[he doesn't assume she means him touching her and kissing her would give her a heart attack, because that would be a poor choice of words... but now that they've parted, the guilt starts setting in, and he can't fucking believe they're doing this. They did this.
when he's done pulling his hair out he pushes up on his elbows, figuring she'll probably move off if him, get her stuff and bolt. now it feels awkward. everything feels awkward and somehow he's still fucking hard.
he tries to shift a little so he isn't weirdly pressing up against her. ]
[Dawn's own guilt is setting in pretty fast as well but she's still also very aware of every bit of his body, part of her savoring the feeling of his hardness for one last moment before he shifts away.
She knows she should get off him but she finds it hard to break that connection, especially when she can see the look in his eyes and the fact that he immediately starts apologizing.]
[his lips feel wonderfully swollen, and his body is still tingling from head to toe. he wishes his body would cooperate with his brain, but Dawn is still on top of him and it's hard for anything of his to settle down.
he looks at her, eyebrows furrowing for a moment before he looks away.]
No... you shouldn't. Cause I don't wanna stop, and that's fucked up.
[His words send a little thrill through her body, they shouldn't, but they do, and she has to fight with herself to not just start rocking against him again.]
No.
[She sighs, reaching up behind her shirt and doing back up her bra before rolling off him.]
What's fucked is I know exactly how you feel.
[She admits, landing next to him on her side with a fwump.]
[it feels gutrenchingly terrible when she moves off of him, and he suddenly feels incredibly embarrassed along with that guilt. what the fuck is wrong with him?
he pushes himself to sit up all the way, then moves so his legs hang off the bed, his back to her as he presses the heels of his palms into his eyes, willing himself to calm down and the ache in his pants to go away.]
Fuck...fuck. You were hurting and I was just here to be your fucking friend and I'm such a goddamn asshole. Fuck.
[ in the wrong here. it sounds so shitty. so fucked up, like he's a mistake. like all of this is, and yeah.... it is. he fucked up and yeah okay, maybe she did too- but he should have stopped her. he could have, but he wanted her so badly. he still does.
her hand against his back feels like fire, and yet he doesn't flinch away. he isn't going to let her think this is her fault, though. ]
I didn't stop you. I fucking should have, but I didn't. I'm not... Hank. You're with Hank.
[and he's nothing in this, he never will be. it's so fucked up that he put himself in the middle of this.]
[Her insides feel tight and knotted up and she feels like the world's worst human being because what is she doing?! She's cheating on her partner of three and a half years with a guy who is about ten years younger than she is and who is someone she thought she just wanted as a friend.]
Jason, no. None of this is on you, okay? You told me that you liked me and then I proceed to.....
[She sighs and runs both her hands through her hair.]
I took advantage of you. And I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen but you feel...
[ Jason shakes his head, and when he finally feels like he can stand up without an embarrassing boner, he does, crossing his arms in front of himself. they're both putting space between each other now, and he hates it. he hates how close to her he still wants to be. ]
I feel what?
[why is he even asking? it's not like it matters. whatever he feels like, he's not Hank and he knows she'll never be with him.]
Look, we can just... we can just forget this. Nothing happened, ok? We both just fucked up and you don't have to say shit about it. I'm not gonna say anything to anyone.
[She can feel that space between them and it feels awful and yet it feels like the only option because if she gets close to him again she'll want to touch him, hold him.]
You feel good.
[She says softly, her arms wrapping around herself under her breasts. Nothing happened. She wants to agree but she knows that's wrong, if it was nothing she wouldn't feel so awful, so mixed up and confused.]
.....if we do that do you want me to leave you alone?
[ this feels so fucked up. he feels so fucked up. dirty and used, but at the same time like he's the one who pushed her into this. he did this. if he would have just pulled away and said no to start with, it never would have happened. ]
I know you don't really think that. You got in a fight with Hank and you just wanted anything else that isn't him to feel good, and I just let that fucking happen. I'm the one who took advantage of you.
[mistakes happen, and then there's this. he so desperately wishes it hadn't been a mistake for once in his life, though, but that's all it ever is.]
Yeah, probably. I mean that's what we should do, right? I'll give you space, we'll forget this ever happened. I'm good at that, it's cool.
[She can feel everything crumbling around her, the nice connection they had been creating is now broken and it's her fault. His willingness to take the blame, all because he likes her, makes her feel manipulative and shitty and she bows her head. Letting her hair fall forward into her face to try and cover up the fact that she feels close to tears.]
That's not true.
[She whispers.]
It's not cool, I've hurt you and I've wrecked everything. I never wanted to do that.
