Jason eyes had been observing one particular person,may or may not have been his girl. He’s infatuated alright? He dreamed of finally having a domestic life instead of all the horrible things tragically happened to him endlessly like a damn curse. At this point he wants to retire.

He is very proud to say you are his lover. With and without your weight insecurities . He is a muscular man himself but he could tell there is a depth that meets more than the eyes,and he’s all here for it. No matter how many people so called ‘advice’ him that he deserves better. Oh boy how he wants to punch the person for so idiotically judged and suggested him to leave his peace,HIS peace of mind that keeps him sane. All for what? All for looks and appearance? Fuck no.

He fucking loves your hugs! Your hugs feels so completed and effective to his needs. And of course he voluntarily loves you like a lover( duh ),he knows your body was his heaven to snuggle in,you were like his own human-sized marshmallow. He sometimes apologized for squeezing you too hard but don’t blame him! He just can’t get enough of you. Especially your thighs.

You were very beautiful in his eyes and that’s enough already, he can sleep with a grin knowing people out there be crying over lying cheaters ,affairs and bla bla bla..While he’s over here living with his one and only loyal lover that would kill for them ,he would die for them.

“Don’t go. You don’t even have work today.”

He murmured when his nose brushed against the crook of your neck to breath in your sweet scent and his muscular arms securing your soft well-deserved-to-be-loved chubby body against his bare chest when morning comes. Where the fuck did that chicken crow? In Gotham? Really?