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batarella · 4 years ago

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I Don’t Hate You - Part 13 (Jason x Reader)

13 might be an unlucky number but there’s a good amount of fluff and smut here folks! Still there’s angst (can’t escape it now) and finally! Reader meets Bruce, Dick, and Alfred!

I’d like to thank these wonderful people for providing me the ideas and dialogue I needed to make Bruce and Dick as utterly annoying and embarrassing as I possibly could.

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WORDS: 7038 WARNINGS: ANGST. FIRST TIME SEX. ORAL SEX FEMALE RECEIVING. EMBARRASSING DAD BRUCE. EMBARRASSING OLDER BROTHER DICK.

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I DON’T HATE YOU - MASTERLIST

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Then

Well.

At least he could talk to you now without it becoming a screaming match.

But each time he comes home without getting to kiss you more than just a little peck, tell you how much he loved you without you saying it back like it was beaten and forced out of your mouth, or even just to hear you laugh with him all day over the stupidest things, it was depressing. Just yesterday you kissed his cheek without him having to ask you for it, or lean in to do it himself. You didn’t smile much, you hadn’t for the past few days. But every time he hopes things would get better.

Many times, he thought it wouldn’t. And it was his fault a lot of the time, as well. You’d say a snide remark and he’d say something back. Next thing he knew you were both screaming at each other again, take another few hours off before one of you calls and apologizes. He knew none of the fights mattered much at all. He knew it all stemmed from you knowing he was hiding something and him never giving in.

He couldn’t give in. Then, he’d be forced to let you go. That was never going to happen.

But this… this? This wasn’t how he ever thought things were going to be. For the most part, things got better. But not good enough for him to be as happy as he always had been with you.

He wanted to hold you while you’d place your head snuggly into his neck, feeling you breathe into him and your mouth curving up when it placed gentle kisses into his skin. He wanted you to reassure him that you weren’t going to leave, that you still loved him just as deeply as he was always going to love you, that no fight was ever going to change that. He needed to touch you, physically love you. He wasn’t much of a shower of his emotions but when it came to needing that sort of love for himself, he was pretty selfish. He was probably just being a needy child, but he wanted that from you. Too many days have passed.

He wasn’t so sure this would work. It probably will, or not. You never actually brought it up before and when Bruce mentioned it, he could only think of the million different ways how it was definitely going to go wrong.

But he didn’t have much of a choice anymore. And he thought, just maybe, if you felt close to his family, you’d trust him again and things would go back to normal.

So, despite every end of his nerves pushing him out of the way, he managed to ask you to dinner at Wayne Manor, with Bruce, Dick, and Alfred meeting you for the very first time. And surprisingly, without a fight, you agreed. You didn’t sound so excited, or afraid, or even nervous at all. In fact, you seemed pretty confident. That was good, of course. He was going to need that confidence to rub off on him.

You looked absolutely radiant. Your hair flowing to your shoulders, your usual long-sleeved black dress and some red high heels for a pop of color. You looked relaxed enough to make his own nerves calm. And when he saw you, he couldn’t help his smile.

You locked the door to the apartment behind you, and when you walked down the steps, your skirt fluttered in the air. Good idea not to bring his bike.

Then you walked right in front of him, your hands in front of you. And you saw him smiling like a lunatic, head bashfully craned down and his hands stuck to his pockets.

“You look beautiful.”

You bit both your lips. “Shut up.”

He took too much of his time staring at you. At your hair, your face, how you started to blush like on your first few dates when things were still awkward and new between you two. You looked down at the ground.

He can waste a few more minutes.

Jason took a step closer to you, slowly grabbed your face and let you lean into him with those wanting, wideset eyes, then he kissed you.

His hair started sticking to his skin from the beads of sweat starting to pour down despite the cold, and your lips, how he missed the way you were so delicate with them mixed with the neediness of your tongue. He missed your scent, the feel of your hair in his fingers.

But you pulled away too soon, pressing your forehead. Your smile looked sad, just as tired as you had been. And his heart sank.

“We should go…” you said, pulling his arms away from you. Reluctantly, he agreed.

