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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 11 months

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Usual Trouble

Characters: Reader x Jason Todd (platonic)

Warnings: Language

Summary: You come back home to a wrecked mansion and an injured Robin.

You pushed the wide, heavy manor doors and wondered why Bruce hadn’t parked his car under the trees like agreed. Then you remembered that the man was off in Metropolis helping Clark and wouldn’t be back for a few days. Tossing the keys onto the hallway table, you smiled - the manor was yours.

Once you had brought in all the groceries, you locked up and then carried the bags to the kitchen. You unloaded the items that needed the cool temperature of the refrigerator but took a tub of the Neapolitan ice-cream. Packing it in another bag, you grabbed two spoons and walked towards Bruce’s study. On the way, you noticed the Ducati laying on its side by the stairs that led to the cellar and fresh set of scratches on its paint and the wall.

Leave it to Jason to stunt his way through the house while you were out running errands. Opening the secret entrance behind the grandfather clock, you made your way down to the Batcave, elevator doors sliding open.

“You know, Bruce asked me to have a chat with you about the Ducati in the house.” You told Jason as you walked. “But I stopped listening when he started listing why.”

You had almost reached the console when you noticed the dark-haired boy leaning against a pillar dressed in his vigilante costume, bloodied, bruised and exhausted. You quickly set the bag down and jogged over to find out what had happened.

“Shit - Jason, what have you done?” You whispered and began the process to assess the damage. He wasn’t supposed to be out in the field unless you or Bruce were informed. The fact that he didn’t listen pissed you off. “What were you thinking?”

Jason chuckled and then winced. “I thought I handled him well.”

You glared at him for a second before pulling a chair for him to sit on. “You’re broken in about four places.” Lifting his hair gently, you shook your head. “And probably concussed. Who did this?”

Averting his eyes to the floor, Jason made his confession. “The Riddler.” But when he saw your eyes widen, he rushed to explain himself. “He almost broke out of Arkham so I shoved his riddling ass back inside. I saved people I should be fucking thanked.”

Sighing, you glanced at the Batcave console. “Wait here.” You instructed and briefly left his side to retrieve the first aid kit. When you returned, you pulled up a second chair and sat opposite him, looking at his injuries again. “Okay, one thing at a time.”

Carefully, you nursed the young Robin back to health and tended to the open wounds. It had gotten awfully quiet for a long time until Jason finally asked the question that was plaguing his mind.

“Are you mad?”

It asked so gently that you wondered if the same hot-headed boy was sitting before you. Shaking your head, you set the tweezers down on the metal tray after extracting the bullet.

“No.”

“Then why did you freak out?” Jason asked defensively.

“Because I worry every time you go out on your own.”

“Why - because you think that I’m weak? That I can’t handle myself out there?” The young boy started to yell and you saw his temper flare up.

In moments like these, you stayed silent until he simmered down in his own time. It didn’t take long for Jason to realise that his tone was out of line and his muscles relaxed, breathing evening out. He didn’t apologise and you didn’t expect one, letting him steer the conversation elsewhere.

“I heard Bruce yelling at you yesterday.” He resumed softly. “After you mentioned my idea to visit Dick in San Francisco.”

You picked up a cloth bandage and began unwrapping it. “He’s always pissed about something.”

“Why back me up? You know every reason why I shouldn’t go.”

You looked up. Despite being beaten by one of Gotham’s most cruel, Jason’s eyes still shone with something special. Placing a hand on his cheek, you tilted your head and sent him a small smile.

“The way that I see it is, if Robin is always out there defending the city then who’s defending Jason?” You questioned.

You were just speaking your truth when, quite suddenly, the young Robin leaned forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, engulfing you in a hug that only got tighter by the second.

Jason gripped the back of your jacket. “All I do is fuck things up.” He said, voice on the verge of tears.

You hugged him a little bit tighter. “In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t care.”

