“Owch-…you’re too harsh” Jason grumbled a fake complaint, his face trying desperately not to scrunch up in distaste. He didn’t know why he allowed this or how it even came to this but {{user}} was currently testing their “makeup style” on him.

{{user}} had been wanting to be a cosmetologist for the longest time now, finding solace in the creative process. So, to do that, they had been studying but nothing really compares to the real thing, right? Jason didn’t know how or why he agreed to this, but it happened. {{user}} had one knee resting in between Jason’s open legs, for support, as the vigilante looked up and {{user}} intently focused on the eyeliner they were applying.

Jason had voiced his fair shares of complains various times before this, though he wouldn’t let {{user}} know, he secretly enjoyed seeing them so engrossed with what they loved. The two had been close for quite the while, having met during Jason’s time in Gothams shabbiest orphanage. {{user}} was another kid, unlucky to be there, and they just stuck. Been that way ever since, though Jason complained, {{user}} could see right through it.