inside of you. You jolt when he finds the spot inside of you that has you gasping for breath, moaning unabashedly.

“I’m ready, please, I want you in me.”

Jason groans at your words, “You’re so perfect and I'm so fucking lucky.”

—

Jason would love to tease you more but fuck he’s desperate, the heat ramping up again. He pulls his fingers out of you and delights at your wine from the sudden emptiness. 

His hands come to your hips once more to help lift you up and guide you. He lines himself up and slowly pushes into you, just past the head of his cock.

You groan as Jason steadily pulls you down until you are seated on his lap, moaning as your warm cunt envelopes him. 

You moan delightfully, gasping as his cock stretches you. You clench tight around him and it’s ecstasy. 

“Fuck, you’re so big,” You say and throw your head back, and he would be lying if he said your words didn’t stroke his ego. 

He gives you time to adjust to his length, focusing on not immediately coming at the wonderful heat around him, clenching down on him as your muscles flex at the intrusion. 

Your head moves to look down into his eyes again and you whine, “Move, please.”

How could he deny you when you ask so nicely? He lifts you up by your hips and slowly pulls you back down and a synchronised gasp leaves you both.

His attention is divided between your gorgeous expressions and where his cock is buried inside of you,

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It's truly distracting,” he says, pushing up further into you.

Seemingly impatient with his slow pace, you take control over your movements, you press your hands against his chest for stability and start bouncing yourself on his length.

Jason moans loudly, the sight and feeling causing his heart to beat out of control. You lift yourself up before sinking down on him, barely reaching the base of his cock before you push yourself back up and drop again. 

He watches you in awe, feeling every ripple of movement as you tense and flex around him.

He can’t control the way words tumble from him, “You have no clue how badly i’ve wanted to fuck you. How I have pictured every position that I want to have you in explicit detail.

You’re a gasping mess above him as you reply, “Make me yours, Jason”

Fuck, you are a dream come true. He meets your pace with a thrust of his hips causing you to moan in delight.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Everything in me is screaming to take you. Every time you clench around me, some sick little voice tells me that now that I've started, I won't be able to stop,” his words are cut off with a groan as you quicken your pace, tits bouncing as you ride him. “It’s foul, i’d never hurt you in anyway, never do anything you didn’t want, but some spaced  part of my mind is telling me to flip you over, pin you to the couch, and fuck you until you are ruined.”

Your gaze is locked on his, your mouth hanging open which could be a result of pleasure or shock at his words. He gives a hard thrust and you cry out, “Oh shit! Do that again.”

He helps you ride him as your legs threaten to give out. Pushing up into you as you grind down.

“You’re a fantasy that plagues me. Your arms and legs around me, your mouth screaming my name. I need too much of you, it’s overpowering,” He’s panting hard, tension building in his core, above him you don’t seem to be doing much better. “A lifetime of nights spent with you wouldn’t be enough.”

You keen, arching your back as Jason leans you forward. You cry out at the new position and Jason knows he’s found the spot that will push you over the edge. With his target located he thrusts harder. 

Your legs are shaking and your walls flutter around his cock. You chant his name like a prayer, a sound that will take up a permanent space in his mind.

A shattering moan leaves you as you contract around him, eyelashes fluttering as you cum.

His heavy cock throbs against your walls as if to rewrite your pulse. You are dripping on his length, sopping, warm, and tight.

He quickly pulls out and his release splatters across your torso, painting your tits with his cum as he moans feverishly.

His legs spasm as he comes down from his orgasm. You both pant, stilled as you catch your breath.

Jason admires the beautiful image in front of him. You, sitting on his lap looking down at him while his cum decorates your chest.

He searches blindly, grabbing the nearest discarded clothing and wipes his cum off you before it can cause you any discomfort.

You watch him and chuckle, “If you wanted to mark me, all you had to do was ask,” you push hair out of your face, “Ask, and I'll let you do anything. Ruin me if you want.”

At that, Jason growls, “Up, now.”

He doesn’t wait for you to register, instead moving out from under you, scooping you into his arms as you squeal and walking you to your room.

—

You hardly have time to process what Jason is saying before you are lifted off of your ruined couch and into his arms as he walks down the hall.

You latch onto his broad shoulders and whine as his lips connect to the side of your neck, one hand under your ass while the other opens the door to your room.

Jason sucks a dark mark into your skin and you whine, “Fuck, you’re so much better than i’ve dreamed of.”

He stops dead in his tracks and your words register. Jason pulls his head back to look you in the eyes, “You’ve dreamt of this?” 

Red colours your face as you realise what you have admitted, before you can respond, Jason continues, “Sweetheart, if you’d’ve let me know I could’ve helped you blow off some steam after those long shifts of yours,” he smiles devilishly.

You attempt to hide your face away but Jason’s hand grasps your chin to keep your attention on him, “No need to be shy, I dream about you too.” Jason’s hand tightens where he holds your weight, “But if I had known you were thinking about me…”

His words trail off as he begins to walk again, but instead of going straight to your bed, he stops in front of the floor length mirror that stands at the side of your room. With as much grace as possible, he lowers you both to the floor and spins you so that you are kneeling in front of him, back to his chest, facing the mirror. 

Jason’s hands trace their way down your waist, eyes locked on yours in the reflection of the mirror, “Show me, let me see how you touch yourself when you are thinking of me.”

“Jason,” You whine, squirming under his intense gaze.

“Please, sweetheart,” his hands smooth down the outsides of your thighs then back up to your waist.

You breathe in deep pants, burning under his stare before you nod. Slowly, you trail your hand down your stomach to land at your clit, sighing as you press down and start drawing slow circles over it. 

Jason groans next to your ear at the sight as you begin to work yourself up. You hand leaves your bud to push your fingers through your folds, collecting your fresh arousal and cum from earlier, then bring your attention back to drawing patterns on your clit. 

You force yourself to make eye contact with Jason in the mirror, his eyes are wild and he looks like a man possessed. It’s a sight indeed, his fingers pressing hard indents in your skin as you are held flush against his chest as you touch yourself in front of him.  

You bring your other hand up to play with your nipples and let your hooded eyes fixate on Jason as you grind back slightly into him

The fingers at your waist tighten sharply and Jason moans your name. His eyes flit between yours and the sight of your fingers moving over your pussy, “Minx.”

“Jason,” you moan in reply.

“Fuck, tell me what you dream about, princess.”

You buck your hips, grinding your own hand, “I dream about riding your thighs,” you bring your other hand down now to push two fingers inside yourself and spread yourself open, “about you watching as I make a mess all over your armour.”

