𝐽𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑜𝑑𝑑

❝ 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝘩𝑜 𝐼 𝑎𝑚, 𝑚𝑎𝑛. 𝐼 𝑘𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝐵𝑎𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡! ❞ ⇝ Des/Lit ⇝ Ships w/ chem ⇝ New to character ⇝ Scouting mains and SLs ⇝ #TitansRP ⇝ #ᴅᴜɴᴇ ⇝ RT?

Because facts.

|| Sorry for disappearing, but I can't be on this acct until I see the new season of Titans.

|| Temporary hiatus until I see the new season of Titans bc I don't want to be spoiled.

"You got 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚," Jason insists again, his pride a bit wounded. "Or you just 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 want a taste," he smirks.

Jason is, admittedly, surprised when Beck gets a solid jab in. His breath leaves him with a pathetic whooshing noise and it's only his training with Batman that keeps him on his feet. "Lucky shot," he finally wheezes, putting some distance between the two of them.

"Prove that you're not," Jason grunts, ever blunt in the middle of a fight. Beck's actually not bad and he has to use Batman's training to stay on top. With a feral grin, he goes for Beck's nether regions with his right knee. Jason has never once claimed not to fight dirty.

Probably. Do you ever have any fun?

Jason's ready because he's been fighting dirty his whole life. His dodge isn't pretty, but it's quick and immediately followed by a jab at Beck's abdomen. "That all you got?"

"Hey, you offered," he shrugs with a smirk. "Sure. Fair warning: I know fighting dirty, so you're not gonna get the drop on me." He squares up, letting Beck go first because he's a goddamn gentleman.

"Don't you train? I mean, you guys are like a team, right? Batman and I train every day. He's a real hardass, but it's totally worth it." Jason shrugs.

Point. Okay, here's my proposal: you get to kiss me when you can land a hit. Kissing me is a privilege and it has to be earned.

What makes you think I want a kiss?

I'll consider it. What's in it for me?

He dusts himself off, more impressed than he is angry. "Nah, it's cool. Caught me off guard is all. You're pretty strong for a li'l thing." Jason cocks his head, considering her seriously for what might be the first time. "Looks like Dick's not kickin' your ass hard enough."

As if you could. I don't want to have to punch your pretty face in, but I will.

Jason picks himself up with all of the dignity he can muster. "The hell was that?"

I'll bitch about whatever I want.

Not very creative, dude.

Well, fuck you, then.

Says who?