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Broken Prism
Chapter 1
Fandom: Red Hood
Pairing: Jason Toddxfemale!Reader
Warnings: Some violence, Batman level of violence
Summary: Everyone sees the world in black and white until they meet their soulmate. Jason Todd assumed Gothamites didn't have souls let alone soulmates, so when he as Robin saves a girl from thugs attacking her school he is shocked when their eyes meet and the world is suddenly a vibrant rainbow. Before they can speak she passes out and he decides to keep her safe he has to watch from afar. Until he dies.
You saw Robin and you saw color. You knew it must be dangerous to be Robin so you let him stay away, hoping someday you could meet and at least hear his voice. Then, it's all black and white again and you mourn the loss of a soulmate you never knew.
A year later you wake up and the world is back in color. You are confused and frightened, not sure what is happening, but you know one thing, you accepted your soulmate hiding before, but now you would find him.
Notes: Hello! This Jason Todd fic is brought to you by the people see in black and white until they meet their soulmate. I thought how crazy it would drive someone to first know their soulmate is a masked vigilante, then they die and everything is back to black and white, and then its color again. That person would probably be obsessed with finding out what happened, why it happened, and who exactly their soulmate was to go off and die and then come back to life. I hope you enjoy! Comments/critiques always appreciated! PS. once again, my Jason Todd fancast is Lewis Tan (but also this GIF of baby Jason Todd brings a sweet tear to my eye)
The first day of high school could be a lot of things. The day you met a new friend, the day you get a lunch tray dropped on you, the day you have a mortifying wardrobe malfunction. What it shouldn't be was the day you almost die AND meet your soulmate. One or the other, not both. However, your life always seemed unnecessarily complicated so when a pair of armed thugs arrived, taking teachers hostage and diligently searching lockers and bags it shouldn't have surprised you. Honestly, it didn't surprise you when they found what they were looking for inside your backpack. You knew your foster dad was shady, shady enough to try and steal money from Two-Face and hide it in your bag like the coward he was. The minions took you, kicking and screaming, out a side door, dragging you by your hair. You tried to fight, swinging wildly and trying to pull away, yelping when you were yanked back easily.
"What are we taking her for? She's just some snot-nosed kid," one of the thugs said, looking around warily. "We don't have time to take a hostage, the Batman's out early today." The other minion scoffed, yanking again on your hair.
"I'm not scared of that psycho, and I want a new plaything, this one looks fun," he said. "A little young normally but she's filling out well." You felt sick rise in your throat at what he had planned for you. He pulled you ahead of the other attacker, letting him fall back to watch his back. You were rounding the side of the school towards the alley, certain you were going to horribly mutilated and murdered, when you swore you saw a shadow amidst the dumpsters.
Then you heard the other thug collapse, grunting. You tried to turn and look, worried that some other gang was coming to join the fun, but the one holding your hair threw you. Your head rocked against the brick wall of the school. You muttered out a curse as you sat down, starting to see black engulfing you, when you made contact with Robin. Before you lost consciousness you saw it, his eyes suddenly in full color, then you succumbed.
Gotham wasn't the place Jason thought he would find a soulmate. He didn't he'd ever see color in the world. Between the rich trying to buy, sell, or steal anything and everything their sick hearts' desired and the criminals who would kill you on sight just for fun he was surprised anyone, including himself, has a soul to begin with. So when black and white suddenly became color he froze, almost missing the fist coming for him face. Almost. His dodge was late, the thugs punch grazing his cheek, not enough to knock him down but enough that he felt pain in his jaw. He still recovered before the attack, throwing his own punch that was reinforced with black brass knuckles, landing true right to side of the thug's head, knocking the man down and out.
Batman looked at him, gaze dark. He dropped the other attacker on top of the first, grabbing the backpack and getting the money from it. They had been tracking this cash, needing it collected before the toxin that it was doused in caused anyone to start laughing. He promptly lit the stack on fire, making sure it burned to ash, while Jason picked up the girl and took her out of the alley, nearer to the school. He waved down the GCPD that was there and saw two officers come running, waving for an ambulance to follow them down the street. He took one more glance at her, his soulmate, before going back to the alley. Batman motioned to the building next to them and Jason followed, grappling to the roof and landing just after Batman, knowing he was going to get chewed out for at least two things.
"Brass knuckles Robin?" Batman asked. "Those are something you aren't able to use properly yet." Jason glared, but bit his tongue. Better a tongue lashing now than extra training drills in the evening. "And what happened back there? You hesitated, that isn't like you." Jason didn't answer again. The last thing he needed was Batman knowing that the world wasn't in shades of gray for Jason anymore. He could see the red of the bricks of the school, he had seen the brown in your eyes, and the auburn of your hair. He had no idea what these colors were actually called, he would have to borrow the flashcards Dick had bought when he'd met Barbara. "Start talking Robin."
"The brass knuckles are helpful, I didn't need to use more energy to take out that guy who is literally twice my size," he said. He hated to remember that while Batman was fully grown, in his mid-30s, and the peak of his physical self, Jason was still just 16, a little scrawny despite his weight training, and maybe had some growing to do. "And I don't know why I hesitated, maybe it was seeing a kid my own age almost getting her head smashed in." He was watching the EMTs carting her to the ambulance. He felt the need to follow them, make sure she was safe. He wanted to find her tomorrow and talk to her, hear what she sounded like when she wasn't screaming. Batman watched Jason as he watched the girl they saved. Something was up, but he wasn't sure what. They weren't in an area of town that Jason had ever lived, nor did he go there when he wasn't Robin so he didn't know the girl. He would have to keep an eye on his sidekick. For now he just told him to go home. He would do one last sweep of the city and make sure the tainted cash was all collected and destroyed.
Jason should have gone back to the manor, but instead he followed the ambulance to Gotham General, perching on the roof. He watched them drive inside and wished he had a change of clothes, he could at least sneak in easier. He moved to the access stairs and headed down, keeping to the quieter hallways and stairwells until he was able to find her. She was still unconscious, though it looked medicinal now. He stared at her, memorizing her face, counting every freckle, watching her chest go up and down as she slept. He heard voices in the hallway and looked back at her for a moment, silently promising her that she would safe from now on, he would make sure of it. He disappeared into a vent, heading back outside and starting back towards the manor. After about three blocks he knew that Nightwing had found him, so he stopped, waiting for his big brother to catch up.
"Batman wanted me to keep track of you little bird," Nightwing said. Jason rolled his eyes at the name but didn't say anything. It secretly made him feel special, hearing his brother call him a nickname. "So who was the girl?" It figures he had seen him in the hospital room.
"We just saved her from some of Two-Faces bitches at Gotham North high school," he said. "The asshole threw her into a wall, I looked at her and her eyes, they're the most beautiful color I've ever seen." Nightwing's eyebrows got high enough that Jason saw them peeking out of his mask.
"Going to need those flashcards, did you tell Batman?" Nightwing asked. Jason shook his head. "I get it, but he should know..."
"No Dick," Jason said. He knew that Batman would have him running laps around the grounds until he collapsed if he heard Jason calling Dick by his mortal name, but right now he needed his brother to understand how serious he was. Jason didn't want Batman to know, didn't need Batman or Bruce Wayne worrying about him, about what finding his soulmate might do to him. He would be considered a liability, too young to handle the responsibility, balance the need to see her, to protect her, with the need to keep Gotham safe. Dick had already been Nightwing when Barbara had come along, Bruce had simply told him to not let the soulmate urges distract him, and that had been enough. Jason was younger, more reckless, more unpredictable and Bruce would be waiting for him to screw up, another thing to add to the list of things Jason didn't do as well as Dick with.
"He will figure it out," Dick said. Jason stood up and shook his head, grappling away, wanting to get back home and get a shower before patrol tonight. He needed to think.
You started learning the names of colors as soon as you got home. It was amazing, seeing everything the world had to offer, so much beauty and so bright. But nothing could drive the image of Robin's eyes out of your mind. You knew that he probably hadn't come back to see you again because he was Robin. No one knew who Batman, Robin, or Nightwing were and despite being soulmates its not like he knew you, knew he could trust you. So you went about your life, telling only your closest friends that you had a soulmate. They of course questioned you on who it was but you said that it was a quick glance, no names exchanged, no phone numbers, nothing, so you weren't sure how to find him. They had plenty of suggestions that you pretended to entertain but you knew it was useless, if Robin didn't want you to know him then you wouldn't. You would gaze at every boy with dark hair and brown eyes you came across, at school, at the arcade, the library, your job at Big Belly Burger, everywhere, just trying to find someone who's eyes matched his. You never found him. Then everything changed.
It was evening, you were sitting in your room, watching a movie, once again marveling about the colors in the mountains as the camera swept over the scenery. Your new foster parents didn't understand your fascination with nature documentaries but you didn't want to tell about Robin, they would be worried you were crazy and send you back to the group home and you didn't want to be there ever again. The documentary was just changing to the ocean, your favorite part, when suddenly the world went back to black and white. Your breath stopped, eyes getting wide. You blinked once, twice, three times, but it stayed black and white. You stood, wanting to run out the door, find Robin, but you couldn't, you had no idea where he might be. You knew what had happened, the world only went back to black and white when your soulmate died. You couldn't believe this. You'd never even heard his voice and now you never would. You collapsed on your floor, tears streaming down at the future you had been imagining, all of it crashing down around you. Your parents found you like this, inconsolable, and despite not wanting to go back to the group home that's where you were taken a few days later, the world still dull and gray.
You spent the next year in gray, unable to bring yourself back to the person you had been before. You bounced around homes, therapy seeming useless for you, new parents not sure how to draw you out of your depression. Your friends told you about support groups for people who lost their soulmates, people who could help you recover, but you didn't want to. You wanted to hear his voice, feels his hand, know what his name was. It wasn't fair, nothing in your life seemed fair. You went to bed every night with dried tears on your cheeks.
Until, one day, you woke up, and the color was back.
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The Better Robin, the better lover.
Pairings: Batfam x batsis, batsis x Roy Harper
summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and the Batbros are fighting over who is most likely to get a flower arrangement.
warning: fighting, mentions of death.
a/n: And the Cupids Fourteen love stories continue. Hope you guys are enjoying the series! Lots of love
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Dick Grayson walked down the stairs in the Wayne Manor heading towards the kitchen to sneak some snacks but his little trip stop when he spotted a beautiful flower arrangement neatly placed on the kitchen counter. Before he had time to pick the card of the flowers his actions where interrupted by Jason Todd entering the room.
“Don’t get near my flowers” he said emphasizing on my flowers.
“Your flowers? Who even got you flowers?” He said inspecting him up and down.
“ I have many lovers, Grayson. So they obviously sent me flowers. Now keep your dirty hands off it” Jason exclaimed, slapping his hand away.
“You can’t just assume these flowers are yours. It’s obvious that the flowers are for me, they are literally f/f, my favorite flowers. So I highly doubt that those flowers are for you. Now step aside and let me thank the person who got me those”
“Answer me this Dick, when have you had a stable relationship that your partner would send you flowers? Exactly, now move”
“Why do you find the need to offend me? I’m not the one that had commitment issues, look at yourself ” Dick said looking at Jason knowingly.
“Die and then you can judge my commitment choices” He muttered, pushing him slightly.
“I already did, asshole. That’s why I’m judging, you can’t use getting brutally murder as an excuse for everything, ” Dick said, pointing his chest several times.
“Dick, listen to what you just said because right now you’re really living up to your name” he said even louder face to face to him slapping his hand away.
“My names not Dick you ass. It’s Richard so joke on you” he said pushing him back. Both of them started pushing each other back and forth each time being harder.
“Oh! They look beautiful” Tim Drake said entering the frame and pushing past his brothers to look at the flowers.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Jason and Dick said at the same time looking down at their brother. Tim turned around to them, glaring at them.
“Please, Jason. I don’t want to get personal but you never leave this house and if you do, it’s for your vigilante bullshit so they wouldn’t know you live here and you, none of your situation ships are giving you such expensive flowers so move and keep on walking” Tim said smelling the flowers leaving two angry guys to stare him down.
“I’m sorry that you are so in love with your little boyfriend. But you literally couldn’t say it better, they are too expensive for you boyfriend to buy it” Dick responded.
“Are you trying to assume my boyfriend is poor?” Tim said, turning towards him.
“You said it not us” Jason responded, making Tim yell at him. The three of them yelled at each other making a huge ruckus. Bruce passed by watching them fight which made him quickly turn around back to his room. A few minutes later Roy Harper walked into the kitchen standing near the three boys.
“Guys?” Roy said but none of them answered after a few minutes of trying to get their attention.
“What!” The three of the yelled at Roy.
“Why are you guys fighting right now?” Roy asked separating them.
“We are trying to figure out who got us these flowers” Dick responded agitated, looking at him.
“Oh, that’s what this is about? Easy, I got the flowers” Roy responded with a shrug.
“See! I told you guys it was mine! Thank you so much Roy” Jason responded, giving him a side hug.
“You’re welcome? But just so you know this isn’t for you” Roy responded confused.
“What?!” Jason exclaimed, pushing Roy out of the hug.
