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“you look nice.”
you jumped, mascara wand jerking across your nose and leaving a thick black streak in its wake. “jason peter todd!”
his laughter echoed into the bathroom, and he followed it in. “oh, full name, huh?”
you glared at him as he leaned against the doorframe, a grin on his face. his hair was messy from his helmet, and he was still wearing his costume, but if it hadn’t been for the bags under his eyes you could have pretended he was ruffled from a good night’s sleep instead of fighting crime.
you rolled your eyes at him and turned back to the mirror, picking up a makeup wipe to clean up the mess that was now your nose.
“you still look good. even with the bootleg gene simmons thing going on.”
“jason.”
“well, you do.”
“and whose fault is the bootleg gene simmons thing?”
“can we blame batman?” he asked, making you laugh despite yourself. “i’m taking that as a yes. i blame batman.”
“you do that.”
it was quiet for a few moments, peaceful as he watched you carefully wiping off the smudge while preserving as much of your makeup as you could. you could see him in the corner of your eye, his presence comforting despite his smart mouth.
“you eaten yet?”
you hummed. “not yet.”
“want me to throw some eggs on the stove while you finish up?”
“shouldn’t you be getting ready for bed?” you countered.
“i can do that after you head out.” he stole your non-dominant hand and kissed the back of it. “eggs done the same as usual?”
“yes please. hey,” you tossed the wipe into the trash can and turned to catch his face in your hands. “i’m glad you’re home safe.”
he softened, the last layer of the red hood melting away and leaving jason in your palms. your jason.
his eyes studied yours for a moment before dipping to your lips. “gorgeous, you gotta let go before i kiss you,” he mumbled. “don’t wanna ruin your lipstick, too.”
you glanced down at your phone, noting the time; more importantly, how little time was left before you had to go. “i mean… that would be nicer than dealing with traffic.”
he snorted, turning to nuzzle into your wrist and bringing his gaze back to yours. “i can mess it up when you get back.”
you groaned in exasperation, pushing him back gently. “go on, before i make a bad decision.”
“right. breakfast, coming right up.” his grin was lopsided and charming and you already knew it would haunt you until you made it back home and could wipe it off of his smug face.
“thank you!” you called after him, turning back to the mirror to finally finish your makeup.
“thank me later,” he called back, mischief dripping from his voice.