The rain lashed violently against the pavement, the rhythmic drumming deafening. The sky was dark and thunder rumbled, cars splashing puddles on the sidewalks as they tried to beat the weather.
Y/N hurried down the pavement, hair plastered to her scalp, head bowed against the weight of the torrential downpour. Her dripping coat didn’t protect her from the harsh elements, her numb hands shoved into her pockets desperately trying to find a hint of warmth.
She could hardly see the pavement several feet in front of her, her soggy shoes squelching as she stepped through the puddles. Y/N felt the chill in her bones, and she was eager to get back to the warmth of her home. She turned left into an alleyway. It was a shortcut.
There was no one else in the alleyway, until the breath was knocked out of her. A solid figure collided with Y/N, almost appearing out of thin air. She shrieked, the force of the person sending her stumbling backwards, her back colliding with the rough brick wall of the alley. Y/N toppled to the ground, her hands and knees scraping the wet pavement as she gasped for air, her back throbbing painfully.
She barely heard something heavy hit the ground, like a sack of flour before scrambling to her feet. Grazed hands were held in front of her, clenched in fists, wild eyes darting around the thick wall of rain surrounding everything. The instincts came with living in a place like Gotham. One had to always be aware and ready to run – or fight. Batman couldn’t save everyone.
Yet, no one came back to attack her. Y/N lowered her arms, heart racing as she cautiously stepped forward, just catching a glimpse of a dark lump on the ground. A person.
The person was face down, one hand stretched towards a nearby dumpster, the futile effort of catching themselves from falling evident.
Her heart jumped to her throat. The sturdy figure was clad in a scuffed leather jacket and dark pants which clung to his skin in the downpour. Y/N’s eyes widened. They were wearing a red helmet. Granted, Y/N could only see the back of the head, but the rain didn’t disguise that it was undoubtedly the Red Hood.
Y/N tentatively neared him, pulling one of his gloves down slightly to expose his wrist. With shaking hands and bated breath, she checked his pulse, pressing her cold fingers to his colder wrist.
She exhaled in relief. Not dead.
For a second, Y/N mulled over her options. Yes, he was technically not a hero – but he sure as hell wasn’t a villain. She knew if he didn’t wake up soon he would freeze, or catch something nasty. His skin was as cold as ice, the skin she could see flushed red. If she could manage to get him to her apartment, which wasn’t too far away, she would be able to make sure he didn’t get frostbite or worse. Gotham was a cruel mistress and even those striving to better it would not be spared from the weather.
She found herself gripping his hands with hers and digging her heels into the pavement in an attempt to pull him up. It didn’t work. Huffing and frustrated she tried again. And again.
Y/N leaned against the dumpster, her chest heaving. He was heavier than he looked. She exhaled loudly. She had to get him out of the cold.
Squaring her shoulders, and with a newfound spark of determination, Y/N grabbed his hands again. This time she stood pushed his back and head off the ground, slipping her hands around his midsection. Grunting with the effort, she managed to pull him up halfway after a couple of tries. Y/N rested for a moment before trying again, the numbness of her hands and ice-cold downpour not helping.
Finally, Y/N managed to sling one of his arms around her shoulders, supporting his weight. She staggered, beginning her long and slow trek home.
By the time she had managed to get to the door of her apartment, Y/N’s forehead was beaded with sweat and rain and her legs burned. She felt her shoulders cramping up as she unsteadily walked into her apartment, practically dragging him along.
Making a beeline to her room, she unceremoniously dumped his limp body onto her bed, cranking the heater up, and grabbing several towels and blankets. Red Hood lay sprawled on her bed, his clothes saturating the white sheets under him. Y/N began to attempt to dry him off – or his clothes at least. She tried to be gentle enough so that she wouldn’t set off whatever weapons he had tucked in his suit. Once the towels were discarded in a soggy pile in the corner of the room, she grabbed a hot water bottle.
The water bottle was hot, warming up her cold hands as she held it. Y/N gently placed it in his hands, wrapping his fingers around it. She then covered him with a blanket.
Climbing onto her bed, she trailed her fingers over the contours of the red helmet, wondering how in the world she’d get it off. She could get his gloves and boots off after that.
Her palms were sweaty, knees weak, and arms heavy as she began to ease the helmet off his head. Y/N felt lightheaded, her eyes squeezed shut, not helping her. She felt like she would be betraying the Red Hood – whoever he was if she took advantage of the situation and saw his ‘real identity.’ The silence was deafening, and she could only hear her laboured breathing. Nearly there.
