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Outside Sucks

Summary: Reader is an introvert. Jason is pleasantly surprised when you agree to go out with him without any arguments. Practically stupefied.

Words: 706

Jason bounced the heel of his boot against the concrete outside your apartment. Usually, this was the point where his anxiety started to ramp up. He'd rehearse his arguments in his head, mentally preparing for the barrage of sarcastic retorts and stubborn refusals. He was ready to deploy the "fresh air" card, the "vitamin D deficiency" card, and, if necessary, the heavy artillery: the promise of greasy, delicious junk food.

He knocked on the door, a familiar, slightly impatient rhythm. He braced himself.

The door swung open, and there you were. You were wearing a pair of ripped jeans and one of his old hoodies, your hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. So far, so good. But it was your expression that threw him. You looked... almost... agreeable?

"Hey, Jay," you said, your voice surprisingly soft.

"Hey, baby," Jason replied, a knot of suspicion tightening in his stomach. "I was thinking... you know... maybe we could get out of here for a bit? Get some air?" He waited for the usual pushback, the litany of reasons why staying inside was infinitely preferable to facing the outside world.

Instead, you just shrugged. "Yeah, okay. Sounds good."

Jason blinked. He stared. He felt like he'd walked into the wrong apartment. "...What?" he managed to stammer out.

You raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in your eyes. "What do you mean, 'what'? I said, 'sounds good.' As in, I'm willing to leave the apartment. As in, you don't have to launch into your whole 'sunlight is good for the soul' speech."

Jason was officially flabbergasted. He'd been ready to launch into a full-blown debate, armed with statistics about the benefits of outdoor activity and a mental list of every burger joint within a five-mile radius. He'd even mentally prepared a counter-argument for your inevitable "I'm perfectly happy being a vampire" comment.

"But... but you hate going out," he sputtered, feeling like he was missing something crucial. Had you been replaced by a pod person? Was this some elaborate prank?

You chuckled, a low, throaty sound that usually meant you were about to unleash a particularly cutting remark. But instead, you just smiled, a genuine, almost... sweet smile. "I know, I know. But I've been feeling a little... restless lately. And I figured, why not? Besides," you added, a mischievous glint returning to your eyes, "I could use a coffee. Your treat, obviously."

Jason's brain was short-circuiting. He couldn't process this. He'd spent so much time anticipating the struggle, the resistance, that he hadn't even considered the possibility of... compliance. He felt like a general who'd prepared for a siege only to find the gates wide open and the enemy waving a white flag.

"Uh... yeah, coffee. Definitely my treat," he mumbled, still trying to wrap his head around the situation. "So... you're actually... going?"

"Yep," you said, turning towards the back of the apartment. "Just give me, like, five minutes to throw on some makeup. Wait in the living room."

And with that, you disappeared, leaving Jason standing in the doorway, utterly bewildered. He slowly stepped inside, his mind racing. What was going on? Were you sick? Had you finally cracked under the pressure of his constant nagging? Was this some kind of elaborate trap?

He wandered into the living room, his eyes scanning the familiar surroundings as if searching for clues. He sat down on the worn couch, his fingers drumming nervously against his thigh. He was so used to fighting for every inch, every concession, that this sudden, unexpected agreement felt... unsettling.

He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Maybe you were planning something. Maybe you were just lulling him into a false sense of security before unleashing a torrent of pent-up frustration. Or maybe you actually wanted to spend some time with him, outside of the apartment, without a fight.

He didn't know what to think. But as he waited for you to emerge, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of relief, suspicion, and a tiny sliver of... hope? Maybe this was a sign that things were changing. Or maybe he was just setting himself up for a spectacular fall. Only time would tell.

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Alarming Distress

Summary: Reader arrives home distressed. Jason tries his best to comfort.

Words: 660

The low hum of the TV was the only sound in the apartment, a stark contrast to the cacophony that usually filled Jason's life. Case files were spread across the coffee table – petty theft, gang disputes, the usual Gotham grime. He wasn't really focused, though. His eyes kept drifting to the front door, a nervous habit he hadn't quite shaken.