[ she says it's not true but he knows that it is, and she shouldn't have to fuck up the rest of her life cause of this. cause of him.
she looks so upset and he wants nothing more than to go comfort her, but he can't. he shouldn't. what he should do is leave her the fuck alone and then probably leave the Tower altogether cause of what a shitty person he is.
he doesn't know what to say, and the lump in his throat is starting to get too overwhelming. ]
I'm gonna go, okay? I think you'd be better off if I got outta here. Look, don't fuck up your life cause of me. Don't mess up what you've got with Hank and the others. That's the thing you don't wanna wreck, alright? I'm absolutely nothing in this equation. People make mistakes. You're okay.
No, Jason. Stop. I'm not going to make you leave your own room, I'll leave.
[She says and moves hurriedly to the door, she knows she has to leave and do it quickly or else she's going to start crying and that wouldn't be fair for him to see. But before she leaves she turns to him, her hand on the door handle.]
You're not nothing.
What just happened.... I don't want to call it a mistake because you were being kind to me and I appreciate that.
But I need to think about some stuff that...I've needed to think about for a while now. I'm going to give you some space but that doesn't mean I'm upset or mad at you okay?
[ he tenses up hard because he wants to move forward to stop her, but he has to stop himself instead. he can't stop her. he shouldn't. she should get as far away from him as fucking possible, before this explodes into something she wont be able to walk away from like this.
he doesn't think he was being kind to her at all, but he doesn't want to argue with her. he doesn't want to say anything, he's so fucking ashamed of himself. he looks down, curling his hands into fists under his crossed arms and gives her a nod.]
[Opening the door and walking through it is the toughest part, there's a full moment where she wants to just turn around and instead go over to him and hug him because he looks so hurt, but once she's forced herself to get started she is able to leave.
She goes downstairs to the zen garden, the area where she's probably going to wind up sleeping tonight, and has a seat on the floor. It's quiet and still, the opposite of what her head, heart and soul are right now and after a few moments of sitting in silence she dips her head down and lets the tears come.]
[he feels disgusting when she leaves. disgusted in himself for doing this. for falling so hard for someone so fucking selfishly and then twisting it around for himself. it's the opposite of everything he wants, everything he believes in, and he's sick with the thought of how he might've just fucked things up for Dawn as well.
he loves her.
he wants to go punch things, but he knows Dick's in the training room, and he realizes he doesn't know how he's gonna face any of them again. Not Dawn, not Dick, not Hank. it might not matter for long because Hank is going to straight up kill him, but at least Jason can get his ass out of here before he dumps more of his bullshit on everyone.
he cranks up his music and grabs his bag, throwing his things in it before he takes off to the garage for his bike so he can ride back to Gotham.]
[She had been hoping that after she was done crying she would feel better but she doesn't, she just feels tired, red eyed and still just as confused. Everything is all jumbled up and she has no idea where to start piecing things back together, and to top it all off she can't seem to get the memory of Jason's lips out of her mind.
She sighs, frustrated at herself and her sex drive and lays back against the meditation mats when suddenly the warning alarm for potential city attacks goes off, startling her out of her troubled thoughts. She pulls herself up and heads towards the com room to see what is going on. Maybe if she's lucky it's some dumbass bad guy that she can go punch her frustrations out on....]
[if only his frustrations were about his sex drive and not his heart, but that's the difference between the two of them. his heart is crushed most of all. his sex drive doesn't even matter to him right now. but that's always how it goes for him. in the end he knows that isn't going to change.
he's long gone by the time the tower gets any sort of alert, and Dick questions his absence, but he isn't going to track Jason down when they have a job to do, and he doesn't want the younger Titans on the job anyway.]
((Ooc: idk if u wanna end here or keep going? I paused that other thread cause I knew it wasn't gonna work with this lol, but we can do something in between and go back to that?))
((ooc: let's keep going with this one and ditch the other thread instead :) ))
[Oh it's more than just sexual frustration for Dawn, she just isn't letting herself think too much about why Jason's kiss is so hard to get out of her mind, even when she gets to the com room where Dick is it's still lingering in the back of her head. Donna and Hank are quick to arrive which helps a little but what mostly finally pulls her from her own thoughts is what's happening on screen downtown, which is shaky news footage of a group of men dressed in armored mechs that seem to be made out of car parts.]
What the fuck are they supposed to be? Bad Power Ranger villains?
[Donna asks and Dick shakes his head.]
Doesn't matter what they are, they're hurting people. Let's go.
[Dawn nods and they all head off to suit up but she lingers for a moment, looking at the screen, noting the location with a strange sense of worry. But why? It's not like any of them are trying to get out of San Francisco tonight, right?]
