Scratch that, I'll make it to Summerween.
I will make it to October I will make it to October I will make it to October I willâ
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Young Justice S3 EP5
Ahh Dick is actually so fucking adorable and cute. I want him so bad.
I loved how Artemis called out Dick for not being responsible for Halo Girl and Brion when he literally was in charge of the mission.
Guys let me just say that Kid Flash has grown finer than ever. He was already fine before but now he's even more fine and it's making me drool đ€€.
Just Dick and Artemis.
I loved how Artemis closed Halo Girl's eyes but she pulled her hand off. She wants to see how big he is and I don't blame her.
The panic he got when Halo Girl went towards him đ. I want them to get together so bad.
Also Idk who this guy is who threw his coat at Brion but I love how casual and nonchalant he is.
Nostalgia đ
I miss the OG team.
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i want a gentle jason
Jason who kisses his way up your body when you're coming down from your high. He whispers a hushed 'you okay ma?' in your ear because he cares
Jason who cleans you up with a soft towel against your delicate skin with eyes burning with just how much he loves you
Jason who will shower with you if you're up for it, constantly kissing your neck, your shoulders, anywhere his bitten lips could reach as his hands lovingly spread suds around your body
Jason who brings you a warmed and fluffy towel and wraps you up in it, making you look like the most adorable burrito he's ever seen
Jason who rubs you down with expensive oils, creams and butters, making sure your skin stays soft for the next time he's itching to devour you
Jason who helps you back into your (his) comfy clothes, while whispering all of the million and one reasons he'll love you forever
Jason who massages your hips, back and thighs, while also smoothing his lips over his previous bites he left on your heated skin and maybe leaving some more
Jason who rubs firm and gentle circles into your lower tummy, the place where he felt his length protruding from mere minutes ago, to soothe the ache he must have left
Jason who kisses you to sleep with his limbs wound tightly around you, mentally praying for your touch to never leave him
Jason who leaves your sleeping body only to make you breakfast the next morning: french toast with fluffy pancakes with syrups and jams of your choice
Jason who battles with his own mind about his self worth and weather or not you should be with someone better. But he would rather (literally) die than have you thinking the same. You're perfect. End of story.
Jason who would burn the whole world down if misfortune ever dared to reveal itself to you. Nothing will ever hurt you. Nothing will ever stop him from looking down and seeing those bright, sparkling eyes and sheepish smile. He swears on his next grave.
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I was drinking before I started reading this and now I'm ugly crying. This story is beautiful and it's everything I wanted with Jason. Thank you author.
Who Needs Heaven? : The Drop-In
jason todd x fem!reader
aka jason meets his daughters
warnings: itâs not specific if the kids are bio or adopted â this probably doesnât make sense on multiple fronts but i DONâT CARE
see for: the vibes
His body jolts like heâs snapping out of sleep. The first thing he processes is loud conversations echoing, the sound of young girls talking over each other. He surveys over a book in his hands that heâs never heard of, though itâs opened more than halfway through and considerably worn. He drops the book to the side, coming to a stand and scanning over the environment.Â
He looks around the adorned living room, taking in details rapidly. He doesnât recognize the house heâs in but he can tell itâs somewhere he definitely does not belong. The room is filled with books on shelves and picture frames are littered in every free spot in between. The lights are warm and the furniture is colorful with pillows and blankets strewn all over. Itâs a stark contrast to the refined stoic Manor heâs so used to; thereâs a distinct feeling of homeliness and warmth that seeps through the walls.
He creeps into the front entryway to the house as quietly as he can, peering up the staircase to the landing above for any signs of familiarity or danger. From his right, a girl comes darting into the space, running face first into Jason. He immediately reaches out to steady her but she shows no sign of disruption. She makes a point of holding the wrapped popsicle in her hand away, keeping it safe. She blinks up at him before taking off past him, calling out, âSorry, dad!â
Dad?
âAnna, I swear to Godââ Another girl of similar age runs past, paying him no mind.
He gapes after her, thoroughly confused. Where the hell is he?
âDaddy?â He turns around and looks down to a younger girl who looks about six at most. She stares up at him with wide eyes and freckled cheeks. âAre you okay?â Â
He canât think.
This isnâtâŠthis canât be real. It canât be. This is a dream. He got knocked out. Heâs hallucinating. Heâs dying.
He tries to keep his breath steady as this little girl peers up at him with curious eyes. âDaddy?â
He opens his mouth, struggling to find words, let alone get them out. âWhereâŠwhereâs your mom?â He can barely make out his own voice.
âSheâs in your room,â she tells him, looking up the stairs.Â
He treds up the stairs slowly, the chatter downstairs barely getting any quieter. The second floor seems deserted in terms of the presence of children. If, if this were real (or more likely, a dream) youâll be here somewhere. Thereâs no scenario where heâd ever imagine a life in a big house with a big family without youâsubconsciously or otherwise.Â
Several doors line the wide hallway, most of them open. He peers in the room closest to the top of the staircase, finding a heartily decorated bedroom with two twin beds. Polaroids and movie posters litter the walls and clothes are strewn across on top of the bed covers and in a few small piles on the floor. An orange lava lamp illuminates the room from a desk, shining off the glossy cover of magazines. Above, sports medals dangle off the wall against a white board, a scribbled on game of hangman midway through. A full-length mirror covered in stickers along the edges reflects a bookshelf across the room, dozens of books stuffed on each shelf. He blinks vacantly, pulling back from the doorway and continuing on.
He continues on down the right side of the hallway, passing up a bathroom and a closet before peering into the next room. It also has two beds, but itâs filled with remnants of young children. A small table with a tea set laid out on top sits in the middle of the room with various princess dresses draped across the short chairs. Pink bed sheets and butterfly-filled curtains joined by toy cars lined against the wall and strings of pink starry lights hanging from the ceiling. Both beds have stuffed animals arranged in thoughtful piles. It takes Jason a moment to notice the tattered, worn elephant with the green polka dot tie on the bed with the Cinderella comforter. Pickles. It was his when he was a kid. Itâs placed delicately at the top of the pile, like heâs the king of the crop. A grand dollhouse sticks out against one of the walls, the dolls all lying asleep in their makeshift beds. Fluffy bubblegum and fuschia rugs scatter the floor just enough that you could jump across the room without ever touching the hardwood.
He turns to the last room, a door directly across thatâs just cracked open. He can hear light music coming from inside and the almost inaudible shuffle of movement. He pushes the door open cautiously and takes in the sight of a woman, back to the door, folding laundry on the bed. He doesnât even need to see your whole figure to know that itâs you.
âSweetheart?â He sounds like heâs out of breath.Â
âYeah?â You turn around with your same kind eyes and gentle disposition. You look older, not much older but your face is more mature. You even hold yourself a little differently. You quickly notice the way he scans you with a look of bewilderment on his face and jump into concern. âWhatâs wrong?â You drop the shirt that youâre folding on the bed, approaching him with soft steps. Everything feels fuzzy.
âThisâthis isâŠâ His voice seems far away, this body feels further. âThis isnât realâŠâ
âWhat? Jay, what are you talking about?â Youâre so genuinely concerned about him it makes his heart hurt and does nothing to help clear his head.
