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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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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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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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owlwithanapple · 2 days

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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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in-som-niyah · 2 months

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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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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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indulgentdaydream · 2 months

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headcanons with attractive things jason does 😭🫶

anon i have GOT YOU

When he sits on a couch, no matter if you’re on too or not, that man is SPREAD

Arms wide and resting on the back of the couch. Manspreading his thighs wide open. A relaxed expression on his face. Maybe a book in hand.

When moving in for a kiss, he cups your face with his left hand first. Then strokes his thumb on your cheek twice while actually kissing you.

Every. Single. Time. Doesn’t matter where or when. If it’s just a peck or y’all are making out, that’s what he starts it with.

Kisses on the back of your neck if he’s walking past you and you’re looking down.

Also will keep his hands resting on your hips if standing behind you.

He’ll swear UP AND DOWN that he means nothing by it. That it’s just a habit. But will keep a hand on your thigh while driving a car. Not even sexual. Just comforting.

Opening doors for you and guiding you through with a hand on the small of your back

You’re both sleeping in the same bed? He’s dead asleep. Usually isn’t. But with you, for sure he is.

And if you slip out of his reach while he is dead asleep, he’s reaching out and dragging you back like a lost teddy bear. And he’s asleep the whole time

When you’re out eating or at a bar and he’s getting a bit anxious with all the people around, he’ll play footsies with you under the table

Got so intense once he accidentally knocked the table over and you two got kicked out

This man LAUGHS

No one talks about how Jason’s laugh (may have a fic in the works about it. I’ll finish it if y’all ask)

I’m not talking “he chuckled” or “he grinned” or “his shoulders shook with silent laughter”

I’m talking about how this man tosses his head back before leaning forward, clutching his stomach with one hand, the other reaching for some part of you to grasp as you laugh along with him. How his laughter is deep and BOOMING. It takes up a whole room. Echoes across the street. Enters your ears and melts into your blood stream and goes immediately to your heart which picks up its beating to make sure to get it to the rest of your body. How he straightens up again, his face split in a grin, eyes opening again while he has to wipe away tears of laughter, his body still shaking with it.

I want to make jason todd genuinely laugh and if the sound makes me go deaf then so be it because at least i was able to hear the most beautiful sound in the universe

I’m sorry this got off topic but

He wears glasses when he reads and that’s hot too i guess

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fic-over-cannon · 5 months

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Jason Todd loves casual intimacy, not that he’d really ask for it. You are always welcome in his space and it thrills him when you accept that like it’s always been yours. He likes it when you lean into his side, rest your head on his shoulder, press kisses to his temples. He likes it when you curl your fingers into his hair absentmindedly or seat yourself in his lap like you belong there. He likes how unapologetically you’ll drape yourself over him, sometimes just for the sake of touching and sometimes just to grab something he’s in the way of. Little touches to his neck, shoulders, back. He likes seeing you in his stolen clothes, and the extra toothbrush in his bathroom. The first time he hears you refer to him as ‘yours’ he has to consciously start breathing again. Mine, my boyfriend, my partner, my husband.

Jason likes to come up behind you, sling his arms around your waist and press a kiss to your hair before resting his chin on your head. He likes knowing which shampoo to buy for you for the apartment without having to think about it. He likes it when he curls an arm around your shoulder and your hand reflexively reaches up to link your fingers. He’ll reach for your hand first but you’ll always reach back. He likes carrying you when your heels hurt too much and telling you all the ways you look gorgeous in your going out clothes. He likes knowing what your sleepy face looks like and how it feels to kiss the sleep out of your eyelids. He likes knowing the weight of you in his arms and the warmth of your palm when it cups his cheek.

Jason Todd loves the casual intimacy of your two lives tangled together.

#he just wants to be seen and known and loved #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd headcanon #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n #red hood x you #red hood x reader #jason todd fic #jason todd #sunnie writes 🌻#snack fic

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katsumox · 1 year

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something about jason todd with a touchy!reader s/o is literally so yummie.

You’ve got him on his stomach, regrettably, he thinks, as you watch the hills and divots of his muscles roll and flex as he gets comfortable. The scarred herculean expanse of his back is exposed to you as you sit on his butt.

“Dunno why I agreed to this,” he frowns, not bothering to move his head, unmuffling his musings.

He really doesn’t; ten minutes ago you two were having a very civil discussion (read: arguing) about something or other. Next thing he knew, he was in your bed, on his stomach, half naked and under you.

“Cause you like me,” you sing, breaking him from his thoughts, as you drag manicured fingers up his back, pressing into his taut muscle, deftly massaging each sore part of him.

“You like this. ‘S okay to admit it,” you add.

He gives a noncommittal noise that gets cut off by a strangled gasp when he feels your hands pressing into the upper muscles of his back.

There’s a deep discomfort that settles in his stomach; he’s never been touched so lovingly, not without hidden motives tainting said touch. He isn’t sure if he should push you off him or beg you to keep going.

You hum as you work his muscles, letting his inconsistent breathing and occasional gasps guide you.

You continue rubbing him down, occasionally pausing to apply more shea butter to your hands before resuming your work.

You reach up to his neck, as he sighs. You press just a hair harder, feeling a knot loosen at the pressure. Jason inhales, trying to steel himself from any possible reaction.

Regardless of his efforts, a low “Fuck,” reverberates through his chest. He internally frowns at the sound of his low whine, sounding like a wounded animal. He reddens as he hears himself, internally cringing at his neediness, at your willingness, and the intimacy of it all.

“That was pretty,” you murmur, teasing lilt in your voice. He’s fighting the urge to shut down this moment of vulnerability the two of you are sharing. You know he’s really pushing himself, so you try to keep the extra teases locked away for another day, another less intense moment.

You shut yourself up, instead focusing your attention to Jason’s expansive back. You press harder in the same spot, shameless in your attempt to illicit more noises from him as you whisper, “Give me another.”

He shudders, giving a shaky exhale as he composes himself.

“You’re evil,” he grumbles, despite almost leaning up into your touch.

“So evil,” You smile, “Totally evil.”

Not once does your touch on his back falter. He hums in agreement, softly smiling into a pillow.

“Incredibly evil,” Jason sighs. “Lucky I like your evil ass.”

“Aw,” you say, “Red’s finally going soft. I got you up under me and now you don’t know how to act. ”

Jason can hear the smile in your words. Choosing to ignore it, he closes his eyes and focuses solely on your touch.

“Yeah,” He mumbles, before pausing to consider his words, “Goin’ real soft, only for you.”

#jason todd #batboys x you #jason todd x reader #batboys x reader #batboys x y/n #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x black!reader #jason todd reader insert #jason todd fic #jason todd blurb #dcu #batboys #jason todd fluff #jason todd drabble #my writing !🏛️🧁#i’m so sick i love this man.

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angelfic · 1 month

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— IT’S SO SWEET

pairing: jason todd x best friend!reader

summary: the 3 times jason takes care of you and the 1 time he lets you do the same. alternatively, jason thinks he's invincible, but his best friend needs to be protected at all costs.

warnings: unedited. again. pls don't kill me. swearing, kissing, mentions of blood/weapons/injuries, mentions of periods, reader is a nursing student, best friends to lovers!!! <3

author’s note: *shoves it at you* another one of these fics with the same format, this time with jason :) listen to 'sweet' by cigarettes after sex while reading this btw. and let me know what you think!! drop an ask or a message, don’t be shy!💌

1. when finals are going to kill you.