When you reached the manor, going up the stairs from the garages, he bumped the side of your shoulder. Jason took your hand, entangled your fingers between his own, then placed a kiss to the back of your hand.

But then you took your hand away from him. “Do you think I’ll do okay?”

He was so tired of you rejecting his touches.

“You’ll do great. You’re perfect,” he said.

You did that roll in your eyes you often did when you blushed. And he watched the look on your face when you walked over to the manor’s entrance, your jaw dropping at just the foyer.

“Alfred! We’re here!”

Your eyes went from the grand staircase to the tall butler sweeping in from the dining area. He had a piece of cloth around his arm, and when he both saw you, he slightly bowed.

“Y/N, this is our butler Alfred. Alfred, Y/N.”

You looked so pretty when you smiled like that, and when you shook Alfred’s hand, he was staring at you all giddy.

“So lovely to meet you,” Alfred said. “I’ll take your coat. Dinner will be ready in just a moment.”

“Thank you so much,” you kindly said.

“FINALLY, YOU’RE HERE! Y/N!!!”

At the sound of that very familiar voice of a grown man with a mind of a screaming five-year old child, Jason squeezed the bridge of his nose. Dick Grayson came running down from the staircase, dressed casually but smart in a collared shirt and jeans.

You definitely had that widening in your eyes most women often had the first time they see his brother, but it was subtle. You smiled back at him when Dick practically slid over to you, arms outstretched.

“Come on. I’m not about to give our little Jaybird’s girlfriend just a handshake.”

You laughed and naturally gave him a hug. Jason rolled his eyes. You were smiling brighter at that moment than you had the rest of the day. And when Dick did that light sway while holding you, Jason audibly scoffed.

“Jay,” Dick placed his hand on his shoulder. “She’s even more beautiful than you said she was.”

You blushed, but this time you were looking at him. Jason smiled back at you when your eyes locked onto each other for a moment longer.

“I can't believe it’s almost been a year since you got together,” Dick said.

“I know. Seems like yesterday,” Jason made sure to catch that little flustered smile when you laughed and bit your lip.

“Awe,” Dick cooed. “You guys are ADORABLE.”

Your eyes went over to the ground, smiling, and when Jason was sure you wouldn’t see, he elbowed Dick’s stomach hard enough to make him flinch but not enough to make you hear it.

“Come on,” Dick ruffled Jason’s hair. “Have a seat.”

You all went to the living area where the fireplace was set up and burning just for the occasion. Bruce thought it would be good to make the place a bit homier and more welcoming. Jason thought it was over the top and completely unnecessary. Him being worried you making a good impression? Not even a little. Him worrying about Dick embarrassing you to death or Bruce trying way too hard to be a dad? A thing of his nightmares.

The fireplace was a good example. He made sure it was turned off when he left. And only now did he let out a groan too soft for you to hear when you stepped in and took a seat with the place smelling like coal and burnt wood.

You and Jason sat on the long love seat and Dick on the arm chair. He leaned over, asking you all about yourself, to which you happily responded as if the conversation wasn’t at all uncomfortable. Thankfully, it wasn’t. So far so good.

You spoke so calmly, so reserved, and he could feel you starting to enjoy your time here. And by god, he couldn’t stop staring at you the whole time you spoke. You noticed it, of course. Each time you finished talking you started scrunching your nose at him playfully, and he’d smile, chin on his arm looking at you like you were just the best thing in the whole world. Even with Dick talking, Jason couldn’t help placing his arm on your waist, just to be closer to you. And you leaned back. Not totally, trying not to make Dick look uncomfortable, but you tensed a little, especially when he squeezed your waist. He heard you clear your throat.

“You know,” Dick said. “Jason barely talks to us about his feelings.”

Jason rolled his eyes again.

“But, let me tell you, this guy’s definitely lucky to have you. And does he know it. Mentions you more times than he even notices.”

You couldn’t possibly have been surprised, but you laughed lightly, trying to smile. You didn’t look at him, but he felt you let out a sigh and your body started to tense even more.

He sadly looked down, and when you inched away, he took his hand away from your waist like he felt it break.