His breathing starts to stutter and his eyes canât pick something to focus on. Everything is telling him that this is a false sense of security, heâs not safe, youâre not safe, everythingâs wrongâ
âWoah, hey, hey. Itâs okay.â You take his face in your hands the way you know tends to ground him. âCatch me up.â
He tries to focus on the sliding clasp of the necklace around your neck. âIâŠI think this isâŠâ He doesnât want to say it. He doesnât want to get his hopes up only to wake up in a few seconds and find that it was all pretend. Instead, heâll settle for, â...This hasnât happenedâŠâ
You frown at that, tilting your head. âWhat do you mean?â
He breathes out heavy, âI think Iâm dreaming.âÂ
âWhat are you dreaming of?â You walk along this train of thought with him, though he has no idea why you would entertain it. This really must be pretend.
âThe futureâŠthis isâŠis this the future?â Heâs whispering, heâs not even sure if heâs asking you or himself or maybe even God.Â
Youâre quiet for a minute before you speak again. âOh,â you say contemplatively, not nearly as alarmed as you should be. You should probably be calling him crazy, right? âThis isâyou told me about this. Yeah, it had something to do with that clock guyââ
He blinks a few times, âThe Clock King?â That does soundâŠfamiliar. Was heâhe was with Bruce wasnât he? Or maybe Dick. Both?
You nod, âYeah, yeah. You said you âtime traveledâ for a minute...but that was in, likeâŠâ
He fills in the blank with the year as he remembers it and your eyes go wide. âWell, this would be a bit of a surprise then.â
âWe have kids?â
You laugh, brushing his hair back gently, âYes. Yes, we definitely do. Five girls.â
âFive?â He breathes.
âYeah. Wasnât the plan butâŠâ you shrug easily, âHere we are.âÂ
He barely stops his next question from coming out of his mouth and replaces it. âIs this something I should be hearing?â
âWhat?â You tilt your head for a second before realization flashes across your face. âOh, you donât end up remembering any of this.â You shrug, mouth scrunched up to the side, âSo why not?â
He does really want to hear about them. âPlease.â He whispers faintly.Â
You nod reposefully, âOkay, wellâŠâ you pause, eyes on the ceiling. âOh, wait.â You dart over to the bookshelf against the wall and pull a book from the second shelf from the top, a large pink photo album.
You shuffle back, guiding him to the bed and sitting thigh to thigh with him and placing the album on your laps. You flip it open to the first page, which displays an array of photos of who must be his daughter.
âThis is MiaâMiriamâsheâs the oldest. Sheâs thirteen now, sheâs very smart and a sort of a perfectionist. Really a perfectionist.â A couple of her baby pictures were taken in your apartment and it makes his heart absolutely melt to see you as he left you, holding a babyâhis babyâwith a glowing smile on your face. Thereâs another photo of her, kindergarten aged, dressed up as Spoiler for halloween. One shows her on a bike with shimmery handlebar streams, Jason holding her steady as she learns. Heâs wearing the brightest smile heâs ever seen on his own face.
âThen thereâs the twins,â you continue, flipping to the next page. You laugh when his breath hitches at that. âI know. Itâs not as scary as it sounds. Well, not now that theyâre older. Ryan and Anna.â You point to them as you say their names, and he recognizes them quickly as the two girls that had run past the stairs. The twins look identical, the only discernible difference found in that Ryan is grinning in every picture with a glint in her eyes and Anna nearly always has a stoic look on her face.Â
âRyan is her fatherâs daughter. She thinks sheâs very clever and even more funny, and she is but donât tell her that, it goes straight to her head.â
Thereâs a picture that has to be a couple of years old by now of the two of them dressed in what looks like brand new soccer gear. Another depicts one of them chasing Tim with a firework sparkler at dusk. He sees one of Ryan covered in dirt and tiny cuts, smiling big, helmet crooked on her head.
âAnnaâs a happy kid, she is. Donât let her attitude trick youâshe just likes to keep her feelings to herself.â Annaâs pictures remind him of Damian in some ways. The very intentional lack of a smile but the happiness still seeps through anyways. One of her pictures has her cuddling with two rottweiler puppies in classic Damian style. Another one shows her a bit older, on Jasonâs shoulders, surveying the land. Â
You turn to the next page, âAnd Laine, uh, Elaine,â you smile, âSheâs a bit eccentric. She lives in her own world but sheâll bring you into it with her. She likes magic and glitter and offbeat things.â Laineâs pictures leave a particular warmth in his heart. She has the absolute widest smile and the brightest eyes heâs ever seen. One photo shows her having a picnic with several stuffed animals, another has her drawing a rainbow with sidewalk chalk. One picture towards the bottom of the page grabs his eye, one of Laine happily braiding Cassâ short hair at what appears to be the Manor.
âAnd then the little one is AuroraâRory,â You turn to a page full of pictures of the wide-eyed girl, who has the sweetest baby face. He can tell from the pictures alone that she has your personality. You point to a picture of her giggling with bubbles all in her hair as you explain, âSheâs still small but she has a big heart and a very sensitive soul already.â Jasonâs practically staring a hole in the picture of Rory as a newborn in the hospital, held delicately by Bruce.
You play with the hair at the nape of his neck as he processes quietly, letting him take his time.
âTheyâre happy?â He asks in a whisper.
âWeâre happy.â You say affirmingly. He looks you in the eyes and you see a specific vulnerability in his that you havenât seen in a long time. âYou are a good dad, Jay.â
Heâs still surprised that you can read him like a book, even though at this point youâd have been together for at least fifteen-some years. His eyes burn and heâs not sure he can keep it together. But you dig the knife in all the same, âThey love you. A lot. We couldnât live without you.â
You flip through until you find a page later in the book, plopping it back open fully. The first picture he takes note of shows him outside with picked flowers scattered in his hair wherever theyâll stay put, Laine and Rory trying to straighten them out. Another is of Anna hesitantly feeding a horse an apple, Jason crouched next to her, reassuring her. On the other page, Rory is mid-air being thrown into an absolutely massive leaf pile, glee adorning her face. He turns the page to find one of the girls with a red hoodie pulled over her head and a makeshift mask made from a red plastic plate with holes cut out for the eyes. One has Mia resting against his back, passed out, as he helps Ryan tie off a friendship bracelet on her wrist.
This isnâtâhe doesnât deserve this. This canât be true, this is more than a happy ending and heâd never even expected you to love him this long, let alone give him the world and then some. He stares at the page for a while, trying to burn every detail into his head.Â
You tear your gaze away from his face to glance at the clock on the side table, muttering, âOh shit. Hang on.â
His eyes follow you as you stand from the bed and walk across the room to the door, cracking it open a few inches before shouting out, âBed!â
Thereâs a brief delay before a clamor starts towards them, all five girls thumping up the stairs. Â
You turn back to him, heedfully, âYou can stay in here if you want. Theyâre a littleâŠa lot.â You say tentatively. Well, if thereâs anything heâs accustomed to itâs big families with bigger personalities.
Jason lingers behind you as you enter the hallway, looking like a little kid in an unfamiliar place. Whatever conversations were going on downstairs have simply moved location, no urgency present whatsoever to continue on with the progression of the night. Youâre trying to verbally corral them towards their respective bedrooms, but itâs a tough job with two clear headed parents on a good day.
He stands frozen in the midst of the clutter of them as they rattle off to you and to each other. Heâs scared to say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing. He doesnât want to upset or alarm them. But because he is their father, they donât need him to do anything strange to realize that heâs being strange.
Ryan squints up at him, âWhatâs wrong with you?â
The question grabs Laineâs attention and she looks to you with wide eyes, âWhatâs wrong with Dad?â
You shake your head, âNothingâsââ
âHeâs not having a stroke already, is he?â Anna faints, no alarm in her words. Mia thumps the back of her head for that with no returning acknowledgement given by Anna.
