It was in the subtext of the conversation that urges you both do be more daring. Obvious. It was so obvious. It was there, you both knew it, you both felt it. And yet you didn't reach out or make the move. It's like you're dating already, with the little touches Jason leaves on your back and the way you graze his arm. Jason wouldn't openly call you his girlfriend and vice versa, but it's there. In a way, you are together, without the labels but with the "I love you"s.
This is proven after you were (reluctantly) pulled into a circle of teenage girls gossiping about the other guests. You just want to go back to Jason, especially because most of the girls and stuck up and rich. Jason's staring at you wistfully and almost uncomfortably; he's also been approached by a businessman attempting to get closer to Bruce through his kids. You're about to make an excuse to leave when a voice perks up and a man elbows his way into the circle,"Um, excuse me, ladies."
Some of the girls drop into a curtsy with blushing faces, others stutter and whisper. This man makes his way to you, and you pale visibly at the flirtatious look in his eyes. He drops his hand to your back and guides you out of the circle,"You must be Ms. L/N, Bruce Wayne's protege?" He guesses. He flashes a dazzling smile as you stutter, awkwardly trying to get away,"Yeah, um, that's me..." He assumes this is you being flustered and his smile extends, thinking he's winning.
"Well, Ms. L/N, the cameras don't do your beauty justice." You guess he's some kind of royalty judging by the patches on his suit and the looks others are giving you,"You are so much more beautiful than I imagined." He compliments. Oh, so he's that kind of royalty."I'm Prince (Name) of (Country). It is an honor to meet you."
You breathe a sigh of relief when another hand curves around your waist. Jason doesn't bother with courtesy, which makes sense for Jason. Bluntly, he pulls you away from the prince, not breaking eye contact with him as he speaks to you,"Babe, there you are. I was just telling Roy about that one time you sat on my face." The Prince blushes angrily, suddenly mortified as Jason pulls you away.
"Sat on your face? Really?" You whisper. Jason chuckles in your ear, gently rubbing your back,"He made you uncomfortable, I returned the favor for you." Jason delivers, glancing back at the blushing prince with a smug expression. Regardless of how he did it, Jason did save you from the situation. Your smile is crooked when you gaze up at him,"Well, thank you, Jason." You sigh.
Jason kisses the side of your head,"No problem, dove."
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"Did you get me a present?" Jason teases, resting his elbow on the table and cupping his face. You tilt the birthday hat on his head so it's centered, swiping the cake off his cheek and licking it off your thumb,"Maybe I did." You retort,"Maybe I didn't."
Jason's eyes dance, reflecting the light like the ocean reflects sunshine. You lean over the table so you're facing him, crossing your arms and smiling. Jason gasps in fake hurt, flirtatiously cocking his head to the side,"Did you not get me anything?" He puts his free hand over his heart,"That hurts, dove."
The others are eating their cake in the dining room, and you hear their laughter echoing as someone makes a joke. Plates clink and cutlery shines. The presents around Jason are piled in an organized way, wrapping paper thrown away and gifts aligned in rows. The stars seemed to be aligned, too, if this is really happening.
You play along, pouting in mock-guilt as you swirl your finger around the table in meaningless designs,"I'm really, really sorry, Jay. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" You meet his gaze again, and he's so focused on you that you finally understand. They say that the world will stand still whenever your eyes meet. And it's true. You're suspended, floating; you're the only thing he finds interesting in this room, the only thing he wouldn't dare tear away from.
Jason licks his lips. He looks skyward, humming as he tries to come up with a solution like he hasn't already. He perks up, leaning closer to you,"Oh... I think I have something you could do to make me feel better, dove." You want here him say it, you want him to say those words that he said that night when everything felt alright. Because when he says those two words, everything does feel right. It makes everything alright.
"What can I do, Jason?" You lean closer, your hand flattening against the table's surface. The nickname still gets's you, still makes your heart pound. You know that he knows what he does to you when he says that name, because the smile finally reaches his eyes and alight them with mischief.
"I think you know." Jason says daringly. He's really dragging this out. But every moment only builds the meter you've created, rising every time his hand touches your waist and he calls you that name. It rises every time you call him after a nightmare and when you embrace him after knowing he's safe. Jason Todd is your ideal, and the moment you've dreamt of since he came back is here.
"No, no..." You shake your head minimally, not breaking the staring contest you've entered and never want to leave,"I don't think I do know." His hand rests over yours, and you're so close now his nose is skirting against your cheek."What can I do, Jason?" You whisper in his ear again.
Jason grins, and the action is so him it hurts to breathe. That mischievous smile before you break into action together, when you hug him and tell him how much you missed him, the part of him that's still the reckless Robin you fell in love with coming back into the light. You both pause, letting the breath hang there and the ambiance overtake you and then blur before your lives change. Jason's done with playing coy, and so are you.
"Kiss me." He pleads softly, with the passion of a thousand warriors fighting for their home, voiced at the level at which a butterfly's wing flutters.
And then the boundary of the table is gone and Jason is kissing you and you're kissing Jason. His lips are everything you've ever liked, blurred into an action and one motion. He's everything you've ever loved. His hair is silk between your fingers as nothing folds into everything. The heat of his breath against your cheek, his nose pressing into yours, his tongue rolling along your bottom lip. It's everything. He's everything.
"It's not that far of a fall, Y/N. But really, you don't need to worry. I'll catch you."
"Jason, it's okay to cry when you're with me. Crying isn't a weakness, it's just a way to get rid of all your negative emotions, so it's okay to cry. We'll cry together, my sweet Robin."
"He's right. I do follow you around, I do look at you in ways I shouldn't,"
"I want you behind me, Jason. I want you."
"My girl."
"I adore you.... I think I even love you, Robin."
"I know I love you, dove."
"I don't care about what they say about you. Jason, you're perfect."
"Kiss me."
You part barely far enough to be appropriate, cheeks aching from smiling and lips swollen from the best kiss of your lives. Taking heavy breaths, you smooth Jason's hair back into place, and he caresses your cheek with his thumb. He's still beaming when he says,"I love you, dove."
You cup his neck, planting a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth,"And I love you, my sweet Robin."
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Bonus:
Jason blinks slowly, the blush on his face reddening as his eyes darken,"I don't think that made up for you not getting me something on my birthday." Gaze half-lidded and smirk intact he adds,"But I think I know something else we can do that will definitely make me feel better." He teases.
You slap his arm and let out a cry of outrage, and Jason starts laughing hysterically."Shut up!" You yelled over Jason's cackling. He settles, giggling,"You know you want to, babe." Seeing the look on your face, Jason makes a mad dash for the door, laughing his ass off as you begin to chase after him.
"Get back here, TODD!"
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