Prompt: “You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?”
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
Jason moved around in his small apartment putting the last touches on his small, pathetic Christmas dinner. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed into his living room. He had already popped a movie into the player and it was queued up ready to go.
Settling back in his chair there was a soft knock on his front door. Jason froze, like a deer in the headlights. He adored his next-door neighbor Mrs. White, but she could be a tad annoying. Jason had already told her that even though he appreciated her offer to join her family for Christmas dinner he had to pass.
Jason sat in the silence hoping that Mrs. White would take the hint and go back to her own apartment when he heard another knock. Sighing, Jason put his food down on the coffee table and swung his long legs out of the chair. His long legs strode through the tiny apartment in just a few steps.
Without looking through the peephole, Jason whipped open the door with another excuse already on the tip of his tongue. The little ole lady with blue hair wasn’t standing on the other side of the door. Oh no, it was his best friend since the first grade.
“Y/n?” Jason said in confusion. “What are you doing here?”
She smiled up at him. Her eyes were bright, her smile wide, and her nose was slightly pink from the freezing temperatures outside.
“You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?” Y/n asked pushing her past him.
Jason noticed the several bags in her hands. Jason closed the door with a sigh, but a small smirk was already tugging at his lips. Jason followed his best friend into the kitchen where she plopped the bags onto the counter.
“What is all of this?” Jason asked her.
“I love you, but your kitchen is too small. So I cooked up a proper Christmas dinner and brought it to you,” Y/n said as she started to take out the containers of food.
“What happened with you going with Teddy to his parent’s house?” Jason asked about her boyfriend who he really really despised.
“Um, well, Teddy and I decided to go our separate ways this morning,” Y/n told him.
“Why?” Jason asked he was completely taken back by her admission.
“Teddy and I just didn’t see eye to eye on certain things. It is stuff that I will never be able to change. So he went to his parent’s house and I’m here,” She said with a smile.
“Y/n,” Jason began he could see how her eyes softened with sadness.
“Teddy was a great guy, but he wasn’t the one. I knew that” She admitted.
“Come on Y/n, don’t get sad on me,” Jason said.
“You’re right. Go take care of whatever that stinky stuff is you cooked for dinner and then come help me get everything else set up,” Y/n ordered.
“Aye, aye, captain,” Jason teased.
Y/n only rolled her eyes. As Jason did what was asked of him, Y/n continued to open up the containers and start to pull out plates and silverware. Jason skirted behind her to take care of his mess. He stopped and then looked over her shoulder.
“Why so many plates for just the two of us?” Jason asked.
“Well,” Y/n began.
And right on time, there was a loud pounding on the door. Jason looked down at her.
“Go answer the door. Today is not the day to be rude,” Y/n ordered.
Jason just eyed her but headed back to the door. He pulled it open to find his other best friend Roy standing there with Jason’s little brother Damian, and their friends Jon, Billy, and Connor.
“Hey,” Jason greeted.
“Please tell me Y/n is already here with the food?” Roy asked.
“Um, yeah,” Jason said.
“Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!” Damian, Jon, and Billy all chanted as they rushed to the kitchen.
Roy pushed past his friend to go and get himself a beer. Jason looked at Connor.
“What in the world is going on?” Jason muttered.
“Christmas dinner with the family,” Connor grinned as he patted his friend on the back.
Jason stood there with a confused look on his face. Family? Shaking the thought from his mind, Jason closed the door and then went to join the others in the kitchen. Y/n stood surrounded by their friends as she dolled out orders to them. Jason watched as Damian and Jon helped Y/n fill the plates with food. Connor and Roy were clearing off the table that hadn’t been used in months while Billy pulled out the spare chairs from the closet.
“Please tell me you made your cherry cheesecake?” Billy asked as he set down the last chair.
“You will have to wait and see,” Y/n said with a smile.
The others began to cram around the chair. Y/n looked up at Jason. A soft smile spread across her face.