You lean back further into Jason’s chest, angling your hips out to give him a better view of your fingers pushing in and out of you, and in the process press against his hard cock at your back.

Jason ruts against you, groaning low at the show you’re giving him. This only lasts moments before he seemingly loses patience, grabbing your hands and speaking into your ear, “Need to be inside you again.”

“Take me to bed, Jay,” you say, steading yourself to be picked up again.

“No,” Jason firm reply surprises you, “I’m going to fuck you here in front of the mirror, that way you can see how pretty you are when you’re spreading your legs for me.”

Oh god.

“Fuck, Jason, yes,” you can’t help but squirm as he pulls you into his lap.

“Ready?” he asks, kissing behind your ear. You nod and he helps guide you down onto his cock.

Simultaneous moans fill your ears as Jason pulls you down around him. He’s mouthing at your neck, leaving gentle kisses then sharp bites, marking up your skin.

Your eyes flutter closed as you adjust to the intrusion, feeling as if he’s filling you further than before in this position. 

“Open your eyes, gorgeous,” Jason coos, and you listen. Looking into the mirror, you see yourself spread atop of Jason, stretching around his girth. You whine and give an experimental raise of your hips, sinking back down with a drawn out moan.

Your head rolls back onto Jason’s shoulder but he nudges your attention back up, “Watch, look how perfect you are.”

Once you regain your focus Jason begins to lift you up and guide you back down on his cock, gaining momentum as you both watch the reflection where the two of you connect.

You can see he’s fixed on it, staring unashamed at how his cock disappears into you, only to reappear and then swallow him down again. He’s snapping his hips up into you, setting a hard pace that jostles you atop of him.

“Just look at you, look how good you take me.”

“Jay!” you gasp at a particularly hard trust that brushes against that sweet spot inside you.

“Fuck, squeezing me so tight, darling,” Jason sucks another bite into your pulse point, ensuring that you’ll be wearing a necklace of bruises for days.

Your eyes flutter shut and you can’t help but be reduced to a panting, moaning mess letting out broken sounds as he hammers into you. 

Jason moves a hand down to play with your clit, “I can’t keep pretending that you don’t consume my whole being.”

You keen at his words, a familiar heat pooling in your abdomen as his fast thrusts hit that delicious spot and deft fingers play with your clit.

“Gonna, ah fuck, gonna fill you up, princess,” he rasps.

You cry out, electricity shooting through you as your orgasm ripples through you. Jason follows you with a deep groan, filling you with warm spurts of cum.

You sag against him, Jason supporting your full weight as you both breathe through the aftershocks. 

“So good, gorgeous,” Jason kisses your temple. “So good for me, sweetheart.”

You stay like that until he goes soft inside you. Well, soft is a strong statement, until he’s only half hard inside you.

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Jason pants heavily, feeling your warmth still surrounding him as he watches you in the mirror with his chin tucked over your shoulder.

He brings a hand up to your neck and lightly traces his fingers along all the bruises forming. He groans low and drawn out when he feels you tighten around him in response.

He pulls out of you and he guides you to stand. He barely has time to watch you stumble before he picks you up.

Jason crosses the room and lays you down on the bed, sitting between your legs. 

Looking down at you, covered in his marks and gazing up at him with a blissed out smile, you look like his. He has to stop the guilt that creeps in, the terror that while you’re happy to do this with him now while he needs it, you’ll never be able to look at him again after this.

If this is all he’s ever going to have of you, he’s determined to make the most of it. He watches as your eyes travel down him to where his cock lays hard against his stomach.

“Already?” You smile.

Jason groans and nods, unable to form a thought as you smirk and flip yourself over to lay on your stomach. You wiggle your hips up until you rest on your knees with your back arched into the bed, chest against the bedding.  

His hands immediately go to the smooth expanse of your back, you look gorgeous like this, presenting yourself to him. He presses a hand on your shoulder, not to push you down, just to ground himself.

His eyes trail from your nape down to your cunt where the obscene sight of his cum dripping out of you meets him. He almost scoops it up with his fingers but decides he’d rather enjoy the sight for now.

“I should pay you back for all the teasing tonight, take you apart slowly until you’re begging for me,” Jason says, “but I don’t have the patience that you do.”

Jason lines himself up and pushes into you, fucking his cum back into you with his cock. He moans low at both the feeling and sight, the whole experience an assault on his senses.

He slowly pulls out then spams all the way back in. You cry out and fist the pillow beneath your head.

Every clench around him is ecstasy. He slides one hand around you to play with one of your breasts, squeezing it and passing his fingers over your nipple to coax delicious whines from you.

“Fuck, wanna stay here until you’re all I know,” Jason says.

You squeeze tight around him and a moan punches out of him. Both his hands move down to your hips and he pulls you against him to meet his thrusts as he picks up speed. He presses himself over your back and as a result you are pressed deeper into the bed as he fully surrounds you, inside and out.

“You’re so good, princess. You deserve everything,” he pants into your ear, “You deserve to cum on my cock until you can’t remember your own name.”

You moan and squirm underneath him. Jason can feel his cum from earlier sloshing around inside of you and it causes him to grip your hips harder and bite at the skin around your shoulders until he’s moving too fast to get a solid purchase. 

“Wanna fuck you in my bed, in the shower, against the wall, over the table,” Jason babbles, there’s no brain power left to filter his thoughts. “On my bike,” he growls, giving a particularly forceful thrust as that fantasy.

“Fuck yes, please!!” you nod against the pillow.

“Maybe I'll get you to wear my helmet,” he feels you squeeze around him and grins, “Oh, you like that huh? Yeah, I'll get you to wear it, just my helmet and nothing else.”

His heart is pounding and he can hear his blood roaring in his ears as he thrusts deep and hard into you. 

“Or I'll wear it, you’ll let me record you, right sweetheart? So I can watch it whenever I want,” he rasps. 

“Anything you want, Jay,” you turn your head to look back over your shoulder at him. You look fucked out of your mind and Jason growls.

“Shit, you feel so good,” you keen, your whole body forced back and forth on the bed at the power of Jason’s thrusts.

“You too, sweetheart, so good,” he chokes out, brain starting to feel hazy as he’s consumed by a feral need to meld your bodies together. 

God, you look gorgeous like this. If he could stop himself he would try and slow down to draw this out longer but it’s impossible to think about anything but fucking into your heat as cum splashes out around his cock and onto your bed to make room in your pussy for his length.

He’s gasping, his body trying desperately to cool itself down to no avail. He can feel tears threatening to fill his waterline in distress. 

