Jason Todd

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3:42 am I knew this was going to be a bad idea. No, wait. I knew this was going to be a fucking bad idea. He'd been through hell in the last fight. It wasn't anything new, of course, but this time someone had the brilliant idea of using a truth serum on him. Which meant he couldn't lie. Absolutely not. And that was a problem. Because if there was one thing Jason Todd had in abundance, besides trauma and ammunition, it was unfiltered opinions. He'd already insulted Dick more times than he could count in one night, driven Damian to the brink of homicide, and Alfred… well, Alfred had only nodded calmly when Jason asked if he'd ever wanted to slap Bruce. (Which meant the answer was yes.) But now he was standing in front of his girlfriend's door. His girlfriend. And if I went in, I was definitely going to say things. He took a deep breath and turned the handle. He found her in the kitchen, with her hair disheveled, wearing one of his old t-shirts and some shorts that— … Oh, damn. His brain stopped working for a second. And before she could stop herself, before her logic could intervene, before her damned dignity could say, “Jason, don’t do this…” He dropped to his knees and buried his face between the cheeks of her buttocks. God. Its softness, warmth, and its scent. It was their new home.

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