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RP with Jason Todd

[A few days after the depressing text messaging Roxy had with Jason she gets a call from one of the girls she knows from work who tells her that they've been offered to dance for a private after party at the club.

"It's good money Rox, these guys are big tippers to all the girls. Not just the ones up on stage." She tells her, "C'mon it might be fun."

Fun. Sure.
It's something she could use right now, having spent the last two days in a depressive slump over the situation with Jason, so after some consideration she agrees. She loves dancing so it might help break her out of her mood and she definitely could use the cash seeing how she just had to use a good chunk of her savings to buy a new cellphone, but most of all she says yes because there's a part of her that wants to look sexy as fuck and have guys check her out just to spite Jason. He won't be there, seeing how he's not 21, but that doesn't matter. It's the vibe, that badass bitch vibe that she needs right now.
Because otherwise she's just going to sink deeper into heartbreak.

And so, on Saturday night Roxy selects an outfit from her costume closet that she knows is a "fan favorite", throws it and some heels into a bag and heads down to 'The Penthouse' strip club located in downtown Gotham.]

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[ Jason is the kind of person who needs actions over words, so he gets how important the follow through is, and he intends on doing just that. Aside from the minor glitch this weeks, he knows he's given Roxy his all, and still he wants to do better. He knows he can.

As for kisses, every single one with Roxy is as good as it gets. He should have known that her kissing Robin would be a dead giveaway. They're kisses really are electric, all of them making his head feel fuzzy in the best kind of way. ]

Mmm I wanna just climb back into bed with you for the rest of the day. Just wanna be with you.

[She smiles and brushes the tip of her nose against his.]

C'mon then, let's be lazy.

[Sliding off him she pulls back the heavy comforter on his bed and motions for him to get in, standing up so she can kick off her doc marten boots and then pull the sweater dress she's wearing up and over her head. Underneath is a soft pink bralette and grey panties, not the sexiest set of underwear she owns but she had no idea how this conversation was going to go and didn't want to dress sexy only to be disappointed if he had turned her away. But now that things seem to be good again she wants to feel as much of his skin against hers as she can, she's missed feeling him so badly.

She pauses and motions towards the coffee cups she set down earlier.]

Want me to grab the coffee?

[ When she gets up to get undressed, he slides off the bed and goes to lock the door. No way is he letting Bruce come up here and bust up their lazy time. He's pretty sure Alfred would keep him away this time either way, but still. He and Roxy need this time alone, and if there are any emergencies, he's sure Bruce would contact him anyway.

For now though, he turns back towards her and smiles because she looks so damn sexy. She always does. He slides his arms around her waist and leans in to kiss her shoulder, then nudges her towards the bed and detours to the dresser. ]

I'll grab the coffee, you get in bed. This bacon looks good too. Breakfast in bed?

[ He brings the coffee over once she gets settled and hands the coffee over, then goes to grab the plates and balances them carefully as he climbs into bed as well. ]

Eggs are cold but probably still real fucking delicious.

[She's thankful that he locks the door, the last thing she wants is Bruce finding her here unannounced. Again. She'd like to be on good terms with Jason's boss and mentor and she doesn't want Alfred to get in any trouble for sneaking her in either.]

Mmmmm breakfast in bed sounds great, I haven't had anything but coffee this morning.

[Mostly because she didn't have the stomach for anything, she had been nervous about their talk but now she's ravenous. She climbs into Jason's giant bed, taking the coffee cups when he hands them over, moving some of his pillows so they can eat comfortably. When he carries over the food she helps get him situated and then leans over to kiss his cheek.]

They smell delicious. You know how to spoil a girl.

[ It's hard to get on good terms with Bruce, so she shouldn't worry too much about that. Honestly, considering the shitshow he knows he is, Jason can hardly believe he was ever on good terms with him either.

One day he'll have to tell Roxy how he and Bruce met. ]

Two sips of coffee is all I got. Worth it, though.

[ Now it is. He was so freaked out earlier and now it seems like such a distant worry. The worry about Bruce will come later, but for now he's good with how this went. Even more so because they're back together now, better than ever. He unfucked something instead of fucking it up completely. Kind of a big damn deal.

He lets her situate the food and then he climbs into bed, taking up the spot right next to her, moving in close, then takes his coffee and lays back in bed with her, smile on his face. ]

I'm gonna have to thank Alfred too, though. He's really got our backs, huh.

[She has about a million questions about his relationship with Bruce, one of those being how they met, but now is not the time to get into it. She knows one of his biggest secrets so there's no need to pressure him for more information, he'll tell her when he's ready. She is very curious about if they've had similar training though....]

Hey I asked you if you wanted to eat before we talked.

[She teases, munching on one of the pieces of bacon. When he brings up Alfred she grins.]