But then his eyes trailed behind you, at the entry way. “Bruce.”

That was when you stood stiff and brushed off the creases on your dress. Jason stood with you, hand behind your back to sooth you with his thumb. Bruce walked in, with a suit he often wears to work, then walked over to you two.

“Bruce. This is Y/N.”

“Evening, Mr. Wayne…”

“Call me Bruce.” He stretched out his hand, and you took it and shook it firmly. “Lovely to finally meet you. I’ve been meaning to for quite some time.”

“Me too. It’s such a pleasure to have me at your home.”

“Pleasure’s all mine.”

Okay. Not bad. Only four sentences in and he hasn’t said anything that made him want to jump out the window. Progress.

“Dinner is served, sir.” Alfred was at the door, arms outstretched to the dining area. You all walked in and Jason pulled out a seat for you.

The food was good. You were seated beside him, Bruce at the far end, and Dick right across him. You ate as you spoke, so reserved and polite. If you were like this everyday, no one would recognize you.

“Where do you plan to go for college, Y/N?” Bruce said.

“Jason actually helped me with the decision. I’m taking music at Gotham College of the Arts.”

“Ah. Good choice. Jason tells me you play the violin.”

There it was. It starts here. He told Bruce that you sang. Plenty of times. And that you played the piano and guitar sufficiently. Man with an IQ of 192 can't remember that simple piece of information.

“No, actually,” you laughed it off. “I sing.”

“Dammit, Jay, you struck gold with this one.” Dick took a massive bite out of his fork.

The mashed potatoes in front of him probably could make him suffocate if he tried.

“Thank you,” you smiled.

“That is impressive. We’d love to hear you sing some time. On one of our parties, maybe you could sing for us. My son’s girlfriend. The people would love that.”

“Okay.” Jason reached over the other end of the table to end the conversation. “Let’s not make her uncomfortable.”

“It’s alright. I would love to.”

More talk about the future, college, deliberately roasting the hell out of Jason with the three of you ganging up on him. If you didn’t look like you actually had fun, he would have stuck his fork down his thigh just to level the pain.

“Let me ask, do you know any martial arts of any sort?”

Fuck.

“Uhm,” you said. “No, I actually don’t.”

“Well, I see you have strong ankles, good build, and your handshake back there felt strong. Your arms look like you pack a good punch. And you're calm. Reserved. You should think about doing some training-”

“Bruce. Pass the orange juice.”

“Your glass is still full, Jason.”

Jason hurriedly gulped down the entirety of his glass. “Now it’s not.”

Bruce thought nothing of it and passed it to Jason. You shifted in your seat, but you were still smiling. Softly, he ran placed his hand on your thigh to soothe you.

A few moments of silence. Bitter. Cold. But better than anything else, he guessed.

“Now,” Bruce said, finishing up his food. “What are your intentions with my son?”

A large spat of juice spurted out of Jason’s nose and mouth, and he quickly wiped it off with his napkin. “Mother-“

“Jason, you and I haven’t exactly had that talk. And I want to make sure both of you know what you're doing.”

“Who needs some more yams!?” Dick interrupted.

“Bruce. We are not talking about this.”

“I just want to know if you both are doing it properly and safely-“

You didn’t even look as uncomfortable as he was. You were trying so hard to bite off your laughter. Jason, on the other hand, just had the strength to talk through the juice he was tasting in his nostrils.

“You are both eighteen, now I’m not saying it isn’t allowed but-“

“Sir. More wine.” Alfred butted in.

There has never been so much chaos in a single room. It was like watching his own house burn in a fire and only getting to watch it outside, realizing he doesn’t have insurance and that his dog was still there and he couldn’t do anything to save him.

“I’m done eating. Come on Y/N. I’ll take you to the music room.”

“Is that what you kids call it these days!?” Dick burst into laughter.

Someday, he was going to murder his own family. In their sleep. Making sure they were looking straight into his eyes.

He overheard them as they walked up the stairs.

“Sir, I recommend less alcohol the next time the boys bring in a friend.”

