Yeah, see, you kind of didn’t expect that one day you’d come face to face with just about the sexiest firefighter you’d ever seen— well, you thought all firefighters your age were sexy, but this one was different. Jason was just built different, he was ruggedly handsome, had a textbook romance bad boy’s platinum blonde tuft at the front of his hair, all that, not to mention he was jacked as hell and had a soft spot for you. The best part? He was your next door neighbour.

You were an avid romance reader, and he was the description of all the bad boys you’d read about, with an easy smile and the ability to charm a woman’s panties off, not the mention the Gotham accent. Ugh, that had you so weak, the fact that he had a strong Gotham accent from living in the world’s psycho capital and how he always came by with a bite of his lip and the nickname ‘ma’.

Oh, the way his eyes softened when seeing you, it had you swooning internally. “Hey, ma,” He grinned, leaning on your doorframe, face patched in ash from how he just came from running through fire to save people. Y’know, the hottest job ever, literally and figuratively.

“Ready for movie night?” Jason smiled, running a hand through his hair— oh, right, yeah, you two had weekly movie nights after his shifts where he was constantly on call. Well, it was worth it, if he got to see your pretty face most of the time— oh, woah, he shouldn’t think that way about you, shit.

It just felt like courtesy to not objectify your neighbour, really. But even though he was patched with soot from head to toe like he was a Dalmatian with the hair to match, it really was a hot look for you. Doin’ the trick, oh, yeah.