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wasnt sure where you wanted to go with this and i suck at fighting things so... *flails hands*
[ Jason doesn't know what he's going to do when he gets back to Gotham. he knows Bruce doesn't really want him back there yet, but he can't stay in the Tower. at least Gotham's closer to whatever semblance of a home he has.
he's long gone from the Tower, but apparently still close enough where he picks up on some kind of commotion downtown. he should leave it and just be out of here, he doesn't want to run into the Titans anyway, but traffic is at a standstill, and when he finally drives up to what's going on, he knows he needs to stay and help. luckily he has his Robin suit with him. of course he does.
he's already working on a plan by the time he stows his things away. if the Titans get here, they get here. he's planning to take these guys down on his own. ]
You don't suck at fight threads, this is great and it won't last long I promise <3
[Usually when the Titans arrive on the scene they are the only costumed crusaders there but it would seem that this time someone else has beat them to it and Dawn can see Dick's jaw tighten in anger when they see who it is. Robin.]
How the hell did that little punk beat us here?!
[Hank asks, bewildered and Dawn finds that she can't respond. Her heart is too busy beating wildly as she watches Jason flip about, avoiding hits and mocking the strange car mech goons.]
It doesn't matter, we can use the help. Let's get this done.
[Dick says, his tone cold and business like, and the Titans jump into action. They break apart and begin to fight back, swapping opponents and working together like a well oiled machine that is until Dawn notices that one of the goons who they took for being down for the count is leveling a cobbled together weapon at Jason who is busy beating the hell out of another opponent. She feels her blood freeze and instead of helping Hank with the guy they are fighting she breaks out into a run, saying a quick silent prayer that she's fast enough and then throws herself in the line of fire.]
No!!
[It hurts, a lot, and even through the protective material of her wings she can feel something in her back cry out and give. She falls to the ground, grimacing but still trying to get back up to keep fighting. She can hear Hank yelling and she turns, her eyes going wide when she sees one of the mech goons heading right towards her to finish her off.]
[ the truth is, this is exactly what Jason needs right now. suiting up as Robin always makes him feel like he's on top of the world, and once these asshole mech guys focus in on him instead of the civilians, he can feel that incredible, electric feeling he always gets when he's in a good fight.
he forgets all about his heartache, his self-hatred, and how shitty he feels about not knowing where to go, and he fights these guys with all he's got.
he's doing well too, even when he notices the Titans show up out of the corner of his eye. so yeah, these guys are a lot and maybe he could use their help, but he's doing just fine on his own, one guy already down for the count, his fancy mech gear all busted up. feels kinda good though, when he knows the Titans are probably annoyed that he got here first... but in the end, he's still gonna fight with his team. it's something he's been wanting to do since he got here.
he tries not to think about Dawn. these are just the Titans he's with now.
he tries not to, but he hears Dawn cry out, his head swivels around and he catches the tail end of her getting shot by a gun that was aimed at him. at the same time as Hank starts yelling, Jason spots the guy heading for her as well, and he leaves what he's doing, catapulting himself right into the guy's exposed face, wrapping his grappling gun around his neck and tugging hard to throw him off balance and steer him away from Dawn. ]
[Time seems to slow down as she watches the hulking figure rush towards her and as much as she wants to dart out of the way her body doesn't respond, she's frozen from both pain and surprise, luckily Jason is fast enough to respond and jumps to her rescue. She watches as he uses his grappling gun to steer the attacker away from her and into a brick wall, flipping off at just the right moment to avoid being hurt.
She forces herself to start moving, stumbling towards Jason but stops half way because she feels a horrible grinding sensation in her back and starts to cough. She doubles over, wheezing harshly and the world swims in and out of focus for a moment. She can dimly hear the fight around her coming to an end and Dick's voice asking if everyone is okay, and yet she can't seem to get a breath in order to respond.]
[ Jason knows she's not okay. Hank should know it too, watching her get shot the way she did.
Jason wastes no time taking the bastard down, making sure he hurts in a special kinda way for hurting Dawn, and then he makes a run for it, back over to her, catching her before she might hit the ground. ]
Dawn! I've got you. Just lean on me, okay? I've got you.
[ he finds the spot where her suit was punctured, blood seeping from the wound.]
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when he's done pulling his hair out he pushes up on his elbows, figuring she'll probably move off if him, get her stuff and bolt. now it feels awkward. everything feels awkward and somehow he's still fucking hard.
he tries to shift a little so he isn't weirdly pressing up against her. ]
I'm sorry.