“Leave the door open, Jason!” Bruce called out to him.

Jason closed his eyes, imagined a white sandy beach with just you and him to calm his muscles so tense they were on the brink of explosion. You weren’t bothered at all, though. You were blushing, but when you were alone upstairs, you started laughing.

“Not funny.”

“Totally funny. I thought that guy was as stiff as a rock.”

“Bruce is only not embarrassing at moments when it doesn’t even matter.”

“Oh god,” you sighed, clutching your stomach. “I fucking love your family.”

You. Laughing. Holding and squeezing his arm so tightly. Then he took in the sound of your voice, so raw and genuine, holding back the rise in your pitch that usually happens when you were like this. This was what he wanted.

He decided to just shrug off his god-awfully embarrassing family and focus on you. At least it made you this happy.

“They love you, too. Too much.” He scoffed.

“Where’s the music room?”

“We’re not going there. I’m taking you somewhere else.”

“Oh,” you quirked up an eyebrow. “Where would that be?”

“It’s a place I found the first night I ran away from home. I came out this window right here. You can't go there from the main entrance.”

Another set of stairs down the hallway. He held your hand. “Slow down, Todd. I’m wearing heels.”

“Might I say you look fucking fantastic in them,” he winked.

“I’m the same height as you now, Jay. And these heels aren’t even that high,” you laughed.

“I don’t mind.”

A window at the far end. He opened it, swung his leg over then helped you on your feet. Then there was a wide plane of grass, empty from being at the far-left side of the manor, then Jason led you to a part of the fence that hadn’t been charged with voltage enough to incapacitate a man. He held it open, the earthy musk filling his nose with the sense of adventure he yearned for with you, then when you were out of the vicinity, he helped you walk through the bushes and grass, with trees high above you and some debris on the ground.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

It was actually not as near as he thought. Maybe it was because you walked much slower. But he enjoyed it, nevertheless. You were happier now, and it was the best sight to see since the day he met you. He held your hand tight, and you placed your other hand on his bicep. You were shivering. Thank god, it wasn’t snowing.

Walking through the forest, you looked up.

“Look,” you said. “Stars.”

He smiled before turning to your rosy cheeks and perfectly delicate lashes on your cheeks. “I know. We’re far enough from the city to see them.”

The leaves crinkling beneath his feet, he kissed your hand, and you kissed his back. You started leaning against his shoulder.

“Wow,” you said. “Is that a church?”

“A small chapel. Barely enough seats inside to sit fifteen people. But just look inside.”

You’d definitely compare this to one of your favorite movies, and he loved how much your face lit up at the spookiest things even he’s sometimes afraid of. The chapel, used to be white, was now a darkening pile of wood, barely safe enough to go into. There was a small, bronze bell at the top, a cross above the door, and even with the building itself not being so wide, its ceiling was tall enough to have a large circular stained glass just beneath the roof.

There was nothing else around it at all. Not even a cemetery. It was just by itself, being eating by the vines on the ground, and its roof was so rusted and brown that he could smell the staleness from where he was standing. To add to the creepiness, it was surrounded by trees enough to be completely dark, but with the flashlight from his phone, you could see everything. It was beautiful. You didn’t shake or feel scared at all. You smiled more the closer you stepped in.

“I think this used to be here all the way back to the wild west times.”

“Jason, this is amazing.”

The church pews were too broken to sit on, scattered on the sides of the floor. The altar was also completely hallowed out except for a small wooden table, a cross in the middle almost half his size, and a vase below it, probably to hold flowers.

Something he didn’t expect, but was so glad for, the moon was right above the stained glass, and from how brightly it shone, there was a single string of light, big enough to fill a large spot right in the center of the chapel’s aisle. He turned off the light of his phone.

Still standing by the door, you walked inside and stood right under that light.

Then you looked back at him, smiling so brightly and perfectly he swore the world moved just a bit slower so he’d catch every detail on your face.

Just you, in an empty, abandoned church. He placed his hands in his pockets with him unknowingly smiling at you so much his face started to hurt. You looked at him, then up at the stained glass, where you stayed for a long while just mesmerized by the light.

