Summary: This will be a little series. This part is basically just a little, soft, how life is now picture and from here everything will go to shits again. I live for Angst guys…
Warnungs: non? A little kink shaming lol…
Note: I haven’t written for Jay in a while and really wanna get back to it so if you wanna drop a request in my inbox! I was @marvel-flower so if you need to there is what I’ve wrote before…
Listen, I’ll go down with Matthew Daddario as Jason no one can stop me.
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You dropped into the seat next to Jason just as the professor started the lecture. It was only 8 a.m. yet you were already done with the day. You have slept in and missed your bus, felt like absolute garbage and forgot your purse. The only thing making everything better was Jason, as always. He smiled softly and kissed your cheek. You were a mess these last couple of days and Jason tried all he could to support you and get you back on track.
“You have time to hand in the essay on The Yellow Wallpaper til tomorrow, 12 o’clock,” Jason whispered, just making sure you haven’t forgotten. He himself had turned it in yesterday already.
You met his eyes and smiled. The circles underneath your eyes were darker than usual and your skin was breaking out awfully. There was also no time to take a shower due to you involuntarily ignoring your alarm. You knew Jason didn’t care and it helped you to not care. “How do I get to date the sweetest, smartest and hottest nerd on campus?”
summary: With Jason gone all the time, you make sure he gets through rare days spent solely with you.
request: Can I request for Jason x reader where she is just genuinely caring for him, giving him a much needed day off. Giving him a bath, washing his hair, cooking for him and massaging him. Just lots of FLUFF
warnings: none(?)
[photo not mine]
“Babe, I’m home.”
Jason used the leverage of each foot to slip off his shoe from the heel and kick them to the designated shoe mat by the front door. A mewl, so meek and desperate for attention caught Jason’s ears, and just like his cat, he perked at the sight of his companion.
“I think I got everything you needed.”
He bent down to the caress the cats head, cautious of the angle at which he leaned, not wanting the potatoes and carrots to tumble out of the paper bag he held in his arm.
“Babe?” He said a little louder, wondering if you had even heard him the first time, or if you were even still in the small one bedroom apartment.
“In the kitchen!” The tiny ounce of worry washed away, and a smile was brought to his face just by the sound of your sweet voice.
A/N: here’s one of the first repeat requests from the 14DOTP
Challenge I am writing them all and posting them as promised!
It’s 9pm and you’re walking home with your heels in one hand
like some sort of pre-walk-of-shame to which, thankfully, you hadn’t done the
shameful act because your date never showed up in the first place.
Yes, you’ve been stood up.
You 100% should not be walking the streets of Gotham alone
at night, and that point is proven as you hear the sound of a motor that grows
increasingly louder as it approaches you and you heavily consider chucking your
shoes at the motorcyclist and running when they stop next to you.
“Need a ride?”
“Do I know you?” you respond rhetorically. Keeping
your eyes low, you don’t give more than a cursory glance at the motorist in a
red helmet who’s slowed down considerably to match your pace.
“You know it’s dangerous to be walking the streets of
Gotham alone at night—” you chuckle at his mom-like demeanor; he kind of reminds you of
a certain friend who tried to talk you out of going on this date earlier this
evening. “Especially dressed like that…”
“What
is that supposed to mean?” You
stop in your tracks and spin to face the man in a leather jacket who speaks
through a red helmet, once again ready to throw the foot death traps people
call shoes at him, and then you realize who he is.
“N-Nothing-
y-you- I-I just meant that you look really amazing—” He stops when he
notices you laughing a little. You couldn’t help finding it funny the Red Hood of all people would get flustered
because of you.
“Thanks,”
you mutter, biting back a smile.
“And
I’ll be fine; I’ll probably call my friend to pick me up if Gotham’s most
feared vigilante is so worried.”
“Or
you could let Gotham’s most feared vigilante take you home safely,” he
suggests, and you raise an eyebrow, weighing your options. A small silence
weighs down between the pair of you as you examine his helmet as though you
could see his face through it and to Jason Todd, the man behind it, he thinks
you’ve somehow achieved that because he feels like your eyes are boring into
his.
“All
right,” you agree, and he steadies the bike so you can get on.
“So
why are you walking out here alone,
looking like that?”
“Ugh,”
you groan, thinking about your shitty night. “Just this guy- my friend
told me not go out with this guy and he stood me up- Jason, my friend, can
never know about this otherwise I’d never hear the end of it.”
He lets out
a low chuckle at the irony of it all, but mostly because he did tell you so.
