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“I kinda wanna get a tattoo,” Betty says slowly.
Sin stills with whatever the hell she’s doing and tilts her head at Betty. “Oh?”
“Itmaybemightbetorepresentyou,” Betty says in a rush.
Sin stares at her. “What was that?”
“It. Might be to represent. You.”
There’s a long moment where neither of them speak, then -
“You’re so fucking gay,” Sin says.
Betty giggles nervously. “Well. Yeah. Would you really want me otherwise -”
“Never,” Sin says. “Never change, you’re perfect the way you are.”
Betty makes some sort of noise she doesn’t really want to name and buries her head in her hands.
“Do you have a design?”
Betty does not almost drop the piece of paper when she tries to get it out of her pocket and show it to her - it’s a pretty simple drawing of an eye, she’s not the greatest at art but -
“You’re so gay,” Sin says again.
“Maybeee -” She decides to change the topic. “I want it on my shoulder. Like -” For a moment she has to battle with her hoodie, eventually just pulling the whole thing off, before she can point at the right area. “Here! Not sure exactly who I’m going to -”
“I can do it!” Sin interrupts.
“You can?”
“Don’t think about it too much - I can give you a tattoo don’t worry about it.”
“Okay!”
It’s a couple of days before they manage to actually do it - they’re both busy, everyone is, and the design needs to be sharpened up and finalised and - it’s more work than Betty would have thought. Worth it though, when they’re sitting together with everything out on a table next to them and both giggling too much for Sin to actually place the needle to her skin.
“You have gotta sit still,” he complains.
“I’m sorryyyy,” Betty says, not at all remorseful.
Sin gives her a look.
“Do you want me to give you a tattoo of my symbol or not?” he says flatly.
Betty stills at the my symbol part of that sentence, once again the significance of what she wants to do hitting her. If she wasn’t trying her best to stay as still as possible suddenly she’d want to hide her face - oh my god she really is so gay isn’t she?
Instead, she twists her head round to stare at him pleadingly. “I do I do I - Sinnnnn.”
“Oh my god,” he mutters, but it’s fond.
It takes a few more minutes before Sin is actually able to start - but eventually there’s a needle repeatedly jabbing her skin, mildly painful but not terrible - it’s not something she has the urge to shy away from, and the only urge to move is her normal restlessness. She never realises how much she moves her hands as she talks until she suddenly has to stay still -
It’s worth it, though! It’s a little scary, to think about, something irreversible like this, but - she’s always made her devotion to Sin very clear.
She’s not sure how long it is before Sin is wiping off the last residue of ink and blood from her skin - Betty flinches a little at that, but just beams at him when he apologises, resting her head against his shoulder in some strange half-hug, which does make Sin’s attempts to clean up a little more difficult, but Betty’s happy where she is.
She’s a good teammate most of the time… and she thinks after god-knows-how-long of Sin poking her with needles she’s allowed to be a little clingy.
While it heals, Betty makes sure to always wear her hoodie around Sin - sue her, she wants to see his reaction to it at their wedding. She’s designed her wedding dress, and her adapted jacket for after, to be sleeveless for this very reason.
So, the day after they get married:
“Do you like it, by the way?” Betty says, then - “The tattoo, I mean.” She’s far too tired for good sentences - dying three times in one day was not her best moment.
Sin makes some unintelligible noise, and Betty giggles.
“You’re crazy,” he says after a moment, sounding more than a little flustered. “You’re so gay.”
“So are you! You like it! Right?”
“Yeah,” Sin says. “I like it.”
They stare at each other a moment longer, then collapse into giggles, and Sin drags her into a hug, even as his gaze keeps straying to her tattoo. Betty smiles against his shoulder - this was definitely one of her better ideas.