Suddenly, the world exploded. The front door crashed open, slamming against the wall with a force that rattled the windows. Jason was on his feet before the echo died, adrenaline surging. Gun, always within reach under the couch, was in his hand before his mind fully registered the disruption. Years of training, of living on the edge, had hardwired him to react instantly to any sign of danger. He moved like a shadow, gun raised, heart hammering against his ribs.

He rounded the corner, his finger hovering over the trigger, ready to face whatever threat awaited him. But what he found wasn't what he expected.

He found you crumpled on the floor, back pressed against the door, gasping for air like a drowning person. Your eyes were wide and unfocused, darting around the room. The immediate threat was gone, replaced by a surge of concern that eclipsed everything else.

"Baby?" he said, his voice a low rumble, trying to keep it calm, non-threatening. "Sweetheart, what happened?"

You flinched, your eyes snapping to him, but there was no recognition there, only fear. It was like looking at a stranger. You recoiled as if he was a threat.

Jason's gut twisted. He holstered his gun, the metallic click swallowed by the silence. He took a deliberate step back, lowering himself to the floor in front of you, mirroring your position.

"Princess," he said softly, using the nickname he knew you loved. "It's me, Jay. Look at me." He kept his movements slow, his hands open and visible. "It's okay. You're safe."

He watched as his words seemed to penetrate the fog in your eyes. Confusion flickered, then recognition dawned, slow and painful. A sob escaped your lips, a raw, broken sound. You were crying, tears streaming down your face. You lurched forward, reaching for him, still on your knees.

"Hey, hey, easy," Jason murmured, his own fear momentarily forgotten. He moved with practiced caution, anticipating your movement, and caught you before you could fall. He gathered you into his arms, pulling you close, his hand instinctively finding the nape of your neck, offering a grounding touch.

You clung to him, your arms wrapped tight around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder. Your body trembled against his.

Jason held you, letting you cry. He rubbed your back in slow, soothing circles, whispering reassurances against your hair. "You're okay, Baby. You're safe now. I got you. I got you."

He didn't ask questions yet. He knew from experience that pushing too soon could make things worse. He just held you, offering the familiar comfort of his presence, his warmth, his strength. He would wait until you were ready to tell him what had happened, ready to face whatever had scared you so badly.

He rubbed your back, a slow, soothing rhythm, his hand cradling the back of your neck, keeping you close. Your arms tightened around his neck, your grip desperate, seeking the comfort of his warmth, his presence. He'd learned that sometimes, just being there, being a solid, unwavering presence, was the only thing that mattered.

Finally, when your sobs began to subside, he spoke, his voice a low murmur against your hair. "You're okay," he repeated, a mantra. "You're home. You're safe with me. Just breathe, sweetheart. Just breathe."

He continued to hold you, rocking you gently, waiting for you to find your voice, waiting for you to tell him what had shattered your world. He knew, with a cold certainty, that whatever had happened, he would burn the world down to protect you.

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You : This date is boring!

Jason: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store.

You: Then why did you invite me?

Jason: I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Jason I'll do whatever I want!”

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Sleep

Summary: You come home to find Jason asleep on the couch. He was waiting for you to come home.

Words: 596

You tiptoed into the apartment, the late hour draping a cloak of silence around you. The soft click of the door closing was almost swallowed by the quiet. You sighed, relieved to finally be home after a long day, your body weary with the weight of the evening. As you stepped into the living room, your heart swelled at the sight before you.

Jason was sprawled across the couch, his dark hair tousled and his face peaceful in sleep. You could see the faint lines of worry etched on his forehead even in rest, and it tugged at your heart. He had been waiting for you, just as he always did, and the sight of him made you feel both cherished and guilty for keeping him up.

Quietly, you approached him, kneeling beside the couch. You brushed your fingers through his hair, a gentle stroke meant to wake him softly. "Jason," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. "Hey, it's me."

He stirred slightly, a low hum escaping his lips as he instinctively leaned into your touch. You smiled at the sight, your heart warming at how easily he responded to you. You rubbed his cheek gently, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. "You should go to bed," you urged softly.