Sometimes you think being a vigilante like your best friend is worth the constant risk of dying if it means you never have to open another textbook again. When you voice this to Jason, he scowls like you've just threatened to kill a kitten in front of him.

"That's not funny. Don't even joke about that," he scolds, still frowning at you from the opposite end of your kitchen island. His Red Hood suit is sprawled out in front of him as he stitches up a loose hem, compliments of the last goon he most likely beat to a pulp. You make a face at the fact that his sleeve is covering your anatomy notes, ignoring the way he leans down in attempt to catch your eye. He resorts to snapping his fingers in your face. "Hey. Hey, I'm serious."

"Jason," you sigh, setting down your pen and resting your chin on your hand as you talk to him. "I'm studying for nursing school finals in my kitchen, because I didn't want to walk the five more steps it takes to get to my bedroom after making instant ramen. Do you really need me to tell you I'm not being serious about becoming a vigilante?"

His shoulders relax very slightly, but his expression stays annoyed. "You're going to give me an entire head of grey hair before I'm even thirty."

"Well, at least we know it'll suit you," you say through a yawn as you point to the white streak running through his hair. "So, if anything, you're welcome."

He gives you another withering glare, going back to his stitching. The tiny needle in his large hand distracts you for a minute until you realise that Jason has stopped sewing and you're actually staring into nothing now. He notices your eyes that have glossed over and immediately reaches over to slam your textbook shut, startling you back to attention. It isn't until he does this that you feel the exhaustion seeping into your bones, emphasised by the knot in your neck and the cramp in your writing hand.

Jason drags your textbook away from you, along with your notes. You take a second to appreciate how careful he is not to crease the pages, knowing you'd lose your mind. "Okay, you're done for today."

"Huh?" you mumble stupidly, his words registering in your mind too late and you realise he's just hijacked your study material. "Wh- Hey! Give it back, Jay, I have-"

"Finals, I know. Last I checked, you need to be alive to take finals and I don't see that happening unless you take a nap," he says, voice a little too calm for someone who you're about to pounce on and claw at until you get your textbook back. You sluggishly clamber off your stool and step in front of Jason, who immediately raises his arm to hold your textbook out of reach.

You look up at him and attempt an intimidating glare. "Hand over the textbook, Todd."

Jason raises his eyebrows, huffing out an exasperated laugh. "Lift one of your arms to get the book and its yours."

Your finger doesn't so much as twitch, but you sway a little until you reluctantly accept that maybe he's won this one. And maybe a nap does sound pretty good right now, you think with a groan, dropping your head so it rests on Jason's chest. Your arms hang floppily at your sides. "I'll kick your ass after my nap," you mumble into his shirt.

"I'm terrified," he deadpans, and you hear the thud of the textbook on the counter before his large hands come up to grip your waist so he can walk you backwards to your couch, knowing you well enough to anticipate your grumbles if he were to attempt to take you all the way to your bedroom. You smile into his chest.

"You've met your match, Red," you say as dramatically as you can for someone who's practically the equivalent to a sack of potatoes against Jason right now. When you feel the back of your legs hit the couch, you grip onto the bottom of Jason's shirt and tug at the fabric before he can let you go. "You're my human pillow, where do you think you're going?"

Before he can answer, you nudge him onto the couch and he obediently lies down so you can nestle in next to him and plop your head back onto his warm, muscled chest. You blame your exhaustion for your shameless behaviour.

Despite the tiredness, you can't help irritating Jason just a little bit more. "Hey, Jay. What would my vigilante name be?"

"Shut up," he says without any bite, resting his chin on top of your head. You snicker into his shirt, half delirious with fatigue but awake enough to feel his face moving as he smiles when he thinks you're not looking.

"Something cool. Like Nightwing," you mutter sleepily, poking the bear.

"What? Nightwing is not as cool as-" Jason starts incredulously, but cuts himself off. "Whatever. Go to sleep."

You hum, eyelids feeling heavy and you start drifting off, the last thing you register being Jason's fingertip tracing circles on your back.

When you wake up, Jason and his suit are gone, but you have a blanket tucked around you and a box of your favourite cookies on the coffee table.

2. when, apparently, you aren't immune to the streets of gotham.

Considering you live in the most corrupt city in the world, you probably should be a little more cautious about going out at night. It's not like you don't take precautions, though. Like every woman in Gotham, you're loaded with pepper spray every time you leave the house. Unlike every woman in Gotham, you also have multiple vigilantes in your phone with whom you share your location with.

Even then, you aren't stupid enough to step into any alleyways. You wish that were enough to stay out of trouble, but as soon as you realise the streets have completely emptied while you've been distracted with your thoughts, you start panicking a little.

You're fine, you reassure yourself as you slide your phone out your pocket to pull up your recent texts. You keep your screen open just for some reassurance, gripping the sides of your phone tightly when you hear some distant footsteps.

It's only ten more minutes to the convenience store, so you're more irritated than scared when you hear the footsteps quicken behind you, catching up. Your fingers fumble to text an SOS to Jason, but you accidentally tap send on your chat with Dick instead. With slightly shaky hands, you try and send one to Jason as well, hoping it's gone through when your phone is suddenly knocked out of your hand.

"Oh, for the love of-" you hiss, when you hear the cracking noise of your screen against the pavement and you don't risk reaching down to grab it. Instead, you turn around slowly to face a dark figure, clad in a cliche, all-black outfit and stood in a threatening stance. God, you hate Gotham.

"Hand over your-"

"Wallet, money, most prized possession," you cut the man off, probably very stupidly. "I know the drill, hang on."

He falters for a moment before anger clouds his expression and he pulls out a knife before you can get your wallet out. You try not to sigh in relief. For anyone else that might sound crazy, but knives you could manage. Being best friends with Jason Todd means of course you've been made to learn self-defence. Disarming someone with knives was doable enough to learn as a nursing student. Guns, on the other hand, are out of your league.

The fact that you know how to defend yourself doesn't make the knife look any less threatening and sharp, though.

"Hey, look, I'm not gonna be difficult," you say, dropping your voice to a low murmur as though you're trying to coax a cat out of a tree. "I'll give you my money."

"Yeah. Yeah, you do that," he rushes out, sounding confused. You kind of feel bad for him. Most people confronted with a mugger would probably be a lot more scared than you're acting and it's clearly throwing him off his game. You almost regret bothering to send your SOS and as you're thinking about how you're going to apologise to Dick for wasting his time, you go to grab your wallet to try and stall before the mugger becomes violent. "Stop! Put your hands up. I'll grab it myself."

You furrow your brows, about to argue that no, he fucking won't. But you see that the man's face suddenly becomes ten times paler than before and he's looking behind you instead. Your shoulders sag with relief as you spin around to see Nightwing in all his black and blue glory.

"Is there a problem, ma'am?" he lowers his voice an octave and you fight the urge to roll your eyes. He seems to be focusing hard on acting like strangers, because anyone with eyes would see the problem very clearly in the form of a man wielding a knife.

