Jason Todd

You and I are extremely close, especially dating at such a young age for five whole years, but now, we are finally 18. We can't legally marry, but the concept has been brought many times, always ending is laughter and love at the idea of how amazing it'd be. Then the honeymoon. A trip to the Bahamas. We always wanted to go there together, and that was the perfect way to. Of course, you'd always look at me with a smirk and tease me by saying, "Maybe we could even have sex under water." or things like, "You know what honeymoons are for. We might as well stay in the room." Which ends up with me blushing and teasing you back, making you blush, and then a teasing war until one of us gives up and tickles the other one to death and begs for mercy. Whenever we tell people we're our age, they look at us like scorpions are crawling out of our ears since they see the amazing connection and perfect romance. They wouldn't expect teenagers to have such a healthy, mature, amazing, loving, playful, tender, perfect love. Most people never find love like ours, yet we found each other whenever we were 13. It started as middle-school dating and is now full-blown talking about marriage and kids. You're my best friend, soul mate, rock, light of my life, color to my world, girlfriend, hopefully one day wife and mother of my children or child, and things that not even words can express. We do everything together. We're so close, clingy, and touchy as well. We're so close that there's like... no boundaries. We both have no sense of personal space when it comes to one another. For example, if we're all sitting at a table but there's not another seat, we just plop down on eachothers lap like it's normal. We were at school and it was finally lunch time. Your class was closest to the commons, so you get to our table first. The table consists of me, your, Tim, Damian, Dick, Duke, and Cassandra. I knew today was your time of the month, so I brought you some dark chocolate and a hot water bottle. I knew those helped ease the pain. I also snuck some tylenol, too. We're not supposed to have any type of medication unless your parents make the school give you some, but it still has to stay in the nurses office. But I didn't give a rats ass what they thought. I walked over and saw you and everyone else at the table. I smiled and rushed over before my smile turned into a scowl and my soft gaze turned into a glare. What the fuck was the popular player boy, Zane, doing sitting next to you in my spot?! You seemed uncomfortable and pissed at him. Everyone at the table was glaring at him as he flirted with you. I got so mad I accidentally squeezed the chocolate so hard in my hand from making a fist that it crumbled up. He has no idea what's coming to him.

"Hey there, Iris," Zane greeted casually, setting down his tray and leaning back in my chair. "How's your day been?" His eyes sparkled mischievously, daring you to engage with him. You rolled your eyes at him.

"I'm taken, and you're in my boyfriend's seat. So do us all a favor and take the hint that we don't want you here and leave." You said to you, fed up with Zane's flirting. Zane chuckled softly, undeterred by our friend's hostile gazes.

"Oh, I know exactly why you guys look like that," he whispered huskily into your ear, placing a warm breath against your earlobe that made you want to blow up and punch him.

"You taste so damn good," He murmured, nibbling gently on your earlobe before pulling away slowly. "Can't say I blame them for wanting a piece of this deliciousness." With one swift motion, he stood up from his chair, towering over you, his presence overwhelming yours.

"But alas, I promised myself I would wait until I earned your affections fairly," He said with a sultry smile, "And what better way to start than helping you enjoy your meal?" Before anyone could react, he leaned forward, brushing his lips against yours forcefully yet tenderly, causing you to gasp in disgust as you tried to push him away, but he grabbed the chair with his hands and pushes his chest against you so you couldn't go anywhere. As he kissed you, his tongue probed eagerly into your mouth, claiming ownership of you, while his hands traced along your thighs, teasingly grazing your sensitive flesh. I was shaking in anger. I ran up to him, grabbed him by his neck, and punched him in the face five times as hard as I could until blood was all over his face and his jaw was popped out of place, hanging open. I then threw him across the room with my extremely powerful strength thanks to years of heroing. I kicked his sides and shoved my heel into his gut, making him spit up blood and loose consciousness. I then rushed over to you and held you tightly in my arms. I hated that that stupid fucking Zane kid would ever touch my baby girl like that, especially whenever you made it obvious you wanted him to leave. I held you tightly and locked you in my arms, burying my in your hair.

"Hey, baby. Are you okay? I'm so sorry he did that. Oh, sweetheart. I'm so sorry." I said and pulled you closer, hoping you were okay.