Y/N breathed a breath of relief as she finally felt herself pull the helmet off his head.
A gloved hand touched hers and a deep voice spoke.
‘I’m gonna need this back, sorry princess.’
At his words, Y/N’s eyes flew open, and she shrieked, falling backwards onto the floor. In her panic, her eyes involuntarily opened, hands throwing the helmet. Her backside hit the wooden floor hard and Y/N grunted.
The handsome man caught his helmet. As soon as she realised she had caught a glimpse of his face she clapped her hands over her eyes.
‘I’m so sorry!’
Y/N froze in her place, uncertainty flowing through her. His features had a certain ruggedness to them: Shaggy dark hair framing his face made him seem young, but his eyes gave it away. Harsh determination burned in his eyes, moulded by years of anger. Even though he wasn’t angry, his eyebrows were unconsciously furrowed and his lips twisted into a slightly cynical smirk, standing tall. She could tell he had been through years of hell, but she’d be lying if he wasn’t attractive.
’S’okay. I’d rather wake up next to a pretty girl like yourself, then alone.’
Y/N stifled a laugh, feeling a flush crawl up her neck. She quickly composed herself. Her hands were still covering her eyes, making her look comical. ‘I’m sorry for..’ She paused, ‘seeing your face. You just passed out in front of me, and you could’ve gotten hypothermia or-‘
‘Don’t worry ‘bout it. Honestly.’ He replied. ‘Oh, you can look now. I’m decent.’
Y/N uncovered her eyes, peering up at Red Hood. She smiled sheepishly. ‘So, do you want to have some dinner or something’
He shook his head. ‘I should probably get going. But thanks for letting me crash here. I appreciate it.’
Y/N nodded dumbly, still on the ground. She didn’t know what to say.
With the agility of someone who hadn’t just passed out, he slid out of the bed, walking towards the front door.
He glanced back as strong arm swung her front door open, which let out into the corridor between other apartments. It seemed awfully mundane, for him to exit by the front door instead of jumping out a window. When Y/N raised her eyebrows, she could feel him grinning underneath that red helmet of his.
‘I don’t want to be too predictable, do I?’
He threw her a mock salute before walking out.
The door shut behind him, leaving Y/N standing in the now silent room, asking herself just how she had gotten into that situation in the first place. She went to bed with a smile on her face, not regretting that night one bit.
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Her drowsy steps were light against the floor. Y/N had managed to drag herself out of her bed – the side that wasn’t soaked in dirty water. It was late morning, the excitement of the previous night taking a toll on her.
She padded to her kitchen, filling the kettle with water to boil it. She grabbed a mug and teabag. Y/N turned around to get a spoon from a drawer she stopped.
How could she not have noticed that?
A large bouquet of flowers stood proudly on her kitchen bench. Y/N gasped, rushing over and cautiously holding them in her hand, turning the bouquet around. It was beautiful, with pink roses and creamy tulips and lovely lilacs. There were more she didn’t even know the name of. They smelt wonderful as well, the sweet scent beginning to permeate the air.
There was a small note that she hadn’t noticed before, almost tucked away in the folds of petals.
“Thanks for the other night. I would do that again if it meant I got to see your pretty face again. Stay safe, or I might have to pay you a visit.”
I hope this isn’t complete trash lol. Passionate kisses are hard for me to write. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy, love! ♥
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Waiting anxiously in the airport, you checked your watch for what was probably the thousandth time. Jason’s plane should have landed by now…
Just then, you felt arms snake around your waist. You panicked for a moment before relaxing. Leaning back, you breathed in your boyfriend’s scent.
“Hey, babe.” You greeted.
Jason chuckled. “How’d ya know it was me?”
Turning around to face him, you laughed. “That’s my little secret.”
Smiling, Jason lovingly ran his finger along the edge of your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
You smiled back as you took in every detail of his face, committing it to memory. You could feel his heart beat against your chest, his fingers running through your hair. Closing your eyes, you breathed in the scent of leather, sweat, smoke and citrus.
A small grin crossed your face. You couldn’t imagine a better life than the one you were living right now.
Opening your eyes, you gazed into Jason’s eyes for a moment before crashing your lips to his.