"Please, help me," you respond, drily. Dick raises a brow at your flippant attitude, so you clear your throat, kicking it up a notch. You glance at the man behind you and try to look more terrified than you feel. "Please help me, Mr Nightwing. This guy's got a knife, and he's going to stab me with it."

The man frantically shakes his head, dropping the knife immediately and backing up. "I wasn't! I swear, man, I was just trying to scare her. Look, I'll just-"

"Hey." You hear another familiar voice boom, this time through a modulator. You sigh, lifting your head to see Jason, all the more threatening as Red Hood. His guns are already in either hand by his side and you have to respect the mugger for not passing out where he stands. If you didn't know it was Jason behind that mask, you'd be terrified to death. He tilts his head, evaluating the man. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Nowhere, I-"

"Exactly," Jason's warped voice comes out tight, and you hear the cocking of his gun, making you whip around to send a panicked look to Dick. He runs closer to you and you drop your voice to a whisper.

"I've got Hood, you take care of the guy."

"Don't do anything stupid," he says, not unkindly and the two of you snap into action.

You run back over to the mugger and step in front of him, making Jason falter in his movements and lower his gun. His chest rises and falls with deep breaths like he's exercising real control. "Move."

You stay as still as possible, arms splayed out in an attempt to cover the man behind you, despite the fact that Jason definitely possesses the skill to take him out even with you in the way.

"Put your guns away," you hiss when Dick has successfully restrained the man out of earshot and is dragging him away with ease. Jason steps towards them, but you stay in his way, using both hands against his chest to stop him. It's more of a symbolic gesture than anything, since you know you wouldn't be able to budge him an inch even if you threw yourself at him with full force. He stops anyway, looking down at you with his hands gripping his firearms tightly. "He was practically harmless. Let Nightwing deal with him. Please."

You're talking him down, trying to waste time so Dick can leave before Jason is able to do anything. You know you've succeeded when he tucks away his weapons, albeit reluctantly. Dick is too far away with the man now, anyway.

"What the hell were you doing out at this time?" he says, raising his voice instead of the usual quiet, deadly anger he reserves for the people who deserve it. It's how you know he's worried, when he doesn't try and control his temper. "And without dropping me a text first, so I could check on you? You do understand where you live, right?"

"Don't yell at me!" Your voice cracks in the middle of your sentence and you feel your lower lip tremble slightly. Jason stills. You refuse to cry, cursing your damn hormones and the fact you're a woman and the fact that you're cramping again. You aren't in the mood to talk to Red Hood right now. You want Jason. "And turn off your stupid voice thing!"

He obliges quickly, stepping closer to you. You're angry at one less thing now that his voice is back to normal. "I'm sorry for yelling. Please don't be upset with me, I was just worried-"

"You were going to kill that guy."

"Damn straight," he fires back, defensive again.

You glare at him and he has enough sense not to speak further. Shaking your head, you let out a frustrated groan. "He was a lousy mugger. That hardly deserves a bullet through the head."

"Are you forgetting that he had a knife?" he exclaims, throwing his hands up. Suddenly, as though he's remembering something, Jason folds his arms across his chest. "Why'd you call D- Nightwing for help first?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. How about next time, I'll ask the guy with the a knife if he can hold off for a second while I select the right contact number!" you grit out, hit with another wave of cramps, extremely tired of this conversation. "It was an accident, you idiot. I meant to text you first."

You can't see Jason's expression beneath his Red Hood mask and you aren't going to ask him to remove it in the middle of the streets, but you imagine he's mollified with the way his shoulders relax a bit.

Huffing, you walk away to get your phone, gingerly picking it up to inspect the newly made cracks all over. You vaguely register Jason standing over your shoulder before you shove your phone in your pocket, a problem for tomorrow. You turn around to face him and clutch at your lower stomach, breathing turning shallow.

"I was on my way to the convenience store," you explain, gritting your teeth. "I assume you're coming with me now?"

"Why did you need to go so late?" he questions, typically not letting it go. Instead of responding, you screw your eyes shut and puff out a few pained breaths. He immediately grips your shoulders and begins inspecting you. "What? Are you hurt? What happened, did he get you?"

"I have cramps, you ass," you groan, shoving his hands away. He ceases looking for an injury, and you don't need to ask him to remove his mask to know that he's relieved. "I was going to the store so late because I'm out of my sanitary products."

"Oh," Jason says gruffly, a hint of embarrassment creeping into his voice due to his excessive worry. "Well, I kept a whole box of pads and stuff from the other month in my apartment. It's closer, come on."

You sag with relief, dragging your feet to follow him as the two of you walk to his place. You're in his apartment so often that you're not surprised it's stocked up with period products as well as your usual things for when you stay the night. You feel a funny little flip that has nothing to do with cramps when you consider how he kept everything.

"Do you need me to carry you?" Jason asks, completely serious, snapping you out of your thoughts. "I know how bad the cramps can get."

"I took some meds a couple hours ago, they're not the worst yet," you explain, shaking him off and trying not to think about him offering to carry you all the way to his apartment just because you have cramps.

You reach his complex quickly and he sends you up while he enters through the fire escape from a back alley as not to expose Red Hood's living quarters. By the time you've entered through his door, Jason is already there, judging by his helmet sitting on his kitchen counter.

"Be out in a second," he calls from his bedroom and so you flop down on his couch, face down in one of the cushions as you try to think about something other than the sharp needles stabbing your lower belly. He walks out while you're writhing in pain and sets down some pads, two painkillers and a glass of water on the coffee table. "Here, take them now and go sleep in the bed. There's some snacks in my nightstand if you get hungry. Do you need me to stay home?"

You reluctantly turn over onto your back and see that he's also holding your fluffy panda hot water bottle. You might combust, there and then. Pouting, you reach out for the panda, grabbing it to hold it close to your body and sighing at the slight pain relief. "I'm okay, you can go back to patrol. Thanks for looking after me, Jaybird."

"It's nothing," he shrugs, turning away to hide the pink flush appearing on his cheeks and grabbing his helmet. He shoves it on quickly and you try not to let out an unattractive snort of laughter. He turns on his voice modulator. "Text me if you need anything."

With that, he slips out of his window, making sure to shut it tightly behind him. You stay on the couch after knocking down a couple of painkillers and try to entertain yourself with some TV while you wait for Jason to come back.

You mournfully scroll through your phone, trying not to cut your fingers on the broken glass. The actual phone seems to be giving up on you as it takes forever to click on one thing to the next. Giving up, you toss it on the table and close your eyes. Making make a mental list in your head of things to do tomorrow, you add buying a new phone to it and prepare to say goodbye to a healthy chunk out of your bank account.

You don't remember dozing off, but your alarm startles you awake and you grab around for it on the nightstand next to you. Turning it off, you decide to brave the world outside the comfy sheets and realise you're in Jason's bed. He must have gotten back late and put you there, you think with a smile, suddenly happier than you were when first waking up. This happy attitude sours a bit when you nick ur finger on the broken glass of your phone screen trying to turn off the rest of your alarms.

Making your way out of his room and following the smell of toaster waffles, you see Jason plating up some breakfast for you. "Morning," you yawn, plopping down on a kitchen stool. "How was patrol?"

