#titans fanfic
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Alive | J.T.
Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader
Request: yes, here
Summary: Red Hood shows up at your apartment only to reveal he's your not-so-dead boyfriend
Warnings: Swearing, 18+, smut, some fluff, mentions of death, mentions of canon drug use (he's not actually high in this but it's mentioned)
Words: 3,412
A/n: A huge thank you to @tenpintsof-sundrop for the idea 😭 please go check them out if you haven't already!! This kept turning into angst (why can't I just write fluff and smut ffs) which is why it took forever I'm so sorry to the anon who requested this lol but there's no angst!! If you wanna be tagged in my fics, you can click the link below, send me an ask/comment, or follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary and turn on notifications if you prefer that!!
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Gotham’s city lights are the only thing illuminating parts of your room where your curtains don’t quite close all of the way. The sounds of distant sirens and passing cars echo into your room as you’re finally getting some much-needed sleep. Bruce called you three days ago with the news about Jason. Nothing really seems worth the energy anymore, including sleep but tonight it’s as if your body finally caved under the pressure of grief. But, you’re not asleep long before something wakes you up.
You stir awake to the sound of creaking near the window. Your eyes shoot open as you keep on your side, facing the opposite direction. Your heart starts to thunder and you swear you locked that window. It’s Crime Alley in Gotham City, you always lock your door and window. Jason even got you good locks for your window and your door. Someone can’t possibly be breaking in but that’s the only explanation.
You reach to the side of the bed, slowly, careful not to make quick and harsh movements so whoever is in your home doesn’t realize you’re awake. The metal of the baseball is cold against the palm of your hand as your fingers curl around the handle. It’s not a knife or a gun, but a metal baseball can kill and incapacitate all the same. All you need is one really good swing and you’re good to go. So, you suck on a deep breath, gripping the handle as hard as you can before you sit up quickly, turning around on your knees to face the intruder.
“Get out of my apartment!” You yell, baseball bat swung over your shoulder with your arms ready to swing the second he comes close enough.
He takes a step forward into the light coming from your window and your heart drops.
Red Hood.
Why the fuck is Red Hood, Gotham’s newest crime lord, standing in your apartment?
“Don’t freak out.” He says, the voice modulator disguising his voice.
You almost laugh at the request. He’s killing people out there and is ruthless but he doesn’t want you to freak out when he’s standing in your bedroom? That makes perfect sense. And why does it have to be your apartment? There are so many other ones he could have picked but it just had to be yours.
Jason is careful as he takes the helmet off, revealing himself to you. Your eyes grow wide as your jaw starts to fall open. Jason can see your grip on the bat start to loosen as his chest starts to swell. He always questioned your choice of a baseball bat, thinking you'd never wake up with enough time to grab it and defend yourself. He's happy he was clearly very wrong.
“You…you died…?” You question, almost certain you’re dreaming.
Bruce Wayne himself called you and told you Jason had been killed. You knew he was Robin and it was all over Gotham City News. Robin had been killed by the Joker. But, Jason Todd is currently standing in front of you, his chest moving with every breath which means he's alive.
He's desperately trying not to think about dying. That's not why he came here anyway. It wasn't to discuss the gorey details of a deranged clown with a bloody crowbar. It was just to see you and let you know he was alive. That is it. No more reminders of dying, not tonight. Not when he isn't high enough to numb the panic or pain of the thoughts. All he wants to do is see you and exist in a moment with just you and him.
“Didn’t stick.” Jason chuckles softly, holding the helmet on his hip.
There’s something Jason would describe as a chortle escapes your lips. “Didn’t stick?”
Jason shrugs his shoulder easily but there’s still some tension wrapped around his bones. “Yeah.” Jason clears his throat, looking to the floor and then back to you, thinking you probably don't believe him. Who would?
“How though?” You ask and you’re not sure how this is real.
Maybe you think you’re actually hallucinating now. Maybe grief has sucked you into insanity. But he sounds just as you remember and he looks the exact same. Jason dying and coming back as Red Hood, still fighting crime in some way, does sound like a very Jason Todd thing to do.
“Gotham.” Jason scoffs. “It’s a long story.” Jason skimps on the details, partially because he doesn’t really know how it works and also just to keep you out of it. He didn’t really like that you knew he was Robin anyway. Too dangerous.
Jason takes a step forward as you watch him closely. Maybe it’s a dream. But, it’s Gotham City and the weirdest and most unbelievable shit tends to happen here. Jason being resurrected isn’t actually the most insane thing you’ve heard of happening. It's just one of those things that's hard to believe because losing him hurt so bad you swore you'd never recover. You want to be positive it's him before you let your hopes up even if they're rising like a steady tide. Jason can see the hesitance the way your brows are still creased and the bat still hanging over your shoulder.
“Not convinced?” He asks through a shallow breath, his own hopes falling.
He didn't really think of what he'd do if you didn't believe him.
“In my defense, this is insane.” You state as your grip tightens on the bat. "I mean, resurrection or being zombified, kind of insane."
Jason lets out a sigh as he starts listing things only he would know about you and only things you would know about him. He tells you about your first date which wasn’t anything fancy but was yours. He told you about how he has his half of a photobooth picture you two took on your third date as a bookmark. And he tells you about Alred teaching him how to make chocolate chip cookies his first week at Wayne Manor because Jason couldn’t sleep. It was too quiet in the manor.
“I also told you the bat was a shitty idea because you’d never wake up in time to grab it.” Jason offers a smirk.
“Guess you were wrong.” You point out with a teasing look.
“Yeah,” Jason scoffs. “But you didn’t take a swing so…” Jason shrugs his shoulders, a grin splitting his face.
“Haha.” You scrunch your nose with the sarcastic remark. "I'm not gonna just hit someone with a bat." You shake your head dramatically.
"I broke into your apartment?" Jason lets out a chortle "I mean, don't fucking hit me now but someone breaks in, do something, babe."
"Oh, it must really be you because only Jason Todd would criticize my weapon of choice and then criticize what I do about someone breaking in my own apartment." You quip right back as you place a hand on your hip, the bat now hanging loosely over your shoulder being held with just one hand.
Jason's smirk turns softer, a gentle smile pulling at his lips as he looks to the floor and then back to you. "Yeah, it's me." His shoulders move forward as he sucks in a breath, letting it out slowly as if the very act of breathing too hard might make all of this disappear.
Your face softens and as hard as it may be to believe, it has to be him. Everything he listed is all stuff only the two of you would know and the quick quips, Jason never missed a beat. You don't know how or even why he's alive, but it's him. So, you drop the bat to the side of your bed, quickly getting up from your bed. You don't notice how cold the floor is as you run up to Jason, colliding into him with a force study enough to make him step back just so neither of you wall.
Your arms wrap around his neck as you bury your face into his shoulder. He smells different than before but somehow the same. He smells like gunmetal with a mix of the minty shampoo he always used. But, his arms come and wrap tightly around your middle and it all feels the same. His arms are still as sturdy as always and warm. He still feels like home and you do for him, too.
His chest erupts in warmth like a dormant volcano erupting for the time in decades. Every piece of him starts to be encompassed in warmth and a sense of comfort. It's been the longest three days of his life but that doesn't really matter, not right now. It just feels safe here. Between coming back, the drug, and Crane, it's been busy and hectic and heavy. But, he's standing here with you and all he wants to do is focus on this moment because it's not so heavy or loud anymore. You always let him just exist in a way no one else ever did.
Jason's the one that pulls away first but only until you look back at him. The corner of his mouth perks up before he collides his lips with yours. The kiss nearly sucks the breath out of your lungs as your eyes close and your hands tangle in his hair. Jason's grip tightens around you as if he's afraid you'll fall away from him if he lets go.
You can feel him smile against your mouth and it's something that always sent your stomach swirling. Jason Todd genuinely happy is something irreplaceable. And he is always happy to be anywhere near you.
The kiss starts to grow sloppy and desperate, teeth clacking against each other. The happiness of being reunited starts to collide into relief and desperation to never let go again.
Jason's arms loosen just enough to go to your hips, his fingertips sliding under your shirt and digging into your flesh. He's missed the feeling of your skin against his. It's been three days but dying really has made it seem like it's been years and he doesn't want to waste the time he gets anymore. All he wants to do is be with you and you slide his jacket, then hoodie off of the armor.
"Miss me?" Jason asks against your lips and you can feel the devilish smirk that's splitting his face.
"Always." You mutter before Jason tugs your shirt over your head and tosses it to the floor.
In a heartbeat, Jason has you backing up until your knees hit the edge of your bed. The two of you fall onto the soft mattress, Jason bracing the fall for the both you and his lips never leave yours. He slides his leg onto the bed, slotting his knee between your legs right until his thigh meets your wetting slit.
You almost groan at the contact and Jason feels the tremble of your lips against his. And he fucking smirks again.
"Seems like you missed something else, too, huh?" His voice is low but easy with the teasing remark.
"Shut up." You bite back.
It's something about the way he says it that you almost want to bite him and melt under his touch at the same time. Jason has never been one to just let things flow and meet in the middle, he always had to have some sort of comment about it with the corner of his mouth perking upwards. He just can't help himself and maybe you always found it a little bit endearing, even when he's annoying.
Jason pushes his thigh against your slit again and this time he's successful in getting a quiet moan from the back of your throat. The pressure is hot and thick as your underwear start to stick to your pussy. You grind yourself on his thigh and Jason knows he has you exactly where he wants you, not that you would rather be anywhere else right now.
You help Jason tug the armor off and onto the floor, leaving his chest bare and every toned muscle on display. Your mouth practically waters before you yank him back down to you.
He keeps his leg slotted between yours as you slide your hands over the muscles of his back, feeling every raised piece of skin where his back is tensed. His skin is always warm under your fingers. You can't help but glide your fingertips along the skin before digging your nails in.
Jason arches his back, a snarl leaving his throat before his eyes lock with yours. His pupils are blown, black consuming almost every trace of green. So, you do it again as a smirk tugs at your lips because you know that'll get him going. The look he gives you turns feral and hungry as if he hasn't eaten in weeks.
His thigh is pushed harder against your slit, earning him a whimper before he takes it away entirely. There's a triumphant smile on his lips as he raises his brow.
"I can still play the game better than you, babe." Jason teases before he kisses your cheek and moves down to your neck.
"Up for debate." You quip back as his teeth graze your pulse point.
Your heart jumps and you know he can feel it. A snicker falls from his lip before he nips down and starts sucking a purple mark into your skin. A reminder that you're his.
Jason slides his leg back between yours and as if connected by a magnetic force, you don't miss a beat in grinding yourself back on him. Jason scatters just a few more marks across your chest as your breathing becomes quicker, a warm and static pit growing in the pit of your stomach.
"Could just leave now." Jason huffs as he comes back to your lips, sliding a hand between your bodies.
"Don't you dare." Your threat is weak and almost pitiful.
Jason tugs the elastic of your underwear up, exposing your pussy to some of the cool air in the room. You wiggle against him, desperate to feel more than just his thigh. But, then he snaps the elastic back, making you jerk forward and let out a displeased whimper.
"Jay." You scold, a hollowed glare on your face as his face fills with amusement. "Come on." You whine, pushing yourself against his thigh as your hands trail from his back and to the zipper of his pants.
"Since you asked nicely." Jason offers you a toothy grin before he sits up.
Jason reaches for a condom from your nightstand before tugging his pants down and sliding it on. His hands come to your thighs, pulling you to the edge where he can position himself right up to your leaking slit. He nearly licks his lips as he slides a finger through your folds.
"All for me?" Jason asks with a confidence that makes you want to burn from the inside out.
You almost tease him back but you know if you do, he might just plop down next to you and get himself off.
