Hey this is a little like the last anon but can you do 5, 6, 21, 23 prompts from how you say “I love you” combined or you could pick any one and do it separately? With Jason Todd please

krysalla:

He always finds home with you, always finds peace and comfort where the world is cruel and unforgiving. Part of that may be his own fault, he does his part in doing that, being an “outlaw” for all the right reasons, but maybe not the right way. You don’t mind that though. You’re always open arms and soft smiles that make his day go from pretty shitty to walking on clouds. Jason would compare the feeling to heaven, but he didn’t go there when he died. What does he know of heaven?

Jason curls his arms around your stomach, resting his chin on your shoulder as you hum a little song, trying to organize the stack of books in your arms. You’d gotten paid recently, as did he, and went to the bookstore with him.

Those are his favorite days, getting lost in the aisles with you, trying to find something new or an old favorite within the shelves. He has a habit of buying the most expensive editions, the first one. Jason used to collect them with Bruce and Alfred, and he continues on the tradition with you, even if you’re a little less eager to spend so much money on a book. Your eyes always light up though when you find one you know he’ll like.

He pulls you flush against him, chuckling at the break in your hum. The surprised tone and slight gasp you make from the impact of your back against his chest makes him smile.

“You could warn me next time.” you say, halfheartedly chastising him for ruining your groove. You’re not sure where you were heading with these books. You might just reorganize the whole thing.

Jason hums, pressing his nose into your shoulder and smiling against the cotton of your shirt. It’s odd how much he enjoys this. He’s content here with you. The world seems to drown away. There’s no worries, there’s no strain when he’s holding you.

“I love you,” he whispers, hugging you tighter against him until you curved and fit into him perfectly. Jason watches as you turn your head to face him, at least try to. It’s an awkward position, but he catches the light in your eye, the softness of your stare. He’s home, even though he never thought he’d have one again.