prompt: from @jason-todd-rh‘s prompt challenge – “#1 Jason almost dies and the reader has to stitch him up. He tries to make a joke but the reader cries because they’re afraid they almost lost him.”
i’m pretty sure i had a dream about this?? so i thought, why not write it?? anyways, jason todd is Always in my dreams™
Over the long haul, Jason comes to learn that no matter how many safe houses he has, you’re always going to be his refuge. He always comes back to you. Eventually. He comes and go in your apartment, disappears for weeks without a trace of himself, but he always comes back to you.
He tries to make up some excuse. “You’re better at stitching wounds than me,” he says, but he knows better. Jason’s smart, too clever for his own good – and as much as he tries to ignore it, he knows. He knows that he wants to be with you, wants you to fix him instead of himself, wants to be in your presence rather than himself. Because he knows, with you, he’ll always feel safe. Always feel like himself, even though he’s lost much of it already.
He’s sitting on your couch, full of new bruises and scars and bleeding. You’re by his side – you always are – carefully closing up his wounds with caution and precision, blood (his blood) dripping down your gloves. It’s bad, you think, one of the worst injuries he’s ever gotten but you try not to focus hard on that. You don’t want to think of the possibility of death, of Jason dying. Your Jason.
“At least your couch is red,” Jason jokes, but your lips remain thin, a void of words coming out of your mouth. Not even a laugh or a chuckle.
When you’re done cleaning his wounds, there’s a moment of silence that seeps right in between the two of you. It’s a comfortable silence, with the bright moon in the night letting out a quiet sigh and the presence of each other knowing that you’re both alive enough to calm the air. Once you’ve put away your materials, you take a seat on the couch next to him, your hand slipping in with his.
Your touch is always so gentle and soft. Much like you, Jason thinks.
“You scared me, you know,” You whisper out, faint and quiet, but he listens. “I thought… I thought I was going to lose you again.”
Your hand in his stutters, shaking, but holding desperately for him to remind yourself that he’s here, that he’s alive. Jason is quick when he realises that you’re crying – crying because of him – and he disregards the shot of pain that he feels in his side as he tries to pull your head closer to him, letting his thumb run across your cheeks as an attempt to dry your tears.
“I’m here,” he murmurs softly into your hair, a never-ending mantra that leaves his lips. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
You let the mellow hum of his heartbeat soothe you (you then notice how Jason has made a trend of himself doing this, pulling you close and letting you listen to the calming rhythm of his heart), and when you’ve finally gained somewhat of yourself, you look up at him, careful not to disturb the stitched wound.
He was so, so, beautiful. Your Jason.
You brought up a hand to caress his face – with all the scratches and marks on his face, he was still your Jason. He’s stunned, for a moment. You’ve held him a thousand times (and wishes you could hold him a thousand times more), but there’s always a lingering thought in the back of his head – a nagging voice telling him that he doesn’t deserve this, doesn’t deserve your touch, doesn’t deserve you.
And then a smile appears on your lips, a smile that reaches your eyes and all the doubt is gone. You love him, and he knows you’ll go through Hell to prove him that. Jason is content with that knowledge. You love him, you love him, you love him.
“At least I don’t have to clean the couch,” You laugh.
Jason looks at you, the corners of his lips twitching into a smile.
You let your hand drop, pulling his from your face and then letting your fingers lace through his. Jason’s tired – eyes heavy, his bones sore. You tug him to lay on your lap, mouthing him to rest. He’s hesitant, at first. Jason doesn’t want to make you feel alone, but your light smile reassures him, and the tender touch of your other hand as you comb his hair finally puts him to sleep.
He won’t have any nightmares tonight, and neither will you.
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.”
Okay, I had a BLAST writing this. Thank you for sending me this prompt and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!!!
