– He loves the smell, the fancy soap, the soft classical music that plays in the background, and most of all he loves the fact that you took the time to draw a bath.
– That you made this just for him, so you could spend time together
– His heart just swells
– You’ve made him a little soft tbh
– But Jason’s a pretty big guy
– Like he’s MASSIVE
– most of the times,, you have to sit between his legs
– Which basically means you’re sitting on his lap, because that boy has thick thighs
– Your bathtub is just barley big enough to hold you and him.
– You didn’t take his size into consideration the first time so the water ended up overflowing.
– You made him help you wipe up all the water
– “You kind of dropped the ball on this one huh?”
– “It’s not my fault you’re so big! Go on a juice cleanse or something.”
– The next time you make sure that the water is a little below the quarter mark on the tub.
– Your head rests against his chest, his chin resting in your hair, arms around torso, resting on your tummy.
– “Your hair smells good”
– “Jason you don’t have to fill the silence you know”
– That’s what the classical music is for.
– You’ve fallen asleep in the tub before
– The water is always so warm. And then Jason is even warmer.
– It turns into a weekly tradition
– Probably on Wednesday on Thursday, slower nights in Gotham
– You have a bath waiting for him when he gets home.
– He’s usually so exhausted, he doesn’t even blink when you come up to undress him
– “At least buy me dinner first.” He’ll mumble weakly as you tug off his shirt
– Your hands grazing over the scars and bruises
– “It’s not a big deal” he’ll reassure, his hand nearly grabbing your own
– You just smile and nod
– “Honey, the bath’s ready.”
– Sometimes you’ll get in with him in the tub, resting your head against his chest.
– But sometimes you make him scoot up a little bit, and he rests his head on your chest
– You run your fingers through his wet hair, rubbing in the expensive shampoo you save for special occasions
– “It smells just like you” he’ll mumble, eyes closed, breath deep and in a steady rhythm.
– “Does it?” You hope the fragrance gives him a little comfort, you know he’s always loved the scent you use
– You don’t know that he loves it because it’s YOUR scent
– You could smell like a stripper and he’d still love it
– Your hands ghost over his biceps, the bruises on his chest, the scars from all the stories you’ve never heard
– He grabs your hand in his
– He always grabs your hand in his
– And he puts your joint hands against his hard
– He doesn’t want you to worry, and he doesn’t want you to feel bad about his past
– There was a long time where he wondered why those awful things happened to him
– But when he met you, he understood, all of this
– Every hardship, every struggle, every awful thing
– It had all been like stepping stones, and at the end was you
– It was always going to be you
– But he doesn’t know how to tell you that
– So instead he says: “keep playing with my hair, it felt good.”
– And you laugh, joking that’s he’s high maintenance
– He just smiles as he breaths in the smell of you deeply once more
– You both have a bad habit of staying in the bath long after the water has gotten cold, clinging onto one others warmth
– So you sometimes get a cold
– You end up being the responsible one most times, getting out first, and getting both of your robes.
– You usually round out the night with a glass of wine/hard liquor. Maybe a few snacks and a movie or a few episodes of a lighthearted show.
– You fall asleep in your robe more often than not, a hand still curled around your wine glass
– Jason smiles, pulling the blanket over you, taking the wine glass out of your hand
– Before downing it and changing the channel to a sports recap
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