“Ha! I knew you would eventually come through” Dick said, hugging Roy.
“It wasn’t for you either, Dick” he muttered.
“You disappoint me, Harper” Dick said, letting him go.
“I’m flattered Roy” Tim said walking towards him to walk him but before he did Roy spoke.
“Guys, it’s not for any of you guys. Did you even read the card?” Roy asked, looking at the trio. All three of them shook their heads, not making Roy roll his eyes.
“Well for who isn’t then?” Tim asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Oh, hi Roy!! I just wanted to thank you for the gifts” Y/n said walking in with chocolate covered strawberries in her hand.
“Y/n?!?” The trio exclaimed looking between the pair. Roy quickly blushed covering his face.
“What?” She asked, confused taking a bite of the chocolate covered strawberries.
“The flower arrangements are for you?” Dick asked, raising an eyebrow.
“The flowers, the chocolate covered strawberries and the plushies are for me, why?” She said looking at her brothers.
“I just can’t believe you and him or even better, you with anyone” Tim said looking at the flowers.
“What can I say, I got the romantic genes in our family” She said winking at them.
“You did not” Jason glared at her.
“I’m the only one that got a gift, so..” she said with a laugh making them roll their eyes.
“Just wait until you read the card” Roy responded with a small smirk. The three of them leaned into the flowers picking out the card reading the little note. All three of them angrily gasped at what they read.
“To the better Robin! That’s just insulting”
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Protective (J.T x F!Reader) P.T2
Here you go @p4inis . The (not so) long awaited sequel to Protective. I didn't do any actual smut this time around but if anyone wants to see some send me a request!
WARNINGS: Sexual innuendos, allusions to smut, Jason Todd being the best boyfriend ever, Alcohol, Smoking, Cussin, SEXUAL HARRASMENT, Reader gets slapped on the ass, Misogny, R@pe culture, violence, jason punches a POS, Jason definitly has a daddy kink....
"That's much better."
“Oh is it now?” He teases. Jason walks into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet lid. “Honestly I thought the first one was better.”
“Oh really?” you saw, pulling out your foundation, highlighter and concealer. You pull the beauty blender out of the drawer as well. Turning on the sink, you wet the beauty blender with lukewarm water.
“Oh absolutely babes.” Jason pulls out a lipstick and your eyeshadow pallet. “I say you go with a classic red lip tonight.”
“You want red lips too mister?” You say, taking the back of the beauty blender to apply the three pumps of foundation you put on the back of your hand. Blending it out you say “If not I'd put that lipstick back babes.”
“Why.” he says, looking at the packaging of the tube, trying to see if there is some sort of marking that says he would get red lips too. During this time you open your concealer and use the wand to apply the product.
“That lipstick transfers like a motherfucker. Get the liquid lipstick in there. The Huda Beauty one.” you blend the concealer out with the tip of the sponge, making sure to get under your eyes as well.
“This ones the one I bought you for our anniversary right?” he asks. Pulling out the tube from the drawer, he places it on the counter.
“Yeah. The one you claimed was, and I quote, ‘way too damn expensive’.” Placing the cap back on the contour stick you take the other side of the beauty blender to blend the product out. “Can you get me my setting powder and brush?”
“Yeah.” Jason reaches into the drawer once more, this time returning with the products you asked for. “God that fucking lipstick was way to damn expensive though.” he places hte items next to the lipstick.
“Yeah 20 fucking dollars was way to damn much for someting i barely ever have the occasion to wear.” you pick up the setting powder and grab the powder puff inside, baking below your eyes, between your eyebrows, over your nose, on your chin and in the center of your forehead. “I’m honestly surprised you bought it for me in the first place. I was joking about needing it.”
“Shit, really?” he laughs
“Yeah. I wasn't even really expecting you to even remember I said something about it.”
“I'm honestly so hurt that you think I don't remember stuff like that.” Jason places a hand over his heart, pretending as if he was shot in the chest. “I literally read and annotate books for you.”
“True.”You grab the pallet out of Jason's lap and grab two brushes out of the drawer. “But it was so menial and we were watching tv.” You open the eyeshadow and grab the fluffy brush and get some of a light brown on it, blending it out all over your eye.
“I have entire notes on my phone filled with things you say you like or want.”
“Really?” You ask, now grabbing a darker brown to blend into your outer corner.
“Oh yeah. I'm constantly adding shit to them. Like the Baby Yoda Squishmallow we saw at Costco last week.” he says. He remembers how your eyes lit up when you saw the massive plushie. The way you would stare at it every time you passed by once or twice trying to subtly touch the plush.
“Oh my fucking god, I didnt even say anything about that though! How do you know about that?” lastly you take a small brush with some black eyeshadow and place it directly on your waterline, lashline and in a general wing shape, before blending it out.
“I can read you like a book my love.” Jason look s at you with admiration. Watching as you pull your eyeliner out of the drawer and draw near perfect wings on your eyes. “And god help me if you aren't my most favorite thing i've ever read.”
“You are just the sweetest Jason Todd.” You look over at him. He's sitting there staring at you, watching you with all the admiration in the world. “God I love you Jase.” You say as you lean in to kiss him on the lips.
“I love you too, princess.” he says. Turning away from him with a smile, you grab the lipstick, applying a layer of the red liquid to your lips. “You look so kissable right now. God, I love your lips.” you look over at him and give him a slight smile.
“And I love the taste that comes out of both sets.” he says with a smirk.
“Jason!” you turn around blushing. You grab your eyebrow pencil and begin filling in the shapes. “What did I say? If you keep it in your pants all night i'll let you do whatever you want with me when we get home.”
“Don't have to tell me twice.” he stands up. “Imma go start the car and get a blunt rolled. I left the jacket on your bed.”
“Okay i'll be down in just a minute.” you respond. You grab your eyelash curler and make a few quick passes on both eyes, before grabbing the mascara and applying two coats.
You throw everything back into the drawer and grab your lipstick and the necklace you left on the counter. Walking into your closet, you grab a pair of silver heels You had bought a couple of years back. Grabbing the jacket Jason left on your bed, you grab your keys, turn off the lights, and lock up the apartment.
The Galla is loud and boisterous. Dozens of people from Gotham are here, mostly upper class old white men and their families, but a decent amount of paparazzi and the Wayne Scholars.
“I forget how fucking annoying these things are.” Jason complains. He lightly pulls on his tie, loosening it slightly to alleviate some of the pressure.
“You also don't like a majority of people.” you respond.
The night had been fun so far. Once you had arrived at the party, Jason dropped the keys to one of Bruces’ Rolls Royces’ with the valet and ushered you inside, past the blinding flashing lights of the cameras.
When you both finally made it inside you had quickly done the obligatory meet and greet with at least 15 people and quickly shuffled off towards the bar. There Jason had gotten himself a Whiskey on the rocks and you a tequila Martini.
Now, both of you hid in the northern corner of the room, at a small table nursing your drinks. “You don’t care for most people either sweetheart.”
“True, but I'm better at hiding it than you.” you take the last sip of your martini and stand from your chair. “I'm gonna go get myself a margarita. I'll be right back, baby.” You leave a small peck on his cheek before making your way over to the bar.
“What can I get for you Mrs. Todd?” Alex joked. You had known Alex for years, having gone to highschool with him and even having scored the leading parts in your school's play during your guys’ senior year.
“A strawberry margarita please Alex.” you smile at him.
“Coming right up babes.” Alex winks at you. His affection had never been anything more than friendly. Alex had come out to you as AroAce in your sophomore year.
You had allowed yourself to get lost in memories of the past before a voice cut your train of thought short.
“Hey pretty lady. Are you here alone?” The voice was gravely and hoarse, tainted with decades of life.
“No actually. I'm here with my boyfriend.” You respond. You shift in your seat, trying to put as much distance between you two as possible without being seen as rude.
“He couldn't take care of you like I could.” The man places his hand on your thigh, Slowly inching it upward. “I could take care of you in ways you could never imagine.”
“Here’s your margarita Mrs. Todd.” Alex says sliding the glass towards you, making direct eye contact with the old man next to you.
“Todd? You're here with Wayne's Son?” The man asks.
“Yeah, I thought it would be obvious with the leather jacket but I guess not.” You snark back. You stand up and turn around to walk back to Jason when you feel something small and sharp hit your ass.
“Fucking excuse me?” You look up to see Jason standing right behind you. “What the fuck do you think gives you the right to touch someone else like that huh?” Jason lightly pushes you to the side as to put him right in front of the grimey old man.
“She was asking for it wearing a dress like that.” Jason clenches his fists at the comment.
“I'm sorry, what now?” Jason asks. Jason starts to stand taller, shifting his weight and getting closer to the man now. The interaction quickly gained a crowd of paparazzi and Guests alike.
You softly grab Jason's right hand, holding it between yours and rubbing small patterns on back. “Baby leave him. He's just an ignorant old man. He-”
“He Fucking touched you, the ugly ass fossil deserves to be beat to a pulp.” Jason seethes. The man visibly grows angry at the disrespect.
“Who you calling old, brat?” The man now stands up, barley coming up to jason's nose.
“You. So step off or this will get ugly.” Jason warns, pulling you behind him, now holding your hands with his left. Jason puffs up bigger, trying to intimidate the man into fucking off.
“If she wants to dress like a prostitute then she will be treated like one. She deserves everything I did to her the Whor-” The man didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence before Jason punches him square in the nose. The punch breaks the geezer's nose as well as knocking him out cold.
“Come on baby. Let's get out of here.” you pull jason along, pulling him out the back of the venue, towards the parking lot the valets were using. “Let's go home please.”
“When we get outside, take your heels off and jump on my back.” Jason instructs.
“Yes, sir.” You respond. Jason lets a small ‘fuck’ out before just picking you up bridal style and kicking the door open. Jason proceeds to run towards the elevator spamming the button for the basement, where Bruce leaves some of his extra civilian cars.
“You're taking one of Bruce's?”
“It's faster than trying to track down the damn valet with my keys.” He responds. When Jason gets to the audi R8 he opens the passenger side door and sets you down gently before closing the door and running around towards the drivers side.
“Take me home, Jase.” You say when he starts the engine.
“Anything for my princess.”
When you finally arrive back at your apartment, Jason pushes you up against the wall in the entrance way.both hands on your waist “Did that bastard hurt you?”
“No sir. I'm okay.” You respond, Jason pulls his left hand from your hip and places it on your neck, applying a small amount of pressure.
“Stop fucking calling me that or ill ruin you here and now.” Jasons’ pupils are blown wide, his hands shaking slightly and the bulge in his pants grows more noticeable by the second.
“What, are you gonna punish me?” You tease. Jason tightens his grip on your throat. He shoves your legs apart with his knee and places it right up against your clit.
“I said dont fucking try me princess.” You giggle a bit before he speaks again. “Im not in the fucking mood so dont.”
“Or what? You gonna ruin me?” Jason pushes his knee up, pushing it harder against your pussy
“That can be arranged,” he whispers. His whole body is shaking at this point, the mix of the adrenaline and the pure lust he feels clouding his mind.
“Then ruin me daddy.”
Those four words spark something in Jason and before you know it, you're being thrown over his shoulder and tossed on your bed.
“Just remember princess, you asked for this.”
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sleepy lovers (jason todd imagine)
pairing: jason todd x reader
summary: jason comes back tired, and what better sight to be greeted with than your beloved waiting for you?
word count: 313
pronouns used: gender neutral (they/them)
author’s note: sooo, hello! Im Zee, and this is my first time posting something i wrote and im gonna confess im a bit nervous about how it turned out. English is not my first language, so i apologize for any mistakes i might made. I hope you like it, and i would love some opinions on it :)) I decided to start doing something simple with Jay, but im also planning on writing for others characters not only from the batfam, but from various fandoms as well. Also, feel free to ask anything!
He felt a strong pain on his shoulders. Feet aching from standing for so long. Knuckles bruised from the constant punches thrown at others. The night seemed endless when all he wanted was to get comfortable in the warmth of his bed.
Jason just wanted to rest.
He was so tired that he swore he could sleep at this very moment, even though his clothes were scattered with dry blood and different cuts.
He quietly enters the shared apartment, puts both his helmet and jacket next to the couch. He realizes there is something, or rather someone, resting on it, with a blanket loosely wrapped around them. They have their eyes closed, and mouth slightly opened, body completely curled up, trying to bring some more warmth.
Jason's expression instantly softens and a small smile makes its way to his mouth. He said tons of times how even if he appreciates their effort of staying up until late, he feels guilty for it.
He takes his significant other from the couch, paying attention to not wake them up. He puts them in their shared bed, get close to their forehead, and softly kisses the skin.
He pulls away and goes straight to the bathroom. He doesn’t take too long in there, quickly takes his shower, and comes back in a sweatpants, drying his hair with a towel. After he is done, he goes back to the bedroom and finally lays on the bed he so badly craved for.
The moment he gets comfortable on the bed, the body next to him stirs a bit, and its as if they feel his presence and get closer to him. Jason wastes no time in hugging them, realizing they are still asleep. He secures them in his strong hold and kisses the top of their head, closing his own eyes, and getting the very sleep he deserved.