Jason glances back at you to make sure you’re getting on all right, and the
thought occurs to him that he’s always known you were beautiful but seeing you
all dressed up for someone that wasn’t him just made him feel like he took a
punch to the gut— which he did after he left you and started his nightly patrol,
and as you wrap your arms around his torso he knows exactly why he felt like
that.
Securing
your arms tighter around him, you pull yourself closer so that you’re fully
pressed against his back, and Jason realizes that the night is still young and
you can still have at least one decent date tonight.
Person A has scars on their back/shoulders (can be self harm, battle
scars, etc.). One day A has their back exposed, and B hugs them from
behind, kissing down A’s back. When A asks what B is doing, B replies
“no one has ever kissed them better before, so I’m doing it now.””
A/n: So I saw this prompt and immediately had an urge to write it for Jason. I hope you loves enjoy it!!
Jason was well aware of the fact that you knew who he was. You figured out he was Red Hood early on in your relationship, you always had this intuition about those things. He swears you’re psychic. He has told you about his past and death, though he has yet to show you the scars that litter his back. The reminders from that cold night in the warehouse with him.
It was impossible for him to understand how considerate you were. You would never pressure him into showing you them, and never made him tell you anything about his death until he was ready. Whenever he needed to change, even if it were just his shirt, you’d give him the privacy he wanted. When you stay the night, you’d make sure his shirt hadn’t ridden up in his sleep before looking at him.
Jason couldn’t ask for anyone better.
However, he’s getting tired of being scared about what reaction you’ll have to his scars. Would you think they were disgusting and leave him? He wanted to ask you to move in with him soon, you wouldn’t leave him for that…right?
From your position across the couch, you lifted your nose out of your book to see Jason staring at the coffee table, his open book laying in his lap. Obviously deep in thought. Extending your leg, you lightly nudged him. “Baby, what are you thinking about?”
Jason tore himself from his thoughts at the sound of your voice. Looking over, he saw a bit of worry in your expression. The way your brows were furrowed and gaze trailed on him, he could tell. “I’m okay doll.” He rubbed your leg. “Just thinking about random things.” He shrugged in the process of speaking.
Nodding you scooted closer to him. Wrapping your arms around his neck and looking in his eyes. “You can tell me anything okay? Whenever you’re ready. I’ll be here waiting.”
That allowed a gentle smile, a smile you love so much, to appear on his lips. Sighing he leaned forward and captured your lips in a sweet, short kiss. “Can I stay here tonight? I’m not ready to go to an empty apartment.”
With a smile, you nodded. “I think there are some leftover clothes here if you need them. But like always, of course you can.”
With a grin he captured your lips again. Thoroughly enjoying your presence as you both went back to reading until it was time for dinner and then bed. Wrapping the night up with pillowtalk and encased in your boyfriend’s arms.
The next morning, you woke up first. Turning on your side to face Jason as he was still fast asleep. With a content sigh, your eyes fluttered open to see his still closed, though something was different. There wasn’t the collar of a t-shirt around his neck.
Your eyes caught the sight of his shirt on the floor before following down his back, to where the sheets pooled at his waist. You’d never even felt him move to take his shirt off that night.
Though, your gaze immediately fell on the scars that litter his skin. Lightly, your fingers trailed up to gently graze the raised skin. Deciding not to get carried away, you slipped out of bed and got up to make coffee. Thinking about the scars and the pain he went through to have earned them.
The smell of the coffee was enough to stir Jason awake. He groggily pushed off his pillow to see your space next to him empty. Exhaling he pushed off the bed and stood. His bare feet felt cold against the hardwood surface.
Though before he could make it out of the bedroom, you appeared in the doorway with a cup of coffee for him. Arm extended for him to take it.
Smiling he took the mug and walked over to the dresser while taking a sip. “Thank you babe”
You hummed while your eyes trailed his scarred back as he searched your dresser for his leftover clothes.
Silently, you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. At first you simply pressed your cheek to his bare back before beginning to place gentle, featherlike kisses over each and every scar down his back.
He sighed in relief at the feeling of your lips landing on his rough, raised skin. “Doll, what are you doing?” Asking as his fingers laced with yours.
Smiling against his spine, you answered. “No one has ever kissed them better before, so I’m doing it now.” Fingers delicately tracing over a scar while the words left your mouth. However, in the rush of love Jason felt, he spun around and immediately pressed his lips to yours. All honesty, you were not expecting it. But that didn’t stop you from reciprocating. Hands slipping up his neck to lightly scratch the back of his neck and feel his thick black hair between your fingers.
