We're Complicated

                                    

                                          
Between the case and Jason I'm kept busy in the best ways. Lucas knows he could tell the next time he saw me. The semi exposed hickey on my neck giving me away. Jen was more then happy. Gave me a free drink and cookie from the cafe as a 'congrats on the dick' gift. Which I rolled my eyes at but still took. 
                          
Jason had grown increasingly more smug but slightly overbearing. He was worried I'd get hurt still. It was painfully evident after he'd handcuffed me to a pipe to stop me from going after some mobsters that he decided to take care of himself. I gave him an earful on some building's roof. Half of the cuffs still dangling from my wrist. A measly pair of cuffs hadn't stopped me like he'd hoped. Instead it just slowed me down and pissed me off.
                          
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I huffed and he stood his ground.
                          
"Protecting you!! That was way to dangerous for you to be apart of-"
                          
"It'S mY JOB to be apart of it!!! We've been through this!! You can't stop me from doing my job just because you want to protect me. I don't stop you from doing yours! And that's unfair!" I say pointedly and he holds his helmeted head in his hands.
                          
"I know it's just very hard for me to watch you take punches," He huffed and I take a breath. 
                          
"Jason, if we're going to work together we're doing it as a team. It's easier that way. We watch each other's backs. It sucks to watch you take hits to but I know I can't do much except back you up and take care of you when we get somewhere safe," I huff and he looks at me.
                          
It's a long look before his shoulders drop and he lets out a long breath. He goes back to looking at the city skyline and I join him for a while. I make a move to sit on a ledge and he doesn't seem to want to join me. His gaze drops from the sky towards the ground. I take off my gloves and ring out my aching hands.
                          
"I know you've got this thing where you're scared of losing people. You know I've got this thing where I don't necessarily care to much about my own well being. And right now we've got this back and forth up and down. You care to much and think about leaving- and don't lie I know you do," I say looking at him. He turns his head away guilty.
                          
"So when'd you become a mind reader?" he asks and I shake my head.
                          
"It's obvious sometimes. But I get it. I don't really do anything to help. I probably make it worse. Make it seem like I don't care about how much you care by putting myself in bad situations. One's where I know the odds aren't in my favor," I admit looking back towards the ground. 
                          
"So you know how much of a pain in the ass you are huh? Do you blame me now?" He asks and I shake my head.
                          
"No, I shouldn't." I reply and he nods. 
                          
The silence returns and he sighs into cool city breeze that moves past us.
                          
"We're complicated. Complicated people with complicated jobs and lives. But that's doesn't mean it has to be like that all the time," He huffs and I nodd.
                          
"So... you wanna talk about it? Make it work?" I ask and he comes to sit next to me and take the cuff off of my wrist.
                          
"I can't think of anything better to do," He muses and I smile just slightly.
                          
"So, we trust each other more," I start and he nods.
                          
"You start being more careful," he says pointedly.
                          
"And you stop being such a mother hen," I say just as serious.
                          
"And we have each other's backs no matter what right?" He asks, I can hear the smile in his voice now.
                          
"Right. And it might not happen all at once, but it's a team effort right?" I ask and he nods.
                          
"Well it takes two to tango," he said bumping me and I roll my eyes at him.
                          
"God you're such a goof," I laugh and he just shrugs before we stand and brush ourselves off.
                          
"Head to Luke's, have a drink, change, and find some late night munchies?" I ask and he hums happily.
                          
"I'm feelin empanadas," he says as we start along the rooves. 
                          
By the time we get to Lucas' place it's all closed up but open just for us. We change in the bathroom with each other. Pointing and poking at one another's fresh bruises. Wrapping up each other's hands and surprising each other with freezing ice packs on sensitive bruises. By the time we get to the restaurant our aches are setting in and we're both hungry as hell.
                          
After two meals I start nodding off, leaning on him as he eats his third serving of something that smells like heaven. And as we reach home we shuffle to the bed. Helping each other take off our clothes since the aches are getting worse. Sharing a glass of water that helps us down muscle relaxers we pass out in my almost to small bed. Limbs thrown around one another in a mess.
                          
He realizes that he's slept the best he's had in years with me. Recounting all the small victories we'd have together in his head. He hopes it doesn't end. Yet he knows he'll have to go with Roy and Kori on a mission sooner or later. All I know is that he might have to leave. His time in Gotham would be sparing. But as long as he comes back. Calls. Texts. I'm happy.