Taken by surprise, Jason froze for a second before kissing back. You cupped his face with your hands, and he lifted you off the ground, deepening the kiss.
After what felt like hours but was probably only seconds, Jason put you down and you broke apart, both of you breathless.
You smiled at each other, neither of you saying a word. Nothing needed to be said; it was clear what you both felt for one another.
So I suppose this is a bad time to realize that I have no business writing kisses? 😂 I’ve never kissed anyone lol. Ahem, ANYway…
“Take a breath. It’s all okay.” You instructed Jason.
He took a shuddering breath, nearly choking on the air. You had Jason pulled to your chest, rubbing comforting circles on his back.
“It’s alright, Jay. It was only a nightmare, it wasn’t real.” You held back a sob. Seeing Jason like this was incredibly difficult. “You’re okay. You’re alive.”
As Jason’s tears soaked into your shirt, you kissed the top of his head, whispering reassuring things to him. Promising that you will never leave his side, never let his past repeat itself.
Jason had told you to always be careful – lock the doors, lock the windows, don’t let anyone in you don’t know. These things were already second nature; living in the East End was cost effective, but it was dangerous. You couldn’t help but find it endearing, though.
Jason said he was working late tonight, to go to bed and he’d let himself in. Though you were a a handful of weeks into your relationship, you’d both already got into the habit of sharing space. Rolling over, you huffed when you realized the normal hulking figure of Jay wasn’t back yet. You hoped it was okay. Normally he’d be home by now.
You couldn’t sleep. The police radio was loud and awake on your bedside tonight as the thrum of GCPD helicopters combed the neighborhood for someone. Tonight, the sounds of Gotham seemed louder than usual – sirens, screams, and shots – so you quickly opted to ignore it, and push away the growing anxiety about Jay’s safety with mindless re-watches of late night television.
The TV on your nightstand hums awake, and the beside clock glows a blaring red: 2:56 am.
So, you watch the nature special on nocturnal birds. And try not to worry more, but it’s hard when the GCPD is tearing up the district.
It’s not until 3:26am when you hear it.
You slam the mute button on the television, still your breathing and listen.
It’s the window by the fire escape in the living room. Someone’s at it, fucking around with the lock. At first, you wonder if it’s your brain playing tricks on you. And then it gets louder.
Panic floods you, and for a moment you consider what to do next – instinct calls you to the baseball bat behind your door, so in a mild scramble, you creep across the room ignoring the state of undress you’re in. You had more important things to do rather than put on a bra and pants.
You can hear the intruder curse when you pull open your bedroom door, and finally the lock snaps – and the window clatters open.
In the dark of your living room, you only make out the glow of a red helmet before you swing, clocking the intruder upside the head as you scream in terror. Sure enough, the man hits the ground like a bag of bricks, yelling in surprise with hands covering his head.
“Ow! FUCK, babe! Babe!”
You swing again, but he catches the Louisville slugger just in time for you to see the bright red bat symbol splayed across ceramic body armor. The leather jacket is familiar, and so is the voice, and suddenly you’re starting to realize –
“Babe, Jesus, that… That was my head.”
“Jason?!”
You voice cracks into a shriek as he pries the helmet from his head, revealing a black domino mask underneath. A sheepish, crooked smile greets you from his place on the floor and you slap a hand over your mouth. You quickly slam the window shut above him and pull the curtains, eyes wide as you try and work this out in your brain.
“I was going to tell you –”
“Bullshit,” you hiss, watching the GCPD search light fan across the apartments across the street, “Are you kidding me? Red Hood? Do you… Oh my god, Jason, I… I knew you were crazy, but seriously?!”
Jason groans, pulling himself upright as he tosses his domino mask off; his eyes are apologetic, and when he stands you’re crossing your arms. You’re starting to pace, and Jason realizes you’re on the verge of freaking out. Like, really freaking out.
“Beautiful, it’s nothing, really –”
“Nothing?!” you yell-whisper, “You’re a superhero. God, and I worried about you before! I’m never going to sleep. I’m not. I will never sleep. I’m going to have to wait for you and make sure you’re not dead in some ditch –”
Blue eyes soften and Jay’s shoulders dip a bit as he sighs. Within a second, gloved hands are on your arms. You hate it when he looks at you like that. Those baby blues are enough to pacify you. His lips quirk, just enough, and you speak slowly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I knew you’d worry,” Jason chirps, tugging you close to pepper a few kisses along your brow, “I’m sorry, kid.”