Warnings: Language, Fluff, It gets a little spicy towards the end but nothing too bad
There were a few things that you hadn’t known about Duke and TIm when you befriended them. One: They lived in a gigantic mansion. Like, you’d known their last name was Wayne, but you didn’t know they were in THE Wayne family. As someone who was living in a tiny dorm shared with another person, their house made your head spin every time you visited. The first time they invited you over it was a total culture shock. That and the fact that there always seemed to be someone new to meet.
Everytime you thought you’d met everybody in their family, somebody else sauntered out of the woodwork. Most of them were nice enough when they met you. Damian was kind of rude at first but he warmed up eventually….or at least his version of warming up. They all had their own way of interacting though, which made it very…interesting to visit their house. Of course, going to Wayne manor never held quite as much excitement as it did when Jason was around.
Jason motherfucking Todd.
Probably the most effortlessly attractive guy you’ve ever seen; and he knows it. You thought you were pretty subtle about your little obsession with him. The only people you told were Duke and Tim and you made them swear not to speak about it. The only reason you really told them was because you needed someone to vent to and they were the only ones available.
To be fair, you got away with it for a good amount of time. Jason only really came around on occasion and when he did you were pretty good about keeping your chill in front of him. When he turned his back you may have sent a look to one of the other two boys or slapped them lightly on their arms but that was about it. You only really ranted about him when you were out of their house- despite the boys’ protests. How he found out about your crush was beyond you, but he damn sure used it against you. Constantly.
FInding out Jason was around the manor always changed the atmosphere. Suddenly you were filled with excitement and also a bit of fear over what he might do. Jason, being the little shit he is, made it a habit to tease you. He found any way to make you flustered in any given situation and in any location. Any time you thought you were safe, he found a way to get to you. As annoying as it was…you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed the attention.
When you told them, the two younger Wayne boys believed that you were making the whole thing up. That was what made it infuriating. Jason was always very sneaky about flirting with you and since you had already been hyper analyzing his behavior it completely discredited you. When you talked about the times he would tease you, it went right over their heads. They were entirely convinced it was just you overthinking his behavior, but it was true damn it!
Like today. You and Tim were helping Duke study for one of his exams at the mansion. You guys had the huge living room to yourselves since everyone was off doing their own things. Alfred had left you with a surplus of snacks and Duke’s notes and books were spread out across the coffee table. A few of their family members had passed through and stolen some of the food but other than that the three of you were left to work in peace. Deep down, you knew Jason would make is appearance soon enough though. It was only a matter of time.
“You guys are no help at all,” Duke laughed when you, once again, mixed the plots of the three books he was meant to be studying.
“Listen, it’s been a while since we’ve read these,” you defended. Tim was looking through all of Duke’s notes with his hand clutching at his hair and a stressed expression on his face.
“I don’t think I ever read them,” he admitted, shaking his head.
“Terrific. You two are a amazing study partners,” Duke replied, shaking his head. Suddenly a hand dipping into the bowl of carrots on the edge of your couch’s arm rest drew your attention upwards. Jason leaned against the back of the seat, glancing your way quickly before looking at his brothers.
“What’s all this?”
“My notes. These two are trying to help me study for my English final. Trying being the operative word,” Duke explained. Jason laughed, leaning over and swiping the book that you had been holding in your hand.
“You need help with this?”
“Yeah, I just need help reviewing the stories and the important bits.”
“Well your first problem was asking TIm to help you. I doubt he did any of his work in high school,” Jason responded. He lifted himself up and swung his legs over to the front of the couch where he sunk into the seat beside you. There were a few papers settled along your lap when he jumped over so you had to rush to catch them before they all scattered across the floor.
“I did some of it,” Tim defended. Jason ignored him, taking the other book that Tim had thrown onto the table in defeat.
“Gotta say; I expected this from Tim, but you? I’m disappointed.” Your eyes narrowed when Jason turned to you. You chose NOT to pay attention to the swoop of his hair across his forehead where he’d likely run his hand through it. Or the way he darted his tongue out to wet his lips when he looked at you. It was all completely beyond your perception. Ignored. Totally disregarded.