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venusianelf · 2 years

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Troublemaker

Pairing: Platonic! Jason Todd x Young! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Established Frienship

Summary: Young Y/N is friends with Jason. Reader gets into a troublesome fight at school and Jason is there to help. Warnings: Canonic level of violence, Bullying

Word Count: ~900

Request: But I was hoping to ask for a jason todd x reader (but it's platonic bc reader is younger (if thats ok) and they're just friends). But the reader is kinda like a gremlin child (short, shot tempered, loud, always doing parkour, not afraid to get into a fight). And one day they get into an unfair fight with her school bullies, so jason kinda had to come and request them? (Que jason lecturing her on why she shouldn't get into fights as if he's not a vigilante)

A/N: Sorry for taking forever to write this! I hope it’s good enough. Also thank you for 200 followers! Pic from pinterest. Enjoy the fanfic!

The sun set over the tall buildings spanning across your view. You sat at the top of your parent’s apartment complex as you saw a familiar red helmetted figure head towards you. “Hey, how’s things been kiddo?” He asked moving to sit next to you. “It’s been alright,” You shrugged as you turned to glance at him as he removed his helmet and put it aside. “That’s fair, well I brought you a slushie, it’s your favorite flavor,” He replied handing you a drink. “Thanks, Jay,” You smiled at him as you took it from it.

Taking a sip of it, and sure enough it was your favorite flavor. You were glad you had this friendships with Jason. He always cheered you up on your worst days and offered some semi-questionable advice always ready for you. Not that you cared if it was questionable, as you yourself were a questionable figure. Your school definitely didn’t like you as you had no problem standing up for yourself even if you erred on the side of being a little reckless.

Finishing off your slushie with sun now fully set, you put your cup down and leaned on Jason. “I wish I could go out vigilanting like you,” You huffed as he chuckled. “Maybe when you’re older kiddo. It is dangerous work, yknow,” He replied as you pouted. “I know but I’m pretty sure I could handle it,” You retorted as he sighed and ruffled your hair. “I’m sure you could, but it’s better to not go looking for trouble, trust me,” He said a little solemnly as paused before nodding. Maybe when you were older you could more thoroughly convince him.

“Alright well, speaking of, I need to get back on duty,” He spoke as he moved to put his helmet back on. “Okay, I’ll see you later then!” You replied as you moved to stand up. “Yup, see you then,” He replied as you waved at him and he gave a wave back. “Bye!” You called out to him as he set off. Turning around you picked up your cup and headed back inside to your parent’s apartment.

The next day, you were at school and eating lunch outside when a group of people who you stood up to recently decided today was the day to fuck with you. You watched observingly as they stalked towards you. “You wanna apologize for your words punk?” One of them called out as you put down your food and gave them a questioning glance. “Why would I?” You replied as you shrugged. “Pff, look at this loser trying to be tough,” One of them chuckled before another shoved your shoulder. “Hey! Apologize or do you want to be taught a lesson?” He shouted as you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Seems like you need a lesson in hygiene,” You retorted before trying to go back to your meal. “Alright, that’s it,” He called before pushing you to the ground. Sighing you pushed yourself up as the four circled you. One punched you in the face which you wiped away with your hand. You threw practiced punches and kicks at them and managed to get some good blows in but there were too many of them. For every blow you landed, two more landed on you.

That is until you saw a wash of red above the school. You grinned knowing who it was as the group questioned you. “Why’re you smiling loser?” “Do you like being shown your place, huh?” They shouted. “No, they’re just happy to see a friend,” Jason called out as they turned towards him and saw his iconic red helmet. “Oh shit,” One of them mumbled. “Indeed, oh shit,” He replied stepping towards them. As he did one of three of the kids ran away to a safe distance but the leader just stared at him with unwavering eyes.

Quickly grabbing you in a lock the kid stared at him and squeezed your throat tightly. “Go home, this is between us,” He called out to Jason as he cocked his head at the kid. “Yeah, no,” He replied shortly before throwing a disarming blow to the kid. The boy stumbled back after he let go off you and clutched his injury. “Now run off,” Jason called as the kid seethed but listened and ran off to his friends.

