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9.) “you have officially earned the title of biggest asshole.”

4.) “Yeah, well, fuck you.” “I hope so.”

Sorry It’s taking me so long to finish up those drabbles, i’ll get em done as fast as I can.

Moonlight seeped through the windows, lighting up the hallway as you groggily made your way to the kitchen. As you came closer to your destination, the sound of shuffling feet and crinkling plastic met your ears. You didn’t dare breathe, grabbing a knife from the coffee table as you inched closer and closer. Peering around the corner, you were met with the sight of a tall figure rooting through the pantry. There was a box of cookies and a bag of potato chips on the counter, already open and half-eaten.

“Hey!” The stranger jolted as you flipped on the lights, lunging forward to twist his arm behind his back and bring the knife to his neck. He muttered a couple of angry curses at you before speaking up.

“Ease up, it’s me,” he grunted. You groaned and let go, stalking past him towards the open box of cookies.

“I cannot believe you,” you muttered, shoving a Samoa into your mouth. “Not even a ‘hey, Y/N! I’m comin’ back this weekend, can’t wait to see ya babe!’ No, instead we decide to break into our girlfriend’s apartment and eat half her pantry.” He chuckled, grabbing the bag of chips and leaning against the counter.

“Technically, it’s not breaking in if you have a key,” he snickered. You rolled your eyes, grabbed the edge of the counter, and jumped back onto it.

“You have officially earned the title of biggest asshole.” He grinned, leaning closer and boxing you in against the wall, bringing his lips to your ear.

“Hey, I’m your asshole,” he purred, tracing his hands up your sides. You crossed your arms, ignoring the blush running across your cheeks.

“Yeah, well, fuck you.” He hummed, kissing down your neck.

“I hope so.” You growled, grabbing a fistful of his messy black hair and pulling him up to your lips. The kiss was bruising, hot and wet and messy.

“You are going to be the end of me, Jason Todd,” you murmured against his lips.