With a sleepy grunt, Jason cracked one eye open, the other still buried in the cushions. "What time is it?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

"Late," you replied gently. "You don't have to wait up for me, you know."

But even as you said it, Jason's arm shot out, grabbing your waist and pulling you down onto the couch beside him. You landed with a soft thump, your laughter escaping as you tried to push yourself up. "Jay! What are you doing?"

"Shh," he murmured groggily, his eyes still closed but his grip firm. "Just sleep."

You tried to protest, but the sound was muffled as Jason settled you comfortably on top of him, his warmth enveloping you. His body molded to yours, and for a moment, you felt completely cocooned in his presence. It felt good, too good, and you couldn't help but relax against him.

"Jason," you said, your voice playful yet insistent. "I can't just lay here!"

"Sleep," he repeated, his voice a low rumble, still half-asleep. His hand found your back, gently rubbing soothing circles that made you melt against him.

You chuckled, realizing the futility of your protests as you nestled into his chest. "You're impossible," you murmured, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing beneath you.

"Yeah, but you love it," he replied, a sleepy grin spreading across his face, though his eyes remained closed.

You couldn't argue with that; he was right. The comfort of being wrapped in his arms, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, made everything outside feel distant and unimportant. You sighed, letting your body relax completely as you settled into him.

"Just a few minutes," you whispered, surrendering to the warmth and safety of his embrace.

"Good," Jason hummed, burying his face in your hair, his breath warm against your scalp. "That's all I need."

And as you lay together, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you cocooned in a bubble of warmth and love. You closed your eyes, surrendering to the peace that Jason's presence brought, knowing that, in moments like these, everything felt just right.

You ended up sleeping till morning. Jason’s back is sore and achy, but it’s worth it if you managed to sleep peacefully and comfortably.

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You: You know how some people consider "may you have an interesting life" to be a curse?

Jason: Yes...?

You: Fuck those people. Wanna have an adventure?

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Jason : We're all in this together. If one of us falls, we all fall. Nobody is expendable on this team.

You: Sounds fake but ok.

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I had a thought. Let’s pretend that Jason doesn’t fear death. And here is why.

Every time that he “dies” his soul basically goes in time out where he finds his own personal reaper waiting for him with tea and biscuits and cupcakes and cakes and stuff.

You know that small tower tray thing that has desserts on it? Yeah that thing. And the reaper is just waiting for Jason to die so they could catch up and stuff. Jason usually dies every other week. Mostly from untreated injuries, blood loss, etc. It takes him just a few seconds to come back, but time flows differently in “time out”. They spend like- at least 3 hours gossiping. Sylus with his reaper obligations and Jason with his family and vigilante drama. So they get to meet up at least twice a month.

The reason Jason keeps coming back is cuz it’s “not his time” yet. And the reaper has become Jason’s closest friend.

Let’s call him Sylus.

Sylus the Reaper.

Another thing!

When Jason hasn’t died in like months, and he finally dies and meets Sylus, Sylus is all like:

“Sup, man! How’ve you been! Haven’t seen you in a while! *sips tea* Spill the tea sis!”

Then Jason proceeds to tell Sylus everything.

They’re bffs.

You can’t convince me otherwise.

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I had a thought. Let’s pretend that Jason doesn’t fear death. And here is why.

Every time that he “dies” his soul basically goes in time out where he finds his own personal reaper waiting for him with tea and biscuits and cupcakes and cakes and stuff.

You know that small tower tray thing that has desserts on it? Yeah that thing. And the reaper is just waiting for Jason to die so they could catch up and stuff. Jason usually dies every other week. Mostly from untreated injuries, blood loss, etc. It takes him just a few seconds to come back, but time flows differently in “time out”. They spend like- at least 3 hours gossiping. Sylus with his reaper obligations and Jason with his family and vigilante drama. So they get to meet up at least twice a month.

The reason Jason keeps coming back is cuz it’s “not his time” yet. And the reaper has become Jason’s closest friend.

Let’s call him Sylus.

Sylus the Reaper.

Another thing!

