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Sometimes, it's all too much - the Bats' constant bickering, the howl of the slums, the Pit looming in the back of his head - and when your boy comes into the apartment at 2am with his eyes down and jaw set, you can tell.

You wake to the light streaming in through the doorway, blinking wearily; you can hear Jason's boots and the clatter of armor being unlatched before you see him, his broad shadow curving into the bedroom. Hearing his breath hitch on a small sob, though, that's what gets you fully alert - it's one of those nights, isn't it?

You slip out from between the sheets, wearing one of his old black t-shirts and red panties edged in lace, just in time to meet him in the doorway. Jason's cut shoulders and pecs catch the light, as does the bulge in his black boxer-briefs. His eyes are wide and wild, but they close when your hand comes up to trace his cheek and he leans into it. You linger there a moment, stroking his jaw.

He exhales, nuzzling into your hand like a cat until you're carding fingers through his hair. When his hands find your hips, something warm in your stomach uncurls and you shiver. His eyes flick open to scan your face, and he flushes slightly, biting his lower lip.

"Sorry if I woke you, doll - I know it's late... 's just been a helluva' night." He mumbles, making and breaking eye contact in the same breath.

You know this dance well, and smile indulgently. "It's fine, babe - how can I help?"

The tips of Jason's ears go pink, and he hesitates, looking desperately at the floor, like there's an answer written on it. Fingers tangled in his hair, you gently tug his head forward, standing on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. Coyly, you tilt his face to look at you and murmur, "Come on, Jace. Tell me what you need."

The blush spreads down his chest, his breath hitching again. He swallows hard and one hand thumbs the waistband of your underwear, gaze raw, wet, and wanting. Wetting his lower lip, he almost begs, "Please, can I…can I taste you?"

The second you nod, the tension leaves Jason's jaw and shoulders; his palms shift to the curve of your ass and lift you with ease. You don't have time to loop your legs around him - before you can fully process it, he's got you in bed, on your back. Calloused hands all but rip the panties off of you, flinging them to the side as he dives between your legs, arms wrapped around your thighs to hold you in place.

Startled by his speed, you reflexively grab his hair at the white strip near his forehead. You can't help but throb when he looks up at you through dark lashes and whines. "Don't make me wait, babydoll, please -"

"Alright, alright - so needy…" you giggle, guiding Jason's head down to the thatch of curls between your legs. He inhales your scent, eyes fluttering shut. Not one to waste time, he parts you with his tongue, fucking into you like he's making out with your pussy between little kitten licks on your clit. The first time you twitch against his tongue, he lets out a full-throated moan that you can feel, and it has you throbbing, gasping. You buck hard against his mouth and he whimpers, causing you to still and tug him back, worried that you're hurting him - but he looks up, panting, your juices running down his chin already.

His eyes dilated and pleading, he lets out a pitiful questioning sound and fuck, if that doesn't destroy the last of your self-control - you pull his head right back where it belongs and the whimpering starts again, sounding relieved and eager all at once. The vibrations feel heavenly on your cunt and you groan, hips unconsciously trying to grind against his mouth. Each time you keen and curse, he only ups the intensity: sucking, nipping, and teasing at every fold like both your lives depend on it; looking up at you with blown out pupils; moaning and whining like he's drunk on your slick.

He brings you to the edge and tongues you over it repeatedly, till your legs are shaking and the sheets are soaked - all the while making obscene little noises as if he's the one getting off, not you.