"I missed you." You stick out your bottom lip, offering him a pout.
A rumble comes through his chest as he moves his finger to your clit. You lose all bite and snark from your words as the rest of the room melts away. It's been the longest three days of his life and he's missed you, too.
It's more than this that he misses. You always had a way of making any place feel like home. You always got him to feel comfortable in his own skin even when his own mind was running away with damaged versions of himself. And he's missed the way you go back and forth with him. A lot of people find him obnoxious and sure, you do, too sometimes but you still go back and forth. He's missed the way you always smile at him, with something like warm and kind. It's a relief being alive again, but it's also a relief getting to see you again.
"I missed, you, too." Jason finally says and he pulls his finger away.
Jason grabs his throbbing length in his fist, pumping himself a few times before he lines himself up with your pussy. He pushes forward, slow and steady as he rests a hand beside your head, holding his weight up. You turn your head, offering his forearm a kiss and the feral look in his eyes softens.
As he bottoms out, Jason places his other hand on the other side of your head, bending down to offer a soft kiss to your lips. His chest is heaving, moving rapidly but his lips are gentle against yours.
You slide your hands into his hair and instead of tugging, you wrap your fingers around the messy strands gently, as if happy to have him near you. Jason pulls out and then pushes back in, keeping up a steady rhythm as the two of you seem to savor the moment with each other.
He showed up as Red Hood. In the back of your head, you know he'll probably leave after this. He's not injured and he didn't seem upset. It's not really late which means he probably has something to do after this. Maybe that raises a lump in your throat for a split second because he's Red Hood.
It's not that Jason Todd magically came back from the dead and he's here again. It's that Jason Todd was murdered as Robin and then came back from the dead to be Red Hood, pick up being a vigilante just a more brutal and ruthless version of one. Being a vigilante is dangerous, as was proven just this week but Jaon comes back to go right back in the game. That part is scary.
Your heart skips as you kiss him back and you'll always be worried as he goes out there. Knowing it'll happen again. But, there is a part of you that admires him for it. He gets murdered and instead of quitting, he comes back to fight harder. Maybe that's completely insane but it is admirable. And you're proud of him for it. Worried, sure, but proud of him. So, you savor the way his lips are chapped against yours and the way his thrusts start to become a little quicker and desperate.
"Missed you." Jason mutters against your lips, his voice raspy and staggered.
"I missed you, too." Your voice is caught between a whimper and a whine.
Jason slides his hand between the two of you, finding your clit. His finger is gentle against the bud as your eyes roll back. He quickens his movements, matching the speed of his thrusts. A pit grows deeper in his own stomach as he nips your lip between his teeth.
He gets a low moan from you and he nearly finishes right then and there, his hips almost stalling. But, he recovers quickly, moving his finger in the way that always got you to unravel.
Your hands move to his back, nails digging in as the pressure feeling grows, echoing into your legs and down to your feet. He's pistoning out of you, the sound of skin on skin mixing with your moans and his groans fill the room. You tug him closer to you as you wrap your legs around his waist.
"Jay." You manage to get out as your throat feels like it's closing.
The room spins and Jason is relentless, knowing you're close. You can feel yourself pulsing around his length and you think your head might explode while your heart shoots out of your chest.
"Gonna cum over my cock for me, princess?" Jason drawls, his breath hot against your lips before he moves back to your neck.
"Uh-huh." You sputter out feeling the stars start in the back of your head.
His name falls from your lips loudly and sharply as everything around you explodes into static and stars. Your toes curl as everything starts to shake and convulse against Jason's length. The squeezing of his length sends him falling right off the edge with you, biting down on your neck as the orgasm rips through his body.
Jason works you both through your highs, slowly sitting up but keeping himself inside of you once your legs fall from his waist. He gives you this smile that's a contrast between cheeky and gentle. He bends down and presses a kiss to your forehead, earning a tired but loving smile from you.
"Thanks for stopping by, Jay." Your voice is hoarse but soft.
"Can make it a habit." Jason's grin turns into a smirk, but there's a softness in his eyes.
"Uh-huh, okay, Jay." You roll your eyes, kissing him back.
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A night out - Jason Todd
Warnings: protective Jason, mentions of underage drinking/alcohol consumption, language, unwanted attention (some guys can't take a hint), lowkey make-out sesh.
Summary: You and Jason had kept your relationship private for some time, but when a strangers flirting goes a little too far, Jason sets the record straight.
You and Jason weren't exactly hiding your relationship. You didn't care if anyone found out, but you kept to yourselves for the thrill of it, rather than out of necessity. Certain people knew, like Kory, who seemed to see through the two of you like glass, and Dick who had figured it out after Jason spent a little too much time staring at you in awe. But the others were kept in the dark, partly because there was fun in sneaking around, as well as the fact Jason claimed he loved having you all to himself.
It was enjoyable to catch Jason's gaze across a room and wonder what he was thinking about. And Jason derived his joy from things like texting you whilst around the others, little messages of "You look so hot right now." and your personal favourite "Your lips on mine in ten minutes, yes, or no?" He also loved little things, like his hand on your thigh under the table whilst Rachel and Gar were deep in conversation, or the way you would hold his hand in yours whenever you wanted.
Right now, you were standing in Jason's room, staring at yourself in the mirror, as you pulled at the edges of your clothes. It had been Jason's idea for you, him, Rachel, and Gar to crash a party that was happening a couple of blocks away. He claimed that the lot of you never got to do anything normal and that this was a great opportunity to do so. He was right of course. It was almost impossible to act like a regular human being when living in a place like Titans tower, but the concept of trying to be normal was so much more stressful than you ever thought it would be.
"You look fucking amazing, babe. Stop stressing." You feel Jason's arms snake around your body as he comes to stand behind you, the reflection of both of you together in the mirror relieving some of your stress.
"Are you sure it's not too much? I mean, I've never really been to a party before. I don't know what I'm doing." Your frown returns and you watch Jason lower his head to kiss the top of your shoulder.
"You. look. great." He presses a kiss to your skin between each word before pulling you away from the mirror. "Now, come on. We're gonna be late."
He's walking you toward the door when you stop him, tugging on his arm "You look great too you know."
He smiles, a wide and mischievous grin as he pulls you in for one last kiss, "Thank you, I already knew that, but thank you." His words make you laugh before you're shoving him away with a playful hand. You open the door to his room and step out into the hall, just in time to avoid an awkward encounter with Rachel and Gar as they come to find you both.
"You guys ready to go?" the green-haired boy speaks, a smile on his lips. He's excited, but you can't say the same, stomach bubbling with nerves. Jason can tell. You know he can, by the way he places a hand on your shoulder as he replies. "We gotta get a move on, at this rate, we'll get there when the parties fucking over."
You watch as Rachel sends a raised eyebrow your way, most likely due to the placement of Jason's hand, and the gentle squeezes he gives your shoulder every few seconds. You ignore it, trying to mask the smile that threatens to spill at the thrill of Jason's movements. They're always casual enough that they won't draw too much attention, but filled with a certain affection that creates something of mild speculation with the others.
You move down the hall soon after, quietly making your way past the rooms of the others in the tower before you're in the elevator and outside in minutes. The party is in an apartment two blocks away, and with every step taken in its direction, anxiety rips at your insides like a fed-up circus lion. In that moment, you forget the thrill of hiding your relationship with Jason and fall back by his side, whilst Rachel and Gar are arguing playfully, to take his hand.
"You good?" Jason leans over to whisper the question in your ear, squeezing your hand in the process.
You shake your head, staring straight ahead, as you mutter a response. "I want to throw up."
Jason removes his hand from yours, opting to place it on the small of your back as he leans down to whisper once more. "If this is about your outfit, I'm telling you, babe, the color scheme isn't too much, you look amazing."
"It's not that," you spare a glance at him, catching a hint of concern in his eyes. "This whole thing is just stressful, you know?"
As soon as you say it Jason feels guilty because in truth, he's not nervous at all. But clearly, you're carrying enough fear for both of you.
"Don't think about it too much. It's just you and me in a room full of people who aren't nearly as cool as we are."
That makes you smile, and Jason is glad for the change in your expression before you make your way back to Rachel. Jason's hand leaves you as you do so and he watches as you talk with her. He does so for a while and then, so he doesn't seem as smitten as he is, Jason steps up beside Gar, striking up a conversation with the boy until you make it to the door of your destination.
You climbed many a flight of stairs to get here, the apartment on an irregularly high level, in a complex with a broken elevator. Music pumps from behind the door, and with one last look at you, Jason turns the doorknob and steps inside. He's swallowed by the crowd and you almost lose him once you find yourself amongst all the people, but soon a hand grabs yours and you don't have to see who it is know that it's Jason.
"This is great, isn't it?" He's taken it upon himself to put an arm around you, so as to not lose you among the party-goers.
"It's loud." You shout back, his laugh vibrating through you as a response.
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You lost Gar and Rachel within the first twenty minutes. They vanished into the sea of people, and even with their unnaturally coloured hair, they were still so hard to see.
"How can we lose a guy like Gar? His hair is bright green for fucks sake." You stand on the tips of your toes as you say it, looking around as best you can. Jason doesn't seem to care, grabbing you by the waist now that you're alone. He spins you around to face him, and the smile he wears looks good on him, though everything looks good on him.
"Like I said, it's you and me in a room full of people that can never be as cool as we are. Not that bad right?" He's so close to you, so you can hear him over the music and chatter, and also just because he wants to be. He loves the smile on your lips as you look up at him, your arms around his neck, and the hidden confidence behind your eyes that he's dying to dig out.
"It's still a little intimidating, but I trust you." The way you say it makes sparks burst through Jason's chest. You trust him. You might be the only person that does. His thumb brushes over your cheek and only then do you realize one of his hands has moved up to cup your face.
"D'you want a drink?" He shifts his gaze to look for the kitchen, but when he turns back to you, you're shaking your head. "No, I'm good."
"Okay, cool." On the way here, Jason thought he would be drinking tonight, but now he doesn't think he wants that anymore. He'd rather be with you in the moment, soaking this all in, and getting drunk on the feeling of being with you in a public setting rather than on an unknown beverage.
"You can have one if you want, I don't mind." Your voice is so gentle and sincere, and Jason loves how nice it sounds against his ears.
"If you're sober, I'm sober, babe." He smiles once more, but something seems off, and you shake your head. "You don't have to be sober just because I am, you know. If you want to drink, go for it."
Jason just shakes his head, brushing his forehead against yours. "I don't want a drink, I just want you." It's a sweet sentence, and you're surprised by it, especially in the way it makes you blush.
"How long have you been waiting to use that line?" you ask, but Jason shuts you up with a kiss, short and sweet.
"I came up with it on the spot, I swear."
To that, you laugh, "It was a good line."
You watch as Jason raises an eyebrow, smirking wide as his hands come down to squeeze your hips. "You really think it was good?" He asks, and the question is so genuine that your heart melts a little at hearing it.
"Yes, Jason, it was good."
"How good?" He's back to his flirty self in seconds, the speed of the change giving you whiplash. You're smiling so wide now that your cheeks hurt, and you rest your forehead against Jason's collarbone to hide the strong blush you know is forming on your cheeks. Jason hugs you close, shifting from foot to foot as he sways offbeat to the music. "D'you wanna dance?"
"I don't think this is the kind of music you're supposed to dance to."
Your forehead, still pressed to Jason's chest, shifts up and down as he shrugs. "We could try."
It's not something you expect considering Jason isn't much of a dancer. When you ask him to dance with you, most of the time he only does so to make you happy, and he doesn't really dance. He just twirls you around once or twice, standing in the middle of the room as you move around him.
"You really want to dance, don't you?" You look up at him as you say it, trying to conceal a smile.
