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“It has been a long night, I’m running on three and a half hours of sleep, so just please make it quick. I’m not a very happy guy to begin with, so imagine what I’m like when I’m tired.”

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Her response to his words makes him relax; he can almost melt at the simple phrases. She has no idea how much that means to him. To be wanted, to be loved, really, that’s all he could ever ask for. Knowing that both of their affections are now welcomed by one another, he places a chaste kiss upon her forehead, warm like the sunbeams she absorbs on the daily. Leaning back, he can almost feel himself lulling off into a trance. Maybe sleep. He doesn’t know, he just knows that this is the first time he’s ever felt this relaxed, this at ease, in a while. And honestly, he won’t trade it for anything. 

Pizza Time

Her cheeks flush at the confession, a confession of three words usually so innocent that carried such weight. She can’t deny she’s happy, her lips pulling up into a smile and moving to pull him closer if even possible. “No, thank you, Jason Todd. I never thought I would hear the words from your lips, but I cannot say how much it pleases me to hear them.” A quiet purr slipping past her lips, she runs a hand through his hair. “I love you too, Jason.” Letting her eyes close she allows herself to simply relax against him. “And a Tamaran’s love is eternal.”

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“But the house gets so quiet  Sitting here wishing for just an hour or two, alone with you Well, it’s always too personal, Always too close to comment. They all mention how tired you look And you realize you haven’t said a word in hours Well, who’s hiding it? Who the hell is hiding it?”

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“Oh god.” He gags, holding his throat. “You’re about to make me puke in my helmet. Stop right there, and thanks for searing that image into my brain forever.”

“Oh please if anything it’s father’s secret hobby or something,” he retorts.

He shudders at even suggesting the thought of it.

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He smiles as she kisses him again, letting her take her time in exploring his mouth and lips. She can probably taste pizza and beer from him, but from her, he takes in the lovely taste of lemonade. It’s nice and sweet, just like her. In his eyes, she’s actual perfection.

Four words linger on his tongue, and he’s scared to say them. He’s never said them to anyone before, and he’s ready to say them with her, but there’s personal baggage on him that is holding him back. However, he pushes it all away, and take a deep breath. “...I love you, Kori.” He tells her, leaning back and staring into her beautiful emerald eyes. “Thank you.”

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She smiles softly, relaxing totally against him. Pizza is long forgotten as she leans into pull him in for another kiss. There’s nothing she could say that she can’t tell him through physical contact. Her lips linger over his before taking her time in exploring his mouth. Kori trusts him completely, every gentle touch of his only serves to reinforce their mutual respect.

Pulling back after a few moments, not because she needs the air but for him, and her lips pull up into a bright smile. A giggle slipping past, she presses a quick kiss to his cheek. “I know you will, Jason Todd. You already make me so very happy. I hope I may do the same for you.” Her hands don’t leave his face as she nuzzles closer with a soft purr. Despite the unusual location, she would more than content staying there.

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“My life might be a big steaming pile — and I’ve made even more of a mess of it since I came back from the dead — but it’s my life!”

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He rolls his eyes in retaliation, although a bit more dramatically for emphasis. “Ponies? Seriously? I honestly though that was more of your thing, Minibat.”

Damian rolls his eyes, “Oh please, like its just teenagers, need I remind you who has the leading ‘Dick’ joke record within our ranks?”

He smirks, “Plus, there was no denial; so now I can go tweet that the great big bad Red Hood jacks it to Ponies or some shit,” He laughs.

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“And what’s the point of shooting somebody who’s done nothing wrong?” He licked his lips. “Believe it or not, even the Red Hood has morals.”

“You’re no fun.” Kara sighed. “What’s the point of carrying a gun if you aren’t even going to shoot someone?”

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“Isn’t fear more of The Scarecrow’s thing?”

“Then what do ya fear? There’s gotta be something.”

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The warmth in his chest swells and grows like a thundercloud, ready to rain on everything in its wake. Except, this isn’t a bad thing. He likes this, the feeling that Kori gives him, the feeling of security. It’s different, but in a good way. He keeps a hand on hers, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles just for the sake of making sure that this is real. That it isn’t a dream, and she’s here with him, telling him that she loves him, and making him feel happier than he has ever been in the past few months, or maybe, even, years.

“...I’m happy that I make you happy... Really, that’s all I could ask for...” He knows his words sound incredibly simple, but he means them. If he ever sees her unhappy, he knows that sometime is wrong, as she is a high-spirited soul that is normally the sunshine in the aftermath of a hurricane. “I promise, I’ll do anything I can to make sure you stay happy...” And he is determined to keep that promise.

