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mostly-imagines · 3 days

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Moonstruck

jason todd x reader

aka sober thoughts and all that

warnings: intoxication

Jason has a thing about drinking around you. He’d kind of skirted around it for a while when you were first dating, but after a while you’d noticed he never really has more than a drink or two regardless of how much you had. The only times you ever see him drink more is when he’s downing whiskey as a pain mitigater when he needs stitches. You’d initially assumed he just wasn’t a big drinker, but eventually you’d come to realize it was more of a matter of not wanting to lose his inhibitions around you.

You know he’s still working on trusting himself, even sober, because he’s terrified of accidentally hurting you. But you have a hard time imagining him losing control like that in any state and you’re nearly certain he’s just being hard on himself.

You’ve been falling in and out of less than peaceful sleep for the past few hours, having trouble easing yourself while your boyfriend is still out. You at least attempted to get to bed earlier tonight because for once he isn’t out fighting crime and risking injury, though you haven’t found much more luck than usual.

You lie on your back, half ready to give up and turn on a movie while you wait.

You’re momentarily startled to hear Dick bellow out your name, no regard for the fact that it’s nearing three in the morning and you have neighbors. He’s not much of a shouter so you’re instantly on alert, worried that he or Jason are hurt.

You fumble out of bed and rush to the living room, surprised to find your fire escape empty. You turn, proceeding towards the front door, opening it cautiously.

“Dick? What—” You don’t need to finish your question because the second you take one good look at the two of them, the state of them is immediately clear. Dick, who’s barely standing upright on his own, supports your boyfriend's weight via Jason’s arm slinged around his shoulder.

“Hey!” Dick grins at you, far more lively than he has any business being this late at night. “Sorry, couldn’t remember which apartment was yours.”

You nod pensively, “Well the perspective’s different than when you’re coming in through the window.”

He continues on past that without thought, “I’ve come to deliver,” he says, gesturing up to Jason with a bit of a strain. You’re pretty sure there were supposed to be a couple more words at the end of that sentence but you understand well enough anyway.

You nod, eyebrows raised and try to hide a smile. “Thanks, Dick.” He shifts your boyfriend off of his shoulder to lean him up against the door frame, where Jason places a majority of his weight.

You eye him warily, not confident in his steadiness. He seems to hold well enough against the heavy door though, his eyes drifting around the tiled floor. Your attention shifts to Dick, who’s clearly satisfied with a job well done and ready to go.

You tilt your head, seeing him turn away. “You good?”

“I’m great!” He calls out with a thumbs up. You watch as he staggers away, nearly missing the exit.

You look back over at Jason, who’s already staring at you with a soft gaze. “You’re pretty,” he fawns, irises blown out and flickering all over your face.

“Oh you’re drunk drunk.” You grin, watching him stumble forward a bit.

He shakes his head, looking a bit dizzy after, “Shoulda seen Tim.”

You pause mid laugh, “…Who drove you here?”

He falters at that, gaze falling to the floor. “Uh…” He winces, “Damian…”

You nod slowly, eyes wide, “We’re gonna talk about that tomorrow.”

“He’s better than you’d think.” You’d hope so.

Well, at least he’s spending time with his brothers.

You sigh, straightening your posture in preparation for the job to come. “Alright, come on big guy,” you pull him up from his slant against the wall, hauling him into the same position he’d been in with Dick—though you’re struggling significantly more to hold him upright. “You gotta help me out here, Jay,” you grunt, trying very hard not to fold under his weight. You swat the door shut behind you, making peace with the fact that he’ll scold in the morning for not locking it.

He presses an uncoordinated kiss to the side of your head as you try to shuffle him along, not interested in the least in easing your labor. His self discipline isn't quite gone, but his awareness of how big he is sure seems to be.

You wobble from the heavy weight of his arm around your shoulders, holding onto him by his waist. You manage to get him to sidestep your cat, narrowly, though Salem hisses at him all the same. Jason takes no notice. You stumble into your bedroom with only about 30% of his usual balance aiding your effort.

He collapses onto the bed the second his legs hit the frame, pulling you down with him. You lie, somewhat awkwardly, on his chest as he holds you tight—probably tighter than he would if he were sober. It feels nice though.

You lie your cheek flat on his chest, relaxing against him. “What’d you guys do? Thought you were just having an easy night.”

He takes a deep breath before answering, “Raided Dick’s liquor c—” he stops, mulling over his words. “...Bruce’s liquor that was in Dick’s cabinet.” He annunciates every word in that sentence very carefully.

You squint speculatively, “Didn’t take Dick for the stealing type.”

He grumbles, “He’s not. ‘Less it’s Bruce.”

You can’t help the smile that breaks out on your face, “Aw, you really do take after your big brother, don’t you?”

He scoffs at that, “I don’t. I’m the one who gave him the idea.” Yeah, that sounds right.

He taps on your cheek lightly and you pick your head up to find him looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

“What’s that look for?”

“Can I kiss you?” his eyes drop down to your lips, “I really wanna kiss you.” He’s nearly whispering and you feel your heart skip several beats at the feeling of his eyes on you like this.

You press a light kiss to his lips and he practically purrs.

You pull back, admiring the serene expression on his face. “You taste like whiskey.”

“I like whiskey,” he says honestly.

You smile, nodding. “I know. Don’t know why, but..”

He leans in for another kiss but you parry, only letting his lips meet your cheek. He frowns grimly, attempting to chase your lips.

“Lemme kiss you,” the pout on his face is adorable and while you hesitate to deny him, you retreat, resting your chin on his chest.

You smile wistfully, tracing his cheekbone, “You’re drunk, baby.”

“‘M not that drunk,” he tells you, though everything about him says otherwise.

Your hand falls flat on his shoulder. “Your eleven year old brother drove you here.”

He shrugs, “He can drive the bat…batcar? Bat…”

“Batmobile,” you finish.

“The batmobile.” he nods, as if he was seconds away from remembering. You suspect he wasn’t.

“Bruce lets him drive it?” you question, wholly disbelieving.

“No.”

Enough said.

“You’re gonna be hungover as hell in the morning,” you mumble, taking in his uninhibited demeanor.

He nods that off, “‘S okay. You’ll be here, right?”

You tilt your head, observing him chalantly. “Where else would I go?”

His arms snake tighter around you at that, giving you a little squeeze before relenting.

“I wanna marry you,” he murmurs, brushing your hair out of your face and tucking it neatly behind your ear.

You blink rapidly a few times, “What?” You push yourself up on his chest, sitting up on his abdomen.

“Wanna marry you.” He repeats, eyes lidded as he breathes easy under you. “You’re m’favorite person…want you t’be my wife.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat. “..You want me to be your wife?”

His lips are slightly parted and his pupils are wide as he stares up at you, taking in your features carefully. “‘Course I do.” He brings his fingers up to your cheek, touching you softly with all the wonderment of a little kid. “You’re so pretty.”

You’re quick to return, “So are you.” Especially right now.

He shuts his eyes momentarily, shaking his head morosely, “You gotta stop bein’ so nice t’me,” he lets his hand fall to rest on your thigh. “Don’t deserve it.”

“Shut up,” you lour, “You deserve it more than anybody.”

“No. Not more than you,” his hands knead at your thighs like it’s an instinct. “You deserve everything.” He closes his eyes, tilting his chin up as his head sinks further back into the pillow. “Think I’d do anything you wanted.”

“Jay—”

He continues on, “Want you t’be happy. Wanna make you happy.”

Your face falls into an expression of dazed awe, “You do make me happy.”

He dwindles at that, “No, really happy. Take care of you. Build you a house, give you babies. Wha’ever you want.”

He paws at your thighs, trying to get you to come closer again to him. You lay back down on top of him and his hand instantly buries itself in your hair, stroking softly. “You’re just…you’re so perfect…” He turns his head to mumble against your forehead, “Feel like I dreamed you, sometimes.”

You breathe deeply against the crook of his neck, eyes feeling glassy. “I love you.” It’s all you can get out, and it’s not enough, but it’s all of it.

“I love you,” he says like he’s trying to turn it into gospel. “So much. I love you so much, so fuckin’ much.” His words start to get lost in his weary babbling.

Your chest feels full and you can distinctly feel every beat of your heart against it. Or maybe it’s Jason’s heart. But what’s the difference?

You press a tender kiss to the nape of his neck. “You’re really sweet when you’re drunk, you know that?”

He hums lowly, head lulling against yours.

You still for a second, finding his breathing has slowed and his hand has seized its movement in your hair. His soft breaths fill the air as you press a kiss to his collarbone before settling in completely. “You’re gonna love when I tell you about this in the morning,” you whisper, letting your eyes shut too.

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spidernuggets · 1 day

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jason todd who comes back from a patrol/mission and just lays flat on you, dead weight, likely just stays there til he falls asleep with you running your hands through his hair because this is the only way he ever feels safe 😭

You're lying on your bed, reading Jason's annotated Jane Austen book. You hear the window creak open, your body remaining still, knowing it's already your big boyfriend coming back from a late night patrol.

His armour is already gone, stored separately in his safe house, and he trudges the few steps it takes to your bed.

He falls limp, but not due to any open wounds he couldn't clean up himself like on occasional nights. No, he sprawls out on top of you, barely moving unless to take heavy breaths because he's just so tired.

You smile at your exhausted lover, carefully putting the book down and running your fingers through his slightly sweaty hair.

He reaches his hand up, attempting to stop you.

"Wait.." He mumbles against your neck that his head is buried into. "Dirty... need to take a shower first.." He says, barely audible.

