Request: I just read your Songbird fic with Damian Wayne, and it was absolutely lovely and amazing! 🙂 could I request a Jason Todd x reader where Jason has a nightmare about the Joker and being dead and reader comforts him? I’m in a major mood for hurt/comfort and angsty fluff today. (I personally use she/her pronouns but I don’t mind they/them to make the story more open to other people) – @sesquipedalian-aficionado
Pairings: Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings: This is kinda short, Nightmares, accidental hitting, language
At first, it completely missed you; you were so engrossed in your text book, jotting down notes and highlighting paragraphs that the sound completely went over your head. Then you heard it again, a low whine and ragged breathing. “Shit.” You mumbled before dropping your pen and leaving the kitchen table.
You had decided to finish your studying after Jason fell asleep, starting it when he left for patrol, took a break when he came back to give him dinner and dote on him with gentle hugs and kisses and tucking him in to sleep after he showered and now you were finishing up when the sound interrupted you.
Your socked footsteps were quiet in the dark house as you silently made your way to yours and Jason’s shared bedroom. Pushing open the already ajar door wider, you were greeted by shouts and whimpers of anguish. Sadly, Jason’s nightmares were nothing new to you and you’d like to believe that you were getting better at how to deal with it each time it happened. Releasing a breath, you approached the bed where a thrashing Jason lay. You could hear the yelling and frantic begging falling from his lips and you now knew which recurring dream he was having.
“Jason?” You called out forcefully but not loudly. Startling him was definitely not something you should do, especially if you’re standing too close; you learned that the hard way. “Jay?”
You stepped a little closer to inspect his face, his eyes were going crazy under his eyelids, hair clinging to his forehead due to sweat and you couldn’t resist sweeping back with your fingers. “Let’s try this again; Roy Harper sucks.”
“..f’k y’u.” He slurred and you giggled regardless as he could’ve been answering you or the object of his nightmare.
Sighing again, you lightly squeezed his arm and you geared yourself up when you saw his body tighten and fists fly, jumping out of the way when he shot up, eyes wide and horribly bright. “Birdbrain, you with me?”
Jason’s head swiveled in the direction of your voice, his body sagging as he beckoned you closer. “C’mere.”
You straddled his lap, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his shoulder as he clinged to you, his heart was thumping wildly like humming bird wings as you tried to soothe him with whispered sweet nothings. “You’re okay now.”
He pulled away slightly to look at you and take you in, trying to figure out if he was really here with you and not back with that pasty faced celery stick. “Sorry f’r interruptin’ y’r study’n.” His words were still sleep mashed and you tried hard not to coo.
“STFU.”
“You can’t stay shorten that out loud.”
“Yes I can, I believe I just did.” You declared and he rolled his eyes.
“You just sound dumb.”
“This coming from the guy who screamed ‘LOL’, shot finger guns at me and ran off when I told you I love you.”
“That’s different and stop bringing that shit up.”
“I will continue to bring it up, it’ll make one hell of a wedding story.”
“Over my hot already dead body.”
“Alright, alright.” You placated. “Didn’t mean to bamboozle you.”
He snorted and pushed you off him gently and you made a show of tumbling on the bed and rolling around.
“Oh my goodness gracious.”
Your fiancé laughed, feeling the last of the tension leave his posture as he watched your antics. “You’re a piece ‘f shit.”
“Oh, he’s all big talk now.” You grinned widely when you saw his face soften. “Get the strap!”
“You’re a nuisance.”
“I know.” You climbed off the bed and took his hand before using your free hand to rub your chest. “Wanna eat ice cream and watch Golden Girls?”
“Yeah, love the fuck outta those old ladies.” His eyes lit up then snapped to your other hand where it was still rubbing your chest. “You good?”
“When you were swinging fists like a wrecking ball, one caught me before I jumped back, so you kinda punched me in the tit.”
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