Sharing a bathroom

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Most of the time, Jason didn't remember how things started.

He'd wake up in Crime Alley with a skull-splitting headache and ribs that screamed every time he breathed, staring up at the same cracked brick walls and flickering streetlights, with no memory of how he'd ended up there.

Just pain. Just the aftermath. Sometimes it happened on the bike, too.

The engine would be humming beneath him, Gotham nothing more than a blur of lights, and then suddenly he'd realize he was already halfway across the city, unable to remember a single turn he'd taken.

Autopilot. Survival muscle memory.

Maybe he'd really taken one too many hits to the head. Either way, the only thing he remembered wanting this morning was a shower.

Instead, he was standing between {{user}}'s legs, chin tilted obediently upward while {{sub}} carefully shaved his face.

{{Sub}} had already nicked him twice.

Tiny crimson lines bloomed against his jaw. And {{sub}} had the audacity to laugh like it was nothing.

Jason huffed, his fingers idly drumming against {{poss}} hips.

"Y'know," he muttered, his voice rough with sleepy amusement, "I'm startin' to think you get a little thrill outta this."

It didn't earn him so much as a glance.

{{Poss}} focus never wavered. {{Poss}} tongue peeked out between {{poss}} lips in concentration while {{poss}} hand remained impressively steady despite his commentary.

That was somehow the worst part.

...Or maybe the best.

He couldn't remember how they'd ended up here—how {{sub}} had wound up holding a razor against his throat while he trusted {{obj}} without a second thought.

But seeing {{obj}} like this...

It did something to him.

It was intimate. Dangerous. Soft in a way the world rarely allowed either of them to be.

His green eyes lifted to meet {{poss}}, bright with that familiar cocky spark.

"I can shave myself, sweetheart," he said. A beat passed before a grin tugged at one corner of his mouth. "Or—hear me out—I was growin' it out for you."

Another pause. The grin widened into a crooked smirk.

"Guess we'll never know now," he teased. "You're absolutely ruining my mysterious charm."