You ignored him, pushing his hand away and continued to caress his tired little head.

"It's okay, sweetness. Shower tomorrow, hm?" You whisper back, placing the softest kiss to his head and he hums in response, shifting himself so his arms are fully wrapped around your waist.

"Love you, sweet thing," he mutters, letting his fatigue get the better of him and getting some well-deserved sleep.

"I love you too, Jay."

guess who's back for a short hc 🥳

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i-yap · 1 day

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Batboys x quiet! reader(who is not quiet in private)

( some of the reasons for the quietness is a bit traumatic so uhh warning)

Dick grayson -

opposites attract is possibly my favorite trope ever. And that is exactly what you guys are . Not exactly golden retriever x black cat though people who didn't know you guys well assumed such .

Dick would get exhausted spending forever being charming and charismatic for even the most extroverted of people get tired when they had to manage multiple superhero teams, a detective squad and the whole batfamily.

You were silence, peace serenity almost..until you weren't. Grayson was worried about this relationship in the start, after all you guys were really different. He was afraid you were going to be annoyed by his sunshine self, and that when he isn't feeling like talking, the conversations would go silent.

But you really are so different when comfortable with someone, and its tough not to trust and drop your shield with grayson.

It took him by surprise slowly seeing you open up and show your weird side. It somehow made him cherish it more and even want to show sides of him that only you got to see.

When he asked you why you weren't like this with everyone you said " My parents had a habit of talking over me, sometimes outrightly not hearing me speak at all. No matter how loud I spoke..i wondered if they couldn't hear me...if anyone even wanted to you" "why me then?" asked dick , "you're nothing like my parents, I know you care" and he does..he really does. He won't ever let you feel like that every again. He will make sure everything you want said is heard, and if not he will burn it into the skyline

Jason todd

he appreciated it, a quiet person in public. He hated being in public, he hated the buzz the noise the push the touch of humans around him. He felt strange

till he feels you hold his knowing you felt just as strange as him. Leave the gala and walk around the library , one earphone in each ear listening to whatever you wished to play.

Pulling you close in crowded areas- was it for you or for him? Glaring at anyone who dared tease you about your quietness. A single glare usually does the job but don't worry ...other ways exist too.

He loves that when you two are alone, you are a completely different person. It makes him feel special, like he is the only one who understands you. Because you're the only one who understands him.

When he asks " well I guess I never felt like people liked what came out of my mouth.. my humour too dark, my words too dumb and I didn't make sense. So I stopped trying" don't worry about being cringe..he understands you completely

Tim drake

he is intruiged. How do you pull such a perfect facade. How does one look so poised and collected with those rich assholes and so wild and untamed with him?

He could never really perfect the act the way you did. He's seen you grow up, but somehow its like you were born with two people living in your brain.

If you're this mysterious to your childhood lover, how does anyone in the world even think that they could know you, both versions of you.

Dont get me wrong, he loved it, A mystery he never could solve, not even with your help.

" Teach me your ways master" "I remember you wanting me to call you that last night..oh no wait it was si-" "shut upp" "fine ill tell you timmy boy, I just believe those rich stick up their ass puppets don't deserve to see all ..this.." "what about school kids, friends , teemates-" "I don't need anyone to get me as long as you do"

He will never get it, even if someone engraved it into his skin he wont understand everything about you , you'll always be the case he couldn't solve.

AND WE ARE BACK BICHES , send in requests and stuff, inbox open again blah blah I'm feeling much better now but I might push angst stuff more

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incorrectmarvelquotesss · 2 days

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— his universe —

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Jason’s universe.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Word count: ~300

A/N: This is the blurb! I’ll probably have the oneshot finished by tomorrow or so, so enjoy this until!

Jason was never one to hide his wounds from you. You had seen every inch of a cut and every speck of a bruise that littered his skin. His chest was usually bare when he was with you, enjoying the way your fingers timidly traced every scar that was still on display. He liked it more than he cared to admit. The way you would glance up at him with a low twinkle in your eyes made his heart skip a beat. The way your fingers continued their little paths over every curve and dip in his abdomen as a pool of warmth gathered in his stomach. He loved your little touches that set his whole being on fire.

One stroke of your finger on his forearm as you were passing by had him melting in his spot before trailing after you like a lost puppy. His heart was always teetering on the edge of bursting with love and affection, wanting to smother you in blankets and his arms at any given moment he spent with you.

If he wasn’t with you, he was looking around in a crowd for things that made him think of you. Recently, nothing and everything reminded him of you. The flower swaying in the wind reminded him of your hair and how often he buried his face into it when you were asleep, breathing in the scent of your shampoo and something wholly you. The glint of a necklace or earrings reminded him of the look you would get in your eyes when you were up to something and he would have to let you tease him because he would rather eat dirt than tell you no.

His whole universe revolved around you and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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sanguineterrain · 23 hours

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Hello! I recently found your blog and bruh I'M SMITTEN by your works.

Would it be alright if I requested Jason Todd x gn reader (also vigilante but only works on small cases and in safer places... Jason wouldn't let them anywhere else after a heavy injury they sustained in the past)...

Maybe they're searching for clues in one of the alleys and reader finds a baby there and takes it home (or maybe they fall upon a tired-looking woman throwing her baby over the bridge, reader manages to catch it but when they get back up the woman is gone)? Just overall how would Jason react to his partner finding a kid and bringing it home and what would happen after.

I made myself laugh bc I thought Jason would be like "good thing you went home and not to a bat cave, can't handle another sibling, the last one is already a living hell.

And I wanted to ask if it would be alright if I requested more than just one thing? Completely fine if not.

❤️❤️❤️

This is a super cute prompt!! Thanks for sending it in. And yes feel free to send more than one request 💓

Jason Todd x gn!reader. Abandoned baby, established relationship, Jason being a cutie patootie.

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You find the baby in a grocery store basket stuffed with blankets behind a Walmart.

She's a tiny thing, with fat cheeks and a permanent wrinkle between her brow. She's frighteningly quiet.

You take her home.

Home has become synonymous with Jason's apartment. At some point, it just made more sense for you to move in long-term. Jason had gingerly brought it up to you one night and kissed you hard when you'd said yes.

You pick up some formula on the way home and a few other things. The baby starts to cry after a bit, to your relief, and after feeding and changing her, you sway her until she falls asleep.

You're content to hold her until you get a crib. You fully intend to do so.

You hear the first lock turn, then the second, then the third. There's no worry that Jason will wake the baby; he always enters a building like he's casing it.

You have the TV turned down low, channel switched to some late-night sitcom. Jason comes in and closes the door with his foot. He takes off his helmet, revealing his messy curls. You smile.

"Hey, Jaybird," you say.

Jason glances at you as he walks to the bedroom, unzipping his vest as he goes. He grins tiredly.

"Hey, sweetheart. Hello, baby."

You watch him disappear into the bedroom. The baby is still fast asleep. You adjust your legs to get more comfortable in the chair.

Jason backs out of the room a moment later, gear still on. His vest is half-unzipped.

"That's a baby," he says.

You nod. "Yep."

Jason pulls a face like he's doing calculus in his head. "Did—do we have a... did I...?"

"How would that even work, Jason?"

"Look, there's many ways that can happen! Y'know how many freakin' clones are in this city? My freakazoid brother could get you a genetically engineered baby in twelve hours."

"She is an organically produced baby not related to either of us. Okay?"

"Oh. Sure, yeah." Jason starts to turn, then comes back. "Wait, no, I still have questions. Why do you have a baby?"

"I found her."

Jason squints at you, then at the baby. "You found her."

"Uh-huh."

"I don't think that'll hold up in court, sweets."

"Relax, Jason. I'm ninety-nine percent sure she was abandoned. I found her behind a Walmart. I know I could've dropped her at the hospital, but I just..." You look down at her sleeping face. "She's just so little. And she needs human contact. Nurses are already overworked as it is. What harm is in taking her home?"

"Yeah, y'know what that is? A siren song. Pretty soon, you'll be fitting her for a domino mask and dressing her like a traffic light."

You roll your eyes. "Don't be silly. I wouldn't dare try to take Damian's title. Plus, traffic light color palettes are so outdated."

Jason pouts. "Are not."

You carefully stand, baby in your arms, and walk over to peck Jason on his cheek.

"Are too. Wanna hold her?"

Jason looks at her like she's a bomb. "I dunno. I might... what if I... hurt her?"

You frown. "You wouldn't hurt her, Jaybird."

"I might hold her wrong or make her cry, and then I'll have to throw myself off the roof."

"You are such a drama king. She's sleeping like a log. You won't wake her unless you scream in her ear."

Before Jason can reply, you're unloading her into his arms. He jumps into action, arms and hands awkward but trying. You smile gently.

"Put her head in the crook of your elbow. Yeah, good. Support her butt. Both arms. Yeah, good! Good job, honey."

You pat his arm. Jason looks spooked for a second, then seems to relax when she doesn't stir. She's cradled in his arms like she was made to fit there.

"Isn't she so cute?" you whisper.

"She is really cute. So small. God." He watches her for a moment, mouth downturned. "I was a small baby too."

"I bet you were a cute baby," you say, tucking a curl behind Jason's ear.

"Oh, sure. People came from all over the world to have a gander at the cutest baby on the planet. Looks like she's taken my title."

Jason starts to sway lightly, holding her like she's gold. You feel your face soften.

He must feel your eyes on him, because he looks up after a moment like he's expecting you to correct his posture. "What?"