He so desperately wants to reach up and kiss you but he knows he’s not allowed, so he’ll bite. He has some semblance of higher thinking now to press his teeth into the skin close to your collarbone - somewhere your scrubs can easily hide - forgetting the litany of bites and bruises that he has already left over your neck. He wants to mark you, claim you, make sure everyone knows that you have him at your beck and call. His marks on you are a signature on artwork.

He feels you squirming and stuttering out his name beneath him and he fumbles a hand under you until he reaches down and presses against your clit.

You jolt and your eyes roll back. You melt further into his touch and he traces patterns across your clit the way he watched you do to yourself. 

He’s relentless, jackhammering into you while he bullies your sensitive bud until you’re shaking and gasping for air.

“Oh shit, oh god,” you exclaim as your legs tremble.

“Please cum for me, princess, I need it,” he begs, pressing his fingers down with just the right pressure at a frantic speed.

“Ah, Jay, wait! I’m-” your words are cut off as you cry out. Jason groans deep as you squeeze around him, but what shocks him is the hot gush from your cunt that drenches his thighs. 

“Holy shit. Did you just-” his words are cut off by a loud whine from you, your legs still quivering around him. You bury your face in the pillow, attempting to hide from him.

He flips you over, “Did you just squirt for me?”

Your face is bright red and Jason has to catch your hands before you cover your face in embarrassment.

“That’s never happened before!” 

“Fuck, darling. It was so hot,” He presses back into you, earning a soft gasp from you, “Next time that better be in my mouth.”

“Jay!” You shout incredulously.

Jason just smirks and resumes thrusting into you. Lightning crackles through his veins and in a few more thrusts he’s cumming deep inside you with a drawn out moan, your name and swears tangled into his panting.

—

You feel warmth flood your insides once more, sweat sticking to both of you and Jason as you both struggle to breathe.

Your eyes shoot open with a startled gasp as you feel your cunt stretch slightly. Not only did Jason not even go soft, cumming somehow made him harder and fuck is he… swelling?

Thats fucking impossible, you must be imagining it, but you lock eyes with Jason his surprised stare and open mouth seem to display a similar question.

“Jason, ah! Ngh, are you getting bigger?” You try to focus on breathing, not even really listening for an answer as you adjust to the sensation, “Fuck, the stretch, oh god, oh gods.”

“Shit, I think, ahhh, fuck,” Jason groans, cutting himself off, “Are you okay?” His eyes are locked on you, hand rubbing a soft circle against your hip while he sits still.

“Oh god, more, please, move!” You choke out. 

“Okay, darling,” He nods so hard you’re worried his head is going to come off. 

He resumes fucking into you and you can tell that the strength of you clenching around him in a vice grip is spurring him on further. 

You’re both an extravagant depiction of greed, desperate obsession is your medium of choice. You’re buzzing with energy and the overwhelming sensations cause your legs to clench, trying to close.

Jason keeps your legs spread with his knees, you couldn’t close them if you wanted. Upon seeing your squirming he pulls you miraculously closer and you wrap your legs around his torso.

His hair sticks to his forehead, wet with sweat, and his cheeks are flushed red with exertion and desire.

You dig your heels into his back, “C’mon pretty boy, make sure I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

Jason grins down at you, and you immediately wonder if you should have challenged him like that. Worry flies from your mind as Jason sets a pace that feels inhuman to maintain, whether it’s the pollen or just something he can do, is a mystery to you. 

“There! ah fuck!” You cry out as he adjusts and once again hits the spot inside you that has your brain turning to mush. 

Jason pulls both your legs over his shoulders, one calf resting on each shoulder as he bends you nearly in half and plows down into you, ensuring he hits right where it makes you see stars with every thrust. 

You feel intoxicated and wonder if maybe the pollen was contagious after all. Almost all your brain power is gone and it seems like Jason is the same from his crazed babbling.

“Gonna lock you up in my room and use you,” Jason growls, “Have you on my bed leaking with my cum all the time.”

Gone is the gentle man hanging on your every syllable, now Jason fucks into you like he had a point to prove. Like if he fucks you good enough you’ll let him do it again after tonight. You would, you always would have, but come morning you expect he won’t be interested anymore, this will be a cruel ‘mistake’.

You’re only worry right now though, is that he’s going to break your bed frame, fuck you right through and onto the floor, probably not even stopping then.

And that depraved thought causes you to clench down hard and scratch your nails down Jason’s back. Jason whines in return and you sink your nails in harder to hear the noise again.

He speaks directly into the skin of your jaw, head shoved into the crook of your neck, “You make me feel things I'm not supposed to feel, that I didn't know I could feel anymore. Why? Why do you have this control over me? You’ve taken over every corner of my mind, it’s infuriating,” Jason blurts out.

You pant, not knowing how to respond to his words but knowing how to make him feel good. You reach one hand back up and pull his hair hard, “You’re being so good for me. Making me feel amazing.” 

Jason nods against your skin, mouth attached to your neck. He’s not biting, or even pretending to suck hickeys onto you anymore, just kissing softly in between sharp gasps and whines. 

“You’re perfect,” You whisper and turn your head to the side so that you can look him in the eyes.

He whimpers and there’s unshed tears there and he slams into you, pace becoming unsteady and erratic. Small whispered pleas coming from him.

You make a grab for one of his hands and bring it down to your lower abdomen, you press his hand down and moan. You see the moment he feels himself inside of you from the outside and he lets out a long pathetic whine. 

His head leaves the crook of your neck to rest his forehead against yours as his hips stutter.

You clench down hard on him and give him one last push, “Come for me, love.”

He yells your name and you feel him flooding you full of cum for the third time that night. It goes on forever, his cock drooling out continuous liquid.

He’s whining but refuses to stop moving. It’s like any cognitive functioning is buffering as he presses his cheek along your cheek, rubbing his face over you like a cat. He’s totally gone, but fixated still on you.

He whines through weak thrusts. “Come one more time for me, I know you can do it,” Jason begs.

He slips a hand between you two and as soon as his fingers caress your clit the dam breaks and your orgasm washes through you. Your head is thrown back as you tremble. You barely comprehend Jason pulling out while whispering thanks into your skin until he collapses gracelessly onto you.

You let out a small ‘oomph’ as his weight settles on top of you. You focus on breathing, not sure if you can manage anything else more complicated than that. 

When the brain fog clears you register that the unmoving mass on top of you isn’t breathing. You startle and bring both your hands up, one at his pulse point - feeling a thankfully beating pulse - and the other violently shaking him. 