Once the kids were out of sight, he turned to you. “Are you alright?” He asked as he looked your over for any major injuries. “Just a few scrapes and brusises,” You shrugged. “That’s better than anything worse but you should still get those looken at,” He replied as you huffed. “If you say so,” You responded as he put his hand on your shoulder. “I do say so, and you really shouldn’t be taunting them like you were. It’s best to avoid conflict when possible,” He scolded as you chuckled.

“You were there for that huh?” You asked as he sighed and nodded. “Yes but this isn’t any laughing matter. You could’ve been seriously hurt,” He replied as you gave him a smirk. “That’s why you’re here aren’t you? To keep that from happening?” You teased. “Still. Try to stay out of it next time,” He said sternly. “Fine, fine, I promise,” You replied holding your hands up in mock defense.

“Now what do you say to getting a quick check up and some ice cream? I’m sure I can get you back before anyone notices you’re gone,” He offered as you smiled up at him. “That sounds great Red,” You replied.

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miniminiujb · 8 months

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Eu Preciso de Você

Jason Todd x leitor masculino (male reader)

Por trás da máscara e do manto vermelho, Jason tinha uma vida dupla. À noite, ele frequentava uma boate em Gotham City, buscando alguma forma de aliviar seu fardo emocional.

Foi numa dessas noites que Jason cruzou o seu caminho, você era um garoto de programa. Você vivia uma vida difícil, preso na indústria do sexo por conta das circunstâncias da vida. Você ansiava por alguém que o enxergasse além das aparências, que o tratasse como alguém digno de amor e respeito. E foi exatamente isso o que você encontrou em Jason.

O vigilante sentou cansado em uma mesa afastado das demais, o ambiente escuro ajudou ele esconder um pouco do rosto, não demorou muito para que uma mulher seminua se apoiasse nos braços fortes de Jason.

"Com o que posso ajudá-lo?", ela perguntou com a voz arrastada, a sedução pintando as palavras.

"Trazendo o B/n", Jason disse rapidamente, sem tocar na moça. Jason percebeu quando ela mordeu o lábio, mostrando que estava insegura, a garota olhou em volta antes de aproximar o rosto mais perto, com a voz baixa ela disse:

"Acredito que ele não esteja com disposição depois do último cliente", ela falou, sua voz mostrando um pouco de pena.

"Não me importo, vou estar no quarto dele", Jason disse se levantando, sem olhar para trás ele continuou: "vou pagar o dobro por uma noite com ele".

Jason estava cansado de travar batalhas solitárias e de se distanciar das pessoas. Ele também buscava alguém que entendesse sua dor e seus demônios internos. Quando encontrou você, algo mudou dentro dele.

Os encontros na boate tornaram-se mais frequentes, e uma conexão especial floresceu entre vocês. Jason conseguia ver além das duas feridas visíveis e enxergava sua alma. E você, por sua vez, percebia que Jason era o único que tratava você com amor e gentileza verdadeira, sem julgamentos.

Jason sentou na cama em formato questionável, as luzes vermelhas deixava o ambiente apagado, o vigilante fechou os olhos deixando a música lenta e sedutora entrar em seus sentidos. Jason não perdeu o barulho da porta sendo aberta lentamente, abrindo os olhos e sua visão percorrendo a sua figura.

"Boa noite Jason", você disse com a voz calma, você andou até a cama onde sentou ao lado do vigilante. Seus olhos focaram no seu colo. Você sentia os olhos fixos de Jason percorrer seu rosto antes dele puxar ele e perguntar:

"O que é isso?!" A voz dele era autoritária, seus dedos percorreram a pele de sua bochecha.

