Requested: Yupp
Request: Hello! Can I request a Jason Todd x reader where the reader forgets her phone at home and goes out to do something meanwhile Jason is freaking out because she doesn’t answer her phone
A/N: Thanks for the request! I honestly hope you like it.
Word count: 1645
Warning(s): Sex mentioned, Cursing
Tagged: @jason-todd-rh[You wanna be tagged in my next piece? Just shoot me a message or ask!]
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At first, you thought your day would be uneventful.
That was until your friend suddenly showed up on your doorstep, basically kidnapping you for a lady’s night out. But it wasn’t the fancy kind. It started with messy food, movies, more food and ended with her leaving you behind to hook up with a taxi-driver.
Sometimes you asked yourself how you ended up with so many crazy people in your life. But who were you to judge? You dated a self-proclaimed “outlaw”. How much crazier could it get?
You had only noticed that you didn’t have your phone with you when your friend was gone, and you couldn’t call a cab, so you decided to walk home. It had been a long and busy day and you appreciated the evening breeze.
Gotham, as scary as it could be, sometimes even seemed to be somewhat peaceful.
You stopped on a quick Starbucks run before you walked down the street, watching the sunset as you saw a flash of red and black drop down next to you, scaring the living shit out of you.
“The Hell, Tim?!” you said as Red Robin raised his hands in defense.
“Are you okay?” he asked sheepishly.
“Yeah, you just scared me.”
“No, I mean… are you okay? In general?” Of course, the answer was obvious, you were alive and okay, but the question confused you nonetheless.
“Yeah? … Why?” you asked.
“Because Jason is currently raising hell as if you’ve been kidnapped and tortured collectively by the whole Gotham underground.” He said matter-of-factly and started typing something on his weird wrist-watch-thingy.
You stopped in the middle of taking a sip of your drink.
“What??”
“Yeah… He said you haven’t answered your phone all day and you were ‘nowhere to be found’. Bruce put him in time out because he threatened to shoot something up.” He looked at the position of the setting sun to guess how long ago this was. Thirty minutes? An hour? Maybe? What day was it?
“But he’s probably left the cave by now.”
“What? Then why are you so calm?? What the- Tim, could you please tell him that I’m okay and on the way home?”
“Already done.” He said and looked at your drink and you took an educated guess at where his next stop would be.
“Here” you handed him the spare coffee that was meant for your boyfriend, but Jason probably didn’t need the energy boost anymore. You both started walking towards your apartment as you knew that he would’ve followed you home anyways.
It seemed to be one of these weird rules in this family to make sure everybody got home safe.
“Wait, how many people are looking for me right now? Or… you know, were looking for me until now?” you asked, afraid of the answer as the teen just stared ahead for a moment.
“Dick, the Outlaws, Steph, and Cass.” He said. “And Alfred is in the cave monitoring.”
“And Bruce?” you asked, more interested to know who would search for you in case you were really in danger. Besides the fact that your boyfriend is apparently having a meltdown right now.
“He’s busy.”
“Figured”
“And the demon spawn has no soul, so he refused to.”
“Oh.”
“And we all knew that Jason was just over-reacting.”
“And yet here you are.”
His hand went up to scratch the back of his head. “To be honest I was just on a coffee run.”
You nodded, understandingly.
“Did he reply? “ you asked after a few seconds of silence. You honestly missed your phone by now.
“Just a bunch of gibberish.” He looked at his wrist and took a sip of the coffee.
“He’s probably mad.” You said and Red Robin nodded.
“Shouldn’t be so surprising considering its Jason we’re talking about.”
And with that you both fell into silence.
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A few minutes later you stood in front of your apartment door, alone, keys in hand and ready to unlock the door when it swung open and a strong hand pulled you in, the door slamming shut behind you. Your back leaned against the closed door but not because of balance but purely out of lack of space as your boyfriend, Jason Todd, hovered above you in all his fully-geared-up-but-helmetless glory.
His hands caged you in and you eyed him like a deer caught in headlights.
About a hundred different emotions washed over his face from obvious worry to anger and frustration until he finally sighed and gave way to the most prominent emotion – Relief.
