𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏, jasonette

ii. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭

"I'm making you a new suit." Marinette announced as she walked in.

Jason, who was playing a ferocious game of Mario Cart with Tim, replied, "Okay."

Marinette raised an eyebrow at him, fully knowing Jason hadn't heard her. "I am also going to tear your old Red Hood suit to pieces."

That got his attention. "What?" he shrieked, none-too-manly. "Why?"

"Because I'm making a new suit for you," said Marinette while rolling her eyes at his dramatics – he was reading too much.

Jason ignored his losing player on the TV screen and stood up from the couch he and Tim were sitting on. "Why?"

Marinette sighed. They had, had this conversation a million times by now and Jason STILL did not get it. "Jason, love and light of my life. You call yourself Red Hood and yet you where a tin can on your head. Like, seriously."

"But I don't care about that," Jason honest-to-god whined.

Marinette inhaled begging the Kwamis for patience at this point. She crooked a finger at him. "Fine. If you let me make a new suit for you, I'll make it match mine."

**

She huffed as she dragged Jason out of the room to take his measurements. Of course, that would be what convinced him.

That didn't stop her from trying to hide her smile – she would never admit it but, she thought Jason wanting to match her suit was ADORABLE.

Whatever, as long as she got to design Jason a new suit.

Tim, poor boy, didn't even notice Marinette come in and leave with Jason – he just continued playing, leaving Jason's character far, far, behind.

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"Jason, no." said Marinette, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "No, I am not adding polka dots to your suit like mine."

Jason pouted – Marinette almost gave into him then and there, "Please Mari? Pleeeease? We'd match even more."

Marinette resisted the urge to kiss those lips – instead, she continued drawing Jason's suit. "No, Jason. As much as I love that idea, it would – unfortunately – look terrible with what I have in mind.

Jason groaned dramatically throwing an arm over his eyes. "All right," he grumbled. "But I get to choose the colors."

"Only if I approve of it," replied Marinette, knowing that Jason had a terrible color sense. His color choices were abysmal (at lease not as bad as Dick's, Marinette shuddered at the thought) – some days, Marinette had to send him back to change because the colors were hurting her eyes.

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"Jason." Marinette said calmly – deadly calm (the kind you didn't survive) – a few weeks later, "Where are your knives?"

Jason distantly wondered whether she would forgive him if he kissed her.

Realizing Marinette asked him a question, he shrugged nervously. "Uh – I don't know? I mean like when the new shipment came in, I'm pretty sure I put them in that..." Oh. Shit.

Marinette smiled (read: venomously) sweetly at him. "And who was that shipment for?"

Shit, shit, shit.

Jason gulped nervously. "You?"

"Exactly." And she pulled out his knives from her pockets, and for a moment there, Jason was afraid she'd throw them at him in a fit of anger. He wouldn't be surprised if she did – he could still remember the time she tied Joker up and – not the time, Jason! You're about to get murdered!

Instead, she just dumped them on the sofa and dragged him outside. "Hey Pixie?" Jason asked nervously.

"Hmm?" Marinette hummed.

He took a deep breath. "Where are we going?"

Marinette smiled brightly at him – a complete 180 from her mood before. "We're going to make your suit!"

That did nothing to soothe him. "How long will that take?"

"Oh, maybe about 5-6 hours? I need you to be the mannequin since the suits for you, you know." He knew it.

He goddamn knew it.

This was his torture.

Marinette knew he couldn't stay still. "But how are we going to make it? Like didn't the knives ruin your material?" Jason tried (and failed miserably) to sound too hopeful.

She gave him the evil-eye. Jason wondered what would be more preferable; the evil-eye or being a mannequin. He decided it was a no-brainer – standing still obviously.

"I always order double of what I need in case something happens. Something idiotic that only you and your brothers could do."

"Ouch, Pixie. Didn't know you had it in you," said Jason, holding his chest.

"Also, one more thing," said Marinette airily, all traces of annoyance gone. That can't be good. Jason was right. "No kisses for the next two weeks."

The rest of the family could hear Jason's But Mari's for the rest of the day.

(Marinette gave into Jason by dinnertime – she was far too in love with him to refuse Jason - except for maybe designing. They eventually got the suit done too.)

Consider this my payment for the sadness on Saturday. This is literally tooth rotting fluff.