When Jason hasn’t died in like months, and he finally dies and meets Sylus, Sylus is all like:

“Sup, man! How’ve you been! Haven’t seen you in a while! *sips tea* Spill the tea sis!”

Then Jason proceeds to tell Sylus everything.

They’re bffs.

You can’t convince me otherwise.

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Sick and Tired

Summary: Jason comes home and you're sick. Really sick.

cw: reader is feverish and disoriented, toxic relationships, guns/firearms, angst

a/n: this is my ak!jason fic that won my recent "what should I write next" poll. it was kinda inspired by @purple-obsidian's ak!jason fics (please please please go read them if you haven't) but also this arkham knight is not quite as... *gestures vaguely* as theirs. no beta (sorry not sorry)

word count: 2k

You pulled the small throw blanket tighter around you as you curled into yourself on the couch. You were sick, and had been for a day or two… at least, you thought so. You’d barely moved from your spot, too weak to eat much more than crackers, and too emotional to crawl into your bed alone, so the days had begun to blur together. You weren’t quite sure how much time had passed.

Jason hadn’t been back since your fight. He was so much meaner now that he’d come back. He’d always had a temper, but before he died, or you thought he died (you still weren’t entirely sure what happened, and you weren’t confident you’d ever get a straight answer out of him about it) it had never been directed at you. 

Now, he seemed almost as angry at you as he was at his family. Almost, but not quite, because at least he let you be around him. At least he spoke to you, even if that speaking was mostly arguments. 

Honestly, between your fever and the ache in your head, you struggled to remember what all you’d been fighting about. Anything and everything was setting him off lately. As you struggled to remember what all you had said to each other to make him stay away for so long, you heard the window start to rattle behind the blinds as someone struggled to open it from the outside. 

You tensed, fingers curling around the handle of the gun you’d found taped to the underside of the couch. With Jason being gone, you’d kept it under your pillow. Your apartment was in a really shit part of Gotham City (which, considering it’s Gotham, was really saying something) and you just didn’t feel safe in Red Hood’s apartment without him. 

It took all of your strength to sit yourself up and hold your arm out straight, pointing the gun in the direction of the window. A pair of black booted feet almost silently hit the floor, and to your surprise, it wasNightwing who pushed aside the blinds to enter the room.

You could see his brows shoot up his forehead, both hands coming up placatingly. “Woah, it’s just me [y/n], okay? It’s just me.”

Your arm was shaking from the energy it took you to stay upright, but you didn’t care. You continued pointing it at the vigilante in front of you. “Yeah, I see that. What are you doing here?”

He took a small step back, shock at your hostility evident even behind his mask. “We’ve been looking for you, [y/n]. Alfred’s been worried sick. Br-Batman got a tip of where he’s been keeping you, and I came as soon as I could. I’m taking you home.”

You shook your head, wincing as the pounding in your head seemed to bounce around inside your skull from the movement. “I am home. Nobody’s keeping me anywhere.” 

Nightwing sighed, and you could feel the disbelief pouring off of him. “Really? So you just up and quit your job by no showing for a week, left your apartment without taking any of your things, and decided to move to the sketchiest part of Gotham of your own free will?”

“It’s none of your business what I choose to do, Nightwing.” You gestured to the window with the barrel of the gun. “You need to leave.”

“[Y/n} please, just come with me, we can -”

“No!” You clicked the safety off the gun and you saw the man in front of you visibly flinch. “I will not abandon him again. Even if it was an accident the first time, it wouldn’t be now. I can’t betray him like that.”

“Look at you! You’re sick, and he’s obviously done nothing to take care of you. Where is he now when you need him?”

You took a deep breath before responding. “I’m fine. It’s just a cold. Now leave.”

“[Y/n]...”

You moved your finger over the trigger. “Go.”

Nightwing pursed his lips, giving you one last look that you couldn't quite decipher, and left through the window as quietly as he had come in. When you were sure he wasn’t coming back, you turned the safety back on and let the heavy weight of the gun drop your arm to the couch next to you. 

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You were jolted awake by the sound of the many locks on your front door being opened. You turned your head, and saw that he was still in one piece. No visible blood or injuries tonight.

