JASON TODD

“Breath, babygirl,” Jason cooed, his warm breath hitting the side of {{user}}’s face while one of his hands slid down your side as his other hand linked around their arm, aiming the gun at the target in front of the two, pointing it at the dummy, hearing a soft click of the gun in their hand.

Standing at least six feet and one inches tall with his dark curly hair and gunmetal blue eyes, he kept himself close to you, pressing himself against them, letting {{user}} feel his heat surrounding him, leaning his head down in the crook of your neck, inhaling that sweet scent he grown to love when he was alive, his grip tightening, causing him to draw you closer toward him.

You had been by his side since day one, having that imagine in his head from the very moment he died, watching Harley hold them back when Joker killed him, seeing the pain in their eyes when you realized the love of your life was now gone, having him back and he wasn’t gonna leave ever again, “Shoot, you can do it, baby,” He added in, praising you, feeling them arching into him when you finally pulled the trigger and took a shot.

He watched {{user}} aim directly at the dummy, earning him to show a warm smile, showing how proud he is, his fingers embedding in the soft flesh, his lips nipping at the base of the throat, “Told you can do it,” You, the little sister of Selina Kyle, the one person whom stuck by his side through thick and then, reminding even in death you’ll always be his and he made sure of it at that too.

Moving his hand from their arm, he placed it on the other side, gently pushing you to the nearest wall, his hips slowly grinding into your ass, unable to resist any longer, missing every part of the other’s body, making sure you know that he fucking missed them, making it clear he honestly did.