"Meu cliente tem fetiches diferenciados", você disse rindo, sua risada ecoou pelo o quarto antes dela ser substituída por soluços miseráveis. Você sentiu as mãos de Jason percorrer suas costas antes de trazerem você para um abraço, onde você chorou, deixando a sua tristeza internalizada sair.

Os olhos do Todd percorreram sua pele exposta, marcas roxas em seu pescoço, seus pulsos em carne viva e cortes e hematomas em seu belo rosto.

Em meio a um mundo sombrio, onde a sua reputação como garoto de programa era uma barreira intransponível para vocês, vocês dois se apaixonaram profundamente. Mas sabiam que o amor que sentiam era proibido e que suas vidas não poderiam se entrelaçar de forma plena.

No entanto, vocês não desistiram. Passaram a encontrar refúgios secretos, onde podiam vivenciar momentos de carinho e paixão, mesmo que fossem poucos e fugazes. E, a cada encontro, o amor entre vocês crescia ainda mais.

"B/n...", Jason disse seu nome, mas você apertou ainda mais a camisa dele com força. "B/n", ele disse mais rígido, puxando-o delicadamente para trás, fazendo você olhar nos olhos dele. "Vamos embora daqui, eu e você, apenas nós" ele falou, observando você negar com a cabeça.

"Eu não posso, não com você Jason!" Você disse limpando as lágrimas e o secreção que saiu do seu nariz. "Só de você estar aqui já mancha a sua imagem, imagina ter ao seu lado um prostituto?".

Jason colocou a mão em sua bochecha, o dedão massageado sua pele. "Desde quando eu me importo com os outros? Eu só em importo com você, apenas você", ele disse se erguendo e puxando seu corpo fraco com ele. Jason deu a jaqueta de couro para você vestir, escondendo o seu corpo seminu.

O vigilante guiava você pelas as pessoas, seu aperto nunca deixando de você.

"Jason minhas coisas", você disse, sua voz quase inadiável.

"Não levaremos nada daqui, meu anjo", ele respondeu com a voz mansa, "vamos ir comprar as coisas para você amanhã, deixe para trás isso tudo, vamos construir uma nova vida".

Você segurou as lágrimas, apoiando seu rosto no peito marcado de Jason, seus olhos se contraindo quando a brisa fria bateu contra o seu corpo. Você seguiu Jason até uma moto grande, ele se virou lentamente na sua direção. "Eu só estou com um capacete, então irei de vagar", ele disse, colocando o capacete preto em sua cabeça, ignorando os seus protestos. "Apenas suba B/n, vou ficar bem sem o capacete", você desistiu de falar e subiu na moto, seus braços percorreram a cintura do vigilante, seus dedos se enganchando na parte da frente do corpo do Jason, seus olhos brilhavam com as luzes da cidade. Seus olhos se fecharam de cansaço, um pequeno sorriso entrou em sua feição ao sentir a mão de Jason sobre as suas mãos.

"Eu preciso de você tanto quanto preciso respirar"

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willsimpforanyone · 2 years

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pls can you make a Jason grace x son of Aphrodite!reader fic

ooo a jason grace fic i don't have many of those

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Jason stood at the door to the Aphrodite cabin looking slightly panicked.

I blinked the sleep from my eyes. "Jason, do you know what time it is?"

He gestured for me to come through the door. I did so, closing the door quietly behind me.

"Yes, yes, it's about half 4 in the morning." He wrung his hands and shifted from foot to foot. I closed my eyes, cursing my boyfriend for waking me up from my delightful sleep. I exhaled and looked back at him.

"Dearest boyfriend, light of my gay little life, why in all of Hades am I awake at half 4 in the morning?"

Jason blushed and grinned despite his clear nervousness. He began to walk away, explaining as he went. I huffed after him, bare feet brushing against the damp grass. I noticed that Jason was also barefoot and also in his pyjamas.

"Well," he began. "I was going to do something really romantic, I made a beach picnic breakfast thing." Adorable. "And I was going to wake you up at maybe 7am? That's not too early, it's a good breakfast time, right?"