Jason startles, he looks down at you blearily as he heaves while his body tries to remember how to breathe. 

He takes a final gasp and his breathing returns to something that is reasonably within safe parameters, for now. 

He props himself up on his elbows and you move your hands up to hold his face, “I thought you died on me!”

Jason’s mouth splits into a dopey grin, “Mmm, died a happy man.”

You scoff, “Stupid, stupid man. I can’t lose you like that after everything.”

“No chance I'm leaving you now sweetheart,” He chuckles, clearly still out of it. He lowers himself back down on top of you, gently this time, with a yawn, “Just gimmie a couple minutes for my higher brain to come back online.”

You are smart enough to know it will be longer than that.

—

You aren’t surprised he’s exhausted, he brought you to orgasm five times, and after a quick recollection you realise he came double that. 

Jason fell asleep first on top of you with you drifting shortly after, you only wake as he shifts and you take the opportunity to slip out from him. 

You make your way into your bathroom intent on having a shower but the sight in the mirror stops you still. You look like you’ve developed vitiligo, only patches of angry red and purple hickeys adorn your skin. There’s even bruises on your hips and waist from where he held you tightly.

You push down lightly on one and bite your lip on the thrill that runs through you at the ache. You shake your head and jump in the shower, washing all of Jason’s cum off and out of you.

You return to your bedroom and debate putting some clothes on, but without any way of getting Jason decent it feel almost unfair to leave him unclothed while you cover up. It probably won’t make much of a difference now anyway, he’s seen everything in vivid detail.

You see him reaching out and searching for you in his sleep and you slip back into bed. His hands find you and he pulls you close into him and mumbles a soft, “Mine.”

—

Jason has never slept so thoroughly in his life, it’s not a dreamless sleep like he often begs for, but the memories that play are better than anything he usually dreams of.

Almost a year into knowing them, you had taken them all to the Zoo. Demanded they all come and your determination was so great that he was sure you would have fought any of Gotham’s villains yourself just to have this day out with them.

It wasn’t until they all arrived that Jason found out why.

You checked in at reception, ten admission tickets - that he sincerely hoped Bruce paid for - but that wasn’t all.

“And two ‘Keeper for a day’ experiences,” You cheerily told the receptionist. 

She smiled, “Alright, let me grab the forms, one second.” The lady left through a door and you turned to face everyone. 

“‘Keeper for a day’?” Damian asked you, brow furrowed in puzzlement.

“Happy birthday, Damian,” you smiled brightly.

You’d think it was the announcement of the century with the way everyone except Alfred and Bruce shouted simultaneously. Shocked and confused voices battling for dominance.

The thing was, none of them knew when Damian’s birthday was. They had all tried very hard to find out. But Damian had done everything he possibly could to wipe it from all systems, theirs and official. They knew his passport and such had a fake birthdate, but that’s all they knew.

Bruce must have known, but Damian had always been so adamant about not wanting a birthday that Bruce kept his mouth shut. Eventually everyone gave up after exhausting every possible cause bar torture.

Damian had always claimed that birthdays were stupid, that he was not a useless child who needed to be coddled and there was no reason to celebrate being one year closer to death.

So how on earth did you know?

“I am not a baby, I do not celebrate such useless things,” Damian pouted.

“Well you came and hung out with me on my birthday, so it’s only fair that we do something together, besides I think you’ll like this. If you hate it, you can go home,” You shrugged like you hadn’t just turned all of their world upside down.

“How did you find out about his birthday?!” Dick exclaimed, voicing the question they all had.

You raised an eyebrow, “I asked. Why?”

“That’s all? You just asked?!” Steph cried out. 

“We almost waterboarded Bruce trying to get that information out of him!” Tim lamented.

You laughed incredulously, “Well yeah, he came to see me on my birthday and I asked when his was a few days later.”

Jason rounded  on Damian, “And you told her? Just like that!”

Damian crossed his arms, “I sorely misjudged the situation. If I had known she would make such a big deal out of it, like you all, I would not have told her.”

“Oh come on Dami, just give it a try. It’ll just be you and I doing the experience until 1pm, then we can join the others if you are feeling up to it. After we’ll go back to my apartment and get whatever take out you want,” You pulled him over to the front desk as the lady returned with some paperwork.

She walked you both through everything you would be doing. You two would go behind the scenes of the zoo and help prep food then assist in feeding some of the animals and maybe even get to interact with some. Despite Damian’s obvious displeasure at his birthday being outed he nodded attentively at the safety briefing you two are given.

Jason just stared at you as the others talked amongst themselves. Damian really shouldn’t have underestimated you, because you were delusionally happy and kind, of course you would go above and beyond for your friend.

If Jason wasn’t a trained killer, he would have jumped out of his skin when Cass appeared silently at his side, it was a damn near thing. 

“You’re really lucky that she somehow doesn't see how much you stare,” Cass said, far too loud for his liking. 

Jason groaned, he felt a headache coming on.

It turned out to be Steph on his other side, “Cass is right, and with that resting bitch face of yours she would probably think you were plotting her murder.

Cass shook her head, “It’s more sad desperate longing reserved just for her than his usual resting bitch face.”

“Go away, both of you,” Jason grumbled and pushed past them towards reception to grab a map of the zoo. He studied it like it was exam material.

You turned back to the group and Jason smirked at the matching horrendous green camo vests you and Damian had been given. Your bright smile and Damian’s scowl make for a brilliant juxtaposing view. 

“You guys have free reign of the zoo until 1pm, when you need to meet us here for the bird show,” You motioned to your map. “Then we can spend the rest of the day together. Granted Damian doesn’t run away before then.”

Damian huffed, “I make no promises.”

There was still a bit of time before you were able to start the experience, apparently there were two other people booked in for the day that they were waiting for.

Groups naturally formed between all of them as they started talking about what they wanted to see and do first. Jason used the commotion to slink over to Bruce.

“I need your wallet,” Jason said lowly, trying not to attract any attention.

Bruce sighed and stared him dead in eye, “What are you up to?”

“Nothing that you wouldn’t do,” Jason held out his hand expectantly.

Bruce grumbled and placed his wallet into Jason’s hand and Jason felt his eyes on him as he slipped out of the building.

It wasn’t long before two women came up the pathway towards him. These must be them, given they aren’t going to the main entrance and instead the visitor experiences building.

He intercepted them, speaking up before they got anywhere near the door, “Hey uh, you guys wouldn’t happen to be doing that zookeeper experience thing today?”

