(Dc Jason Todd) Wrong Number

Breathe

"I thought I told you not to cook?" Jason says sipping his coffee.

"Do I look like I'm going to do what you say?" I ask and he huffs.

"You're right I'm in no position to be giving you orders- but I am in one to be doing you favors." He says scooting into my person space and away from the food I'm warming up on the stove.

"Hey!" I protest but it's not like I can do much. 

He's about two hundred pounds give or take and about six foot something. I wasn't about to try and move him. Truth be told moving myself was still a little rough at times.

"I won't burn it I promise. At least sit down." He says and I huff and shuffle to a stool.

"You're just as stubborn as me and I don't know if that's good or bad." He huffs.

"Depends on the situation- Flip that piece on the far left-"

"It's not-"

"Flip. It."

he does and ha shakes his head. I was right it was the perfect time to flip it.

"Why are you so good at things?"

"I'm not I was just guessing it was time to flip that." I says and he looks at me

"Are you serious?"

"Jason I don't know what I'm doing. Ever. If I was I wouldn't be all fucked up." I say and he laughs a little.

"I was under the impression you at least had an idea of what you were doing."

"No not really." I smirk sipping my coffee and he scoffs at me.

"You act like you do pretty well then." He smiles flipping some more of my food and waiting.

He looks good being domestic. His large frame makes my kitchen look smaller than it already is- no Milou no. You can't just start thinking about him again immediately after everything. You need to make him work for this and let him know that keeping things from you isn't right. Even if he does do it because he cares. He cares. Oh god he cares. Sound the alarms. What do I do? Don't panic.

The guy you've been ogling at is not only hot as hell but a dangerous vigilante. He's the outlaw. He's Redhood!!! And here he is reheating fucking left overs for you. Because he cares. He's also admitted to wanting to sleep with you- OH GOD YOU'VE KISSED HIM!! Breathe Milou. It's not like you like it- no because you loved it-god fucking damn it.

"Milou!"

I jump at Jason's voice, he's standing in front of me from across the counter. A plate of food between us, he's got his hands on the counter flat and is leaning towards me looking worried and confused.

"You good?" he asks and I blink at him. Shit.

"Yeah! Yeah sorry I just- check out for a minute there I guess I'm just really hungry." I smile and he looks at me unconvinced.

"Uh no- come on what were you thinking about?"

"Food-"

"Milou." He warns.

"Fine nothing! I spaced out-"

"You looked slightly distressed." He says and I shrug.

"I guess that's just how my face looks when I space out." I say and he rolls his eyes.

"Sure- eat up chicken shit."

"Fuck off." I hum before digging into the food.

"You're welcome."