You shake your head. "Nothing. Just... I'm just really in love with you, Jay."

Jason's cheeks turn pink. He bites the inside of his cheek.

"Oh. I'm, uh, really in love with you too."

You kiss him properly for that, and Jason hums into your mouth, then pulls back slightly.

"We can't keep the baby. Y'know that, right? I gotta marry you properly first," Jason says against your lips.

"This is the twenty-first century, buddy. People keep babies all the time, unwed or not."

"Yeah, I know. Still wanna marry you first."

You look down at the baby and give her an air kiss. Then you look up at Jason, putting on the saddest face you can muster. He sighs.

"Well," he says, gently touching her fingers. "Maybe we can keep her for a little while."

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igotanidea · 3 days

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One step closer: Jason Todd x reader

Summary: Jason being terrified of the storm and reader helping him.

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At first the sky was crystal clear blue and without a single cloud.

The weather, however has a unique ability to change in a blink of an eye – maybe that’s why people believe nature is a woman, with its specific humors and whims.

The droplets of rain started hitting the pavement when Y/N was walking home from work. Deprived of the umbrella, as usual. And even thought she liked a little bit of precipitation it was one thing to enjoy the musky scent of ozone and ground, and the other to be drenched. Therefore, taking cue of the other people, rushing to find even a makeshift shelter, upon realizing that the rest of the evening was going to be filled with October like weather, she took off running. In her best hope to get home before all hell break loose.

As the raindrops started to intensify, she swiftly swiveled on the puddles, miraculously avoiding slipping and stepping into the treacherously shallow waters, only to discover it was ankle depth.

Getting home in time to save her porous hair from frizzling into a mess on her hair, but not soon enough to miss the lighting and thunder echoing through the space.

“Oh no…” she muttered to herself, opening the door to the tenement, where she was sharing a an apartment with Jason.

Jason. Precisely.

She climbed the stair jumping two steps at a time, all to reach their place faster, knowing well enough what she was going to find there.

“Jace?” she called his name, kicking off her shoes and hanging the wetted coat on the hanger. “Jace, are you here?”

“In here…” weak, shaky voice came from the living room.

“Oh, baby…”

Jason was crouched on the couch, away from the window, almost paralyzed by the flashes of light and sounds outside. It was nothing new to her. After all, her poor boy was scared of the storm, not that she could blame him.

When they started dating, hanging around in the city and having fun, the first time the storm came in during their time out, he just stopped in the middle of the street with wide eyes, unable to move a single muscle. Scaring the shit out of her making the girl believe he was going through a stroke or something. Using whatever strength she could gather, Y/N grabbed the arm of the mountain of stiffened muscles Jason turned into and dragged him into the nearest roofed place.

In between ragged breaths and trembles, Jason tried to explain himself and prevent the damage of her thinking he was crazy or something. And even though all she was doing was holding his hand, soothing him with her voice, trying to ground him and not demand any words, he managed to stutter that the storm was reminding him of the time Joker was hitting him with a crowbar.

Lighting was like a flashes in his eyes, recollection of blood and pain.

Thunder was like a sound of a vicious laugh, echoing in his ears, a remnant of incoming ending.

And that broke her heart.

Since then, there was not a time she allowed Jason to be alone during the storm. Reaching him in any way possible. When at work – text or call. When at home – cuddles and kisses. When out – immediate retreat and doing anything possible to help him focus on her rather than surrounding.

So now, her course of action was almost innate.

Closing the windows, which he was unable of, due to immediate panic attack. Drawing the curtains. Sitting on the couch next to him. Opening her welcoming arms and surrounding him with her warmth.

“It’s okay Jason…” she whispered pulling his head to her chest. “It’s okay. Just listen to my heartbeat, baby.”

“I’m so scared, Y/N.” he almost sobbed, like a 15 year old he was when Joker was mutilating him. “I don’t want to –“

“Shhh. Shhh, my love.” Her fingers danced in his hair, touch as soft as possible to not startle, but help him. A single wrong move, too intense or in the wrong place could be catastrophic, considering he was one foot in the past “I’m not letting anything happen to you.” A gentle soft kiss placed on his forehead was supposed to serve as an assurance of her love, presence and protective shield “I got you, Jason. I got you…”

“He’s coming after me!” as another thunder tore the sound of humming rain he snuggled closer to her chest “He’s coming!”

This was worse than anything she has experienced before and she was forced to think and act quickly and with new methods, to avoid him spiraling out of control and rooting in the tragic memories.

Pulling him closer, Y/N started to hum some melody. Quietly as first, but then letting it grow a little louder and more intense, leaning towards him to make sure it was the only sound reaching his ears.

“I have died every day waiting for you, darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more…..”

His hands tightened on her waist, almost bruising but she didn’t care.

“One step closer, one step closer….”

Slowly, her voice started to replace the bad memories.

One step closer – to her.

One step closer – to the present and not the past.

One step closer – to breaking from the nightmare.

“Y/N….” he whispered, allowing himself to relax under her caresses.

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Thank you.” He nuzzled into her chest, loosing the grip but not letting go. Never letting go.

“I’m here…” she only responded, with a tiny smile, as if that was the entire explanation needed. And it was.

“Stay.” He whispered, not opening his eyes, not changing the position, not moving even in the slightest to avoid breaking the fragile peace.

“I’m here.” She said for the third time.

She was there. And the weight of her dedication, devotion and touch the made the door to the past close. Like a book that still describe your life, but stays on the shelf, being nothing but a memory. Painful, gory and traumatizing, but still – just a memory, making place for the new story.

And maybe it was time to commence it.

She was there.

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 3 days

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Claws

《Stray/Catlad!Jason Todd / Reader》

Smiling brightly, you happily walk beside the dark-haired boy. He pays you mind, head in a book, ignoring you. A scowl on his face as sound of your foot-steps copying his.

Sighing, he closes the book, pausing, waiting for you to say something. His attention fully on you.

"What." He asks plainly, glancing over your love-sick smile as you happily hold two tickets in your hand. "Hi Jason! I just wanted to know if you would want to go too a movie with mw this weekend?"

Eyes brimming with hope, you watch him frown deeper.

"Can't. I'm busy with work."

"Oh! Well, that's okay. Maybe-"

Jason pockets his book, heading to his bike as he hops on. Putting on his helment as he starts the engenie and drives off.

"...Aw man..." You sigh, deflating as you look at the tickets. Noticing in the corner of your eye a cat themed book mark on the floor.

Picking it up, your face warms up as you beam at the written initals on the back.

"Well, theres always next time! Hmmm.. Maybe I'll pass this tickets to Bruce.. I don't wanna tell Dick though. He'll probably get upset.."

You hold the book mark close, skipping along home.

Turning away from the night sky, legs swinging back and forth on the ledge. You overhear a grunt, you glance down. Seeing a fight down below. Catwoman scratching at Batmans chest with her claws as he grits his teeth.

There goes a calm patrol...

Getting up, you feel a hand grab yours, twirling you around, your body bumps into a familar chest...

"Panther..."

You said politely, rolling your eyes with a smile. Taking a step back as you look at him with slight caution.

"Heya Purr-ity~!" He says snarkly, licking his lips as you turn away.

"Eyes up here." He states, grabbing your cheeks. His claw like gloves digging into your face as you gaze at him doe-eyed, scoffing. Swatting away the hand, the wind becomes stronger as your tickets fly out from your pocket.

Damn! You forgot to leave them in your civilian clothes!

Eyes widening, you try to grab them, but was beaten to the punch..!

"Huh... Didn't know you liked the books." He mumbles.

"Well, kinda. I got into them recently and saw the movie was coming out..."

You recalled Jason throwing his copy of the book at you after you spooked him on accident. Hoping to ask him out to a cafe together, instead, you got a free book and a bruised forehead.

What luck!

"...And you coincidentally had two tickets.."

"Yeah? I was gonna' give them to Batman instead-"

The male laughed, throwing his head back at the idea of Bataman watching a romantic historicall fiction movie. All in his get-up as he grumbles nonsense.

"Yeah, no..." He smirks, holding the tickets tighter. "No way he's going to do that! Sides', who he'd go with? Catwoman? Yeah, instant rejection." He says dryly, shrugging his shoulder. "Even those Bird-Brains know better to give that to their Boss."

He mentioned Nightwing and Robin, shrugging.

You sneakily try to grab the papers back, yet he easily dodged.

"Guess' you and I are going."

"Wha-?"

You feel him pick you up, slung over his shoulder. Half-expecting him to throw you. Instead, he starts running as he carries you!?

Jason Todd in this Au, is succsessfull in stealing the wheels off the bat-mobile. That catches the attention of certain cat-like thief. So he becomes her protege. Super Easy.

I headcanon Jason being kinda closed off in his Au, but slowly becomes more open. He's happier in his own little world with his books and Selina's multiple cats.

"Panther..? No.. Move! Move please! Move you stupid cat! Panther!"

Pushing away the thief, the sound of a crowbear smashing into your sides rung in the desolate area. "AUGH-!" You scream, Joker laughing as you fall and crash into one of the shipping crates of Joker-Gas.

"..Purrincess..?" Panther spoke slowly, the nickname a bit bitter on his tounge, more fond of Purr-ity. Yet it meant nothing now, no sweet familiar giggle. Nor playful banter..

Instead, horrible laughter.

In this Au, Jason doesn't die. But hates Joker in general. While.. Heroine(Y/N) doesn't suffer OG Jasom Todd fate..

Possibly, but super close calls.