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Kori is a ball of nerves as he begins to speak, keeping the rhythm of her fingers against his skin constant. She didn’t want to add any more kind of stress into his life, even if it’s as something as small as a constant application of pressure. However she’s set at ease as he begins to speak, the slow realization that maybe… Just maybe Jason Todd had feelings for her too.

“I am.. Overjoyed that I may provide such feelings of security and happiness for you as well, Jason.” Leaning in, she presses another quick kiss to his lips. Koriand'r can’t seem to keep her hands off of him as more blood rushes to her face, resting her forehead against his and closing her eyes. “I am so very pleased that you seem to return my affection.” She purrs out softly. “There would be no greater pleasure than providing such wonderful emotions for you daily.” It hadn’t been a ‘yes’, not exactly. But it was a start and she couldn’t ask for more.

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He licks his lips for about the umpteenth time. His feelings for Koriand’r are all of the same that she has for him. He doesn’t want to lose her. She’s absolutely wonderful, perhaps perfect, in his eyes, and he doesn’t want to trouble her with everything that he has going on. 

He practically melts to her touch, green eyes relaxed and mouth parted. “Kori, I...” He doesn’t know what to say. He has never been told before what she has told him, by any person, ever. Maybe it’s because that he’s never actually been in a romantic relationship before. Or, at least, he’s never had a romantic relationship that has been built off of a friendship, and that has had a chance of lasting. “...You make me happy, too, happier than ever... And you make me feel okay. Like everything is going to be okay... I don’t want to leave you or lose you, either...” That may drive him insane. But he still hasn’t given her a direct answer yet. “...I think... I think you’re the first person who’s ever really made me feel like this in a while... Secure. Happy. Genuinely... happy.”

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A shiver runs down her spine as he continues to play with her hair, leaning up into his touch. Jason had been such a comfort, she couldn’t imagine not being by his side. Whether it be romantically or simply as a friend. She wanted to support him no matter what. Glancing at his lips, she leans down to kiss him again as eyes flutter shut.

It’s a quicker one this time, pulling away before he has much time to react. “Jason Todd.” She clears her throat softly as not to attract more attention than they already were. Her hands move to cup his face gently, thumbs running over his cheekbones as she looks him over. “I think you are wonderful. You make me happy, and these… ‘butterflies in my stomach’ as I have so heard the saying go. I do not want to push these feelings aside, and I respect your decision whatever it may be.”

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He looks at her for a moment, trying to make sure that his mind hasn’t deceived him, and that she is really asking if he would like to go on a date with her. Him? And Kori? But hasn’t she always flirted with... He then shakes his head and focuses on her, as clearly, she’s focusing on him.

He then licks his lips, staring into her eyes. He has so many problems that he has going on with him, he doesn’t want to pull her into the mess that he calls his life. He continues to run his fingers through her hair in thought. “Kori, I...” He looks up at her, lips parted. “It’s not a matter of you being a good partner for me... I’m worried that I wouldn’t be able to be a good partner for you...” You’re so perfect and I’m so messed up. 

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Leaning into his touch, she can’t help but smile bigger. Kori loves the feeling of his fingers in her hair- soothing, and gentle. She could get used to it. “Yes, I would not mind kissing you again. Perhaps one of the next times it could be on a date? I think I would like that,” She purrs out as her cheeks flush a darker pink. She wasn’t one to hide her feelings nor go after what she wanted.

But she had learned not to come off as too… Too ‘much’ as someone had once said. Perhaps she had done an overabundance of the 'much’ this time as well. Taking his free hand in hers, she laces their fingers together, studying the way they fit together before looking up to him. “If you would be interested. I realize I may not be an ideal partner at this time, Jason.”

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His wariness is matched by her own, though she masks it under a leather coat and a hard exterior. She keeps the ones she trusts close to her vest, Babs and Ollie, rarely anyone else. It’s not even like she completely trusts Helena, even if she wants to. Who knows, maybe she wants to trust him, too. “Sounds about right for the Bat. If you ever want to talk about it…”

She wants to say that she’s not some rehab center, but she’s been through plenty of tough spots. Some more than just tough. An injured soul, she focuses only on the job.”Yeah, sounds like we’ll get along fine.”

He purses his lips under his helmet in thought, and then the reminder that he’s still not shown his face to his new (technically) partners in crimefighting comes across his mind. He would take it off now, but there are people who could possibly see. And he doesn’t really want to take it off. “I’d rather keep that to myself.” He replies.

“Well... at least for now.” He’s already burned that bridge, or, at least, he’s tried.