Nodding, I slipped my hand into his, chilly hand smooth against my sleep-warm skin. "7am is much better than half 4."

"Right, so I got a blanket and had a basket yesterday and I asked Piper and Leo to help me and they weren't much help at all so I asked Hazel instead and she helped me bake some... bakery stuff."

I sent a soft smile his way. "Aww, you baked? That's so sweet and you're so gay."

Jason affectionately rolled his eyes and kissed my cheek. "Shut up, you love me, and I hope you'll still love me after you see... what happened." He cringed at the memory of whatever had happened.

"Babe, what did you get me up for?"

We rounded the corner to actually be on the beach and Jason's panic from earlier became clear. Where there had clearly been a picnic basket and a blanket and possibly some glasses, now smoked a pile of burned... stuff.

"Jason? What happened to your romantic breakfast?"

Jason almost cowered away from the sight. "Um, I don't think I have very good control over myself very early in the morning and I got irritated because the glasses kept tipping over." He wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in my neck. "And I sort of called down a small lightning strike and sort of... burnt everything to a crisp."

I tried not to laugh, but my ribcage was shuddering with barely contained mirth.

"Don't laugh, you're awful, I didn't know what to do so I came to you for help and you're just laughing at me!" Jason's voice was muffled against me.

I ran my fingers through his blond hair and chuckled. "This is why we don't get up before 8am, babe, remember?" He muttered something about not remembering that rule. "It's alright, hun, I don't mind."

Jason removed his face from my neck and looked at me. "You don't mind? But I ruined everything and then I panicked and now you're standing barefoot on the beach and it's fucking freezing."

Pecking his lips, I smiled softly, letting myself getting lost in his sky blue eyes. "The thought was adorable, and honestly the sunrise is still very romantic." The sea was purple, the sky pink and orange, it was gorgeous. How could I be mad when I was awake to see such beauty? "How about, we clean this up, gather more things for a picnic and have it in the evening instead, hm?"

Jason visibly relaxed and I squeaked as he swung me, bridal style, into his arms.

"See, I knew you'd know what to do." He began walking away from the beach. "I would say you were the brains and I'm the beauty but you pretty much have that covered too."

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strange-birb · 9 months

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Had to when I saw the quote lol

I love Jason sm 😂

Og post @batfam-imagines

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mostly-imagines · 1 month

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Guard Dog

jason todd x fem!reader

aka don’t fuck with jason’s girlfriend

4 in 1 blurbs

warnings: mildly creepy guys, standard protective bf methods

Jason’s good at shutting people up very quickly. You’d almost call it a talent.

He shuts you up with a kiss when you get stuck in a rant, or with a hug to calm your worried rambles.

And when you’re in an incorrigibly teasing mood, he’ll throw you over his shoulder and carry you back to your bedroom to really shut you up.

With other people though, he has…different methods.

You sit atop your kitchen counter, trading lazy kisses in between giggles with your boyfriend. He stands in front of you, hands massaging your thighs as he leans in for another. You happily oblige.

You break off the exchange to lay a series of sweet kisses on that spot under his jaw.

His head tilts back, letting out a groan so low you nearly miss it. “Sweetheart…” he warns.

“Sorry…” you resign with a sheepish smile.

A knock at the door bursts you out of your shared reverie. You press a kiss to his knuckles and hop down to start setting the table.

Jason gets the door, greeting the pizza guy with a nod as you shuffle around the kitchen. The delivery guy hands him a receipt, asking for a signature.

Jason uses the door as a surface to sign, giving the delivery guy an apt view into your apartment, where he sees you getting out plates in the kitchen. More noticeably, he sees you in your boyfriend's shirt, which rides up just a little bit when you stand up on your toes to reach the top cabinet. The lift of the shirt exposes the bottom of your underwear, though it falls back into place again just as quickly.

Now, lucky for this guy, Jason’s facing the door and does not see him checking you out in your own home. Unlucky for this guy, he has wildly misread the vibe of your relationship. Or at least your boyfriend.

