jason didn't do romance. at least, that's what he told himself. lately, he had found himself thinking about the sound of your laughter, the way it made him smirk under that red mask, the way it tugged on his heartstrings. he would never admit this out loud, he swore to himself.

you had partnered up with him for a job to take down some bad guys and a villain who was failing miserably at being a good one. "if we leave him alone, he'll eventually just blow himself up with his concoctions." you quipped as you looked up at the villain's hideaway building. jason had a smirk on his lips at the joke, agreeing. "let's just get in there, i want to do the exploding." he grunted as he pushed the door open.