I think we all know I'm not an overly fluffy writer.

But bysatan I have DONE it son.

Fluffiest thing Kaido Kurahana has ever written. Be witness. 

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"Can you please stop talking about it?" Jason snaps in irritation at Nightwing. He lights a cigarette, burning brightly on the snowy night. "It was ages ago."

"Try six days! Jason Todd, tamed by the great Venus Meadow," Dick chuckles, shaking his head. Jason rolls his eyes and turns around, leaning back against the fire escape.

"Todd, she is leagues above your standard," Damian murmurs from the level above them. Jason's glare slides up to him, then to Nightwing.

"Why the hell did you have to bring him?" 

"You know why," the oldest rolls his eyes. Dick goes back to grinning, shaking his head. "She calmed you down completely with one touch. You're softening up."

"Tt, it's pathetic," Damian adds. Jason snaps his head up to him.

"You turned into a normal teenager the moment you saw her you horny little shit."

"Your anger is misdirected," Damian says back. The quiver in his voice is obvious.

"If only Venus was here," Dick throws in quietly. Jason glares at him.

When the night is done, he takes his usual route home; via Venus' house. He sees she is awake and instead of drifting passed stops in.

He opens her window up easily and climbs through, making no sound. She grins at him, but keeps her mobile pressed to her ear.

"Well I told you; dye it brown no one will notice. It's a natural colour," she says. Jason walks over to the lounge and drops beside her.

He leans in to kiss her cheek but Venus moves so he gets her lips. Jason smiles into it and holds her face.

On the other end of the line, he can hear the high-pitched babbling of a girl. 

"Okay. O-...Okay. Call me again if there are any problems, alright? I love you Nolly," she finishes her conversation. It clicks in Jason's head that she is talking to her little sister.

She hangs up, before dropping her phone on the carpet and dramatically falling backwards onto the sofa, groaning with her arm over her eyes.

"What is it?"

"My sister usually comes to visit for Christmas and now my Dad's all 'I want to come too!' but every time he does he tries to take me back home with him. And worst of all he might try to kill you."

"I'm sure ev-" Jason automatically began his attempt at saying something nice, before what she had said registered. "Wait, kill me?"

"He's extremely overprotective. Some might say a little too much," Venus mumbles. She sits up again and wraps her arms around Jason's neck.n"Hi." Smiling, he pulls her closer and kisses her again, this time much deeper. "Come to check up on me?"

"Can't a guy visit his girlfriend every once in a while?"

"At 3am in the morning? Sure." Jason glances up at the clock on the wall, frowning. He had lost track of time. "All good, it's Friday," Venus reasons.

She jumps up and walks towards the kitchen.

"Thought about getting dogs yet?" Jason asks, settling back into the sofa.

"Nope."

"Venus, you sleep like a rock. I can literally push you off the bed and you won't wake up." Venus rolls her eyes at the remark, before looking at him in surprise.

"Did you try that?" She asks slowly. Jason averts his eyes nervously as Venus starts laughing.

"When are you going to bed?" He asks, watching as she puts things on the counter away. For some reason he liked seeing her do normal, domestic things. He thought it was cute.

"Well, actually, I just ran a bath but my sister called," she answers, before freezing upon her own words. A smirk makes it's way onto Jason's face as he stands up, walking towards her.

Venus chuckles to herself, before meeting him half way. 

"Did you do that on purpose?" He murmurs against her neck. She laughs again and it makes his heart thrum. Everything she does makes him do that.

"Of course not," she grins. He spends more than a moment staring at the sparkle in her eyes, before pulling her forward and kissing her.

Gently, he slides his thumbs beneath her long-sleeved top at the waist, where it met her skirt. He pushes it up and Venus begins unbuttoning it.

Jason kisses the corner of her mouth, her jaw, her neck, her collar bone, until the top slips off of her shoulders.

Her skin feels utterly flawless beneath his fingers as he slides them down to her skirt, which he begins removing as she pushes his jacket from him.

"You're fucking perfect, you know that?" He murmurs, as she shimmies the red skirt down her thighs until it joins her blouse on the floor.

She's smiling at his remark as she gets to work on his armour. Everything felt familiar as it did, and she had become accustomed to undressing him after patrol. He helped her remove everything.

And then, there was a calm between them. A sweet silence that revealed they both seemed to enjoy just standing in each other's presence. Especially like this.

Venus watched the muscles on Jason's biceps curl, as he reaches out to touch her. His thumb runs over her hip bone gently. She realises he is observing a nasty scar.

Scars. Something they both carried. Mental, emotional and physical. 

"Axe. Nearly ripped me apart," she mumbles spontaneously. This was a good idea. Comparing scars. Maybe if they turned their scars into something cute they shared, like Saturday mornings on the balcony lounge, or dining together with one drinking wine and the other drinking beer.

