Requested by Anon: HIHIHI CAN YOU DO A FIC WHERE ONE OF THE BOYS (preferably either Jason or Damian) ARE INJURED AND THE READER IS HELPING CLEANING THEM UP AND HE ASKS THEM TO “kiss it better” AND JUST OVERALL FLUFF BC SQUEEEEEEE CLICHE CUTENESS
Jason Todd x Reader
Summary: When Jason comes back hurt from patrol one night, you’re there to make him feel better.
Word Count: 664
Warnings: Kinda fluffy? But still brutal to the heart – remember to take Advil before you read this, please!
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The first time he came home bleeding and limping, you’d cried.
Jason’s nightly patrols weren’t news to you. When he’d told you a while back about where he went late into the night, you weren’t sure what to feel. Yes, you were glad he wasn’t cheating on you, and you knew how much the job meant to him, but you hadn’t realized how much danger he put himself in every night. It hadn’t occurred to you that you were both taking a risk – losing him.
You grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet in the bathroom, frantically opening it as you rushed to his side. Tears streamed down your face as you dabbed the antiseptic onto his wound with cotton balls. It got to the point where he couldn’t tell whether the burning was from the antiseptic or your tears.
“Jason, you have to be more careful!“ You sobbed, your tears ceasing to stop as you wrap the gauze around him. Jason tensed as you tried to breath steadily, reaching out to wipe your cheeks. He knew he could never take your presence for granted; he’d had worse nights out without someone to care for him and just be by his side. He can’t live for himself anymore – at this point, he’s only woken up every day because of you.
“Jesus, (Y/N)…” He pleaded as he wrapped his massive arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace.
“I’m so glad you’re home.” It’s nothing above a whisper, and he barely hears it as you lean into him, your head nestled into his chest. Both your arms wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer. He can practically feel the relief wash out of your body and into him.
Jason almost pulls away when he feels his shirt begin to feel wet. He hated when you cried; somehow, he knew it would always come back to the fact that he didn’t deserve an angel like you, and you didn’t need someone like Jason. Someone whose life had been so dark and miserable.He hesitates for only a minute, before finally pulling away and cupping your face in his hands. “Baby, would you mind,” he pants, lost in your deep gaze, “kissing me better?”
Your tears come to an abrupt stop as you give him a quite puzzled face. “You want me to kiss your… scars?” Your curiosity is not enough to ensure Jason your interest, and he internally screams at himself for asking something so desperate.
“No, it’s fine. You don’t have to.” Jason shakes his head furiously but stops when you begin to giggle. He smiles weakly himself, glad to hear your laughter after the horrible things he’d seen on the street so late at night.
“It’s ok, I want to.” You said, running your hands down his bare chest. You knew where every cut and slash was. You mapped out every scar that littered his body. You sighed as you gazed at a deep gash that lay right above the right side of his clavicle.And so close to his heart.
Tracing the scar, you leaned down to kiss his collarbone, brushing your lips against his rough skin.
Jason sighed. Somehow, the littlest things you did made him feel alive again.
“You so are beautiful, Jason,” you whispered in his ear as your fingers started to trace the other scars slowly, “These scars just prove how strong you are.”
Jason clenched his jaw, turning his head so you wouldn’t see how he was on the verge of tears.
Jason had never been fond of his scars. And he couldn’t remember anyone ever calling him beautiful.
But you were right.
You were always right.
But this time, you were positively right about something.
His scars were beautiful.
And he knew because you loved him even with them.
Scars
Published
Toad's Cave 