“You ready to eat?” Y/n asked him.
“Yeah,” Jason said his voice cracking and he quickly cleared it to cover it up.
Jason took a seat at the head of the small table. Y/n crammed herself next to Jason and Damian. The boys were already digging into their plates. Conversations and insults were flying around the table. Billy and Damian were telling Y/n all about their last mission. Jason sat back in awe.
Once dinner was done, the boys all helped Y/n clean up before attacking her several plates of desserts. They all headed to fill the living room so they could watch a movie. Jon and Connor were fighting over what Christmas movie to put on.
Y/n made herself a cup of coffee. Jason came to stand next to her.
“Y/n,” Jason said softly.
Y/n looked up at him. Before he could talk himself out of it he dipped his head down and captured her soft lips with his own. He pulled away and she let out a small whimper.
“Thank you,” He whispered.
Her eyes sparkled as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him again.
“You’re welcome,” she said.
“Can mom and dad kiss later, we have a movie to watch?” Damian asked.
Y/n broke out into a fit of laughter as Jason lunged at his brother. As he tackled Damian to the ground Jason had to admit this was the best Christmas ever.
Request: Ah, do you think you could do a headcanon of batmom comforting Jason Todd after being injected with a variant of the man-bat serum accidentally? He still holds his humanity and memories, but his senses are overloaded and his vision is awful, not to mention the trauma of being in a changed body. Right now he’s waiting for the cure, but he’s just sick of waiting and needs some cheering up from his batfam.
Jason had come to the manor sweating and grunting in pain
he started convulsing and throwing up
your motherly instinct took over and you were down in the cave instantly
“Y/n you can’t go by him, he’s dangerous.” “He’s my son, I don’t care.”
You were sitting next to him while he was transforming
he was crying and you were crying
you were really worried because you knew what happened to Dr. Kirk Langstrom
you could hear Jason screaming and crying but you stayed by his side
“it’ll be okay baby, Bruce is getting you the serum”
bruce had tried to lock Jason up but you wouldn’t let him
when Jason was fully transformed you could see that he remembered you
He was shaky and walking on his wings crazily because his senses were overloaded
he began to go kinda crazy
“Listen to me Jay, its okay baby I’m here”
Jason comes over to you stumbling and tries to snuggle with you
“Damian bring your brother a blanket!” “he’s not my-” “Yes he is”
Jason is just like this giant bat snuggling up with you and its just like ??
“Jay stay calm okay? He’ll be back soon”
Jason just kinda screeching because he couldn’t talk
Bruce coming back and getting the right serum for the serum he had gotten injected with
when Jason transformed back he was shaking and naked just laying there
Bruce gave him some clothes and put him in a room upstairs
you stayed with him the entire time comforting him as everything passed
You, Dick, and Alfred just making him food, cheering him up and taking care of him
“Thanks for sticking with me mom” “Always Jay, you’re my son”
I am so sorry this didn’t get put out sooner. I had it written and ready last week, but Tumblr somehow deleted it before it posted. Again, Dear Anon, I am very sorry.
Dick Grayson:
Of all his brothers, Dick is the funniest to see sleeping. You have a sneaking suspicion that his contorted sleeping positions are a result of his dreams. Whatever the cause, he is usually found practically unconscious, twisted into some strange position. Contrary to popular belief, he has a difficult time falling asleep on hard surfaces, or sitting upright.
Sharing the bed with you doesn’t change much. He has (surprisingly) only kicked or pushed you off the mattress a handful of times. He seems mindful of your existence for the most part. Even in his sleep, he would rather roll off the bed himself than kick or hit you unintentionally.
On his worst nights, though, he doesn’t end up twisted up like a pretzel. On his worst nights, he curls around you.
Jason Todd:
Jason sleeps normally sleeps on his side, with back pressed against something. Sometimes it’s the back of the couch, sometimes it’s the wall his bed sits against, sometimes it’s you. He sleeps lightly, with the exception of a night or two out of the week.