Ryan is looking at him like sheâs sizing him up. Something you did not get a chance to tell him about Ryan is that she can smell blood in the water like a shark. So itâs not surprising to you that she picks up on Jasonâs disoriented state.
âFather?â She calls out sweetly.
You sigh, âRyanââ
âNo, itâs okay. I want to ask dad specifically.â She turns him away from you with a smile. She doesnât know whatâs going on and she doesnât need to. Sheâs an opportunist like that. âCould I have the last popsicle?â
Anna cuts in harshly, âYou better nââ
âHey Annie, few notes for ya,â Ryan says with widened eyes and a pointed finger, âOne, you shouldnât interrupt your father, itâs disrespectful,â Annaâs face contorts at that, and sheâs about to bite back but sheâs cut off quickly by Ryanâs dedication to dishing out her hypocritical sermon. âTwo, you shouldnât interrupt me because itâs potentially the single greatest sin youâll everââ
Alright, you gave her a chance to turn it around, sheâs done now. âNo, youâre all going to bed now and if youâre lucky that popsicle is still there when you get home from school tomorrow.â You tell Ryan with a pointed look. She gives you a half-hearted glare, absolutely nothing compared to her real one.Â
âMom, you saidââ Mia throws her hands up as she recounts a promise that you may or may not have given her, itâs anyoneâs guess.Â
Then Anna starts up, âThatâs not fair, I calledââ
Rory pipes up from behind you. âWeâre supposed to read our story first.â
You inhale sharply, turning to face her, âOhââ you crouch down to her level, holding her waist. âHow about I read it tonight, Rory?â
She frowns, âDaddy always reads it.â
Ryan taps on Jasonâs shoulder, pulling him closer. âDad, listen,â she says lowly, like sheâs trying to get him in on the deal of the century. âAnna doesnât deserve it, sheâs rooting for you to stroke outââ
You frown at Rory with repentance, âI know sweetheart, butââ
Laine looks quite contemplative as she announces, âItâs unholy to break tradition.â
You scrunch up your face and swivel your head to her, âWhat?â
This declaration does enough to break Ryan away from her scheme. She turns to her and says flatly, âYou havenât said anything that makes sense in like two weeks.âÂ
Jasonâs mind is going a mile a minute, trying to process the fifteen things that are going on all at once and take in the fact that these are his children. His daughters and theyâre so loud and opinionated and bold and he loves it. He thinks this is the closest heâll ever get to heaven. Hell, heâd take this over heaven a million times over.
âMom. Mom!â Mia urges, âCan you help me?â
Your head stutters between your daughters, âIâyeah. Rory, justââ
âI can do it.â He says quietly.
âYeah?â You look up at him, hopefully, genuinely delighted that he wants to jump into this mess without the twelve years of prep that youâre dependent on.Â
âYeah.â He nods, determined and you and Rory smile up at him. Mia all but yanks you up from the floor, pulling you to her room and you can just barely make out Ryanâs hushed murmur of, âIâm getting the popsicleâŠâ
Rory takes Jasonâs hand, drowning her own in his. She leads him to the pink bedroom with all the toys, and climbs onto the unicorn bed, shoving all but a few of the stuffed animals onto the floor. Elaine follows close behind and does the same with her own bed, though the only one she keeps is Pickles.
He stands next to the bed a bit awkwardly as she pulls a book off the table next to her, the length of the book easily taking up half her arms. It takes her looking up at him expectantly for him to get the hint, shuffling to squeeze in next to her on the small bed.Â
She hands him the book and he regards it with a smile. Little Women. He pauses as he starts to open it, âWhere, umâŠwhere did we leave off?â
She looks at him funny, smiling like heâs messing with her. She flips the book open a little more than halfway through and stops on chapter fifteen. She presses her pointer finger down to the start of the chapter with a thump. âRight here.â
Jason takes a steadying breath and begins reading in the same soft voice he reads to you in, and it seems to appease both girls. Heâs not processing what heâs saying as he sits there with his littlest daughter tucked into his side and hanging on to every last word. He can feel her breathing in and out softly and it all feels so surreal now.Â
ââI don't think you'll blame me, for I only sold what was my own." As she spoke, Jo took off her bonnet, and a general outcry arose, for all her abundant hair was cut short.â Rory giggles as Laine gasps, and Jason can feel the rhythm of his heart fluttering in a new way.Â
He reads to the end of the chapter and returns the book to its place on the side table, and reluctantly pulls away from Rory, standing up again. He tucks her nicely, if not inexperienced, into the sheets and kisses her forehead. She immediately holds out her toy bear, silently requesting the same treatment for him. Jason kisses the bear too, happily. He does the same for Laine, taking particular note of the way she hugs Pickles to her chest tightly.Â
He starts towards the door, but is quickly put to a halt. âWait,â Laine calls out. He turns back to her wide-eyed, terrified he did something wrong. âThe lights,â she says, looking up to the ceiling at the dangling stars. Oh, right. She watches him skeptically as he innocently looks around for the switch, and Rory tilts her head at him, not sure what heâs playing at.Â
âItâs right there,â Rory points with a mildly sullen look to where the mechanism dangles near the outlet. Jason quickly flicks the lights on, the soft orange-pink glow of stars illuminating against the walls. Roryâs pleased enough and adjusts to get more comfortable in her bed.Â
Laine however, hisses out a, âHey,â gesturing him towards her. He sidesteps the tea table and comes around to her side of the room, kneeling down by her bed attentively. She glances over at Rory before asking in a hushed voice, âAre you an alien?âÂ
That, he wasnât expecting. â...What?âÂ
She shakes her head reassuringly, âItâs okay, I wonât tell. But umâŠI would like my dad back eventually please. If thatâs okay.â Â
His breath stutters and he forces out an, âOâokay.â
She holds out her pinky and it takes him a second to register what sheâs asking. He wordlessly pinky promises her and she smiles big, pleased with the agreement.
He stands again, feeling light headed as he heads for the door.Â
âGoodnight, Daddy,â Rory murmurs against the pillow, watching him leave.
His gaze flickers back and forth from them to make sure they like having the door closed, Rory watches him bemusedly and Laine nods at him slyly with a twinkle in her eyes. âGoodnight, Dad.â
âGoodnight,â He exhales, not as loud as he meant to. He clicks the door shut softly and thereâs a warmth in his chest that he could get addicted to.
He wanders down the hall towards the sound of your voice, passing Anna and Ryan climbing under their covers and murmuring something to each other, half eaten popsicle in the ladders hand. He passes the staircase, peering his head into the next room over. His eyes immediately land on you and Mia stood in front of an armoire, shuffling through clothes having an exchange of considerative words.
Miaâs room is very neat and put together, everything is placed with much more intention than in the other girls rooms. Her room has more mellow colors too, largely white with soft shades of pastels throughout. Thereâs a desk with organized notebooks and multiple vases of flowers, with bundles of yarn placed nicely in a basket in the corner. A tall bookshelf is filled with fifty-some books with a violin case leaning up against it. Nail polishes rest beside a jewelry box on the side table next to her bed. She also has picture frames across the walls, some containing photos of flora, others of the family, and a few of what appears to be her own sketches.
