(Dc Jason Todd) Wrong Number

I Don't Need Protecting.

"You've got a lot of cases," I look at a stack of files on her countertop as I finish the breakfast she's made. Eggs, toast, and leftover steak. It's good, and the pills she gives me with it have already wiped away my headache.

"City is trying to kill me with them I think," she sighs before gesturing to a similar- yet smaller- pile.

"But those are the cases I closed so I'm working through them the best that I can. I feel like a glorified bounty hunter sometimes though." She smiles and I laugh a little.

"Like I said- any information-"

"Jason-" she looks at me, "I don't know what you do. As much as I trust you, it's too dangerous."

She's serious. Leaning against the counter as she says it. Looking me in the eyes with a steady gaze. I shift and lean in a bit to speak. It's feels like we're having a conversation around other people how close we are now. Talking like we don't want others to hear. But there's no one else here.

"You don't think I can handle danger?" I ask.

"I just don't want us to get in any more trouble than we already do. The courts send prosecutors to question my leads constantly- other detectives- and a good lot of them aren't good people. The last thing I want is for a crooked cop to give my name to someone- and then they find you." She says and it feels weird.

We both are trying to protect each other. Hide the other one away. I've never really had someone play that on me. It makes my chest feel tight. I makes me look down from her gaze. I'm not use to this.

"Milou- if only you knew- I don't need protecting." I reply amused a little as I look at her again. Pushing my plate aside to lean my arms against the counter more. Leaning closer as I tell her this.

"Just because you don't need it doesn't mean I still won't try." She says in a definitive tone. It's softer but the power in her words shakes me to my core.

I can feel the honesty in her words. She means it. She cares. The tension in the air is thick. Thick like a canvas blanket draped over us. I know I can lifted with either an action or words. But I've never been good with words, and actions are instinct to me.

It's not hard to close the distance between us. Her counter is thin and the stool I'm sitting on, or was, gives me good leverage. She doesn't lean back. As soon as my lips are on her's she leaning into me. One of my hands shoots to her face. Holding her cheek to deepen the rush of a kiss. The tightness in my chest releases in a rush of heat. We both break for a moment before gasping into another kiss following close behind.

I have height on her thanks to the stool I'm leaning off of. She cranes her head slightly into it. Her hand coming up to hold one side of my jaw. I feel the pressure of her fingertips against my skin. It lets me know that I'm not the only one that doesn't want this to stop. It's easy for me to clear her short counter top without breaking the kiss.

I sit on it for a moment before sliding off and standing. Finally getting a better hold on her. One hand against the back of her neck and the other on her hip. The fever in the kiss stays constant. Neither of us want to let go of the other. She takes some charge, turning us so she can slide up onto the counter to sit. Letting me stand between her legs and get closer to her. I feel how strong her is, pulling me so close to her. It reminds me she's not as fragile as I keeping thinking.

So I run my hand into her hair, grasping it a bit to have more control over her. That thought alone seeming sinful to me. But she lets me. Tilting her head freely when I pull. It's a submission I didn't ask for. It makes me let go of her hair. And just deepen the kiss. I don't' want her to submit, I just want her. The girl who cares about me without knowing me.

The kiss slows. It's not desperate, it's knowing. Knowing that there's no rush. Knowing that this is enough. This company. The lust for more is still there. It gets me as far as nuzzling her face away and kissing her jaw and neck with and open mouth. The feeling of holding her a she leans back, the way her hand is curling up into my hair. And the small breath of sounds she huffs out. When she nuzzles me I come back to kiss her again. It's deeper than the others, and it feels like I'm floating for a moment. The next time we break the kiss, we don't go back for more.

We stay there. Catching our breath. Foreheads pressed against to one another. She huffs and runs her hands through my hair again. I look at her, her face is flushed, hair a bit of a mess, and her eyes. Her eyes are bright, almost as if they're glowing. It doesn't scare me this time. I trust those eyes.

"Well goddamn." she puffs and we both smile and laugh breathlessly for a moment.

"Yeah-" I clear my throat a little.

"Is that Jason for 'thanks for caring?' " she asks knowingly and I hum.

"How'd you know?" I ask.

"I'm fluent in dumbass." She says and I look at her.

"Oh I'm sure, it's your first language isn't it?" I tease her right back and she rolls her eyes. But the smile on her face tells the truth.

"I'm going to kick your ass Jay." She warns.

"Can't you just kiss me again instead?" I smirk and she laughs.

"You kissed me." She says.

"Well at first yeah buuut-" I give her a knowing look and she rolls her eyes at me again.

"Oh get outta here- come on let me off the counter."

"Fight me."

"Jason noooo please I'm still to hungover to deal with your bullshit."

"You weren't a seconds ago."

"Jason-"

"Alright alright."