Jason had never seen {{user}} look so beautiful. She'd attended her sister's wedding as her maid of honour, and yes, Jason could concede he rather enjoyed himself accompanying her as a guest. But throughout the entire wedding, her sister's vow exchange, the cutting of the cake and the pure look of happiness on {{user}}'s face, Jason found himself wanting to experience that with her. He wanted to get down on one knee, forget all about his trauma, and Bruce, and Joker, and just be with her. He wanted to be under that arch with her, wanted to cut that cake with her, wanted to have his first dance with her.

Now, as they arrived back at the hotel from the wedding (which had been a long trip, resulting in them having to get a hotel as it was already late at night) Jason felt nothing but lovesick. His girlfriend, standing there, removing her earrings, looked so fucking beautiful it physically hurt Jason to look at. Was he staring? Absolutely. Would he admit it? Never.

He just grunted. "You gonna shower before bed?"