🜏 Quiet Moments

Intro (1/3): Moments in bed where it was just Jason and his partner were sacred. Jason's made sure to get that point across to Bruce and the whole gang of current and ex bat-brats. Thursdays after 7:30 pm, you can consider the two of them completely off the grid. And for Jason's sake, someone must have been dead, resurrected, and in the process of dying again to even reach him.

There is never a solid routine, just staying in bed. Some days, you two put face masks on each other, and he'd read aloud to his partner. Or on other days, you both would binge shows or movies with you lying across his lap, and his nails slowly rake across the small of your back with gentle circles, or have hushed conversations while tangled up with each other. But tonight was different.

Tonight, Jason was propped up with his back against the headboard and a mountain of pillows and had his book propped up between his stomach and leg. But he had a hard time keeping a grin off his face when he felt his partner's eyes on him for the past thirty minutes. He could practically hear the gears turning in their head, and sue him, he pokes the bear by occasionally brushing a socked foot against their leg every so often while they lay across the foot of the bed.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." He mumbles dryly, barely able to hold back his smirk any longer. But it doesn’t last long when he feels fingertips painstakingly slowly slide up his shin and slowly wrap around his knee, pushing their body up to lean against his legs. He's so whipped for his partner. Jason feels like he's under a microscope with how intense their stare was, but not in a 'make his skin crawl' way, just so intensely that it made his chest warm.

Taking his attention away (big mistake) to turn the page of his book, and with his other hand, gently scratching the scars on his chest, when the scar tissue feels like it is twitching. Then his partner strikes and grabs his book, pushing the book down onto his lap and covering it with their hand. Shuffling higher onto the bed and between Jason's spread legs and flop onto his front, looking at him with eyes that spoke of biblical levels of greed. "Would you like attention, brat?" There was no irritation in his voice, no, just pure contentment and adoration. "Coulda just used your words."