“Hey,” you said softly, your throat dry and scratchy. 

“You’re still here?” he said roughly, and it felt like an accusation, but there was also surprise in his tone. 

It’s the surprise that put it together for you, the fact that he expected you to be gone when he got back. “The tip - you told them where to find me. Nightwing came here because of you.” When he didn’t respond, didn’t deny it, you had your answer. You sighed, closed your eyes and leaned against the back of the couch, too tired to be offended by it. “Was it a test?”

“No.” he says, and you hear him drop his helmet on the kitchen counter. “It was an out.”

“I don’t need an out Jay. Don’t want one either.”

“Not even with boy-wonder?”

If you could, you would roll your eyes at him. “Why would I want to go with him?”

“I know he was all over you when you all thought I was dead. I know you fucked him to get over me.” His voice was hollow, like it was an indisputable fact that instead of grieving and missing him, you just moved on to sleeping with his brother. 

Normally, this would end with him yelling at you and accusing you, and you crying, begging him to believe you. Not tonight though. You just didn’t have it in you, and the worst part was you weren’t even upset this time. His accusations didn’t hurt you - you were too numb, too used to his shit to care. 

“I’m sorry to ruin this frankly awful story you’ve created in your head, but I have never, not once, even entertained the idea of sleeping with your man-whore brother, Jason. I never wanted to.”

“Oh really? And why is that? Because the way I see it - “

“Because he isn’t you, Jay. He isn’t you.” You said softly, and he stopped. You couldn’t hear him moving anymore, and even though you wanted to turn around and see what sort of state Jason was in, you just couldn’t lift your head from where it was resting against the back of the couch. You were too tired, feeling cold and sweaty and achy all at the same time. 

“[Y/n]? Shit.” You heard Jason’s voice, softer and gentler than you’d heard it in ages, and then his hurried footsteps rushed over to you. You felt him drop to the ground next to you, his armored torso pressed against your leg as his cool hand came to rest on your forehead. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Sweetheart, can you hear me?” There was panic in his voice, but you weren’t sure why. Wasn’t he mad at you? 

But his touch was so nice, so cool and comforting, so you leaned into it, a small groan coming from the back of your throat when he moved away. 

“Fuck, [y/n], just stay awake, okay? I’m sorry, I know, I’m an asshole, but just stay with me and I’ll be better. I’ll be better for you, I swear.”

Some part of you realized that you were moving. Was he carrying you somewhere? He was talking again, but it didn’t make any sense, 

“-burning up, clammy, and she passed out in the middle of a conversation. I don’t know! I just said she fucking passed out, how the fuck would I know what other symptoms she has… Well it’s obvious her fever needs to come down, how do I do that, jackass?... fine, you get over here with whatever it is you fucking need. I will try the bath in the meantime.”

He started murmuring to you, something about taking off your clothes and trying to help you. More apologies, but they’re drowned out by the loud noise of rushing water. It hurt your head, so you groaned and leaned forward and rested your head on his shoulder, and you realized it was bare. 

Suddenly, you felt yourself being dipped into something cool, and the sudden change in temperature made you shriek. 

Warm, strong arms wrapped around you, and kept you in the water. “Hey, it’s okay. I know it feels cold, but you need to get your temp down, sweetheart. Just lean on me, I won’t let you go.”

Everything was hazy, and you couldn’t figure out what was happening. You felt like you were floating, or maybe flying, but there was something solid and warm holding you up. Were you wet or sweating? Were you shivering or shaking? Was that Jason’s voice? Did Dick come back? Who was in your apartment?

The next time you were able to open your eyes, you were back in your bed. The sheets felt damp and gross beneath you, and your limbs felt stiff, like you had been sleeping hard for a long time. 

You tried to sit up, a little confused, because the last thing you remembered, you had been on the couch. Had Nightwing really broken into your window, or was that a dream?

It’s then that you saw Jason. He was sat on the floor, his head laying on the bed beside you. Without thinking, you softly ran your fingers through his hair, which caused him to jolt awake. 