"Same old," he says, giving you the usual, non-descriptive answer. For all you know, he could have taken down an entire drug ring single-handedly and you'd be none the wiser. He sets down a plate in front of you, as well as a rectangular box. "Here."

You inspect the box, confused and wanting to focus more on the food before you process what it is and your jaw drops. "Jason Peter Todd. What the hell did you do!"

"Your phone broke," he says, gruffly, clearly trying to downplay the fact that he bought you a brand new smartphone, a later model than the one you already have. "Don't make a big deal out of it."

"Of course I'm going to make a big deal, Jay," you say, frowning. "I was going to get one myself today. Why did you waste your money on me? How much was it?"

"Don't worry about it," he says flippantly, plating up his own waffles. You should have known better than to ask. There's no way he's taking money from you.

You sigh, shoving your waffles and the phone out of the way to make your way over to him. "Jay," you say softly, grabbing his face in your hands. His eyes widen slightly and you fight the urge to smile. "I can't accept it."

"I said it was nothing," he replies, furrowing his brows and you release his face in favour of hugging him instead. "And it's not a waste if it's on you. You're taking the phone."

"It's everything," your voice comes out muffled by his hoodie. The cost of a phone really is nothing to Jason. It wouldn't have made even the slightest dent to his bank account, but that's not the point. "You need to let me take care of you for once. Oh, one more thing."

He hums in question, resting his chin on your head and wrapping his hands around you.

"If you buy anything for me again, I'm cutting a heart shaped hole in your suit."

Jason huffs out a laugh and you feel the vibration through his chest. "What about the coffee I get you after class every Friday?"

You stay silent.

He snorts, knowing he's got you. He drops a kiss on your head and grins when you look up to frown at him. "That's what I thought."

3. when this guy just won't take a hint.

Jason owes you big time. You've had the longest week of your life and yet here you are, in a floor length, dark red dress and heels, for crying out loud.

Realistically, this is the least you could do for him, showing up to a gala thrown by his father to keep him company. You're more than happy to do this as a favour to him, but that fact doesn't make the heels pinch at your toes any less.

"I haven't worn this dress since high school," you grumble, twisting it around your waist where it fits snugly. You're thankful for the fact that it falls loosely past your waist, or you'd have ripped it from your body by now. "If I eat one thing, it might actually tear."

"I'll give you my jacket when you spot the appetisers," Jason says, absentmindedly. You squeeze his bicep gently in thanks from where your arm is looped in his as he leads you into the venue. "Anyway, we'll be in and out, as always. Just making an appearance for Bruce."

"In and out," you repeat, lowering your voice as the two of you enter a more populated area. You know even though Jason moans about these events, he wouldn't be here if he really didn't want to be. He cares, even though he'd never admit it.

Groups of businessmen, celebrities, entrepreneurs; basically a bunch of rich people who are dressed in clothes that are definitely more expensive than your rent are milling about, every one of them with a drink in their hand. Their unwavering smiles and the constant trips to the bar are nothing new and you wrinkle your nose at the atmosphere of the place. "Do they even know what charity Bruce is throwing this for?"

Jason raises an eyebrow. "Bruce could be throwing this thing for homeless badgers and they'd be none the wiser," he mutters, a hint of bitterness creeping into his voice. Rolling his neck, he takes a deep breath. "I should go say 'hi' to him, while he's talking to a bunch of people. Prove that I actually showed up. You wanna come?"

You almost agree, not wanting to be left alone, but just before you reluctantly trudge over to a group of Bruce's boring business associates, you thankfully spot Jason's brothers by the bar. "I'll just go hang out with Dick and Tim, is that okay? I can come with though, if you want."

"Nah, go ahead," he says, detangling his arm from yours and giving you a reassuring smile. "Come grab me when they start getting annoying."

"Be nice," you warn, gently shoving him towards the group of men as you make your way to Dick and Tim.

"Hey," Tim greets you with a smile, glancing up quickly before returning to his phone. He does a little double take, eyes snagging on your dress and his smile turns devious. "Well, you look nice. You're wearing a very... nice colour..."

"Tim," you heave a deep sigh. Dick rolls his eyes, but he can't help the corners of his lips quirking up. "You can't keep doing this every time I wear red."

"I'm not doing anything, just making an observation," he shrugs, rocking back and forth on his heels in an attempt to look casual. Tim glances around to see make sure no one is in earshot before lowering his voice. "Hey, totally unrelated, but I heard Jaybird nearly shot a guy for almost mugging you."

"Tim."

"Leave her alone," Dick intervenes before Tim can needle you further. He definitely enjoys it too, but ever the golden boy, he seemingly wants to keep the peace. "How are you doing after that, anyway?"

"Fine," you nod reassuringly. "Thank you, again for showing up, Dick. I really appreciate it."

"Don't be silly, it's-"

"I heard he got you a brand new phone, too," Tim pipes up, cutting his brother off.

"Tim," you groan, thwacking him in the arm with your clutch. He barely flinches. "For the last time, Jason and I are just friends."

Tim opens his mouth to respond, but his eyes dart behind you and he thinks better of it, choosing to just smirk like the troublemaker he is.

"That's good news." You whip around to locate the source of the voice, finding yourself looking at a guy you've never met before. He seems to be around your age, dressed smart and very rich looking. You stand there stupidly.

"For who?" you ask, chuckling nervously.

He shrugs, giving you a charming smile. "Anyone who wants to buy you a drink. May I?"

Understanding dawns on you and you glance at Dick and Tim with wide eyes, feeling a little awkward that they're here for this interaction. Dick keeps his expression carefully neutral as he considers the man, whereas Tim frowns when he meets your eyes, jerking his head as subtly as possible in Jason's direction.

This has you glaring at him and just to prove a point, you plaster on a wide smile of your own and return your attentions to the stranger. "Yes. You may."

The two of you walk closer to the end of the bar and away from the others. You pointedly don't look at them. "What was your name?" you ask the stranger, mostly for the sake of being polite.

"George." A rich guy name, you think to yourself. If Jason were here, you know he'd have a million things to say.

He asks your name and you give it to him as he orders you a drink without actually asking what you want.

"Pretty name," George remarks, handing you a glass of something you've never had before. You pretend to take a sip, smiling in thanks. "So, what's your story?"

You try not to outwardly cringe at the question, sorely regretting tonight's decisions despite the fact you've been here less than half an hour. "I'm just here to keep my friend company." You keep the story short, not bothering to explain how you know the Wayne family.

"Ah, well. I dont blame you for looking so bored. I'm just here because I have to be as well," he mutters, swirling the contents of his glass. "Business connections and such."

"Oh." You find yourself being less and less interested in this conversation. "Do you know what the fundraiser tonight is for?"

"God, no," George laughs, taking a sip of his drink. You try your hardest not to grimace, mentally checked out of the conversation already. "It's always the same shit, anyway. Forget all that. Drink up and we can get out of here."

You nearly choke on your own saliva at his sheer confidence and set down your drink. "I really shouldn't. I'm, uh, I'm okay staying here."

"Aw, come on," he leans in a little closer than you'd like and you try to look as imperceptibly as you can for Dick or Tim, but it seems they've left you to face the consequences of your own actions. Traitors. "You don't look like you're enjoying yourself. What, you don't like me-?"