Also, made up a small au where she has a Ric Graysom situation, so a possible idea too. Dunno, I wont decide.

"D'aww... How sweet! Give it up for lovers!" The clown cackled as the henchman stare in horror. Blinking out of his shock, the thief snarls in a animalistic manner. Yelling as he grab one of his guns, pointing at the head of the stupid clown.

"Wow..! Ears! So cute!" You said in awe, wearing your civilian clothes as the thief grumbles. Looking away, not bothering with you. Even when you and the other, "hostages" sat as Catwoman snagged the musem jewlery.

You sweat a bit, not partically used to his cold shoulder. Often him hogging your vigilante time instead.

Pressing a soft kiss on your knuckle, you eye Jasons bloodied hands worriedly. Sure, you adored the contact, but you were worried.

"Thank you, for your help- B-but your hurt!" You make sure your hands cup around his. Worriedly glancing around for a bandage or calling one of the officers.

Protective Nightwing Lol.

"Don't worry, (V/N)! Got one of the paramedics right here!"

You pout as Nightwing gets in the middle of you and Jason. Pushing the health care hero between you two. The Big Bird ushering you to Bat's side.

[What?? More Batboys as Cat Thiefs?? Yes. Originally, i wanted to call him. "Alley-Cat", but found out there already was one! Anyway, yay! Comments and art are always wanted and appriciated!]

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jasonshousewife · 1 day

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jason is full or red flags and that's exactly why i love him iykyk ... yes he can be sweet and gentle when he wants to but toxic jason my beloved🧎‍♀️

he would never hurt you physically but he would express his anger by kicking or throwing stuff, ghost you for days or even weeks when he's having a breakdown and then come back begging on his knees for your forgiveness, letting you wear your revealing dress for the gala then change his mind last minute to just stay home and fuck you instead, his unhealthy possessiveness slipping out whenever he sees you with someone else... probably scares off all the guys who dare to approach you even after you breakup with him. maybe stalks your phone even? but don't worry. he's just making sure you don't get hurt by the men out there when he's not around to keep you safe!

you're his girl after all... even if you won't admit it.

#toxic jason todd my beloved #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason's good for my heart

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ivyppoison · 1 day

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JASON TODD W AN ALTERNATIVE GIRLFRIEND

𐙚 warnings : drug use, suggestive content ( if you blink, you’ll miss it ), lovesick jason <3 ( not a warning but, we love him )

words : 0.524k

note. I love the girly girl aesthetic + vibe, but us alternative + edgy girls deserve more. this is definitely not self-indulgent ( it is ). I tried to make this inclusive, but I’m very much a goth ( specifically a baby bat bc I’m still not very deep into it yet ) so this could be more appropriate towards that !!

#. main masterlist. | dc masterlist. | jason todd masterlist.

THE FIRST FEATURE that drew Jason to you was your sense in fashion. Whether it was your collection of band tees or graphic shirts you collected over the years, the selection of silver jewellery you hung on your wall, the spikes that had accumulated on every statement piece of clothing, or the delicate platform shoes you wore every day after a period of longing ── he was entranced.

Even though your taste in music perhaps wasn’t the same as his, he found amusement in watching you mouthing the words to the plethora of songs you added to your playlist, head-banging or dancing around the kitchen in a hypnotic way.

Jason would gladly pay for any piercing you wanted. Whether it be another face piercing, or one only his eyes and yours would ever see ( he’d absolutely love the look of nipple piercings, and, especially after they heal, he’d love to play with them whether with his hand under your shirt or tugging them playfully ), he would adore the way you look with them. In addition to this, he’d love the look of tattoos. Whenever holding you, he’d trace them with the rough pads of his fingers if they were visible, pressing a kiss to them if he could.

Your dark presence, whether bubbly or quiet, would compliment his personality equally. Jason would be unarguably attracted to you, with everything about you.

He is simply infatuated and in love with you,

One of his favourite parts of the day was watching you from the bed as you put on your makeup. Whether extravagant or not, he adored watching the expressions that plastered your face, sometimes locking with your gaze through the reflection before you turned to look at him with a smile adorning your lips.

Personally, I think Jason would love the feeling of sharp nails slightly grazing his skin, whether it be his arm, chest or back. So, he’d absolutely love the idea of his lover raking the sensitive skin of his body with their nails. He’d lay on his back, watching you through hazy eyes as you ran your new set against his forearm, lazily passing a blunt between the two of you in the dark room, the only source of light being the rest of the city.

He’d love to be held in the comfort of your eyes as the sound of your favourite song lit the room alive.

The secret that Jason also lived as Red Hood during the night was exposed early in your relationship. In all honesty, it was more planned than a pure accident as you were awake deep into the night and caught him sneaking through the window you always left ajar. Your eyes lit up, as you fawned over him even more, asking him about how he felt about living as a vigilante.

When helping him clean up after a rough night, stitching his cuts or tending to his swelling wounds, before pressing a kiss to each one, you’d always mumble about how he still looked dreamy with all the blood or the bruises around his eye.

He’s just beyond grateful that you love him back.

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Bird & Fox

Chapter 16

After a few days of fighting the disease, you finally recovered completely! My god, being sick is a torture, a long-term battle requires a lot of physical strength. You can finally go out for a walk again. It's so boring to stay at home all day to recover from illness. But thanks to Jason taking care of you these days, you can recover faster. You are so grateful that he took Kirin back to the manor to take care, because can't concentrate on taking care of Kirin.

In your free time, you took out phone tried to find someone to talk to. You found Jason's contact pressed the dial button and waited for him to answer the call.

After waiting for a while, someone answered the call, and an unfamiliar voice came from inside, "Hello?"

You silent for a while, then greeted him, "Erm? Hello, who are you?"

A laugh came from the phone, "Oh! Hahaha, it's me, Tim."

You were surprised, "Tim?! Hey! Good morning!"

He chuckled, "Good morning, how are you?"

You told him politely, "I'm already well. Is Dick well?"

You heard the sound of him opening the door from the phone, probably going back to the room to answer the phone. He happily told you, "You should thanks to Jason, especially he's been taking care of you all the time. Dick has also recovered a lot. He's exercising vigorously today."

You laughed softly and breathed a sigh of relief, "Wow, that's great."

Suddenly Tim suggested, "Hey, do you want to have breakfast together? I'll be having breakfast at the cafe near your house, then going to the library to find a book before back to the manor. Want to join?"

You looked at your watch and saw that you were free all day, so you happily agreed to him, "Okay, see you later."

You both agreed to spend time together and hung up the phone at the same time.

Tim Pov

I hung up the phone and put Jason's phone on the table. I thought it was time to get ready. I didn't expect Y/N to be such a cheerful person. Jason really met a good girl. I thought about telling him about the date with Y/N, letting him meet her, and creating an opportunity for them to be alone. I put on my backpack and walked to Batcave. I heard a loud sound of punching. I knew it was the beast Jason Todd.

Jason Todd is such a scary guy. I knew the power was really strong when I heard the punching sound. He was extremely powerful and scary when he went crazy. Fortunately, we are not enemies. I went to the training ground and saw his naked upper body, extremely strong and scarred back, beating the sandbag to death. I swallowed my saliva in surprise and didn't dare to blink. What happened to make him so angry this morning?

I saw Dick sitting on the floor and pouring water into his mouth. Then he looked at me and greeted enthusiastically. I went down the stairs and quietly walked around Jason's back to Dick to find out what was going on. I noticed that Jason‘s fists were bandaged but with bloodstains, even the sandbag was imprinted with his bloodstains. How long he been punching the sandbag, and how much strength did he use.

Dick stood up and walked towards me, "Morning."

I stared at Dick nervously and pointed at Jason with my index finger, "What's wrong with him?"

Dick sighed and scratched his hair, not knowing how to express it, "I don't know what happened. I woke up went to the Batcave and it was like this."

I tilted my head curiously, "What time you come in?"

Dick chuckled after hearing my question, "You may not believe it. I arrived around 6 o'clock and he was already fighting."

My eyes widened and I looked over. "Before six?! It's almost half past ten now!"

Dick was embarrassed and at a loss. "I can't stop him now. I advise you not to do anything."

"So noisy, what's going on?" Damian's voice came from the stairs.

I saw Dick hurriedly running to Damian, because we all know the relationship between these two is incompatible. "Darling, don't mess with Jason now. Don't go!"

Damian pushed Dick aside and curiously walked down to see, his eyes were obviously surprised. He looked at me, I just shook my head to indicate that I didn't know. If messed with Jason now, he would beat us in a minute. It seems I can't tell him about Y/N in his current state. There is really no other way, I had to meet her. I was also afraid Y/N would be scared and run away when she saw him like this.

"Are you going out?" Damian asked, pulling my clothes.

I nodded and smiled, "Yes, I'm going to have breakfast with a friend."

Dick walked closer and curiously "With Connor?"

I shook my head to indicate that I didn't, "Connor is traveling with his family. Today I'm going to have breakfast with Y/N and go to the library."

At this moment, I was surrounded by a fierce murderous aura. I slowly turned around and looked back. Jason punched a hole in the sandbag with a violent punch, and kicked it away with a heavy kick. He stood there and took a deep breath, the blood from his fists dripped onto the ground. He stared at me with a cold and ruthless look, as if he wanted to slaughter me.

He walked towards me with a big breath. "Who the fucking idiot said Y/N’s name?"

Oh my God. Y/N... your name is also a sin.

At this time, Bruce walked in. "What are you guys doing?"

