Red Rain [Jason Todd]

.35

"And who wins?" I smirk as Jason and I sit at one of the booths outside the large arcade area. He rolls his eyes while sitting across from me, "We've still got a couple games to go..."

I look down at my ticket receipt, "I've got 3,713. And you?"

He slightly glares at me before looking down at his ticket, "2,683."

I put my hand behind my ear, "So, who won?"

"We still-"

"But who still won?"

"You." He mumbles, looking to the side.

I lean over the table, "Who?"

"You-"

"Sorry, can't hear yo-"

"You! You won!" He interrupts in laughter, "Brielle fucking Washington won, okay?! Do you want me to shout it from the rooftops?"

"Actually, that doesn't sound like a bad deal. Although the top of this table may be the next best thing."

He takes it seriously when he begins to stand up, pushing his arms against the table so he can pull his foot on top of it.

I laugh and put my arms out towards him, "I'm just kidding! I'm kidding! Don't do it!"

He smiles brightly as he sits back down, brow raising in suspicion, "What? You'd be embarrassed?"

"Yeah," I answer playfully with a shrug, "Probably."

"Oh yeah, that's right. Because you only like to rub everything in my face. Right, right." He nods with narrowed eyes and I point a finger at him.

"That's right," I titter, "Glad you know your place."

"Oh?" He challenges, and it makes me laugh again.

"Yes!" I finally get it out as our laughs calm. When we do, we fall under silence. I look down at the table between us and smile at it. We've been laughing at and with each other all night, like how we used to, and somewhere inside of me, I was afraid to admit that it felt good. Afraid to admit it felt good to him.

I look back up to him to find him still looking at me, and I see that there's more than just amusement in his eyes.

And he gives himself away when he slightly clears his throat while glimpsing away for a moment, sitting up straighter while slightly rubbing his hands against his thighs, "So when do you wanna go get prizes?"

"Before we leave. I don't wanna go carrying all of my many beautiful prizes around." I smile, flipping invisible hair off my shoulder since my real hair was pulled into a careless bun because careless, messy buns are the best.

"Or you would just to show them off." He says while slightly tilting his head. I smile and shrug, "But also wouldn't wanna get them dirty, right?"

"Or stolen."

"Ooh, I wish someone would." I growl, making him smile brighter as he places his left hand on the tabletop. I look down at it, seeing a bruise I've never seen before there.

My brows slightly furrow, "What happened?"

He looks down at it, and he removes his hand from sight instantly. I look back up to him to see his look had changed and I couldn't put a finger on what type of expression it was. Jason never made this expression before.

I put my hand out, giving him a knowing look. He sighs deeply before placing his hand in mine.

"So?" I ask expectantly as I look down at it. It rolled onto his wrist, so I tilt his hand just a little to see how big it really was.