“I worry anyways, you know.”
That stirs a warm glow of affection in Jason’s chest – it’s stupid, but it makes him feel like he really does mean something. Your face is pressed into a pout when he pulls away. “I know.”
There’s a few beats of silence between you both before Jason moves to kiss you; it’s sappy and slow and thankful, and you cling to the armored plating along his waist. He smells like smoke and…
You pull away.
Raise your hand. The metallic smell clings to your nostrils. Your fingers are smeared in blood.
Jason Todd doesn’t want to admit he’s going soft, but it’s hard to do when you’re smiling at him like he’s the best thing in the whole world, kissing him like he’s the air you breathe.
Jason Todd isn’t soft; he’s gun shot wounds and cigarette burns and leather jackets and bloody, calloused hands. He’s died and he’s back and he’s fucked up, but you love him and maybe that’s the only the thing keeps him together some days, but damn it. He’s not soft.
And yet, here he is.
You’re strewn across his lap, fingers in his hair as Jay melts into the newly washed sheets you’d pulled across that shitty mattress in his apartment. They smell like you – floral and sweet and like a good home, like something he could come back to every night and be happy. You smile as he groans, his heavy lashes falling shut as you continue your ministrations.
Jason’s been dead, but he’s never been to heaven – this makes up for it. This makes up for being six feet under, for dipped into the afterlife and drowned awake.
You kiss his nose, a nose that’s been broken by his father, by Joker, and countless others, and Jason knots his hands in your t-shirt. You make the bad things go away, and all the screaming ricochets of violence in his brain go quiet. He doesn’t think about the sting of crossbar when you touch his cheek – he thinks about how much he would die for you.
“I missed you,” you whisper to him over the sounds of Gotham, “You were gone for so long.”
“Six days is definitely too long,” he nods, lips pulled into that stupid smirk of his you love so much. His hand skims your back as he watches you. Under the gaze of those dark eyes, you nestle closer. Jay’s voice is weak – soft, “I missed the sound of your voice.”
You hum, kissing his face again and he feels the love seep through it. He kisses the crown of your hair and you feel the same thing – the lingering warmth of love and dedication.
Jason Todd, in moments like these, is soft. Incredibly so, and you’re glad you get to see it.
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At first, you thought your day would be uneventful.
That was until your friend suddenly showed up on your doorstep, basically kidnapping you for a lady’s night out. But it wasn’t the fancy kind. It started with messy food, movies, more food and ended with her leaving you behind to hook up with a taxi-driver.
Sometimes you asked yourself how you ended up with so many crazy people in your life. But who were you to judge? You dated a self-proclaimed “outlaw”. How much crazier could it get?
You had only noticed that you didn’t have your phone with you when your friend was gone, and you couldn’t call a cab, so you decided to walk home. It had been a long and busy day and you appreciated the evening breeze.
Gotham, as scary as it could be, sometimes even seemed to be somewhat peaceful.
You stopped on a quick Starbucks run before you walked down the street, watching the sunset as you saw a flash of red and black drop down next to you, scaring the living shit out of you.
“The Hell, Tim?!” you said as Red Robin raised his hands in defense.
“Are you okay?” he asked sheepishly.
“Yeah, you just scared me.”
“No, I mean… are you okay? In general?” Of course, the answer was obvious, you were alive and okay, but the question confused you nonetheless.
“Yeah? … Why?” you asked.
“Because Jason is currently raising hell as if you’ve been kidnapped and tortured collectively by the whole Gotham underground.” He said matter-of-factly and started typing something on his weird wrist-watch-thingy.
You stopped in the middle of taking a sip of your drink.
“What??”
“Yeah… He said you haven’t answered your phone all day and you were ‘nowhere to be found’. Bruce put him in time out because he threatened to shoot something up.” He looked at the position of the setting sun to guess how long ago this was. Thirty minutes? An hour? Maybe? What day was it?
“But he’s probably left the cave by now.”
“What? Then why are you so calm?? What the- Tim, could you please tell him that I’m okay and on the way home?”
“Already done.” He said and looked at your drink and you took an educated guess at where his next stop would be.
“Here” you handed him the spare coffee that was meant for your boyfriend, but Jason probably didn’t need the energy boost anymore. You both started walking towards your apartment as you knew that he would’ve followed you home anyways.
It seemed to be one of these weird rules in this family to make sure everybody got home safe.
