Jason twitched as he listened to the news before mashing the button on the remote, turning it off. A blizzard had hit Gotham hard and climate change deniers still wanted to fucking try it. He grumbled and flopped back, closing his eyes as his brow furrowed.
Seraphina softly sighed as she dusted off her hands, petting Mr. Darcy's head as she walked pas the fat cat. "Climate change deniers again?"
He combed his fingers through his hair, grumbling softly. "It's not like it was practically sixty yesterday and we're snowed in today! Is Ivy free, I wanna go on a mother-son-in-law vacation to a few houses."
She rolled her eyes, sitting down on his thighs. "Come on, let's watch a movie. We've got plenty of food if this lasts too long and Gotham's got a pretty good power grid so that shouldn't be a problem."
He sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Thin mints and hot cocoa?"
She nodded and gave him a swift kiss. "Perfect, I'll get a movie in and get the blankets and pillows off the bed."
He smiled and let her go, standing up when she stood. He walked to the kitchen, ignoring Mr. Darcy's swipe at his hand. Damn cat; fed him for years and yet he refuses to accept a headpat unless it's from Seraphina.
Jason fixed the hot cocoa as he dug out the thin ints, softly sighing at the last box. "There's only one box left! Still closed!"
Seraphina laid out the blankets, carefully stacking up the pillows. "Oh well, let's eat them anyway."
Jason pulled down the mugs, smiling slightly. He glanced at the water, adding the powder to the mugs. If it's one thing Jason splurged on, was their hot cocoa. He added a few marshmellows; more to his mug of course.
Seraphina slid a movie into the DVD player, sitting down on the floor to lean against the pillows against the couch. "Ready when you are."
She looked up when something went flying and caught the box of thin mints, tugging it open to pull out a sleeve. Mr. Darcy trotted over to curl up in her lap, purring softly. She smiled and gently scratched behind his ears, taking the mug from Jason.
He sat down and held his mug, pressing play on the remote. He relaxed back, taking his sleeve of thin mints. He sighed happily, relaxing back as Tangled started. Relaxing back, he glanced over at Seraphina and Mr. Darcy.
He smiled softly, eating the marshmellows from his mug. "This isn't so bad."
She shook her head and scooted closer, resting her head on his shoulder. "Not really. We've got plenty of food and Mr. Darcy here to cuddle with."
He softly huffed, glancing down at the large cat. "Yeah, maybe you."
She chuckled softly and kissed his cheek. "Don't worry, I'll stay between you two. Wouldn't want any fighting."
He rolled his eyes, kissing her temple. "Mhm, you're lucky you're so pretty."
She lightly smirked, sipping her cocoa. "More like you're lucky your thighs are so thick."
He gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. "I knew you only loved me for my thighs!"
She giggled softly. "Well, your shoulders are a close second too."
He fell to the side, holding his mug out to place on the hardwood flooring. "Shot through the heart!"
She snorted, rolling her eyes despite the wide grin. "Oh and your biceps, they're pretty nice if I do say so myself."
He groaned, clutching at his chest. "Ugh, I'm dying! I see the light! Is that you, Momma?"
She laughed, holding her side as Mr. Darcy moved off her lap, meowing unhappily. "As if you're going to heaven!"
He laughed and rolled over to hug her waist, plucking her mug out her hands before tucking her into his chest. He kissed along her neck, grinning widely. "Why would I need to go to heaven when I've got my own right here?"
She giggled out a snort, clamping her hand over her mouth. "Does that make Mr. Darcy an angel then?"
He glanced over at the cat stretched out in his chair. "Hmm, he's not so bad, for a cat. So, yeah, he's an angel. Just got a crooked halo."
She smiled softly and leaned back into him, resting her hands on his arms around her waist. "If anyone's got a crooked halo, it's you."
He smirked, kissing her neck. "Nah, I'm no angel. Maybe a demon."
She hummed softly, combing her fingers through his hair to smooth it back. "Demons are just angels who have lost their way."
He smiled softly, gently squeezing her waist. "It doesn't matter. I've got my own angel right here in my arms."
She rolled her eyes, her cheeks flushing. "You are by far the cheesiset person I've met, Jason Todd."
He chuckled and pulled her close, hearing the wind blow loudly past the apartment window, the fire escape rattling. Mr. Darcy purred loudly, sleeping as he stretched out across the chair. And he held his girlfriend in his arms, warm and comfortable despite the blizzard outside.