“I read the books! It was just years ago, it’s hard to remember,” you rolled your eyes.
“Well, you’re in luck. These are some of my favorites, so I can help you out,” Jason said.
"Thanks Jay, you’re a lifesaver!“ You scoffed at Duke’s sudden betrayal and he gave you an innocent look, raising his hands in defense. You let it go for the time being, but you’d certainly be bringing it up the next time he asked the two of you to help him study.
It didn’t take long for the two of them to dive into conversation on the stories and characters.Tim quickly disconnected from the whole thing, scrolling absently on his phone and cycling through the snacks on his side of the table. Initially, you were going to tune out as well, but their discussion actually ended up being interesting to listen to. When Jason spoke about the novels, they weren’t a school project or a requirement. He genuinely enjoyed reading them and it was easy to tell that he liked talking about them too. Somehow, he made the them seem so much more interesting than they had been before. Maybe it was because of the passion in his voice or the way he interpreted them or even the fact that he was incredibly attractive. Whatever it was, you were completely tuned in and almost wanting to join in as well.
For a while you ended up lost in thought listening to them. Most of what was around you was tuned out except for the sound of their voices while you thought along with their discussion. You were absently chewing on a carrot and listening when you felt a sudden hand on your knee that snatched your attention away from the discussion.
Duke was talking now and Jason was listening and nodding his head, his hand rested lightly on your knee. You saw his eyes glance over at you and when they met yours, he turned his hand over, smiling his mischievous little smile. It took you a minute to realize he was asking you to pass over the bowl of carrots that you’d been hoarding on your arm rest. You blinked a few times before you passed the bowl to him. You might have went back to just listening to them talk peacefully if he hadn’t just left his hand there.
How the Hell he managed to play it off like it was completely normal was beyond you because you were freaking out internally. He was just drumming his fingers on your jeans as he spoke like it was nothing and Duke didn’t even notice. Now they were continuing their conversation and all you could focus on was his hand and the goosebumps it sent throughout your entire leg.
Hoping for a opportunity to escape from his entrancing touch, you waited until he was talking again and moved to take the bowl of carrots back. You moved your legs away from him as you reached across the couch to where he was holding them. The movement was a little awkward but it got the job done as his hand lost its grip on your leg and you moved out of reach.
Of course, Jason wasn’t one to be defeated so easily.
Without a single pause in his sentence, he reached one of his arms over an took hold of the underside of your knees. In one swift movement, me managed to yank your legs so that your neck was rested against the arm rest and your legs were draped over his. The carrot bowl was rested perfectly in the middle of both of you and he stole a small handful almost like he was proving a point. God, you wanted to kick him. If you weren’t flustered before, you definitely were now. Yet somehow, nobody reacted.
You tried to play it cool, you really did, but it was so hard. His hands were just resting on your shins, sometimes dancing around your knees or towards the carrots. The stupid fucking carrots. You could just throw that damn bowl across the room for giving him the opportunity to grab you. Did you absolutely hate sitting with him like that? No, but that’s not the point. The point is that he snatched you up and nobody even batted an eye. Next thing you know he’s going to be throwing you on his lap and making out with you in the middle of movie night.
Now that’s an image you really didn’t need to be thinking about.
You must have been zoned out for longer than you thought because when you tuned back in, Duke was gathering his notes up. Tim was helping him clean the room and Jason was of course, just looking at you with that cocky little smile.
“Alfred’s going to be starting on dinner soon. You could stay if you want,” Tim offered. You grinned, already anticipating whatever masterpiece Alfred would be cooking. If you ever got rich, the first thing you’d be investing in is a butler.
“The alternative is takeout so I think I’ll stay,” you grinned. You pulled your legs away from Jason’s lap and set to helping clean up. There were mostly empty bowls and plates scattered across the area so you decided to clean those up. You gathered them all up into your arms and moved to take them to the kitchen but Jason stopped you.