ââworried itâs too showy, you know?â
You hum, âI donât think so, I mean, not for picture day.âÂ
Mia turns to Jason, shirt held up against her body. âWhat do you think?â
He takes a second to bounce back from the surprise of being asked the question, âI, uhâŠI like it.â
You smile at him as Mia faces you again, âOkay, so this with that flowy lilac skirt?â
âThe lilacâŠyeah, that would be cute.â
She nods pleased, draping the shirt over the back of the armchair in the corner.
You and Jason head out of the room, closing the door on your way out so she can change into her pajamas.Â
âGoodnight!â she calls out through the crack in the door. You and Jason return it in sync, clicking the door closed. You hold his hand as you walk past the twins' open door, giving them the same sentiment with Jasonâs own following quickly after. They call it out back, louder than necessary, and you close your bedroom door behind the two of you.
You rest against the door and he leans his head back against the wall next to you, glancing over at you. âI wonât remember any of this?â He seems dejected at the idea, not happy to have been handed the world and then having it swiped from his memory immediately after.
You consider it for a second, shaking your head, âI donât think so.â
Heâs quiet for a bit, thinking. âDo you have a marker?â
âA marker?â You look around casually, âUh, yeah.â You unclip a sharpie from the mini calendar pinned against the wall, tossing it to him. You watch curiously as he holds his forearm out in front of him, popping the lid off with his mouth.
The light in the room starts to dim dramatically until his vision is completely dark. The pull of gravity on his body feels wrong and a pang of fire shoots against the side of his head.  Â
âHood.â He hears in the darkness, âHood.â The commanding voice startles him awake once again. âAre you alright?âÂ
He blinks up at Batman blearily, feeling like heâs just gotten hit over the head with a chair. âWhatâŠwhatââ
âThe Clock King. He threw some sort of device at you. It knocked you out for a few minutes. Are you alright?â
He feels dizzy. âUhâŠyeah.â
He cranes his head to glance over at where the Clock King is hunched over on the ground, handcuffed, inspecting the cartridge of his device closely. âDamn it, I knew it wasnât right. Meant to knock him into the past.â He tells Nightwing like itâs some common mistake they can bond over.Â
Nightwing moues at him âI donât care?â
Knock him into theâdid he go to the future? He canât get his thoughts in order, let alone summon memories from the future. Frankly, it doesnât matter that much to him right nowâheâs sore and wants to just fall asleep next to you.Â
He sits up slowly, grimacing as the pain in his head sharpens for a moment. Batman clasps his hand on his shoulder, holding him steady. âCan you stand?â
Hood grunts and pushes himself up, anchoring his weight against the ground. âFuck. Iâm going home.â
Batman says nothing to protest, instead joining Nightwing and pulling The Clock King up from the ground. Jason stumbles away towards his bike, thankful that heâs only a couple miles away from your apartment. Jesus, the future? Youâre not going to believe that shit.
He climbs onto the bike with a groan, pushing up his sleeves as he prepares to start the bike. He doesnât notice it until he revs it, but when he looks down at his left arm, he sees scribbled on his arm in sharpie:
WEâRE HAPPY
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Your Demons Know Mine (Part Two)
Jason Todd x fem!reader
Part One - Mentions of violence and some of Jason's trauma
âWe got the files you needed, I donât understand what the problem is ââ
You were cut off by a stern voice. Youâd never heard Batman so livid, and it was a cold sort of anger that you werenât used to. It made you and Red fall silent.
âHow many times am I going to have to discuss your antics with you Hood?â
Nightwing, who you assumed was the one to contact Batman, stood before you now alongside Red Robin, the pair of them quietly watching this argument unfold.Â
You wanted to cast a glance over at Red. The anger was practically radiating off of his suit. âAlmost beating a man half to death? Again?â
âYou werenât there! The prick had it coming!â Jason snapped back, his voice full of emotion now that his helmet was off and all he had was that domino mask.Â
Batman merely scoffed at Jason in response. âThatâs no excuse! You were all given one clear rule-â
âWe fight crime, shits gonna get ugly sometimes! Yet you act like youâve never hit someone that hard before!â Jason took a step closer to Batman as he yelled.
I've never seen you hit Joker that hard, and you hate him.
The words Jason uttered to Bruce so long ago simmered in the back of his mind. Back when he was bloody and bruised at the hands of his own âfather.â
Batman stood, rigid and full of rage before his demeanour suddenly seemed to change. His body language telling you his attention had turned to you.Â
â[Vigilante name].â
You wanted to grimace.Â
âHow did you gain access to that room so quickly? How did you know the pin?â Â
Soon enough, everyoneâs eyes settled onto you.Â
Oh hell no. The last thing you expected after this shitty night was to be at the centre of the conflict. You did not think Batman and his little soldiers would end up interrogating you.Â
You kept your arms crossed against your body, your glare meeting everyones before falling back onto Batman.Â
âWhat?â
âThe. Pin. How did you attain it?â
You fought the urge to fiddle with the knuckle duster that still sat on your hand. Fought the urge to shift your feet on the ground. You felt Red turn to look at you too.Â
You nonchalantly shrugged. âI donât just work for you. I have my own cases too, and Iâve been investigating here and there.âÂ
Nightwing and Red Robinâs line of sight switched from you back to the Dark Knight, but both he and Hood seemed unconvinced.Â
Tension settled over the room like a weighted blanket. Still, you held your stance. Held eye contact even though all you were staring back at was a bat-like cowl with white casing over the eyes.Â
âYou work for them, donât you?âÂ
Batmanâs words sounded more like a statement rather than a question, and it made your skin crawl. How long did you really think you could hide your identity from the Bat? Nevertheless, the breach of privacy made anger ring like alarm bells in your head. Especially given one of the rules Batman laid upon you when he first met you; never try to discover anyoneâs secret identity. Ironic.
âWhat do you mean? Why would I bring back these files if I were working for the bad guys?â You spat back, clearly becoming defensive.Â
Batman responded coolly, âI never said you were working for the âbad guys.â
You swallowed hard, and it no doubt went unnoticed by the two stupid detectives standing before you. Your glare snapped over to Red Robin, but he seemed a little sympathetic. Like he was pitying you for what was about to go down.Â
âThe use of potassium? Your tendency to use chemicals instead of weapons when on patrol? There have been signs for a while.â
Now, you shifted on your feet. Whether it was because you were slowly becoming nervous or weary, you couldnât tell. The only thought that brought you peace of mind was the fact that it seemed they still didnât know your identity. Just where you worked.Â
You supposed you could live with that.Â
Batman continued, assuming he was indeed right.