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Mrs. Officer [M]
A/N: This is like the second smut I've written this month and I'm honestly not ashamed of thirsting over this man...even though I should be (ToT) Anyways, as always, enjoy;)
Word count: 3,156
Summary: Red Hood has some fun with the officer he’s had his eyes on.
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Time: 2:37am
Location: Upper West Gotham
Lighting struck down, thunder following suit as the GCPD shook from external tension.
Your arms were placed above your head, wrists clamped with silver cuffs that thwacked against the cold brick wall rather noisily. Shaking your head in irritation, you cursed yourself, realizing what a mistake it was to give the notorious Red Hood a bag of so called chips he wanted from the vending machine. He had tricked you as soon as you had stepped into his jail cell, restricting your arms with your own cuffs and backing you against the cold, hard wall.
How could you have been so foolish?
Everything occurred so quickly, you almost couldn't process it.
Nonetheless, you attempted pulling, -tugging-, do anything to free your pinned wrists, but it was no use.
Even if you did free yourself, you probably still wouldn't have left. You knew you wanted him badly. And quite frankly, the outlaw knew it too.
Oh, the many days you spent on your lonesome, playing with yourself in bed with your mind high off the thought of him, and him only.
He wasn't any good for you, especially when you represented security and protection to gothamites, and he represented fear alongside intimidation to blood thirsty criminals. Yet, at the back of your mind, you knew that you wanted him to taint and tarnish every inch of you.
A thick, playful chuckle caught your attention, dragging your eyes back towards the attractive, yet menacing vigilante who towered directly over your shifting form. Your gaze narrowed as he crossed his arms, biceps flexing from the simple small gesture. A few scratches scattered over his typical attire, some barely grazing the sharp features of his face,
"You know sweetheart",
he taunted smoothly, providing an answer to your unasked question, "I could've escaped whenever I wanted to. But, I didn't. Because," stray, messy strands of black hair tumbled over his brows as he neared, looming over you in a threatening, yet sensual, manner, "I wanted you for myself" he whispered huskily, voice effortlessly dropping down an octave.
Your heart pounded against your chest, attempting to break free of its own restraints. You swallowed thickly, squishing your body further into the cold wall behind. The rational,-police officer-, side of you forced you to back away, in fear of losing your job and every single accomplishment you had achieved. However, the erratic,-bad girl-, side of you wanted to get closer, let him mark you as his own. God, your legs even trembled at the simple thought, growing even weaker from the extended period you had been standing.
For months on end you had gotten to know the vigilante, -through numerous arrests-, and as a result, a connection emitted between the two of you, -followed by of course-, sexual tension.
His large, gloved hands hovered over the zipper of your navy jacket, suggestively tracing the curve of your waist,
"Do you want me to touch you?", he questioned, making no mistake to earn your approval. You begrudgingly nodded, feeling as satisfaction and cockiness radiated from him.
He hungrily unzipped the middle of your uniform, gradually revealing the tight-fitting black lace bra that held up your full, tender breasts. The gun wedged firmly between them only did more to enrapt him,
"Fuckin shit, officer", he eyed the pistol, the muderous mechanism contrasting sharply against your lovely, plump busts,
"You're making me so damn hard",
You swung your head to the side in embarrassment, flush already crawling over your neck and cheeks. For so long, you had fantasized over his gloved hands, wanting to feel the firm and tight hold he kept on his guns, on your chest, and now, you would finally get to perceive what you had anticipated.
Yet, with that being said, denial was something you wanted to continue pursuing, but, you knew deep down it was only to mask the true desire you yearned for.
For the next few heated seconds, you reluctantly avoided his gaze, watching as he urgently pulled the gun from your bra and tossed it aside, no longer targeting it as a prime objective. Instead, he made sure your eyes met with his again as he focused attentively on your bare, vulnerable breasts, enthralled by their beauty.
His large, calloused hands laid themselves down against your waist once more, toying with the zipper that rested just below your belly button. You automatically clenched your legs together, attempting to dull the chilly sensation his hands sent straight to your drenched core.
It was your duty to stop the outlaw, yet here you were, resisting the urge to do so and accepting his sexual touches with open arms. The corners of the vigilante's mouth quirked up at your reaction, compelling him to roughly cup your right breast and harshly tug on a taut, covered nipple, obtaining a soft whimper from you in the process,
"You wanted this, didn't you, officer (L/N)?", his hands sharply tugged the rest of the bra below your busts, exposing your ample breasts to the cold air. You bit your lip in anguish, resisting the fiery urge to arch your body into his,
"You wanted me to fuck you", he rasped, pupils blown wide with want. Cupping your cheek assertively, his lips crashed animalistically against yours, teeth clashing within the process. You gave no second thought to your morals as you melted into it, hazy eyes fluttering closed.
After momentarily relishing the savory taste he provided, he abruptly pulled away from your swollen lips, almost as if he were punishing you for your lack of confirmation before opting on nipping and abusing the skin below your earlobe,
"I want an answer, doll. Tell me how badly you wanted me to fuck you",
You bit your lip, stubbornly shaking your head in denial,
"N-no. You're w-wrong. I-", a hand made its way over to your chin, gently tugging you towards him, "Am I though?", he whispered wantonly, the hot air traveling over your ear and down the crook of your neck, "All that time you flirted with me and teased me with that cute little ass", you pursued your lips as he suddenly leaned down, wet lips latching around a hard, swollen nipple. You sucked in a breath, digging your nails into the palms of your binded wrists. His teeth occasionally grazed the taut bud, allowing combinations of pain and pleasure to pulsate through your veins,
"You didn't want me, to touch you?", the outlaw looked up at you through his lashes as he suckled down, swirling his tongue over the nipple every few seconds, "I've seen the way you look at me, doll. With want, adoration", he pulled away from your breasts with a loud, smacking sound, his hands replacing his mouth as they tugged, pulled and squeezed your soft mounds, "Lust", he spoke sharply, icy blue eyes staring into your face once you finally submitted into him, your facade breaking into a contortion of pleasure. The vigilante's lips pulled up at the reaction he received, honored that he got to see you that way. A soft, airy moan fell from your lips, followed by a helpless whimper as he continued touching you in ways that no criminal should ever touch an officer,
"Y-yes", you finally admitted, squirming from underneath his strong, muscular form,
"I w-wanted Red Hood to fuck m-me",
Upon hearing your rather submissive affirmation, his lips messily, and sloppily, kissed the soft skin of your neck, a few nips and tugs marking your skin flush with deep purples and reds, "attagirl.", he murmured lecherously, perspiration easily setting a thin layer across your entire body, "You sound so fuckin hot, officer", you furrowed your brows in disdain at his faint mockery of your title. Just as you opened your mouth to retort, a desperate whine pulled through you as he lowered to his knees, nipping and kissing the little trail from your stomach to your panties, your pants long discarded. Just when you thought he couldn't turn you on anymore, he roughly tugged your hips forward before pushing your soft thighs apart, presenting himself with a clear view of your soaking cunt. His mouth came hot and harsh on your inner thighs, tongue tasting the slick skin. Bringing a finger up, he slowly swiped at your slit through your underwear, leaving you a whimpering, whining mess,
"You're so fuckin wet, baby doll", the vigilante gave you lopsided smirk, openly and suggestively, licking the moist digit. You moaned softly at the sight, further watching as his calloused hands feverishly tugged your panties down your smooth legs,
"A-ah",
He chuckled lowly, watching the way your cheeks darkened in elation. The vigilante seemed to enjoy breaking your walls down, and forcing you to reveal how much you've wanted him.
You couldn't resist him. And he couldn't resist you.
Upon hearing the soft noises you began to emit rather loosely, he groaned heatedly, incredibly turned on by your sweet voice. Rising to his full height, he pulled his cock out from between his trousers, giving it one hard tug before bucking his hips froward in agony. You marveled at the sight of his thickly veined length, lips puckering in anticipation. He simply stood for a moment, almost as if he were proudly allowing you to get a good glimpse, before openly pumping the pulsating head of his cock with a tight fist, all the while looking down at you with dark, hooded eyes. Blush further flooded your cheeks when he flashed you a seductive smirk, simultaneously licked his lips hungrily. As if he couldn't take the pain you caused him anymore, he grabbed your legs greedily, wrapping them around his hips as he guided his cock closer to your soaking slit.
"Do you want my cock, princess?", he licked your ear, sending a sizzling shiver down your spine, "Do you want me to pound you against this wall?", you panted, needily pushing your hips closer to his for some friction. Using your arms, you fervently looped them over his head, tightly clinging to his neck for dear life. The vigilante smirked against your skin, gently backing away before guiding his cock closer by just a smudge.
What a tease,
"Y-yes.", you whimpered desperately, the facade you had originally put on, long gone,
"P-please fuck me. I need your cock inside of me", you begged sweetly, lips swollen and glistening. Your thighs trembled, slick already collecting on either side,
"Dammit, (Y/n)", he cursed, jaw clenched with thirst as he used your name for the first time that evening,
"You look so beautiful like this"
He smacked your ass harshly, leaving the skin a deep throbbing red. You moaned from the coursing pain, feeling as your juices dripped from your cunt. Furrowing his brows in concentration, he leaned his forehead against yours, nudging the swollen head of his cock with your tight entrance. Pre-cum promptly collected at your folds from the action, forcing you to mewl, writh, and arch your back impatiently. Gritting his teeth, he slowly pushed his entire length inside of you, overwhelming your cunt with the stretch you desperately starved for,
"Shit, princess. You feel so tight around my cock", he nipped at your lip blissfully, artic eyes boring into yours. Excitement raced through your veins at the one single look he threw your way, propelling your impulse. A loud moan sweetly spewed from your mouth, echoing across the cell as he fully nudged your tight walls apart, cock snug deep between your legs. Giving one long thrust, he pulled back, leaving your heart to weigh with longing for a split second before deliciously burrowing the hilt of his cock back into your cunt. You cried out lustfully, carelessly throwing your head back against the wall as he powerfully, and skillfully, prodded your slick entrance,
"J-Jason", you whimpered out, long-drawn out moans following suit as your thighs trembled from the convulsions happening within,
"Don't s-stop",
Hot, heavy pants traveled over your chest once he captured a swollen nipple back into his mouth, tongue ravaging the sweet little bud. Your hands mindlessly knotted themselves within his disheveled hair as you grinded on his cock, maximizing the pleasure. Consequently, the vigilante growled sexily against your ear, quickening his pace,
"You like being a bad girl, huh?", Jason grunted, firmly pressing his broad, emblem covered chest flush against your perked breasts. You nodded breathlessly, eyes scrunched closed in pleasure,
"Only f-for you", the vigilante looked up appeased, half-lidded eyes taking in and consuming the sight of your stunning, pleasured face. A low groan of elation made its way to your ears, wetting your pussy even more than before. The male could only wonder what other faces you would make if he gave you a proper fucking in his bed. Gripping your hips tightly, he gave one particularly sharp thrust, leaving you crying for more. Wet, squelching noises were quick to follow, the sound of skin slapping growing louder and louder. He grabbed your chin, smirking when your flustered features twisted in another spout of pleasure,
"I wanted you for such a long time. Those smarts and that pretty little face."
You gasped loudly, arching your back off the wall as his nails brutally dug into your ass, creating delectable indentions. His strong hand further surprised you, obtaining a sweet cry from your parted lips once he gave your throat a pleasurable squeeze,
"I wanted it all, princess", your head lulled to the side, mind hazed with how well he thrusted into you. Here you were, getting fucked against a jail cell wall by Red Hood. Although the action was long passed from 'disrespectful', you didn't care and you couldn't complain. You liked the animalistic aspect of a dangerous and merciless anti-hero, taking you against the wall and making you his. He was your drug, and you weren't going to give it up anytime soon,
"I wanted you too, Jay", you confessed weakly, cupping his jaw with your cuffed hands,
"I wanted you s-so much", He looked at you with longing, staring into your soul as if you were the only one who mattered. Resultantly, the vigilante continued pounding into you rigorously, the slope of his cock nudging your sweet spot so swiftly. Your mouth fell slack, an instant, loud moan roaring out as he slammed into you wantonly, his hands now holding your ass for support. Your toes curled as your abdomen twisted and flexed, pussy fluttering with need. Tilting your head, you gently nipped at the male's neck, earning a low moan in return. Delirium showed through on his face as his brows etched apart, a low, rapturous growl falling from his lips in elation. You admired with satisfaction, proud of the way you reduced him to mush. Eager to satisfy your fixation, Jason tended to your body, going as far as placing wet kisses across your collarbones affectionately. Your thighs thudded down against his from the way he forcefully rocked you, breasts bouncing in his face. Incoherent words tumbled from your lips as you buckled forward against his chest, so close to the sweet release you desperately chased. The male was quick to notice, his skilled fingers already working the delicate bundle of your clit, propelling you to reach the edge, "Cum for me, doll. Show me how much you wanted me."
You stifled a cry, feeling as you walls twitched and clamped down on his cock rather tightly. In doing so, he gave a long throaty groan, head falling limp in the crook of your neck as his cock pulsed inside of you and filled your womb with hot spurts of cum.