It hit your face just as perfectly as he’d envision. Your cheekbones were up in a smile, your dress staying still from the lack of wind. You looked so peaceful and seamless. Your eyes so wide, your nose crinkling from the dust, your hair so delicately laying on your back. All the emptiness in him, and every other feeling other than the slow, overwhelming warmth that came with a twisting in his ribs, he ignored it.

You were everything he wished for. Nothing he expected.

And just like that, Jason fell in love with you exactly like he did the first time.

Jason took his phone, then his earphones and plugged it in, scrolling for a song. He slowly walked over to you, and you took steps to close your distance between you and him.

He placed one earbud to his left ear and the other to your right.

Tell me, tell me that you want me

And I'll be yours completely, for better or for worse

I know, we'll have our disagreements

Be fighting for no reason, I wouldn't change it for the world

You had to catch your breath the moment you listened in to the lyrics. The words made you choke, even more when he took your hands, trailing his palms down your arms and placing them around his neck. He held your waist so delicately, then started to sway.

You make my heart feel like it's summer

When the rain is pouring down

You make my whole world feel so right when it's wrong

That's how I know you are the one

That's why I know you are the one

You had your eyes closed, and finally, finally, you leaned in to him without a chance at letting go. You swayed with him so naturally, your body felt one. He closed his eyes as well and basked in your warmth, your scent. The light was starting to fade, standing in the middle of the only source.

Life is easy to be scared of

With you I am prepared for what is yet to come

'Cause our two hearts will make it easy

Joining up the pieces, together making one

Your head slipped to his side so your cheek touched his. It felt warmer that way. He felt closer. You looked behind him, stuck your nose to his ear. You controlled your breaths before everything started crashing into you like a maniacal bus. You weren’t about to cry. Not even when your chest was twisting so much that it hurt. It was all so beautiful. Nothing that you thought wouldn’t overwhelmed you.

He kissed your cheek, and his lips stayed there indefinitely. You breathed in, pulled him even closer into your arms while still keeping your light swaying. He held you so close. And if it wasn’t just you, you could have sworn you felt a tear fall down to your shoulder. His tear. He held your waist tighter but still kept with his swaying. “I’m so sorry…”

“Shh…”

When we are together you make me feel like my mind is free

And my dreams are reachable, oh oh oh oh

You know I never ever believed in love or believed one day

That you would come along

And free me

He slightly pulled back and kissed you, so gently in the lips. You still held him as close to you as you could. The words. The dust flying about in the room. Nothing has ever felt so calm. The beating in the song, it matched the beating of his heart. Jason stopped swaying now and started holding the back of your head, never letting you slip from his hold.

You didn’t this time. You kissed him back just as equally wanting as he was. And he felt that love. The love he yearned too much from you.

That's why I know you are the one

That's how I know you are the one

A love you’d never trade for anything. A love you’d always come back to no matter what. A love you never wanted to give up on, no matter how much life convinced you things weren’t about to get better. Even when the song ended, he held you, kept kissing you, and you weren’t about to count the minutes for it to end. This night. Nothing was going to end.

You wanted to beat yourself up for everything that happened, to let those days go to waste, sulking and letting your pride take the best of you. Oh, how he changed you, and so much for the better. Because now, you were going to let yourself lose. You were willingly going to put everything aside for him. Because no matter what, it all ends up boiling down to him.

Everything. He was everything. He was the stars. He was the trees. He was the soil beneath and the song you listened to. Jason was everything to you. And nothing, not even you, will get in the way between you being happily cradled in his arms.

“Happy Anniversary,” Jason whispered to your ear.

You were crying now. Definitely. With the clock striking 12, you’ve been with Jay for a year. The best year of your life. You kissed him again.

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He took you home later than anticipated. But you weren’t complaining. You just never wanted that rush of happiness and peace to end. He parked his car, held your hand even when it was just a small walk to your apartment, and when you reached the door, he kissed you again under the lamppost.

You giggled when he bit onto your lip, and with your arms around him, you pressed your noses together.

“Wanna stay over?” you winked.