“[Y/n]!” He said, his voice raspy with sleep. He reached over, and softly moved some of the sweaty hair from your face. “I think your fever broke.”

“Fever?”

“You’ve been sick, princess.” You could see the panic in his eyes as they flicked over you, cataloging every inch of you.

You frowned. “Yeah, it was a cold, like I told…” You suddenly remembered your conversation with Dick, and slapped Jason’s hand away. “You tried to get rid of me.”

Jason flinched, not from the slap but from your words. “I wasn’t trying to get rid of you. I was…” His voice was gruff, and he swallowed as if it was difficult to get the words out “...wrong. I thought you’d rather be with the Bats, but I was wrong,” His gaze found the sheets.

“Yeah, you were. What else do I have to do to prove it to you?”

Jason huffed, forcing himself to meet your gaze. “Nothing. I thought… I thought you were dying, the way you were burning up. And then you were asleep for so long, I had time to think. Really think.”

You frowned, your brow furrowing in confusion. “How long was I asleep for?” 

“About… 16 hours.” He said, glancing at his phone. 

“Have you been on the floor this whole time?”

Jason nodded, and you sighed, and slid off the bed and into his lap. “I’d tell you to come up onto the bed, but the sheets are gross,” You mumbled, trying to stay upset with him, but it was hard when you were wrapped in his arms. Affection like this happened so rarely, you had to savor it when you could. 

“I was scared. More scared than I’ve been since Arkham,” he whispered into your hair, and planted a soft kiss there. 

“Jay…”

“I’m going to try and be better for you. I can’t lose you, [y/n]. I can’t promise it will always look the way you want, but I will try.” He buried his face into the crook of your neck. “I love you,” he mumbled, and you felt your breath hitch at the words. 

Words that are usually only whispered to you when he thinks you’re asleep. 

You grabbed onto him tightly, listening to his promises to be better for you, pretending that you don’t notice he never apologized. He admitted he was wrong, and that was enough? Wasn’t it?

Jason’s better would be good enough for you. It had to be. 

You couldn’t lose him either. 

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*Scenario: Jason came back from patrol and has migrated to the bathroom while still in his bloodied red hood suit. He’s adamant about washing the suit with himself to not waste water.*

You, sighing in exasperation: Jason. You can’t wash your suit while you’re wearing it.

Jason, covered in blood and grime, in the shower: Watch me.

You: Why are you so insistent on doing that? You know I could wash your suit for you.

Jason: … I don’t wanna waste your water. You already do so much for me.

You: Jay… You pay the water bills. And the rent. And the electricity. Basically everything, because you refuse to let me use my own money.

Jason: So?

You: So… It’s not my water if I’m not paying for it. Please, just take a normal shower.

Jason: …

Jason: Okay.

Jason: Love you.

You, while taking his suit: Love you too, you dummy.

Jason: Join me? 🥺 🙏

You: of course ☺️

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You : Every zoo is a petting zoo unless you're a coward.

Jason, looking over in concern: I'm worried about you.

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You: Jason , you love me, right?

Jason: Normally I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won't like.

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True love is when your man lets you drag him to a fast food restaurant at 3 am. You can’t convince me otherwise.

Jason: Angel?

You: Yeah?

Jason, standing in line at a McDonald’s at 3 am: How did you convince me to come with you to this food establishment at an ungodly hour?

You: Because I asked you nicely, and cuz you love me?

Jason: Yeah, sounds about right.

You: …

You: Love you.

Jason, sighing: … Love you too.

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Jason: Angel?

You: Yeah?

Jason, standing in line at a McDonald’s at 3 am: How did you convince me to come with you to this food establishment at an ungodly hour?

You: Because I asked you nicely, and cuz you love me?

Jason: Yeah, sounds about right.

You: …

You: Love you.

Jason, sighing: … Love you too.

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Jason : If I didn't know better, Doll, I'd say you were scared.

You: Heh, scared?

*absolute silence*

You: DID YOU HEAR THAT?!

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Jason: Are you trying to seduce me?

You: Why, are you seducible?

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You: You got a date yet Jason ?

Jason: No...

You: Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!