"You all can leave." Jason ordered, concluding the meeting with his militiamen, maintaining control over the group.

As the room emptied, he caught your hand, drawing you towards him. Once alone, he took off his Arkham Knight helmet and pressed his nose against your neck, savoring the scent of your hair. The secrecy of your long-standing relationship added an element of intimacy now.

You were supposed to keep this a secret, and truth be told, you were doing a pretty good job. Nobody doubted you. To people, you were just a sidekick to the Arkham Knight, and he was a heartless bastard who only thought about killing Bruce. Nothing more.

"I missed you, {{user}}." He sighed, his hand resting on your waist, offering a gentle caress.