"Fuck, please don't make me regret asking." He's stopped swaying now, pulling back just enough that he can admire you. He's nervous now.
"We'll dance when the next song comes on."
Jason shakes his head, "By then I won't want to do it anymore, we gotta dance now before I change my mind." He's dead serious, shocking himself with the words. Jason hasn't felt this good in a while, and he wants to savor the moment while it lasts because he's not sure how long he'll have it.
"Jason, this song has no beat at all."
He swings your arms back over his shoulders as you speak, cocking his head to the side in a devilish manner. "Don't tell me you're turning down a challenge." He's pushing through his nerves as he begins swaying again, moving you with him. You're right, the music has no specific pattern, and it is more a mix of strange noises than an actual song, but he tries anyway. Jason focuses on your smile, and then the way that you laugh as he makes an attempt at twirling you around. And he feels so happy.
When the song changes, he stops moving. "Right, dancing privileges have been revoked, you never saw a thing." You laugh at that too, and Jason soaks up the sound like a sponge, wanting to keep it all for himself.
"Your secret's safe with me," the words are gentle and sweet, and if you weren't so close to him, he doubts he would have heard. But he does, he hears you just fine. "though I can't promise I won't write about it in my diary."
Jason raises an eyebrow, "You have a diary? Can I read it?"
"If I did have a diary there is no way you would be allowed to read it."
"Why?" Jason brings a hand up to your face again, tucking your hair back behind your ear as he does. "You've written about me in your hypothetical diary, haven't you?"
You screw up your nose at him and he continues, finding it impossible not to tease you. "Dear diary, Jason looked so good today. He smiled at me, I think I'm in love with him." As he says it, he sees that same fleck of confidence flickering behind your eyes. When you open your mouth to speak, excitement courses through him like he's just been plugged into some intense power source with no limits.
"There may or may not be a few pages like that in the hypothetical diary." And just like that, in one sentence you've spoken, Jason is falling so heavily that he leaves his stomach, and heart behind in your hands.
"You told your diary you love me, huh?" he tries to hide his need for the answer through flirtation, pulling you just that little bit closer. You're focusing more on his nose than his eyes now as if you're not yet ready to battle his gaze.
"Will you promise to love me back if I say that I did?" it's a genuine question and Jason is trying his best to hold back a grin.
"Definitely."
So far, he's kept himself composed (on the outside at least), but internally, Jason wants to implode. The thought of you holding so much affection for him that you could actually love him is beyond Jason's comprehension. He wants to hold on to the feeling he has now, all the feelings you're giving him, and never let them go. He never wants to let you go either. So, he drops his cool guy persona. Jason lets himself look at you with utter adoration that is impossible to mask, and he knows you can see it written all over his face, but he doesn't care. He's so used to hiding his feelings but doesn't want to hide this.
"You're being serious? You think you love me?"
There's a silence between you, and it seems to stretch on forever, a heavy contrast to the pounding in his ears, his heartbeat crying out for an answer so loud that he thinks that the whole room can hear it.
"I don't think I love you, Jason Todd, I know I do, but don't make me regret it."
A wave of reassurance washes over him at the response, and he knows it's the truth in the way you act. It's as if you're afraid he won't feel the same and Jason curses himself for never being good with honest words. But he's happy and he's relieved, and this is the best day of his life, he thinks.
"I fucking love you." the words are quiet because Jason finds them hard to say. Not because they aren't true, but because he doesn't think he's ever said those words to someone before and meant it. But he's at ease when he watches your lips upturn, the softest smile gracing your features. Jason presses a kiss to your forehead, before moving to twirl you around once more. Somehow in the process, your eye catches a clock across the room. "Shit, Jason we need to get back." You scramble around to face him, looking over his shoulder for something, though Jason doesn't know what it is.
"Hey, calm down, it's not that late."
You turn back to him, panic in your eyes, "Jason, look." You point toward the clock and Jason lets out a breath. "It could be wrong, clocks are set wrong all the time."
He feels you shift, watching as you pull your phone from your pocket and stare at the screen for a solid few seconds. Jason moves by your side so he can see the time, and exhales harshly. "Well, shit."
"We have a training session with Dick in like, four hours." You sound panicked and Jason winces at the thought of fighting the man on little sleep. "By the time we find Gar and Rachel and get back—"
"Stop," Jason cuts you off. He's not too bothered about a lack of rest. He hardly gets any anyway. He'll just take a nap later in the day if he needs it. He's done it before, and so have you, so Jason can't quite understand why you're so freaked out. "It's not that bad, if we go now, we can find them." There's a pause, and when you say nothing, Jason frowns.
"Hey, breathe." He grasps your shoulders gently, trying to snap you out of whatever the hell is happening. "We're not kids, we won't be grounded. We're fine." Jason's not so sure about the grounding part, even though you aren't children, he wouldn't put it past Dick not to try and keep the lot of you inside. He pulls you against his chest, squeezing you in a tight hug. "How ‘bout you go get some water or something? I'll find them and meet you in the kitchen."
It's sweet of him to say, Jason Todd, a boy with such a rough exterior being so gentle with you, and you nod. he does the same and you split up, you on the move for something to stop the tightness in your throat, and Jason off to find Rachel and Gar.
When you make it to the kitchen you grab the first thing you can find, which is an empty red solo cup sitting on the counter. It took you a little longer than you would have liked to find the kitchen, and when you get there your panic has only escalated. You fill the cup with water from the tap and gulp it down like it's the last thing that will ever pass through your lips. In an instant you feel somewhat better, filling the cup up again as you wait for Jason and the rest of your companions.
It doesn't take long for someone to approach you, though it's not the boy you want it to be. He's followed by a friend, and you back yourself up into the kitchen counter, hoping they'll pass by you if given the space to do so. They don't.
"I haven't seen you around before." The line is cheesy, and it's even worse that this guy thinks it could ever work on you.
"I have a boyfriend." You say quickly, hoping that might deter their interest. The two men look between themselves, a laugh escaping the first guy.
"So?"
"So," You drag out the word, "I'm not interested in whatever it is you're implying." You stare into your cup, watching the clear liquid swirl around. You're not worried, Jason, Rachel, and Gar should be with you soon.
One of them steps forward, the guy with the cheesy pickup lines extending a hand. "I'm Danny, what's your name?" Okay, maybe you are a little worried.
"Not interested." You make a move to leave, even though you're supposed to wait for Jason to find you. It will take longer to get back to the tower if you lose each other, but you're willing to take that risk if you can escape this situation. The problem now lies in how you'll escape the kitchen. The two men have shifted now, to block the exit like jocks in some cliché teen movie.
"Move." You're surprised at how strong your voice sounds, and you look them in the eye for the first since they showed up. You don't feel anywhere near as confident as you're pretending to be.
"Just tell us your name." It sounds ten times more threatening when you're looking at the guys, and there's a part of you that wishes you'd never looked up. You hold composure, however, drinking the rest of the water in your cup before crushing it on the counter.
"Like I said, I have a boyfriend. Now get out of my way."
When they don't move you take the risk of shoving past them, the action taking them by surprise enough for you to slip through the gap created between their two bodies. On the other side of them, relief wraps around your bones, as you see Jason in front of you, Gar and Rachel waiting by the doorframe of the kitchen. You take the few steps you need to be by his side, and once you're there you feel the familiar warmth of Jason's hand on your back.
"Hey," Jason offers his attention to the guys in front of him "I don't think we've met." He pulls you closer to his side as he speaks, and you look up to catch a glimpse of the anger in his eyes. It's not masked under anything except for a pissed-off smile.
"Who are you?" There's confusion written all over the faces of the boys as they await a response, and Jason doesn't bother with the dramatics anymore, getting to the point.
"I'm the boyfriend." He lets that sink in, and when the guys don't say a thing, he continues. "You know, the one she told you she had right before whatever the fuck this is" He waves a hand at the guys, and they don't seem pleased by it. But he doesn't flinch under their gaze. His is much more intimidating, and he knows it. Jason turns his head to look at you "I wanna punch them."
You could see this coming from a mile away, and you place a hand on his arm, though you don't know what that will do. "Don't punch them."
Jason grunts and you can tell he's fuming, though none of his anger is directed at you. "I'm gonna punch him." Jason nods toward the one closest to you and your eyes widen.
"Alright, the party's over." You grab Jason's hand, sparing a glance at Gar and Rachel that says, "A little help over here would be nice."
In seconds they are with you, Gar taking Jason's shoulders in his hands, trying to pull him out of the kitchen. For a moment you think you're gonna make it out without violence ensuing, but the two guys who dared to bother you before, make the mistake of laughing. Jason swings, and the sound of his fist hitting the first guy straight in the mouth makes a loud smack. The guy stumbles back, and whilst his friend is busy helping him up, you, Gar, and Rachel manage to pull Jason from the room, and out of the apartment.
The first words spoken once you're out of the party setting, come from Gar. "You guys are dating?"
"Yes, Garfield." The words sound like a hiss from Jason's mouth before he turns back toward the door. "I'm going back in there."
"No, no you are not." you pull Jason down the hall away from the door, hoping he doesn't make a break for it so he can continue the fight. "I told you not to punch him, why did you punch him?" You're scolding him and Jason meets your eyes, running a hand through his hair as he tries to calm himself down.
"He just had such a punchable face, you know? It was just made to be punched." He balls his hands into fists, before flexing his fingers out again as if remembering the feeling of hitting the guy square in the mouth. "Plus, those guys were being fucking assholes."
He frowns and you watch as concern takes over his features. "You okay?" Jason's mind is racing as he says it, and his urge to go back in there and finish the fight returns as he pictures the guys from the kitchen harassing you.
"I'm fine, Jason."
"Are you sure? It seemed pretty intense in there." It's Rachel who speaks, and as much as you love her, you hate the way her words spark Jason's anger once more. This time though, he looks to you for permission.
"Just give me ten minutes in there, I'll talk to them."
"And I assume you'll be talking with your fists?" You raise a brow, almost laughing at the concept of Jason talking something out in a civilized manner. He just shrugs, a smug smile on his lips.
"Only if a visual demonstration is required."
You swat him on the shoulder taking his hand and making your way to the staircase. "Come on, we’ve got to get back."
Jason sighs, following you with Rachel and Gar close behind. Soon, you're all jogging down the street in the direction of Titans tower, the four of you yawning and stumbling as you do so. Jason looks over at you as you race after Rachel, and he knows it's cliché, but he wonders how he got so lucky with you. You meet his eyes once, hot breath creating little puffs of steam in the cold night air. He moves up beside you, still running
"What would you do if I kissed you right now?" He pants as he says it because no matter what the movies portray, it is hard to talk and run.
"I'd kiss you back, of course." You shift your eyes between him and the ground in front of you, making sure you don't trip whilst distracted by Jason's words.
Jason lets out a heavy breath, "Awesome."
He stops running, catching your hand before you can get too far and pulling you back to him. You stumble as he does so, your sudden change in pace making you lose your footing. But Jason is there to grab you, and you conveniently fall right into his arms.
"Hey." You're breathless, and Jason gives you a second or two to pull air into your lungs before he's kissing you for what seems to be the hundredth time that night, but it never gets old. Jason doesn't think he could ever tire of your lips on his, and he thinks his dying wish if he got one, would be to touch you one last time. But he's not dying yet, so he's taking his time, one hand moving from your arm to the side of your face. You lean into him, and he soaks up the moment, knowing that at some point he'll have to pull away, but just not right now.
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THE MOTEL ROOM — "The Begin"
Since the beginning, Dick Grayson and you were trained and put up as the perfect rivals. Two individuals with different perspectives who yet want the same out of life. Meeting each other over and over again, it is the same situation: one wins, the other loses—but it all ends in the same motel room.
