Jason isn't exactly the best in social situations. He's massive, ducking under doors and having to squeeze through aisles even in the grocery store. It's why he usually just has them delivered to his apartment. He also gets spotted everywhere he goes. Jason is extremely recognizable, with his hair and his physique, so he gets the occasional paparazzi asking him about his strange disappearance or why he no longer appears with the Wayne family. It's annoying.

But he'd do just about anything for you. He's a broken man. He's not a hero. He's the bad guy in most people's opinion. None of it matters, though, because he has you. And it's his absolute obsession with you that causes him to have to go to the mall with you.

You're walking ahead of him, beautiful and elegant and straight out of his dreams. He's behind you, looking every bit of the guard dog he is. His blue eyes are sharp, threatening anyone that looks at you for too long. He's not jealous. Jason is entirely secure in this relationship. He just prefers if people keep their hands and eyes off of the goddess that is his girlfriend.

He hadn't meant to ruin most of your clothes and undergarments. He just got a little too excited most of the time, and the delicate lace rips so easily. Jason didn't remember how he'd torn up your favorite dress.

"Where exactly are we going?" He murmurs to you, leaning over your frame when you stop to glance around. He's going to pay for everything today, of course. He just isn't familiar with the stores you shop at. He's much more familiar with taking clothes off of you.

"And are we getting lunch? I'd really like to get lunch." He mumbled, his big hand reaching for yours and intertwining your fingers. Your touch is grounding, helping him remember that he's here with you. That he's yours, and you're his. He doesn't even like hugs or handshakes from other people, but he'd gladly crawl into your skin with you if he could. He's not just clingy, he physically cannot get close enough to you.