It Burns For a Moment, but Then it Molds You

Chapter nine: suit concepts

Jason got busted for it, yeah. No real surprise there, right? I mean, it's not like he was going to be able to get away with it, especially when Batman, of all people, was the one to call him out for it and make sure Jason was called out for it. Everything for you stayed the same, though. You didn't really get in trouble, but your father had a few things to say about it. Which means no more Jason.

You aren't allowed to be around him, you aren't allowed to talk about him, you aren't allowed to talk to him. Your father would probably tell you that you are not allowed to even think about him, but seeing as he's got no control over that? He didn't. Though if he could, you know for damn sure the old man would.

This didn't do anything, if anything? It just made you and Jason closer. Made the two of you feel a need to be with each other more often. The knowing that the two of you being together isn't allowed only made the two of you want to be with each other more. Not just as friends, but every time Jason got the chance to see you he would try and let you know he was feeling exactly what you were. He just knew what it was he was feeling. You? You were confused. You didn't understand your feelings towards him.

He knew you didn't understand, he knew you were confused. But he wasn't going to tell you how you felt, he wasn't going to ask you about any of it. He was telling him, that if you truly did feel this way towards him? He would let you figure it out on your own. He would let you come to the realization without his help.

He would hold you tighter, pull you closer, you would let him do it and you would enjoy it. You would go through nights wishing you were with him. You would go through your days at school longing to see him. You would go through so much of the day wishing to hear his voice, needing to be with him. It was the exact same situation for him, though he was not confused.

In about a week or less, Jason was out of juvenile hall, though. There was a new program introduced by Wayne Industries.Jason was considered a "Wayward teen" so he fit right on into it, and was into the program. As long as Jason stays in line, as long as he follows the rules and doesn't break the laws. His schooling and education is going to be paid for. His living, basically everything.

He had to live at the school, so it was an academy. He was doing pretty great, honestly. IT made you happy to see him so happy about all of this. He wasn't treating it like a prison, he wasn't treating it like it was all his fault for getting in trouble. He didn't see this as a bad thing, if anything you figured he saw this as a new beginning for himself to continue living through his issues at hand with life. He made something out of it, not only that? But he made something out of himself. He formed himself into something, or someone better. He saw this as an opportunity to change, to be good.

You noticed he never really complained about much, he didn't really talk about anything negative other than annoying tests either. I mean, when he did complain it was about a pop quiz a teacher stuck onto him and the class.

The two of you had come to an agreement, he was on the track team at his school? You would be on the track team at your school. They weren't separated into girls, and boys.

But the idea came out of thought that eventually during districts? The two of you would go against each other in something, as the both of you, somewhat, kind of missed the running through Gotham and trying to stop each other kinda feel.

At the moment, you were sitting in his dorm, wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top that didn't really leave much to the imagination, but you had a soft and plushy blanket draped around your body. The tank top was black and hd green lines down the side of it, allowing your midriff to show and the silvery belly button ring to dangle freely. It was a dare, and it's not like it's something you'd keep. You've been finding it really hard to concentrate and focus when it comes to your physical, out of school, activities. It was a dare, and Layla's pretty okay with a safety pin. No infection, all is well. The shorts were grey, that's about it The drawstring was tied around your waist to keep the fabric from slipping past your body. But then again, you were lying in Jason's bed with your sketch pad before you and a pencil gripped between your middle and index finger.