“I’ll help you with those. Wouldn’t want to drop anything,” Jason said. He took half of the dishes from you. his hands purposely ghosting over yours as they went. “Who knows how expensive these are.”
Alfred usually threw a fit if he found out anyone washed dishes for him, so when you arrived in the kitchen you set them down in the sink for him to get to later. You moved to the opposite counter so that Jason could set the dishes he was holding into the sink as well. When he turned away, you honestly should have known he was going to lift you up onto the counter. You set yourself up perfectly and hadn’t realized it at all.
Jason’s hands grabbed you on your sides, just below your hips and he hoisted you onto the cool surface. Your hand shot up to cover the surprised noise you made and suddenly you were at eye level with him. He stood close enough, not to where he was pressed against you but just between your knees. His eyes glanced down to your lips for a split second before they returned to yours.
“Learn anything new today?” he asked, grinning. You weren’t sure what came over you. Maybe the constant teasing had gotten to your head or maybe you were just out of your mind. Something or the other possessed you to suddenly fire back, shocking both of you.
Your hands found their way to the back if his neck where you pulled him in closer. Jason’s hands slapped down on the counter on either side of you at the sudden movement and you crossed your ankles behind his waist. Then, without missing a beat, your hands slid down to grasp at the fabric of his shirt along his chest. The whole thing happened in under a minute and you had done it without really thinking. Now, you kind of had to commit, so you said the first thing that popped into your head.
“Mhm. I didn’t know you were such an avid reader,” you all but purred. For once, it was Jason who lost his cool. You could feel his breath heating the skin of your neck, sending shivers running through your body. It felt like everywhere you touched him was alive with electricity and your heart pounded in your chest.Still, it was Jason who gulped nervously and whose jaw clenched when you pulled away from whispering in his ear. His gaze felt like it could slice through you when your eyes met again and it this time he didn’t try so hard to mask the way his eyes scanned over you.
“I didn’t know you had the guts to do something like this out in the open where anyone could see us,” he responded lowly.
“You’re the one who threw me up here. I just finished your half assed job,” you replied. Jason’s eyebrows raised at your words.
“Half-assed?” He laughed. His hands, which you’d completely forgotten about, grazed your lower back before leaving a trail of electricity down your thighs. He moved closer to you until your bodies were completely pressed against each other, his hands moving your knees even further apart. He brought one of his hands up to your face and guided you by your chin so that your head was tilted upwards. His nose brushed against your neck and you felt your entire body shudder.
“Do you really want me to finish the job?” You couldn’t even respond before-
“What in the bloody hell is going on in my kitchen?!”
Alfred’s horrified voice shocked Jason into leaping away from you. He jumped back so quickly that he almost yanked you off of the counter and onto the floor. If you hadn’t grabbed the counter at the last second, you would have fallen and been even more embarrassed. Though at this point, it didn’t seem like you could be.
“Hey, Alfred~,” Jason sung, you could see the blood rushing to his cheeks and ears but you refused to look at Alfred to see his reaction.
“Don’t play innocent Master Todd, you know the rules. No fraternizing in my kitchen!”
“We weren’t fraternizing!” Jason protested. You took this opportunity to slide off of the counter, trying your hardest not to curl up into a ball and wish you were at home.
“A very likely story,” Alfred sassed. He retrieved a hankerchief from his suit and set to wiping down the counter from any germs he thought might have been left there.
“Yeah, um. I think I’m going to head home after all,” you sputtered. You quickly rushed out if the kitchen and back into the living room to gather your things. Tim and Duke exchanged a look and paused their movements.
“You’re leaving?” Duke asked. You nodded erratically, shoving your phone into your bag.
“I’ll see you guys tomorrow or whenever,” you squeaked.
“What happened? Did he ask you out already?” Tim said.
“What? No he- what do you mean already?” You said, halting completely. “Was Jason going to ask me out?”