âIf thatâs the case, our best bet is to have you work undercover.â
Your brows knitted together. âWhat do you mean?â You said once again.Â
âWeâll try and gain access to the security cameras. Give you advanced contact lensâ so we can see what you see when you go into work.âÂ
Your guard dropped and instantly you were glowering at him. âCome again?â
This time, Nightwing responded. âIt would help with the case [vigilante name].â He reasoned oh so diplomatically. âWe could get inside intel and more.âÂ
âWe canât let this get any worse.â Batman interjected, adding onto what Nightwing said.Â
Your mouth was agape as you stared at them both. âSo you want me to willingly give away my identity?â You asked, astounded.Â
Jasonâs gaze hung onto you, taking in the betrayal that made its way into your expression.Â
âNo one would use it against you.â Nightwing said calmly.Â
âNo, but you would all go along with your day feeling safe behind your masks and I would be exposed. Thatâs not fair.â
âThis is for the safety of others.â Batmanâs voice grew stern again. âItâs not about you.â
You scoffed before stepping back, and it almost sounded like a bitter laugh.Â
You couldnât believe it. But a part of you also wasnât so surprised either. Of course they didnât trust you enough to allow you to keep your secret identity, just as they were keeping theirs. Of course they were acting like there would be no other way to crack this case and bring these people down. You would apparently have to reveal who you really were so that they could discover what your company was planning. And now all four bats were watching and waiting for you to remove your mask. You shook your head, heavy with disappointment. Â
All you wanted was to be defended, to have someone have your back just once â
âYou canât ask her to do that.â
Your head immediately snapped to look over at Red. He was standing tall, his body language sure as he spoke those seven words to Batman and Nightwing.Â
âHood, stay out of ââ
âNo. Thatâs bullshit. We can do this without her removing the mask. Weâve done it a million times before.â
Those standing before them looked befuddled, and Red knew Bruce was probably swimming in rage at the fact that he was shitting all over his plan, but Jason didnât care. In fact, the thought of it kinda made Jason happy.Â
Red Hood turned to face you, dark hair falling above his eyes and demons apparently rid from his mind. He was his old self again. His usual self, but then again not so much. He was beingâŠsweet?Â
âYou go to work, snoop around. Find out what you can and report back to us.âÂ
You gave a curt nod in return, grateful to have him sticking up for you.Â
You quickly ignored that warmth that was beginning to spread through your chest and turned your gaze back onto the Bat.Â
âSo?â You asked, eager to see if Batman would agree with Redâs proposition.Â
Bruce wasnât happy, but he let it go. âFine, get as much information as you can. Weâll discuss your encounter with that guard later.â He said to Red before leaving the cave.Â
And you did the same.Â
Jason watched as you instantly turned on your heel and headed towards your motorbike. Instinct told him to reach out to you. Ask you to wait a second. But he let you go.Â
It was late. Later than you usually stayed out on patrol. But you were high on agitation and adrenaline, and you wanted to get it out of your system. The cold Gotham breeze brushed through your hair and against your skin, carrying the scent of rain. You sat atop one of the tallest buildings in Gotham, tilting your head back to look up at the cloud riddled sky. Maybe youâd be forced to go back to your apartment by the rain. You let out another annoyed sigh, flipping your dagger around in your hand before launching to your feet.Â
Youâd heard the footsteps from a mile away, and now they were close enough for you to confront them. The odds of it being a criminal or thug was low. You were expecting one of the men from the lab, maybe, but you were also expecting to see Nightiwng come and play devilâs advocate with you.Â
Instead, you were met with another one of those bright, red helmets.Â
âSomeoneâs a little tense.â He quipped as he still his movements so you realised he wasnât a threat. He didnât come to fight this time.Â
You lowered the hand that held your dagger before easily slipping it back into its sheath.Â
âYou have a shelf full of those helmets?â You asked, nodding towards it.Â
You couldn't see it, but he was smiling. âYeah, I got Batman to make about a dozen of them. Him being rich and all.âÂ
Red walked across the rooftop, mirroring your movements as you began to slowly circle him.Â
âI wouldnât know how rich he is, I donât go around trying to discover everyoneâs identity.â Bitterness laced your tone, but Jason could understand why.Â
âThatâs just Bru- Batman.â He cleared his throat. âHeâs paranoia and distrust incarnate.â
âTell me about it.â You muttered, your eyes gazing back out to the skyline and city lights.Â
Something turned in your stomach, fluttered in your chest. âThanks for standing up for me. I really didnât want to blur the lines between my patrol life and work life.â
Red nodded, âYeahâŠitâs fine. I get that.â
Fuck, now what was he supposed to say? He was too hung up on the fact that you had thanked him to think of a way to carry the conversation.Â
You both stood in silence, watching the city life below before you eventually side-eyed him. âSoâŠhow are you holding up?â
With the way he looked back at you, you just knew he had an eyebrow raised.Â
Not knowing how to bring it up, you had your dagger in your hand again as it turned between your gloved fingers. âThe crowbar?â Your voice was quiet.Â
Oh, that.Â
Red faced away from you. âYeah..â He moved his large arms as if to stretch them before eventually turning to face you again. âIt was nothing.âÂ
A part of you was so horrendously curious as to why the brash and fearless Red Hood buckled when he saw a crowbar, but you werenât going to urge him. Push him to reveal something he so clearly didnât want to acknowledge.Â
You shrugged. âWe all have something we would rather not face.â With the cool breeze picking up you crossed over arms over your body.Â
Jason didnât miss the affliction in your eyes as you stared out at that morbid city. Â
âYou?â He asked, his body ever so slightly inching closer towards yours.Â
You looked back at him before looking down at his thighs. âYeah, those things.â You said.Â
He looked down at the guns strapped to him.Â
Something ate away at Jason once he realised.Â
So he was using the one thing you couldnât stand?Â
His main weapon was your crowbarâŠ
âThat why you would rather give people nerve damage with your chemicals?âÂ
You rolled your eyes. âDonât even Red.âÂ
He gave a light snicker and it immediately made your head spin.
No, this was not how you two were supposed to interact with each other.Â
You eagerly ignored that feeling in your chest. âWell, I have work to do tomorrow. Chemical testing, snooping, etc, etc.â
Jason caught the hint it was time to go your separate ways and call it a night.Â
âMm, come back to us with some intel and you might be able to earn some trust Dr.âÂ
You narrowed your eyes at him but a smirk dusted your face at the mention of his new nickname for you. It started out just being shithead, then he referred to you as a fox.Â
âSly as a fox.âÂ
Sometimes heâd call you alchemist, but now it was Dr.Â
You flicked your hand at him as if you were swatting away a fly. âYeah, yeah, cause thatâs what I aim for in life. Earning the Bats trust.â
And in a blink of an eye, you had dropped down off of the rooftop.Â
Now it was just Jason, the wind and car horns from down below.Â
He drew in a deep breath, letting the coldness fill his chest as he thought about how your âfriendshipâ had taken such a turn.
But as Jason romanticised what could be, you couldn't help but feel you needed to re-drive a rift between this growing friendship. Not because you disliked what was slowly growing between you two, it actually made you a little giddy...but that was the problem.
lmk what ya'll think cause I might make this a series :)
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I donât need much in my life, but Jason Todd calling me a âgood girlâ is one of those needs.