You swore you heard Jason squeal. “Really?”

“Really,” you ran a hand down his chest. “It’s our anniversary. Let’s spend it right.”

“And your parents?”

“Dad isn’t here. Mom’s asleep.”

Feeling his hand further down your back, you kissed him again. “Come on.”

Jason nodded far too enthusiastically and you both kept your laughs as quiet as you could when you held hands walking into the apartment.

He closed the door behind him, then locked it. Taking your coats and shoes off, you laughed when Jason suddenly held your waist and slammed the both of you onto the bed.

You didn’t care about anything else any longer. You were there. Jason was there. You giggled. You straddled his hips. He kissed you until your lips were numb. You gripped on his hair. He couldn’t stop grinning. You couldn’t stop laughing.

You rolled around the bed for hours you didn’t count. Soft. Happy. Just as it was. You never felt so light hearted, so warm, yet enjoyed the coolness that ran through your skin where his body wasn’t touching.

He was flat on the bed, and you on top of him. His hands were on your waist, trailing down your back until he reached your ass. When he squeezed, you gasped and bit his lip, and this time, you didn’t move his hands away.

You mewled into his lips when he squeezed harder, moving your dress up so slowly and delicately you wouldn’t have noticed until his hot palms were massaging your bare ass. When you grinded into him, his grip tightened even further until his nails were digging into your flesh.

You sat up, and with his glistening eyes, mouth parted to let his tongue seep out, he watched you like you were a goddess.

You pulled on the hem of your dress, up off your arms and threw it across the room.

He looked adorable, gulping and flushing red at the sight of you. But he also looked like he was holding himself back from absolutely devouring you. He marveled over your body, eyes all over every inch of your now exposed skin. He licked his lips, practically drooling over the bed. His hands went up your hips, lingering up and down your waist, and with your hold, you led him up to your breasts.

Jason groaned and you felt him harden beneath you. You grinded, and the friction of his jeans against your thin panties, it was amazing. He let you roll your hips again, taking in your flushed skin and raw state. Wanting more, more of him, you pulled on his shirt and he sat up to help you get it off him.

Skin against skin, you moaned just at your body warmth being so pressed closely against each other. His lips were all over you. Your neck. Your lips. Your chest. Your shoulders. Your collarbone. Your lips again. Your cheek. Your breasts.

“Fuck…” you heard him whisper, and you realized his fingers were doing their best to take your bra off. Chuckling, you helped him.

And when he took it off, he looked like a ten-year old boy on his first-time watching porn. He kneaded your breasts, taking them in for a sweet, special moment, then you moaned your loudest when his lips wrapped around your nipple, gently nipping at them with his teeth, then circled his tongue around so much that his hot drool soaked down your skin.

Your hands were down to his jeans, taking his belt off. He pulled away and took them off for you, along with his underwear.

Drooling at the sight of his very hard cock, you held it in your hand. You’ve done this before. Jacked him off. But that was practically it. And now, as nervous as you were, you didn’t want to mess this up.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Jason breathed into your lips.

You nodded. “Yes… I’m ready. Are you?”

“Damn straight, I am.”

Laughing, he held your hand and guided you with your pumps, making it even harder as he raised his hips to thrust into your palm.

Biting into your neck, you pumped harder, now on your own, then you felt his own hand down your ass, reaching over to reach your clothed pussy from behind. You both moaned, and when you felt his fingers set your panties aside.

“Do you have-“

“Yeah… shit it’s in my wallet.”

You smiled and bit your nail while grinning as Jason pulled away from you, quickly raced to his jeans on the floor to get the condom from his wallet. “You’re a dork.”

Jason held the back of your head, kissed you, then pushed you onto the bed to let you lie on your back. He wasn’t in a hurry. You had the whole night. And you loved it. You threw your head back, spread your legs to let him settle between them, then his lips were back on your body.

Never have you felt so connected with anyone. And it was amazing. And you never felt so worshipped, so beloved. Jason suckled on your breasts, your hands an outlet by gripping ferociously onto his hair, then he kissed down your stomach, your navel, the patch of hair down there once he shrugged you off your panties. And when you felt the cool air brush against your clit, it was replaced by his tongue. “Fuck, you're wet.”