“No!” Duke said quickly, slapping Tim on the arm. You dropped your bag onto the couch where you had found it and turned to face them.
“Of course, he’s been planning to ask you out for weeks.” You whipped your head around to see Dick hop onto the back of the couch. Your jaw dropped before you turned to glare at the boys in front of you.
“Dick! We’re not supposed to say anything!”
“You knew?! Did you tell him I like him?!” Tim ducked away when you threw a pillow at him that had been resting on the couch behind you. “I told you two gremlins not to say anything!”
“We didn’t! Technically!” Tim protested.
“Jason asked us and we just confirmed it. We didn’t really tell him anything,” Duke explained haphazardly.
“That’s the same thing!” You lunged at them and Tim caught you right before you got to him, trying his best to hold you at an arm’s length. His eyes suddenly looked away from the hand you were using to grab at him and you followed his gaze. Jason was standing in the entryway to the room looking lost with traces of redness dusting his face. “Dick told her your plan!”
“You said it first!” Dick protested when Tim ratted him out. Jason’s jaw dropped and he glared at both of his brothers. He was already rushing into the room before anyone could say anything else.
“Yup, I’m out of here!” You managed to swipe up your bag from the all out fight club going on around you and slung it over your shoulder.
“You’re not staying for dinner?” Dick asked somehow despite being caught in a headlock by Jason.
“At this point, takeout is looking really good,” you responded. Jason looked up when he heard that you were leaving, his expression looking distraught. You paused at the entrance to the room, biting your lip nervously before speaking again. "I’ll call you later.“
Jason’s face instantly broke into an all out grin that was entirely too contagious. Of course, knowing his brothers they immediately began howling like a pack of wolves so you chose then to make your escape. When you got into your car and started your drive home, you couldn’t stop the smile warming your face.
Also, sorry I didn’t tag anyone in my last post. I completely forgot I have a tag list.
Anonymous requested: The reader gets hit with a love potion and falls for the first person she sees; Dick Grayson. Jason is one sad husband.
Pairings: Jason Todd x Vigilante!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of Non-consensual drug use, Sad and Jealous Jason, Self Esteem Issues, swearing.
“ETA to Derringer’s location?” Batman’s voice boomed on the comms. “Ivy’s already gone; Signal, Spoiler and I are en route to her sanctuary.”
“Ten minutes.” Jason swore, motorcycle tires screeching as he zipped through the streets, posture tense and shoulders damn near pressed up against his ears due to anger and desperation.
“Already there.” Nightwing landed on the rooftop across from Ivy’s abandoned hideout and Jason’s sigh of relief through the line was loud but nobody said anything.
“Proceed with caution.” Batman gruffed and Dick pretended that what he really meant was ‘Be careful’. Nightwing leaped off the rooftop to land on the designated one. He puts on a gas mask just in case before prying the small door on the roof open and descending the stairs.
“Derringer?” Nightwing called for you and was met with mumbled calls. He rushed over to your slumped form in the main room and saw that your eyes were barely open and luckily you had no visible injuries. “Come on, up and at ‘em kiddo.” He wrapped your limp arm around his shoulder before lifting you gently into his arms.
Your heavy eyes landed on him. “Ni’wing.” You slurred in tired garbles.
“Yeah, little one, it’s me.”
“…Kay.” Your eyes were slipping due to exhaustion and Nightwing had to nudge you to keep you awake as he wasn’t sure what Ivy used on you and how it would react if you fell asleep. The Vigilante chuckled before speaking into the comms. “I have Derringer, Ivy got her with something, no idea what it is but she’s sleepy and loopy.” He looked down to see you tracing the Chevron on his chest.
“ ’s a bl’bird.” You mumbled in wonder.
“Yeah, it is.” Nightwing confirmed as you stared at his chest with heavy blinking eyes.
“But, you’re Nightwing.”
“I am.”
“Less than five minutes, Big Wing.” Jason grunted.