After a few seconds he pulled away, but not far enough for your hands to let go of the back of his neck. He was panting a little before finally dropping the question he was most scared of. “You’re not gonna leave because of them?”
Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Jason, don’t be ridiculous. I’d never leave you because you have scars. They’re a part of you” you cupped his face, “and I love all of you.”
He gently leaned into your touch. “I love you”
Smiling you lightly pressed your lips to his cheek. “And I love you, no scar or wound will ever change that. Not for as long as my heart beats for you.”
So, I was thinking about Jason’s death and I really wanted to write something for it, so…this…happened lol. Hope y’all enjoy it! ♥
There was one day in the whole year that you dreaded more than any other.
April 27th.
It was impossibly hard on Jason, and it cut you to the core to see him hurt like that. Even now, all these years later, you knew that for Jason, it still hurt like it was just yesterday.
Waking up, you didn’t even have to look at the other side of the bed to know that Jason wasn’t there in this morning. He never was.
Yawning, you climbed out of bed and padded to the living room.
You weren’t surprised when you found it, along with the kitchen, empty. Grabbing a jacket, you slipped it on and walked to the window. Prying it open, you climbed out onto the fire escape and, with a sigh, started making your way to the rooftop.
Reaching the top, you paused for a moment, taking in the reds, oranges, and pinks of the sunrise. Your gaze landed on Jason, who was sitting on the edge of the roof, a faint haze of cigarette smoke surrounding him.
Smiling sadly, you went to join him. You silently sat down next to him, leaning your head against his shoulder as he put out his cigarette. Nowadays, Jason only smoked when he was under a lot of pressure or upset.
You sat in silence for several minutes, watching the city come alive with people on their way to work and many who clearly were just heading home from a long night.
As you watched a mother with two small children cross the street, you broke the silence. “Jay?”
He hummed.
“I love you, you know.” You said, lifting your head to look at him.
He smiled softly, staring off into the distance. “I know, Y/N. I love you too.”
You leaned against him again, closing your eyes and relishing in the warmth of the sun’s rays.
It wasn’t until almost an hour later that you went back to the apartment to eat breakfast.
As you put the dishes in the sink, you glanced behind you to see Jason sitting at the counter looking forlorn.
Putting down the rest of the dishes, you walked over and hugged Jason from behind, your face against his back and your arms around his waist.
You felt Jason’s chest rumble as he sighed. Your heart broke for him. Racking your brain, you tried to come up with an idea to distract Jason.
Going out was never an option, not on this day. So if you couldn’t go out…
Your eyes lit up as an idea came to you. Anything you could do outside, you could just as easily do inside!
Kissing Jason’s cheek, you grabbed his hand and dragged him to the couch, pushing him onto a cushion.
“Babe, what are you doing?” Jason asked.
You grinned at him. “Just stay here for a minute, okay? I’ll be right back.” You pecked his cheek then went to the bedroom, shutting the door behind you. Whipping out your phone, you dialed the number of Jason’s favorite restaurant and placed an order to be delivered in a few hours.
Hiding your smile, you walked back to the living room where Jason was looking at you expectantly.
“What was that, Y/N?” He asked.
“Nothing.” You replied, searching the shelves for a movie.
“Why are you being so mysterious?” Jason inquired, suspicion in his voice.
Finding the one you were looking for, you pulled the case off the shelf and turned to Jason, a fake pout on your face.
“I thought you liked it when I’m mysterious.”
He cracked a smile and you grinned. A small victory, but a victory nonetheless.
Revealing the movie case from behind your back, you showed it to Jason.
“Kung Fu Panda?”
“Yup.” You said, popping the ‘p’. “We’re gonna watch all three of ‘em.”
Putting the DVD in, you snuggled next to Jason and hit ‘play’ on the remote.
After finishing the three Kung Fu Panda movies, you started watching Lilo and Stitch.
Halfway through, the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it.” You told Jason, getting up.
Grabbing your wallet, you answered the door and paid the delivery boy. Walking back to the living room, you grinned as Jason’s jaw dropped when he saw you holding the take-out boxes.
“Babe,” He said quietly. “I love you.”
Setting the food out on the coffee table, you laughed. “I should think so.”
Jason kissed you before digging in and unpausing the move.
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You and Jason spent the rest of the day curled up on the couch watching movies. There was enough leftover food for dinner, so you didn’t have to worry about cooking.
Around 10 o’clock, you went to bed, exhausted from the day. Kissing Jason goodnight, you quickly fell asleep.