“That’s us, we’re booked under Lottie and Kate,” The taller woman gestures to herself then the other woman. “Is this where we marshal?” Lottie asked.

“No, well yes but,” Jason runs a hand through his hair. He should have gotten Dick to help him, he’s the smooth talker. “Look, this is going to sound crazy but if I paid you, would you reschedule it another day?”

Kate’s face scrunched up, “What? Dude no, fuck off.”

“I promise i’ll make it worth it,” Jason pushed on, he knew it wasn’t the best idea considering how agitated Kate looked. He nearly sighed audible relief when Lottie slipped her hand down into Kate’s hand causing her demeanour to soften slightly. 

“It’s my little brother’s birthday and he’s animal crazy and-“ Jason floundered, losing confidence at the stupidity of his plan.

Lottie interjected, “And you want it to be special for him?”

“Yeah,” Jason nodded, “he’s also kind of a pretentious asshole so it’s probably better that you go another day.” Jason laughed awkwardly trying to ease the tension.

Lottie smiled softly and looked down at Kate, “Love, we’ve already done it before, we can do it another time, right?”

Kate grumbled, “We’re already here though.”

Jason pulls open Bruce’s wallet, “Here i’ll give you,” he quickly counted, “Fifteen hundred dollars in cash right now, if you cancel.”

“Holy shit dude, lead with that next time next time!” Kate exclaimed “I thought you meant a solid fifty dollars not a fucking grand. For that much money i’ll throw in her,” Kate gestures to Lottie.

Kate then subsequently yelped as Lottie pinched her side, “Watch it,” she rolled her eyes.

“Uh no, you can keep her,” Jason chuckled.

“You drive a hard bargain,” Kate smirked and opened her hand out to accept the bills the same way Jason had to Bruce.

“This is very kind,” Lottie said.

Jason shrugged, “Yeah well, fat lot of good I was going to do with the money anyway.” Well, Bruce’s money, but the sentiment still stands. 

She laughs, “No, I mean it's very sweet of you to do that for your brother.

“Oh uh, yeah I guess.”

“C’mon babe, we’re gonna miss the lion talk, i’ll call them up and cancel while we walk,” Kate started to pull Lottie away.

Lottie went with her but called back, “It was nice meeting you! I hope you and your brother have a good day.”

He stared after them for a moment. It seemed almost like a cosmic joke. A sweet young couple, one overly nice and optimistic, the other standoffish and maybe a little angry. It almost felt like the universe was teasing him, but with the private session secured he wiped it from his mind.

As he came back into the building Bruce’s eyes were on him immediately. “Please tell me you didn’t threaten those women,” He said once Jason was close enough.

“Nope, just bribed them,” Jason handed his wallet back.

Bruce look entirely unamused, “Don’t you have your own drug money to hand out?”

“Do I look like I carry cash? I don’t even carry ID.”

Bruce rubbed the bridge of his nose, “You’ll be the death of me.

A year ago Jason would have taken the opportunity to snap back, ‘then we’ll be even’, but he's been trying recently. He’s seen the way you smile when he tries to connect with his family again, and it’s not just for you. He misses the connection, it’ll never be the same and he’ll never quite forgive them, but it has proven to have its good moments. It’s nice to have a sense of home again, even if it’s uncomfortable.

Instead he just scoffed, “Shut up, old man.”

The woman at the front counter cleared her throat and you and Damian turned to her, “The other two guests have just called and had to cancel, so it looks like it’s just you two today!”

“Thank god,” Damian said.

“Damian.” you scolded

The woman laughed and brought out a map to show you both where to meet your guide. You nodded and said your goodbyes to rest of the group.

You stopped in front of Jason, “Try to have fun.”

“Huh?” He said, ever so eloquently.

You smiled, “I know big outings aren’t really your style, so, thanks for coming.”

Anything for you. He didn’t say that though, "It's no problem,” is what left his mouth.

“See you at 1.”

The group split up. Cass and Steph went off to cut straight to the rainforest path. Dick, Duke and Babs followed the main pathway, loudly chattering about what they were most excited to see. 

Jason was contend to wander around with Alfred, he shouldn’t have been surprised when Bruce and Tim joined them. It was fine, he could deal with it.

He could not deal with it. Tim needed to read every. single. sign. Alfred was obviously incredibly patient and listened to any of Tim’s input. Bruce however looked a little more tired. He wouldn’t blame Jason for slipping off. Which is exactly what he did. 

It was a couple hours into the trip when he thought to check his phone. Not for any messages, but to see if he could track you. Damian wasn’t the only one who had thought to give you something to track you with.

For your birthday months before he had bought you a set of stud earrings. They were small, but most importantly you were allowed to wear them on your nursing shifts. He probably should have told you about the tracker in them, but you must have known at this point that the Bats always had eyes on you. 

You were wearing them today, which meant he could see your location. You weren’t in a staff only area, this time you were on the outskirts of what looked like the giraffe enclosure when compared to the map.

Jason made his way over and sure enough he could see you two off to the side of the enclosure holding up branches for the giraffes to eat. He leant on the railing and watched.

He heard footsteps approaching, and from the gait he knew who was coming. Bruce appeared at his side, Alfred and Tim-less. 

“How long have you been following them?” Bruce asked.

“Not long. Thought i’d try and get a sneak peak of what they were up to.”

“Sure.”

Jason looked over at Bruce who had his phone opened to his messages. Bruce noticed him looking and tilted his phone towards him so that Jason could see a collection of images you had been sending him of Damian holding, interacting or feeding various animals. Underneath it was written, ‘I had to sign an agreement that anything behind the scenes can’t go up on social media, but I can still show people. Thought you’d want to see your youngest happy :)’

Jason looked down at his own phone and didn’t see any messages in the group chat. You’d sent these to Bruce personally. Jason knew Damian would appreciate that, but Jason still felt a pang of sadness at not having access to the photos.

“She’s going to spoil Damian even more than you do,” Jason said, eyes back to you two.

Bruce hummed, “You should tell her.”

“As if she would listen to me about that.”

More footsteps come in from behind him, Tim and Alfred had found them again, now joined by Dick - Jason has no idea where they picked him up.

Tim cut straight into the conversation, “I believe B was referring to your amorous feelings towards our dear medic.”

“What?” Jason turned to face them fully.

“He means you should tell her that you're in love with her, Jaybird,” Dick explained.

“I’m not in love with her,” Jason grumbled.

That was followed by cacophony of groans and mixed responses - ‘Oh for fucks sake’, ‘Hah, Yes you are!, ‘You cannot seriously be that dense’. 