Your hands tightened around his biceps, overstimulation stuffing your cunt full as he rolled his hips one final time. His cock gradually softened inside of you as you both caught your heaving breaths, euphoria engulfing your forms.
Jason was the first to come down, slowly and gently sliding out of your throbbing clit. You whimpered weakly as he did so, feeling drops of his seed dribble down your cunt and asshole. Upon seeing your hands, he gently uncuffed your wrists, leaning down to press a soft kiss inside of each as if he were apologizing for putting them on the first place. You smiled at the action, not having minded the cuffs in the first place, -though you used them to your disposal for the foreplay-.
Grabbing your stumbling form, he carefully carried you to your desk, perching your figure on the edge before helping you clean up.
When fixing your clothes, you thanked him quietly, taking a few deep breaths to calm your erratic heartbeat. All the while, Jason stared at you with crossed arms, his heart skipping a beat when your eyes met with his,
"I think I'm alright now", you weakly chuckled, averting your eyes bashfully. Just seconds ago he had fucked you against a jail cell wall and here you were, feeling insecure once more,
"You sure, doll?", his eyebrows etched together in concern as he examined your expression. You chuckled, finding his worry to be very cute and wholesome,
"You're acting like I won't be able to walk after that", you accused in a joking manner, watching as he adjusted his guns into their holsters. He arched a brow at you, stifling a cocky, lopsided smirk,
"That was kinda what I was going for, sweetheart",
You scoffed, turning your head to hide your blush. He chuckled heartedly, positioning himself to stand between your legs. In a small furtherance, you leaned up, kissing his cheek softly,
"Seriously, I'll be fine. Thank you."
Jason hummed, looking down into your eyes lovingly,
"Not a problem, doll",
After a few seconds, he solemnly pulled out of your embrace, slipping his helmet on before trailing his form over to the window,
"You're leaving for patrol, right?"
He visibly tensed at your words, heaving out a sigh,
"Yeah. Someone might suspect something if I stay any longer",
"I know", you spoke, understanding that he didn't want u to lose your job and you didn't want to either. Grabbing a few papers, you mindlessly fixed them into place, focusing your attention away,
"But, just a reminder," he tilted his head, eyes taking in your turned figure,
"This won't be the last time we meet",
You chuckled, leaning down to grab the coffee mug on your desk. Just as you turned back to look at him, all you found was the cold wind, which came whisking in from the newly opened window, alongside a soft, dark whisper,
"Not like this anyway"
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Slow Dance
Pairing: Jason Todd x Female!Reader
Characters: Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne
Request: If you're taking requests can you do a Jason Todd reader where they're at a Wayne gala and Jason slow dances with the Reader (bonus: jealous Jason)
Warnings: None
A/N: sadly there is no jealous jason here but i had fun writing this and i hope you guys enjoy !
your vermilion, rounded lips carved into a poised smirk as you steal a glance of yourself through the mirror positioned in front. you were clad in a black, tight mermaid silhouette with crystals scattered along your waist, illuminating any presence of light. your luscious hair was styled with luxurious, loose curls in the ends. your beguiling orbs gleamed with jubilance and enthusiasm for tonight. you please yourself with a twirl, keeping your eyes on the mirror to watch how the dress flowed ever so elegantly.
today had been one special night for you, the first time your boyfriend, jason, asked you to go to a gala with him. however, it wasn’t just any gala but his dad’s gala, bruce wayne. you could tell that jason was never really fond of his father but getting a chance to meet him was something special to you. you wanted to get to know him more, especially the people he considered family and friends. this gala was your way of doing just that even if he didn’t seem to enjoy them at all.
your thoughts are interrupted as the bell rings, signaling you to dash to the door. as you reach the door you hear a low muffled sound which you could not interpret. you open the door, the face of a grinning young man emerging with his dashing aqua blue eyes and ebony locks. you tilt your head to the side with a soft smile.
“hey beautiful,” jason greets huskily before entering and wrapping his arms around your waist. “you look amazing.”
your cheeks flushed, tinted a rosy hue before giving him your signature smirk and placing your hands behind his neck, “so do you.” jason wore a black tuxedo along with a bow tie around his neck and a rose was tucked in his pocket. you planted a single kiss on his lips before taking a step back, “thank you for inviting me, i know you don’t really enjoy going to your father’s galas.”
jason gently shakes his head, “you’re the only reason i’m looking forward to tonight.” he beams before continuing, “besides i think i’ve been getting the hang of not entirely hating the gala, just most of it.”
“i hope tonight isn’t as dreadful as you make it sound.” you tease with a giggle, before nudging your elbow against his arm.
he winces then starts to chuckle, “only the part where he speaks for hours on his success and his company, wayne enterprises.” he brings his bent elbow to your side, allowing you to wrap your arm around him. “shall we, my lady.” he says coyly as you shake your head playfully.
“yes, we shall.” you respond, exiting from your apartment and walking to the black limousine waiting for the both of you.
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“woah…” you say astonishingly, your eyes widen in surprise as you look around the ballroom. ivory marble was spread all along the ballroom, illuminating such bright light that it glowed white. your eyes could not help itself from looking at every corner of the room, pure excitement manifested upon your gentle features. jason softly smiles at your reaction as you exclaim, “this is so beautiful!”
“not as beautiful as you,” he responds cheekily before placing his hand on your chin.
you turn your head to the side, flustered, then look into his eyes with a raised brow, “when will we be able to steal the floor with a slow dance?” you hum, “i’ve always wanted to do that in a nice place like this.”
“we’ll have our chance once bruce’s speech is over, which will take hours.” he responds with sarcasm and you sigh.
“come on, don’t be so rough about your old man.” you then take a seat in one of the round tables blanketed with white clothes and elegant golden chairs tucked underneath, scattered along the room. they were all facing a large stage with a wooden stand in the middle.
“hey, i’m not,” he sighs as he interlocks his fingers with yours, finding your places to sit. “it’s just that i get really bored”
“well have no fear, as long as you have me you’ll never be bored.” you wink.
he chuckles, “why thank you, ms. [l/n].”
“of course, mr. todd.”
you both take a seat directly in front of the stage, watching as bruce walks to the stand and introduces himself to the thousands of guests joining them. “welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to wayne's annual ball…” his voice blends into the background as he speaks about the success of wayne enterprises and how well gotham has been doing with the decrease in the crime rates percentage.
you gently lean your head against jason’s shoulder. you slowly close your eyes, the voice of bruce’s echoing along the spacious room. although you had to admit, jason was right about bruce’s speech being the boring part, tonight you felt happy spending time with him. you knew this was the chance to get to know him better, to know what he always did with his father and how he felt about it.
you and jason had been dating for around five months, although you were together for barely that long you knew your relationship was serious and real. at least, that’s how you felt about it. jason was charismatic, kind, and gentle with you but at times with other people he would get cocky and sarcastic. for some reason, you loved that part of him. you knew he was different from a lot of people, he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind and say what he felt or thought, he always spoke up when he thought someone was up to no good.
jason was special and unique compared to anyone you’ve ever met and you knew basically all his secrets. that he was the second robin killed by the joker and resurrected by the lazurous pit thanks to talia and ra’s al ghul. knowing about his hero alias and secret identity was not a problem for you, after all you were part of the superhero gig yourself.
“ugh,” you groan, tilting your head even closer to his. “this feels like an eternity of boredom.” you chuckle during half the sentence, receiving a smirk from jason.
“i told you so,” he replies in a matter of fact tone. “are you still happy i brought you here?” he questions with a sincere smile along his lips.
you simply nod in response, “of course i am.” you allow your hand to find its way to his, gently grabbing it in an assuring gesture. “i’m so glad to be here, you have no idea. i know you think it’s a bad idea to invite me here because you yourself don’t even enjoy it, but don’t worry. i have an idea.”
“and that idea is?” he inquires.
“hmm,” you hum softly, turning your head to two large wooden doors in the middle behind you. “there’s an exit and maybe another ballroom like this for us to use all to ourselves.” a mischievous grin slithers it’s way to your painted scarlet lips.
“so you’re saying let’s ditch this place and find another all to ourselves.” he returns the gesture among his features. “i’m down, but what exactly are we going to do there?” he raises a brow.
“we dance.”
that was the last thing either one of you said to each other as you grab his arm and run to the doors. for some odd reason, you did not make a scene for when you rushed out it was exactly at the time bruce’s speech ended, the audience clapping and cheering for him. a giggle escapes your lips as you both find your way though a small hallway to another ballroom. it was around the same size and design as the one you were in but without any decorations or furniture. it was completely empty.
you look around the vacant room then back at jason. you’ve never really seen him enjoy himself. what joker had done to him had damaged jason tragically and it broke you to see him the way he was because of it. jason was different since the joker, even if you hadn’t dated him at the time you could still see the difference as a friend. when he was young he enjoyed life to its fullest, he came from the streets where he had nothing and when bruce gave him a place to call home he was thankful for that. even through the bad times, he always saw the good in it too.
but since the joker he had changed, it seemed that all he could see was the bad. what he did wrong, what he could do better at, who he wasn’t as good as. he always had to look for something inside of him that was a flaw and pick on himself for it. you still loved him, more than anything but you wanted to see him happy. you didn’t want to see him compare himself to the first robin, dick grayson. you wanted him to see himself as jason peter todd, a man like no other. however, for that to happen you needed to help him. you needed to make him happy again and remember who he was. for too long he compared himself to dick, thinking of himself as a failure. you wanted to change that.
and you were going to.
you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing yourself closer to jason as he wraps his around your waist. you smile softly, lightly leaning your forehead against his. “we’ve never got the chance to dance. at least not like this.”
he slowly moves his head away, tilting it slightly as he asks, “how can we dance when there’s no music.”
“fear not,” you assure, bringing your phone out. “there’s something called spotify, you should try it sometime.”
jason laughs sarcastically, “haha, very funny.”
you start to play a slow song, ‘wonderful tonight’, bringing your arms around his neck once again and swaying left and right. “i barely ever see you enjoy yourself, you’re so focused on being the perfect soldier.” you sigh, looking directly into his ocean orbs. “just for once, focus on something else. you’re you, jay, and i love that.”
jason smiles, nodding his head. “i love you too, [f/n].” he brings his face closer to yours, “if it makes you happy i’ll focus on something else.”
you shake your head, “it should make you happy.”
“being with you makes me happy enough.”
you both chuckle softly, the music playing in the background as you both dance. “i’m glad.” you brought your lips to his, kissing softly and passionately as you both slowly sway along to the song. you break the kiss, whispering close to his lips, “i love you jason todd, thank you for tonight.”
and with that you continue to dance with him, love in both of your eyes with your arms wrapped around each other. tonight he finally wasn’t the second robin or red hood but jason todd and that was all you could ever ask for.
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Jason: "Hey dollface! Do you know why we argue a lot?"
Y/N: "Mmm..."
Jason: "It's because..."
Y/N: "You say dumb things... You're rigth!"
Jason: ...
Y/N: :3
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Interest and Infatuation | pt. 3
Red Hood X (Female) Reader
Summary: You’re a housekeeper working for the Wayne Family. A chance encounter with Red Hood leads to an unconventional romance neither of you expected.
Chapter Summary: A name and a citizen in need
Warnings: None
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Jason was simply curious.
He hadn’t had the time to update himself with whatever was new at the Wayne Manor but after he saved you that rainy day as Red Hood, he couldn’t help but be curious about the pretty new face that had been bustling around the Manor without his knowledge. At first it was your boldness when you spoke to him without fear or wary that intrigued him, but your sincerity was even more captivating to him. With a cute face and a fearless soul to match, how could he not have been aware of your existence?
It was obvious you weren’t aware of the etiquette of the city and had not yet acclimated to the Gotham attitudes and conduct. You were too trusting, too vulnerable, too open. Your guilty conscience alone from something you had absolutely no control over propelled you to return the favor of his rescuing you. It was almost unheard of for anyone to even mention such a thing to a vigilante.
Then what was intended to be a short stop at your home a few days later turned into a full blown conversation he easily and willingly lost control over. On the day of the fundraiser he found himself doubting the initial desire to reveal his true identity. Maybe it was insecurity. You already liked him as Red Hood, but maybe that’s where it stopped. If you found out, he suspected his unmasking would only drive you away. He supposed he shouldn’t reveal himself as the son of your employer, not with the way you avoided looking at him and his family. Maybe you disliked the Waynes more than you let on. So he walked by you without a word and whenever he had the chance, every so often he watched you from across the garden.
After a few hours passed he saw you ascend the steps back into the Manor and made to follow you inside. With the evening meal finished and the guests starting to mingle, the auction would start and would serve as an adequate distraction for his disappearance. He found you on one of the second floor balconies and dropped down from the tiled roof as Red Hood.
You didn’t notice his presence, of course you wouldn’t, and he remarked casually, “It’s boring, right?”
You startled and spun to face him. A wide smile broke out on your face though you tried but failed to contain it.
“You really came,” you said.