“Wait, how many people are looking for me right now? Or… you know, were looking for me until now?” you asked, afraid of the answer as the teen just stared ahead for a moment.
“Dick, the Outlaws, Steph, and Cass.” He said. “And Alfred is in the cave monitoring.”
“And Bruce?” you asked, more interested to know who would search for you in case you were really in danger. Besides the fact that your boyfriend is apparently having a meltdown right now.
“He’s busy.”
“Figured”
“And the demon spawn has no soul, so he refused to.”
“Oh.”
“And we all knew that Jason was just over-reacting.”
“And yet here you are.”
His hand went up to scratch the back of his head. “To be honest I was just on a coffee run.”
You nodded, understandingly.
“Did he reply? “ you asked after a few seconds of silence. You honestly missed your phone by now.
“Just a bunch of gibberish.” He looked at his wrist and took a sip of the coffee.
“He’s probably mad.” You said and Red Robin nodded.
“Shouldn’t be so surprising considering its Jason we’re talking about.”
And with that you both fell into silence.
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A few minutes later you stood in front of your apartment door, alone, keys in hand and ready to unlock the door when it swung open and a strong hand pulled you in, the door slamming shut behind you. Your back leaned against the closed door but not because of balance but purely out of lack of space as your boyfriend, Jason Todd, hovered above you in all his fully-geared-up-but-helmetless glory.
His hands caged you in and you eyed him like a deer caught in headlights.
About a hundred different emotions washed over his face from obvious worry to anger and frustration until he finally sighed and gave way to the most prominent emotion – Relief.
You simply stared at him as he hung his head, trying to get over the initial shock from the multiple heart and panic attacks you made him go through.
On the first look you could understand why people thought he was intimidating but right now he just looked like a sad puppy whose owner has just left and locked the door.
Slowly you lifted your cup, pointing the straw at his direction as an offering of peace accompanied by a hesitant smile on your part.
He lifted his head, the frown back at his face, as he practically glared through you.
You lowered the cup again out of eyesight.
Another second of silence passed.
“You are so grounded.” He finally spoke and even though his expression was as stoic as ever, the tension has been finally cut and you couldn’t help but smile in relief.
He wanted to yell, to rant and to tell you exactly how goddamn stupid your stupid actions on this stupid day where but he couldn’t. Not when you were safe at home. Not with your scared expression so fresh on his mind and especially not when you looked so damn innocent, standing there.
“I’m sorry.” You finally offered.
Despite the now lighter atmosphere, you couldn’t even start to imagine what he thought had happened to you. You knew he had witnessed horrible things in his life and probably even on this day and you never wanted to be part of any of these scenarios.
But at the end of the day, it was just a forgotten phone.
Right?
Suddenly, with a single sigh, he looked as if he had just lost seven years of his lifespan before he rested his forehead on your shoulder, defeated.
You defeated Red Hood.
“Hey.” You said softly, placing your free hand on his hair as you slowly started to run your fingers through it. “I’m sorry I worried you.” You said, lifting your cup again as an offering and you felt him take a sip through the straw.
Ha. You knew it.
“Tori made a surprise visit and we went to the movies. She was so hectic that I completely forgot to take my phone with me.” You tried to explain. You hoped that knowing how your day actually looked like would replace whatever images he had already constructed in his head.
“You are still grounded.” He said and you rolled your eyes.
“And how was your day?” you tried to steer the conversation away from the topic while you still stood caged against the door. Not that you minded that much.
“Oh, the usual. A few rapists broke out, a human trafficking ring settled in fucking Gotham and the woman I love was suddenly fucking gone.” He said bitterly and you knew he wouldn’t let you live that down anytime soon.
“The woman you love, huh? As in present tense?”
He pushed himself off the door to glare at you again as you immediately missed running your fingers through his hair.
“Watch it. You are on thin fucking ice right now.”
“Jason.” You said, ignoring the fact that he had just stolen you Starbucks cup as you continued to talk. “Look, I made a mistake and it was stupid. I should’ve known better.”
“Damn right, you should have!”
“All I am asking for is a chance to make it up to you.” You said, your voice hung in the air with a hint of… seduction? You couldn’t help the effect he had on you, standing so close. And truth be told, you wanted to replace his angst with something more… nice.
Jason squinted at your words. “I don’t know, (Y/N).” he said, taking a sip before continuing, his face still only inches away from yours. “You really did a number on me.”