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Learning to Love Slowly
Jason Todd x Reader
All Chapters
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18+ MDNI
71-Summer Nights and Silence
There were nights when Jason got in late and when you just couldnât sleep. So many that it slowly began to be less and less surprising to find you awake either scrolling on your phone or merely staring at the ceiling. Tonight was no different. Not entirely, in any case. Jason had found you spread out on your bed in nothing but a thin shirt and underwear.Â
The heat of summer had started to close in, and your apartment loved to trap it in despite the AC being on full blast. You must have had the window open because it smelled of summer rain and the curtains were drawn to let just enough streetlight in to dimly illuminate the room. When he saw you in such little light, he found you just as beautiful as if you were standing in the sun. The two of you exchanged tired, meek hellos before he started to strip himself of his nightwear.Â
You propped yourself up on your elbows, eyes watching as Jason slowly took off the straps, belts, and clothes. Biting your lip, you sat up fully to tug off your shirt before going to lay back down. Jason watched you, surprised but not displeased. Pushing off his boxers, he watched you do the same. Only interfered when you struggled to kick your underwear off your ankle. He hooked the thin fabric around his finger and flung it into the dark corner of the room. From there, he ran his hand from the heel of your foot to the back of your knee and to the back of your thigh.Â
Jason could hear your breaths quicken and feel his cock harden as he leaned down to kiss from your belly button to the one place that he was all too familiar with. It was too late to care about niceties, and he was too worn out for any sensual teasing. So, straight to work it was. His tongue flicked against your clit, eyes looked up momentarily to see you throw your head back with a gasp before he began to gently suck.Â
His fingers slowly rounded from under your thigh to come up to your entrance. Making sure you were wet enough, Jason slowly sank his fingers into you.Â
âFuck, Jason,â You whispered and reached to grip the sheets.Â
It brought a smile to his face to have you writhe against him, and it only encouraged him more. His fingers moved in a âcome hitherâ motion and just managed to barely brush against your g-spot. You could barely keep still, pushing further toward him in hopes of getting more. The gesture made his cock twitch, and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in you. Patience, he knew, was your favorite act in bed. His tongue gingerly lapped and flicked against you until you were whispering that you were close. And, as much as Jason would have loved having you cum on his tongue, he liked it better when you were under him.Â
Once he pulled away, he heard you whisper, âDamn it!â
With a chuckle, Jason leaned over you, pressing his lips to your neck. You were always a bit ticklish on the crook of your neck, squirming beneath him as he sucked a hickey right into the skin. God, he loved the way you smelled. There was a hint of flowery sweetness to you, and he loved breathing it in.Â
In the silence of the night, he could hear every gasp and quiet moan you made, which only kept the worn of the day away. Pressing one more kiss to the underside of your chin, Jason lazily lifted your leg to rest on his waist.Â
You pressed your palms against his chest as he lined himself up, his eyes meeting yours just for a moment. You nodded because there was no need for too many words tonight. As Jason pushed into you he watched your eyes squeeze shut, focusing on adjusting around him, before opening to look down between your bodies. Eyes flickering back up, you nodded at him again, a silent plea for him to move. Jason leaned closer, pressing his forehead against yours as he slowly started to thrust forward. They were lazy thrusts since his body was worn out from the jump, rolling, and overall fighting every criminal in the city. You didnât seem to mind, moaning so softly in his ear. Jason gasped, thrusting particularly hard just to hear that familiar wet sound that seemed so loud in the quiet room.Â
âJason,â You whispered, hands moving from his chest to wrap around him. Your nails dug into the back of his shoulder, desperately holding onto him as he continued to ease in and out of you.
He didnât know why you were whispering, it was only the two of you in the entire apartment, but he liked it. It was like this moment was only for the two of you. No one else needed to hear it, just him and you. The feel of your sweaty skin pressed against him was just for him. The sweet smell of you was just for him. Your sounds were just for him. You were just for him.
Jason wasnât possessive or even the selfish type of man, but he liked the idea that you were for him and vice versa.Â
Pressing his lips against yours, he tried to get those three words out of his mouth, âIâŠIâŠâ
You smiled, lips moving against his as you mumbled, âI love you, too.â
Sluggishly slow with his thrusts again, Jason moved his lips down your neck, over your collarbone, before latching onto one of your nipples. You whined, threading your fingers into his hair while sliding your free hand between your bodies. Jason could hear the moment your fingers grazed over your clit by the way you moved against him. You pressed forward, wanting more contact, and pulled him back up to kiss him again.Â
Jason said your name against your lips and that seemed to finally push you over the edge. He could feel you spasm around him and heard something tumble off your lips, but he was too lost in the pleasure to properly hear it. His hand came up to your jaw, pushing it to look at him as he got closer and closer to his own orgasm.Â
âFuck,â Jason groaned out, eyes desperately searching for something in yours.Â
Whatever Jason was subconsciously asking, you gave a nod of permission, and suddenly he was in the midst of an orgasm. He pressed himself into you, grunting and moaning against the nape of your neck as he rode out his high. Â
When he had finally come down from his orgasm, Jason had no desire to move, planting his sweaty body right on top of yours. Youâd probably push him off in a few minutes to clean yourself, but, for now, he could let the tiredness tug at his body. As your heart lulled him to sleep, he realized two things at once; it was a perfect summerâs night, and he truly belonged to only you.
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revamped some sketches!!
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ok another floating thought:
Jason Todd does not tolerate bad eating habits.
Iced coffee for breakfast? Absolutely not.
6pm and you had not a single sip of water? Forget it.
Having a single slice of toast for lunch AND dinner? Naur babes.
You will be eating 3 square meals a day will allowance for snacks and 'happy foods' as he likes to call them.
As soon as you complain about a headache, stomachache, light-headedness, fatigue he will tell you to go fucking eat something with a glass of water, not coffee.
Its even worse if you live together like i strongly believe he would wake up early just to make you a balanced breakfast before you go about your day.
GOD BUT IF UR IN UNI??? babe be ready bc he will break into your dorm to bring u food that he cooked u himself. (he's a loverboy duh)
no time to cook or order? He's gotchu
too tired? already on the way
exam season with barely any time to take a breath? already on it babe he'll spoonfeed you while you revise your textbook
and plus, how else are you supposed to grow as big and strong as him when you're only eating half a meal a day?
I WANNA MUNCH ON HIS MOOSCLES SO BAD FUCKKKKK
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Jason Todd manhandling you gently in bed. He has all the strength to push you to whatever position and place he can, but he's so gentle because he knows his strength and how to temper it even in those of passion. Making sure your head won't hit the headboard by pushing you around the mattress by the waist. Lifting your hips for a better position when you're too weak to hold them up yourself. Carding his fingers through your hair and angling you in the way he likes. Grabbing your thighs and pushing you towards his eager mouth despite your weak protests. Holding your wrists above your head because you kept hiding your face from him. Pressing slowly onto your shoulder blades to make that angle that reaches even deeper. Then pulling you up by your forearms to press you against his chest while he thrusts into you from behind.
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Your Demons Know Mine
Jason Todd x fem!reader
Canon typical violence and revisiting some of Jason's trauma
It was safe to say you and Jason got off to a rocky start. Even after all these months of fighting and investigating together, the two of you get along as well as oil and water.
It all began when Batman had interrupted you one night during patrol. The conversation wasn't really a welcome to Gotham and the vigilante life, nor was it a complete interrogation. But over time, he ended up warming up to you. A little. If that's what you could call it. And you got the idea that he wanted you to join him and his 'team.'
Initially, you were confused beyond hell as to why he came to you. But Huntress told you it was probably because Batman didn't like anything he couldn't control or at least keep an eye on in Gotham.
You gave a nod, turning over everything she'd told you about the Dark Knight in your head. "Interesting."
So working with the Bats here and there wasn't so bad, as long as you followed one very important rule. Amongst others. Obviously, you couldn't try and discover anyones secret identity or jeopardise their safety, but more importantly, you were never to take a life. You considered this, then agreed to his terms.
"No murder, got it." He didn't seem completely convinced, but you weren't about to piss off Batman. And so you began helping out the other 'bats.'
Nightwing, the Robins, Orphan, you name it.
And that's when you met the 6 foot something tank of a man that was Red Hood. Tall, intimidating and pretty aloof, the two of you soon clashed.
He was aggressive and rather impulsive at times, and you couldn't understand why he had to make such a mess during patrol. He made it pretty obvious that he didn't enjoy your covert tactics, never giving you the chance to prove your trustworthiness as a partner, which really pissed you off. One day he made a quip about how cunning you were. You scoffed.
"Sorry, let me just go grab a page from your book and buy a semi-automatic."
He gave a humourless laugh before turning to face you.
"What should I do first?" You mocked, hand on chin in thought, "Shoot up a building or just bash the criminals with it?"