“Oh…” you screamed, mouth so rounded. Your head was at the edge of the bed, almost hanging, and you started seeing stars at just the mere sensation of Jason’s tongue on you. He wasn’t very skilled, yet, it felt good. Something so new, so wet and delicate and intimate. He lapped at your folds, and when he found your clit, he flicked his tongue over it.

“Jason…” you mewled, and he let you bring his head back to your level with just holding his hair. While you kissed all over his face, neck, and shoulders, he was looking down at his cock to put on the condom.

Lips on your cheek, breathing and whispering into your ear, your hands trailed down his back and settled on his rippling muscles.

Looking straight into your eyes, foreheads glued, you felt his fingers spread you apart, inserting into you to get you loosened up for him.

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” you gasped. Then his cock, so much thicker than his fingers, slid into your cunt. And at that, you felt one with him. You were one. You were one being.

Holding onto his shoulders, gripping so tight as you cried and felt yourself stretch around him, he hissed at the pain as well. “Fucking shit, you're so tight.”

“Fuck…” you moaned into his ear. You loved the pain, loved it so much you wanted to feel it over and over again. You loved the way he was inside you, pushing your walls apart. You loved it even more when he slightly shifted and felt him move inside you.

“Please, Jay…”

He kissed you to ease the pain, then he pulled back, he looked down and saw a bit of your blood on his cock and the sheets. “Shit…”

“It’s okay. Keep going.”

Lost in his eyes, he pushed back inside you, kissed you hard to conceal your gasps, then moved again. Again. Then again. You were biting into his shoulder, letting the surging buzz consume you. His hand went down to hold your ass, your thighs, he pushed them back so he could go in even deeper. “Oh!”

That’s when it started to feel really good. He gained his pace, though still a bit uneven and sloppy, it felt good nevertheless. You were trembling under him, and you bit onto his lips.

You flipped over. He grabbed your ass, you held his neck. Then you started slowly bouncing onto his cock. Moaning your name, Jason caught your nipple in his teeth and you threw your head back.

All this just felt so unreal. You knew you were gonna have sex soon enough. But this? You could ignore the awkward. The mistakes. The cursing. The nerves. You just felt him, opening you up and showing you a whole new kind of love that made you feel so cherished and other-worldly. He held your hips, thrusted up to you to hit it even deeper. And as he did that, his thumb went over to your clit.

“Fuck! Yes, Jason!” you screamed. The bed was rocking, hitting the wall. You put your hand against it to keep you from falling over, but the mind-blowing surges were shooting up all over your limbs and you couldn’t even sit yourself straight up. But he held you. So tightly, he did.

One with him. All of him. You wanted everything that he was. Hands all over his body, lips where you could touch, you wanted every part of him and never did you want this to stop. You weren’t chasing anything. You just wanted him whole. You wanted this to last and feel him all night. And god, was it hot, feeling your ass slap his skin, his cock throbbing inside you. And the way he was holding you, looking at you to make sure you felt just as fucking amazing as he was, you clenched around him.

You were feeling something build up your core, down there where the shivers started to overtake. You held it off the best you can, but then Jason came first. He tightened around you, holding your body so hard you were going to bruise. He moaned your name over and over, into your ear, and the feel of his breath tickling your neck sent the hairs at the back of your neck stand. Mixed with the everything else going on, you wanted to explode.

And before his high ended, he slammed into you so good and fast, you instantly came apart.

An orgasm like this felt so much deeper, like it came from all the way inside you in places you’d never otherwise reach. And it was all over you, all over your limbs. So uncontrollably overwhelming, and the best part was, it came from him. Jason. Fuck, this was the best thing ever.

You both fell flat on the bed, panting. You were on top of him, on his chest, and with the last of his strength, he pulled you closer and placed a kiss on your head.

It took a while for the high to subside. When it did, Jason threw the condom into a nearby trash can and pulled out your blanket to wrap both of you around it. You snuggled into his chest.

“I love you…” you said into his ear.