And it all began with the day you two met...
Warning: NSFW — explicit violence, cursing, mentions of injuries/killing in detail, mentioned co-dependence (mentor/mentee), bit angsty fluff
Pre-Titans — Dick Grayson x Reader
Your knee hit with force right in the groin of the men attacking you, kneeling him down in one swing. Fear widened the eyes of his partners, yet they stood their ground. As much as they wished to simply give in to their fear, they all had given their boss a vow that did not allow them to do so. Eyes glistening, you smiled grimly, recking your chin up as you signaled them to come right at you.
No matter how much you made them shit their pants, they were still men with their full blown ego. Every second they showed their fear of a girl, it felt like poison to them and they hated it.
A roaring sound filled the badly lit alley as the first men stepped forward, wielding his fists at you. Ducking it easily, you had already grabbed his arm, twisting it harshly. The others came at you, trying to help their poor fellow. While their hatred fueled their actions, yours were fueled by the euphoric sound of their pain, pushing the adrenaline in your body as it worked its will.
Two of them hang onto your arms, holding them back as tightly as they possibly could, to give the third one a free way to fight you off. What a brutal mistake they’d made.
Just as they can close off to hurt you, you smashed your head hard enough against his nose. Crying out loud, he tumbled back, raising his arms to his bleeding nose. The only concern he could suddenly concentrate on. Using all the muscle strength you had in your core, you pulled the men down with you. Only difference was that unlike them, you rolled yourself gracefully over your shoulder, leaving them on the ground.
They would struggle for a longer while.
Leaving them behind in the alley, you started to run over to the old brick factory where all the chaos came from. Fucking hell, this hadn’t been how your mentor and you had pictured this entire situation to go down, but standing here and crying about it wouldn’t change it now either. As for now, the knowing that your mentor probably had the situation handled was the only relief.
Running into the factory, you tried to catch up with her, but soon realized you ran into much more trouble than you had imagined. The small group of the Duke’s men outside now resembled a foreplay, while what happened in front of your eyes was the true battle ground, and it didn’t take long until you were noticed.
“Looks like the cat has let out her kitten,“ one laughed, pulling all the attention to where his gaze was glued—you.
The men came storming toward you, you only had the briefest of a moment to overlook the situation. Not enough to try and check how your mentor was doing.
Drawing out your knives from your thigh halter, you greeted the fight with a vicious grin. Once there may had been a time where you had used to hold back, but you couldn’t remember any of it. Those days were long over and given by their blind reaction, they all underestimated you and they would be sorry for it. The first hit felt freeing, like a calling to a greater power. This was what you were born for, trained to master and dared to live.
Their throaty groans and roars echoed in your ears as your knives struck into some of the weakest points of their bodies, their soft skin lushly craving in, standing no chance against your quick movements. Until they got ahead of themselves, one dared to grab after one of your knives, walking into open fire as it dived deep through his arm, blood splashing right in your face.
Fuck this shit.
Fueled by every single of their groans, you struck over and over again, fighting your way through the newly formed group of opponents until all of your gymnastic and tactic skills weren’t enough anymore. You felt the cold metal resting against your skull. You didn’t even have to turn to know what it was, your gut told you. Putting down the bloody knives back in your halter, you breathed out just as a shot rang through the chaos of the old factory.
Your entire body tightened in surprise, however, the plump sound of a body falling down to the ground was the testimony you were waiting for. Gulping, still struck by the sudden shock, you turned slowly to see that someone had perfectly hit the pulse artery of your opponent’s neck.
“Were you waiting for death?“ someone called out.
A guy, not much taller than you, dressed in a dark costume with a cape draped over his shoulders and a black mask covering his eyes, came closer to you. You’d never seen him before.
“And who are you?“ you asked, instead of answering his question.
His dark, brown hair was long enough to fall into his face, almost covering his eyes. Nevertheless, it didn’t seem to be a handicap as he appeared to be an excellent shooter.
His equally dark gaze met yours, eyeing you seemingly from inch to inch. “Doesn’t matter, but looks like we fight for the same side.“
Much worse than the shot was the sudden astonishing sound of an explosion that shook the walls of the entire factory, filling it with fire, broken glass and rubble that spread everywhere. Within one swift movement, the stranger had swung his cape over your bodies shielding you both from the massive heat wave and shatter that rolled over you. Your ribcage was moving heavily against his firm one as you found yourself held securely in his arms.
“Don’t expect me to thank you for that.“
“I won’t.“ he assured you bitterly.
The stranger pulled back his cape, revealing the destruction that had just occurred. Your body trembled next to his, feeling his assuring warmth leaving you. Although fear had become a foreign feeling to you, it always found a way to creep back up on you. It had been long since you had last seen your mentor and this was going far out of control. You couldn’t trust the blindness of trust anymore—you had to make sure she was fine.
Without another word to the stranger, you headed straight toward the destruction, knowing something or someone had caused it and that your mentor couldn’t be far from it. Gun shots, followed by unfamiliar yells came right from the direction of the towering rubble. The explosion had wrecked down almost an entire wall, flooding the factory with the construction lights from outside.
Chaos was erupting wherever she looked, drowning any of her thoughts with the sounds of gun shots and cries. Swinging out of nowhere onto the facade scaffolding, your mentor came into your sight, followed by a darker, taller figure. One that she never officially introduced you to, yet always talked about—it was Batman. Indulging in the fight happening around them, they were fighting side by side.
“Guess you’re right. We do fight for the same side.“ you murmured, noticing how the stranger had caught up to you.
The calm before the storm lasted for the briefest of moments. Much like your mentor, the stranger suddenly whipped backwards out of nowhere, and within one bones-cracking movement, he had brought down a man, stomping brutally on his hand to force him to let go of the knife he wanted to attack you with. His yells drove deep through your bones, vexing you in the best way possible.
Glancing from the man to the stranger, you had so much to say but no words came out.
“Then you better show me what you’ve got.“ he challenged you, nodding to the incoming trouble rushing toward you. You heard his knuckles crack, balling his fists as you drew out your knives, ready to take on any fight if it meant to keep your and might as well his mentor’s back free.
As the group of Duke’s misfits came closer to you, you immediately recognized their change of weaponry—for the worse, as they had exchanged the usual guns to the Duke’s specialized ones.
“Don’t get hit,“ you warned, knowing the greater danger of the Duke’s bullets.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, princess.“
Furiously you turned around, sending him a glare for that pet name. He was cocky, overall too confident to be this cool through a fight that could potentially end his life, and it frustrated you to the maximum. This wasn’t some sort of game, no matter how much he tried to turn it that way. Neither of you wouldn’t make it out without any hurt if you didn’t watch out. He, however, recked his chin up, as if he was daring death by any chance to come by.
Combat was nothing compared to a gun, it would always defy the other, but you were quick—quicker than them with their guns. The stranger was too, he struck perfectly every single time, bringing down men after men. Shots rang from everywhere, spiraling around you and your opponents, trying your best to keep yourself away from the bullets.
But no training could make every flaw of one vanish. A high-pitch voice cried out from a far, ringing in your ears, causing you to turn your attention away for the split of a moment. On the rooftop of the factory next door was your mentor with a dark shadow draped over her. Your heartbeat got stuck in your throat, causing you to gasp after air. He would keep her safe, or that was at least what you hoped for.
A laughter, followed by someone calling out for you, pulled you harshly out of your trance. The shot rung so insanely close by you that you were able to feel the vibration. You tried catching your breath, it had almost scraped your skin.
No material was able to withstand the Duke’s experimental bullets—they were perfect into its smallest detail and were as deadly as their description. As soon as they entered one’s skin barrier, the bullet would shatter into millions of small pieces, wounding one very little at first, before painfully killing them due to internal bleeding.
You looked the horror straight in the eye as another shot rung, seeing exactly how the bullet hit the stranger through his suit in the lower abdomen. All color vanished from your face. Within seconds, he crunched in pain, unable to keep up the defense and becoming an easy target for your opponents, but not if he was with you.
Picking up the blades that you had dropped, you picked up one by one before they’d come to the realization what you were doing. Pushing yourself up on your feet, you threw the first knife, striking straight into the neck of one, and then another. The anger, and mainly worry for the stranger, blinded and caused you to go riot. You had no idea if the bullet had hit him or not, if he was bleeding already, however you couldn’t get to him, not if there were still people attacking you around.
The last one plunged forward, wrapping his arm around your neck, choking you with his hold. Grabbing onto his arm, you stabilized yourself from his sudden act but were quick to think, ramming your knife the next second in the soft part of his thigh, probably slashing a few veins in the process. His groans echoed in your ears, as you pressed your lips angrily together, ripping it out again, only to wind it down again and again until he let go of you.
His cries of pain grew louder as you kneeled him in his groin, letting him sack onto his knees. His angered eyes were glued onto you. The only words that escaped his mouth were bad names, but you didn’t care, it would be his last ones. Your knife slashed his throat, ceasing away his voice, having the blood splashing right in your face as you dig your knife deep enough for him to never speak again.
The voice of your mentor echoed through your head. Ever since the beginning, she had taught you that death was the last option, and although you could have punished that man without killing him, it was what he had deserved.
Glancing over to the stranger, you instantly banished any further thought of regret out of your head, running over and crashing right down on your knees next to him. His breath whistled through his throat, his chest only heaved with struggle causing your hands to become shaky. He couldn’t die in front of you after just saving your life, this wouldn’t be fair. You took a closer look where the bullet hit, checking for the awful impact, as relief rushed over you. The Duke’s ultimate weapon may not be as unavoidable as he thinks. The bullet had struck deep into the hard shell of his suit, withholding the full impact of it.
“Thank God,“ you breathed, meeting the stranger’s helpless gaze as you held onto him.
The unsteady metal platform underneath you vibrated under the jolt as someone—might add elegantly—swung their way onto it. In-between the chaos of it all, your mentor came closer to you, noticing what had happened. Kneeling down on the opposite sided of the stranger, she leaned down, also inspected the wound with great fear.
“He’s lucky,“ you told her, pointing at the bullet entrance. “The suit shell stopped the bullet, somehow. I can stabilize him and then we can go find the Duke.“
“No,“ your mentor interrupted you immediately, brushing the dark brown hair of the stranger out of his face, a motherly gesture, as if she knew him. A concerned, yet loving gaze hushed over her face as you watched her closely. “You need to bring him away from here, somewhere safe. Check on him and make sure he survives the night. I’ll come for you.“
As you processed her words, you shook your head. This had become the biggest mission for your mentor and you since the beginning of it all. You had hunted down the Duke for almost an entire year by now, only for all of this to turn out much bigger than either of you had expected. With almost experienced firsthand what the bullet could do, there was no way in hell you would let her do this without your help, even if she didn’t need it. You were trained for this, and for this only. You couldn’t let her do this on her own.
Letting go of the stranger, you pushed yourself up and caught her wrist. “No, I’m coming with you.“
“We’ll handle this, trust me.“ she said, grabbing your hand, squeezing it tightly before letting go of you, ready to storm into the next fight. “Please, do me the favor and protect Robin.“
Jumping off the platform, she was quick to getaway, leaving you behind with the stranger.
“No, I can’t,“ you yelled out, “Selina!“
Your eyes had burned as your mentor had turned her back on you, and even though every fiber of your body argued to go after her, you did as you were told to.
Unlike you, the stranger didn’t argue when you had draped his arms over your shoulders, helping him to get back up on his feet. His face had contorted in pain as he straightened himself. Without any second thought about it, you had reached out for his free hand to press it together with yours against the wound, because even though you didn’t know him, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. You had spent the entire past months analyzing every data and material about the Duke’s bullets you could get your hands on, knowing the brutal impact they caused all too well.