Then he was only inches before you, figure looming over yours as he peered down. "Should I be sly like you? At least I don't pull the wool over people's eyes."
The tension was thick. Real. Suffocating. You couldn't see his eyes, but you could imagine the glare behind that insufferable red helmet.
The worst part was, even though you've never seen his face, you just knew he was handsome. He was probably drop dead gorgeous the asshole. Tall, sculpted, there have even been times when you caught him slipping that helmet back on, catching glimpses of his dark hair. And he was awfully protective of everyone, especially the innocent. But he was still a brash asshole.
This continued on, and it was soon pretty obvious to the rest how you two viewed each other. And you were sure the Bats were pulling your leg, because now you were on a mission with Red Hood.
"Are you kidding me." You murmured to yourself. But you nodded along and took in everything Oracle told you guys. Luckily you wouldn't be completely alone with him, given Nightwing would be in the area.
He gave you a nudge before whispering, "Maybe this will help you two to finally get along."
No comment from you.
Once the meeting was finished, you waved goodbye to Red Robin, Nightwing and Orphan and sauntered out of the cave. Hood lifted his leg over his motorbike before watching you head towards the exit.
"Where are you going?" He asked, already sounding like he was done with your shit.
"I have a license Red. Meet you there." Then you disappeared into the darkness before an engine roared to life. A single headlight lit up the entrance to the Batcave, and he was a little surprised to see you on your own motorbike. His gaze brushed over your usual braid as it fell down your back. Then you turned and rode off into the distance.
You took off down the backroads and short cuts before you made it to the location Oracle sent you.
A secret lab.
A secret lab the company you work for owned.
For the past few weeks, you'd been picking up the suspicious activity occurring at work between those higher up and began investigating. They were trying to create something illegal. Sell it to big time criminals for a chunk of money. It was some sort of chemical warfare plan and you had to act on it fast. So you were kind relieved to find Batman was onto it now, since you would most defiantly found out what's going on tonight.
Hacking into the system once again, you were able to find tip of the ice berg information, such as the guards time table. There were only two guards on tonight at this odd warehouse, so your plan was simple.
You'd set up your little tear gas traps in front of the breaker box. Once you cut the electricity, they'd head to the box to figure out what the problem was, and then you'd attack.
You couldn't believe how well the plan was working. Thank the Lord you decided to become a Chemist and knew what chemicals to mix and use.
The guard triggered the small bomb, releasing tear gas into the air that began to eat away at his eyes. Quickly slipping your hands into the pouches attached to the side of your belt, you manoeuvred your hands into your chloroform gloves before rushing behind him. With the burning sensation in his eyes, your legs restricting his arm movement and chloroform soaked gloves over his nose and mouth, he was out in seconds.
You slipped away from him and began down the hall towards where the second guard was until you heard a whack. There were sounds of struggles, grunts and heavy thuds. You froze and pressed yourself against the wall, a confused frown on your face. "What on Earth?"
Someone hit the ground hard.
"Scumbag." A voice bellowed.
You immediately rolled your eyes. Turning the corner, you were met with Red Hood with his bloody hands and the guard knocked out on the floor. He took you in; your dripping gloves and that bewildered look in your eyes.
"Sorry princess, was this too much for you?" He asked, gesturing to the guards crumpled form.
"Let's just get on with it." You snapped back, removing your gloves and tossing them back into their pouches. You eyed the guns strapped to his thighs, thankful he hadn't used them...yet.
"You handled the other guard?" He asked, falling into step behind you.
"Mhm. Hence the gloves."
"Right, your little poisons and what not."
You soon came to the door of the lab room Oracle needed you guys to break into. Using the information you'd found whilst investigating, you lifted your goggles from your eyes and went through various passcodes.
You were curious as to what you'd find in there. Jason was curious about how you knew what pins to sift through, watching you from behind as your fingers danced along the key pad. "You only get three attempts you know."
"I know." Third times a charm, because the door suddenly gave a hiss before slowly opening.
You both entered the cold, dark room, but not before something grabbed your arm and pulled you in. You turned on your heel only to find Red right behind you. His hold was a lot softer than you thought it would be. "What are you-"
"How did you know the pins? Oracle didn't even have that information?"
He tried to focus. He really did. But your mask only covered the bottom half of your face, and with your goggles sitting on your forehead, those eyes of yours were sending him into a coma.
"Because I'm familiar with this company." You spat back, a little taken aback. "You still don't trust me, do you?"
"Like hell I trust you."
At the mere mention of it, Jason felt something heavy in his stomach. Why did that statement effect him? Why didn't he like saying it?
"You're with them, aren't you?" He asked, voice low as he desperately ignored the guilt that began to stir deep down. Because the paranoia was just as strong.
"What?"
"You must know what they're doing. What, are you tryna lure us in?"
"Get the fuck outta here Red. You can't be serious-"
Before you could finish what you're saying, something flashed behind him. A figure. A crow bar.
"Red, move!" Using all your strength, you gripped onto his arms and tried to shove him out the way before the crow bar swung, the end of it just hitting your arm.
You let out a pained yell and quickly tumble away from the attacker, hand gripped around your aching forearm.
Jason didn't hesitate, instantly lunging towards the figure. Ignoring the pain in your arm you got into your fighting stance before someone else caught your eye. Someone to your side. Another man covered in black launched towards you, sword in hand.
Your heart leapt into your throat as you ducked out of the way. Swiftly, you slipped under one of the tables and came out on the other side. Draws surrounded you and you quickly yanked one open. It was filled with bottles of half used chemicals and jars filled with...alkali metals. Your eyes practically lit up when you saw them. You grabbed the potassium jar, and just as he made his way around the lab table, you turned the tap of the sink on and chucked the plethora of metals inside it. Next thing you knew, an explosion as loud as thunder went off, smoke decorating the air as he ran straight into it.
Your ears began to ring and a coughing attack creeped up on you, but you could only imagine how he was feeling. Slipping your knuckle busters over your fingers, you began to throw hits. It's not really your forte though, so once he was on his knees, you pulled the cloth from one of your pouches and wrapped it around his head, holding it there with all your strength. He went out like a light.
As you disregarded his body, you turned to see Jason was now fighting two men. You caught him quickly looking over at you before realising his guns were somehow tossed across the room during the fight. Now he was relying heavily on his fists, and that might have been even scarier. He was quick and concise, strong with his hits, and it was obvious he wasn't holding back. The second man went down hard, his face bloody and bruised. The first attacker, however, was swinging that crow bar like his life depended on it. And suddenly you noticed the Hood falter. You quickly raced to Red Hood's side.
Already mixed with such sickening anxiety and adrenaline from the use of the crow bar against him, that panic suddenly grew ten fold once he realised you were coming to help him.
"No!" His voice was laced with desperation, completely foreign to the Red Hood you knew. His large arm came up and suddenly pushed you back. And as he did so, the curved end of the crow bar collided with the side of his helmet. The force broke it, separating the bright red so that you could see one of his eyes and half of his domino mask.
Jason was stunned. He was back in that warehouse with the clown.
"I'm gonna beat you until you're unrecognisable."
Those words sent a shiver down Jason's spine. Why, when he was so much taller than the man, was he suddenly feeling so small?
You saw Red's eye, and the fear that flashed across it. You couldn't understand what it was that was getting under his skin, but it hit you hard in the chest. Because you knew that look all too well.
