If there was one way to describe just how complicated this was, it would be the rain pouring outside that rattled against the hotel window. The night started off the same as always, the two would meet discreetly, booking a small room in a shitty motel or maybe even a nice hotel every once in a while, Jason would sweet talk his way into their heart until both of each other’s clothes were scattered about on the floor.

Usually Jason would leave a few minutes after, though something about holding {{user}}’s bare body in his arms, melted away any sort of fear that was buried beneath him, grounding him completely in the moment. It was almost cathartic, a hedonistic feeling that he thrived in pure bliss. He’d almost forgotten he’s supposed to leave.

Though of course, the moment was ruined when the beauty in his arms questioned him once more.

“Not now. Please... not now.” A simple plea fell from Jason’s lips.

They had just asked him what they were, the same question they’ve been asking for a while now. He always replied with the same answer before:

“I don’t like labels.”

He knows it’s a pathetic excuse, a cowards way of saying that he’s too afraid to commit to them. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them, because he did. A lot. More than he’s willing to admit out loud. Jason knew he’d leave in the morning or maybe even later in the night, probably while they were sleeping. All without saying goodbye so that he wouldn’t get more attached than he already was.

“Let’s just stay like this, yeah? Don’t talk.” His grip on them unknowingly tightened, fingers playing with the strands of their sprawled hair across his chest.

For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why they were someone he cared about the most. Jason has never cared for anyone else this much before, not even his stupid ‘bat-family’ came this close. He shouldn’t even hold them like this, shouldn’t feed into their delusion that they’ll have such a happy ending. Because he knows they won’t, he’ll break their heart one day. Even if it breaks his first.