Great! Bruce is here, I can evacuate first. "Sorry everyone, I have to go find my friends first!"

I left the Batcave in a panic. It was really life-threatening. Jason was a more terrifying person the calmer he was. He didn't roar when hitting the sandbag just now. There was only the loud bang of his fist hitting the sandbag. I couldn't intervene in that situation. All I can do now is pray that Jason will be back to normal when I get home.

Y/N Pov

After you arrived at the cafe, you ordered a breakfast with a cup coffee and sat down to wait for Tim. A while, you heard the door of the cafe open, it was Tim who walked in. You raised hand wave to him and greeted him. He saw you and immediately ran to your seat. He put down his backpack, looked at the menu ordered a breakfast and espresso. Seeing his forehead was little sweaty, you took out a tissue from your bag handed it to him.

"Are you okay? You look nervous." You were a little worried about him because he rushed over in a hurry, and you gently cared about him.

He noticed and politely took a few tissues to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "Haha, it's okay. Thank you for your concern."

You remembered that Kirin still in the manor, you curiously asked him how Kirin was doing. "Kirin didn't make trouble in the manor, right?"

He couldn't help but smile, shook his head and waved his hand. "No, he's very good."

You were relieved to hear that. "That's great. So... Jason is busy?"

He smiled with a slightly stiff expression and said, "Ermm... Not busy. It's just that he was a little strange today."

You felt a little worried, wondering he was exhausted from taking care of you. You put your hands on the table and moved forward, asking him, "Strange?"

He just nodded slightly, his expression still very stiff, "I didn't ask too much. It's not the right time."

After listening Tim said, he told you superficially that something was wrong with Jason today. You felt a little worried, wondering if Jason was tired from looking for you. He never showed impatience in front of you, and always treated you very gently. You clenched your hands, a feeling of fear of loss came over you, and you didn't know what to do.

It's not a good idea to keep your head down, you raised your head and asked Tim for advice with a serious face, "Tim, is there anything I can do for Jason?"

He was interrupted by your words before he take a sip of his coffee. He put the cup on the table, put one hand on his chin and gently massaged it, thinking about how to answer your question, and then he looked at you, "Hmm... Let me think about it."

Jason Pov

I took a bottle of water fill my thirsty mouth, then took a towel to wipe off the sweat on my body. I sat on the ground to rest for a while before continuing. The fucking dream was driving me crazy. I can only rely on these things to distract my attention and desire. If I don’t do anything, her beautiful face, seductive and erotic figure, and all the sounds in the dream will keep appearing in my head.

I removed the bandage wrapped around my hand, and my fist was full of blood. I was going crazy. I was so obsessed with Y/N. I touched the wound on my hand gently, there were many words in my mouth that I wanted to vomit but couldn’t. From this moment on, I couldn’t feel the pain in my hand, and the blood was clearly visible. I was bold and not afraid of any pain. But since she appeared in my life, I was more afraid she would not be by my side.

"What's wrong with you?" Bruce came over with a first aid kit and sat next to me.

I noticed that he looked worried. "Nothing."

He shook his head and chuckled. Bruce vaguely knew something was wrong with me. He pointed the sandbag that I had broken and said, "You'd better give me an explanation."

I couldn't say anything back, I couldn't argue with him. There was no one around, only Bruce and I were alone, I said a few words casually, "It just a wet dream."

He blinked a few times, bit his lip and smiled, "I understand. It's normal, then what? The content is unpleasant?"

I looked at Bruce in confusion, then laughing and sighing. There is no way a wet dream can be unpleasant. I wish could dream about it every day. I'm fucking addicted to it. But not many things in the world go as I wish, including me and her. Even if we meet each other by fate, I don't have the courage to love her. I'm afraid she will get hurt, and also afraid that I will hurt her.

I thought for a while and looked at Bruce who looked puzzled. "Very pleasant. Hot and passionate, so fucking that I just want to hug her tight."

Bruce held my shoulder and gently stroked it. "Wow, so wild, handsome."

Suddenly, I laughed out loud when Bruce said that. "Fuck."

Bruce pulled my hand, then opened the first aid kit and took out a cotton swab to apply medicine on me. I quietly watched him fluently treat my wounds. He took some bandages and bandaged me. "You... It's best to avoid getting hurt."

I was very confused when I heard it. "Huh? What do you mean?"

After he bandaged the wound, he neatly packed up the medical supplies. After he treated it, he looked at me and held my injured hand. "She will feel sorry for you."

I felt a little disappointed when I heard it. "Fuck, you have to say it now?"

"You know. She thinks you are very important." I don't know whether Bruce's words are comfort or encouragement. I felt a little touched after hearing them, and it was hard to accept.

I was about to cry, didn't want to hear or expect such words, I sighed and looked at Bruce then shook my head helplessly, "Please. Don't give me any hope."

He showed a slight smile, gently stroked my hand, "She is your hope. You are my hope too."

I subconsciously slapped his hand away, and my heart beat so heavily at that moment. My heartbeat kept speeding up, and it was fucking difficult to breathe. I am Bruce's hope? What a painful memory this fucking sentence has been since I was Robin. I fucking experienced those nightmares, which almost killed me. They will never understand how miserable I was before I died once.

"Jason." Bruce reached out his hand to me again.

"Enough! Stop talking! I don't want to hear any of these nice words!" I suddenly became scared and roared angrily at Bruce.

Bruce's expression was calm, but a little sad. "Please , calm down first."

I punched him in the face like crazy. I clenched my bruised fists, breathing irregularly and gasping for air. I could hardly hold back my tears. "You don't fucking understand! You weren't there when I needed you! I've been waiting! How long have I waited? What I waited for was a nightmare! I need my dad! I need Batman! Where the fuck did you go!"

Bruce stood up spit out the blood in his mouth and wiped the blood. "Jason, please... I haven't slept well every day since then. I really blame myself and it's hard to bear."

I raised my middle finger and roared, "How dare you say such a fucking thing! Did you kill that psychopath?! Did you avenge me?! Did you fucking do it?!"

"Enough! Jason! That's it! I've been trying to make it up to you! You just didn't see it!" Bruce pointed at my face angrily.

I grabbed his collar and yelled into his face, "I trusted you Bruce! I trusted Batman! I trusted my dad!"

I threw him away in anger and ran out of the Batcave, leaving him standing there alone. What the hell, what happened to me? I was really suffocating and couldn't stand it. Why did that memory stay in the depths of my memory? Why can't I forget it? Why am I the most helpless at this time? Why am I so cowardly? What the hell am I doing.

"Babybird?" Dickhead was knocked away by me, looking confused.

I didn't want to hear anything, and didn't want to know anything. I just wanted to be alone and quiet, and didn't want to see anyone. Every time the memory came to my mind, every moment I wanted to die. I wanted to kill him, I wanted to kill my cowardly self. I wanted to disappear, the kind of disappearance without a trace. I took the motorcycle key to the parking garage, and then rode away to stay far away.

Y/N Pov

In the afternoon, after you and Tim finished breakfast, you went to the library with him to get some books. You walked to the library, which was ten minutes away from the cafe. Tim was a smart and mature boy, and you admired him very much. During the conversation, you learned that Tim, who was about your age, was managing the company for Mr. Wayne at a young age.

After arriving at the library, he gentlemanly opened the door and let you go in first. Is this the etiquette of their family, the tacit understanding of ladies first? After you stepped into the library, you saw many books neatly arranged on the bookshelf. Then you noticed that some people were sitting quietly in one place reading books, and some were using computers.

"Y/N, I'm going to find some books. Do you want to come with me?" Tim asked.

This is your first time in the library, and here is so fresh and unfamiliar. It's better for you to follow him. "Okay."

You walk to the business book area together. Tim takes a book from the shelf and reads it page by page. You get closer wonder what he is reading. There are so many words and it's so profound. How smart is his mind to read these kind of books. Not only these books, he can also handle the company's business issues for Mr. Wayne.

Mr. Wayne's family is really good, everyone can handle all the affairs of the company. Compared with you, just a vagrant. In the past, employed ninjas had the ability to earn high salaries, they could earn a lot with just one commission. Now, you are wandering around the streets every day, it seems is time to find a part-time job to kill time.

While you were busy thinking, Tim stared at your face "Y/N?"

Your thoughts were interrupted by his shout "Huh? What's up?"

He took those profound books in his hands "What kind of existence is Jason to you?"

The straightforward question made you at a loss for words "Eh? Well..."

His eyes were full of curiosity and seriousness "Are you two just friends?"

You don't know how to deal with the sudden question, your mind is blank. But he asked the right question, what is Jason to you? You have never thought about this, what are you to each other? You have full trust in Jason, and look forward to seeing him every day. At first you thought he was just a friend, but gradually you found there seemed to be something different, what is going on...

You can't continue the conversation, Tim noticed something was wrong and hurriedly said "Just pretend I didn't ask this question. Sorry. I have chosen the book."

Tim feels a little scary, the kind of person who has something else to say. But you don't hate him, on the contrary, you feel getting along with him can help you understand the confusion. You nodded and smiled "It's okay."

We left together and it was a long way to the manor. You walked on the busy street, with many pedestrians coming and going. You followed Tim and enjoyed pace leisurely. It seemed a little strange to walk on the street after not walking for a few days. Even so, Tim's question just now still deeply affected you. You lost the way in self-doubt with every step you took.

You stopped and looked at the leaves hanging on the tree falling to the ground. A sentence came to your mind, "Hey, Tim."