He moved to the end of the railing farthest from the view of the party, out of sight from possible onlookers. “I said I would,” he commented as he leaned against the stone wall and crossed his arms.
You noticed his surreptitious behavior and moved to close the glass doors to prevent any uninvited guests from joining. “How’d you even get here dressed like that?” you asked, noting he was in his vigilante attire rather than that of his alias. “I thought you were attending as a guest.”
“I never said that. You assumed I would.”
“That’s because… you didn’t deny it!” you remarked childishly.
“I just said you’ll have to find out.”
You groaned in feigned annoyance. “That’s not fair. I feel tricked.”
He let out a short, breathy chuckle. As much as he wanted to reveal his identity to you, it was ultimately best not to for various reasons. While he wasn’t sure how you would feel about finding out you’ve been meeting the son of your employer, he was absolutely certain Bruce would not take it lightly. Then he said, unabashedly, “I did consider it―going up to you as my real self―but then I wouldn’t be able to be with you like this, and I’d much rather be here with you than down there with them.”
This sent your heart racing. Your breath trembled as you stared back at him and you found you quickly forgave his reservations about his identity. He had made it clear he wanted to spend time with you and that was enough, no matter how curious you were about his identity. After a moment of regaining your composure you shyly agreed, “I also would rather be here with you.”
“Not surprising.” He declared, “I’m delightful company.”
A light laugh escaped your lips and when you stood closer to him at the railing, just a few feet away, you asked, “So I guess you really must be quite the big shot, huh? You attend high society gatherings like these and I assume it would be a problem if you were found together with a maid. That’s why you have to come to me like this.”
“Oh, there would be riots everywhere. But being caught with Red Hood would break millions of hearts, too, so I can’t really catch a break either way.” You giggled at his exaggerated answer. Then he straightened and answered seriously, “Jokes aside, I really don’t think it would be a big deal. The paparazzi are fickle people. I’m just taking precautions.”
“You didn’t deny being a high-class socialite,” you commented.
“Hey, my lips are sealed,” he said, raising his hands up and his palms facing out in a defensive gesture. “You can assume whatever you want but you’re not getting anything out of me, princess.”
You made a “hmph” sound and turned away to busy your restless fingers with drawing mindless shapes on the smooth stone of the balustrade. You decided to give up trying to pry his identity out of him for now.
Then he continued, “But speaking of sealed lips, I believe you owe me a name.” He drawled the last words as he pushed off the wall he was leaning on. He stepped closer to you and dipped his head to your eye level in a determined but playful way of forcing your attention on him.
You pressed your lips together as you avoided his gaze. Not being able to see his face was still unnerving. “It’s [Y/N]. My name is [Y/N],” you said to him quietly.
He tested the name out as if seeking your approval in its pronunciation. You nodded after he successfully repeated it and he straightened and leaned back in satisfaction. Then he said, “Alright. Now isn’t it time for you to head back inside? It’s getting cold.”
Your eyes swept over the event taking place below but you suddenly noticed the chill of the winter air. The sun had set long ago but the temperature dropped drastically in the time you’d been talking with him. You had been so absorbed with your companion and too self-conscious with yourself to feel the cold nipping at your skin. You brought your hands up to your arms to warm the skin there.
“There’s still some time before I need to go back. I want to talk to you a little longer,” you confessed to him.
He stared back at you for a short moment. “Then you can wear this until then,” he said as he shrugged off his leather jacket and slipped it around you. You froze in place as he stood close to reach around your shoulders, and you couldn’t help but notice how huge he really was without the garment partially covering his figure. With his jacket on he obviously looked well-built, but now that he was without it he was more muscular and robust in appearance. You were embarrassed to notice such details about him and you quickly ducked your head to hide part of your face beneath the jacket collar. It was still warm with his body heat.
“Thank you,” you said to the ground. Then you braved a glance at him and asked, “What about you? Aren’t you cold?”
He gave a short laugh. “I’ve been through worse cold than this. This is nothing.”
You briefly pondered his words but decided not to dwell on the small piece of information. The rest of your time with him was spent observing the guests below while you occasionally complimented the dresses, accessories, shoes; which he then returned with comments on the lack of practicality of those very things. Then he taught you the pronunciation of the names of the luxury fashion companies after you asked him about the brands the guests were wearing. When the conclusion of the auction came you were forced to part ways and return his jacket while he, in turn, mentioned having to return to his security work. You weren’t sure if he was serious or not but he left quickly and you unhappily wondered when you would see him again, if at all.
You returned to the party to begin cleaning up with the other maids, once again surrounded by the fine clothes and clinking of glass and silver. Ellen, the part time maid, commented on the smile on your face as you worked and you gave a lame excuse of how a handsome guest smiled at you. She playfully teased you about it for the rest of the night while you continued your charade good-naturedly.
Sometime during the event, half of the Waynes had mysteriously disappeared and the only ones left were the master of the house himself, the daughter, and the youngest son. The daughter, Miss Cassandra, was conversing with an eccentric-looking individual named Harper Row while Master Damian was currently being teased by a person named Duke Thomas. Though you tried to ignore them, it was difficult to do so when random bursts of noise would occasionally arise from their direction followed by the ruckus of a more physical altercation, of which you were too preoccupied to investigate. You sometimes caught sight of the daughter signing something to her companions from across the vicinity whenever they were separated. Undoubtedly sign language was a convenient tool for them to use.
When it came time for the guests to leave, you tried to keep out of the way―helping only to retrieve their coats and outer garments from the cloak room in the grand foyer. Then the valet would pull up around the rotunda in the latest Benz, Maserati, and so forth, to return the vehicle to its owner. The last guests to leave were of the charity organization who swiftly cleared away their equipment and decorations. By the time the end of your shift rolled along, the only task that needed to be done were the dishes piled up in the kitchen sinks.
Alfred assured you that it was fine to leave the mess there and insisted that your shift was over. He kindly praised your work and wished you good night along with the other maids. You worried that Alfred would have to do all that work by himself but Lena informed you that over the weekends, on their days off, the Wayne children often took over the chores and did their share of work as in any normal household. According to her, the dishes would be cleared by Monday.
An overwhelming amount of leftover food was still left untouched and stored in the fridge while the ones that didn’t fit inside were offered to you and the other girls by Alfred. You were sure other people with more pride would have refused such a donation, seen more as a handout than a gift, but you had no qualms in accepting help when given. You happily took a day’s worth of food back home with you. When you returned to your apartment that night, your body practically melted into your mattress the moment you climbed into bed. And with that your first Wayne event, an undeniably memorable one, came to an end.
The next day you slept in and spent a blissful amount of time in bed. It wasn’t until your body demanded a meal that you dragged yourself to the kitchen and took out the leftovers from the event the night before. You ate only a small portion of the expensive food (you were sure your body was unused to such a fine meal), and when you finished your breakfast you went about your chores for the day. You did laundry and attempted to make a budget plan for the rest of the month. Despite not needing to pay for rent, you still needed to pay for utilities, water, gas, and the network services you used. Then you set aside some money for your contribution to the gas bill for the car rides and set aside a separate amount for groceries.
It was only a few hours later when you heard a knock at your bedroom window. It was still light out with the sun barely making its descent over the horizon. Your heartbeat quickened when you went to open it. You pushed open the curtain and found Red Hood standing on the fire escape. You immediately opened the glass window, already smiling widely.
“I didn’t think I’d see you so soon,” you said.
His head tilted to the side. “Why’s that?”
“I thought you’d have other...hero-like things to do,” you said with a shrug.
“Well I have some free time and you said I can visit. Are you taking it back already?”
“No, of course not!” Your hand flew up to your mouth at your raised voice, even though you weren’t too loud. A short, robotic chuckle came from him. You tried again, and in a hushed tone said, “You’re always welcome here.” Then in a rushed and flustered manner, you asked, “Would you like to come inside?”
Despite the quickly budding friendship that was forming with the vigilante, he still politely asked, “May I?”
“Of course,” you answered timidly. Your invitation was so bold but the realization that this was his first visit inside your apartment dawned on you. You stepped back to give him space as he stepped over the window ledge. “Sorry for the mess,” you said. You had the decency to be embarrassed about the disorganization of your room, with most of your belongings still boxed and bagged in heaps on the floor, but you hoped your visitor wouldn’t mind it. The bedroom lacked the capacity for two people to move around comfortably so you shuffled into your living room where, despite the limited space, it was still much more spacious. The unit was meant for one person, after all.
He followed you in and commented, “This place isn’t bad. Sturdy, clean. I guess it’s to be expected from a building owned by Wayne Enterprises.”
You agreed with him. “Yeah, it’s well-kept and in good condition. It’s only a little small… I don’t think the tenants were meant to have guests.” You chuckled to yourself and gestured for him to sit on the couch that was placed against a wall.
“Well, I won’t tell if you won’t,” he said as he took a seat. He noticed more moving boxes stacked against the walls. “Still not unpacked, I see.”
“I needed to buy some furniture first,” you explained. Then you gestured around the room. “I just bought this entertainment center online a couple of days ago. There was some kind of sale going on. Oh, and I just got the couch earlier this week at a flea market. But I didn’t really plan where everything would go yet so when everything was delivered I kinda just had them placed wherever.”
“Okay, ‘cause I questioned your interior decorating skills a bit when I saw the room,” he said teasingly.
Your mouth formed a pout but you fixed a glare at him. “Oh? You have an eye for interior design then?” you questioned with crossed arms.
He laughed and shook his head. “Nope, not at all. I don’t really care what your place looks like anyway. But hey, since I’m here, I can help you move things around if you want. I’m sure it will be easier with the two of us.”
“What? No! I can’t ask you to do that.” The idea of troubling the vigilante with something as silly as rearranging your apartment horrified you.
He stood up and insisted, “Think of it as me helping out a citizen in need.”
“I’m not exactly in need…” you said, words trailing off. This was not the typical request someone would ask of Gotham’s vigilantes but despite vocally refusing him, you liked the idea of spending time with him even if he considered the task part of the job.
“Well I judge the situation otherwise, so let’s get to work,” he quipped while crossing his own arms. His words didn’t leave room for argument so you found yourself going along with him. It was strange, but fun, to arrange your apartment with him and it was undoubtedly helpful to have things easily moved from one place to another. He listened to everything you asked and you couldn’t help the flutter in your chest whenever he complied. You did however end up butting heads a few times with him regarding the placement of furniture and with the assembly of the entertainment center. It took some time but in the end you found common ground as to where to best place things. The entertainment center too was eventually completed. The piece was smaller than you imagined but you were glad for it since it made the room less cramped.
When you were finished with the task you found yourself sitting back to back with him on the floor, cross-legged, and sharing the leftover food from the Wayne fundraiser. It was your idea to eat like this. You wanted to give him food as thanks and somehow you ended up sitting behind him and facing away to keep his identity hidden. He had humored you and followed your lead, sitting cross-legged and leaning his back against yours. The broadness of his back against your own made you feel small. Despite not even facing him, the closeness of his body had you stiff with nerves.
He said one thing before taking off his helmet, “I can’t let you hear my voice, so I won’t be speaking for a while, okay?”
You answered, “That’s okay.” He went quiet and the next thing you heard was the sound of air moving quickly, or escaping, like pressure being released. Then there was a metallic sound and the low thump of something heavy being placed on the apartment floor. He shifted against your back and just as he said, he remained silent.
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Late Night
Jason Todd x Reader
Hello people of tumblr! This is the first fan fiction I’ve ever completed and posted anywhere! I hope you like it, even if just a little bit.
I’m in love with the bat boys, especially Jason, so I thought it would be good to kick off this blog with a fic for him.
It’s more of a drabble than anything, but I hope you enjoy it all the same. Please forgive any off formatting mistakes; I’m still trying to figure out how tumblr works...
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1153
Jason Todd x reader
Jason comes home from patrol to find you waiting up for him.
Jason’s muscles ache as he hauls his duffel bag up the stairs of the apartment complex, his legs protesting every step. It’s nearly four in the morning, later than he’d expected. His pit-stop at the Batcave for stitches and a shower before coming home to you had cost him time, but he tries not to think about that. It’s better than making you worry over him when he comes back to your shared apartment bleeding and grimy from patrol. Even though you worried no matter what.
The TV is on when he enters, quietly playing the news. The banner across the bottom of the screen reads ‘Bats Frontline Major Drug Bust’, the reporter currently on-air droning on about the night’s incident. Jason stoops to take off his boots, setting them next to your much smaller shoes near the door. He drops his duffel bag in the living room, and his keys in the bowl sitting on the shelf to jingle against yours before he crosses the room toward the light in the kitchen. You sit perched on the counter, wearing one of his much-too-big hoodies and a pair of pajama shorts. Your feet kick lightly underneath you, covered by the bat-patterned socks Dick had given you as a gag gift last Christmas. There’s a recently-baked plate of his favorite cookies on the counter, and Jason feels his heart warm when you look up and set your phone on the countertop as he finally approaches.
“Hey,” you greet him, voice soft. You smile at him warmly, and the weakness in his knees suddenly has nothing to do with the strain from patrol.