It felt like only minutes later that you were awoken by Jason’s tossing and turning.
Grabbing his shoulder, you gently shook him. “Jay. Jason, wake up.”
He continued to toss, mumbling incoherently about ‘Joker’, ‘Bruce’, and ‘too late’.
Biting your lip, you shook Jason harder. “Jason, you have to wake up. You’re dreaming, it’s only a nightmare. Wake up!” You practically shouted the last two words.
His eyes flew open and he sat up, clearly startled, a sheen of sweat covering his face and upper body. Breathing heavily, he choked out a dry sob.
You swore you just felt your heart break. “Jason,” You whispered, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly. “You’re okay, you’re safe, you’re alive.”
“Y-Y/N,” He stuttered. “Jo-Joker, he…he had you-you too. He-he killed you.”
“Oh, Jason.” You breathed. “I’m alright. I’m safe, I’m right here.” Pulling him to your chest, you ran your hands through his hair, whispering reassuring things as Jason’s tears soaked your shirt.
You stayed like that until the sun peeked through the window.
It was a new day. A day that a younger Jason had never gotten to see, and one that you were determined for him to see for a long while, because you would do anything to protect your Jaybird.
Jason showed all the signs. Though it was an easy emotion to instill in him, you never would have expected for it to be directed at Dick of all people. You were just playing air-hockey. Air-hockey. Well, you were also talking about Jason, but it was more like Dick asked you how everything was and you just started spilling your guts about how in love with him you were. Ranting about how much you loved Jason took time—you had to go into detail about how sweet he was, how smart he was, how perfect he was—and Dick happened to be completely overjoyed with how happy you made Jason, and so sat around to listen.
“Jay,” you said slowly.”Are you alright?”
Jason Todd is currently pouting on your couch. The complete package; scowl, crossed arms, knit brows and he even had his chin tucked into his chest. You expect the response, and aren’t surprised when you get it. Jason says flatly,”No.”
“Jason,” you said. His shoulders dropped to accommodate your arms, hands clasping at his collarbones from over the backside of the couch.”Are you jealous?”
“What?” Jason scoffed. That was a clear yes in your book.
With one hand still on his shoulder, you walked your way around the couch and plopped down in his lap. By reflex Jason put a hand on your knee, but took it off once he registered the action and went back to keep his arms crossed. His skin was steaming as it always was, so you pressed your cool hands against his cheeks and smiled at him pointedly.
“There’s no need to be jealous,” You said. Before Jason could interrupt you with the famous “but I’m not jealous” statement you knew was coming, you raised a hand for his silence, replacing Jason’s words with a sigh,”I’m sorry I couldn’t spend much time with you at the party. I know I said that I’d try and stick by you—because you hate those parties, trust me, I understand—but I was actually with Dick the entire time because we were talking about you.”
Jason eyed you oddly, then shifted in his seat. His arms slowly unwound,”What’d you say?”
“Well, Dick asked me how you were,” you began, then dramatically clasped your hands and sunk into a swoon,”And I was like, oh, Jason’s so dreamy, I love him so much! Did you know how many push-ups he can do in one minute? One-hundred-and-sixty! He also has the prettiest eyes and the hottest voice, oh my god—Well, you get the point. I was basically gushing about how great you were.”
Jason laughed, smile suddenly brighter and maybe a little guilty,”I’m sure Dick enjoyed that.”
“He did. He loves hearing about you, because he loves you and you’re his little brother,” you said sweetly, pinching Jason’s cheeks. He swatted you away, but the smile never really faltered. You felt your face heat when Jason brushed aside any stray locks blocking his view of your face,”And I love you, and that’s why I talk non-stop about you all the time. So you don’t need to be jealous of Dick.”
Jason sighed and rolled his eyes, pretending to be experated,”Yeah… I guess I love you too.”
You embraced him, belly immediately warming with the sensation of his hand cradling your head against his shoulder. He was also just so big that it felt like you were hugging a foam mattress.
(Bonus:)
“It’s actually one-hundred and sixty-two, by the way,” Jason said.
You pulled away and grinned at him,”Think you can beat it?”
Requested by Anon: HIHIHI CAN YOU DO A FIC WHERE ONE OF THE BOYS (preferably either Jason or Damian) ARE INJURED AND THE READER IS HELPING CLEANING THEM UP AND HE ASKS THEM TO “kiss it better” AND JUST OVERALL FLUFF BC SQUEEEEEEE CLICHE CUTENESS
The first time he came home bleeding and limping, you’d cried.
