Description: Happy Birthday, Jason Todd.
Requests: JASON BUYS HIMSELF A CAKE BECAUSE HE THINKS THEY FORGOT ABOUT HIS BDAY, BUT WHEN HE GETS TO HIS APARTMENT THE FAMILY AND HIS FRIENDS THREW HIM A SURPRISE PARTY
Could you maybe do something with Robin!Jason (if requests are still open), where maybe he sneaks away on patrol to visit his s/o in their room or something like that? Thank you if you do!
Words: 1737
Notes: Wow!! Ivy? Updating? It’s a miracle! Anyway, I’m hoping all of you can forgive my absence. I’m just chillin’ and living my life. But it’s also Jason Todd’s birthday (I’m publishing this at midnight), and I really don’t want to be cursed by the thunder thigh gods. This is my yearly sacrifice in order to get those fresh thunder thighs ™. This is uneddited and raw, so let’s hope it’s not too horrible. =D
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The night was cold on Jason’s cheeks, nipping at the tears there like moths to a lone light in the darkness. It usually felt great. The cold had become a relief to him since he put on the costume. It used to be biting and hurtful, wrapping around him and strangling him in the nights where the only person who could comfort him was himself. On any other night, the cool breeze in his hair would have been addicting and alluring. Now… Jason felt more and more like those old nights as patrol rolled on.
Bruce had been… distracted lately, but maybe that had always been true. He was always trying to cover everything that he could, even when he was running out of hands. Jason didn’t want to blame the man he now called his father. So… he didn’t.
It’s the work, Jason reasoned, checking the wire in his grappling hook. He’s too busy, and that’s not his damn fault. I can get on without him remembering. I’ve gone a lot of birthdays without anyone remembering, anyway.
The Word | Jason Todd x Reader
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