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.: Dirty, Paper Stealing, Theif, Jason Todd x Reader :.
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A/N : I really hope I did your request justice!, and as usual thanks so much for sending the request in and taking the time to share your idea with me it means a bunch 🙂 

Word Count : 774

Key : (y/n) – Your Name 
This was it. 
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The moment of truth. 

One wrong jolt, one slip up and it was over. 

You slid your hand to the side, A hitch in your breath as you made contact with the cold metal. You manoeuvred the perfectly uncrumpled piece of paper into your hand, hardly noticing the fact that you had failed your mission and you had just been caught red-handed.

The truth was… you were a thief.

A dirty, dirty, paper stealing thief and you were, in fact, a serial offender. 

See “here’s the sitch”, every couple days you’ll walk into the local cafe around Ten in the morning and right next to your usual spot is maybe the most unreasonably gorgeous man to ever grace your presence. 

Like who let him into the cafe looking like that? Isn’t he going to be late for his Calvin Klein photo shoot?.

Apparently, anyone’s allowed to waltz into the cafe…no matter how distractingly cute they are, Plus you’re pretty sure filing a complaint about how “his pretty eyes are disturbing your creative process” would be socially unacceptable and raise a couple eyebrows. 

Though there’s one this about him, that defies the rest, that shoots straight to the top, that simply can’t be beaten.

The paper he used for his assignments is some damn luxurious stuff. 

Someone cleared their throat to your left, you looked down at the paper you had just “borrowed” from him and in bold was the header to a what you could only assume was a very in-depth book analysis…that you had just doodled all over. 

Crap. 

“You’re an art student, I’m an English major and for some reason you keep stealing my assignment papers for you to doodle on, If you would be so kind as to not draw all over my work, that’d be great,” He said, rather snarkily, god someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

You turned your head upward and probably a little too slowly, after all, you were trying to come up with an excuse as to why you had started to draw all over his hard work, and these next five seconds of “head movement” may be the only time you had. 

“Right-uh-sorry, I-um…I had this really great idea for my visual arts course and it just couldn’t go un-sketched” you mentally noted that you were starting to babble and you did not want to make it seem like you couldn’t keep your cool. 

This guy, on the other hand, did not look like he was trying to “keep his cool” at all, in fact, he looked like he’d seen a ghost, been abducted by aliens and they watched the alien reptilian army and the ghost perform “Y.M.C.A” in perfect unison. 

In better words, he looked pretty thrown. 

“You know what, it’s actually fine…I can just print another one out” He smiled and took the paper back from you, somehow collecting himself from the weird mood change.

 “these are actually pretty good, by the way…and it’s of-uh…” 

“Red Hood, you know the vigilante” You responded the slightest bit too eagerly for your own comfort, you really didn’t need the guy with a face better than his luxury paper thinking you had some weird crush on a crime fighter who you’d never met before. 

“Yeah I figured…I’m Jason, by the way” 

“(y/n), and I believe I owe you some money so you can get your assignment re-printed” You grabbed your purse from inside your bag and tossed around packs of wipes and old art pencils (half of them chipped) and manage to offer him a couple coins. 

Which he denied to your surprise 

“How about instead, I get to keep this sketch, my English assignment and I buy you a coffee tomorrow morning” 

smooth. 

Your response…not so “smooth”

“I mean yeah, If you want it, it’s yours…I mean it was your originally, I guess now I’m giving it back” You were too awestruck by Jason actually asking you out, that you didn’t even realise you’d just given away the only reference you’d drawn for your art piece. 

“Cool, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow morning” and with that, he picked up his stuff, slid his English assignment which was also your sketch in his bag and disappeared.

Great, so now your work was gone and your only option now was to messily re-sketch it on a napkin…or file a complaint about distractingly cute boys at the coffee shop.