He sleeps best with you around. While you don’t always sleep wrapped around one another, it’s rare for him to sleep without touching you in some way. His sleep is least restless if when you lay on top of him, or if he falls asleep on your lap.
Something you learned early on is that he never sleeps properly without some kind of weapon within reach. He keeps a knife Ducktaped to the side of the mattress against the wall and a gun in the drawer of his nightstand, where you can’t accidentally hurt yourself or him if you bump it.
Tim Drake:
Tim doesn’t exactly have a sleep schedule, as we all know. He sleeps in spurts throughout the night, laying down and getting up several times. He sleeps heavily in his own bed for an hour or two, then gets up to continue his work for another few hours, before flopping back down on his mattress. He sleeps in whatever position he lands in.
This doesn’t change when you’re with him. The only difference you make is that he doesn’t leap onto the bed, for fear of landing on you or accidentally smacking you, but rolls on it. He still sleeps in however he sleeps, but he keeps skin-to-skin contact with you. Sometimes he has a hand on your back or your arm, sometimes his knee is pressed against you, sometimes one of his legs is draped haphazardly over yours.
His sleeping patterns woke you up the first few times you had stayed the night, but anymore, it doesn’t bother you a bit.
Damian Wayne:
Damian sleeps the lightest out of all his brothers. You know it’s due to the extensive training and all his years both with his grandfather and as a vigilante. As far as you can tell, you’re the only one so far who’s been able to slip into his room without waking him. He usually sleeps on his side or his back, and only with a weapon nearby. He took a cue from Jason, keeping a dagger under his pillow, and one of his favorite swords tucked between his bed and nightstand.
Your presence beside him affects his sleeping greatly. Depending on what has happened that day (weather either of you are concerned or feeling uneasy), he either sleeps harder than usual or somehow lighter. You suspect it’s out of protectiveness, something he is in no short of.
You’ve found that he sleeps best with white noise. If he doesn’t have something on, his mind overreacts to every little sound, searching for something that could be a danger. You prefer to leave on the radio, but the hosts’ voices have woken him up before, so you settle for voiceless instruments.
A/N: This is an overdue birthday present for @boosyboo9206. I’m so sorry it took this long to post!
Prompt: Technically, it was a recent conversation we had about Arkham Knight Jason. I had an entire other story half-written, but scrapped it for this one 😂
Pairings: Reader x Arkham Knight!Jason
Warnings: None, really. Just a lot of fluff 😉
It’s been two years since Scarecrow tried to take over Gotham, with Arkham Knight being his manipulated tool, and things have finally started becoming the Gotham-esque version of normal.
You sigh, resting your arms on the counter next to the register you’re working today. Looking out at the customers relaxing in the shop, you smile. There’s a customer in the corner who’s reading a book, a couple sitting in a booth chatting as they drink their coffees, and a group of adorable college geeks typing away at their laptops. Several other people litter the coffee shop, but all of them are relaxed; they’re content with life at the moment.
Working in a small coffee shop hadn’t been your ideal career of choice a few years ago, but you can’t deny the fact that you’re pretty good at brewing some decent coffee. You’ve gotten Timothy “Never Sleep” Drake’s decree of “best coffee creator” and that simple fact makes you warm inside. Tim’s a regular to your small establishment, and you always enjoy his entertaining visits. You’ve grown fond of your little shop, if you must admit, and can’t imagine permanently leaving. Even if some days customers are especially rude.
Today isn’t one of those days, though, and you’re in a really good mood.
A few hours later, you’re closing up shop for the day as you whistle some random tune. It’d been a rather peaceful day today, and your mood from earlier hasn’t swayed. You’re really, really content.
Once you’ve finished, you don’t have to wait very long for the escort your boyfriend assigned to protect you. He walks over with the familiar militia-emblemed sweater on and the hoodie down off his head.
He’s showing off the new razor fade haircut, and it makes you smile. “Hey Antoine!”