“Hey.” He comes to a stop against the cabinets, arms wrapping around your waist as he settles his body between your legs on the counter. “Sorry I’m late... You could’ve gone to bed—you didn’t need to wait up for me.” He leans in just a bit to press a kiss to your lips, his head coming to rest on your shoulder as he nestles his face against your neck.
“Someone’s tired,” you comment, and Jason grunts in response. “It’s ok. I was watching you on the news.” Your fingers reach up to card through his hair, and he feels you press a gentle kiss against his temple, easing the last traces of tension from his limbs. A quiet sigh of content leaves him, and you pull his face up off of your shoulder to hold it in your hands. “Are you alright?”
Jason’s been expecting that routine question, and his lips quirk up at the corners. One hand lifts off of your waist to settle over your smaller one on his cheek, and he turns to kiss your palm lightly. “Right as rain, sweetheart. Alfred stitched me up—mostly just sore, now.”
You nod quietly, pulling him in to kiss his forehead before you pepper more little pecks over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. A tired chuckle leaves him, and his thumb rubs circles into the small of your back.
“That’s good,” you murmur, “they got you and the guy with the knife on camera... I was worried.” Your fingers slide down his chest to his left side, gently probing at the slightly raised skin that indicates the stitches under his shirt, right below his ribs.
“It’s alright, the bastard just clipped me. Wasn’t all that deep, and you know how Alfred is.” Despite the worry in your eyes, you have to giggle, and Jason’s heart flutters at the sound.
“Yeah. He always takes such good care of you and your brothers...” You smile fondly, your arms coming to loop around Jason’s neck, which you promptly snuggle into just as he’d done a few minutes prior. He hums and runs a hand through your hair, nudging you toward the edge of the counter.
“Come on, let’s get to bed. I’m tired as hell, and I think you are, too.”
You make some quiet sound of agreement against the fabric of his shirt, your grip tightening a little as your boyfriend picks you up by the backs of your legs and starts to amble into your shared bedroom.
Jason leans over to set your feet firmly on the carpet, crossing the room to pull the blinds down. He makes a detour to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and by the time he pulls back the covers on his side of the bed you’re already waiting for him. The vigilante smiles again as he settles down on the mattress, stretching his arm out to you out of habit. You tuck yourself against his side with a practiced ease, head resting on his shoulder and an arm draped over his waist. Jason’s fingers absentmindedly stroke up and down your back, and you sigh happily.
“Do you work tomorrow?” He inquires softly, to which you shake your head and kiss his chest.
“No, I asked for the rest of the week off. Do you or Bruce have another case yet?”
Jason hums and kisses your forehead, nose nuzzling into your hair as your warmth and the softness of the sheets starts to sink into him.
“Not right away. If you’ve got free time, I’ll take off too. This whole drug ring business was a drag. A break sounds nice...”
Another quiet sound of agreement leaves you, and somehow you manage to snuggle even closer to the lump of muscle and body heat you’ve claimed as your pillow. A break does sound nice. The bats had been running around and planning for weeks to set up this case, gathering information and resources, until they finally had enough to act. The end result was one of the biggest drug busts in recent years, with more than fifty criminals in custody (or hospital beds) and an entire sector of Gotham arguably safer. Which was good enough news for you: less children and teenagers getting involved in the nasty business or caught in the crossfire, and your boyfriend coming home relatively safe and unharmed. You find yourself dozing off after just a few moments, the steady rise and fall of Jason’s chest under your cheek and the strong, warm weight of his arm around you lulling you into a content slumber.
Jason looks down at you fondly, your hair threaded between his fingers and your breath soft against his skin. It’s nice, he thinks, to have someone waiting for him at the end of the night. His muscles are still sore, and his stitches sting dully. But now, with you tucked under his arm and the smell of your shampoo surrounding him, the Red Hood couldn’t care less about any of that. He presses one last kiss to your temple, soft and loving and so sweet he’s certain his teeth are rotting, and buries his nose in your hair. He’s asleep before he knows it, the most at peace he’s felt in a long time.
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Nightshade~ A deadly tale (JasonTodd/RedHoodxReader)
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2qHiTgN
by cenderellainwonderland
When Batman finds out there is another group of vigilantes running around Gotham and they are how old? Only 23? How will Batman feel about sharing Gotham with someone else? Will he ask them to join him? And what happens when our main character meets a mysterious Red Helmeted man who she hasn't fought crime with before?
Words: 1335, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/M
Characters: Jason Todd, Red Hood, Nightwing, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Batman, Red Robin - Character, Tim Drake, Robin (DCU), Damian Wayne
Relationships: Jason Todd/Reader
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2qHiTgN
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Broken Prism
Chapter 2
Fandom: Red Hood
Pairing: Jason Toddxfemale!Reader
Warnings: none
Summary: Jason dies and then comes back, tale as old as time
Jason had heard stories about what happens right before you die. You see a white light, hear angels singing, everything goes black, you see your life flash before your eyes. What he didn’t know was that the only thing that you really thought about as you lay, body aching, blood pooling around you, was your regrets. He could see the bomb ticking down nearby, 3, 2, just before the 1 it felt like time stopped, his brain trying to process everything inside it at once before clocking out forever. He processed each image going through his head, not being able to stop his dad leaving, save his mom from ODing, times he couldn’t control his anger, times when he should have spoken but instead stayed quiet. It was maddening realizing how stupid he had been over the last 17 years. But the worst, God the worst images were the ones he had of you.
Jason hadn’t stopped watching over you after that hospital room visit. You hadn’t known but he had found you, when you were working your high school job, when you were sitting in the library, wondering why that boy a few tables down kept staring at you. You would put your book away and go to speak to him and Jason would be gone. He watched you when you walked to school, forgoing getting in early from patrol just to make sure you were safe. He should have used that time to talk to you, find out your name, your interests, your heart. Why had he let Bruce get into his head and stop him?
It hadn’t taken long for Bruce to figure out why Jason had hesitated, why he had followed the girl to the hospital after the attack at the high school. He had thought at first the boy just had a crush, it was the first time he had saved someone his own age and Bruce remembered how he had followed his first rescue around for a time, wanting to make sure they stayed safe. However, it didn’t stop. After a month of Jason losing sleep, skipping trainings, Bruce had went snooping. He talked to Dick who tried to skirt they question but he couldn’t keep lying and told Bruce about giving Jason the flashcards. That complicated things. Bruce tried to talk to Jason, telling him he should stop following this girl, wait until he was older and more controlled before seeking her out. Jason had rebelled at first, claiming he could do both, that he was in complete control, until he had been following YN home from an after-school activity instead of patrolling with Dick. Batman had to fly in and keep Nightwing from getting a broken skull and not just a broken arm. Beyond the guilt he felt Jason also felt pain from getting worked over by Bruce for so long. Extra drills, extra studying, extra sparring, his body and mind were drained completely for nearly a month. He stopped following you around, held himself back. He expected to be able to get older and find you again. He didn’t expect Joker and a crowbar and a bomb.
His blood was red, he knew that, but now he wished he didn’t. As he lay watching that timer tick to 1 he wished he couldn’t see that the numbers were red. Wished he didn’t know what any of these colors were. But instead of black and white he just saw the red and when the timer finally clicked 0 he saw the brown of your eyes before seeing nothing at all.
The rainbow was back. Green, lots of green, browns and blacks, rocks, red and orange and yellow, fire, bronze, the hand currently helping Jason out of the warm, acrid water pit he was in. He stood, legs shaky, feeling a blanket being put on his shoulders, which was nice considering he was naked and now could see several people in the room. He wasn’t sure what was going on, his brain muddled entirely. He remembered pain, almost nothing but pain, but there was something else, eyes, brown eyes, when he remembered those, he felt peace for just a moment before the pain came back.
“Jason Todd,” he heard the woman who had pulled him out of the pit say. He didn’t look at her, wasn’t sure who she was talking to. Her hand grabbed his chin, and she pulled him to look at her. “Jason Todd, that is your name,” she said. He stared at her and then saw green, teeth baring as he moved without thought, throwing kicks and punches, anger surging through him. He was able to get past a couple of the other people in the cave before he felt a prick to neck, then he saw nothing again.
Unlike death, sleeping allowed Jason to dream. These dreams were violent, angry, a bat diving and soaring while he tried to attack it. It hurt him, it healed it, it hurt him again. There was some kind of blue bird, diving at him, sometimes helping the bat attack him, sometimes scaring the bat away. Jason wanted to spread his red wings and fly away, get far away from the bat and the blue bird, but he felt trapped, something holding him to the ground. His cries were drowned out by the screech of the bat as it came in for the kill.
Cold water rushed over Jason, making him sit up fast, head spinning. He tried to attack again but was immediately put under by whatever had subdued him the first time. By the time they woke him up again he had realized he needed to contain whatever this green rage was the filled him. When doused with he ice water this time he sat up and looked around slowly, observing. He didn’t know why but he paid close attention to the tiny details, the way someone stood, how the cave was laid out, exits and rocks that appeared loose in the walls. He knew, muscle memory, what to do if he needed to escape.
“Jason Todd,” the woman from before said. He looked at her, the name registering this time. Yes, his name was Jason Todd. He was from Gotham. He was Robin. Some pieces were starting to come together in his head.
“Where am I?” he asked, voice hoarse and scratchy. He didn’t remember sounding like this before. He cleared his throat but still felt the burn and itch, like he was growing new vocal cords. He coughed.
“You are with the League of Assassins, my father, Ras Al’Ghul, has decreed that you be brought back and returned to the Batman,” the woman said. Jason visibly recoiled at the mention of Bat. No, not the Bat, no more Bats.
“No,” he said. The woman looked at him hard, seemingly seeing through to his very soul, before she nodded. She said something in a language he couldn’t identify to another in the room. This person approached, helping Jason to stand and led him deeper into the cave, emerging on the side of a mountain. He was guided up roughly hewn steps to a large compound on the top of the mountain. The person was silent as they showed him a room and left him, locking the door. It was small, change of clothes on a very uncomfortable looking cot, but he wasn’t sure he had a choice at the moment, so he changed into the clean clothes and settled in to sleep again, his dreams still of being a red bird with a bat on attack.
Jason spent the next five years with the league of assassins, training, learning, and carrying out missions for their creed. He moved up their ranks but never reached the top, always a few rungs down on the later because he couldn’t always control the rage he felt. If he saw green, then everyone suddenly stopped working towards the leagues mission and just started working on getting him subdued. He was a liability until he could get it under control. That was, until Ras Al’Ghul himself met with him in his study. The room was finely furnished which always itched Jason the wrong way. Why did the man who said they were working towards a greater world for all, be so rich and mighty above his league? Jason also didn’t understand why Ras kept getting brought back from the dead. Ras had been in the pit several times, he knew the rage that Jason had, had been personally training him to control it, however, Ras didn’t seem to control it as much as he mastered it. He was able to use the rage to help him reach his goals, but he told Jason to contain the rage, not use it. It was hypocrisy and Jason hated it.
“Do you know why I have asked you here boy?” Ras asked, standing behind his desk, hands folded behind his back, appearing casual. Jason wasn’t an idiot, this wasn’t casual, there was a knife back there ready to go through his heart if he would step out of line. Jason shook his head.
“I really don’t,” he said, folding his arms, defiant. He wasn’t afraid of death anymore. He couldn’t imagine why he would be. He already had seen his regrets move through his mind in slow motion, he didn’t have a lot more to add. Nothing was worse than his regret of not finding you when he had the chance, so why would he be afraid now?
“I believe it is time for you to leave our ranks,” the master said. Jason wasn’t all that surprised. He was dangerous to anyone and everyone. He still had his triggers and if he was being honest, he didn’t try to fight against them in the field. He didn’t really care who lived or died, except for children. No matter what, children had to survive. “Do you have any argument?” What was the point?
“No,” he said, letting the word fall between them. Ras nodded, unsurprised, but disappointed. Somehow, despite death and years with assassins and barely any decent memories Jason remembered that face on Batman…Bruce…Batman…Bruce. He took a breath and stopped his mind racing. Jason didn’t wait for anymore from Ras, turning and heading to get the few things he had. He found them already by the door of his room, packed and ready. Least he knew where he stood here. There was no fanfare to his departure, no one even looked his way as he walked out into the world.
He hitchhiked to the nearest town, finding the first bar, wanting to drown himself in anything he could before he found what to do next. He glanced at the TV, not really listening to what the broadcast was saying, focusing only on the two caped crusaders soaring on the screen. Batman and Robin. But…he was Robin. Batman…Bruce…Batman, had replaced him? The glass shattered in his hand, but he barely felt the cuts from the shards. He threw down the little bit of cash he had and headed out. He had something to take care. He needed to get back to Gotham.
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Bad idea right? Jason Todd x Fem! reader
pairings: Ex! Jason Todd x Fem! Reader
Summary: Jason hits his ex girlfriend up
Warnings: suggested language, exes, english isn’t my main language
a/n: I’m back! Wrote this in my literature class bored as hell. Hope you guys like it.