“And I’m fully repentant.” you said.
“So, what are you suggesting?” he asked and you knew that he had already forgiven you.
“Make-up sex?” you answered, and his expression didn’t change.
“No.”
This genuinely surprised you.
“No?”
“I’m not your whore.” He said and it took every ounce of willpower for you not to laugh.
“I never said that.” You said, biting your bottom lip to keep yourself from giggling.
“I really don’t like your tone here.”
“Okay.” You said. “What are you suggesting then?” you asked and he looked pleased with this question.
“Make-up sex.” He answered.
“That’s exactly what I said.”
“Yeah. But I didn’t like the way you said it.”
“Jason.”
“(Y/N).”
You both stared at each other for a moment and you wondered how you possessed the willpower to not kiss him with his face so close to yours.
“So… Are we going to… you know?” you slowly said before he grabbed you and threw you casually over his shoulder like a very delicate duffel bag.
“Really?” you sighed, shaking your head with a smile and you only heard him chuckle and put down the drink before he carried you through the living room.
“Gotta make sure you don’t disappear again.”
“I won’t. I already said I’m fully repentant.” You said as you heard his guns hit the floor and the sound left you tingling in excitement before he threw you on the bed, kicking the bedroom door close behind him.
Requested by @jason-redhood: Hi! Congrats on the 500 followers! You’ve come such a long way in such a short time! You’re doing amazing! ✨If you’re not overwhelmed with requests: would you mind doing night time rituals for Jason Todd x reader? Like how they end their day or early mornings as it may be lol.
I’m sorry this took so long, love! I hope you enjoy it! ♥
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Before patrol:
Before patrol, Jason likes to make you a delicious dinner.
You always make it a point to be home in time to eat with him.
After dinner, you’ll usually curl up with Jay on the couch.
He’ll run his hand through your hair as you read, or sometimes you’ll just talk.
You just spend time together because you never know what might happen.
Just before Jason leaves, he’ll kiss you and hug you to his chest.
Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he quietly whispers “I love you.”
Intertwining your hand with his, you say it back.
After he leaves, you stay by the window for a long time, looking out at the night sky.
After patrol:
The first thing you do is patch up any wounds Jason got during patrol.
You’ll help him to the bedroom and change out of his suit.
He’ll cuddle you, or you’ll cuddle him, depending on how patrol went.
While Jason’s nightmares have become less frequent, they do still happen at least twice a week.
So you help calm him down after one of them.
You’ll rub comforting circles on his back until the morning sun peeks through the window.
On nights without nightmares, you and Jason both sleep through the whole night.
Jason will get up early and make you breakfast before you have to leave for work.
If patrol was rough, you’ll take the day off and stay home with Jason.
Jason wasn’t really a light sleeper but years of being on the run did mean that when you weren’t by his side he knew it. Call it a 6th sense. A feeling. A sense of security. But he just always knew when your presence was missing.
Letting out a low moan he sat up. It only took him a few moments to hear the music from your video game. Something was up.
As he walked into the living room his suspicions were confirmed. You were hunched over your controller eyes slightly bloodshot.
“Hi”
“Hi” you said blank eyes never leaving the TV.
Slowly he sat down next to you blinking sleep out of his eyes.
Both of you sat in silence for a while while you played.
“You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’ did you?” Jason said gently brushing away a strand of your hair that had fallen in front of your face. You flinched slightly making Jason’s stomach drop. It was worse than he assumed.
“I didn’t wake you up, but sure.”
“Did it have anything to do with the phone call you got from father today?”
“He doesn’t need to talk to me like that.”
“Want me to shoot him? Because I will.”
“No” you sighed as you died again in the game. Quickly you restarted the game. Trying to avoid his eye contact.
“Can I take your mind off it in another way?” he asked leaning forward kissing you on the neck. You giggled slightly causing you to slip up again accidentally falling into a death trap.
“Now look what you did” you mumbled trying to focus on the screen and not your boyfriend’s oh so addictive mouth on your neck.
“Well I guess that means your free now.”
You giggled turning to him capturing his lips in your own.
“But honestly,” Jason said pulling you up so you were straddling him, “you are amazing and talented and a totally capable adult. If your dad can’t see that then he’s missing out.”
“Who need him anyway?” you whispered running your fingers through his hair, “You’re my family.”