Grinning so wide, Jason pulled you closer. “I love you.”

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Now

You didn’t tell the therapist everything, but you told her enough.

“So you made up after that fight after all?”

You nodded. “After a few days, yes. I met his family, he made sure our anniversary was memorable, and at that moment, I loved him more than ever.”

The therapist leaned over, letting you take a moment to smile sadly at that memory. Until now, you could still feel his arms around your naked body, cuddled while the first snowfall of the year happened outside.

You remembered how at that moment, all you thought about was how you had so much hope for things to finally get better, just like it always was. That everything in front of you would be nothing but pure happiness and utter carelessness, mess around with your boyfriend, have a blast and enjoy your youth.

You knew, deep in your heart, that bad things were inevitable, but at that time you thought it were only from fights, the normal like. The kind you were used to. The kind that was expected. You knew it wasn’t always going to be perfect. But you’d do it all over again. Just like the song you danced to said in that beautiful night at the chapel. Over and over again. That was what you hoped for.

But you never thought that the absolute worst thing you ever could have thought of ended up being what happened.

“I really did forgive him after that.”

“But?”

“But…”

You felt your heart shatter at the thought of how that memory turned out to be one of the last good ones. Like a moment in time you wished had just stopped there, frozen forever. You desperately wanted to go back, relieve that happiness that seemed so everlasting even when it wasn’t.

Maybe, in a way, it was everlasting, because you could play that memory so easily recalled from the back of your mind.

Gripping your own thighs, you breathed.

“That was also the night I found out where he got those bruises…”

She looked intrigued, pulling out her notebook. “It seems this reason brings you anger.”

“At first, it did…”

“What was it?”

You were going to have to lie. Thankfully, you thought this through the moment you decided to be here.

“He runs away from home a lot. And when he does, he goes back to his old neighborhood for… things he hadn’t settled yet since before he was adopted by Bruce. A lot of thugs live there. And they know who he is. Sometimes just a light punch in the gut. Sometimes he gets beaten down.”

She wasn’t allowed to react judgingly, but you saw her look at you differently when you mentioned that. “I see…”

“I found out about it when he left the room and saw him turn to his old street from out my window.”

“Did he know? That you found out?”

You looked down at your hands. “No…”

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Then

You were woken up by light kisses down your face. You smiled, humming to his lips. But when you woke up finding it was still dark, Jason already dressed and standing over your bed, you sat up.

“You’re leaving?”

“I have to go, okay? Bruce is looking for me. I’ll be back after lunch tomorrow.”

You didn’t want him to leave. You pouted, holding his hand refusing to let go. He just laughed and kissed your eyelids. “I’ll be back before you wake up in the morning, then. You won't notice I’m gone.”

“Fine.” You leaned back on the bed. Giving you one last kiss to your face, he walked over to the door.

You smiled at him, and he smiled back. he left the room with your heart so light and happy and everything you yearned for with him.

But you weren’t able to go back to sleep. You just lied there on your empty bed, seeing the light outside coming to a light purple. Your legs were aching. Your whole body was throbbing. Sex was fucking amazing. You definitely wanted another round when he comes back tomorrow.

Grabbing your dress, you pulled it on and went out to get a glass of water. All that panting made you wake up extremely thirsty.

Then, you opened the window of your fire exit to let in some air. Drinking from your glass, you watched the dim sky and the lights of the city shining against it.

A figure. At the far-off rooftop.

You squinted your eyes and leaned over the window.

It was jumping around, leaping from one roof to another. He was in a hurry. It was a man. No. A boy?

And with the sky giving you enough light, you saw red and yellow on his suit. And a cape on his back. You saw him fire something from his hand, then he shot up to a rooftop.

Robin?

Bewildered, you watched in awe.

You’ve never seen him in action before. Just in news articles from photographers at night trying their best to have a good picture of him, which they almost never do.

He moved so quickly. And he was getting closer. Close enough for you to notice his movements and his hair.

A head of black hair, bouncing as he moved, it reminded you of the way it did when Jason-

No.

No…

The glass in your hand broke into thousands of shards when it met the ground.

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