(Dc Jason Todd) Wrong Number

Stop Thinking.

I turn around to look at whoever is with me. It's the moment of truth, and I'm terrified. Scared. But when I see Jason I'm not sure if I'm relieved or surprised. I settle back into the mattress, and it's like every time I see him he's more and more attractive to me. Which makes me more confused as to why I didn't fuck him last night. I get rid of that thought. My head still hurts, but the guy holding me is warm and comfortable.

I shut my eyes and let my ears work, I can hear his soft breathing. I feel safe with his grip on me. I melt into his warmth and slowly feel myself slip back into a deep and comfortable sleep. I don't think I've ever slept this well, let alone with someone else in my bed.

~

I wake up looking at her. And it's peaceful. How small she is compared to my wide frame. Holding her close is an instinct. One that I trust. Looking at her helps me ignore the pain in my head. We were drunk as fuck last night. But I have a feeling that nothing happened. Maybe we were both just so tired that we crawled into bed with one another. I'm sure we both wanted something to happen. I know I did. But this feels better. Right in some way.

There are scars that I can see. One or two. One on her collarbone and another small one on her arm. Old, almost blending in with her skin. Looking at her face I can't help but let out a long breath. She's almost angelic in how she looks. Her hair is a beautiful mess against the pillow. One longer strand curled over her shoulder, draping against her neck.

It's a moment of peace, I never get to have those. Don't think I deserve them either. And it becomes sour quickly. Because of how beautiful she is inside and out compared to how ugly I am inside. And the ugly things that I've done. She might know about me but she still doesn't know everything. I think maybe disappearing, leaving her like this, might be good. But then again, it might break her heart. I might break mine too. To leave her and try not to think about her. To fade back into what I've been doing. Make her fade out.

I'm scared. I can admit that to myself. I'm scared she'll get hurt. I'm scared she'll hate me. I should never have gotten this close- Should have never...

My thoughts stop as her eyes shift. When I see her eyes every doubt leaves my body. I can't think about anything looking into those eerie green eyes. Calm, and curious. They look deep into mine, and I'm afraid she sees everything I'm hiding. But I push on.

"Good morning." I breath.

She blinks at me. Shifting in the covers of her bed. But her eyes never break away from mine.

"Good morning..." She takes a moment.

"Do you remember how we got here?" She asks.

"No, do you?" I ask and she shakes her head just slightly.

"No...Does your head hurt as much as mine?" she asks.

"Probably." I hum and she hums back at me.

We're quiet for another few moments unsure of what to do or what to say. But it's not an uncomfortable silence. When she speaks again I listen.

"I had a good time last night with you- at least- with what I can remember," she confesses. She smiles at the last of her words, and I makes me smile back at her.

"We did get pretty drunk last night," I laugh a little to myself.

"You don't usually do that." She says knowingly.

"Neither do you." I point out.

"Jen is an influence." she says.

"One I like if she lets me know where to see you." The words are unfilter. But I don't regret saying them. Especially watching the way her eyes flicker about my face after I say it.

"She a little bit braver than I am-"

"Depends on the subject."

"Not on the subject of saying fuck it."

"And why you'd you say that?"

"Because you are... Not only incredible attractive- someone I can trust. I think to hard about things because I don't want to ruin them." She's quiet when she talks but she isn't afraid to look at me.

"I don't think through half the things I do so you at least care enough to." I say and she smiles and shakes her head a little at me.

"You use your head Jason." she assures me.

"Not like I want to- maybe neither of us should be thinking right now." He breath, I can't help the words coming out of my mouth. 

It's the truth. If things weren't the way they were. I would've met her before, I would have kissed her before. Honestly I would have done a lot more before this moment if I wasn't thinking. The way she looks at me, she knows. She wishes it too.

"Then what should we be doing?" She asks.

She knows the answer. She wants me to act on it and I'm dying to. I let out a breath. I pull my arm from around her and sweep back the hair that's laying against her neck.

"Kissing. Not just laying here- but for some reason this feels strangely intimate." I confess.

"No one's ever looked me in the eye as long as you have..." She says.

"They're missing out then..." I keep my hand in her hain. Trailing against the back of her neck. It's soft and the feeling of her skin under it is warm.

"Why are we thinking?" She asks.

"Because we don't want to ruin a good thing."

"I don't think we will"

I'm about to reply, with what I don't know. But a phone rings. And it snaps us from the moment. She has this look on her face that says this isn't right. She turns away and pulls a phone out of her night stand. Not her regular one. She answers. It gives me a view of her bare back. And the assortment of marks on it isn't scary but more surprising. Her scars weren't ugly.

"This is Shaw go ahead....Yes sir.... No... You can't be serious sir... Right... I'll get Abernathy, we'll get the paperwork for it... No we can handle it... please don't call it a specialty.." She runs a hand through her hair. "Yes sir... Right... No, we'll stop it before it becomes a bigger issue. Right... Have a good day." She's there a moment before hanging up.

"Work?" I ask.

"Yeah... The captain is killing us with cases. This one is more serious gang issues but..." She tosses the phone back into the drawer annoyed. "It's just been getting worse."

"You know I'm always ready to help you." I say and she hums a bit.

"I know- I can't think straight with this headache." She holds her head in her hand for a moment. I sit up and hum as I stretch.

"Then let's get up. Get some meds, food, maybe try and figure out what happened last night."

"Well we know what didn't happen." She hums and I laugh a little.

"Probably not for lack of trying on either of our parts I bet."

"Oh definitely not."