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Y/n pushed past the sweaty bodies as she attempted to keep herself steady after drinking everything people offered her on the bar. Ever since her single days started, everyday has been the same. Bing watching TV shows while eating ice cream. So when her friends came to her apartment and forced her to hang out, her routine was off the rails. She was really fucked up after she decided to have a shot. Because one became two and two became seven. She missed having fun. She missed hanging out with her friends. Y/n loved to hang out with them but being in a relationship made it pretty hard. She would usually spend her nights worrying if her boyfriend, well ex boyfriend, was going to come back alive.
But now, It’s been four months since she had ended things with Jason Todd and she could do whatever she wants. She didn’t have to spend those nights wide awake waiting for him. She didn’t have to clean his wounds. Things were different now, she was her top priority. If you asked her if she was over him, she would answer without a doubt no. But her actions would say otherwise.
Obviously she still cared for Jason. They had dated for four years and the thought of getting married would pass the couple's mind. But the last few months of their relationship, Jason got distant and Y/n couldn’t even recognize him anymore. So their little talk became a fight and ended up with them breaking up. She did miss Jason. His sweet smile, his supportive aura and just him. She still loved him and four months and alcohol won’t change that. So when her phone started ringing the ringtone she assigned him she found herself pushing past the people worrying something was wrong with him.
As Y/n headed to the other side of the bar she pulled out her phone from her back pocket noticing the number that was calling her. Her finger hovered over the answer button hesitating if it was a good idea to answer. This was supposed to be a girls night, Jason was not supposed to be in the picture. If she answered she wouldn’t hear the end of it. She was supposed to be over Jason. Jason should be blocked. Pictures should be deleted. But there she was debating on answering her ex-boyfriend's late night call. When Y/n looked back down she noticed that Jason had stopped calling and had opted to send her a text. Her face lit up from the light that was coming out of the phone. Four text messages.
Hey Y/n.
Just wanted to check up on you. I haven't heard anything about you in a minute.
I have a new apartment so if you want to pass by.
I’m all alone and needing company.
Y/n felt a shiver around her body as she reread the message. Was there something encrypted in those text messages? Jason hadn’t attempted to talk to her ever since they broke up. Why was trying to act like everything was fine? She was aware that they were done. Y/n knew they were through but reading those messages made her feel something. She shouldn’t be doing this. They were broken up and it was for a reason. Jason hadn’t made an effort before, why come around all of a sudden. It wasn’t one of her greatest ideas. She was having fun, here, with her friends. Without Jason. But part of her thought she could have a better time with him.
“Fuck. Seeing him tonight. Is a bad idea right?” Y/n said to herself as she reread the message once again. When Y/n finally pushed past the sea of people she pull the door to the outside of the bar open. Turning the phone off she let out a muffled scream pulling on her hair. She let out a sigh as she started pacing back and forth taking in her options.
“Should I go? Like yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect? I only see him as a friend. We are friends? Friends can hang out.There’s no tension. Okay that literally is the biggest lie I’ve ever said. This is literally a late night booty call. I can’t lie to myself and act like I don’t want to go. But after all the shit I’ve said if I go I would hate myself for it. But if I don’t go I’ll also hate myself for it. Seeing him tonight. Is a bad idea right? Yes, no, maybe? You know what. Fuck it, it’s fine” She yelled to herself as she called a cab and reading the address to the driver.
Y/n L/n has regretted doing a lot of things in her life. But sitting at the back of the taxi car wanting for her to be dropped off at Jason’s house, made her think. She couldn’t name the list of things she has regretted doing but she could name things she didn’t regret doing and that was standing outside of Jason Todd’s apartment.
There he was. Jason Todd, in all his glory. Smiling at her with the smile she had fallen deeply for. She could say she had seen hotter men but seeing him with some loose sweatpants laying on his hips made her feel things she couldn’t even explain. God, when she looked at him her brain just said nonsense and she couldn’t even read her thoughts. All she could think of was the things that were going to happen once she entered that room.
“It’s nice seeing you, Y/n. You look good” Jason replied, pulling her into a hug. Y/n happily hugged him back taking in his strong cologne making her fall into a deeper trance. She could feel Jason rub her lower back as she hid her face on his neck not wanting to let go. They stood like that for a few minutes but the cool breeze from the Gotham night made them pull away. Jason leaned back against the door letting her scoot past him. Y/n walked in looking around analyzing the apartment. Noticing the alcohol empty bottles all around the room made her think that Jason was in the same state as her. His apartment was small, if you were in the kitchen you could take two steps and you would be in his room. So there they were. Jason sat at the edge of the bed and Y/n sat closely next to him.
“So, how are things? How is the family?” Jason asked as he looked forward, not daring to look at her. Y/n blinked several times, getting annoyed. Regretting for an instant being here.
“Just kiss me already, Jay” Y/n replied, turning towards him. At the sound of the nickname that he missed hearing the past few months. Jason picked Y/n up by the waist with ease desperately kissing her lips. Hunger. That’s what it felt kissing each other after four months. None of them wanted to lose each other. Y/n bit his lips and Jason gripped on her waist probably leaving his mark there. She pushed him harshly against the bed letting his lips go. She looked down at him, noticing his unsteady breathing. Jason sent her a loopy smile her way and all she could think about was that she didn’t regret being here. She only saw him as a friend, tripping and falling into his bed.
No, it wasn’t a bad idea.
…
Y/n groaned as she turned to the side searching for her ringing phone. When she finally got a hold of it she noticed Jason's strong grip on her. She hid a smile as Jason parted lips let out little snores, his eye furrowed unintentionally. For a second Y/n forgot the rigging phone in her hand as her eyes wandered on Jason's bare chest. Her finger traced on top of Jason’s scars. Jason's eyes fluttered open glaring at her playfully. Y/n snapped back to reality moving her phone towards her eyes answering quickly.
“Finally! Where the hell are you, girl?” Y/n friend exclaimed loudly as Y/n pulled the phone away trying not to hear her that loudly.
“I decided to go to bed early. That’s all” Y/n responded while hearing her friend letting out a sigh of relief. As she did that Jason let out a chuckle gaining her friends attention.
“Wait, is there someone with you? Y/n” she exclaimed once again before Jason could say anything Y/n covered his mouth.
Even if it wasn’t a bad idea, her friends didn’t have to know she was under Jason Todd sheets.
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Protective (J.T x F!READER) P.T1
For@p4inis who requested a Jason Todd fic with "Where whatever you want. I can fight". I'm literally hyper fixated on Jason Todd right now. I need things to write about with him.
Warnings: Established relationship, Female! Reader, Jason is taller than reader, implied smut, mentions of physical violence, Mentions of Sexual harassment, Jason and reader smoke weed, Jason shotguns with the reader, swearing,
Its midnight when I'm writing this so its probably shite. Not proof read at all.
(Part 2)
'Wayne Gala tonight. I'm expected to be there. Where something pretty.' That's all you got from Jason. Just a text at 12:34 in the afternoon on a Friday.
'What's the dress code?' You text back. You run into your bathroom, turning on the water to your shower. You strip out of your pajamas and throw them into the hamper in your bathroom.
You set your phone down on the bathroom counter as you brush your teeth, looking in the mirror at the barely there hickey Jason had left about a week before. You set your toothbrush down and take a sip of water, swishing it around in your mouth when your phone chimes.
'Black Tie. Cocktail dresses and such.'
'Okay. What suit will you be wearing?' You spit the water out of your mouth and take off the silver necklace Jason had bought you for valentines day the year prior.
'The all black one. I plan on wearing that red tie Demon spawn got me.'
'Okay gonna hop in the shower. brb' You set your phone down on the counter and grab your towels and set them on the toilet, jumping into the water.
Stepping out of the shower, you grab your hair towel, wrapping your hair up and piling it on top of your head. You grab the second towel, your body towel, and wrap it around your body. Walking over to the sink, you grab your phone, reading a text from Jason
'BTW I'm bringing you a jacket, it's gonna be cold in the venue. Bruce went all out and got ice sculptures and shit. SMH.'
You smile and shake your head at Jason's antics. ever since he died he always ran very warm never needing much more than a leather jacket in Gotham winters.
'Your leather one?'
'Yes my leather one.'
You walk back into your room, throwing your phone down on your bed and open your closet. Pushing all of the clothes to the side you reach the side where you keep all of your fancy stuff, cocktail dresses, blouses, dress pants and suits.
"Go With the red floor length dress, The sparkly one. It'd match my tie."
"Jesus Christ Jase. Gave me a fucking heart attack" You turn to see Jason leaning up against the doorframe to your room, joint in hand. He's dressed in an all black suit, with a ruby red tie and black dress shoes. On top of the suit is his classic black leather jacket.
"Sorry princess. Didn't mean to scare ya." He walks over pulling a hit. He kisses you open hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing over your cheekbone before descending. His hand now rests on your jaw, thumb pulling your bottom lip down, opening your mouth as he breathes the smoke from his lungs into your mouth.
You inhale the smoke, letting it sit in your lungs as he pulls away, still keeping his hand on your jaw as he pulls another hit. "You sure about the red dress?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Jason kisses you again, this time short and chaste, before pulling away completely and setting the still burning joint on the ashtray on your nightstand. "Its hot as fuck and you look so fucking good in it."
"That's the problem" You say, pulling the dress out and placing it on the bed. "It's- well it's revealing. Plus I know how you can get"
"The fuck do you mean by that?" He asks, walking over to your dresser, pulling out a matching red lingerie's set.
You unwrap the towel off your body, throwing it on the chair in front of your desk. "Well I Don't exactly feel like getting kicked out because you start a fight Jase." Jason hands the set over to you
"That's not what I meant." He says sitting down on your bed next to the dress. "You said 'it's revealing' like that's a problem" He reaches over onto the nightstand to grab the joint, tapping the ash off.
"Jason I don't want to be harassed by creepy ass old men all night just for wearing the dress." You slip the lace panties on, the fabric feeling snug on your skin. "Honestly I might just wear that damn suit Damian got me for the Wayne Christmas Foundation Party. Would make my life easier."
"Wear whatever you want, gorgeous. I can fight."
"And that's why I'm worried Jaybird. I don't want you starting fights over me." Jason stands up, placing the joint in between your lips, taking the bra from you, turning you around to face the mirror with him on your back.
"Any fight I will ever start over you," He grabs your hand gently, pulling the strap over your arm before repeating the action on the other side. "Is a fight for the most noble of causes." He pulls the band tight, clipping the bra in place.
"Damn." You say pulling a hit of the joint "If we didn't have a Gala to attend in an hour and a half, I would be jumping your bones right now Jason Todd."
Jason laughs, pulling the now nearly burnt out joint from your lips. "We can always be fashionably late." He says with a grin.
"No, we will not be fashionably late." You walk over to the dress on the bed and gently take it off the hanger. "But if you behave yourself tonight you might just end up getting lucky."
"Is that a promise doll?" He says. Jason places the now burnt out joint on the ashtray and grabs the hanger from your hand. "Cause if so you have a deal."
"I promise." you chuckle. You bunch the skirt of the dress up and pull it over your head, allowing the fabric to fall over your hips.
"Is this a yes to the dress?" Jason walks over, grabbing the string for the top of the dress, pulling them over your shoulder.
"Maybe." You Adjust the fabric of the top part of the dress, pulling it so that it's comfortable and allowing Jason to pull the strings tight and tie them off.
"God you look so sexy right now." He bites his lip, checking you out. "I might just have to take you right here."
"I literally have a towel wrapped around my head and I don't have any makeup on. How hot could I actually be right now." you say
"The beauty of a woman isn't in the clothes she wears, the way she combs her hair, or the makeup with which she adorns," Jason Quotes "It is in her eyes, as the eyes are the windows to her heart, the most purely her thing she has."
"Did you seriously just quote Audrey Hepburn?" you say. you pull your hair out of the towel, walking over to your desk to grab the discarded towel.
"Maybe I did, what are you gonna do about it hmm?" You walk back into your bathroom hanging your towels on the towel rack on the wall. "I mean come on Todd, you are a theater kid for crying out loud. couldn't you come up with anything better?" You tease the smile you send him over your shoulder confirms it for him.
"She walks in beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright. Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light" He recites. The gentle love he stares at you with makes your heart tingle as you open the drawer with all your makeup.
"That's much better."
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•Red Hood and The Black Sphinx [Complete Masterlist] •
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Summary: Re-animation and resurrection: What’s the difference? (Y/n) can’t really tell the two apart, especially when it happens to someone she’s loved-and continues to love.
Disclaimer!: The complete story is on Wattpad, under @brennenscolby, but it is currently under editing. Feel free to read, but there will be variations in the next few chapters I share on Tumblr. I felt the need to review every single chapter, and repost in a much better format onto here. Xx
Pairing: Vigilante!Reader x Vigilante!Red Hood
Table of Contents
1: Flashbacks
2: The Lost and The Found
3: Gone
4: Recovery
5: Discovery
6: Comeback
7: Cat and Mouse
8: Reflection of a Lifetime
9: Nighthawks
10: Well, shit
11: Reminder
12: In hindsight
13: One in a Million
14: Gotham's shadow of the Night
15: Left Unsaid
16: Neon Nights
17: Too Deep
18: Baby Doll
19: King, Queen, Joker
20: Dream a little dream of me
21: Unknown
22: The end of the world
23: Betrayal
24: I don't want to set the world on fire
25: Wishful Thinking
26: Change of Heart
27: Crazy, he calls me
28: Through the Night
29: Meet me halfway
30: The Best of the Best
31: Picture this!