As you had made your way carefully through the rubble of the factory, headed outside, a car came into your view. You didn’t care whose car it was, only having on your mind that you were in need of one to take the two of you somewhere safe, and you were glad that the stranger apparently didn’t care either.
Gotham City’s streetlights flickered past you as you rushed through the late night traffic, driving out of the city, stopping somewhere in-between the highway and the next suburb at a familiar run down motel, where rarely anyone ever willingly stayed at. It was run by an old lady and her son, whom received anonymous checks with money once in a while for her unknown guests. It had served your mentor and you well many times, it was the perfect hideout when things got wrong as no one would ever question it.
Given the dried blood all over your clothes and face, and the weapons strapped onto almost every limb of your body, you were more than thankful now to not go up and having to pay for a room. Instead you simply had done it as always—cracked the lock open and entered as if the place belonged to you.
The blood hardened on your face, yet you could feel it cracking when you found yourself kneeled in front of the stranger, whom you had placed into the dusty, old wing chair. With great carefulness and even greater improvisation, you tried your utter best to take care of his wound, patting with a cloth soaked in cheap vodka from the minibar onto the wound. A sharp whimper left his mouth.
“I’m sorry.“
“It’s fine,“ he falsely assured you through gritted teeth, looking down at you.
Ignoring his lie, you shook your head as you continued to clean out the wound. It was far from being anything merely close to being fine, it was worse than you had thought. Although the hard shell of his suit had stopped the bullet’s full impact from entering his body, it had burned partly through the material, leaving a nasty, large burned scar on his lower torso. Unclothing him without hurting him at the same time seemed impossible, the suit material had burned slightly onto his skin.
“I’m almost done,“ you told him, not knowing what else to talk about. You didn’t even know him, and the silent tension in the room was suffocating you.
He didn’t say anything in return to, instead, he tried his best to suppress any noise of pain. Besides the small vodka bottle, you hadn’t found much to take care of his wound. It was pure luck that it was only a burned flesh wound, instead of an open one. Otherwise, you would’ve been fucked as there was nothing laying around to remotely sew it close. By ripping and shredding a towel with your knife, which went dull in the process of it, you had managed to makeshift a bandage for him.
“Here, lean forward,“ you took the prepared bandage in your hand.
Slowly he leaned forward, groaning in pain with every movement. As quickly as you were able to, you wrapped the towel remains around his torso, pulling it tight. It didn’t need to hold for long, it just needed to help him survive the night.
“It’s not ideal, but it’s better than nothing,“ you sighed, reassuring yourself that the bandage was secure enough. Split seconds later, you held in, noticing your hands near his naked upper body, so close that you feel his warmth, his heartbeat racing, his breathing slowing down. In the next, you felt his eyes scrutinizing every inch of you, making you glance up to him to meet his eyes, only to catch him with parted lips.
”Thank you,“ he breathed quietly in return.
You gulped under the tension of his eyes watching you, letting go of his hips as you pushed yourself away from him until you could lean against the end of the bed. For the first time in this long night, you felt some sort of relief as you leaned your head back against the old mattress. Every part of your body felt tensed and sore, and while you tried your hardest to stay wake, you craved nothing more than to crawl into that dusty bed and get some rest.
But you didn’t close your eyes. You couldn’t fall asleep, not until you saw her again and knew that nothing happened to her. Looking at the stranger, you were sure he felt the same way as he moved around unsettled in that chair, feeling miserable as he was unable to do anything due to the crushing pain that kept him sitting right there.
“So, you’re Robin, huh? Batman’s little sidekick?“
A muffled chuckle escaped his mouth. “I’m far from being little.“
“You’re not even a head taller than me.“
He shrugged, regretting it immediately as another sharp whip of pain hit him. “So what, I’m still growing, unlike you probably.“
He wasn’t wrong about that.
“You’re the Kitten everyone talks about.“ he said after you hadn’t said anything in return to him.
You pressed your lips to a small smile. “That’s at least what everyone calls me.“
He pushed himself further down in the chair, letting out a breathy groan in response. “I already guessed that that wasn’t your real name.“
Meeting his dark gaze, you replied, “Well, I’ll take that Robin isn’t your real name either.“
“No, it’s Dick.“
“Dick? For real?“ you snorted, seeing the annoyance written all over his face as he rolled his eyes. “No, I get it. Short for Richard, right? I’m Y/N.“
He didn’t say anything in reply to that. You’d received nothing beyond a simple, barely recognizable nod. Not a false ’nice to meet you’, nor a silly comeback comment about your name. Instead, he and you fell into silence again, heads resting with eyes so heavy, drained from any energy and feeling so desperate for rest, yet neither of you dared to fall asleep.
“You still have blood on your face.“
You felt it, how it dried down all over your face, cracking with every movement. Once your immediate reaction would have been to touch your face in astonished shock, now however, things were quite different. Instead, you sat there doing absolutely nothing about it. “I know,“ you replied quietly, “I don’t care.“
It was the truth, you didn’t a bit. It left you cold.
“What do you care about?“
The tone of his voice clearly mocked you, although its tiredness, and it made you furious. Let alone looking at him suddenly made you regret that you had saved him as he was the reason you were stuck here. The reason why you weren’t with your mentor, fighting alongside her like you were supposed to. Now all you were left with his mockery tone and the bitter unknown of your mentor’s well-being.
Batman may was with her, and God knows, what a skilled fighter he was, but that wasn’t enough for you. Your mentor and you had stood together for years now after she had taken you under her wing, no one knew her better than you did. You knew every move of hers, you knew when you were about to win, as well as when to give up a fight. No one could protect her as you could.
For months, you had watched the Duke and his following, trained and prepared to overthrow, only to end up being stuck with a stranger in a motel room.
“You know what I do care about?“ it left your mouth quicker, more harsher than you had intended. “I care about Selina. I care about the mission I had with her before Batman and you came along. We’ve had a plan, it would have all been fine if you hadn’t showed up, because now I’m stuck here, not knowing when or if she comes back, and that’s all your fault.“
“If I hadn’t shown up, they would’ve shot you right in the head.“
“So it be!“ you cried out.
He scoffed. “You can’t be serious.“
“Oh, I fucking am.“
All the pain seemed forgotten as he sat up straight, his eyes so sterling furious.
“Look, I understand exactly how you feel, but this was so much bigger than either of us had expected. We would’ve only been a burden for them, instead of help, and you would’ve been dead if I hadn’t been there to save you. As much as you have saved me with this.“ he argued, his voice cracking by the end, motioning to the bandage you had made. “I know this unknown sucks, but they will make it through. They’ve faced worse together already, have a little faith in them. She’ll come back for you.“
Hot tears shot in your eyes, as you loosened your balled fists. Facing away from him, you blinked them away, trying your utter best to keep yourself contained. You felt like a fool for reacting this intensely, especially in front of him. You’d noticed yourself a while ago how bad it had gotten, how much you depended on your relationship with Selina. She was the only family you had left and although she was far more experienced than you, letting her alone in a situation like this scared you.
Your dependence made you vulnerable, and somehow you were glad that Dick didn’t use that as an advantage against you. Instead, he had said what you had needed to hear, almost as if he truly knew what it felt like to be this helpless and weak.
“Do you think this is what we’re supposed to do, what they’ve secretly wanted? Exchange our real names, befriend each other, because we’re both sidekicks?“
His mouth twitched upwards. “If you rather want me to call you kitten, I can do that.“
“No, I like it when—“ you murmured, suddenly regretting being so harsh to him. “Call me by my real name.“
“If you call me by mine.“ he said sincere, and for the briefest of moments, you held onto that. It was perhaps the closest thing to a friendship you’d experienced in years.
Part 2 coming soon.
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i swear i’ll write eventually (maybe)
here’s what you can request for:
mw2: ghost, soap, etc. (too lazy to name them all)
titans: dick grayson, kory anders, jason todd, etc.
9-1-1: evan buckley, eddie diaz
that’s all i can think of rn sooooo this list will be updated as i go.
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𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤 & ℂ𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤
Garfield Logan x Platonic! Reader
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Summary: Gar is an underestimated member of the Titans, and after recent events, he really needed someone.
Warnings: Nothing but Sad Gar and angst
A/N: This is set between the end of season 2 and the beginning of season 1.
Words: 1.9K
Out of all the Titans, Y/N was the quietest. She kept to herself most of the time and tried to stay out of everyone’s way. But that didn’t stop her from observing the people around you.
She was hypervigilant and saw through all the crap that the Titans told each other. Like how Dick tried to see past his horrible childhood and refuses to believe that he reflects that on the other people in the tower. Or how Kory is such a badass on the outside, but on the inside she was struggling to find herself. But one of the most difficult things for her to watch was the number of times they put their needs before Gar’s, but he was always there for him.
It hurt the girl to watch them do that to the poor boy, so she took it upon herself to come to his aid. It hadn’t been long since C.A.D.M.U.S Labs basically kidnapped Gar and Conner from the tower and forced them to do their bidding. It took a lot out of Gar, especially with the loss of Donna that same night. Everyone was upset with Donna’s passing, but none of them paid attention to Gar or Conner’s feelings. They too had suffered a tremendous amount.
Y/N could hear Gar, at night, crying through the walls. He grew distant from the Titans, keeping to himself mostly. And not once did a single person try to do something about it.
The girl sat on the couch, listening to some classical music through her headphones as she randomly drew using her sketch pad. Classical music somehow brought out an artistic side to her. It was something she learned with Dick. Out of nowhere, a blank-faced Gar stormed into the large room, and into the kitchen.
Seeing this, Y/N removed the headphones from her ears and placed them around her neck. She moved her art supplies from off her lap and uncurled herself from her crisscross position. She stood, walking over to a clearly upset Gar, as he aggressively pulled out a box of cereal, practically slamming it onto the counter.
“Are you okay, Gar?” Y/N asked, concerned for her friend who once again slammed a bowl on the counter, next to the cereal.
“Is that classical music?” Gar asked, glaring up at the girl. His head twitched and his eyes turned green. Y/N took that as a sign of hostility, but she wasn’t scared.
She nodded, “Yes. It helps me focus.” Gar was not happy with the music that was blasting through her headphones. “Well, turn it off,” he barked as he went to grab some milk. She respectfully obeyed Gar's orders, turning her headphones off, so no one could hear the music.
What’s wrong with you, Mr. grumpy,” Y/N joked, keeping a curious eye on the green haired boy.
Looking up at the ceiling, he rubbed his face, letting out a loud groan. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he sighed, now looking the girl straight in the eye.
Y/N nodded her head, giving the boy a sad smile. “Well, if you need anything, I’m here.” Her loving tone seeped through the boy’s ears as a warm fuzzy feeling rushed through his body. A small smile appeared on Gar’s face as nodded and went back to making his food.
Y/N gave the boy one last look before collecting her stuff and leaving the room entirely. ‘If he wants to talk to me, I won’t force him. Just let him come to you, Y/N,’ Y/N thought to herself as she exited the room. Leaving the boy alone.
Gar watched the girl’s movement and contemplated her words. It was something he rarely heard unless it was him trying to help his friends. It felt nice to know there was someone willing to help him.
Later that night, Gar stood in Y/N’s door frame, watching as she made her bed, tucking in her sheets and covers, for that perfect hold on her as she slept. He knocked on the wooden door, catching the attention of the young girl. Her head flew up, breaking her concentration from her bed, and a warm smile appeared when she saw the boy standing in her doorway.
“Hey,” She spoke, in a cheerful manner. Gar didn’t smile back. The girl frowned, sensing something wrong. The boy stepped closer to the girl, allowing her to see the dried-up tears that ran down Gar’s face.