"Hey." You feel Jason's presence at the same time as hearing his voice. You almost laugh at how relieved you suddenly feel and you and relax into his hold when he places both hands on your waist. Jason drops his voice to a murmur that only you can hear. "Ready to go home?"

You nod, turning to leave. About to bid a quick goodbye to George as not to be rude, you open your mouth but get stopped in your tracks.

"She's fine right here, man," George says, voice as smooth as glass. If the glass is shattered into sharp, pointy spikes that are as uncomfortable as this conversation, that is.

Jason's previously polite smile hardens as his front is now practically plastered against your back. "She can talk for herself."

"She was actually just-"

"She's right here," you interrupt, squirming out of Jason's arms to step back. He drops his hands immediately, but doesn't look at you. Instead, he assesses George through a narrow eyed gaze. You can't decide if George is being brave, or stupid for not cracking under the weight of Jason's intense glare as he stands there, all six foot two of him posing a threatening picture. "Right, well. I'm just going to-"

"Hey, hold on," George says, averting his all-too arrogant gaze back to you and gripping your upper arm, jerking you slightly. You flinch a little when he moves into your personal space. "You aren't going to give me your number?"

His grip doesn't hurt, but it's a world away from gentle and you almost gape at the fact he doesn't seem to be aware of how uninterested you are.

Jason immediately clocks this, stepping forward. "Yeah, I don't fucking think so," he says darkly and then he shoves at George. Hard.

The people nearest to you gasp and titter when they see George careening into the stools at the bar and you slap a hand over your mouth, shocked. Shocked that Jason had actually gotten violent as Jason and not as Red Hood. All over a random creep, no less.

Before George even has the chance to recover from the surprise of Jason's brute force, you pull harshly on Jason's suit jacket, steering him out of the venue and into the hall. He follows you without protest, still breathing heavily.

"What the hell was that?" you hiss, trying to keep your voice quiet, despite being alone out in the entrance hall.

"He grabbed you," Jason says slowly, as if he's confused as to why you're upset. His expression is tight, like he's being careful to control his anger even now that you're away from George. "I would have done a lot fucking worse to him if you hadn't dragged me out of there."

"You cannot go all Red Hood when you're Jason! It's suspicious as hell. Not to mention how you were practically back-hugging me like some sort of reverse bulletproof vest."

"I always do that," Jason says, calmly. The fact that he isn't raising his voice just spurs you on to raise yours higher. The multitude of emotions swirling around in a confused whirl around your stomach makes you nauseous.

"You hate being touchy in public," you say, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. "Last month, you punched Tim in the stomach for putting his arm around your shoulder. Anyway, that's not the point! You're so occupied with trying to take care of everyone that you never consider yourself. Or let anyone else do so. Yeah, that guy was an asshole. But he was just an asshole trying to talk to a single girl. He wasn't some... some crime boss or villain or evil freaking mastermind for you to take down!"

"I don't need looking after. And he didn't know you were single," Jason scoffs, running a hand through his neatly combed hair, mussing it up. If you weren't so irritated, you'd take a moment to appreciate how much you prefer it when he looks like this. Real and raw, like the current expression on his face rather than closed off and emotionless. "You came here on my arm, wearing my colour, like Tim's always fucking going on about. You... you're my..."

"Your what, Jason?" you ask, hysterically. You're almost yelling now, finally ready to snap at Jason's inability to share his thoughts with you. He stays silent, face going blank again, an indication that he's closing himself off to you. Your shoulders sag from exhaustion. "Come talk to me when you can give me an answer. I'm going home, I'll get Dick to give me a ride."

You don't wait for a response as you walk back into the venue. Thankfully, Dick is near the entrance and you don't have to subject yourself to too many stares before he takes you home. You don't glance at Jason on your way out.

4. when he asks for your help.

You're moping. You don't bother trying to deny it, but you're definitely moping around your apartment since your fight with Jason. You wake early every day and get dressed and study, but your movements are almost robotic in nature.

Dick has tried texting you a few times, but you've decided to just avoid looking at your phone, because it's the one Jason bought and it just makes you feel even worse. You aren't sure if Jason's tried contacting you, but your phone stops going off around the same time as Dick's evening patrol and you don't let yourself dwell on it further.

The two of you have never gone this long without speaking and aside from the pit of unease in your stomach as well as the sadness hanging over you like a dark cloud, you're also just bored. You have acquaintances from your nursing course, but no one close enough to do anything with this late at night.

Oh, well, you think to yourself, Chinese food and Grey's Anatomy for the second night in a row it is.

You take a quick shower, standing under the hot water for longer than necessary to let the time pass. Getting out, you change into your second pyjama set of the day, opting for a hoodie when you feel a chill in your room that wasn't there before.

You go to shut your bedroom window with a frown, not remembering why you opened it. The handle is stiff and you internally curse your landlord for still not fixing it as you finally succeed in shutting the damn thing after a particularly hard tug.

It shouldn't have taken that much energy out of you, but you're panting when you walk out of your bedroom to enter the living room so you can sit in front of the TV and order the takeout that you probably shouldn't be eating.

Before you can even attempt to regulate your breathing, you look up in the direction of your couch to find Jason sitting there in his Red Hood suit and slap a hand over your mouth to smother your shriek.

"Oh my God," you gasp, your free hand flailing out frantically to grasp the door frame in an attempt to steady yourself. The minute it takes for you to catch your breath is enough time to take in the state of the vigilante sitting in the dark of your living room.

You switch the light on and Jason winces at the sudden brightness, but you take the opportunity to give him a thorough once over. His dark hair is disheveled and falling into his eyes from hours of confinement in his helmet and he has a fresh bruise blossoming across his cheekbone.

You hardly ever use the main light, usually opting for a warm-toned lamp instead, so when the main light casts the cuts and scrapes on Jason's body in a harsher light, you want to turn it off even more.

Jason's eyes flutter shut for a second and you immediately rush forward to assess him for any injuries causing major blood loss. "Did you get stabbed?" you ask clinically, your voice void of any emotion. "Are you bleeding under your suit? You need to stay awake-"

"I'm fine," Jason mutters, opening his eyes to peer up at you through tired eyes. "I'm not bleeding or anything. Just wiped out from patrol."

You relax slightly, taking a step back to create some distance between the two of you. "Oh. You snuck through my window to tell me that you're tired?"

"Anyone could have snuck through that damn window," he says, brows furrowing in disapproval. He's been hassling you about the security of your apartment since you can remember and you usually wave him off, but in this moment you bristle.

"You don't get to be annoyed at me right now," you say, crossing your arms and glaring at him through narrowed eyes. "Why are you here, Jason?"

He grimaces at the use of his government name coming from you and takes a deep breath. "I haven't slept."

"So, go home and take a nap," you say, exasperated, letting your hands fall to your side as you're about to turn around and walk back into your room. Before you leave, you hear your Nursing teachers' voices in your head, reprimanding you and you sigh. "And you want to clean those cuts before they get infected."

"Could you do it for me?" Jason asks quietly, barely audible. His jaw clenches with the effort of asking you the question. "Please?"

You blink at him. "But, I- You've never..." you trail off, not knowing what to say. Jason has always refused to let anyone else patch him up after patrol. Hell, he's even learned how to do stitches on himself when you're the one learning how to do them for a living.

