Someone is always watching

Chapter 21

Monday late at night

Jason was set on seeing Nerissa during patrol. They tried to convince her to stay at the manor for the night, but she refused. It was normal, she didn't know them. He knocked on her window a few times and waited. He saw her peak through the shut curtains before opening them along with the window, he couldn't tell if she was happy or pissed to see him. After opening the window she went to her bed and sat in the middle picking up a book. He was debating whether or not he should enter her room, or maybe if he should leave since she was royally ignoring him. She closed the book with such force startling him and she looked at him straight in the eyes, well where his eyes would be.

"I thought you were supposed to be keeping your distance from now on." she said sarcastically.

"Says who?" he knows who, she has an unimpressed look on her face, "I've always been a rebel, I don't follow orders."

"Really? So the tracker was your idea not his? And let me guess so was Roy? Or should I say Arsenal?"

"How did you-"

"Seriously? How many redheads have that weird-ass tattoo on their right arm and an interest in saving Trish? I'm no detective but I'm not stupid. He should either add sleeves to his suit or to his regular clothes."

"Fucking idiot, I've been telling him for years!" Jason was dramatically gesturing with his arms.

"You can come inside if you want."

"So you're not mad at me?"

"Well, I was, I am," she looked at him closing the window and the curtains, maybe having him here with this new privacy wasn't a good idea, she swallowed hard and continued, "and well, given everything that's happened a tiny part of me is glad there was a tracker." How was he invading her like that? Why was his presence so intoxicating? "but it doesn't mean you had any right putting it, it's kind of creepy, honestly." she saw his shoulder fall a bit, relaxing.

"So you're going to keep it on?" he asked hopefully.

"Well, as much as I hate the idea of someone watching my every move, with everything that's going on, and given the fact that bat's been watching me for years, yes for the time being, I will keep it on." she stood up from the bed making him tense a bit, she reached for something in the drawer of her nightstand and handed it to him, "I believe this is yours" it was his t-shirt.

"Keep it, there's plenty more where it came from." He saw her eyes light up a bit, and her cheeks flushed. She put the shirt back where it was, took a deep breath and asked.

"You didn't pop your stitches did you?" she furrowed her brows eyeing his waist where his bullet wound was.

"I didn't, but you can check if you want, play doctor and stuff." he said in a teasing voice unintentionally, he saw her face burning a shade of red that probably matched his hood.

"You're an ass, you know that?" she turned and climbed back on her bed, he sat at the edge. He was watching her; obviously nervous, a bit flustered, biting her lip, she adjusted her glasses on her nose, she wasn't looking at him when she asked in a small voice, "Hood?" she glanced at him, "what's this.. thing" she moved her finger back and forth between them, "you know, between us? because there is something, right?" What is he supposed to say? How does he explain his feelings for her without telling her who he is? She's waiting for him to answer, she wanted to take it back but it was too late.

"I don't know, I- uh," he was breathing hard, not looking at her, trying to choose his words carefully, "I- yes, there is", to hell with it he thought, screw Bruce and his mission, he was coming clean and they'd go from there. "But I can't, not like this" he reached for his helmet to remove it but she stopped him, her small hand was on his gloved hand, she was kneeling on the bed next to him looking where his eyes would be, she had a small smile on her lips. He moved his hand from his helmet to cup her cheek, she leaned into his touch and closed her eyes, he traced his thumb over her lip as their foreheads touched.