Tim stopped and turned to look at you after hearing it, "What's wrong?"

You looked at the leaves floating in the air with the wind, floating to a strange place, just like you were alone and drifting with the wind. Jason grew warmly like a big tree, and you were a leaf floating to a strange big tree, then stayed by each other's side forever. "He is the most important person in my heart forever."

Tim's face showed a surprised expression, but then he smiled happily after hearing the answer. "Then don't let go of Jason's hand, especially you. Although he is fragile, he is invincible."

The wind blew, blowing your long hair. You comb your hair away and showed a confident look. "I know."

You found a jewelry store, you stared at it with curiosity. Tim followed your gaze, and he also noticed the jewelry store. You looked at their jewelry outside the store, and each jewelry displayed was so exquisite. At this time, the busy store owner inside noticed the two of you outside the door and came forward to greet you enthusiastically.

You two stepped into the store, and saw many jewelry displayed in glass cabinets. You found a pair of black simple style bracelets, you stared at them for a long time. Tim noticed and asked about the price and quality, you listened to the explanation one by one. This bracelet is made of imported stainless steel. They mentioned if want to engrave the name, it is also possible, which makes it more precious.

You decide to buy them as a gift for Jason. "I want this one!"

In the evening, you finally carved the name on the bracelet for the first time. Although you are agile, know nothing about handicrafts, and your fingers were almost cut by carelessness. But no matter how hard it is, it is worth it, a bracelet that belongs to Jason. What Jason's mood and expression will be after receiving it, but you’re looking forward. The owner put the bracelet into a box and wrapped it with a ribbon.

You left the store with the gift and saw Tim answering the phone outside the door. You wanted to go up and say hello, but found his expression was very serious and nervous. You guessed his lip movements through lip reading, and found he said something that scared you. You went up to pulled Tim's backpack and panicked, "Is Jason in trouble!?"

An ominous smell came over you, and Tim's expression said it all. The two of you hurriedly stopped a taxi and returned to the manor. After arriving at the destination, you rushed into the hall without any free time to breathe. In the living room, Mr. Wayne sat on the sofa with marks on his face from being beaten, Dick was busy on the phone, Alfred was applying medicine to Mr. Wayne with a worried look, and Damian was sitting on the sofa holding Kirin.

The atmosphere was obviously tense and wrong, you put the gift on the table. Bruce's expression revealed his exhaustion, and when he saw you he showed even more self-blame and helplessness. After Dick hung up the phone, he sat on the sofa, took a deep breath and covered his head, looking annoyed and tired. Damian had nothing to say, he sat there quietly and remained silent the whole time.

You sit next to Mr Wayne, hold his hand tightly and ask carefully, "What happened to Jason?"

Mr Wayne looks at you then at Tim, with a serious face, "Why is she here?"

Dick understands what Tim means and explains for him, "She is worried about her friend."

"It's a family matter, send her home first." Mr Wayne said seriously, unlike usual, and stood up to leave.

"Father..." Damian tried to say something.

You stand in front and block his way, "Please wait, Mr Wayne. Please tell me what happened to Jason? Where is he now?"

Seeing your persistence, Mr Wayne sighed helplessly, "Y/N, I will explain to you later. Alfred, send her away."

"Master Wayne..." Alfred's tone was sad.

What happened? Why is it like this? The less you know, the more you afraid Jason is in danger. If it is their family matter, you can't interfere. But now is related to Jason, your good friend may be in trouble. You can't just stand by and watch silently, you don't want to lose him, because he is too important.

You hold Mr Wayne's hand and tell him, "I will never go back before you tell me. I know it is your family matter, but he is my friend."

He gently massaged the sides of his nose, he couldn't do anything to you, he turned to you and said, "Come with me. Everyone else continue."

You heard clearly Mr Wayne asked to follow him. He went upstairs first. You quickly took the gift and followed him. He opened Jason's room and sat on his bed with his hands clenched. You put the gift on the table and pulled a chair to sit directly opposite him. This way you can see more clearly what kind of emotions he is and what he is showing.

Mr Wayne looked at your expression didn't know how to express it. "Ermm... I had a serious quarrel with him, and he ran away and hasn't come back yet. I went to his house to find but no one, and he didn't take his phone. I don't know where he went."

Didn't expect things to be so bad. No wonder Tim said he was very abnormal today. "Excuse me, did he hit you on your face?"

Mr Wayne nodded slightly but very calm. "I hurt him too badly. I accidentally said the words he didn't want to hear the most."

You put your hands on face and took a deep breath. "Really... Mr Wayne, tell me if there is anything I can help with. I want to help him."

His expression became solemn and serious. He clenched his fists and sighed deeply. "I hope you will pretend you don't know about this matter in front of him, and pretend that nothing to do with you. Don't sympathize with him, he hates it the most."

You listened carefully to every word he said and engraved it in your heart. "I promise you."

He saw that your eyes were so firm and warm, he prepared to speak. "He was kidnapped by a psychopath and imprisoned for more than a year. He suffered cruel humiliation and torture, which drove him crazy."

You covered your mouth and stood up from the chair after hearing these suffocating words. "Why him? Why was he kidnapped? Mr. Wayne, weren't you with him at the time? Has the psychopath been arrested now?"

He lowered his head, silently looked at the floor and sighed, he covered his face tightly, "When he got into trouble, I couldn't protect him from all the harm."

You stood in front of him, put your hand on his shoulder to comfort him, "This matter has nothing to do with you, you can't always handcuff yourself to the sin."

He shook his head, took his hand away from his face, and saw his exhausted face, "Indeed, this matter has something to do with me."

"Mr Wayne..." You didn't dare to ask too much, you were afraid that he would be more painful when recalled the past, and you didn't want to open his son's wounds.

Mr Wayne held your hands tightly, bowed to you and begged, "Please, if anything happens to him, don't let him go, don't let him suffer alone, I hope you can stay by his side and give him warmth when he is in the most pain."

You never intended to leave Jason alone from the beginning. Instead, you wanted to hang around and play with him all day. You held Mr. Wayne's shaking hand tightly. "Although I don't know how much I can help, I will stay with him and get through it slowly."

You felt tears dripping on your hand. It was Mr. Wayne. What should you do? Where is the tissue? Suddenly he said, "Thank you so much."

You shook your head and said tactfully, "Taking care of each other is the most important thing."

Mr. Wayne raised his head and smiled slightly, "How did Jason meet such a girl like you? What a lucky kid."

You were confused and didn't quite understand, "Hahaha, I almost got hit by him and then knew him."

Mr. Wayne sighed sadly, "Thank you for chatting with me for a while. I have sent someone to find him. Now all can do is wait."

Jason Pov

At night, I was drinking alone in a bar. I wanted to get drunk and forget what happened today, but couldn't forget it. I felt so bad and everything went wrong. Every moment I went home was happy and suffocating. That memory kept lingering in my mind. I wanted to kill that fucking psychopath, because he made me look like this.

I put some money on the bar and said, "Another drink."

There was a sound of door opening. I thought was another customer and ignored it. Until he walked up and stood next to me then took my money, I hammered the bar and glared at the bastard. It was Timbers, this little cleverness could find me, there was only one possibility, that is, my motorcycle was equipped with a tracker.

I laughed out loud in self-abandonment, "Let me guess. Bruce wants you to find me and go home to reunite with family, right?"

He sat next to me, took money from his wallet and put it on the bar, "I'll treat you."

I said with a mocking look, "You treat me? Why? You want to convince me? I advise you to stay away, don't force me to drive you away."

Two glasses of wine were served, Timbers took one and poured it into his mouth. The remaining glass was untouched, he pushed the glass in front of me and blurted out, "Drink this glass and go home, someone is waiting for you to go home."

I said with disdain, "It's just you guys. Disgusting."

He was just calm and composed, and then blurted out, "You could have chosen not to go home. You can kill innocent people outside and be the great Red Hood, but I really don't want to be your enemy."

I shook my head and sighed, "Oh, what a loving way to say it."

He just sighed and looked at my glass. "When you are drinking to relieve your sorrow, someone is waiting for you to come back."

I started to get impatient. "Timbers, I've said enough. I don't want to know who it is, and I didn't ask to wait for me."

He understood what I meant and stood up. Before leaving, he added, "Hey..it's a pity the princess can't wait for her prince to come home."

I pulled him in anger. "What the hell do you mean! What's with all that princess and prince shit?!"

"You know. Your princess." He pushed my hand away calmly and left the bar.

Princess? What the hell? I walked out of the bar and saw a black car parked outside. Timbers and Alfred were standing by the car waiting for me. I walked towards them. Alfred hugged me tightly. I fucking wanted to cry. Dickhead came out of the car and rushed over to hug me tightly. I couldn't even get rid of him. What kind of strength is that!

I pushed Dickhead, the clingy guy away. "You bastard!"

He grabbed my hand and looked expectant. "You're going home, right?"

Going home, back home with Y/N, seems pretty good. I threw him the key. "It's not convenient for me to drive a motorcycle after drinking. Alfred, I'm going home."

Timbers and Dickhead high-fived each other as the plan was going as they wished. I sat in the back seat by the window and closed my eyes, not knowing how she would treat me. Angry, but I'm just a friend to her, there's no need to be angry. Crying, there's no need to cry, I'm not a very important person. I dare not imagine and look forward to her beautiful moments, because I know very well that there is no such deep affection between her and me.

After returning home, I saw Bruce holding Kirin waiting for me. Seeing the scars from my beating and the words I yelled at him, I didn't have the face to face him. I heard the door close and someone ran out of my room in a hurry. It was her. Oh my fucking god, my heart melted when I saw her. How did she heal my heart like this?