"I want... to let you look after me," he whispers, looking at you imploringly like you're going to refuse. Your irritation immediately melts into something else that you don't want to analyse any time soon.

"Oh," you exhale softly, heart twisting unwillingly. You nod slowly, words escaping you again. "Okay."

Jason's head flops back onto the couch cushion and he sighs like all of the tension is leaving his body. His hair covers his eyes, but you don't miss the dark circles under them, contrasting starkly with his skin, pale from exhaustion.

You consider letting him stay there, but you know it'll be easier in the bathroom where you keep all of your first aid supplies and the lighting is better for when you're practicing your techniques. "Come on. Up," you say, gesturing to the bathroom with a jerk of your head and you walk away, allowing him to come in his own time.

While you're digging through your bathroom cabinet for all the supplies you've haphazardly thrown in after using them, Jason slips in and you glance over at him quickly. "Sit down," you mutter, reaching up for the disinfectant. It sits on one of the higher shelves and you have to get on your tiptoes to reach it. Jason instinctively moves to help you but you shoo him away, managing to grasp it yourself. "Sit down."

"Yes, nurse," he huffs out a quiet laugh and you bite back a smile, opting to roll your eyes at him instead. Setting your supplies down behind Jason, you focus your attentions on unzipping his suit. The way his arms are resting limp in his lap tells you that he's not wanting to move anytime soon. You bring the zipper down yourself and pull off each sleeve cautiously, not wanting to rip the suit further where the torn fabric is clinging to the bloody cuts in his skin.

Once the suit is hanging loosely around his waist, you see from the black tank he's wearing that the cuts are localised to his now bare arms from where he's been defensive, whereas the fabric on his chest and abdomen are intact.

Jason's eyes track your face as you assess the extent of his injuries and when you lift your face to look at him, he's unabashed, continuing to look directly into your eyes. Your cheeks warm and you stutter out a sentence "I-I'll be right back, one sec."

You rush out of the bathroom and into your kitchen to pull open the freezer and scramble around for a bag of frozen anything. Settling on a bag of peas that you have no intention of cooking anytime soon, you hurry straight back to the bathroom.

Jason eyes the peas warily and you raise a brow, daring him to challenge you. When he stays silent, you move forward to shove the peas onto his cheek where the bruise is a darker red mark than before. He hisses when the icy bag makes contact with his face, flinching away from it.

"Ouch," he mumbles belatedly, giving you a sheepish smile when your mouth sets in a line. You should probably be gentler with him considering it's the first time he's allowing someone to physically care for him and it's you he's choosing to cross that boundary with. It's not like you want to scare him off so he never asks you again, but you can't help still being annoyed with him after your fight.

You sigh, trying to relax your face into a non-threatening expression. "Sorry. Keep it on your face to stop the swelling."

Jason grasps the bag slowly as you let go, letting his fingers brush over your own. You clear your throat and focus your attentions on the cotton pads, dousing them with disinfectant. Jason looks at you through one open eye, the other obscured by the bag of peas. "You shouldn't be the one apologising," he says, after a beat.

You purse your lips, bringing a cotton pad up to Jason's shoulder. "I know," you say simply before you press the disinfectant into one of the larger cuts, harder than probably necessary. Jason screws his eyes shut and works his jaw, but stays quiet. "Did that hurt?"

Jason shakes his head immediately, letting out a short breath he was holding. "Nope. Felt good actually. Kinda like a cooling effe- Shit," he hisses, tensing his arm. You think that's enough torture for now, instead continuing to gently wipe away the blood and dirt.

"I won't apologise about that one," you say, shrugging. Jason cracks a smile and you find yourself hiding one of your own as you clean off the other, smaller cuts and scrapes that don't need bandaging. "Are you hurt anywhere else? Promise I'll be nicer about it this time."

Jason shakes his head again, so you dispose of the cotton pads and get the band-aids, the only noise in the bathroom being the sound of you rummaging through your supplies. When you spot the choice of band-aids, you grin. "Pick one."

Surveying the two that you hold in your hand, Jason's gaze lingers on the dinosaur patterned band-aid, before flicking his eyes up to yours and raising an eyebrow. He points to the other one. "I'll take the Hello Kitty."

Your grin widens, knowing he's only choosing the pink Hello Kitty band-aid to appease you. You're certainly not going to challenge him about it as you carefully peel off the backing to stick it over his shoulder. Stepping back, you tilt your head to evaluate him and nod. "You look very pretty."

Jason smirks, but the slight blush creeping across the cheek that isn't covered by the frozen peas doesn't fool you. "Pretty enough for you to forgive me for being such an ass?"

"That depends." You take a tentative step towards him, crossing your arms. "Are you going to stop being stupid?"

Jason lowers his arm holding the bag of peas and places it behind him. With both hands, he reaches over to your arms, uncrossing them to bring you forward until you're standing close. He's so impossibly tall in your tiny bathroom that even standing up, you're only eye level with him as he sits on the closed toilet seat.

"I can't promise that I'll never be stupid in front of you again. You kind of have that effect on me," he says, sighing like it's some curse inflicted on him. You thwack his rock-solid arm and he grins. "I can promise I'll let you take care of me from now on, though. And that I'm going to stop lying to you."

"What?" you ask, eyebrows furrowing. You're even more confused when Jason places his hands around your waist to guide you onto his lap, both your legs hanging off one side of him. You raise both eyebrows expectantly, waiting for his answer, but he merely stares at you, smiling. "Jason. When have you lied to- mmph-"

He cuts you off by pressing your lips together in a kiss, one hand still holding yours, intertwining your fingers while the other tilts your chin up so he can kiss you deeper. You're a little slow on the uptake, frozen from shock for a second, but it isn't long until you're kissing him back just as eagerly. You shift in his lap, lifting one of your legs to swing over to his other side until you're straddling him and Jason takes a sharp inhale, sitting up straighter and pulling your body closer to his.

He pulls away for a millisecond, before his lips reattach to your jaw, travelling down to pepper soft kisses down your neck and you let out a noise halfway between a sigh and an embarrassing whimper. Jason groans at the sound, nipping at your neck and you feel like you can't breathe enough air.

He pulls away again to catch his own breath and you take the opportunity to come to your senses and lean back, gently pushing at Jason's chest. You breathe hard, trying to lift your gaze from Jason's swollen lips and he seems to be having a hard time looking away from your own.

"Jason," you say, voice shaky and uneven.

"Mhm?" he hums distractedly, pressing a soft kiss on your jaw before looking at you again.

"You kissed me," you point out, stupidly. "You really, really kissed me."

"I did," Jason murmurs, both hands cupping your face. He swallows, expression going from dazed to nervous before he speaks. "You asked me what you are to me before you left the other night."

You nod slowly, head still reeling from the kiss. Truthfully, you were willing to pretend the conversation never happened if you could go back to being friends again. You missed Jason.

"You're everything to me." Jason's shoulders are relaxed, his face free of tension as he says this. You're so shocked by the fact that he doesn't seem to be in pain as he opens himself up to you, that it takes a minute to process the actual meaning of his words. Your lips part but he shakes his head, continuing to speak. "You're everything. And sometimes I can't even think about that too much, let alone speak it, because I'm scared it'll consume me. I'm scared you'll consume me. The idea of compromising your safety, the idea of you loving me back, all of it. I'm... I was scared."