“Copy.”
“But that don’t make…sense. You should be Bluebird.”
“Someone already took that name.” Grayson tried not to laugh, but did frown in concern at your dilating pupils.
“Then make ’em give it back.”
He snorted out a laugh just as Jason and Red Robin pulled up. After the two oldest rearranged you carefully on Jason’s bike, all the exhaustion seemed to slam into you. “H’me?”
“Yeah, sweetheart.” Jason kissed your head. “Home.”
“Kay. Bye Ni’wing, bye Red Robin.”
“Bye.” Nightwing indulged you with a hearty wave.
“But we’re going back to the same place.” Tim whispered.
“Shut up, babybird.” Jason started the bike and after checking you were okay, rode off towards the Manor.
~••~••~••~••~••~
You came to with a quiet moan and a parched throat. Alfred was across the cave, but you didn’t think your voice was stable enough to call. You saw a disconnected IV pole and proceeded to shake it to get his attention.
“Mrs. Todd, please don’t rattle the equipment like a barbarian; I’ll be right there.” He turned to you with a tray in his hands; a tray of sweet, wholesome water. You couldn’t resist making grabby hands at it, causing the butler to raise an amused brow.
“Is that how we ask for things, now?”
“Please?” You mouthed, just knowing that talking would upset your dry throat. Alfred seemed to accept that as he poured you a generous amount in your favorite tumbler, his hands resting under yours as support in case you dropped it. You sucked down nearly three quarters of it through the straw before handing it back and sighing blissfully. “Thank you, Alfred.”
“You’re welcome, Mrs. Todd.”
Humming, you relaxed a little more. “So, where’s Dick?”
“Master Dick is upstairs, I suppose I should have alerted them that you are awake.” You waved him away before turning to get off the medical bed. “That’s okay, I’ll just go up. Am I good to go?”
“I’d say so as you seem quite fine. The results of your blood work should tell us if anything was amiss.”
“Thanks, grandmaster.” Smiling, you bowed jokingly at him before leaving him to his work. You headed for the well used living room, perking up when you saw everyone. “Howdy, partners.”
They all turned to you in shock, Jason jumping up. “You’re awake!”
“No, I’m clearly still out cold. Ninny.” You gave him a good natured eye roll, eyes that immediately lit up when they saw Dick. “Dicky!” You damn near skipped to go hug him.
“Hello, gunsmoke.” He patted your head before frowning along with everyone when you kissed his cheek a little too long for their liking.
“Excuse me, what the fuck?” Jason fumed.
Sensing the tension, you pulled away from him and looked at Jason, who’s handsome face was turning beetroot red. “What’s wrong?”
“Why the hell does he get a hug and kiss and I don’t?” Jason tried to keep the whine out of the voice.
“Jason, the last time I tried to hug you, you tossed me over the couch and said ‘yeet’.”
“He did what?” Stephanie and Duke cracked up while Jason blushed a little.
“You snuck up on me.” He mumbled as he tried to defend himself.
“It’s okay big guy, I’ll humor you.” You gave him a hug as well but before he could get into it, you pulled away.
“Again, what the fuck?”
“Dude, what’s your problem?” You shot him a confused look before going back to your room to get ready for a shower.
“Something’s wrong.” Tim was the first to break the silence that followed your departure.
“You’re damn right, Timbo.” Jason poked Dick hard in the chest. “You been mackin’ on my girl, Dickiebird?”
“No!” Dick held up his hands. “I’d never do that and you know that. She’s not my type.”
Jason glared at his brother. “Shut up, she’s everyone’s type.” He snapped and his siblings silently agreed.
“Maybe she just got tired of you, Todd and this is her subtle way of telling you she wants a divorce.” Damian smirked when Jason shot him the finger, though the former’s eyes were zeroing in on the latter’s face to see how he took the joke.
“Come on, Dami.” Jean Paul ruffled his hair. “Don’t be so crude.”