I'm going to buy Alfred a fuckin fruit basket to say thanks, or maybe booze. Does he drink? Either way, I owe him big. I literally had no other ideas on how to talk to you, seeing how you went all radio silence with your phone.

[ The thing is, after what she found out? There's really no pressure. Not when it comes to Robin and his relationship with Bruce, anyways. The stuff he keeps closer to his chest is everything before that. Jason Todd without Robin. That's where the pressure really is. But he's told her bits and pieces of that too, so who knows. ]

Yeah, you did.

[ He smirks, grabbing a piece of bacon as well, chowing down on it as he snuggles a little closer to her. ]

He likes to have a good drink every once in a while. Quiet nights are hard to come by, so he gets all down with a drink when they happen.

[ Rare in Gotham, but not unheard of. Jason does feel guilty about how he stopped texting Roxy, though. How distant he was trying to be from her. ]

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. I thought everything would explode, though. Thought I'd fuck it up one way or another, you know? Kinda my thing.

[She smiles when he snuggles closer to her, loving that he's so snuggly. She's been with guys before who weren't that into cuddling and it always made her feel off or that she was being clingy, but one of her main love languages is physical touch so it's nice to find someone who is open to it as much as she is.]

Okay great, I'll buy him a nice bottle of whiskey or bourbon then. With a giant red bow and a note that says 'thank you for being sneaky and amazing Alfred.'

[When he apologizes again she leans over and kisses his forehead.]

It's okay, I get why you did.

[She looks at him softly.]

What do you mean that it's kinda your thing?

[ Jason is definitely big on cuddling when he actually likes someone. When he trusts them enough to let them get close. He migth even end up being the clingier one, so Roxy doesn't have to worry about that. ]

I bet he'd like that a lot.

[ he smiles softly at her when she kisses his forehead, holding up a piece of bacon for her to eat and shrugging when she asks what he means. ]

I tend to break things. I fuck things up wherever I go. Whatever I do. Just kinda follows me around... or it's inside of me. I don't know. I don't wanna fuck things up with you though.

[She leans over and takes the offered bacon with a smile, munching on it thoughtfully as he explains her tendency to fuck things up.]

Aw hon, somehow I doubt that it's always you fucking things up but I can understand feeling like that. When you grow up in hard situations like we did it can really mess up how you perceive stuff.

[Take for example her tendency to think that she's worthless, unattractive, or white trash. She reaches over and brushes back his hair, looking into his eyes as she does so.]

You won't fuck things up with me darlin, try not to worry so much about it okay?

[ Jason doesn't think he'll ever be convinced that him breaking things is just his perception and isn't actually just the way things are. he's had too many things happen for that to be the truth, but he gives her a nod anyway. she doesn't need to lay here listening to him shit talking himself. ]

Okay. I'll try not to.

[ because worrying about it won't get him anywhere anyway. logically he knows that, but things don't always go the logical way.]

But I do know how damn lucky I am to be with you.

[She knows she can't make him stop worrying about fucking things up but hopefully she can help ease that worry over time. Maybe once he sees that she isn't afraid of his work or his past life he'll be able to relax and not assume that everything is doomed.]

You know that goes both ways right?

[She asks him with a smile, poking him in his side gently.]

What I mean is, you realize that I'm sitting here thinking that same thing right? How lucky I am to be with you.

[ He always needs more time, and then maybe he'll come around. He's never had enough time to get there, because things have always gotten fucked up before that point, so he's never had a lot of hope for things to work out... but maybe this time. That's all he can really tell himself.

He smiles softly, leaning in to kiss her head. There are about ten self-deprecating things that pop into his head at her words, but he shoves them back down and leans in to kiss at her neck instead. ]

Thanks, Roxy.

[She makes a low purring noise when he kisses her neck.]

Mmmhm. You're very welcome.

[She tilts her head to one side, granting him access to even more of her neck.]

That feels nice. You've probably been told this before but you have very nice lips, darlin.

[Jason smiles against her skin, then kisses her neck some more, up to the back of her ear.]

Been told a lotta things about my lips. They're good for dick sucking, apparently.

[he snorts softly, pulling back to rub at them a bit self-consciously.]

Sounds a lot better when you say nice things about em though.

[A pleasant shiver goes down her spine as he kisses up to the back of her ear but when he mentions some of the things he's heard about his lips she utters a small snort laugh.]

Sorry what?! Who said that to you?

[She reaches out and softly brushes his lower lip with her thumb.]

They're lovely. I love kissing them.

Just some guy I used to live with in foster care.

[more things that he doesn't ever really talk about and tends to avoid, but apparently it's truth time, even if it's still bits and pieces of it.

When her thumb brushes against his lower lip, he tilts his head down a bit to kiss at it. ]

They like kissing you too. Probably their new favorite thing.

