Jason gave a halfhearted nod, barely responding to anything your friend asked him. You were out at a restaurant, all of your friends seated at a big round booth. And one of your friends was starting to piss him off.

It was subtle things like ordering your drink for you, hugging you just a tad too long. Getting a little too close for comfort on your other side. Now, Jason wasn't normally a jealous boyfriend. He trusted you, and he knew you loved him. But this guy was pushing him.

You laughed at a joke and Jason's eyes were drawn to you, smiling at your pretty face. As he looked at you, Jason noticed someone else doing the exact same thing. Looking at you in the exact same way. Your friend was smiling over at you, a look in his eye Jason knew all too well. Because that's how he looked at you before you started dating.

Jason's expression changed from soft and loving to pissed off, glaring at your friend again. Nope. Not on his fucking watch. Not gonna happen. The guy noticed, giving him a sheepish smile and a nod before looking away again, joining back into the conversation.

Jason reached down, placing a possessive hand on your thigh. He leaned over in your space, whispering in your ear. "When do you want to go home?" He knew you wanted to hang out with your friends, and he usually liked being around them with you. But right now? He wanted to bash that guy's head into the table and through him into Gotham bay.

He wasn't jealous. Not at all. Nope. Not him. "Soon?" He pulled back, looking at you hopefully.