Antoine smiles back. He’d been your boyfriend’s most trusted soldier, so whenever he’s not with you, Antoine is the only one he trusts to protect your life. “[F/n]! How’s my boss’ girlfriend doing? Like the new cut?”
“Today, actually, has been one of the better ones,” you cheerily reply as you two start walking to your apartment. “And, yes, it’s a pretty nice one.”
He hums, wrapping an arm around you for a brief side-hug. “Thanks!”
Being someone who’s naturally talkative, you chatter on about your day, filling one of your good friends in on your peaceful day. Antoine listens politely, commenting every now and again to show he’s listening.
Soon enough, you’re unlocking the door to your apartment, and hugging Antoine good-bye.
Once you’re inside, you hang your keys on the keyholder beside the door, and shed your coat. You know your boyfriend won’t be showing up for another while, so you make your way to the kitchen to get dinner started, humming as you do.
Sighing, Jason slides the window to the apartment he shares with you open, slipping inside silently. Today’s been a slow day, and he isn’t sure if he should be grateful or worried, but he knows one thing for sure: Jason can’t wait to see your smile.
The smile that he never doubts; the smile that chases away his nightmares and demons; the smile Jason’s come to look forward to the way a normal kid does Christmas.
Because that’s what you are to him. A gift from the heavens, and one Jason never dreamed he’d get in a million years.
Taking off the helmet, Jason reaches up to make sure the bandage covering the scar on his cheek is still on. You haven’t seen any of his scars, and he’s hesitant to let you. What if they repulse you? What if you leave him because of them?
The first inhale without the mask on makes his mouth water. You must be in the kitchen.
Jason hesitates to see you, instead going to change fully. The entire time, he mentally debates letting you see his scars tonight–specifically as he holds a dark green t-shirt in his hands. Making his decision, he bites the inside of his cheek and walks out of the bedroom shirtless, holding both the shirt and bandage in his hands.
When he walks into the dining room/kitchen, you’re watching as a cup fills with water, and he can only stare at you.
Because you’re so… perfect, and beautiful, and so many things he doesn’t deserve, that he has no idea how someone like him, ended up with someone as breath-taking and amazing as you.
Snapping out of his awe, Jason awkwardly clears his throat, fidgeting self-consciously. He’s painfully aware of the cold air on his chest and face as he speaks. “Hey, doll.”
You smile at the sound of Jason’s voice, turning off the water and placing the cup on the counter before turning to face him.
The minute you do, your eyes widen, the smile slowly melting away. Jason’s standing in the entrance to the room, hands fidgeting and head slightly bowed, shirtless and scars exposed for your eyes to see. He’s avoiding your gaze, staring at the floor.
And see the scars you do. They’re ugly ones that leave almost no skin unmarred, curling and snaking around to his back.
You take slow steps forward, reaching out to trace the scars delicately once you can reach them. Goosebumps raise under your touch, and Jason tenses a bit, but you hardly notice.
The scars, to you, spell out a painful story of torture and hardship; they tell of a story filled with agony and suffering.
But the amazing part is that here Jason stands. He endured through all the pain and lived on to beat the shit out of the wicked, eventually killing them, to make sure they never touch an innocent again.
Because he’s your Jason. Your strong, loving, self-conscious, nerdy, haunted, protective Jason. He’s the man you love.
Jason’s hands grab your own, and you look up to his face to see him staring at you with his gentle blue eyes. Your own focus on his left cheek, where the letter J stands out plainly against the otherwise smooth skin.
You look back to meet Jason’s anxious gaze and free a hand to pull his face closer to yours. He sighs, but lets you do so, closing his eyes. You press a gentle kiss to the brand on his face, and Jason’s eyes fly open in surprise.
You smile. “Jason, you’re so amazing.” Reaching up, your other hand tangles itself in his hair, and you press your forehead to Jason’s. “You’re so beautiful.”