“Shut up, Valley.”
“I love you too, squirt.”
Damian’s eye roll was exasperated yet fond. It was easy to get along with Valley as the big blonde was more or less a little like Jason; Damian likes hanging around the two.
“Maybe she’s acting this way ’cause Dick was the one that got her out, so she’s probably feeling a little grateful?” Stephanie pondered, briefly glancing up from her task of applying a top coat to Duke’s nails.
“Could be.” Jason sighed with slumped shoulders.
“We just gotta keep an eye on her.”
~••~••~••~••~••~
“Come and get it!” You yelled from the kitchen, chuckling when the sound of footsteps immediately after.
“Cookies!” Stephanie clapped as you beckoned them closer to help themselves.
“Aww, these are heart shaped.” Jason reached for one and you slapped his hand away.
“Those are for Dick.”
Silence. Sheer silence.
Even the crunching stopped as the other members of the broody belfry eyed you, Jason and Dick with wide eyes and agape mouths.Dick chuckled awkwardly when you blushed at him as Jason completely crushed a cookie in his hands.
“Why don’t I get heart shaped cookies?”
“Why would you get heart shaped cookies?” You cocked your head to the side and Jason visibly winced.
“Maybe because I’m your fucking husband!” The vgilante roared. “I thought I was good enough for you.”
Snorting, you shook your head. “You could never be and No, you’re not my husband. I’m not even married.” You turned and pinched a very tense Dick’s cheek. “At least not yet. Enjoy.” You excused yourself, completely missing the heartbroken look on Jason’s face.
“Jas-” Tim started to call out but Jason cut him off.
“Not now.” He stormed out of the kitchen.
“Something’s stinks here and for once it’s not Drake.”
“Test tube baby!” Tim hisses.
“Forgotten son.” Damian snaps back, not missing a beat and the two glare at each other, however, both pairs of eyes are alight with mirth.
“Can you two bond another time, we’ve got a situation here?” Steph huffs. You and Steph are really close, practically sisters and she’s honestly stumped at your newfound feelings for Dick when just yesterday you were sickeningly in love with Jason.
“Think it had something to do with Ivy?” Jean asked the obvious question.
“Could be. It’s the only logical explanation as to why (Y/N) would start liking Dick all of a sudden.”
“We’d just have to check her results, I don’t think it’s any sort of pollen as those are usually fast acting.”
“Until we can check it, we need to keep her away from me.” Dick raked a hand through his messy hair.
“Agreed.”
“So,” Steph rocks back and forth on her heels. “Since you can’t eat the heart cookies, I’ll just help myself to it.”
“Didn’t you hear?” Jean clears his throat as he gets ready to imitate your voice from before. “Those are for Dick.” He even goes as far as cocking a hip out.Dick grunts as everyone laughs. “You all suck.” He pushes off the counter and picks up three of the star shaped sugar cookies.
•~•~•
“She got a what?” Jason rose a brow as he looked at the results of your blood work.
“Love potion with a cocktail that induces amnesia, so she’d forget that you’re married.”
“How do we reverse it?”
“Antidote, which I’ve already taking the liberty of slipping in her drink an hour ago; it’s fast acting too.” Tim boasts. “She’ll be back to you soon.”
Jason shoulders drooped. “I hope so.”
“Incoming.” Damian whispered when you came into view.
“Jesus Christ my head.” You paused when you saw them huddled together. “What’s with the secret meeting?”
“Nothing. How do you feel?” Everyone waited with baited breath for your answer.
“Like I just got trampled and not in the fun way.” Your eyes caught his and you grinned before running over to him to happily kiss him on the lips. “Hi cutie!”
“Fuck.”
“Jason dear, don’t talk about our sex life in front of the children.”