Eager with determination, you slipped your daggers into your hands and got ready to take out this asshole, when suddenly Hood tackled him to the ground. But it wasn't Red's usual tactic or fighting style. No...this was animalistic. In seconds, Jason had the man pinned to the ground and the crow bar in his hand.
You hadn't realised Nightwing was yelling in your ear, that he could hear what was happening through the comms. Shit, you completely blanked out.
"Hood? [Vigilante name]? What's going on??" Nightwing urged.
But you couldn't respond, because Red Hood was now beating the life out of the man before you. It was violent. Confronting. Harrowing. You knew he was violent, weren't we all? But not like this...
This was the product of something deeper. Something horrible imbedded into Red Hood.
"Red..." Your voice was too quiet, travelling right over his head. But each blow was becoming worse as Jason got lost in his thoughts and fears. Got lost in the past. So this time you yelled out.
"Red Hood! That's enough!"
He kept going though. It wasn't until the harrowing echo of a gunshot ringing through the room that he stopped. Jason snapped his head over his shoulder to look back at you. You stood there, grimace evident on your face even with your mask on, with one of his guns in your hold and aimed at the ceiling.
"That's enough! We gotta go!"
A deer in headlights. Jason stared back at you, the one eye you could see glassy and absent. You lowered the hand gripping onto that awful weapon he treasured so much. You never touched a gun, and you hoped you'd never have to touch one again.
Creeping towards him, you surely, gingerly slipped the crow bar out of his hold. He flinched, his muscles tensing as he watched you. Nerves ran through your body as you slowed down your movements. You tossed the crow bar to the side before crouching down to his eyes level.
A part of you felt sickly relatable to him. Like you were staring at an older version of yourself.
"Come on," you urged. "I know where the files are. Let me grab them and we can go."
Jason slowly came to again, giving a nod in response. You left to search for the folder and Jason's eyes trailed down to the man beneath him, his breath slow and laboured. So many emotions were coursing through Jason. Rage, hate, fear. He looked over to you as he got to his feet, thankful that you were here. But also resentful that you were. That you had to see that side of him.
Nightwing and the others talked through the comms, evidently worried about you and Red, and Jason could only imagine the shit show he'd have to face when he got back to the Batcave.
You quickly walked back to him, thick folder in hand.
"Alright, let's go Red." Your heart was still pounding in your ears as you rushed past him. But he didn't follow. You turned to look back at him; a man so vicious and large, and yet all you saw was someone who was broken. "Red, what's wrong?"
His deadset stare was back, the mask was back up, but his voice was soft. "You hate using guns..."
part two ya'll? lmk in the comments <3
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No because let's actually get into it. Red Hood, Jason Todd, has so much potential to having some of the greatest storytelling of all time!
Of course, it depends on the writers and they cannot get past the characteristics that A.) Jason died and was brought back to life and B.) Jason has a strained relationship with Bruce and Bruce calls Jason his greatest failure.
Jason is so much more than that though.
He's the one that went to make his own way into the world, he's the one that can make swords out of his soul, he's the one that DESERVES to have a great relationship with Rose Wilson without him DYING at the end, because of all the characters that exist in DC, Jason is one of the few I can think of gets screwed over time and time again.
So DC, I'm telling you with my whole chest, give me a chance to write Jason and I'll show you what storytelling it.
Being a red hood fan is tough cuz this mf does not get good writing at all.
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Batboys and
how they talk about you
Bonus fic as a thank you for allowing my jason fic to do well đ
Dick Grayson-
, who talks about you like a goddess walking the earth, loves you more than words. The type to talk about you so much that people doubt your real
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âMy girlfriend is so sweet, guys. Today we went to that one library I like. Guys, have I told you even her favorite book is adorable?â
It doesnât help that he tends to get caught up in certain details, completely ignoring other ones. No one knew your name until a week into dating.
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Jason: âIf you asked me before, I wouldâve never believed him; weve all gone a little insane, but now that Ive seen proof, I'm happy for him. He gets to be well-dick, and she gets to smile and nod, but I swear she enjoys it. Theyâre weird together.â
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Tim: âWe love Dick. A lot, but we were looking at a wonderful facility that has an in-patient gym in the beginning. But the way he looks at her, I wouldnât be surprised if she actually did miracles.âÂ
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Damian: âAt least I believed him at the start. He was smitten and absolutely whipped. I thought it was just like Dick. I donât know why I, of all people, was the only one that caught it.
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Bruce: Yeah, I knew she was real. Why would I ruin everyoneâs fun? I mean, Dick is a bit. Aloof sometimes⊠I'm not exactly surprised; heâs not exactly amazing socially sometimes, but with her, heâs extra awkward, and I watched him flirt with men and women. But look, as long as heâs happy, weâre happy for him.â
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Dick is a completely drunken idiot, with so much training thrown out the window.Â
(Can you tell I'm not a fan of a playboy dickđ im sorry i love a good love stuck man)
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Jason Todd-
, who is extremely protective of his peace, sometimes acts as if youâre fragile. He was the type to invite you to a family game night where he called a family meeting an hour beforehand, forcing everyone to be on their best behavior. Needless to say, it was awkward, but one uno round later, he realized you fit in just fine.Â
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âI knew my girl would win. She's a gangster.â
boast when you absolutely dominate everyone playing in the game. You never quite beat the cheating allegations.
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Dick: "I donât know how he did it, but he found someone who brings out a side of him I havenât seen in years. No one is that good at uno; naturally, at least, I think sheâs a meta. I'm not saying that non-metas arenât good at uno.â
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Tim: "You know how in movies the girl animals just have lashes, and how the boy is always darker and the girl will be like a lighter color? It's like she was made for him. I'm glad he found his anamorphic girl, Wolf. But, can I be honest? I think Alfred was telling her our cards.â
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Damian: "I'm glad Jaybird is happy. Heâs definitely earned it. Even if she cheats at UNO, theyâre perfect for each other. Hell, the cheating is what makes them perfect for each other.â
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Bruce: "I'm glad to see Jason happy. The sparkling in his eyes, the boyish smile, is the same joy I saw after he hit me with a car iron and ran off, giggling. I like her.â
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Bruce Wayne-
is proud to show you off publicly. Heâs not one to spoil someone, but sometimes he canât help but pick up trinkets for you. Sometimes youâd wake up to keychains, jewelry, or even clothes somewhere in your shared room.Â
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He tried so hard to be there for you and protect you from his line of work. Some nights, he wouldnât come to bed at all to avoid waking you. Some nights, if you worried too much, he would send Dick out in the Batman costume so he could be by your side.Â
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"Shh, baby, its ok... Tonight, I'm staying with you, okay? I love you; do you know that? And I know sometimes the risk scares you, but Iâll always be here for you.â
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Dick: "It's nice knowing Bruce isnât constantly brooding about it. Well, I knew that fact already, but this is different. I only see a light in his eyes when heâs doing stuff he absolutely loves. Like when he talks to his parents tombs and we pretend we donât see him.â
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Jason: "i think that man would come back from the dead more dramatically than I did for this woman. And I waged like 3 wars.â
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Tim: âSometimes I see them sitting in the library together in silence. All they do is enjoy each otherâs presence. Its adorableâ
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Damian: âDads earned it. And when I say heâs earned it, I mean heâs earned it!â
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Bruce isnât the easiest to be with, but he always makes up for it.
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Fallen.
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Really enjoyed working on this commission about Jason. Thanks to my amazing commissionerđ
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Man, sometimes I forget I exist. I wish people would use my pronouns properly.
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... â„
been thinking about them a lot lately
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