His eyebrows furrow in that way you find adorable, and he says, “No, I’m not… Don’t you see all–”
“The scars?” Cutting him off, your smile turns a bit sad. “They’re what make you… so wonderfully you. I love you, Jason Peter Todd, not flawless skin. Your scars are part of who you are, and I love every inch of all of you.” Smile brightening, you continue, “I’m madly in love you and your scars, okay? If I had to choose between this you–this raw, real, scarred up, wonderful you–and a flawlessly skinned you, I’d pick this you every. Single. Time.”
Jason’s arms crush you in a hug, pulling you flat against his chest. His head moves to your shoulder, and his hair tickles your neck. You feel something wet your shoulder, and your love for this boy who suffered so much–impossibly–grows. “I love you, [F/n]. I love you so much. I–I don’t deserve you but, fuck, I’m so in love with you.”
You return the hug just as tight. “And I love you, Jason. I love you more than you can imagine, and I’ll always be here, no matter what. I’m not going anywhere, Jay.”
The two of you stay like that until dusk, turns to dawn.
I hope you guys enjoyed it! I certainly loved writing it.
Buenos Dias muchachalatas. I have finally completed this imagine and will be starting the next one that had been requested soon, I promise. This imagine is based off “How the batboys react to S/O asking to them, kissing their cheeks and walking away from them. “ Anyways, please enjoy!
Bruce: Usually he is the culprit to this crime so whenever you do it, it kinda of surprises him. He is used to you giving him long kisses right on the lips. However that morning you were rushed and you needed to get somewhere quickly. So you gathered all your stuff with your shoes half on and gave him a quick kiss right on the cheek as a quick goodbye. As you were walking away you felt someone grip you around your wrist and pull you back. “Hey! Whats the meaning of this? I was expecting a proper kiss!” Bruce says quite offendedly. You roll your eyes and give him a ‘really?’ look and proceed to give him a quick kiss on the lips. You begin to walk away again but he pulls you back. “Bruce, I have to go” you state anxiously. “Screw that, I expect a proper kiss” he says. “Ugh” you say and almost break his neck by how forcefully you pull him towards you. With a sharp gasp from his side you place your lips right over his and proceed to give him a very passionate kiss, you make sure to stay there for several seconds without giving him time to breathe. Finally you pull away and say “Better?”. You notice how hard he is breathing and laugh. He looks into your eyes, absolutely dumbfounded. “Bye, Bruce” you announce with a wave of your hand. You turn around with a smirk on your face and finally made it out of the door.
Dick: Since Dickie boy is such a loving and compassionate soul, he really enjoys any sort of affection. This includes you kissing his cheek and walking away. The first time that you did this to him was when you were still friends and you guys and some friends of yours were out at the bar. You were a little tipsy and were ready to hit the hay so when you were saying bye to everyone, you unexpectedly came to hug him and without thinking gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Right when you did that he froze up and you left without realizing what you did to him. The most memorable “kiss on cheek” was a night right after patrol. He was feeling super grateful for having you patch him up. So while he was laying down on the couch with 3 stitches and multiple bruises you went to go wash up, leaving him with a kiss on his cheek. But before you could even rise up from your position you felt him caress your face in his calloused hands. He pulled you closer and gently said “I love you”. Looking into his beautiful blue eyes you felt your heart thundering and you gave him a smile. Unfortunately, before you said anything else he closed his eyes and began happily snoring.