A/N: i picked 7 and i personally hc jason as someone who sleeps in (dick is the early bird) yet is a light sleeper. at first it’s difficult for him to fall asleep with someone else, but he slowly gets used to how you shift around in bed, how warm you are, and the way you smts murmur out his name so lovingly in your sleep and eventually he finds himself unable to sleep unless the steady tempo of your breaths fill the silent night–
i have a lot of feelings™ abt a sleepy jason excuse me
#7 Morning Kisses
You wake up to the sunlight streaming in through the window, bright lights behind the darkness of your eyelids as you peel your eyes open. Jason’s still sleeping, chest rising and falling in a comfortable rhythm that gives you a temporary peace of mind.
Lingering in the warmth of the sun for a little longer, watching the serene expression splayed across his face, there’s no hint of the usual harsh exterior that usually permeates the air around him. Even drowsy, with sleepiness tugging at your eyes, you want to sear the image into memory.
This is what Jason looks like with his guard down, at his most vulnerable, and you are hopelessly, irrevocably in love with the man sleeping next to you.
You smile and Jason stirs, fingers twitching as if searching for your warmth. In the end you can’t help it, and decide to press a quick kiss to his cheek.
Eyes pop open as soon as your lips connect with his skin. And he immediately turns his head to meet your kiss head on with his own lips. It’s short, chaste, and unbelievably soft in a way that makes your heart flutter in your chest. You lean into the kiss and sigh when you break apart.
You stare into his eyes, still cloudy with sleep. There’s a barest hint of a smile on his face and it leaves you feeling giddy. His voice is rough. “Morning.”
Satisfaction thrums through your veins. You plop back onto the bed reveling in the morning sun and Jason’s crooked smile and the bit of hair that falls into his face.
A/N: Thanks to @rosevered and the three amazing anons that sent me these amazing ideas!! I tried my best to combine them and I hope you like it 🙂 Lots of love you guys! <3<3
“Stop,” Jason mumbles into the pillow. You continue to stare excitedly at him from your side of the bed.
“Stop, what?” you feign innocence.
He opens one eye. “Stop looking at me like you know more than I do. It makes me nervous.”
You gasp, bringing your hand over your mouth. “I am making the Red Hood nervous?”
He opens both of his eyes to glare narrowly at you. “No, you are making the man who specifically said not to make a big deal out of today feel like you are definitely about to make a big deal out of today.”
“So,” you pull out two frosting dispensers, “You don’t want to make a cake?”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “How long have you been holding them?”
“Too long, now come on!” You sit up and shove them in his face.
He grabs his pillow and places it over his face with a groan.
“Fine,” you sigh and climb off the bed, “Looks like I’m the one that’s going to have to do all the cooking.”
Jason removes the pillow and sits up. “Don’t threaten me, it’s my birthday.”
“Sure, now it’s your birthday, when it is convenient for you!” Your voice fades as you walk into the kitchen. Jason can’t help the widespread grin growing on his face as he shakes his head. He definitely knew you would ignore his request. He just hopes you don’t go overboard.
A/N: I don’t know if someone has done something like this before, but we all love a good social media imagine and I thought why not include well tweets in a written out fic… Well, tell me if it’s cool or not 🙂
I also have no clue how Twitter works btw
Summary: You and Jason have been talking on the internet for months. You are a famous YouTuber and people are shipping. Now, you finally meet up.
Warnings: cheesy??, difficult family relations
Jason loved Twitter. Not only was everyone on Twitter using the same self-deprecating humor, but people actually tweeted about heroes and villains and there was a whole community, joking about how shitty Gotham was. It wasn’t only funny, but a lot of people were actually in the Red Hood Fan Club and he loved the validation. The best thing, though, were the mutuals he’s made, especially you. He retweeted a post you’ve made saying something and you answered making a vine reference that just fitted perfectly and like that Jason was in love. You followed each other and after months of interaction he finally had the balls to send you a dm. You were a pretty successful Youtuber and Jason was sure you wouldn’t even see his message, but you did and an amazing friendship developed. However, today you will finally meet up and Jason knew about his bad social skills.
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
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.
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