32: Without knowing it all
33: Unresolved sentiment
34: Uhh, what now?
35: Come together, as one
36: Red Hood and The Black Sphinx
37: Epilogue
Visual Inspiration:
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Chapter by chapter [3 songs per chapter]
Art by @Nadiratheamazon~
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At the Beginning (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/xWP0Qm8IVJ Ever wonder what 20th Century Fox's Anastasia (1997) would be like if the reader was Anastasia, Dimitri was Jason Todd, and I replaced most of the other characters with various characters from DC Comics? Well, you are about to find out.
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Interest and Infatuation | pt. 1
Red Hood x (Female) Reader
Summary: You’re a housekeeper working for the Wayne Family. A chance encounter with Red Hood leads to an unconventional romance neither of you expected.
Warnings: Some cursing. Weapons, violence, blood.
Pt. 2 // Pt. 3
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It had only been a week since you started working at Wayne Manor, but you’d already decided this was the best job in the whole city. The benefits that came with working for the richest man in Gotham City along with paid for housing within the city was a dream come true. With Gotham’s overwhelmingly high crime rate yet enviously low cost of living, you had your doubts about moving to Gotham but perhaps it was luck that enabled you to snag this job. Or maybe Alfred Pennyworth simply liked your personality.
Granted it wasn’t exactly a job to brag about and not your intended career of choice, but housekeeping was still a respected profession. It’s a job no one wants to do, but it continues to be undeniably a necessary one in all parts of the world.
In the week you’ve worked at the Wayne household, you had yet to meet your employer and his family. You only knew their faces from various forms of media, and from their portraits that hung in the gallery hall. From what you heard, they were all adopted and yet somehow they all held the same physical trait of being ridiculously attractive. On your first day of orientation and training, you had studied their portraits during one of your breaks and had decided to explore the palace-like interior. You remembered thinking it would be believable if they actually were blood-related. All the males had dark hair and blue eyes, except for the youngest who had more green than blue in his eyes, but they also had the same, secretive expression in their eyes―even the girl. But maybe that was the trademark style of the painter. You decided not to dwell on it and hurried back to continue your training. Then you proceeded to get lost on the way back and was left wandering the countless rooms until Alfred Pennyworth finally retrieved you.
You enjoyed the company of the five other girls employed in the Wayne Manor. They were helpful and hardworking. Each of them had worked there much longer than you though their ages varied. The one closest in age to you was Ellen. She had a son to support so she only worked part-time, with varying days that Mr. Pennyworth had kindly obliged to work with. However, her presence was required during special events, whether held at the Manor or any of the Wayne properties. This was something you had yet to experience but you were assured would happen quite frequently. Aside from Ellen, the others and yourself worked Monday to Friday from seven in the morning to three in the afternoon. It was a normal eight hour a day job. So far, the only unique clause in your signing to work for the Waynes was that you were to work exclusively for the Waynes, meaning you were prohibited to be concurrently employed elsewhere while under contract as a housekeeper in Wayne Manor. With the crime rate of Gotham as high as it was, you didn’t really blame them for adding such a clause to the contract. Fear of theft or even the threat of privacy violation were something even the richest family of Gotham would take measures to defend against, even from their own employees.
There were chores that had to be performed daily in the Manor that were as curious as the family that lived in it. It included washing dirty dishes that piled up overnight by the supposedly nocturnal family, scrubbing away at even more mysterious stains from carpets and rugs that appeared out of nowhere, and returning misplaced furniture back to their designated places. Other than the rectifying of these curious messes, there were plenty of other mundane tasks to do within the Manor such as sweeping, dusting, polishing, and so forth.
One day after working at the Wayne household and spending a day vacuuming the carpets, it was raining as you and the rest of the housekeepers made your way back to Gotham City. Today however you decided you needed to stop by the nearby market.
The five of you shared a car every day to cross the bridge to and from the Wayne Manor which was situated across the bay in Gotham’s suburbs. There was an apartment building in the city owned by Wayne Enterprises that was offered to the housekeepers. Two whole floors were reserved for Wayne Enterprise employees, though more specifically, for the Wayne Manor housekeepers and was rent-free only to them.
“Can you drop me off here?” you asked as the car approached the market just a couple blocks from the apartment building. “You guys can go on ahead. I just need to buy a few things.”
“Want me to go with you?” Citlali, one of the housekeepers, asked.
You shook your head and insisted, “No, I’m alright.”
“Don’t stay out too late,” Nour said as you opened the car door. Nour was one of the younger housekeepers who had one of the prettiest pair of eyes you’ve ever seen.
“I just need a few things,” you declared with a laugh. “It will be really quick. I’ll see you back at the apartment. Thanks.” With that, you shut the car door and hurriedly dashed through the rain and into the store.
It took only a few minutes to buy what you needed and you’re soon out in the rain under the safety of your umbrella. The sky was blanketed in gray and the clouds were heavy, making it look as dark as night. The downpour of the rain was calming but the chill made you pull your coat tighter around you as you watched the path for puddles. It was at the crosswalk when you heard the splash of another set of steps behind you. You hadn’t heard the pair of feet before and you wonder if the sound might have only been the echo of your own. You hadn’t passed many people when you left the market and you peaked beneath your umbrella only to see no one else on the streets. It was disconcerting to be alone on the street but if you screamed loud enough, surely the occupants of the apartment complexes around you would hear, even over the downpour.
You were torn between confirming the stalker behind you and simply running to the safety of your home. But letting a potential thief know where you lived was not the brightest thing to do, so you turned the corner at the intersection just before your apartment. You barely had a plan at this point, and your heart quickened at the realization that you were in a much more dire situation than you thought. You hadn’t even confirmed whether you were being followed but as you were contemplating how to do so, you were pushed into a wide driveway between two apartment buildings. Your umbrella was knocked from your hands and you dropped your grocery bag as you stumbled into a large puddle. Something pressed against your back.
“Scream and I’ll put a bullet through your heart.”
You nodded and blinked the rainwater from your eyes as you stared ahead, wide-eyed and trembling.
“Give me your purse. I just want your valuables.”
“It’s very rude not to help a lady with her bags,” a distorted voice called distantly. The echo bounced from the building walls but it sounded muddled as it mixed with the patter of the rain, making it hard to pinpoint where the voice was coming from.
“Who the fu―oh shit!”
You tried to figure out what was happening but you were too slow to see the quick exchange between the masked vigilante and your assailant who was now on his knees in front of the vigilante. There was a clatter as a gun skidded a few feet in your direction. You stared at one of the masked heroes you’ve only read and heard about in the news.
“Ma’am, you should get out of here and head on home.” The voice was robotic with a low tone and pitch. It took you a moment to process the situation as you stared at the red helmet, the dull gleam of the metal barely catching any light in the gloomy weather. Then you scrambled to gather your grocery bag and grabbed the handle of your umbrella, shaking out the water before raising it over your head. You almost dashed across the street but you only took one step before stopping and looking back. It seemed wrong to leave, to run away, especially without thanking your savior when you weren’t sure you would ever see him again. The vigilante noticed your presence and looked back at you curiously. The assailant took this as an opening and got to his feet and charged forward, raising his arm high and bringing it down in a swift movement at the unassuming vigilante. There was a knife in his hand.
Your savior turned just in time to stop the movement mid-swing by grabbing the blade and thus cutting his hand. He grunted in pain but managed to kick his opponent back hard enough to make him fall to the ground. Then with one hard and perfectly aimed kick to the head, the vigilante knocked out the assailant.
The vigilante shook his injured right hand side to side as if to shake away the pain. “Don’t you know women hate persistent guys who don’t know when to stop? Take a hint, man.”
You rushed back to your savior and approached with worry. “You’re hurt! I’m so sorry! It’s all my fault. Thank you so much for saving me.”
“It’s nothing,” he said, yanking his hand away when you reached out to take it.
“Please, let me see,” you insisted with an outstretched hand. You looked up at him anxiously, peering from beneath your umbrella. That’s when you noticed the rain slipping down his helmet and down the exposed skin of his neck just above his bodysuit. You lifted the umbrella higher and tilted it in his direction so he was under it. As if spurred by your actions, he revealed his gloved hand to you and you examined the cut where the blade sliced open his palm. It wasn’t too deep. This was something you could help patch up, but you were distressed by the blood steadily oozing from the wound.
“I just bought some first aid supplies from the market,” you said, holding up the bag of groceries. “I can clean this up for you.”
He retracted his hand. “Look, lady, I appreciate the thought but this seems like much more trouble than it’s worth.”
“It’s not!” you remarked. “This happened because of me. It’s my fault you got hurt. Let’s just go over there. It will be really quick, okay?” You were pointing at a bench outside a nearby store where it was protected from the rain by the store’s awning.
A deep sigh left him. “Okay.” He begrudgingly let you lead him a few paces to the covered seating area and sat down at your insistence, with you tugging on his arm the whole way. You quickly retracted your umbrella and placed your belongings on the bench as you sat beside him. He helped you peel the glove off his hand with the blood-soaked material almost glued to his skin.
You pushed down your nervousness as you leaned closer to him. The atmosphere was quite ambient, with the drumming of the rain on the awning overhead and the heavy downpour surrounding you. It felt comfortable, like you were in a safe and protected bubble. Except you were sharing the moment with a masked stranger. You never would have thought you’d be this close to one of Gotham City’s vigilantes. Before moving here you tried to do some research on them, but only found controversies and a surprisingly large online fanbase. You ultimately decided they were heroes and should be trusted guardians of Gotham, but never did you imagine you’d interact with one.
“So you just happened to be buying this stuff on your way home?” the vigilante asked conversationally.
“Yeah,” you answered. Then hesitantly you elaborated, “I recently started work that I’m not used to yet, so I’ve accumulated a few cuts and scrapes.”
He was silent for a moment as he took note of the roughness of your hands while you dabbed at his cut with some gauze pads. “And what is it that you do, may I ask?”
You hesitated again. “I’m a housekeeper.”
“...A maid?” Then he caught a glimpse of your uniform beneath your coat. “You work at Wayne Manor?”
“How did you know? There’s not even an insignia or emblem on the uniform,” you said while glancing down at your attire. You looked at him and examined the hardened expression set on the helmet.
“Oh, uh, it’s a distinctive uniform. It’s easy to identify,” he said, though you doubted it. The housekeeper uniform was a dress that stopped a few inches below the knees, gray in color and made of stiff material that did nothing to compliment the figure. The short sleeves were cuffed and had a cutaway collar and buttons going about halfway down the torso. A very plain ensemble.
You applied the antiseptic spray onto the cut and he made a hissing sound that sounded amusingly odd when mixed with the voice changer. When you soaked the cut enough in the solution you pressed gauze pads into his hand and quickly wrapped his hand with an adhesive bandage wrap.
“There, all done. Learned that from Google,” you said as you dropped the materials back into your bag. “Oh, and I think you need to keep it elevated…or something.”
“Heh, not bad for a temporary fix. Now we’re even.” He held up his hand to admire the handiwork.
You watched him carefully and said, “I’m really sorry again.”
“Hey, no worries. Why did you stop, anyway? Weren’t you scared?” he questioned. “Or did you stop because you were scared?”
“No, I wasn’t scared...I was relieved that you showed up and saved me,” you answered slowly, unsure how to express yourself, “but I didn’t leave because I didn’t like leaving you there with…my problem.”
“Your problem? It wasn’t your fault that this happened, so stop thinking that way. And secondly, this is my job so next time a hero or whatever tells you to get away, please listen to them.” He got to his feet then glanced back at you. “Now where do you live? Shall I walk you back home?”
“It’s okay. I live right across the street, just right there.” You pointed at an apartment complex a few buildings down and across the street, diagonally from where you were taking refuge.
“How embarrassing. I wanted to look cool but that just blew up in my face.”
You laughed a little. “Well, you were very cool when you saved me from that guy earlier,” you said.
A robotic hum sounded from his helmet. “That does make me feel a little bit better.”
You gathered your things and faced him, intending to leave. “Well, it was nice meeting you. Thank you again.”
“Likewise. Now hurry inside. I’ll watch you until you go in.” He slipped his hands into the pockets of his jacket and stared down at you.
You agreed with a shy nod. “Okay.” You scurried across the street with a thrumming heart and kept the umbrella low to hide your face. You didn’t look back even as you reached the building or when you passed through the doors. You made your way up and stopped to take a moment once inside your apartment, which was a corner unit of humble size. Your living room window coincidentally faced the street you had just been on, so you went to it and looked outside.
He was still across the street but closer now to the building and in the middle of the downpour. He was looking up at your window. You stiffened at this and slowly raised your hand to wave to him before quickly side-stepping out of sight to hide behind the wall.
It took you a long moment to gather the courage to peek out the window again and when you did he was gone, along with the unconscious criminal’s body.
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