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Three days. No word. The only reason that he even knows that you’re okay is that Cass and Dick have been keeping him posted. Jason knows that you need your space after his loss of temper, but it feels as though the past three days had been the longest, grayest, and stormiest days in Gotham history. Three days of lying in bed, his eyes puffy, throat raw, tangled in the covers that thankfully still smell like you, clinging to a picture of the two of you at the amusement park last month. His arm wrapped tightly around you, your lips meeting above the ridiculously sized stuffed lion squished between the two of you. He’d tried snuggling that same stuffed lion, but it wasn’t the same as holding you in his arms, where he could listen to you mumble in your sleep, press kisses to your soft skin, and if he was lucky, wake to you in a mood that left scratches down his back and clothes thrown across the room.
When the sun comes up, marking day four, he resolves to do everything he can to attempt to fix things. Once he’s washed away the tears and grime, he makes his way to Cass’s apartment, stopping only to buy your favorite flowers and croissants from your favorite bakery. When he knocks, he half expects to be turned away, yet Cass lets him in.
The first thing he notices, as you stare at the tv, is the silvery streaks of tears down your cheeks. It takes all of his willpower not to pull you into his arms and smother you with kisses. Instead, he places his offerings on the table before approaching slowly, making sure you see him.
“Jay,” you whisper, questioningly, almost as though trying to confirm that he’s really there.
“Hey there, sweetheart,” he replies, offering a soft smile, though struggling not to cry at the sight of your tears. “Jus’ wanted to see you. I know I gave you a scare the other night, and for that, ’m sorry. I swear, sweetheart, I-”
Before he can continue, you throw yourself into his arms, nearly knocking him off balance. He doesn’t hesitate to hold you tight, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head as you sob into his broad chest. The tears fall freely down his own face as you shake in his arms, his turquoise eyes drinking the sight of you in.
Once your tears are calmed into hiccups, he tilts your head up gently, so he can look in your eyes as he chokes out, “I shouldn’t have lost my shit, sweetheart. ’m not going to force you to come home, or try to make you forgive me. I just needed to know that you’re okay. I can’t undo it. I can’t promise that I’ll never get mad again. But I can promise that I love you far too much to scare you like that again.
“If you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of my days making it up to you. Anything to know that I can wake up with you in my arms, risk making you late for work every morning, make dinner every night, kiss you before patrols, and come home to your warmth. These past few days have been the worst days of my second life. The bed doesn’t smell as much like you and miss hearing ‘bout your day over dinner. I wanna scare Clark when he’s at the manor because you kissed me and he thinks I might go into cardiac arrest. Why? Because I can’t just be normal when you look cute as all hell and you somehow feel that I’m worth your love. Because you’ve shown me that me coming back wasn’t a mistake, it was so that I could love you, kiss you, and smile with you. I-”
“Jay,” you mutter, teary eyed. “Just kiss me already. You had me at the first ‘sweetheart.’”
You didn’t have to tell him twice. He kissed you like there was no tomorrow, happy to let the rest of the world disappear.