"No. It's literally impossible to get off," Jason frowns, crossing his arms.

Secretly, he likes your kisses, likes the way your lipstick stains his cheek and forehead and lips just before you go onstage to perform. Even if Dick teases him mercilessly for it, Jason always gives in and lets you kiss him. You're his soft spot– always have been, always will be. Not that he'll ever admit that.

"Okay. One. And make it a little one! I don't want it to be on my face forever."