She ran downstairs and rushed directly to me. She raised her hand and slapped me in the face, which frightened everyone present into silence. When I covered my slapped cheek looked at her again, tears from her eyes could not stop flowing. Damn, her face looks so beautiful even when she is crying. She scolded me, "Where have you been? You scared me, don't you know!"

I was startled, everyone else stepped aside. I scratched my head, "I'm sorry to worry you. I just went out for a few drinks."

She wiped her tears with her sleeve, "When Tim told me that you were not right, I was afraid something might have happened and you didn't tell me. Bruce told me you two had a fight and didn't you come back. I waited for a long time finally you came home."

She told me with tears streaming down her face. Seeing her cry, my heart couldn't bear it. I reached out and wiped the tears for her, "I'm really sorry. Because of something, I want to be alone and quiet."

She leaned in my arms with tears in her eyes, "Don't do this again, I will be with you anytime."

She threw herself into my arms and cried, holding me tightly with both hands as if she was afraid that I would disappear. I looked at the others at a loss, Timbers nodded to me with a slight smile. I couldn't help but smile, I had been looking forward to this feeling. It was such a warm and hopeful existence, I hugged her tightly "I'm back, princess."

Suddenly another person hugging both of us, I looked at Bruce with tears in the corners of his eyes. There were still traces of being beaten by me at the corners of his mouth, but he still greeted me warmly, he smiled warmly and said "Welcome home, Jason."

Timbers stepped forward and interrupted "Y/N. Don't you have something for him?"

I was stunned, then she walked away from my arms, "Ah! That's right!"

"Take it." Demon Brat appeared out of nowhere, holding a bag in his hand.

"Thank you! Damian!" She wiped her tears and took the bag from Demon Brat handed it to me.

I was stunned when I took it in my hand, "What is this?"

She looked at me expectantly, "Open it and take a look!"

Everyone gathered around to look, I started to get nervous. I took out a box of jewelry with a red bow on it. I looked at Y/N, and her smile returned. It seemed she was looking forward to it. I untied the bow and opened the box. Inside was a pair of black bracelets with my name engraved on them.

"For me?" I was looking forward to it.

She was excited and nervous "Yes! But..."

I stared at the bracelet "What's wrong?"

She pointed the words on bracelet nervously "I made that, it doesn't look good, please don't dislike it."

I noticed there were scratches on her fingers. She carved my name with her own hands. I was so happy. "How could I fucking hate it?!"

At this time, Alfred interrupted seriously, "Ahem, Master Todd, language."

"Yeah, you receive a gift from a girl, be careful with your language." Dickhead smiled.

"Hahaha, they are right." Bruce couldn't help laughing.

Timbers looked at me and smiled, "Put it on quickly."

Y/N Pov

You were very happy Jason came back safely. When he was in a bad mood, you were afraid something would happen to him and he would suddenly disappear. If anything happened, you definitely regret not caring more about his feelings. But now you are not worried anymore, he has returned home. It was really uncomfortable to feel this kind of worry and fear for the first time.

You watched him put the bracelet on his hand, and the uneasiness in your heart was gone. When you bought the bracelet, you hesitant whether he would like it, whether he would think it was old-fashioned, and whether he would be willing to accept this little gift. But after he put it on gently touched the part where his name was engraved, the expression on his face revealed a very happy smile.

He hugged me and smiled softly, "Thanks, I love it."

You grabbed his arm, "Hehe, as long as you like it."

"Hey, what about the other one? It also has the name of Babybird engraved on it." Dick suddenly mentioned.

"Doesn't she know this is a couple's bracelet? Both are engraved with Jason's name." Bruce pulled Tim and Dick aside to talk in private.

Tim shook his head and laughed softly, "She just wanted to give it to Jason."

Damian looked at Jason with a sympathetic face, "She is so naive."

You remembered this bracelet is sold as a pair of men and women, you bought it without thinking and just gave it to Jason, "Or... just keep the extra ones?"

Dick spoke with a look of holding back laughter but was interrupted, "Y/N, you..."

Jason took out another bracelet and put it on your hand, everyone including you was surprised. He took his hand back with a slightly blushing expression and a smile on his face. You looked at the bracelet then looked at him, you was infected by his smile and you laughed with him. He held your arm again looked at the bracelet on your hand for a long time, brewing what to say.

He confidently said, "This bracelet belongs to you."

Dick put his hand on Jason's shoulder said playfully, "Wow, so domineering."

"Why me?" You were confused.

Tim held your shoulder said gently, "Because it belongs to both of you. So the other one must be worn by you."

Mr. Wayne interrupted and said with a smile, "Y/N, Jason has his own intentions, you will know soon."

Damian on the side poked you, "Take it, or he will cry."

"Fuck you!" Jason got angry at Damian, and you stood in front of him.

You raised hand slightly and smiled, "Then I'll take it, and you can tell me what you mean after."

He laughed secretly, "Okay. I will definitely tell you."

"Ahem, since we are having a good time, do you want to eat together?" Alfred silently watched all of you from the side.

You excitedly ran to Alfred, staring at him with burning eyes "I'm hungry!"

He nodded and said "I understand. Don't let the lady go hungry."

Jason Pov

I watched her and Alfred walk to the kitchen, talking and laughing, leaving me here with the other four. I scratched my head still felt extremely guilty, for making her so worried that she cried like this. If I had been more docile and came back earlier, she might not have cried. I didn't expect she was waiting for me. To be honest, it was the first time I felt the warmth of home.

I looked at the bracelet she gave me. Although the words on it were clumsily engraved, the scratches on her fingers all represented her thoughts. She was a very simple and naive girl, maybe it was because of these she could realize my hope. She always expressed her feelings in her own way, and I was always attracted and motivated by her.

At this time, someone poked me, damn demon brat. What on earth does this guy want to do? I said impatiently, "What?"

Demon brat's tone was much calmer than usual. "While everyone was looking for you, I saw her crying in your room for a long time, and she kept muttering what if you didn't come home..."

I blamed myself and looked at his face with heartache, "Fuck..."

"To be honest, you two are from different worlds. We are all immersed in darkness, she is running under bright sunshine. Let me put it bluntly, you two are not suitable." Damian said to poke my weak spot.

"Damian, don't say that." Bruce wanted him to shut up, but I pushed him away stood in front of demon brat, because this was the first time I felt he was talking the right thing.

I looked at his front and nodded slightly, "You are right. It is true I am not worthy of her. She is very clean, I am covered with blood stains."

Dickhead was in a dilemma but still held my shoulder and said, "Jason, you are not dirty, and you didn't choose it voluntarily."

Timbers stood in front of demon brat as if he was afraid that I would hit him, "It's not your turn to criticize him, Damian, enough."

I looked at Bruce with a confident expression, "Are you happy that your little son finally said the right thing."

Bruce was shocked by what I said, "Huh? Damian is right?"

I showed an expression of inferiority that could not be concealed, "I admit I am not worthy of her, so I can't say that I love her. But..."

Timbers was surprised and a little worried about me, "But what?"

I laughed and exhaled, "But it doesn't mean I will let her go. I am Red Hood, and it is my duty to protect my lover."

Dickhead shouted excitedly, "How dare you call her lover?"

Demon brat beat me and said, "Then you'd better not make her cry again."

I pressed Demon brat's head and scratched his hair. "It's not your turn to teach me how to do things, damn kid."

Timbers and Dickhead asked at the same time, "Then why are you so angry in the morning?"

I fucking remembered the wet dream, but I couldn't say it when I died. Bruce stood in front of me and put his index finger in front of his lips. "Shhh...secret."

Chapter 16 End.

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jasonsknight3 · 1 day

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Hey, so it’s been a while. I’m back in school again and I will not be posting as much as I want to. I’m sorry, I do enjoy writing for you guys but I don’t have as much time as I thought I would. I can’t make promises but I will say I will try to give things to you guys to enjoy.

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i-yap · 3 days

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Jason todd x Reader- Depressive episode

thanks everyone for the compliments and encouraging words in my inbox....i really appreciate it.

The lights were dimmed, everything scattered and messy, just a small lamp on the otherside of the room and the curtains left open. Jason would have panicked..if not for the lump in the blacket and deep slow breathing from his side of the bed. His heart dropped as he realized.

Slowly approaching your side, his boots heavy as he approached you to make sure you were aware of his presence. Crouching down and pulling the blanket below your face he said softly "Hey sweetheart, I think you're on my side"

You wordlessly try to roll away to "your side" but he stops you. "I was kidding y/n, you know that baby"

"im sorry" you say quietly. Tears already forming in your eyes waiting to join the already present tear stains down your cheeks. "hey hey why are you apologizing? " Jason strokes your hair, noticing how tangled they've gotten. You must have been pulling at them.

"Cuz I smell, and you just came back from a mission and the house is a mess. A-and I'm a m-mess" you hiccup as the tears finally escape your eyes.

"None of that now y/n, you know I don't care about any of that stuff. I old care about you Let me help. "

"Nothing can help right now"

"Not even as bath? ill be in it too"

"i dont want to get up"

"Ill carry you "

You wordlessly nod before burrowing your face in the remanent smell of jason still lingering in his pillows while jason starts a bath, lights a few candles and a bath salt. Carrying you to the bathtub. je undresses while you feel something other than the suffocating sheets and your own misery. Settling himself behind you, he gently presses down on your shoulders. "Can you tell me what happened? or not if you don't want", His kind tone and affection was enough for the tear dam to break again. 'such big tears, cmon no y/n, why such big ones hm? you'll give the gotham rain a run for its money" you giggle out a chocked sob.