Jason’s nightly patrols weren’t news to you. When he’d told you a while back about where he went late into the night, you weren’t sure what to feel. Yes, you were glad he wasn’t cheating on you, and you knew how much the job meant to him, but you hadn’t realized how much danger he put himself in every night. It hadn’t occurred to you that you were both taking a risk – losing him.
You grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet in the bathroom, frantically opening it as you rushed to his side. Tears streamed down your face as you dabbed the antiseptic onto his wound with cotton balls. It got to the point where he couldn’t tell whether the burning was from the antiseptic or your tears.
“Jason, you have to be more careful!“ You sobbed, your tears ceasing to stop as you wrap the gauze around him. Jason tensed as you tried to breath steadily, reaching out to wipe your cheeks. He knew he could never take your presence for granted; he’d had worse nights out without someone to care for him and just be by his side. He can’t live for himself anymore – at this point, he’s only woken up every day because of you.
“Jesus, (Y/N)…” He pleaded as he wrapped his massive arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace.
“I’m so glad you’re home.” It’s nothing above a whisper, and he barely hears it as you lean into him, your head nestled into his chest. Both your arms wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer. He can practically feel the relief wash out of your body and into him.
Jason almost pulls away when he feels his shirt begin to feel wet. He hated when you cried; somehow, he knew it would always come back to the fact that he didn’t deserve an angel like you, and you didn’t need someone like Jason. Someone whose life had been so dark and miserable.He hesitates for only a minute, before finally pulling away and cupping your face in his hands. “Baby, would you mind,” he pants, lost in your deep gaze, “kissing me better?”
Your tears come to an abrupt stop as you give him a quite puzzled face. “You want me to kiss your… scars?” Your curiosity is not enough to ensure Jason your interest, and he internally screams at himself for asking something so desperate. “No, it’s fine. You don’t have to.” Jason shakes his head furiously but stops when you begin to giggle. He smiles weakly himself, glad to hear your laughter after the horrible things he’d seen on the street so late at night. “It’s ok, I want to.” You said, running your hands down his bare chest. You knew where every cut and slash was. You mapped out every scar that littered his body. You sighed as you gazed at a deep gash that lay right above the right side of his clavicle.
And so close to his heart.
Tracing the scar, you leaned down to kiss his collarbone, brushing your lips against his rough skin.
Jason sighed. Somehow, the littlest things you did made him feel alive again.
“You so are beautiful, Jason,” you whispered in his ear as your fingers started to trace the other scars slowly, “These scars just prove how strong you are.”
Jason clenched his jaw, turning his head so you wouldn’t see how he was on the verge of tears.
Jason had never been fond of his scars. And he couldn’t remember anyone ever calling him beautiful.
But you were right.
You were always right.
But this time, you were positively right about something.
He always finds home with you, always finds peace and comfort where the world is cruel and unforgiving. Part of that may be his own fault, he does his part in doing that, being an “outlaw” for all the right reasons, but maybe not the right way. You don’t mind that though. You’re always open arms and soft smiles that make his day go from pretty shitty to walking on clouds. Jason would compare the feeling to heaven, but he didn’t go there when he died. What does he know of heaven?
Jason curls his arms around your stomach, resting his chin on your shoulder as you hum a little song, trying to organize the stack of books in your arms. You’d gotten paid recently, as did he, and went to the bookstore with him.
Those are his favorite days, getting lost in the aisles with you, trying to find something new or an old favorite within the shelves. He has a habit of buying the most expensive editions, the first one. Jason used to collect them with Bruce and Alfred, and he continues on the tradition with you, even if you’re a little less eager to spend so much money on a book. Your eyes always light up though when you find one you know he’ll like.
He pulls you flush against him, chuckling at the break in your hum. The surprised tone and slight gasp you make from the impact of your back against his chest makes him smile.
“You could warn me next time.” you say, halfheartedly chastising him for ruining your groove. You’re not sure where you were heading with these books. You might just reorganize the whole thing.
Jason hums, pressing his nose into your shoulder and smiling against the cotton of your shirt. It’s odd how much he enjoys this. He’s content here with you. The world seems to drown away. There’s no worries, there’s no strain when he’s holding you.
