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sparks when skin brushes skin:
“Fuck.” Jason swore as he tried to reach a shallow gash on the edge of his shoulder blade. He had no idea how the asshole had managed to get the blade under the shoulder plate on the back of his suit. But he had, and now Jason had to deal with a ruined leather jacket and an open wound that he couldn’t quite reach.
“Need a hand?”
He turned away from the mirror to find Y/N leaning against the bathroom door frame. “Thought you were shit at first aid, sweetheart?”
“I am.” She smiled. “But I know enough to help you clean and bandage that. Unless you think it needs stitches, in which case you will definitely need to call someone else.”
“No, it doesn’t need stitches.” He glanced at the ceiling and huffed out a breath, still getting used to having someone else living with him. “I’ll talk you through what you need to do.”
She took the rubbing alcohol and gauze pad when he offered it and walked up to him. He twisted back so he could watch what she was doing in the mirror as he talked.
“It would be easier if you took off the vest, you know.” She said, shifting the fabric so she could see the wound.
“The vest stays on.” He said, harsher than he wanted to, but she didn’t need to see the autopsy scar and myriad of others that littered his chest.
She raised her eyebrows but didn’t say anything as she rested her hand on the base of his neck to keep the fabric out of the way. The gentle brush of her fingers against his bare skin sent a shockwave down his spine and it took all his training to contain the shudder that wanted to shift through his whole body. It had been… it had been a long time since someone had touched him so carefully.
“Doesn’t Dickhead need you?” He asked, partially to get out of his own thoughts and partially because she had still been on with Dick when he got home.
“Nah, he’s fine. I don’t really want to hear him sassing anymore GCPD officers tonight.” She said as she threw the bloody gauze pad in the bin.
He snorted. “Yeah, that sounds like Dickiebird.”
She shook her head with a smile as she applied a dressing to his wound. “All done.”
“Thanks, sweetheart.”
“Anytime, Jay.”
holding hands:
Y/N, for one, was glad that Bruce had made Jason and Dick take a night off from looking for the Joker. Even if neither of the boys were.
“Movie night?” She asked Jason as she walked into his room holding a bag of tortilla chips and a bag of popcorn.
“I’d rather be cracking the clown’s skull.” He said, dropping his book on the bedside table.
She snorted but chose not to comment as she climbed into bed with him and passed him the bag of popcorn. She idly skimmed through Netflix before settling on something that looked half-decent and avoided their usual trigger-warnings (she had learnt to check after Dick had a breakdown when they watched Big Hero Six).
They both settled down the watch the film like they normally would. Since their late night rooftop conversation, she had figured out Jason loved affection, but was shit at initiating it. So she shifted closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. He tensed up for a moment before relaxing and resting his head on top of hers. She pushed it slightly further and threaded her fingers through his. Just like before, it took him a moment to respond, but his fingers eventually curled around hers and gently squeezed her hand in response.
She smiled up at him and he pressed his lips to her forehead in response. She wrapped her other hand around his arm and snuggled into his side; more content than she had been in a long time.
Accidentally referencing them as "my":
Jason tried not to make eye contact with anyone as he walked back into the kitchen. Dick was still holding his elbow as if he expected him to try and run off again, either to deal with the situation on his own or have another pit induced panic attack.
Bruce started handing out assignments almost immediately and Jason stayed partially hidden behind him. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him and he knew it was because of his little episode. But the worst part was that he didn’t know how much the others knew. He was pretty sure Dick (and maybe Cass because of the body language thing) was the only one who knew about him and Y/N deciding to take the next step in their relationship, but he didn’t know if the others knew they had been living together for the past seven months. He didn’t know if they knew that he had finally managed to repent to the last person he had hurt while trying to go after the cowl.
And of course it was Damian who had to voice his objection at Jason’s involvement, if only because the little demon was being made to sit out with his concussion.
“Why does Todd get to help and I don’t? He does not even like Y/N!”
“Because she’s my girlfriend, demon brat!” He regretted the words as soon as they left his lips.
Damian, Tim and Steph all looked shocked and mildly horrified, Babs had a frown on her face, Cass looked unaffected, and Bruce and Alfred were looking at him with wide eyes.
“Jason doesn’t need a reason to be involved, we all want Y/N back and that’s all that matters.” Dick stepped in and saved the day again.
Everyone begrudgingly mumbled their agreement and Bruce went back to talking about the plan. Even with Dick at his side, Jason still felt like an outsider and wanted Y/N back as soon as possible.
lighting up when you see them:
Jason climbed back into the apartment and placed the take-out bag on the floor so he could pull his helmet off. He was surprised to see Y/N already sat on the sofa with a movie playing; Dickiebird was usually the last to go home from patrol.
“Everyone else already turned in for the night?” He asked as he walked over and set the take-out bag in front of her.
Her whole face lit up when she looked up at him and she smiled before turning to the food and starting to pull out the various containers.
It’s just because you brought food, his mind told him. Because who wouldn’t light up at the prospect of food when they had been stuck behind a computer for roughly six hours.
“Someone hit managed to hit Dick over the head with a baseball bat, so I sent Bruce and Tim after him to make sure he actually went home. They’re all in the cave.” She explained as he pulled off the rest of his gear.
Jason snorted. “Bet he loved that.”
“He’ll thank me in the morning when he has Alfred nursing him through his headache.”
smiling more easily:
Dick watched as Y/N pushed a spice jar towards Jason, apparently knowing that was what Jason was looking for without him having to ask for it. Jason smiled and thanked her softly as Y/N pushed herself up to sit on the kitchen side. Jason went back to whatever he was cooking, listening to whatever Y/N was talking about with interest.
It had been a long time since Dick had seen Jason smiling with ease at anything. But in the week they had been at the manor, Dick had seen his little brother smile more than he had in the entire time he had been back. It was mostly directed at Y/N, sometimes him or Alfred, but definitely no one else. And despite the fact that Y/N had told him Jason had been avoiding her after what happened at the gala, Jason had been practically attached to her hip since the letter from the Joker had arrived.
Maybe it was because Dick arguably knew them better than anyone, but he could see the feelings that had already formed between them. He just hoped they’d figure it out for themselves before he had to get involved.