You lift your hand to place it over Jason's, still resting on your cheek. "That's okay. I can think and speak enough for the both of us," you tease and Jason laughs quietly, his breath tickling the inside of your wrist and sending a shiver down your spine. "You're everything to me as well, by the way. And sometimes all I can think about is loving you. I was just waiting for you to say it first."

Jason smiles and you think the corners of his lips lifting up and his eyes lighting up is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, each time blowing you away like it's the first time you've witnessed it. "Does that mean I lose? Kinda feels like I've won," he tilts his head, pretending to think about it.

"Oh, you've so lost," you furrow your brows in a mockingly serious frown. "And I'll be telling Tim as much."

Jason stills. "Please do not tell me that he bet you fifty dollars I'd confess first as well."

Your jaw drops. "That little bastard was playing both of us?"

You start laughing when Jason lets out an irritated groan, dropping his head onto your shoulder to bury his face in your shirt. You thread your hands in his hair and wrap an arm around his neck. He sighs, half content and half resigned. "I say we don't tell him for as long as we can get away with it. Live in peace for a while."

"We're talking about Tim here," you remind Jason, leaning back to lift his head and look at him. "I wouldn't be surprised if he already knew. And he'd literally never talk to you again if he knew we were hiding it after he finds out."

"I don't care," Jason says, lifting your hand to brush his lips over your knuckles. He leans back to run his eyes over your face, drinking you in like looking at you is a rare occurrence that he doesn't get the opportunity to do much. "You're all I need, anyway."

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 2 months

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Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: A little suggestive if you squint

Word Count: 1.2k words

You don't know how you allowed yourself to get manipulated into being a girlboss and moving out of your childhood home to live in your own apartment. While it was nice to have your own privacy and decorate your home however you liked, you realized just how many privileges you lost now that you weren't in the care of your parents.

There was no one there to make sure you woke up on time in the few cases where you slept through your alarm, no one that you could call on your way back from work to ask to switch on the water heater so you could take a steamy shower immediately.

You didn't have your mother's homecooked meals and you didn't have your father to pick you up snacks from the grocery store.

And one of the biggest thorns in your side was the reason you were dreading the entire day. Car maintenance. The auto shop was one of the most daunting places in your life as a girl who knew nothing about cars. Never once had you regretted not learning how to take care of your car or even the procedure required when you eventually take your car down to the auto shop.

But now standing in the hot and dusty garage, you were seriously rethinking your life choices. You should've scheduled these things for when your dad was visiting so you could ask him to take it instead. Or, even better, you should've gotten a boyfriend.

You were complaining in your head, dragging your feet about having to be here in the first place and whined about handing your car keys, with a bunch of adorable keychains attached to some rando.

But when Jason Todd, 6'2 man with biceps that were larger than your own head and a body that looked like he was shaped out of marble by Michelangelo himself walked out with a form for you to fill out, you were all too happy to be there.

Perhaps you'd be leaving here with a boyfriend after all.

"I have to admit, I don't really know much about cars so please don't scam me."

Jason chuckled, a deep, hoarse laugh that made you a little weak in the knees honestly and the boy-crazed fraction of your brain began to imagine how he would sound as soon as he woke up next to you, after a night of—

"A bit of advice, you probably don't want to let scammers know that you have no idea what they're talking about."

You giggled, scolding yourself mentally for finding that funny.

'Come on, (Y/N), pull yourself together it wasn't even that funny. His face is just great delivery.'

"Or I could keep coming here and have you check my car, since you're so trustworthy." You mused, sparing him a teasing smile.

Jason was completely picking up what you were putting down, giving you a coy smile of his own before responding, "Or perhaps this is just a tactic to get you to keep coming back."

You narrowed your eyes playfully, "Devious."

Looking back at his little clipboard, a thin metal rod of some kind tucked behind his ear instead of a pen, Jason asked, "When was the last time you got your car checked out? If your battery and brake pad was replaced recently, we could probably skip that and just do a routine check to make sure everything's running smoothly."

You winced, "I couldn't tell you, honestly. My dad usually handles this kinda stuff for me, I'm still kind of a new lamb when it comes to taking care of my car."

Jason raised his eyes from the clipboard for a second, "Your boyfriend can't do this kinda stuff for you instead?"

"I don't have a boyfriend."

He perked up immediately and you ducked your head to hide your smile, "I'm sure you probably have a record of it in your glovebox or something. Most places keep a little sticker with the date of your last service under the dash. I'll check it out for you, do you have somewhere to be, or do you have a couple minutes so I can make sure?"

You shook your head, shrugging your shoulders with a carefree smile, "It's my day off so I'm free as a bird."

He grinned, "Noted. Just give me a second."

You watched his back receding as he walked toward your car, shoulders looking like they could span the entire ocean and it was only when he was sat in the car and had turned on the engine did you whip out your phone at lightspeed.

"Ohmygosh Julie, I think I just met my future husband. Holy shit. He's so cute—gorgeous actually. He's working on my car right now and God, those arms, wow. And those eyes? God, I feel blessed just by looking at his face." The end of your message was interrupted by another mechanic running the engine.

You waited patiently for the sound of the engine to die before replaying the voice message so you could re-record the part that got cut off. Only you couldn't hear a thing.

Confused, you increased the volume, taking a sip from your coffee to soothe the inhumane squeal that you had let out while sending Julie the voice message. Once again you heard nothing.

You bit your lip at this, swiping down at the corner of your phone at access your control center and realizing the reason you couldn't hear anything was because it was connected to the Bluetooth on your car.

Wait.

THE CAR?!

You whipped around in horror only to find Jason smirking at you from the front seat of your car. If the world were fair, you'd be struck down with lightning right then and there. Or, since you were at an auto shop, a sentient car might run you over.

Alas, you continued to stand there in horror, completely unharmed no matter how badly you wished to be reduced to a puddle on the ground.

You called him your future husband. The ground should've swallowed you then and there. Instead, you just stood there in complete mortification and embarrassment while you stared at his amused expression.

Something startled him out of his gaze for a second and he pointed at your console, making a gesture like he was taking a call. Confused, you glanced at your phone.

'Incoming call: Julie'

Ah, saved by the bell.

"How much do I owe you?" You asked, quickly popping open your purse to fish out your credit card. You had stretched out the conversation with Julie as long as possible, begging her not to hang up and only interrupting her tangent when Jason finally came up to you, saying that your car was good to go.

"It's on the house." He gave you a charming grin, leaning an arm against the counter, "Can't have my future wife paying for anything, can I?"

Your cheeks flared red, still holding out your card for him to take, "O-Oh, I couldn't, really."

"If you insist, then you can always repay me with dinner. Today's your day off, right? Think you can pencil me in for 7?"

A shy smile grew on your face, your body so warm you had to resist fanning your burning cheeks, "Sounds like a plan."