Venus thinks on it a moment more, before fervently reaching out, brushing over a wound below his collarbone that looked similar to a bullet hole, but messier. 

"Salt bullet. Stung like fuck," he says, catching on, before choosing his next enquiry. An odd pattern of scarring over her ribs. Several healed gouges, followed by lines of dragging.

Slowly, he placed his palm over it, listening to the sound of his skin against hers; perfect.

"Mace. Shattered my ribs," she whispers. Jay feels the slightest amount of rage boil within him. He'd tear apart whoever hurt her. 

Next, she took his palm, turning it up so she could see the twirling white scar at the bottom of his thumb. "Chainsaw. Nearly severed the bone," he whispers.

In her eyes he sees a little fire, equal to what he felt when he heard of someone hurting her. The fact that she cared enough to even think of hurting someone who scarred long ago made his heart tingle against.

He then reaches for her muscled bicep, running his thumb over a detailed scar. He feels her arm twist until he can see the same scar on the other side.

"Barbed-wire arrow. Went strait through," she tells him. He wants to kiss it- to kiss all of her scars as if they might disappear. He wondered if they burdened her. "This one?" She asks.

Jason's heart skips a beat when he realises what she had found. The awful, deep gouge on his waist. One of many like it, but that particular one is bad. Deep and aggravated and ugly.

His hands begin shaking gently and he hopes she doesn't notice. From anger, or from fear, or from sadness he doesn't know.

With deftly focused eyes, she glides her fingertips across his skin, realising there were many similar gouges all over his body.

Jason's eyelids flutter slightly at the gentle grace of her touch. It felt like nothing he'd ever experienced before. 

She still hadn't looked up for an answer when he gave her one.

"Crowbar," he finally whispers softly. She freezes, her touch regretfully disappearing. "Collapsed a lung, shattered a lot of bones. It's why I- Why I hate them."

Venus had stopped breathing for a moment. She inhales as she straightens up, eyes not leaving his torso. Jason wanted to let her stare and cover up at the same time.

"Were you scared?" She suddenly whispers, eyes holding something he didn't understand. She still refused to meet his gaze.

Jason wasn't sure if he had even wanted to answer. He'd never truly opened up to anyone except Talia. Her response was next to anti-emotional.

"Not at first," he finds himself saying. "I thought he was coming to save me. H-He was just...late," his voice softens completely at the end. "I didn't feel anything when...you know. But I can't help wondering if maybe I did and I don't remember. L-Like I came back without that last memory. Like I came back...something else." Venus looks to the side then. "I rushed ahead. I'm to blame for it."

He can see it in her eyes when she finally looks back at him. There is pain there, paired with curiosity. She has more questions... but doesn't voice them.

Instead, Jason watches as she grips both of his wrists and tugs him forward gently. He allows himself to close in on her as she reaches up, holding his face and pressing her lips against his.

How? How? How could she possibly...want him still? He was a corpse before; did she fully understand that? That at some point, he was rotting and lifeless?

The pit had not even taken his scars from him. He was still marred and broken.

"It was not you fault," she whispers right against him when she pulls away a mere millimetre. Those words. Five little words he had hoped to hear Bruce, or Dick, or anyone say.

She was the first to say it.

When Venus kissed him again, she could feel a single tear on his cheek. She reaches up without breaking contact and wipes it away gently.

This must have been overwhelming for him, she knew. Too sad and sickly happy all at once. They began walking slowly, calmly towards the bedroom, never breaking apart.

Their night continued on in that same manor. Sweet, caring and soft. Quiet and calm, like they both needed for a change.

Jason seemed to realise that this was all he had wanted for a while. Someone to come along and not see him as an abomination that dragged itself from the dead against its own will.

Not a murderer who killed with reason, or a monster who took lives because he could. A man who is trying to protect his city, so that kids in the future will not have to go through what he did.

Venus felt the same.

Gently, she kept the same touch on him she had before. Instead of dragging her nails down his back, she glided her fingertips, felt him shudder as he held her closer.

She had spent so long in the deep belief that no one would ever want her. A strong female figure in society. A tattooed, workaholic, alcoholic, stuck-up, malevolent bitch. 

Unable to have children.

At the end of their night, they lay in their normal sleeping position; cheek to cheek, Jason with his arms wrapped around Venus tightly.

He was sure her breath had evened out. Sure that by now, she had drifted off to a peaceful sleep. If he said it, she would never know and it would be fine.

So it was there in the dark of her bedroom that he revealed what he had wanted to.

"Ana bahebek."

Despite the fact that he was 'sure' she was asleep, Venus was in fact wide awake. Though she did not speak Arabic, the tone was there. She understood.

And in that moment, she inwardly admitted that she loved him too.