Flaming wings don't fly(Jason Todd x OC)

Chapter 45: Scars and kisses

Jason and Aubrey made their way back to the penthouse, the tension between them eased after their confrontation. The night air of Gotham had done little to cool their nerves, but the presence of each other had. As they stepped inside, Jason's sharp eyes immediately caught sight of the ridiculous scene waiting for them: Dick and Tim, still tied up in chairs where Aubrey had left them.

Dick looked sheepish, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, while Tim appeared slightly embarrassed, shifting in his restraints.

"Really?" Jason asked, crossing his arms as he surveyed the two men, his voice dripping with mock disappointment. "You two got taken down this easily? Pathetic."

Tim, looking up at Aubrey as if to defend himself, huffed, "Clearly, she didn't need our protection then."

Aubrey shook her head. "They didn't even try to get out, those knots were not good enough to last this long."

Dick, ever the jokester, waggled his eyebrows at Jason. "Well, at least now we all know who's the top in this relationship." He shot Aubrey a wink.

Aubrey snorted in amusement, then rolled her eyes and retreated into the office, escaping the conversation before it could get any more embarrassing. Jason fixed Dick with a hard look before moving to untie them both.

"Get out of my house," Jason said, his tone flat but the edge of a smirk lingering.

Dick stretched as Jason freed his hands and shot back with a grin, "Your house, huh? That's a bold claim for someone who's only stayed here a few nights."

Jason, in no mood for further teasing, stepped past them and shut the door on the two before either could get another word in. As he turned around, Aubrey reappeared, leaning against the doorframe of the office with a mischievous grin on her face.

Jason raised an eyebrow, instantly suspicious. "Don't start."

Aubrey made an innocent face, her grin only widening. "I don't know what you're talking about," she replied sweetly before leaning in and whispering something dirty in his ear.

Jason's eyes went wide, his cheeks flushing as he stood there momentarily speechless. Gypsy and Outlaw watched from the side, their eyes following the exchange as if they were judging his every move.

Jason blinked at them and muttered under his breath, "Your mama's trouble, you know that?"

From the bathroom, Aubrey's voice rang out, playful and teasing. "This trouble is running a bath if you want to join her."

Jason's head snapped toward the sound, and without a second thought, he hurried toward the bathroom. When he entered, he found Aubrey filling up the large, two-person tub with hot water, the steam rising as the sweet scent of apple-scented bubbles filled the air. She turned to him with a soft smile.

"You're welcome to join me," she said casually, walking into the bedroom to grab something. "Or, if you're not ready for that, feel free to take a shower."

Jason hesitated for a moment, watching her disappear into the bedroom. He wasn't sure if he was ready for this—being this close to her in such an intimate way—but then he remembered how she had stood by him, how she saw all of him, and loved him for it. He decided he wanted to try.

With a deep breath, Jason stripped down and slid into the hot bath. The water was deep, rising to his chest, and the heat immediately began to work its magic on his sore muscles. He let out a long breath, sinking deeper into the water and feeling the tension melt away.

Aubrey returned shortly after, her eyes lighting up when she saw him in the bath. She set down a small speaker on the shelf above the tub, turning on a soft country instrumental playlist that filled the room with a calm, melodic hum. Smiling, she then began to strip off her own suit.

Jason, still feeling a little shy, looked away as she undressed. He had never done this—never let himself be this vulnerable with anyone before. But the thought didn't scare him as much as it had before. Not with her.

Aubrey slid into the tub behind him, her skin brushing against his, and he tensed slightly, unsure of what to expect. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice half-curious, half-nervous.

In response, Aubrey simply placed her hands on his shoulders and began to massage them, her fingers working into the knots of tension that had built up over the past week. Jason groaned softly, his head falling forward as her touch eased the tightness in his muscles.

"You're an angel," he mumbled, his voice filled with genuine gratitude.

Aubrey laughed softly, leaning down to press a light kiss to one of the scars on his back. "Far from it."

Jason tensed at the feeling of her lips against his scar, a mix of pleasure and uncertainty coursing through him. But before he could say anything, Aubrey kissed another scar, and he felt compelled to speak. "That one... I got it in a knife fight when I was seventeen. Wasn't quick enough."

Aubrey's lips moved to another scar, her touch gentle but deliberate. "And this one?"

Jason sighed, leaning back slightly as he recalled the memory. "Joker. Crowbar." He choked out, feeling the room start to close in on him, the laughter ringing in his ears again.

Aubrey paused, her lips hovering over his skin as the weight of that confession settled between them. She didn't say anything, just kissed the scar, her touch full of quiet understanding. Jason closed his eyes, letting her actions speak louder than any words could. Letting it soothe him, and the laughter went away.

This continued, Aubrey's lips trailing over each scar, and Jason sharing the stories behind them. Each kiss felt like a balm, soothing wounds that had long since healed on the surface but still lingered deep inside. And as she massaged his back and pressed her lips to his skin, Jason felt himself relaxing more than he had in years.

Eventually, Aubrey's hands slowed, her touch becoming softer, more languid, as if she could sense that he was on the verge of falling asleep. Jason's body was heavy with relaxation, his muscles completely unwound beneath her skilled hands. Her lips brushed his shoulder one last time before she rested her cheek against his back, her arms loosely draped around him.

"You okay?" Aubrey asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jason let out a contented sigh, feeling a deep sense of peace that he hadn't known he was capable of. "Yeah... I think I'm more than okay."