Redhood wasn’t soft.

Jason never thought of himself as soft, he had never been a soft man. Even as his early years as Robin, roughing up bad guys barely made him flinch despite his innocence.

Then you came along and suddenly everything felt soft. Not in a bad manner, not enough that he was weak, that you were weak.

Simply in the manner he found his voice becoming soft around you, his heart, his frown. The strain on his heart. Maybe even his heart in general because even just looking at you made him melt. You could be shoving a burger far too big for you into your mouth and Jason would stare at you like you’d just hung the stars.

It was a softness he had accepted, a softness that came with the a comfortability no one else had brought him. Not even the other outlaws, Artemis and the others had their own place in his heart but you? You owned it.

You had changed so much of his rough exterior with a flutter of your lashes, he was whipped lashed. Clingy, Softest of the soft.

“Sweets, please, ten minutes. I promise.” Jason huffed, looking over his bare shoulder as he lay on his front, watching as you continued to read in the plush chair of the corner of his room he’d bought you. He’d spent the last five minutes practically begging for you to scratch his back. It was a simple gesture you had done one day when cuddling, one of the first things he found himself softening enough to ask for. “Just ten minutes?”

Nearly every night he was begging, though you were never fooled. It was never just ten minutes but you always caved. He couldn’t get over the shivers and tingles your nails brought when dragging over his muscular and scarred back. He just needed you close.

He’s practically pouting now, arms wrapped around the pillow, back laid out expectantly.

It was sweet. He needed you. Constantly.

“Baby.”