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Red Hood entered his apartment that he shares with Marinette – his lovely fiance – through the window with a grunt. He stumbled over to the restroom to grab a towel, making sure to grab the red one Marinette bought specifically for this purpose. He pressed it to his side and made his way to the main sitting room, waiting for Marinette to get back home.
Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long. Minutes later, the door swung open to reveal Marinette with her hands full of groceries. While heading to the kitchen to put everything away, she finally noticed Hood.
“Oh my gods, Jason! What happened?”
“Just a light stabbing,” He said with a wince. “Can you please help with my stitches, Love?”
“It can’t be a light stabbing if you need stitches,” Marinette snarked. “But I suppose I could help patch you up, idiot.”
“Your idiot,” he called with a grin as she left the room to grab the materials needed for his stitches.
She returned shortly, a basket in her arms as she knelt down to deal with the stab wound in his side. She reached for the fabric scissors and just as she was about to cut the suit, she let out a screech of indignation. Her eyes were wide in shock, mouth agape. She was just sitting there, scissors still in hand, completely frozen.
“Pix? You god over there?” Worry was evident on his face, his lips downturned – so was his head, for that matter, but that was so he could see Marinette. He slightly tilted his head to the side, worry and confusion mixing.
“You…” She paused, either from shock or trying to gather her words. “You just…” Another pause, “ Your suit!” she screeched.
Jaeosn reached up to cover his ears.
“What’s wrong with it, Pixie-pop?”
“ EVERYTHING!! As much as I hated your helmet, it was iconic . You ditched your classic brown leather jacket for… for that monstrosity . There's too much detail and it’s an utter eyesore. Your gloves are torn – and not in a fashionable way. It looked like you just took scissors and went ham! Did you even stitch the edges? They’ll come apart immediately! They’re even falling off your fucking hands!”
“Pix-” He starts, only to be cut off.
“And that jacket–
“You already ment–”
“That jacket is bullshit! What the hell are those loops on your shoulders even for!? This is a complete and utter disgrace to fashion as a whole. This is ridiculous. Those cuffs on the end of your sleeves look like a fucking winter jacket! You know the kind, the stupid-looking ones with insulation.”
“PIXIE!” He shouts, finally getting her attention. “I still have a stab wound.”
“Oh shit, I forgot,” she replied, looking up at Jason with wide eyes.
“I could tell,” he tried to give a roguish smirk, but it didn’t work particularly well given the blood loss. Luckily, Marinette’s rant was fast-paced, so there wasn’t much time to lose more than a handful.
“We’re coming back to this later.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
She finally cuts through the suit to access his wound– cutting a bit (read: a lot) more than necessary. She gives him a piece of the suit to bite down on for the pain. DId she have a towel exclusively for this? Perhaps. Does she care? Hell fucking no.
She weaves the needle in and out of his skin, tongue sticking out in concentration.
“All done!” She says, a bright smile on her face. Then it turns to a grimace.
Jason tried to stand up, only to be pushed right back down by Marinette. Jason, understandably, looks terrified. Ready to get the scolding of the century for getting stabbed again. In the same week.
Taking a deep breath, marinette starts. “As I was saying, your suit needs to change. What the hell is up with hose straps across your abdomen?? Tim pulls them off well, but on you they not only look stupid but are completely overdone and, again, make the outfit look so busy! Why the hell are you wearing a vest!? What's with the collar being up? That looks so stupid and it’ll be so uncomfortable on your neck. And speaking of your neck, it isn’t even covered!!” What the hell is wrong with you? Your going to die!! What if someone gets a lucky shot and shoots your jugular? You’d be dead in minuiters! Minutes, hood!
“Aww, is that concern I hear?”
“Concern for everyone's eyes, maybe. Your suit will cause people to need an eye-bleaching. What is wrong with you?? That strap across your middle looks like a seatbelt! And fingerless gloves? That’s stupid. What if someone cuts one of your fingers off? And what’s with that sting hanging off your cuff? You’ll get stuck on something. And a zipper there too? Your breastplates are completely visible, informing everyone that your chest is more protected than the rest of you! Which brings me back to your exposed. Throat!
“Are you finished now, Love?” Jason asked, noticing her panting.
“ Unfortunately.”
“Good. I’ll go grab you some water.”
“Thanks, Jay.”
“Anything for you P–”
“ Wait. ” Jason freezes in place. “You just got stabbed! You’re not getting me water, I’m getting you water.”
“Whatever makes you feel better, love,” he said with a love-sick grin.