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She knows she should get off him but she finds it hard to break that connection, especially when she can see the look in his eyes and the fact that he immediately starts apologizing.]
Jason, no. I'm the one who should apologize.
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he looks at her, eyebrows furrowing for a moment before he looks away.]
No... you shouldn't. Cause I don't wanna stop, and that's fucked up.
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No.
[She sighs, reaching up behind her shirt and doing back up her bra before rolling off him.]
What's fucked is I know exactly how you feel.
[She admits, landing next to him on her side with a fwump.]
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he pushes himself to sit up all the way, then moves so his legs hang off the bed, his back to her as he presses the heels of his palms into his eyes, willing himself to calm down and the ache in his pants to go away.]
Fuck...fuck. You were hurting and I was just here to be your fucking friend and I'm such a goddamn asshole. Fuck.
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[She says and sits up as well, curling her long legs up to one side and reaching out to touch his back gently.]
You're not an asshole. I am. I'm the one who climbed on top of you.
I'm in the wrong here, not you.
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her hand against his back feels like fire, and yet he doesn't flinch away. he isn't going to let her think this is her fault, though. ]
I didn't stop you. I fucking should have, but I didn't. I'm not... Hank. You're with Hank.
[and he's nothing in this, he never will be. it's so fucked up that he put himself in the middle of this.]
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Jason, no. None of this is on you, okay? You told me that you liked me and then I proceed to.....
[She sighs and runs both her hands through her hair.]
I took advantage of you. And I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen but you feel...
[She inhales sharply and gets up off his bed.]
Fuck.
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I feel what?
[why is he even asking? it's not like it matters. whatever he feels like, he's not Hank and he knows she'll never be with him.]
Look, we can just... we can just forget this. Nothing happened, ok? We both just fucked up and you don't have to say shit about it. I'm not gonna say anything to anyone.
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You feel good.
[She says softly, her arms wrapping around herself under her breasts.
Nothing happened.
She wants to agree but she knows that's wrong, if it was nothing she wouldn't feel so awful, so mixed up and confused.]
.....if we do that do you want me to leave you alone?
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I know you don't really think that. You got in a fight with Hank and you just wanted anything else that isn't him to feel good, and I just let that fucking happen. I'm the one who took advantage of you.
[mistakes happen, and then there's this. he so desperately wishes it hadn't been a mistake for once in his life, though, but that's all it ever is.]
Yeah, probably. I mean that's what we should do, right? I'll give you space, we'll forget this ever happened. I'm good at that, it's cool.
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That's not true.
[She whispers.]
It's not cool, I've hurt you and I've wrecked everything. I never wanted to do that.
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she looks so upset and he wants nothing more than to go comfort her, but he can't. he shouldn't. what he should do is leave her the fuck alone and then probably leave the Tower altogether cause of what a shitty person he is.
he doesn't know what to say, and the lump in his throat is starting to get too overwhelming. ]
I'm gonna go, okay? I think you'd be better off if I got outta here. Look, don't fuck up your life cause of me. Don't mess up what you've got with Hank and the others. That's the thing you don't wanna wreck, alright? I'm absolutely nothing in this equation. People make mistakes. You're okay.
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[She says and moves hurriedly to the door, she knows she has to leave and do it quickly or else she's going to start crying and that wouldn't be fair for him to see. But before she leaves she turns to him, her hand on the door handle.]
You're not nothing.
What just happened.... I don't want to call it a mistake because you were being kind to me and I appreciate that.
But I need to think about some stuff that...I've needed to think about for a while now. I'm going to give you some space but that doesn't mean I'm upset or mad at you okay?
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he doesn't think he was being kind to her at all, but he doesn't want to argue with her. he doesn't want to say anything, he's so fucking ashamed of himself. he looks down, curling his hands into fists under his crossed arms and gives her a nod.]
Okay.
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She goes downstairs to the zen garden, the area where she's probably going to wind up sleeping tonight, and has a seat on the floor. It's quiet and still, the opposite of what her head, heart and soul are right now and after a few moments of sitting in silence she dips her head down and lets the tears come.]
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he loves her.
he wants to go punch things, but he knows Dick's in the training room, and he realizes he doesn't know how he's gonna face any of them again. Not Dawn, not Dick, not Hank. it might not matter for long because Hank is going to straight up kill him, but at least Jason can get his ass out of here before he dumps more of his bullshit on everyone.
he cranks up his music and grabs his bag, throwing his things in it before he takes off to the garage for his bike so he can ride back to Gotham.]
unnnggghhh so much drama I love it XD
She sighs, frustrated at herself and her sex drive and lays back against the meditation mats when suddenly the warning alarm for potential city attacks goes off, startling her out of her troubled thoughts. She pulls herself up and heads towards the com room to see what is going on. Maybe if she's lucky it's some dumbass bad guy that she can go punch her frustrations out on....]
