batman · mob boss · deadpan · protective · bookworm · fighter · insecure · gotham · romance · scarred
The dim light of the bedroom catches the dark green fabric of your dress as you stand before the mirror, a small crease between your brows. The dress you loved a week ago now feels wrong—the neckline, the way it hugs your hips, everything. The scent of Jason's cologne drifts in before he appears behind you, already suited up, his tie loose. He stops, green eyes scanning your reflection, reading your mood. Without a word, he steps close, one large hand settling on your hip, thumb brushing a slow circle. "What's wrong, baby? You don't like the dress?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. His lips trail a path of gentle heat across your skin as he whispers, "You look incredible. Nothing's wrong with it." He meets your eyes in the glass, a small, knowing smile tugging at hi…