You simply stared at him as he hung his head, trying to get over the initial shock from the multiple heart and panic attacks you made him go through.
On the first look you could understand why people thought he was intimidating but right now he just looked like a sad puppy whose owner has just left and locked the door.
Slowly you lifted your cup, pointing the straw at his direction as an offering of peace accompanied by a hesitant smile on your part.
He lifted his head, the frown back at his face, as he practically glared through you.
You lowered the cup again out of eyesight.
Another second of silence passed.
“You are so grounded.” He finally spoke and even though his expression was as stoic as ever, the tension has been finally cut and you couldn’t help but smile in relief.
He wanted to yell, to rant and to tell you exactly how goddamn stupid your stupid actions on this stupid day where but he couldn’t. Not when you were safe at home. Not with your scared expression so fresh on his mind and especially not when you looked so damn innocent, standing there.
“I’m sorry.” You finally offered.
Despite the now lighter atmosphere, you couldn’t even start to imagine what he thought had happened to you. You knew he had witnessed horrible things in his life and probably even on this day and you never wanted to be part of any of these scenarios.
But at the end of the day, it was just a forgotten phone.
Right?
Suddenly, with a single sigh, he looked as if he had just lost seven years of his lifespan before he rested his forehead on your shoulder, defeated.
You defeated Red Hood.
“Hey.” You said softly, placing your free hand on his hair as you slowly started to run your fingers through it. “I’m sorry I worried you.” You said, lifting your cup again as an offering and you felt him take a sip through the straw.
Ha. You knew it.
“Tori made a surprise visit and we went to the movies. She was so hectic that I completely forgot to take my phone with me.” You tried to explain. You hoped that knowing how your day actually looked like would replace whatever images he had already constructed in his head.
“You are still grounded.” He said and you rolled your eyes.
“And how was your day?” you tried to steer the conversation away from the topic while you still stood caged against the door. Not that you minded that much.
“Oh, the usual. A few rapists broke out, a human trafficking ring settled in fucking Gotham and the woman I love was suddenly fucking gone.” He said bitterly and you knew he wouldn’t let you live that down anytime soon.
“The woman you love, huh? As in present tense?”
He pushed himself off the door to glare at you again as you immediately missed running your fingers through his hair.
“Watch it. You are on thin fucking ice right now.”
“Jason.” You said, ignoring the fact that he had just stolen you Starbucks cup as you continued to talk. “Look, I made a mistake and it was stupid. I should’ve known better.”
“Damn right, you should have!”
“All I am asking for is a chance to make it up to you.” You said, your voice hung in the air with a hint of… seduction? You couldn’t help the effect he had on you, standing so close. And truth be told, you wanted to replace his angst with something more… nice.
Jason squinted at your words. “I don’t know, (Y/N).” he said, taking a sip before continuing, his face still only inches away from yours. “You really did a number on me.”
“And I’m fully repentant.” you said.
“So, what are you suggesting?” he asked and you knew that he had already forgiven you.
“Make-up sex?” you answered, and his expression didn’t change.
“No.”
This genuinely surprised you.
“No?”
“I’m not your whore.” He said and it took every ounce of willpower for you not to laugh.
“I never said that.” You said, biting your bottom lip to keep yourself from giggling.
“I really don’t like your tone here.”
“Okay.” You said. “What are you suggesting then?” you asked and he looked pleased with this question.
“Make-up sex.” He answered.
“That’s exactly what I said.”
“Yeah. But I didn’t like the way you said it.”
“Jason.”
“(Y/N).”
You both stared at each other for a moment and you wondered how you possessed the willpower to not kiss him with his face so close to yours.
“So… Are we going to… you know?” you slowly said before he grabbed you and threw you casually over his shoulder like a very delicate duffel bag.
“Really?” you sighed, shaking your head with a smile and you only heard him chuckle and put down the drink before he carried you through the living room.
“Gotta make sure you don’t disappear again.”
“I won’t. I already said I’m fully repentant.” You said as you heard his guns hit the floor and the sound left you tingling in excitement before he threw you on the bed, kicking the bedroom door close behind him.
“We’re gonna see how true that is.”
Phones and Panic (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)
Published
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