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he's long gone by the time the tower gets any sort of alert, and Dick questions his absence, but he isn't going to track Jason down when they have a job to do, and he doesn't want the younger Titans on the job anyway.]
((Ooc: idk if u wanna end here or keep going? I paused that other thread cause I knew it wasn't gonna work with this lol, but we can do something in between and go back to that?))
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[Oh it's more than just sexual frustration for Dawn, she just isn't letting herself think too much about why Jason's kiss is so hard to get out of her mind, even when she gets to the com room where Dick is it's still lingering in the back of her head. Donna and Hank are quick to arrive which helps a little but what mostly finally pulls her from her own thoughts is what's happening on screen downtown, which is shaky news footage of a group of men dressed in armored mechs that seem to be made out of car parts.]
What the fuck are they supposed to be? Bad Power Ranger villains?
[Donna asks and Dick shakes his head.]
Doesn't matter what they are, they're hurting people. Let's go.
[Dawn nods and they all head off to suit up but she lingers for a moment, looking at the screen, noting the location with a strange sense of worry. But why? It's not like any of them are trying to get out of San Francisco tonight, right?]
wasnt sure where you wanted to go with this and i suck at fighting things so... *flails hands*
he's long gone from the Tower, but apparently still close enough where he picks up on some kind of commotion downtown. he should leave it and just be out of here, he doesn't want to run into the Titans anyway, but traffic is at a standstill, and when he finally drives up to what's going on, he knows he needs to stay and help. luckily he has his Robin suit with him. of course he does.
he's already working on a plan by the time he stows his things away. if the Titans get here, they get here. he's planning to take these guys down on his own. ]
You don't suck at fight threads, this is great and it won't last long I promise <3
Robin.]
How the hell did that little punk beat us here?!
[Hank asks, bewildered and Dawn finds that she can't respond. Her heart is too busy beating wildly as she watches Jason flip about, avoiding hits and mocking the strange car mech goons.]
It doesn't matter, we can use the help. Let's get this done.
[Dick says, his tone cold and business like, and the Titans jump into action. They break apart and begin to fight back, swapping opponents and working together like a well oiled machine that is until Dawn notices that one of the goons who they took for being down for the count is leveling a cobbled together weapon at Jason who is busy beating the hell out of another opponent. She feels her blood freeze and instead of helping Hank with the guy they are fighting she breaks out into a run, saying a quick silent prayer that she's fast enough and then throws herself in the line of fire.]
No!!
[It hurts, a lot, and even through the protective material of her wings she can feel something in her back cry out and give. She falls to the ground, grimacing but still trying to get back up to keep fighting. She can hear Hank yelling and she turns, her eyes going wide when she sees one of the mech goons heading right towards her to finish her off.]
Oh....not good....
<3
he forgets all about his heartache, his self-hatred, and how shitty he feels about not knowing where to go, and he fights these guys with all he's got.
he's doing well too, even when he notices the Titans show up out of the corner of his eye. so yeah, these guys are a lot and maybe he could use their help, but he's doing just fine on his own, one guy already down for the count, his fancy mech gear all busted up. feels kinda good though, when he knows the Titans are probably annoyed that he got here first... but in the end, he's still gonna fight with his team. it's something he's been wanting to do since he got here.
he tries not to think about Dawn. these are just the Titans he's with now.
he tries not to, but he hears Dawn cry out, his head swivels around and he catches the tail end of her getting shot by a gun that was aimed at him. at the same time as Hank starts yelling, Jason spots the guy heading for her as well, and he leaves what he's doing, catapulting himself right into the guy's exposed face, wrapping his grappling gun around his neck and tugging hard to throw him off balance and steer him away from Dawn. ]
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She forces herself to start moving, stumbling towards Jason but stops half way because she feels a horrible grinding sensation in her back and starts to cough. She doubles over, wheezing harshly and the world swims in and out of focus for a moment. She can dimly hear the fight around her coming to an end and Dick's voice asking if everyone is okay, and yet she can't seem to get a breath in order to respond.]
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Jason wastes no time taking the bastard down, making sure he hurts in a special kinda way for hurting Dawn, and then he makes a run for it, back over to her, catching her before she might hit the ground. ]
Dawn! I've got you. Just lean on me, okay? I've got you.
[ he finds the spot where her suit was punctured, blood seeping from the wound.]
We gotta get her back now. Let's go!
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