“Remember when you helped out at the shelter and that guy kept trying to ask her out? You nearly bit his head off then wouldn’t stop hovering around her,” Tim smirked.

“That wasn’t - Hold on, you weren’t even there for that, how did you-”

“Damian,” Dick, Tim and Bruce replied simultaneously.

Jason whirled back to Bruce, “He told you!? Did he tell the whole fucking city?”

Dick laughed and slung an arm around his shoulder which Jason was quick to knock off. 

Alfred cleared his throat, “You are all quite protective of our civilian friend, but I do believe that you were jealous, master Jason.”

Jason hated that he couldn’t think of any defense. They had him, he suspected they’ve known for a very long time, possibly longer than him.

“It doesn’t matter. She doesn't see me like that,”

Everyone just groaned. 

Jason powered on, “Telling her would just make things awkward and put her in an uncomfortable position.”

“Well, if that happens I'll take good care of her so she forget all about you, don’t you worry,” Dick nudged him while wiggling his eyebrows and immediately earnt himself an elbow to the stomach.

“Oh fuck off,” Jason snarled and turned back to the enclosure, determined to ignore his family and focus on you.

But of course, you were no longer there, having returned into the back of house area.

He rubbed his hand over his face and resigned himself to exploring with the current group. 

Not too long later he received a message from you. A selfie of you with some bats behind you sleeping upside down on the roof of their cave. You had an exaggerated pout on. The picture was followed by the message, ‘Can’t even get away from bats here >:(‘.

Jason felt his lips quirk up involuntarily. He replied, ‘You dragged us all along, you know.’

After that you sent a photo of both you and Damian holding a frankly ginormous snake. No snake should be allowed to be big enough to fit over both of your shoulders and still be able to wrap around your arms too. It’s frightening and entirely too adorable.

You all met back up afterwards and filled the rest of your day with keeper talks, overpriced food and a large gift shop. It passed in a blur, it was surprisingly fun despite the crowds and chaos. 

After the zoo closed, they lost Duke, Bruce, Babs and Alfred, but the remainder headed back to your apartment where Damian demanded takeout from a nearby Lebanese restaurant and you put on Karate Kid for them all. 

Jason could tell Damian enjoyed that day, there were a few genuine unguarded smiles from him and even now he was too tired to comment on (belittle) the movie. Once it ended you politely started ushering them out since you had an early shift the next day. 

Jason was getting his jacket from the rack, the last to leave. When he cleared his throat you turned to him, back facing away from the hallway, “Hey, I just wanted to say thank you.”

Behind you Jason saw Dick turn back around from the hallway and look at you both. 

You tilted your head, “For what?”

Jason shrugged his jacked on, “All of it. I haven’t seen that rascal so happy in a long time. You made them all happy today.”

“What about you? Are you happy?”

“Yeah, yeah I am.”

Jason’s hand went up to scratch the back of his neck, “After today, I felt like I have to tell you…”

He saw Dick down the hall giving him a thumbs up, and you waited for him to continue. You look at him so… fondly?

“I, uh, I’m really glad Damian brought us to the shelter that night,” damn his cowardice, “I don’t think we can ever make it up to you for everything you’ve done for us, not just as a nurse, but everything else, all this.”

You smiled but it turned into a yawn and you covered your mouth, “You don’t need to, I give it freely.”

He nodded and let himself be guided out. 

He almost told you then. those three words, but he couldn’t.

—

You wake to the steady rise and fall of your living pillow beneath you, reminding you of everything that happened. You resign to letting yourself enjoy the warmth of Jason’s arms wrapped around you, your legs tangled together like a true pair of lovers, before you have to face the actuality of your circumstances.

Jason is dead to the world. Short circuited so hard he’s sleeping like a baby.

You feel the moment that he wakes, his breathing changes and he rubs his hands down your back, a content hum leaving him. You then feel the moment everything clicks into place. Jason tenses and almost stops breathing entirely. 

Time to face reality.

“Don’t freak out, it’s okay,” you say softly, lifting your head to face him, careful not to raise yourself off him too much lest he catch an eye of your bare chest and panic.

His frantic eyes lets you know he’s barely hanging on, shock and horror clear on his face, “We-“

He doesn’t finish so you take over, “We did. It's alright. We’re both okay, everything was as consensual as it could be, don’t go there. It’s going to be okay, I promise.”

“I’m so sorry,” Jason looks broken.

“None of that, I’m just fine,” you reach up to brush lightly through his tangled hair and he relaxes minusculely.

Before he startles again and shoots up, jostling you away from his chest, but his eyes are too locked on your face to notice anything else. Terror consumes his features.

“Oh fuck, I came inside you! Fuck, like, a lot!” He’s almost yelling, face deathly pale.

You could laugh at his expression and bluntness, but you are in heavy damage control mode. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I have an implant. I’m safe.”

He sighs in relief before he finally registers your bare body in front of him, quickly screwing his eyes shut with a curse, “Shit, sorry.”

You huff a laugh, “Jason, while I admire the chivalry, I think it is fair to say we are long past that. Open your eyes.”

He does, “Fuck, look at you, you look like you were attacked.” 

You know he is referring to the love bites and handprint bruises that generously paint your body.

“I promise, It was immensely enjoyable. Besides, you don’t look much better yourself.”

He huffs, the first optimistic reaction from him yet.

Then, Jason goes bright red.

“Shit, the things I said to you!”

“What, that you adore me?” you cock your head.

“No, well yes, but the crass things, you know…”

You smirk, “Ohhh, that I deserve to cum on your cock until I can't remember my own name?” you parrot.

He groans and buries his head in his hands.

“That you are going to lock me up and, what was it?” 

“No, stop.”

“Keep me on your bed leaking with your cum?”

“Please, god, stop mocking me.” He looks like he’s going to die.

You’re laughing now and he finally looks up, a soft smile graces him at your reaction and he huffs, “I promise, I'm not usually like that.”

“I know.” You say fondly.

“This wasn’t at all how I wanted it to happen.”

All the air is sucked out of the room.

“What?” you ask, voice near whisper.

“Fuck,” Jason clearly had not meant to say that, “I’d really rather not elaborate, I feel like I have incriminated myself enough.”

“Jason.”

He sighs, before looking you in the eyes, deeply serious.

“Darling, I need you to believe me when I say that I don’t expect anything from you.” He waits for you to nod, then continues, “I really never thought anything could happen between us, but when times are dark I couldn’t help but imagine something warmer. A reality where you would climb into bed with me because you wanted to, like I do. Not ever something like this.”