“Excatily,” Jason said kissing you again before flipping you onto your back on the couch. You let out a squeal your legs still wrapped around his waist. He peppered you with little quick kisses turning your squeal into laughter.
Technically it was Jason’s day off. Yet, Jason was working. In Gotham, crime didn’t sleep. He knew he’d be called out for something, day off or not.
Jason’s touch was feather light as he caressed Y/N’s hand, his focus preoccupied on his laptop. She was asleep, slumped beside him in the bed, one hand in his, which lay above the duvet.
There was something comforting about having the person he loved next to him which helped feel relaxed and calm; Y/N was a miracle.
It was morning, the gloomy skies blocked any ounce of brightness from filtering through the curtains, washing their bedroom in near darkness. His screen lit part of the room with dim blue light. The bags under his tired eyes were accentuated, a testament to his many nights awake and out on the streets.
Jason glanced to Y/N, squeezing her hand. She muttered something in her sleep, shuffling closer to him. He watched his thumb gently rub circles on her hand. With her hand loosely wrapped around his, he saw something he hadn’t seen before in plain view.
Two letters were marked in black on her ring finger.
J.T
How had he not noticed?
His heart jumped as his breath was caught in his throat for a moment. Jason ran his thumb over the letters in an attempt to rub them off, hoping it was pen or anything not permanent.
The tattoo moved with the skin, refusing to be rubbed off.
The ink was still dark, hardly faded; like it was only a couple of weeks old – but he knew it had to have been older. She had taken care of it well.
Jason lightly shook Y/N, whispering at her to wake up. Luckily she had always been a fairly light sleeper since he had come into her life – since they started living together Y/N got used to waking up when Jason came home in the middle of the night.
She grumbled, shaking his hand off her shoulder, sitting up. Y/N looked at Jason through bleary eyes, blinking sleep out of her eyes.
‘Morning, Jay.’ Y/N said, her voice hoarse with sleep. ‘If you’ve been up all night working, You’re in trouble. It’s meant to be your day off.’ She teased, a smile on her face.
Jason didn’t want to ruin the moment. She looked so beautiful, her slightly puffy eyes and tangled hair and soft smile making his chest warm.
‘Y/N, when did you get this?’ Jason held her hand up, getting straight to the point, his fingers tracing around the tattoo.
Her eyes widened, face paling from the confrontation. ‘I got it when you were…gone.’ Y/N chose her words carefully. It was still a sore topic for her.
Jason had to force his words out. ‘What if you moved on?’ Y/N’s face fell.
His fingers ghosted over the tattoo.‘whoever it was wouldn’t have appreciated it, especially if you got engaged.’’
She let out a weak chuckle, fidgeting with the edge of the duvet. ‘I’d never be able to move on. You know that by now.’
Jason laughed bitterly, dropping her hand. ‘And to think you call yourself a realist.’
He didn’t know why he was getting so worked up about it. Something about it made him mad. She would have eventually moved on and gotten married to some stuck-up lawyer.
She might’ve gotten married in a big church, in an expensive white dress. Maybe had children. Maybe she would’ve been happier. He almost snorted. Of course, she would be happier.
Jason’s chest tightened. At least a lawyer would’ve been a better choice then what he was. Why would anyone want to be with him? He was a disappointment of a son, not even a hero. The black sheep of all the robins, the one who was never enough.
Not to mention that she was in constant danger with him. Being the main player in Gotham’s underground scene tended to do that. God knows how many other gangs wanted to get rid of him.
He would never forgive himself if Y/N got hurt because of him. Jason’s stomach twisted at the very thought.
No, he wasn’t mad at Y/N. He was mad at himself because she could do so much better.
Y/N whipped her head to face him, her expression fierce. Her eyes blazed, brimming with tears. ‘You don’t think I tried?’
Jason recoiled slightly, surprised.
Her hands tugged at the roots of her hair. ‘I wanted to forget so bad. To be happy again…’
Y/N glanced at Jason. She tried to smile but failed, her lips quivering violently. ‘I couldn’t even look another man in the eyes properly, because I’d think of you. Maybe it would be that his hair looked like yours, or he walked or talked like you but I just couldn’t forget about you. No one can ever replace you.’
She swallowed hard, looking up to the ceiling for a moment, remembering painful memories. Y/N tried to blink her tears away.
‘One day, I saw someone walking down the street with a jacket so similar- I thought for a second-‘
Y/N shook her head.‘It was just me, hoping that it was just a sick joke.’ She laughed humorlessly, breaking off as a sob caught in her throat.