“Gar?” She asked, concerned for the boy. He didn’t speak. He, instead, walked over to the girl, making her jump slightly as he pulled her into an unexpected hug. She quickly wrapped her arms around him, patting his back.
“Gar, what’s wrong? You’re scaring me,” She spoke, hearing small sobs against her back. “Can I sleep in here?” The boy asked quietly. Y/N stayed quiet, feeling the vibration as Gar cried into her neck.
She had a feeling she knew why the boy wanted to stay with her for the night. She felt her face warm up as she tried to imagine what the boy was going through. A tear ran down her face as she nodded. "Y-yeah, you can stay tonight," she stuttered.
Gar pulled back from her, wiping the tears, not wanting Y/N to see him cry, but she already saw everything. She saw the broken boy ages ago, it wasn’t until now that she saw how broken he really was.
Placing her hand on his back, she led him over to the right side of the bed, pulling out the cover to allow him to lie down. He did as intended before the girl went over to the other side, crawling in next to him.
She turned off the light, and just lay with her back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Gar lay on his side, watching the dark shadow of her door. His mind wandered as he began to remember what it was like to not be in control. To be in the dark. He remembered the people he killed, and how C.A.D.M.U.S had hurt him. He remembered the pain he felt from the time he was taken from the tower to the time Rachel had released him from the mind prison he was forced into.
Y/N heard the familiar cries. Those similar to the ones she would hear through the walls. Gar sniffled as two arms wrapped around his figure, pulling him into their embrace. He relaxed, knowing it was Y/N comforting him.
“I’m sorry for snapping earlier,” Gar mumbled through his tears.
Y/N tilted her head as she looked down at the boy, calmly playing with his hair. It was something her mother had done when she was upset. She smiled and said, “It’s fine Gar. You went through some pretty traumatic stuff. We all have times when we’re scared to open up. No one blames you.”
“No, I shouldn’t have gotten mad like that.” Gar went quiet as he tried to muster up the courage to say what he needed to. “It’s just that… Classical music is what C.A.D.M.U.S used to brainwash me. Obviously, you didn't know that, and therefore it was wrong for me to get upset.”
Y/N felt guilty. She didn’t know any of that. Her breath hitched at the thought of all the things C.A.D.M.U.S did to the teenage boy in her arms. The torture. The mental and physical pain that he went through, watching as he uncontrollably killed many people, both innocent and guilty. She was sympathetic toward the boy, and it hurt, even more, to see that no one else cared as much as Y/N did.
“When I sleep, I hear their screams. I could hear the sound of myself clawing and biting into innocent people. Children running scared in fright. I never wanted that for myself or anyone for that matter.”
Y/N rubs his back in a comforting way, staring blankly at a wall as she listens to Gar’s words. “I wake up, and my pillow is soaked. I cry in my sleep. And every night, it’s the same thing. Sometimes during the day, I can hear them. Their pleas for me to stop. Their cries for help. I feel so disoriented nowadays.”
Y/N kisses Gar’s forehead and quietly says, “You just need a little guidance. And I may not know exactly what you’re going through, but everyone has been through some life-changing stuff, no matter how hard they push it down. Me…” she said pointing at herself, even though she knew Gar couldn’t see her. “I’ve always been in the background. Always listening. Always watching. And even though I’m able to live in the background, I still get lonely. It feels as though I know everyone else's struggles, but no one knows mine. And that’s where me and you are the same. You work so hard to make everyone else happy, but you don’t make time to make yourself happy… at least, not in the way you want to be happy.”
He silently cried into the girl’s pillow, taking it all in, listening to every word the girl spoke as if it were a scripture in a holy text. He thought about what she was saying, and he realized that he was right. He had been there to pick everyone else up, but who would be there to pick him up.
He then remembered what Y/N had said about herself, only for him to realize that he had never noticed the girl at all. He didn’t really know anything about the girl holding him in her arms.
‘Who is this girl?’ Gar questioned himself before sitting up, forcing himself out of the girl’s arms so that he could actually look at her. But when Gar turned to get a better look, everything around him changed. He wasn’t in Y/N’s bed anymore. He was on his own. And instead of the moonlight seeping through the curtains, the sun's bright beams of light blinded him. He looked down at where the girl once was, but she was nowhere to be found.
Gar stood from his bed, resting his feet on the floor below him. He readjusted his nightshirt before leaving his room. The green-haired boy looked left and right, both curious and confused about what was going on.
He walked through the tower to get to the living room, and he looked at the couch where Gar remembered the girl once sat. Behind him, Dick walked into the room, giving the boy a questioning look. “You okay, Gar?” Dick asked, stepping closer to the boy. Gar stood in his spot as Dick’s words ran on a loop in his head, each time sounding more and more like the girl.
Gar scoffed before turning around to face Dick. Dick called Gar’s name once more before Gar asked, “Where’s Y/N?”
Dick was utterly confused by his question. He didn’t know anyone by that name, and it worried him that Gar was so eager for the girl's whereabouts. “Who’s Y/N,” Dick asked as he tried to get more information out of the boy.
Gar shook his head in disbelief. He saw the girl. She was sitting on the very couch that was sitting right next to him. They talked as if they knew one another, and she held him in her arms. He felt as if he had known the girl. But did he really know the girl? And it suddenly clicked in his head that before today, he had never noticed the girl.
‘Was it all a dream?’
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A/N: I know the ending is a little bad and rushed, but I just wanted to add a bit of an element of surprise. It was more of a last-minute choice.
But, if any of you, and I mean ANY of you need someone to talk to, I am here. This story is inspired by my personal life, so I understand. Sometimes we don't know how to ask for help, or we have no one who understands us, but I want you to know that you have a voice when it comes to me. Just DM me, and I will listen.
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Missing our fave duo? Then head over to a03 or search the DKV-Day tag for some amazing DK fics. We are all in this long wait together!
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Shoutout to all the writers who are constantly feeding us, you are appreciated.💜💙
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Thousand Word Preview: Tiger Boy and the Witch Girl Ch. 3
This is the first half of the new chapter (the second half will be Rachel and Gar centered), which I will add to my my planned repost of the story, hopefully this week. Please enjoy and thank you all for your patience 🥺
He isn’t falling in love with her, that would be ridiculous.
The first time he had to tell himself that he wasn’t falling in love with her was during the grand reopening. Haly’s had closed for two months to retool the entire operation while building the sort of anticipation that had been all but lost over many years.
As much as he hated to admit it, it was a relief to have a break from the long hours, skimpy yet demanding crowds and utter disappointment. It was nice to go to sleep early, and make fresh decisions whether they would end up paying off or not. And above all, it was nice to see her. As much as she annoyed him, and boy did she ever, he still found himself tapping his foot impatiently whenever she ran a few minutes late, and when she finally did arrive, he’d have to still his lips against turning up in a smile. But the thwarted grin was only because she was done wasting his time, not because he was happy to see her, of course.
Why would he be happy to see someone who gave him such a headache?
He must have told her 1000 times that she wasn’t allowed on the silks, but did she listen? No, because she never listens.
But then, the first time he sees her, her body elegantly wound in lengths of fire red, spiraling down through the air and stopping just short of the looped end, something strikes his chest like a big rubber mallet. It isn’t fear, no, it’s awe. And that’s when he decides, if she blacks out and falls off of the silks, then he’ll catch her. Not because the crowd will love it, but because he can’t let such a magnificent thing fall.
But for weeks and weeks, nothing of the sort happens, nothing happens when she juggles sharp objects or objects set on fire, nothing happens when she’s high up in the sky, dazzling him in her sparkly purple outfit and bright magenta hair.
He watches her like a hawk, for the slightest droop of an eyelid, and he watches until she’s back on the ground and the crowd is roaring in applause.
Business is steadily climbing, the seats are filling out a little more each night, and it’s starting to lift something in him. When he masters the ring he does it with a flair they haven’t seen in ages, a sparkle in those wild eyes of his.
At the end of tonight, he counts their earnings while Kory sits leisurely on the corner of his desk, ignoring the extra chair completely. Her magenta stage wig is off now and her dark red curls tumble over her lithe but strong shoulders, she’s pretty like this, he thinks, but really she’s pretty no matter what.
“This is the most we’ve made all year,” he says, barely believing it himself although he’s counted the stacks three times. It’s enough to make up for the time the circus was closed and then some, it’s enough to take another few weeks off if they want.
“And yet I’m not entirely satisfied,” she says, pinching her chin in contemplation. “I have a proposition for you,” she says.
“A proposition?”
“What do you think about taking our show on the road?” she says. He doesn’t recoil at her calling it their show anymore, maybe he just got used to it, maybe he just gave up, but it doesn’t feel quite so wrong to his ears anymore, besides, it’s true, it is their show. Still, making it a traveling circus has never been something he seriously considered. It’s a huge undertaking, expensive and time draining. There’s a chance of course that they can recoup their losses in the increased ticket sales, but it’s a gamble even bigger than the one she took to earn this place.
“Do you know what that entails?” he says. “The train rental, the extra staff the ad space-
“The thingies and the whatnots?” she cuts in. “Why yes my dear, I know full well, and I think we’re perfectly capable. Think about it, we’re one of the few circuses that never moves, even now with all of our new acts attendance will start to level off, but if we’re in a new town with a brand new audience base then we’ll sell out every show easily and give Gotham a chance to really miss us.”
He’s considered all of this, surely more than she has, and just because she’s proven surprisingly good at running a circus doesn’t mean she’s fully prepared for what she’s suggesting.
“I ran the numbers left right and backwards,” she pushes. “We can do it, I know we can.”
He’s silent at her words, unmoved.
“Anyway, think about it.”
There’s a few more moments of silence before he answers. “I can think about it.”
“Good, oh and by the way, we have an elephant now.”
His eyes go wide and lock on her, trying to gauge whether she’s joking, but of course she’s never joking, every wild thing she’s said to him over the past several months has been 100 percent true.
“We don’t do animal acts, nothing but horses you know that.”
“I do, and I’d never use him in an act. He was about to be euthanized. I couldn’t allow it.”
“Euthanized?”
“By the circus who bought him, he won’t follow directions worth a damn and costs too much to feed.”
“So you thought we could use the extra expense?” he says, getting agitated.
“Use it? No. Handle it? of course.”
He glances again at the stacks of bills on the desk. If he’d fought her more, took her to court, whatever it took to make his Circus his again, would they be there? Would he be this rested and this loose in the chest? He can smell the cash a little, it smells like old books and city grime and possibility. He focuses on her again, pushing his anxiety down and letting out an acquiescing breath.
“What’s its name?” He asks.
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Day 16: Dizzy - Medi Whump May
Titans DC fanfic
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Dick doesn't know where he is when he wakes up.
He's somewhere cold, and brightly lit. It's so bright, it's hard to see. He lifts a hand up to shield his vision, and tries pull himself up with the other hand. As soon is his torso is upright, the world is spinning so violently he can't move. He blinks furiously. The dizziness doesn't clear, but it eases slightly. Dick puts a hand out and eventually finds a solid surface - a wall, hopefully - and uses it to pull himself slowly upright and on two feet. The room is tilting again. He groans, and puts both hands to his temples. He doesn't remember anything, and that simple fact makes his stomach churn with anxiety. Or maybe that's the room spinning.
He pulls himself forward with the help of the wall, slow going so as not to fall. He can't see any details of the space around him with his vision like this, so instead he focuses on what he can feel, smell, hear. Rough wall - drywall.
Garbage.
Silence.
A warehouse, maybe. Or a delivery dock.
Dick half crawls, half stumbles to the end of the hallway. As he tries to catch his breath and pull himself to his feet, he spots a blurred figure in the corner of his vision.
"Hello, Nightwing."