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“I agree,” She purrs out. Her hands don’t leave from where they are, one cupping his face and the other resting in his hair. Nuzzling affectionately, Kori isn’t afraid to snuggle up closer to him. Her food is forgotten at this point, in her own little world- just the two of them. He’s cool against her skin and she presses a kiss to his strong jawline.

“I would not mind doing it more often,” She laughs softly as it slips past her lips without truly thinking it through. Color showing on her cheeks she pulls back after another moment to let him breathe without her right in his face. Kori didn’t want to be overbearing, but she didn’t exactly want to part either. Brushing hair behind her ear she offers a bright albeit shy smile. She didn’t even know if he would want that. What exactly he wanted. What she did know was that the kiss was nice, and he was wonderful, and Kori couldn’t deny the particularly warm feeling in her chest and the butterflies in her stomach.

He takes a deep and relaxed breath, eyes looking forward in thought. She’s soft and calm, and he keeps quiet, a finger still running through her ruby red locks. As she snuggles in closer, he licks his lips and slowly tilts his head towards her out comfort. He can feel the gazes of a few nosy strangers on him and Koriand’r, but he doesn’t say anything. He’ll only say something if she is disturbed.

At the words that she wouldn’t mind ‘doing it more often,’ or kissing him again, he processes, he then blushes. “You mean, like...” He can’t finish the sentence. Making out again? Going out like this again? Come on, Jason, you can say it. “...doing that, again?” Dammit. There is a reason that he never really suited well during the parties and balls that Bruce would bring him along to attend, in those days where Jason wasn’t technically a zombie. He then takes his mind off of that and he switches back to Kori. “I....” Say it. “I’d like that.” Finally.

Pizza Time

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“I think Helena would have you believe Starling is some kind of rehab for people that have pissed off Batman,” she states plainly, tugging down the zipper of her leather jacket as she casts a glance back at her new teammate. There’s one little bit of last night’s meeting that sticks with her: the way he reacted to Helena crying exile. Her lips purse as she turns to fully face him. There are things she wants to know, but many more that she doesn’t want to. 

“It’s not like that, though. Ollie and I aren’t here to babysit anyone. I don’t care if you’ve got some kind of reputation. Just no one else gets hurt, right?”

It’s not that he doesn’t trust her or dislikes her. It has nothing to do with her, or the city, or the task at hand. He’s guarding himself again to new people, and that, unfortunately, makes it look like he’s coarse and rough. ...Which he is, but not to such an extent. “It’s not that I... ‘pissed off’ Batman.” He then replies, crossing his arms with an exhale. “It’s more like he pissed me off.”

“And I don’t like being babysat, so I think we’ll get along just fine, right?” Just that no-one else gets hurt. Just like she said. Hopefully she means only innocents and not the scum let loose on the streets.

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Of course she wanted to, she thought to herself as her lips pull up into a small smile at his words. There was nothing more that she wanted in the moment than to kiss him. He was right though, even if she didn’t voice it aloud. She wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the universe, especially if Jason Todd was at her side.

Leaning closer, she parts her lips and tilts her head to the right as emerald eyes close. It isn’t her first kiss by any means, but her first with Jason, and… That made it special. A quick bump of her nose against his ellicits a small giggle as she moves to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth before she moves to catch his lips with her own. Kori drags her teeth along his lower lip before sucking gently. He tastes like his alcohol but she doesn’t mind, in fact it’s particularly sweet when on his lips. She hopes he doesn’t mind her lipgloss, she thinks lazily while moving a hand from cupping his face up to run through his hair with nails dragging along his scalp. If there’s one thing Koriand'r isn’t shy about, it’s PDA.

His cheeks going from pink to red, Jason is, at first, taken aback. She’s warm. And not just in the feverish, blushing kind of way. He forgot that Kori is like a solar battery. She is like the sun. And he likes her that way.

At her giggle, he smiles. He then leans slightly forward, mainly letting her take a lead of sorts. He won’t admit it, but he’s always awkward during these kind of things. Even if it’s just a simple kiss between him and a girl he trusts. Her lips are sweet, like lip gloss and lemonade. A hand running through her hair, once they part, he smiles. “That felt... really nice.” He’s completely awkward. A beautiful girl kisses you and all you can say is ‘that felt nice?’ Really?

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The gun isn’t an issue any longer as it hits the pavement, the disorientation of her cry throwing the thug off his game. She’s on him in an instant, the corner of her mouth twisting in a cocky grin as she focuses on the Red Hood, both fists curled in the thug’s shirt. “––– Told ya so.”

“Ha ha, so funny, Red Hood got affected by a canary scream. Big deal.” He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “I’ll build up a resistance eventually.”