You have to think, and compose yourself. “I get it. I’m flattered you find me attractive enough to have those fantasies about, really, but I promise I won't hold anything beyond sexual that you said against you.”

Jason stumbles over his words, “No you don’t, you don’t understand. I, ugh you, it’s never been just sexual, I don’t, oh fuck it-” Jason's lips collide with yours, the kiss is consuming, as he tries to convey every ounce of devotion he has for you. His hand is in your hair, gripping just a little tight like a silent ‘don’t go.’

It leaves you utterly dumbfounded. He pulls back and all you can do is stare.

“What was that?” you ask when the bubble bursts, breathless.

“You said to kiss you, when there was nothing else controlling me. When it was just me. Sweetheart, it’s always been me.”

“Oh, Jason,” you say.

He reaches forward to cup your face with one hand, while the other finds your waist, pulling you close, “Sweetheart, from the second I saw you I was doomed. It was endlessly frustrating, I tried to fight it, but there was no point. You’ve been in my mind ever since.”

Your eyes drop to his lips, then back up and the hope is clear in his eyes.

“Please, love, say I can have you.”

“I've always been yours.”

This time when Jason surges forward to kiss you, you are ready, and you meet him with equal fever. You eagerly part your mouth for him when his tongue pleads for access, dragging across the seam of your lips.

The kiss quickly turns desperate, devouring, demanding. You both kiss like you have something to prove, whether it’s your worth to each other or yourselves is unclear as your worlds start to single down into just each other,

Jason’s hands instinctively find your hips like grounding points. He holds you - with bare hands that have killed - in a way that proves he is incapable of harming you. He would hurt a fly, but he would never knowingly harm an innocent.

Jason turns you over with great care, holding himself up above you, You wrap your legs around his hips and feel his cock hardening against your inner thigh, you smile contentedly, although you are slightly worried that your body will give out if you go for another intense round. 

Jason slowly slips a hand down to the top of your thigh and you sigh, Thankfully, Jason seems to want to savor you this time, unrestricted by a timeline or pain.

“Can I?” He asks, without needing to explain his intentions.

“Please,” you breathe.

Jason smiles and brings his fingers to brush through your already wet folds. He moves through them a couple times before bringing his hand up and licking his fingers.

He moans and you flush, “I’d eat you out to loosen you up for me, but now that I'm allowed to kiss you I don’t want my lips anywhere away from yours. You’ll have to make do with my fingers.”

“Mmm, you’ll have plenty of chances later anyway.”

“Fuck, I’m so lucky,” Jason leans in to kiss you once more, still demanding, but now relishing in your proximity.

His hand goes back to your cunt and he slips one finger inside. You hum happily at the sensation, but can already feel you are ready for another, still a little stretched from last night. Jason senses this too and pushes another finger in. He scissors his fingers as soon as the second one enters and pulls a moan from you, eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.

Jason slowly pulls his fingers in and out of you, stretching them apart as he goes. He manoeuvres his thumb to press on your clit and you throw your head back with a whine that escapes the light kisses Jason is spoiling you with.

It’s only a few more pumps until you’re pushing at him, “I’m ready.”

He withdraws his fingers, “Are you sure?”

“Get inside me, now,” you demand.

Jason chuckles, “Yes ma’am.”

You're midway through rolling your eyes at him when Jason guides himself into you and your eyes actually roll back without your control. You feel yourself clenching down on his cock and you wish you could bottle the sound that slips through Jason’s lips and into your mouth. 

He eases into you inch by inch, giving you time to adjust until you are pulling him in with your legs and grinding yourself on his cock. He smiles into the kiss he’s pressing against your neck, the morning sun illuminating his white patch of hair. He’s so captivating like this, unburdened by guilt or responsibility. 

Jason pushes in and out of you, slow and deliberate. You don’t need anything else, no need for the good fast fucking you got last night, instead this soothing intimacy warms your soul.

“Fuck sweetheart, maybe that stupid pollen was the best thing to ever happen to me. I can make you happy all day,” Jason muses between the kisses he peppers down your neck.

“Jay, you feel amazing,” you gasp. “I want to take you apart so I can put you back together and figure out where every piece of you fits.”

“For you,” he kisses your jaw, “Anything.”

All the longing, yearning, and aching burns alongside the heat pooling in your stomach. Your legs tighten around Jason with a drawn out moan, “Almost there.”

Jason whines, “Me too,”

“Together?” You murmur.

He nods and his hips stutter, “Together.”

“C’mon Baby,” you coo, squeezing around Jason’s cock. 

"Fuck!” Jason gasps, “Oh god, I love you.”

It’s those words that send you over the edge and you feel Jason follow you, come filling you once more.

You both struggle to breathe as you dissolve into pleasure, pulse thundering and legs shaking

This time Jason has the brainpower to not immediately fall on top of you. You’re caged under his body with his hot breaths tickling your skin as he pants.

He slowly pulls out of you, taking care to be as gentle as possible. He doesn’t flip over or lay down at all though, instead he just stares down at you from where he is. The look in his eyes is mesmerising, it’s adoring in a way you’ve never seen before.

“You meant it?” You whispered.

You don’t have to clarify what you are referring to. Jason knows, it seems he will always know when it comes to you.

“Yes,” He breathes out, “I love you.”

He runs his hands softly across your collarbones, it’s not lustful, it’s admiration. 

“From the moment I laid eyes on you, I thought you were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. You constantly impress me with the way you are with others, your care and patience.”

You melt underneath his touch and praise

“Always listening to Tim, asking questions and never telling him to shut up, although sometimes I wish you would,” He smiles and you laugh softly.

“You don’t take shit from Dick, or hell - even Bruce - but still somehow engage in his banter and mischief. Fuck, we were all impressed that you won over Damian first.”

“He’s not as bad as you all act like he is.”

“No, he’s worse.”

You lightly smack his arm.

Jason leans down and kisses you softly, you feel your heart soar at the gentle intimacy. 

“My thoughts cannot move an inch without bumping into some piece of you,” Jason speaks softly, inches away from your mouth.

“You overexaggerate, but it’s sweet,” your smile.

He shakes his head, “No, it’s true. You touch me and suddenly I feel a little less war torn. I’m not sure what peace is supposed to feel like, but I think it may feel a lot like you.”

This time it’s you who surges forward to crash your lips into his. The intensity is almost painful, a little space carved out of you that he will now always reside.

You pull back - with a small struggle, Jason doesn’t want it to be over yet - and whisper against his lips, “I love you too.”

Jason’s ear to ear smile is the last thing you register before your back leaves the mattress. He turns and pulls you on top of him, pressing your bare skin to his chest once more.