Jason: This dude usually never lets you get away with doing that. But, the first time you did this was when everyone (Dick, Tim, Steph, Babs, Dami and Cassie) was chilling in the living room and you guys were friends but super flirty with each other. After having a fun night of talking, it was time for you to leave, so you got up and proceeded to give everyone a hug but when it came to Jason you gave him a peck on the cheek and winked, saying “Bye, Jason” as seductively as you could, leaving a thoroughly confused and blushing Jason behind. Though this was not a huge action it was enough for everyone to realize his true feelings towards you. He froze in place and everyone was staring at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. You remember your heart pounding right after and your uncontrollable smiling. After you guys got together, whenever you get up from wherever you are and give him a kiss on the cheek he grabs you by your hips and spins you towards him making you face him. “Jay, I just need to go to the bathroom” you say quickly. “I know but you ain’t leaving until you kiss me” he replies mischievously. Your faces were centimeters apart, his eyes flitting down to your lips and your breath becoming shallow. After a couple seconds of living in the moment he closes the gap between the two of you and fastens his mouth over yours leading to a pretty hot make out session, but sadly came to an end because of your need to pee.
Tim: I feel like this little cutie would become super blushy if it ever happens in front of people. Once you guys had just finished patrol and you were planning to retire back home so you gave him a kiss right on his cheek as a little goodbye. “Goodbye Timmy” you said. “Oh, um I- goodbye” he stated rather nervously. The reason for his stuttering was because you didn’t realize the big bad bat behind you, and you left poor Timmy to explain what was happening between you two. It was super awkward and Bruce kinda ended the conversation with “I’d rather not know”. However when you guys are alone he usually becomes very lovey afterwards. Once he was working on a project and you bent down to give him a kiss on the cheek because you just got back from work. Because he was super tired of researching and he didn’t see you for sometime he tried initiating something further. It’s super cute, he follows you around hoping that you would properly kiss him. Usually he gets a lot of kisses on the cheeks because he is always working on something.
Damian: He honestly loves those kisses but will never admit it, probably of his arrogance but…whatever. However when you first did it to him he was so confused and so embarrassed. This is probably because he is just one clueless boy. Anyways whenever you do it to him he always gets turned on because any sort of affection does. He will usually try to lead you to the bedroom afterwards and you notice this and try doing it when he is in front of his dad just to watch him struggle. You have done this a couple of times and his reaction stayed the same. Bruce wanted to talk to him privately so you just got jump and kissed him on the cheek leaving him very horny. It was quite funny to see his face suddenly becoming frozen as he realized what you were doing. You locked your eyes with him and you could immediately tell that you would be paying for that but you didn’t care. You chuckled and made your way out the room not before peeking back at him seeing him trying his best to cover up any emotion on his face. The whole conversation they had ended up going over his head because all he was thinking about was you, seductively retreating back to the kitchen. ‘Oh, they are going to be punished for this’ he said to himself.
#34. “I’ll sleep under the sheets, you sleep on top of them.”
This was such a bad idea.
You already knew it was a bad idea when you first thought of it.
But your older sister was getting married and she demanded that you brought a plus one and you might have accidentally told your family that you were dating someone just to get them to shut up. And then your mother couldn’t stop talking about this non-existent partner of yours and she was already planning out your wedding and you just couldn’t disappoint her. So you’d brought up the idea to Jason. You didn’t know why or how but he’d agreed.
And so here you were. In your old bedroom, trying to figure out how you and Jason were supposed to fit on quite possibly the smallest bed ever. Pretending to be dating in front of your family was backfiring already and it was only the first day out of the promised one week. Not to mention, the stupid little crush that you’ve had on Jason for the longest time, the same one you’ve been trying to tamp down, the same one that was being really really annoying. You didn’t know how you were going to get through it, and you sure as hell didn’t know how you weren’t supposed to break before the week was over.
He’d offered to sleep elsewhere but you really weren’t comfortable with the idea of letting a guest do that. Not that you doubted his skills, you were sure he could sleep like in one of the guest rooms and somehow no one will notice. Or he’d leave and come back in the morning or something like that. But you’ve really inconvenienced him enough.
“I’ll sleep under the sheets, you sleep on top of them?” You offered, “Maybe that could work?”
“Sure.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I think I’m gonna take a shower.”
Oh boy. Now you couldn’t get that picture out of your mind, water pouring over his muscles, rippling as he moved, quiet little noises of satisfaction as the water slid down his skin. Oh boy.
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