The Marksman

Chapter Fourteen-A New Side Of A Team Mate

I relax against a expensive cushioned chair in a very large room. The walls painted a light warm milky brown and the wooden floors are nice light brown. I glance around the room even more. A large book shelf I could kill for was built into the wall on the right side, and directly across from it stood a king size bed with a dark red sheets and big white fluffy pillows. Next to the bed are two black night stands with lamps. On the right night stand was a digital clock that read 12:30 am. I have not moved from the chair for three hours. My eyes and mind can not process how large this room is and how expensive some of these items are. There's even a TV in the room right across from the bed. Then there's the bathroom. It's bigger than mine and Jason's bathroom. What the hell!? A knock suddenly interrupted my thoughts. "Come in." I say loudly. The door slowly opens to a familiar set of blue eyes and a familiar smirk.

"So how's it going? Everything alright Bells?" Jason asks. "Yes. I'm still trying to process things." I tell him. He enters the room and shuts the door behind him. He wasn't wearing his costume anymore. A nice light blue blazer and a white undershirt and a pair of kakis. He almost looked like Dick from Jason's safe house. "Why so fancy?" I ask. "Because where we are at. And what exactly are you trying to process?" He questions. Jason walks over to my bed and sits on it. His eyes catch mine and I can tell he's trying to read me.

"I'm not sure. It's hard to say." I tell him bluntly. "Are you sure or are you just saying that so you don't have to talk about it?" He asks. My body leans back a bit from his sudden reaction. He stands up and walks towards me. I lean back into the chair more. Jason rests his hands on the chair's arms and leans towards me. "Because I have a feeling you don't want to tell me." He whispers. "Tell you what?" I question with raised eyebrows. His smirk deepens "That kiss" he whispers. Instantly there was burning sensation on my cheeks. I quickly cover my face in my hands. Stay tough Annabelle. Can't break down now! I lean forward and clear my throat. "That's not what I was thinking you know." I tell him. "Well then what were you thinking about?" He said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"Pasta." I tell him flatly. My mouth formed a very straight line and I sorta glared at him. My arms automatically crossed themselves as the word "pasta" was mentioned. "You're serious?" Jason chuckles. He leans away from me and sits on the dark wood dresser that was next to the chair. "Yes, I was thinking about how much I want some pasta with parmesan cheese and butter all over macaroni noodles. Ahh man just the thought of it makes me hungry." I squeal. Jason raises an eyebrow at my statement. His body weight shifts towards me a little and a smirk appears on his face. "You must be a noodle head now." He jokes. "I am not!" I shout at him. "Do you want some? I can call Alfred and tell him this is what you request." Jason offers. My eyes snap to him and a smile dances across my face.

"Please!" I beg. "Alright. I'll go get him and I'll be right back. Stay put." Jason orders as he shoves off the dresser and makes way towards the door in one smooth motion. He opens the door and closes it quietly behind him. I stand up and walk over to the book shelf and run my fingers across the book spines. I let out a huff of air and quickly walk over towards the bathroom. I look into the mirror and see a stranger. I couldn't recognise myself anymore was it the soft glimpse in my eyes or how my features softened instead of having the resting bitch face. I roll my eyes at myself and walk out of the bathroom.

Jason was already back, and sitting on my bed with pasta. I rush over and sit down on my bed and grab a bowl of pasta and begin eating it. I stop with a mouthful of pasta and look at him with wide eyes. "What's wrong Bells?" He asks. "It's really good......" I manage to say. He chuckles lightly and puts more pasta in his mouth. I continue to shove more in my mouth and wipe butter off my mouth and went to grab some more but a rough hand was placed on top of mine. "Slow down. I don't want you to choke on your food." Jason tells me calmly. "I'm sorry. It really has been a while before I had pasta and butter with cheese." I tell him.

I swallow the remaining food in my mouth and look at him. He leans forward and his eyes glance around my face. "You have something on your mouth." He tells me. "Yeah, a pair of lips." I tell him. "No, you missed something when you were wiping your face clean." He tells me. "What! No, I didn't." I exclaim. "Yes you do." He laughs at me. "What where!?" I question and immediately start wiping my face. "Stop you keep missing it. Here let me." Jason laughs. His hand grazes my face lightly and then he smiles. I feel his thumb wipe the corner of my mouth and his hand lingers on my cheek.

I feel my cheeks instantly burn up and Jason laughs. "What's.....so funny?" I ask. He leans in and his lips press against mine. I freeze and couldn't do anything. He pulls away with a worried face. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean too." Jason tells me. I grab his shirt and pull him towards me again. His lips meet mine and begin to move. Pretty soon our lips move in sync full of passion and lust. He pushes me down on the bed and his hands trail in my hair. My hands run in his hair and cling onto his neck. His gently bites on my lip and a small moan escapes my mouth. I feel him smile against my lips. A knock was heard on the door.

"Excuse me, Annabelle. Can I speak with you?" A voice was heard. Jason immediately pulls off and sits up on the bed. I stand up and straighten my hair and run towards the door. I open it and see Dick standing with his arms crossed. "May I come in?" He asks politely. "Um...not right now. I was just getting ready to take a shower." I lied to him. "Ha..really? While Jason's in there with you?" He asks me. I knew I was busted. "Well.....no. He was just leaving." I open the door wider and turn to look at Jason but he wasn't there. My eyebrows furrow together. "What the hell?" I whisper to myself. "Alright. If you see him tell him that I need to speak with him. I hope you settle in comfortably." Dick tells me and places his hand on my shoulder and smiles before walking off. I turn my attention back to my room closing the door behind me.