He kisses you again, this time slow and relaxed. No less passionate, but with soft unhurried reverence. Your mouths move together lazily while Jason traces patterns across your back and your legs tangle together. You try to memorise the soft noises he makes. The sounds juxtapose the entire fearsome vigilante persona that Jason has curated, soft pleased sighs that no one would ever believe came from him. 

But you know they do, not just because you get to hear them now, but because you know that Jason, at his unburdoned core, is soft. Before the weight of everything that has terrorised him, and even in spite of it, the thing that has always driven Jason was empathy.

He was never ‘The angry Robin’, he was a boy that wanted to do the right thing so badly it killed him, and despite all the hurt he loves anyway.

The anger is there, at night it will rise again as he faces injustices and the cold chill of death nipping at his ankles - like a reminder that he’s already known a bed made of dirt and worms - but for now you get the real Jason.

The Jason that kisses you like a prize.

Like a promise.

Like a prayer.

It takes a couple moments to open your eyes as your lips pull apart, and when they do you are met with a soft smile.

You return it then slowly sit up to stretch your aching arms high above your head, feeling the ache in your body from the night’s activities. You hear Jason’s breath catch from beneath you, your brows furrow and you look down at him in question.

“How the hell are we going to explain this?” Jason mumbles, fingers tracing the bruises at your hips. Overlapping handprints, from being held too tightly both facing away and towards him.

“Well thankfully i’m not in the habit of wearing scrubs that expose my midriff,” You huff, “I'm sure I can avoid any cropped shirts and low rise jeans in my day to day.”

Jason rolls his eyes dramatically, “You’re gonna have to swap them for turtlenecks though.”

You laugh and move his hands to your sides so that you can lay back down on his chest, "I'm sure a cold compress and makeup tutorial will be all that’s needed. If I don’t have a good enough product then you’ll have to go buy some as penance.”

“You strike a hard bargain,” Jason lays one hand on your waist and the other on your upper back.

“You might need some too,” You smile up at him, eyes trailing over the bites that adorn his skin, not as many as you wear, not by a long shot, but enough that it’s still extremely obvious. 

“Oh no, these are mine to wear, loud and proud baby. Think i’ll walk around the manor in a low v-cut shirt and show ‘em off,” His eyes twinkle with mischief.

“I vote for shirtless, but only if I get to be there,” You wink and he chuckles.

“Either way, they’ll figure it out, may as well shock ‘em”

“You’re a scoundrel.”

“Sure am, princess.”

You lean your head down and bite lightly at his chest which rewards you with a yelp.

“Hey! You little minx,” He laughs as you bat your eyelashes innocently. “I look forward to seeing Damian’s face when he sees them. I bet i’ll see some betting cash being exchanged though, those fuckers.”

“Oh? That you get laid? It’s terribly surprising isn’t it,” You tease.

“Ha. Ha.” It gives you a pointed stare before moving forward, “That I’ve finally confessed to you. They've all accused me of being whipped like cream for you.”

You laugh, it isn’t hard to imagine any of his siblings digging elbows into him, wiggling eyebrows and making fake kissing sounds.

“You remember that undercover mission we went on, and you were my ‘date’ at the Iceberg Lounge. You were originally meant to be Dick’s fake girlfriend,” He says, not meeting your eyes.

“What?”

“It was meant to be you and Dick going in to case the joint until I, uh, intervened,” a light blush tinges Jason’s cheeks as he still won’t look directly at you.

What a ridiculous man, he’ll face down 20 men alone but can’t look you in the eyes during an embarrassing story. “You can’t stop there, what did you do!?”

“I argued that I was more comfortable in the crime scene and that your date needed to have a rougher look to have ‘arm candy’. But that’s really all I had to go off of. I kept making shittier and shittier excuses and Dick was having fun riling me up so it escalated.” Jason finally looks back at you and you give  him a soft smile and nod your head to show you are listening.

Jason breathes deeply and threads his fingers into your hair, running through it gently. “He said some innuendo about making sure you got the full ‘Dick Grayson Experience’. He was fucking with me but I thought he actually had the hots for you and got defensive. It’s not often anyone ever chooses me over Dick.

“He kept taunting me and asking why I cared so much, saying I was just jealous and if I wouldn’t do anything about it then he would. I think he was trying to get a “because i’m in love with her’ outburst out of me but,” Jason trails off.

“But what?” you ask softly 

“Instead I punched him in the jaw,” Jason admits, his brows furrowing as he obviously tried to keep the regret of his face, “He got a gnarly bruise and it had to be me after that, he couldn’t do the mission looking like that. Though, they almost had Bruce be your date just to punish me.”

You laugh, “Thank fuck it was you then. Though I guess that really would have fit the Iceberg Lounge vibe, if I went in with a man over double my age.

Jason huffed a laugh, but his brows stayed creased. He sighed, “That’s who you’re gonna be with.”

“Bruce? Oh, fuck no! There’s no way in hell-” 

“-No,” Jason cuts you off. “I mean me. The guy who almost broke his brother’s jaw because he got jealous. This isn’t casual for me. I really do love you and want you for as long as possible but that’s who you’re getting if you’ll have me.”

You sigh, giving yourself a moment to collect your thoughts. While it may put him on edge you know he’d rather you give him a thought out answer than something immediate and unmeaningful.

“I’ll also have the man that makes sure no drugs go to kids or women. Who protects and respects the legitimacy of working girls,” You gently turn his face back to yours when he looks away, “The man who came back to Gotham and stayed after everything, to try and help the city that let him down. With no thanks or reward.”

“God, I can’t believe you're real,” He hugs you tight against him and doesn’t let go until your breaths are indistinguishable.

You lean up and kiss his cheek and he smiles.

“How are you feeling?” Jason asks.

“I’m sore and sticky and gross. I desperately need a shower,” you bemoan. 

“Can I join?” Jason replies and you laugh before your breath hitches as you clock his length pressed hard against you.

You look at him in disbelief, “Are you serious?”

“Hey, I wasn’t lying last night. My bed, kitchen counter, shower, living room wall, my bike. I’m gonna baptise everything I own with you,” He purrs.  

“You’re insatiable.”

“We still have most of the day before the others start banging on the door to check if I'm alive,” Jason runs his hands up your sides then down to rest at your waist, squeezing playfully.

“You’re insane, I'm starting to think it wasn’t the plant affecting your refraction period at all,” You smile, you can’t help it anymore. 

Jason smirks, “It’s all you, sweetheart.”