Something Different

batmagines:

Relationship: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, light violence

A/N: this is definitely one of my favorite things i’ve ever written so i hope you enjoy it also. ALSO: i’m not a coffee person whatsoever so these drinks probably aren’t actual things.

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A large coffee with light cream.

That is what Jason Todd ordered everyday for a month straight until you convinced him to try something different. Something different was a French Vanilla Cappuccino and in exchange for trying it, he asked for your number to which you happily obliged. You weren’t necessarily strangers. He came to your small little cafe fifteen minutes before close and you often talked for about an hour or so after it did.

When he asked you on a date you sarcastically responded with, “what do you think our little talks are?” but you agreed. It wasn’t much later that the two of you started dating. You learned that he was the Red Hood when your small cafe was being broken into. You lived above the small business so it didn’t take long for you to get to the scene. You grabbed your gun (after all this was gotham and you lived alone) and were ready to shoot when you noticed Red Hood had already taken care of it.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” you had dumbly asked.

“I think I’ll have a French Vanilla Cappuccino.” The masked vigilante said removing his helmet, only to reveal a shit-eating grin and a pair of dazzling blue eyes you’d never forget.
“Jason Peter Todd” You told him with a sigh. “I’ll get you that drink but you better explain everything,” and he did without leaving out a single detail. You could tell he expected you to freak out, but you stayed calm. Your boyfriend was a superhero, anti hero, vigilante, whatever you wanted to call him. You on the other hand were the owner of a small cafe in the bad parts of Gotham.

Today, Jason was sitting at the counter like he always does. He sat closest to the register everyday. He didn’t really have a day job, so he tended to keep you company.

“Okay,” You say placing a drink and a piece of cake on the countertop in front of him. You were working on expanding the menu of your cafe to bring in more business. “Try this” He laughed at your eagerness and wiped a smudge of whipped cream off your cheek before taking a bite of the cake.

“I think that’s the best treat you’ve showed me” He says nodding in approval, he then takes a drink only to cough and sputter before shaking his head. “That on the other hand, was rancid doll.”

You laugh giving him a quick kiss and wipe your hands on your apron before grabbing the drink. “I’ll get you your regular.” It’s late so you don’t really worry about customers complaining about the PDA. When your back is turned you hear the bell on the door chime. “I’ll be with you in just a moment.”

Jason watches the man wearily. His hands are stuffed inside his pockets and beads of sweat drip down his forehead. When one hand pulls a gun out of his pocket Jason does the same only his is concealed between his body and the counter. “I suggest you put that away.” Jason says gruffly taking a sip of the coffee you placed in front of him.

You silently watch as the man lets the gun clatter to the floor and runs off. “How many does that guy make?” You ask him taking a sip of his drink.

“Three this week, first one to leave the weapon though.” Jason shrugs picking up the discarded gun. “Maybe you should close the shop early, it’s been slow anyways and we can work on whatever concoction you gave me.”

You grin walking to the door and locking it. “Sounds like a plan.”