Cardinal Sins (Sequel to ARS) Jason Todd x Roy Harper x fem!reader

Don't Worry Baby

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TW: mentions of alcoholism 

Over the next few weeks, Roy begins to disappear for hours at a time.

Jason doesn't seem particularly disturbed by this new development, but you can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy spark.

He's been MIA for two-three hours each night for the past week before you finally break.

You have no trouble taking care of Lian and you don't mind hanging out with Jason, but regardless, you deserve to know where your other boyfriend has been disappearing off to.

"Where does he keep going?" you finally ask Jason one night as you cuddle on the couch. You'd just put Lian to sleep and Jason insisted on watching a horror flick with you.

On the screen, a dude is being ripped in half by a chainsaw. Your lip instantly turns up slightly in distaste. Could the movie be considered horror so much as gore? Are those not two different genres?

Apparently not.

"Try not to sound so jealous, babe," Jason shrugs nonchalantly. "I wouldn't worry about it too much," you glare at him, shifting in his muscular arms so you can better face him to pout. "What?"

"So, when you guys were dating, he'd just disappear like this and you wouldn't care?"

"No," he responds like it's obvious.

"Okay," you drawl, "so, shouldn't we be concerned?"

With all the recent shit with Cadmus, coupled with the death of Guardian, you knew it couldn't be easy for Roy. Contrarily, every time you made to ask, he'd say he's still coming to terms with it before conveniently changing the subject.

All that being said, your inner jealousy flickers at the irrational possibility he's in someone else's bed.

As if hearing your ridiculous thought, Jason finally turns his attention from the TV to address you.

"He's not fucking cheating," Jason rolls his eyes and disturbs your cuddling cocoon to pause the movie. At your finger in the air and mouth poised to debate, he quickly rebuts your other argument before it can slip past your plump lips, "And no, he's not at a fucking bar."

You start to ask him how he knows for sure when the elevator stops on the floor and a sheepish Roy trudges in.

"Hey," he nods his head at the two of you nonchalantly as he patters about the kitchen before joining the two of you, shirtless, with a water bottle. Instead of cuddling up, Roy remains at the other end of the couch with Jason's feet in his lap.

"Sup," Jason's already invested back in the movie, having hit play soon after Roy had made his entrance.

"Chainsaw Massacre?"

"Yup," Jason doesn't even bother to look away from the screen, popping the 'p' at the end distractedly. That's all they say. You must look between the two of them like they're crazy because Jason asks, "What?"

"Seriously?" you ask incredulously.

He's really not going to question where Roy's been?

"I'm not going to ask 'what' again, babe." Regardless of his dry humor, his hands continue to gently drag up and down your skin from under your shared blanket.