Date Night to Remember

rynne311:

Request: Could you please write a Jason Todd x reader where the reader tells Jason she loves him

Requested by: Anon

Word Count: 465

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Your favorite date nights were the ones where you never felt like you had to try too hard to have fun.  Luckily, Jason felt the same way.  You were both content in each others company, take out, and some movie you only need to half pay attention to.

“So are you going to sing along?” Jason teased as you settled up against him on the couch.

“No, are you?” you shot back.

“Like I told you, I haven’t seen this to know the words,” he said with a smirk.

The two of you sat contentedly wrapped up in each others arms, completely enveloped in the magic of the movie.  The smallest, happiest smile crept onto your face whenever Jason would start rubbing or tapping your back unconsciously to the beat of the music.  You were so happy to see him enjoying himself and at peace.

There were a few things you knew for sure about Jason.  You knew he’d had a painful life, and that he thought he deserved it.  You loved him from the moment he showed up at your door, surprising you with an impromptu second date because you told him you were having a bad day.  Finally, you knew Jason didn’t explicitly know you were in love with him.  You hadn’t told him yet.  Just because you fell hard and fast for him didn’t mean that together you were ready for such a declaration.

As the next song began, you began tapping Jason’s chest in unison with this hand on your back, prompting him to look down and realize what he’d been doing the whole time.  “Sorry, I didn’t realized I’d made you my own personal drum,” he apologized.

“It’s really fine,” you assured him, “I thought it was cute.  Besides what’s a little finger tapping when it’s someone you love.”

You could tell you’d shocked him from the dumbfounded look on his face as he stiffened up.

“You don’t love me,” he scoffed.  “I’m too broken.”

Sitting upright to face him, you retorted, “Yeah, and I’m some spoiled brat who can only love ‘perfect.’” You grabbed his hand to almost plead with him how important it was that he listen to you.  “I’m broken too, just differently, but our broken parts fit together.  I love you, Jason, and that’s not changing.”

“What about Red Hood?  You love him too?” He shot back.

“It’s still you under that helmet, isn’t it?” You weren’t about to let him ignore something good just because he was afraid.

“Okay, good,” he conceded. “Because I’ve been in love with you for months.”

Having long forgotten the movie, you two spent the rest of the night kissing and cuddling, sprinkling in little “I love you”s every chance you got.

These date nights were definitely your favorites.