"Your behavior is reckless, Robin."
He flicks the end of his burning cigarette with undisguised cynicism. "And it's gonna kill me one day, right?" Jason mutters. "Heard it before."
Raven's hand hovers out from velvet, indigo fabric — so elegant, unblemished against the scarred flesh of Jason's bicep — before it withdraws respectfully.
Jason grunts, rubbing his fingers through his hair and spitting out his cigarette near his pixie boots.
"… I don't mind if you touch me."
It swells from him, naked and unapologetic towards her, and Raven lets that emotion — that beautifully grim sort of fidelity — wash over her, tingling the blood in her cheeks.
DC Comics isn't mine. Another oldie that never got published here! I kinda really love how Jason was always so sweet on Raven because he knew that genuinely she was looking out for him and cared, and he respected her and appreciated her kindness so much. Unnf. Enough of being sappy! Any thoughts/comments appreciated!