[Her brows knit together in concern for a moment, trying to figure out what a comment like that could mean in that situation.]

Another guy your age? Or your foster parent?

[Her expression softens at his remark about kissing her and she smiles, brushing his lips again. They're so soft and full, and thankfully aren't split or injured today.]

Well they are welcome to kiss me anytime they please.

Nothing happened, Rox.

[Is the only answer he really wants to give, which pretty much answers the question anyway.]

Sure, we got the shit kicked out of us, but they only ever threatened anything else.

[which he supposes was damaging enough, but Jason was always the kind of scrappy kid who fought back.

He'd rather focus back on the kissing, though. He doubts she wants to hear about his fucked up past.]

How 'bout I put these plates aside so I can do just that.

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[Nothing happened. She very much doubts that, and his next statement confirms it. Abuse is abuse, physical and threatening sexual is more than enough to really mess someone up. She tries not to let her expression change too much but she's suddenly angry and upset at the people who hurt him like that.]

Those. Fuckers.

[She doesn't know where to put her anger so she nods when he suggests moving the plates aside, moving in to hug him tightly after he's got everything cleared.]

I'm sorry you had to go through that. You didn't deserve that.

[ His parents were no better, so by the time he got moved around from place to place he was pretty used to it. In the long run, he figures having to fight back all the time taught him how to survive. He doesn't really think about how if he didn't have to try and survive all the time, he wouldn't have had to learn to fight back so intensely.

But then maybe he wouldn't be Robin right now, and that, to him, would be the most terrible thing of all.]

Wasn't all bad, you know? Led me to where I am today, and that's all that really matters.

[ he wouldn't mind being a little less fucked up in the head, but Roxy doesn't seem to think there's too much wrong with him, so at least there's that. he's always harder on himself, though. ]

Wow, I really fucked up this conversation, huh. You were just trying to give me a compliment.

[She wraps her arms around him and pulls him down with her into the comfort of his bed.]

That's true. [She says softly as she hugs him, understanding that kind of mentality. She feels similar about her time at the I.O. testing facility. Did it screw her up a little to be treated like a lab rat? Probably. But would she go back in time and change it? It's hard to say, because if she did should wouldn't have met her friends or found out that she had a half sister. So probably not.]

You didn't fuck up the conversation, you're allowed to talk about unpleasant things with me.

[She says as she kisses his cheek softly.] It's one of the benefits of having a girlfriend, being able to talk about stuff.

[Girlfriend. Just saying the word now makes her stomach flutter happily, she hadn't been looking to get into a relationship in Gotham and yet here she is. With a guy who is almost so well suited to her that it's a bit scary.]

[ It's a little strange, laying here with her like this in the comfort of his bed, yet talking about this shit. Shit he doesn't ever talk about. But for once, he hadn't brushed it off or tried to make a joke about it- maybe cause he knows that if anyone would get it, it would be Roxy. Or she'd at least understand, and not try to push for more than he's ready to give.

He trusts her. ]

Just don't want you to think that this is the kinda guy I am, you know? I don't wanna think about the unpleasant shit. It happened. Shit happens. I don't need anyone feeling fucking sorry for me.

[ He lets out a frustrated huff, but he's letting it go. He's not going to get worked up about this, because that's exactly what he's telling her that he doesn't do. ]

I've never had a girlfriend to talk to about my shit before.

[ He says as he slides his hand over to her, lacing their fingers. ]

The kind of guy you are hrm? You mean a strong willed, fearless, amazing guy? One who is totally allowed to talk about some of the shit he went through in order to become such a wonderful person?

[She says as she brushes back his hair.]

It doesn't make you weak and it won't scare me away if you want to talk about that stuff Jason. I understand why you don't, really I do. It hurts thinking and talking about shit like that, but I'm here for you if you want to okay?

[She entwines her fingers into his and smiles at him.]

It's still hard for me to believe I'm your first girlfriend....these Gotham girls....they must all be blind or something.

I'm not a...

[ He starts, but stops himself, looking down and shaking his head. This is why he doesn't want to talk about this stuff. It starts to take root far too easily inside of him, twisting things up, reminding him what kinda trash he is.

So maybe all the stuff that he tries to bury away really does get to him, so why not keep it far away? It's unhealthy, but he's never had a chance to do anything else, so why start now? ]

Don't really get what the point of talking is, I guess.

[ So he's conflicted about it. But he does know she's here for him- still, he doesn't want her looking at him a certain way. ]

Never really put myself in the position I guess. Plus, I had a lot of other things on my mind. There's this one girl, Molly. She's probably the closest I ever came, but we're better as friends. Plus she likes girls a hell of a lot more than she likes me.

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i like that icon, such poofy hair!

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