Patrol was supposed to be peaceful; Wednesday nights aren’t usually a villain’s prime destruction time. Even if they were, Red Hood and his ‘sidekick’ (you hated being called that) weren’t the go-to protectors of Gotham.

Hands slid around your waist, lips making contact with the crook of your neck, “c’mon it’s been peaceful tonight…” Jason hummed.

You shrugged him off, saying that he shouldn’t be relaxed by the quiet and instead unnerved by it.

“Bats and his new golden boy will deal with it” he groaned, “I’ve got my own plans for you. Wont be very quiet when I’m through with you.”

He gently pulled you back into an alley, the darkness shrouding your figures. Jason hoisted you up by your hips, gently kissing at your jaw, just to start with. He knew he’d give up that gentleness relatively quickly.

“We can stop if there’s an attack or something, I want you all to myself.”