Tonight, though, none of that matters.
Tonight we’ve been invited to a Halloween party by Vanity Fair. A sentence that still feels unreal. Jamie’s been excited for weeks, counting down days like a kid before Christmas. And I’d go anywhere, do anything, if it means seeing that smile aimed at me.
So yes. We’re going.
Or… we were.
I walk into our bedroom, already adjusting my jacket, rehearsing small talk in my head—and then I stop.
Jamie is standing there.
In his costume. This year he decided to be Robin.
Not the sweet, comic-book sidekick version.
No.
This is Jamie’s version. Tailored. Sharp. Criminally short sleeves that show off his arms. The colors cling to him like they were designed with sin in mind. He turns just slightly, catching his reflection, and the room feels smaller for it.
I just stare.
Jamie looks at me through the mirror and grins.
“You’re staring.”
“I know,” I say hoarsely.
“I’m allowed. You’re my husband.”
He laughs, soft and dangerous.
“Baby, stop. If you keep looking at me like that, you know exactly where this is going.”
I take a step closer. Then another.
“We’ve got two hours before the party.”
“Lex—”
“We can skip the carpet photos,” I say quickly, already bargaining like my life depends on it.
“No one needs them. They’ll survive without us.”
Jamie turns fully now, folding his arms, amused.
“You’re supposed to be The Joker tonight. You’re already unhinged.”
I drop to my knees before I can overthink it.
His breath catches. Mine does too.
“Please,” I say, hands resting on his thighs, looking up at him through green-tinted hair and a grin that’s too honest to be a joke.
“Just once. Joker and Robin. When we’ll get a chance like that - Robin getting his ass destroyed by Joker’s huge cock. Fuck. It makes me hard just by talking about it. Now we definitely need to take care of that. I’ll behave after. I swear.”
He exhales, shaking his head, but his eyes give him away.
“You’re ridiculous.”