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i-yap · 13 days

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Jason thoughts with reader

unlike dick, he NEEDS PDA. just hold onto his arm, hand , ( may make a post on this specifically if u guys want?) . will randomly come behind you and place his head on your shoulder and glare at whoever stole your attention from him. will make u sit on his lap, will makeout with you ( but will hide you from public view Ex. have u pressed against a wall while he kisses you his tall frame hiding you from view) Refuses to leave you even for a second, hates being with other people when u guys can just be alone together.

wants to do childish stuff with you or likes it when u make him do childish stuff. acting like kids in love, running around being free and happy and together . he never rlly had all that before meeting you .

stares...a lot. after a long crime fighting night he is sitting on the kitchen stool watching u make your morning coffee and he just feels so warm and in love ...its like chocking on sunshine. He gets so overwhelmed by it he just needs to look away for a second to pull himself together. He wont ever tell you why he is staring ..may make a stupid quip like " just wondering why your face so weird" " weren't you just quoting me poetry on how my face rivals heavens last night jay?" "no shutup ur delusional".

Which brings me to - playful roasting. oh god he will roast u all the time but you can always tell he is joking. has that stupid smirk and even a small stutter sometimes. Cause he wanted to tell you he loves when u hug him and it may just heal him but instead he says " Le-leave me you si-silly uh MONKEY..yea monkey" but he is holding you so tight and blushing like crazy.

doesn't sexually tease you, straight up says the most vulgar things very randomly like " damn this dressing table looks nice, we could get a mirror too so that I can see your tits as I fuck you from behind on this thing " at a home depot. does not care where you guys are. does not blush, does not smile its like he is straight up listing facts.

Jason blushes a lot . catch him off guard and he is red as a tomato

you guys seem to really prefer jason over dick and the other characters..sad sort of I like writing dick a lot .

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 months

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could I request randomly shouting “floor is lava!” In front of the batboys? I’m in the mood for a crack fic

It was a dreary day within the Wayne manor and everyone was bored out of their minds. Nothing they did was enough to cure the boredom they were subjected to that day.

However a day of hope appeared before them in the form of you bursting through the door, holding a unbothered Alfred the cat in one hand and a confused Jerry the Turkey in the other, screaming: ‘THE FLOOR IS LAVA!’

Dick is pushed to the floor and stepped on by a mysterious assailant but manages to get up and use his acrobatic skills -cheat skills as Jason would like to call them- to project himself upwards to the expensive chandelier and clung on for dear life.

He was 100% safe.

Smug bastard and his cheat codes -Jason Tood, certified older brother hater aka the younger sibling.

Jason pushed dick onto the floor and step onto his back, somehow trips and lands flat on his face against the carpeted flooring. However he quickly recovers by picking himself back up and bolts towards the curtains instead, where he tries to cling onto them for dear life as the sound of fabric slowly ripping could be heard by everyone.

Jason was on a time limit before he was sent plummeting back to the floor and towards his second death. 39% survival rate.

Damian is the first of the bunch to move into action as he -somehow- managed to grab Titus in a feet of hidden strength fueld by adrenaline, throwing the Great Dane over his shoulder, and still found it within himself to then clamber up the book shelves in the library where he stayed to watch the chaos below him like he was god.

The bookshelves are wooden, it was only a matter of time before he and Titus would have to change to a different location. 50% survival rate. Titus is a good puppy.

Tim shuts the computer, sets it aside and follows Jason’s example by lying down on the floor and awaits his fate with a blank expression. ‘My time has come.’

0% survival rate, instant death but Tim don’t give two shits, he’s lived long enough.

Duke: poor lad is freaking out trying to find a good spot and settles with standing on the table with the janky leg as he was forced to continuously fight for his balance atop of it.

He’s lost too many times just to loose again. He hates floor is lava with a vengeance. 50% survival rate if he doesn’t fall off and looses his fight with the table.

Stephane: the mastermind behind the whole ordeal, cackles as she stays lounging on the plush sofa, sipping her drink unbothered by the consequences to come through the door.

50% survival rate, may drop lower if she tries to reach for her phone that she had left on the table where Duke was. She hadn’t thought this whole thing through admittedly.

Bruce Wayne: heard the chaos and went to see what was happening and sighs upon seeing his children, plus you, practically having destroyed the library over a stupid game.

He’s too old for this shit but ends up showing all of you up either way by standing atop of the stone mantle piece of the fireplace, menacingly.

10000% survival rate bc it’s Bruce Wayne.

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strange-birb · 9 months

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Jason’s design……

Next time I’m going to go ham with platforms on him like 👀

Not really a design I app for him. I feel like he’s not gonna go all out he’s just vibing idk. He set the makeup being the most prominent thing. His theme is dead boi

He does actually have the scars but I figure paint them all glowey and no one questions it?

He has fun being the zombie on stage and watching his family squirm when they see him in all the makeup lol

Blue lips cold skin wrecked fingernails

Bruce would have an attack 🤣

I don’t really know what to do with Jason’s designs and I’m open to any ideas fr

Official secret band AU!!!

Steph is drummer. Tim singer. Jason guitarist

I’m debating adding another but it won’t be batfam 🤷‍♀️

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in-som-niyah · 3 months

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Attentive!Jason who feels you toss and turn away from him in the night, signalling that something was wrong. He didn't know what, but upon feeling you curl into a ball, holding your stomach, it clicked.

Attentive!Jason who turns on his side to pull you back into his chest, hoping the warmth would soothe you enough to go back to a deeper sleep. Sighing sadly, he realizes that this time might be worse than he thought.

Attentive!Jason who kisses your hairline and slowly untangles himself from you in order to get up. He goes and puts the kettle on, fills a glass of water and brings your painkillers of choice, making a mental note of buying you more the next time he's out.

Attentive!Jason who sets the glass and painkillers on your nightstand, then slowly makes his way back into bed. Gently, he wakes you with kisses and firm strokes on your back, soothing some of the ache.

Attentive!Jason who, upon gently waking you, helps you to the bathroom to get cleaned up and take a hot shower.

Attentive!Jason who kisses your lips every time you try and apologize for ruining the sheets followed by a "no more tears querida, just let me take care of you"

Attentive!Jason that fills up your hot water bottle and a cup of herbal tea with extra honey just how you like it, and brings both items back to your room. He wraps the hot water bottle in a thin, fuzzy blanket, as to not burn you.

Attentive!Jason who puts your towel and clean pyjamas in the dryer for 5 minutes to warm them up for you before you get out of the shower.

Attentive!Jason who helps dress you when your shower is done, but leaving you to do what you need to privately. He just wants you safe and comfortable.

Attentive!Jason that guides you back to bed, not in a smothering and demeaning way, but just to make things easier on your aching joints.

Attentive!Jason that bundles you up snugly after you finish your tea, and reads to you to help you fall back asleep. The painkillers seem to be working, and he knows his voice soothes you.

Attentive!Jason that kisses your forehead and presses the hot water bottle to your sore abdomen once you begin to stir again, in effort to ease the tension.

Attentive!Jason who will, no matter what time it is, get up to get what you need. This boy is so madly in love with you, nothing you could ever need is too much for him. It doesn't matter if he just came back from a gruelling patrol, a fight with Bruce, or recovering from his own ailments. Jason Loverboy Todd is going to bring you tea at 4am. No complaints. No questions asked.

Attentive!Jason who secretly researches new ways to help you when you're hurting, always wanting to learn and improve.

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a/n: answered this ask that disappeared for some reason???? it was from some general attentive!jason hcs when reader was on their period/cramping but i genuinely have no idea where it went....

anyways time for bed its 2am

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