Jason understands, while his misery comes out in fits of anger yours was a silent killer. He understands , he understands well. And you know he is there, sitting silently behind you , holding you for as long as you need- for as long as he can.

(Im going through an absolutely horrible depressive episode. And its killing me. Writing this was tough on its own but its the first productive thing I've done in days. this was a small self indulgence. Its so funny- I'm a psychology student and I've dedicated my life helping those with mental health issues. After all the charity and the programs and shifts and the hospitals- who would've thought id be here, needing another version of me to come help me out of this. Ill get through it but I'm rlly grateful for all you who have been supporting me through this. Promise it wont last longer than a week. love ya)

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delusionsofgrandeur13 · 1 month

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you’re borrowing your boyfriend!jason todd’s…

hoodie

it’s big, it’s warm, and it smells like your big warm boyfriend. of course you stole it. luckily jason runs hot..or that’s what he tells you at least. the man gets cold too, but he’d never tell you that. not when you look so cozy in his sweatshirt.

sweats

your favorite thing of his to match with his hoodie. his sweatpants are super warm, super soft, and super baggy. meant for ultimate comfort. jason loves it when you go full out sweatsuit in his clothes. like, loves it. you’re like his own personal teddy bear to hold on to while he falls asleep. who needs sweats when he has you to keep him warm..in his.

t shirt

sometimes, when the weather’s warmer, you’ll steal one of jason’s shirts to thrown on over a pair of panties. you’re oblivious to the fact that this combination makes jason go absolutely buck wild. somehow you’ve never made the connection. but more than once he’s found you sprawled across the couch, watching tv, and ended up going down on you. his head nestled between your thighs as you grip his raven locks. his hands are fisted into the loose fabric of his shirt that you’re wearing. he’s not satisfied until your legs are shaking, your moans intermingling with the wet, borderline pornographic, sounds that he’s creating with his mouth on your clit. he never lets you get him back either, even though you know he was grinding his crotch against the couch, chasing that sweet friction and release along with you. but he always just sits you atop his lap after, kissing your cheek as he brushes your hair out of your face. grips your thigh as he makes a comment about the show playing, your panties long forgotten on the floor.

underwear

you never get very far wearing a pair of your boyfriend’s boxers. for one, they’re pretty loose on you, so you have to roll the waistband a couple times, which just gives jason a prime view of your ass. they also just make it so easy for him to get his hand down the front, his strong fingers expertly finding your clit like he’s memorized a map of your body. which, in some ways, he has. it’s not long before you’ve come, once, twice, almost a third time, and he’s pulling his own boxers off to free his stiff cock. it points out, the tip leaking, and you’re opening your legs wider without even realizing it. he grabs your waist, sliding you closer to the edge of the bed, making sure you’re ready before he slides in, burying himself in you. he bottoms out, and you’re throwing your head back, a third orgasm threatening to crest as he starts up a rhythm. the muscles of his stomach ripple as he thrusts in and out. one of his hands is on your waist, the other slowly snaking its way back down to your clit. your toes curl at the feel of his calloused thumb rubbing circles on that sensitive bundle of nerves. he’s groaning, low in his throat, at the way you look on his cock. it never gets old for him, ever. the way your cheeks flush, how adorable your blown out pupils are when you look up at him. your wet lashes, your messy hair. your entrance clenches around his cock as you come a third time, your hands gripping the bed sheets. jason comes along with you, groaning loudly as he paints your insides with white ropes of cum. he pulls out, wetting a washcloth in the bathroom. the wet, warm fabric feels like heaven against your sensitive folds, your boyfriend wiping away the mixture of fluids between your legs. you feel pleasantly boneless, sinking into the pillows at the head of the bed. your boyfriend cleans himself up after, settling into bed next to you. jason wraps his strong arms around you, and it’s better than any clothes you might steal. but what you don’t know, is that he’d let you steal his clothes anytime.

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hanasnx · 5 months

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MINORS DNI 18+

Riding on the back of JASON TODD’s motorcycle gets you incredibly hot. Everything from the way he put your helmet on and gave it a pat-pat to make sure it was nice and snug and safe; how he coached you to lean with him when he made turns; how you sat on a vibrating vehicle with your cheek nuzzling the cold leather of his bike jacket and your arms wrapped securely around his thick torso; and during stop-lights he’d reach behind him to rub your thigh, checking on you, making sure you’re okay. You wore the little black dress he likes, the one that rides up a bit high on your thigh, but he told you he wants people to stare at the hot piece of ass on the back of his bike. Now he’s parked the cycle, got his jacket unzipped and his helmet under his arm, running a hand through the hair he hasn’t cut in too long. All you can think about is giving him the most offensive head of his life. “What are those fuck-me eyes for, baby?”

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igotanidea · 9 hours

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Boss bitch and a princess: JT x reader

Summary: grumpy and sunshine trope with a little twist :)

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The sun shining though the windows were quite surprising, if not shocking, occurrence in Gotham. Most of the citizens were used to constant rain, fog and misery surrounding them from every corner of the place. Therefore, the sight of a nice weather, for once was about to make some people content and energetic, finally getting the motivation to do some work and move on in their lifes.

Y/n was not one of those people.

It seemed like everything she did, was thrive in the October like atmosphere. Not because of the charming cosy autumn mood, but because she was cold and ruthless. She didn't give a damn about sun, butterfly, girly dresses and all that feminine stuff. Which obviously didn't mean she was a tomboy. Things like clothes and makeup just didn't took much space in her mind, she was acing them effortlessly and efficiently.

Exactly.

Efficiency.

That was definitely one of her favourite words and most definitely her life motto. Deal with shit, break the obstacles and if you cannot go though the doors, go though a window.

A taskmaster, if you may. A corporate rat. Ambitious, ruthless and unapologetic.

She woke up alone in her bed, just like every morning, immediately starting her routine of a few yoga poses, five minutes of meditation, ten minutes of setting her priorities for the day and getting into the right mindset.

She made herself a healthy breakfast and took a taxi to work.

The second she entered the building, her assistant caught up with her reminding y/n of the daily schedule, meetings, briefings and points on the checklist.

Obviously at the end of the day everything and then some was done. Including reprimanding her subordinates about being lazy and uncompetent.

In a mood she went home.

Opening the door.

"Hi baby." a little hoarse voice came from the kitchen.

"Jason!" she cried out happily, immeditely throwing her bitch boss attitude out the window. "You're back!" in a blink of an eye she was in his arms, kissing all over his face, hugging him and turning into a little ball of fluff, knowing her boyfriend was back.

"Whoa! Easy tiger!" Jason laughed wrapping arms around her waist.

"I was so worried when you weren't here in the morning!" she did not calm down even a notch. "I was thinking that something happened and -"

"I'm almost sure you just went on with your high corporate day and attitude without giving me a second thought, didn't you?" he teased, boping her nose.

"Hey, that's-" she started, his words strking her chords

"True?" he cut her off raising an eyebrow.

"Not fair!"

"But still true?' he pressed further and the roll of her eyes alongside with a pout gave him all the answers he needed. "don't do that or it will stay. would be a shame to waste such a pretty face, princess." he put one finger over her chin and lifter it out so she was forced to look into his eyes.

"You know exactly why I'm blocking it..." she whispered, getting a little nostalgic "I can't--"

"I know, I know. You've said it a million times. Emotions in your line of work are a deathbed." Jason mocked a little, empasising the fact that his beloved girlfriend had a tendency to overreact sometimes.

"It's true! You know it;s true! If any on my employees knew--"

"That you are soft for a guy?"

"That I have feelings!"

"Oh no! Look at you, you;re human and not a robot! How will you live with that?"

"And that's coming from a walking dead." she muttered, crossing arms over her chest and stepping away. "I hate you…"

Not for long though, when he reached for her in a practised move and pressed his lips to her ear.

"No, you don't princess..." his lips ghosted over her temple

"Yes I do...?"

"Really? Do you?" he moved to kiss her neck, softly, but teasingly "Cause the way you shivering right now make me think otherwise."

"Jason--"

"I know, I know... you love me so much my little grumpy." the grip on her waist tightened and he pulled her closer. "You've been lonely and that's the reason for the sourpuss mood, isn't it? Let me make it up to you..." another argument making her melt took a form of running hands all over her back, from the shoulders and down to the rear.

"You know what I like..." she responded with a hint of mischief in her voice.

"that I do..." he scooped her in his arms and carried her to the couch.

***

Half an hour later Y/N was splayed on the couch with the face mask on, hair freshly washed by Jason himself and her legs on his lap, having full control of the remote. In her own belief, this was the greatest torture she could impose on her boyfriend.

Little did she know, that is was his greatest pleasure.

Pampering her in all the million little ways. Using the most mundane, tiniest example of self-care (or rather boyfriend's care) as a way to spend time with her and have multiple excuses to touch and feel her close. Not that he needed excuses, but getting her to agree to this softness was not always easy, given her charcter.

Even that had to be somewhat productive.

But once she did agree?

Hours.

She would be glued to the spot for hours, letting him please her, comb her hair, apply skin care products on her face and body.

Finally sheding her work attitude.

Becoming his princess once more, cause with him - her deeply hidden, secretive sensitive part was safe.

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #red hood x y/n #red hood x you #jason todd fluff #red hood fluff

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