Dick Grayson is sent tumbling to the ground.
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Fandom: DC Titans
Title: Tellin' You The Way I Like It, How I Want It
Pairings/Relationships: Dickkory
Summary:
“So this is it?” Dick grunts out through gritted teeth, holding onto the armrests so hard his knuckles bleached. “You’re going to tease the living shit out of me but not let me get a taste? Out of spite?”
Kory graces him with a triumphant laugh. “You do not keep the Queen waiting, darling. But the Queen can keep you waiting as long as she pleases.”
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Dick's latest trip to Gotham lasted a bit longer than it was supposed to. His girlfriend welcomes him home in a very special way.
Warnings: heavy smut
GOD IS A WOMAN AND HER NAME IS KORY ANDERS!
Okay, prepare your ice baths because this one is a FIREBALL!
How does she do it, you wonder? Jumping from family fluff to naughty smut just like that *snaps fingers*
Well, as this one saying in my country goes, "calm is the water that rips apart the shore" if you know what I mean.
This is completely the fault and the influence of The Thirsty Bitches Society, you know who you are.
ENJOY!
The Thirsty Bitches Society in question:
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ㅤㅤ♡⃕ ﹙can i have this dance?, jason todd.﹚
PAIRING Jason Todd x Fem!Reader
TW/TAGS Pure fluff, established relationship.
SUMMARY He would always be there to fulfill your wishes. And if you wanted to dance in the rain then he would be the one to do it with you.
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You and Jason were walking through the streets of the city. It was a night where the world was not ending or that you had to fight against anyone.
It was just you and him.
Although it was raining, the two continued to walk calmly with the umbrella over your heads.
"I always wanted to recreate one of those cliché scenes from romantic movies. Dance in the rain and then kiss my lover." you sighed with a smile, looking straight ahead as he looked at you as both walked.
You kept walking but he stopped, you realized it when you felt some drops fall on your head and face.
"Hey, what's up?" you asked approaching him. The smile on his face revealed that he had an idea in mind.
He put the umbrella on the ground, and you frowned, feeling your hair and entire body getting wet little by little.
"Can I have this dance?" he asked offering you one of his hands and you smiled broadly when you understood what he was trying to do.
"Of course." You nodded taking his hand.
He pulled you closer to him, placing his free hand firmly on your waist and you placed yours on his shoulder while your other hands were clasped together.
You both began to sway on your feet in the rhythm of the non-existent song.
You giggled, looking down at the ground to make sure you didn't step on him.
"Look at me." he said softly, cupping your chin in the same way and you looked into his eyes. "you're so beautiful." he flattered removing the hair stuck to the sides of your face by water.
You let out another nervous giggle denying.
"You are also gorgeous."
"I already knew." He shrugged, playfully, and you playfully nudged his shoulder.
He made you turn around, and when you returned to your initial place, he joined your body to his, kissing your forehead affectionately, brushing his forehead with yours.
"I love you." you murmured with a smile, looking once more into his eyes, losing yourself in them.
"I love you much more." he whispered caressing your cheek.
You both felt your hearts warm in your chests.
There was one thing clear on Jason's mind. No one would make him feel half as good as you made him feel.
He stopped, cradling one of your cheeks with his hand, bringing his face closer to yours.
You closed your eyes in anticipation, sighing happily as you felt his lips connect with yours.
His lips touched yours sweetly, trying to show you with the kiss everything he couldn't say with words. Everything you meant to him.
His one and only.
disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2023.
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Ok but the gifs you just posted of jay... Mmmmm yum. He looks too good, could you imagine him coming in late at night from patrol taking off the red hood gear and laying with you and him talk about how much he loves you in that voice and look like that. Then he's like can i make you feel good?? Ughhhh Just a thot.
Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader
Summary: Jason comes home from patrol with only one thing on his mind: you
Warnings: Swearing, 18+, oral (f!receiving), idk I wrote this at 4am lmao
Words: 2,006
A/n: Anon is talking about these gifs and I, too, have some thoughts™️
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Jason has two moods when patrol gets a little messy. Sometimes, it’s like it triggers something he begs so desperately to forget. It’s as if all the memories and fears kick down his front door and barge in without ever asking for an invite.
They intrude on his space of peace and calm like a disease wreaking havoc through his nervous system. It’s not usually pretty when that happens. But, other times, it’s as if those memories knock. The fears knock softly and look at him with hope that one day things get better. It’s as if they’re just looking for a way out and Jason is the helpful type. Those nights, he’s not angry or worried or scared, instead, he’s caring. And the only thing left on his mind as he walks through the door, is you.
Jason is always caring towards you. But, on those nights, nights like tonight, it’s always a little more. Nights like tonight are harsh and cruel reminders of what he faces and what the victims face. They are harsh reminders, not that he ever needs one, that in a second, everything can change. Everything he cares about can disappear again. He can disappear from you again. And all he wants to do is be near you.
You stir awake as Jason walks into your bedroom. You can see the shiny, reflective red of the helmet coming from the hallway. A sweet and tired smile tugs at your lips because he’s home. You never really sleep well when he’s out.
“Sorry, baby, didn’t mean to wake you.” Jason mutters as he takes the helmet off.
“‘S okay.” You mumble, watching him strip the rest of the suit off. “Come to bed.” You stretch out an arm as you watch Jason smile.
It's something warm and tender pulling at the corners of his lips as he glances to the floor and then back to you. A twisting and pulling, gnaws at the bottom of his stomach and all he wants is you.
“Don’t have to ask me twice.” Jason’s chuckle is low and quiet in the room as he comes into bed, sliding right up behind you as he wraps his arms tightly around you.
Jason presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder…and then another one….and another one. He can hear you hum in front of him. Jason’s arms are strong around you, keeping your back pinned to his chest as he places a kiss to your neck. Goosebumps erupt down your spine.
“I love you.” Jason’s voice is groveled and thick against your skin.
“I love you, too, Jay.” You whisper back and Jason swears he can hear the smile on your face a he places more lazy and gentle kisses along your shoulder and neck.
You remember the first time he told you. The thundering and banging of Jason’s heart had come to a stop like it hit a wall straight on going 100mph as the words left his throat. You swore it was as if it had pained him to actually say them. But it didn’t.
It didn’t hurt to say them, it just terrified him to let those words exist anywhere outside of the dark and paranoid corners of his mind. But he said them anyway because you always told him so casually, effortlessly in such a way he was almost jealous of how effortless it was for you to say it. You said it often and softly, never even expecting him to be able to say it back but then he did because he does love you. He had always loved you and he needed you to know.
Since then, since he said those words and you gave him this wild and eager grin before catching his lips in a kiss, he says it freely now. The words fall from his lips as he’s never known any others. He tells you often, regularly, and lazily. It's become effortless for him, too.
“I love you.” Jason mutters again. “So much.” He keeps pressing kisses over your shoulders. “Ya know that, right?” Jason asks.
“Of course, Jay.” You hum softly and tenderly. “I love you, too.” You say it again because you always say it back. You swear you’ll never let him forget that you do. You know how he thinks and sometimes, those dark and twisted voices are cruel to him
Jason’s grip over your middle loosens as he slides a hand under your tank top and you shudder against him. The pads of his fingers run along your stomach gently. He traces his way up until his fingers almost dance right under your breast, just close enough to tease you as his lips are still pressing kisses along your shoulders and neck.
“Can I make you feel good?” Jason’s voice is rough against your ear, his fingers tracing below your breasts so softly you almost miss the touch.
Warmth spreads to your pussy, contracting around nothing as he asks. It’s a realization of how empty you feel without him. You'd be lying if you said watching him strip from the Red Hood gear didn't always do something to you. The suit is fitted so well and it always makes his muscles look perfect. The black and red compliments his skin in such a way it always sends a fire bubbling through your stomach.
But it’s so early, and you have work a few hours.
“It’s four in the morning and I have to work in a few hours.” You want your voice to come out sterner than it does, a betrayal from your own vocal chords.
“Please.” Jason asks, this time the pads of his fingers trace along the top of your breast as you close your eyes, pushing your ass into him. Jason nearly growls into your neck. “Then we can sleep. Just wanna make you feel good, princess.” His words are absolutely drenched with lust as they hit your ears.
His cock is trapped in his boxes but you can feel his length, hot against your ass. Jason is careful with his fingers, nimble and gentle over your breast, nearly just hovering. He thinks of every way he can make you feel good, completely ruin you right here and right now. He’s almost desperate to hear you moaning out his name in a way that always gets his cock twitching and pulsing.
You hum softly, running over just how much sleep you can get. It’ll never be enough but your mind starts swimming as Jason bucks his hips against you. Your pussy throbs and aches, the tiredness slowly fading away from your mind. He always knows how to get you to unravel, though it’s rarely much effort on his part.
“If I’m late again, I’m blaming you.” You mumble.
You can feel the rumble of Jason’s chest as he chuckles. “That’s fine.” Jason peels himself away from your back and you groan at the sudden cold that rushes over you.
Jason pulls the blanket back before he turns you onto your back as you let out a squeal. His chuckle reverberates around the room as he slides down to position himself between your legs.
Hunger grows in the pit of your stomach as Jason presses soft and gentle kisses along your knee, pulling your legs apart. His mouth moves down your inner thigh and you squirm against him. You can feel him smirk against your skin as he pins your hips in place to keep you still.
"Thought you were tired?" Jason mocks, offering a quick glance your way and you can see the green of his eyes turn into something dark and eclectic, fueled with cockiness.
"Shut up." You mutter, hitting your head back against your pillow.
Jason kisses his way to your underwear. He presses a kiss to your cloth-covered clit and you have to bite back a moan as your hips buck desperately towards him. His chuckle is low and is followed by something you can only describe as a growl.
"Look at you, princess." His eyes flicker up towards you and you want to dive into his eyes and let yourself drown into him. "Soaking already."
You roll your eyes, hands coming to grip his hair in a desperate plea for him to shut up and get to work. It's a snicker this time that leaves his lips as he slides his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down and off in a quick motion.
He goes back to placing kisses to the mound of your leaking pussy and then to your hips. The burning sensation grows in your stomach as your eyes start to burn. He knows what he's doing. He always knows what he's doing and he's good at it.
"Jay." You whine, looking down at him. His eyes meet yours and you think you might burst into flames. "C'mon, please."
A flash of a smirk comes to his lips as he slides a finger through your folds, just teasing your pussy, never taking his eyes off you. He watches your mouth part as a soft and sweet gasp leaves your lips. Your grip on his hair tightens and he loves to watch you fall apart, come completely unraveled with the smallest of touches.
“Think you’ve been waiting for me like this all night.” Jason coos, effortlessly teasing your leaking pussy. Jason breaks eye contact to kiss your swollen clit before sucking it into his mouth. A jolt close to lightning shoots through your body as you let out a raspy moan. “That right, baby?” He flashes that signature grin of cockiness your way and if he weren't so good at it, you might actually want to bite it off of his face.
Jason is cocky and it's not something you'd normally find attractive but there's something in the way he executes it that he sends you into a spin. Jason makes the cockiness attractive and he always backs it up. He's not cocky for no reason and he knows it.
He presses the flat of his long along your pussy, licking all the way up before sucking your clit back into his mouth. It twitches against his lips and your head starts to spin. Your hips buck up but Jason pins them back down, his hand strong and sterny against your flesh.
“Gonna make you feel so good, princess.” Jason coos against you, his breath against your sends a chill down your spine.
Jason moves his tongue, tracing letters against your clit, finding the rythym he knows will get you to unravel into a mess beneath him. He slots two fingers into your pussy, curling them up to the second knuckle until he feels the spongey patch inside of you.