‘I know I saw them put you in the goddamn ground, but I just couldn’t let go.’
Y/N was flushed, her mouth hard with determination, yet it was trembling, her eyes glossy with unshed tears.
Jason swept Y/N into his arms, pulling her onto his lap. His arms wound around her waist, a hand tracing circles into her shaking back.
‘You will always be the only man I will love. Nothing can change that, death or not.’ Y/N’s voice was muffled from Jason’s shirt, but he heard it clearly.
There was a pregnant pause.
Jason cupped Y/N’s cheek, lifting her head that was buried in his chest. With the other hand, he rubbed away her tears. He leaned down, kissing her softly, one hand on her cheek and one wound into her hair. Y/N tasted like tears and sweetness. He loved it.
Jason pulled away, running his thumb over his inked initials on her finger. He had never been so sure of anything in his life.
Dick was right; He would know when he found the one.
A/N: In general, I don’t do songfics, but I was listening to this song on my lunchtime walk and I couldn’t help myself, I was inspired. It just screamed Jason to me.
It wasn’t often that Jason woke up before you, but when he did, he couldn’t help but bask in the warmth and beauty you radiated beside him. He was always speechless when he watched how peacefully your soft lips parted in your sleep and the way the sun shone through your dainty eyelashes. You were cuddled into the fluffy comforter, hair splayed across the pillow. For Jason, there was nothing more beautiful than the embodiment of peace and love at rest.
Jason had spent so much time seeing the worst in the the world, he struggled to believe there was some great power that be watching over him or this world. If there was some god or power, would he have died so young and traumatically? Would so many innocent people suffer everyday at the hands of terrible, evil people? But when he looked at you, especially when you were resting so peacefully beside him, Jason had his answer that for him, you were a gift from any and every god he could ever believe in.
The moment he met you, something changed. He didn’t feel quite so lost in life anymore, he had finally found someone to give him all the love he didn’t know he craved. He was so used to chaos in every direction, but when he looked at you and how peaceful you were, he knew his heart was finally home and safe.
He placed a kiss to your temple gently enough you didn’t stir. As much as he wanted to shout at the top of his lungs his thanks for you in his life, he settled for whispering, “Thank God for this woman, Amen.”
As much as you slept like a rock, unable to be disturbed, Jason’s morning voice always managed to make you stir from your dreams. You never minded though, comparing it to waking up to an even better dream than you could ever hope to come up with on your own.
Shifting onto your side to face him, Jason loved the way your eyes sparkled in the soft morning sunlight. “Morning,” you whispered, a content little smile on your face. Oh how he loved that smile.
Jason leaned in and kissed you properly now that you were awake enough to reciprocate before answering, “Morning, Y/N.”
You scooted yourself a little closer to Jason as he wrapped his arm around you to pull you as close as possible. You shut your eyes as you relished in the peaceful morning. Finally you asked, “What are you doing up so early?”
Jason absentmindedly drew patterns onto your bare arms as he explained, “Just thinking about how good I’ve got it here with you. You give me faith. You give me grace. You give me hope. You give me strength. And you give me love, a love without end. Lord knows how lucky I am that every twist and every turn along the way made sure all my roads led to you.”
Jason loved that he could feel you smile against his chest, but it broke his heart when he felt the tears begin to prickle against him because you didn’t feel you deserved that love or for Jason to think so highly of you. You saw yourself so full of flaws, it always flustered you when he saw every last shortcoming as something else to love about you.
“I’ve been so broken, Y/N, shattered and left to put the pieces back together myself. But you, you never saw those cracks as flaws or something to be ashamed of. Instead, you found your way into my heart through the cracks, made a home there, and reminded me I need those cracks because that’s where your love gets in. I’d lose my way and I’d lose my mind if I faced one day on my own,” he mused. “I’ll never say near enough how thankful I am for you.”
You fell into a peaceful lull, Jason almost hoping you’d fallen back to sleep. He didn’t want to see you so hard on yourself, but wanted you to see what he saw in you. He lay there running his hand up and down your back when you surprised him that you were still awake when you said, “I love you, Jason.”
Looking up at him, you smiled as you continued, “This world has a way of shaking your faith, but every night I get down on my knees when I say thanks for the moon and the stars up above, I also thank God for you, Amen.”
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