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These Hearts Adore - Jason Todd

You didn't need to open your eyes to know that it was bright outside, the light causing a subtle glow of red to appear in your eyelids. You open your eyes and squint at the white light flooding through the windows. Checking the red letters of the clock on your nightstand told you that it was seven-thirty in the morning.

You move the curtain back, being greeted by piles among piles of fluffy pure white snow. The sun glimmered across the fallen flakes like glitter. You smiled, slowly becoming more lucid as you yawn. You start to turn over to the other side of the bed. "Hey Jay-" but, you were met with cold sheets and messy blankets.

Odd, considering you remembered him coming home last night. At about three in the morning, you were stirred slightly by a cool blast of air coming through the opening window, causing you to burrow yourself deeper into the warm blankets. "Shit, sorry, sweetheart." Jason whispered as he climbed through the window and closed it as fast as he could.

"Are you injured?" "No, I'm okay." You could hear him shedding his gear, followed by the sound of laundry being thrown into the hamper. You heard him enter the bathroom, the rushing water of the shower affirming your suspicions. You must've fallen back asleep because the next thing you knew, the bed was dipping beside you and warm arms wrapping around you, the fresh smell of Jason's soap being welcome.

He usually sleeps in on nights like that, you having already started your day while he gets his much needed rest. Or, he would at least wake up with you, allowing the two of you to spend your mornings together. You sigh, leaving the haven of warmth your blankets were to stand up and stretch. You feel a few things pop back into place before you turn and make the bed.

With a clearer mind, you walk down the hallway, taking a quick peek into the living room and seeing Jason sitting on the couch, watching the snow fall. You would've smiled, but this was weird for him. You still gave a soft smile, "Hey." You greeted him. He turned and looked at you, his eyes glossed over.

You recognised the look he had on his face. His lips were pressed into a straight line, his jaw tense while his eyes held a pain that he could never seem to shake. "Are you okay?" Jason knew how to translate that question during times like this. Do you want me to help you? Jason closed his eyes for a second, sniffling.

He turned back to the window, this time pulling a blanket around himself and moving over. You took the hint, walking over and taking the space he made for you. As you curled up beside him, he threw the blanket around your shoulders before burying his head in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around you once more.

You leaned into him, "do you wanna talk about it?" Jason simply shook his head. You nodded, reaching your hand up to card through his hair, still messy from sleep. You press a kiss to his temple, "we can take it easy today. I'll make some hot chocolate, we can watch a movie." You lift his head from your neck and look into his eyes, noticing the dark circles beneath them.

You ghost your thumbs over them, "maybe take a nap." He closes his eyes, a smile coming to his face as he leans into your hand. You notice, once more, the little scars and knicks sprinkled across his face. It never fails to amaze you, the sheer amount of pain he's endured. The number of times the world has chewed him up and spit him out, and yet, he perseveres.

He still finds it in himself to be vulnerable and let you in, even when words weren't wanted. It scared you, almost, the way your heart would swell would love when you'd look at him long enough. The kind of love that had your chest aching and your head nearly spinning with just the want to give him everything he deserves.

But, he doesn't seem to see himself in the way that you do. Not that he had to, you'd show him well enough. You touch your forehead to his, leaving a peck on the bridge of his nose. "I love you." Who knew so much emotion could come from just three little words. You knew Jason couldn't feel everything you were thinking with those words, but it had to be damn near close, right?

Jason opens his eyes and stares into yours, blinking a few times. The smile on his face is obvious, and the sincerity is matched, it's breathtaking. "I love you too." He whispers, tightening his arms around you. You bite your lip and smile a little, feeling a warmth spread through you from the way he'd uttered the words.

Turns out, he loved you just as much. You leave a few kisses on his neck as you stand up and walk over to the kitchen, starting the hot chocolate. You walk back to Jason with two warm mugs in hand, taking your original place beside him. You rest your head on his shoulder as you take a sip of the drink, Jason soon following suit and laying his head atop yours.