Your head spins and you think gravity might cease to exist if he lets go of you. Your fingers grip and tug his hair, trying to bring him closer to you as the pressure fills your stomach.
Jason's ears collect every gasp and pretty moan that leaves your lips, his name sounding like the closest thing to heaven he's ever heard. His fingers soak up your juices until the pressure finally becomes too much as you're calling out his name in quick succession, your thighs trying to clamp around his head until Jason presses them back down into the mattress.
He works you through your orgasm and only comes up for air as you nearly beg him, your clit pulsing against his tongue.
"Told you I'd make you feel good, baby." Jason's toothy grin glistens in the low light.
You shake your head, your eyes lust-blown. But, he catches the hint of a grin pulling at your lips. "My turn." You gesture your hands lazily at him for him to up towards you.
Jason tilts his head back as a chuckle rumbles through his chest. His eyes lock with yours, his pupils blown but there's something soft in them. "I love you." Jason mutters, climbing his way back up to you.
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Princess Ayça Avci has been kept sheltered all her life. between her older siblings and her father, she was never allowed to experience the world. Despite her every attempt to break free. after being expelled from yet another prep school, Ayça is sent off to boarding school, where she is sure she will finally get to experience freedom.
After an accident at a party, however, everything is turned upside down and she runs to Gotham to escape the consequences of her actions. Now if only those pesky Titans would leave her the hell alone.
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THE MOTEL ROOM.
From the beginning, Dick Grayson and you were trained and put up as the perfect rivals. Two individuals with different perspectives and motivations who yet want the same out of life.
Meeting each other over and over again, it is the same situation: one wins, the other loses — but it all ends in the same motel room.
A three-part series set Pre-Titans in Gotham City, which will contain mature content and is not suitable under the age of 18.
PART ONE: "The Begin"
PART TWO: "The Middle"
PART THREE: "The End"
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Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings: A little suggestive if you squint
Word Count: 1.2k words
You don't know how you allowed yourself to get manipulated into being a girlboss and moving out of your childhood home to live in your own apartment. While it was nice to have your own privacy and decorate your home however you liked, you realized just how many privileges you lost now that you weren't in the care of your parents.
There was no one there to make sure you woke up on time in the few cases where you slept through your alarm, no one that you could call on your way back from work to ask to switch on the water heater so you could take a steamy shower immediately.
You didn't have your mother's homecooked meals and you didn't have your father to pick you up snacks from the grocery store.
And one of the biggest thorns in your side was the reason you were dreading the entire day. Car maintenance. The auto shop was one of the most daunting places in your life as a girl who knew nothing about cars. Never once had you regretted not learning how to take care of your car or even the procedure required when you eventually take your car down to the auto shop.
But now standing in the hot and dusty garage, you were seriously rethinking your life choices. You should've scheduled these things for when your dad was visiting so you could ask him to take it instead. Or, even better, you should've gotten a boyfriend.
You were complaining in your head, dragging your feet about having to be here in the first place and whined about handing your car keys, with a bunch of adorable keychains attached to some rando.
But when Jason Todd, 6'2 man with biceps that were larger than your own head and a body that looked like he was shaped out of marble by Michelangelo himself walked out with a form for you to fill out, you were all too happy to be there.
Perhaps you'd be leaving here with a boyfriend after all.
"I have to admit, I don't really know much about cars so please don't scam me."
Jason chuckled, a deep, hoarse laugh that made you a little weak in the knees honestly and the boy-crazed fraction of your brain began to imagine how he would sound as soon as he woke up next to you, after a night of—
"A bit of advice, you probably don't want to let scammers know that you have no idea what they're talking about."
You giggled, scolding yourself mentally for finding that funny.
'Come on, (Y/N), pull yourself together it wasn't even that funny. His face is just great delivery.'
"Or I could keep coming here and have you check my car, since you're so trustworthy." You mused, sparing him a teasing smile.
Jason was completely picking up what you were putting down, giving you a coy smile of his own before responding, "Or perhaps this is just a tactic to get you to keep coming back."
You narrowed your eyes playfully, "Devious."
Looking back at his little clipboard, a thin metal rod of some kind tucked behind his ear instead of a pen, Jason asked, "When was the last time you got your car checked out? If your battery and brake pad was replaced recently, we could probably skip that and just do a routine check to make sure everything's running smoothly."
You winced, "I couldn't tell you, honestly. My dad usually handles this kinda stuff for me, I'm still kind of a new lamb when it comes to taking care of my car."
Jason raised his eyes from the clipboard for a second, "Your boyfriend can't do this kinda stuff for you instead?"
"I don't have a boyfriend."
He perked up immediately and you ducked your head to hide your smile, "I'm sure you probably have a record of it in your glovebox or something. Most places keep a little sticker with the date of your last service under the dash. I'll check it out for you, do you have somewhere to be, or do you have a couple minutes so I can make sure?"
You shook your head, shrugging your shoulders with a carefree smile, "It's my day off so I'm free as a bird."
He grinned, "Noted. Just give me a second."
You watched his back receding as he walked toward your car, shoulders looking like they could span the entire ocean and it was only when he was sat in the car and had turned on the engine did you whip out your phone at lightspeed.
"Ohmygosh Julie, I think I just met my future husband. Holy shit. He's so cute—gorgeous actually. He's working on my car right now and God, those arms, wow. And those eyes? God, I feel blessed just by looking at his face." The end of your message was interrupted by another mechanic running the engine.
You waited patiently for the sound of the engine to die before replaying the voice message so you could re-record the part that got cut off. Only you couldn't hear a thing.
Confused, you increased the volume, taking a sip from your coffee to soothe the inhumane squeal that you had let out while sending Julie the voice message. Once again you heard nothing.
You bit your lip at this, swiping down at the corner of your phone at access your control center and realizing the reason you couldn't hear anything was because it was connected to the Bluetooth on your car.
Wait.
THE CAR?!
You whipped around in horror only to find Jason smirking at you from the front seat of your car. If the world were fair, you'd be struck down with lightning right then and there. Or, since you were at an auto shop, a sentient car might run you over.
Alas, you continued to stand there in horror, completely unharmed no matter how badly you wished to be reduced to a puddle on the ground.
You called him your future husband. The ground should've swallowed you then and there. Instead, you just stood there in complete mortification and embarrassment while you stared at his amused expression.
Something startled him out of his gaze for a second and he pointed at your console, making a gesture like he was taking a call. Confused, you glanced at your phone.
'Incoming call: Julie'
Ah, saved by the bell.
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"How much do I owe you?" You asked, quickly popping open your purse to fish out your credit card. You had stretched out the conversation with Julie as long as possible, begging her not to hang up and only interrupting her tangent when Jason finally came up to you, saying that your car was good to go.
"It's on the house." He gave you a charming grin, leaning an arm against the counter, "Can't have my future wife paying for anything, can I?"
Your cheeks flared red, still holding out your card for him to take, "O-Oh, I couldn't, really."
"If you insist, then you can always repay me with dinner. Today's your day off, right? Think you can pencil me in for 7?"
A shy smile grew on your face, your body so warm you had to resist fanning your burning cheeks, "Sounds like a plan."
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Levi comes up beside you, hand sliding over your waist to rest on your hip and hold you close.
"I don't know how to approach this so I'm going to break it down." there’s a hint of apprehension in his voice.
"Uhh, okay?" you're confused and look up at him to give him a look.
"You know I respect you right? and that I know you're not an object?" he waits for your answer.
A huffed laugh leaves you, "Yes? why, where are you going with this?'
"So thats been established. I don't see you as an object to possess or own?” another pause for your acknowledgment. " I just want to make that clear because I don't want to say anything that's gonna make you think that I own you or-
"Levi, what are you talking about?'
"There's a guy over there," he nods his chin in the direction of said man. "Who has been staring at you all night and I really don't like it and I wanted to talk to you about it but I didn't want you thinking I was being possessive. I just don't like the way he is looking at you, like he wants to own you or something but you belong to - wait never-mind, I just don't like it."
"Levi?"
"Yes, love?"
"Do you belong to me?"
He pauses for a moment to really think about how to answer you. "Yes, I think I belong to you."
"And do you think I belong to you?'
"Well, I like to, I hope you do."
"Then I do."
"But you know its not in a toxic way, I'm not being controlling.”
"Yes, baby I know, but for all intents and purposes, you belong to me and I belong to you.”
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Just be Quiet
Pairing - Dick Grayson x (F) Reader
Words - 0.6k
Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Mean!Dick - Forced Quiet Sex - Kinda Public Sex - A little bit of Name Calling (Disgusting, Pathetic, Crybaby) - Crying - Swearing
Notes - Um hi. Let's ignore the fact I was supposed to post this last week. I drank a little too much wine, passed tf out, and then work kicked my whole ass. I simply do not vibe with being employed smh.
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“Be quiet.” Dick snaps, his voice bordering on the lethal edge of an order and not a request. Your skin positively bristles when he shoves his hand over your mouth to muffle the desperate, involuntary noises escaping from between your chattering teeth and he growls, thoroughly fed up with your shit. “Shut your fucking mouth.”
Your thighs tremble, trapped between Dick’s firm, unyielding body and the wall. He snaps his hips forwards, forcing the full length of him into your weeping cunt with one stroke and your eyes roll straight back into your skull, body shuddering through the stretch.
“Don’t you make a fuckin’ sound.” He demands when you inhale, words vibrating in your throat, chest aching with how much you want to moan and whimper. Forcing your thighs wider with his knee he drags his cock almost all the way out before sinking back into your soaked pussy. “You just can’t help yourself, can you? I tell you not to make a sound and here you are, whining through my fingers like a brat.”
You didn't even notice you were moaning and keening and whimpering loud enough for him to hear–but you are–and it makes Dick ground out your name in a low, dangerous snarl.
It's a warning.
“I can’t fuck–I can’t help it!” You try, nearly in tears from the effort it takes to stay quiet for him. Your words are muffled against his palm and a particularly harsh thrust has you gasping his name, a long, drawn out whine chasing. “S’too good.”
Dick kisses the back of your neck then moves so he can speak directly into your ear.
“Yes you can. You’re just doing this on purpose to piss me off. Why won’t you be fucking quiet?!” Fucking into you at a rougher pace you can’t stop the desperate little noises from slipping through his fingers. “It’s almost like you want people to know I’m fucking you. Is that what it is? You want everyone to know you’re a desperate whore who likes being fucked where anyone could see you? You’re disgusting.”
Your body tries to flinch away from his punishing pace but Dick tuts disapprovingly and presses you even more firmly against the wall with his strong hips; forcing you to take every rough stroke and scathing comment from his smart mouth. He nudges your thighs apart again when you try to close them and your pussy throbs and creams against the base of his cock in desperation.
Dick scrapes the blunt edges of his teeth against your neck and you can feel the smirk pressing at his lips.
“I can feel you squeezin’ at me.” He says, sinking balls deep into your cunt and stopping just to feel you convulse around him. “You like being fucked by your Team Leader, huh? With the way you act, it’s no surprise you like this. What? You think I don’t notice. You’re more pathetic than I thought.”
Moaning into his hand you blink against the onslaught of tears and Dick feels them slide warm over the backs of his knuckles.
Your pussy is aching.
“Oh fuck. Are you crying right now?” He grunts, cock swelling and twitching inside you. “I can’t believe how sensitive you are.”
“Please!” You beg, sniffling and trying to stop yourself from crying. “Dick–plea–stop being so mean to me.”
“No.” He replies, pressing his hand over your mouth even harder so every word is barely audible. “We’re not stopping until you’re dripping with my come. And you better be fucking silent, do you hear me? My poor little crybaby. I want you to be a good girl for once and shut the fuck up because if you think I'm being mean to you now, you're in for a shock if you can't follow simple orders.”
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