“I love you,” he whispers, hugging you tighter against him until you curved and fit into him perfectly. Jason watches as you turn your head to face him, at least try to. It’s an awkward position, but he catches the light in your eye, the softness of your stare. He’s home, even though he never thought he’d have one again.
requested by @half-superhero: Jason’s s/o & Damian? Maybe Dami has a problem and he turns to her as his older sister? Maybe calling her like that for the first time and Jason is like what??? 🤗😚 your works are pure gold, keep being awesome, dude 😘
Hi, thank you for sending in this request! Sorry if this wasn’t what you wanted? Thank you so much for your compliments, they make me happy! On the bright side, I am slowly working on the requests since inspiration smacked me so I will most likely have some posted over the next few days, hopefully! (Cause I get distracted by a lot of things easily, unfortunately).
Jason Todd is a lot of things – the ‘Red Hood’, a ‘Robin’, a ‘brother’, a ‘son’ and most importantly, a ‘lover’. None of his family ever thought there would be a day where he would actually settle down and truth be told, Jason never thought it possible as well… until it happened. He always had this haunting thought that no one would be able to look past the weight of the world on his shoulders and how broken he is but obviously, that changed when he met you.
You are a lot of things too – a ‘confidant’, a ‘sister’, a ‘daughter’ and most importantly to Jason, you are the rainbow that comes after the rain and your presence itself is like a warmth that often blankets him whenever you are nearby. In other words, you are his pillar of support and his almost everything.
Jason is a lot of things but when he opened the door to his apartment that afternoon, he is taken aback by how Damian is standing there with the most deadpan expression he has ever seen from the youngest Wayne. “What are you doing here, brat?”
“Tt.” Damian does not roll his eyes but from his tone, Jason just knows that was what he had done even if the brat is still staring at him with that deadpan expression. “She is making tea.” He informs before pulling away from the door to pad back to the living room, to the orange bean bag where he had been comfortably sitting earlier.
Jason furrows his eyebrows as confusion creeps in. When did Damian become close to you? Better yet, when did he even find the time to actually seek you out to the point where he is letting his guard down? He can count the amount of times he has brought you over to the manor for galas or family dinners in one hand. “Babe?”
You step out of the kitchen and upon seeing Jason by the door, a smile appears on your face and you bound toward him. Jason wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you to him. You giggle before giving him the once-over, pressing your lips on his once you deem he is unscathed. Jason takes that chance to tilt your head slightly, deepening the kiss, swallowing the moan that left your mouth.
“Tt.” Damian actually rolls his eyes this time when the two of you pull away with you trying to hide your laughter in Jason’s shoulder and Jason’s smug look directed at Damian. “If you are done with your cavity inducing activities, I need to borrow Y/N for a while, Todd.”
“What’s your business with my girlfriend, brat?” Jason asks as the two of you walk toward the living room. You playfully swat Jason on his chest, pulling away from him to pad toward Damian.
“Don’t mind him, Dami.” Jason’s eyebrow shot up – Dami?? “The water should be boiling right about now and I’ll make some Darjeeling for the both of us and then we can talk at the veranda?” You ask the young man whom you have come to love as your very own little brother and Damian stares at you (you probably would have been perturbed by his intense gaze if you hadn’t known the little man – Jason talks about his family a lot).
He nods his head curtly. “Of course, sister.” You grin at his term of endearment, almost tempted to ruffle his hair but decided against it. So you settle for a pat on his shoulder and head to the kitchen, all the while aware of Jason’s inquiring gaze burning a hole on your back.
“When the hell did you get so close to her??” Jason asks incredulously and Damian clicks his tongue at Jason, causing the latter to roll his eyes at the blatant disrespect. “Seriously, brat.”
Damian sighs but to Jason’s ears, it sounded condescending and he pads over to the sofa, dropping himself unceremoniously across the little brat. “If you must know, Sister and I have a designated time every day where we simply drink tea and talk.”
“About?”
“This and that.” Damian is not going to tell Jason anything. He actually rather enjoys the time he spends with you, surprisingly. He doesn’t have a lot of positive female figures in his life – his mother had raised him to be an assassin – and most of his father’s ‘wards’ were all in the family business too so it was really refreshing to know that you are far from a vigilante and the likes.
Your views on a lot of things were also refreshing too and you hadn’t even been offended at his off-handed, backhanded comments either which had been a plus point for Damian. So it is really, to no one’s surprise, that he is taken to you.
“You best move along now, Todd. I don’t want you to impose on my time with Sister – you have her for the rest of the day, I need my time with her.” Damian points out as a matter-of-factly before Damian stands up, heads to the kitchen leaving Jason somewhat confused before Jason snorts at the absurdity of the entire situation and hey, he’s pretty sure Damian just insulted him there! That brat.
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