“Man, how do you get anything done around here?” He jests.

Jason looks up at him, and the pizza man’s eyes tear away from your legs to meet his hard gaze. It does not take him long to realize his mistake.

“Try again.” Jason behests, arms crossed in front of him.

The pizza boy’s eyes go wide and he shakes his head, stuttering. “I—uh, I said have a good night.”

“Mhm.” He grumbles.

The pizza guy hands Jason the box with shaky hands and scuttles back down the hallway.

Thankfully, you didn’t seem to notice the exchange, but even so, your boyfriend still glowers down the hallway after him.

“Jay?”

His attention snaps back to you, demeanor changing instantly. “Yeah, baby?”

You’re sitting in your usual spot at the table, his chair empty and waiting just around the corner from you.

“Come sit.” You say, with eyes that might as well be hearts.

He gives a reassuring nod and kicks the door shut behind him.

You and Jason are sitting on the floor in his old room at the manor, your legs thrown over his. You lean up against his bed, asking him about posters on the walls and trinkets on the shelves.

His knee is propped up and your arm dangles across it, his hand in yours. He plays with your fingers and periodically leans forward to leave a kiss on them.

You’d just woken up less than an hour ago after spending the night post-gala, and it’s a peaceful, if not unusually quiet morning.

Dick shouts your name from another room, audibly booking it towards you. Yeah. That’s more like what Jason remembers.

He grumbles some annoyances, dropping his head against your intertwined hands.

Dick bursts into the room, clearly incredibly excited.

“What’s up, Dick?” You ask, calm as ever. Jason lets an unseen smile creep up, head still down.

Dick’s practically jumping up and down, “You gotta see the shit that Tim just found in the cave!” His face drops as he directs his gaze to Jason, “You’re not invited.”

“Thank God.”

Dick ignores him and grabs your wrist, yanking you up from the floor. This is one place where he differs from Jason—he’s not always quite so aware of his own strength.

His grip doesn’t hurt really, but it’s firm enough that you imagine there’ll be bruise marks there later.

“Hey.” Jason calls out, nodding his head to where Dick is holding your arm. “Ease up.”

Dick follows his gaze and immediately loosens his hold, apologizing to you before pulling you along once again (this time much more gentle).

You grin at Jason as he tugs you out the door, him returning it with an endeared smile as he watches you go.

Fuck he loves you.

Jason had a decent break from his night job for once, and was happy to let you drag him out to a bar for a little date. You’d been linked at the hip for most of the night, his hands maintaining their ever present home on your waist with yours rested on his thighs as you told him about your hectic day.

He’d usually prefer to stay in bed with you for as long as possible when he gets time off, but you’d looked so excited asking him to go out with you—he never stood a chance.

You look up into the mirror as you wash your hands, a strand of hair falling into your face as you do. You push it back behind your ear and smile to yourself, recalling the several times Jason had wordlessly done the same throughout the night as you rambled.

You make your way back to the bar, smile immediate on your face when you see your boyfriend. It gets replaced rather quickly though, when a man slides in front of you, cutting off your view of him.

“Hey there.”

You have to take a step back because of how close he decided to stand to you. He looks sober (enough) but wildly overconfident in whatevers about to happen.

"Let me buy you a drink, pretty thing."

Jason calls you pretty thing sometimes. It makes the blood rush to your cheeks and an inescapable smile creep up on your lips. When this guy says it, it makes you literally frown.

"Oh no, I'm okay, my—"

"You seem like a dirty martini kinda girl." He expertly ignores you, clearly trying and failing to make some kind of innuendo there.

Jason's sitting back against the bar, watching the interaction carefully. You still can’t see him, but he’s close and you can rest comfortable knowing he’s looking out for you.

With that reassurance, you don’t play this out quite as carefully as you would if you were alone.

"Look, I don't want a drink from you, thanks."

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say to him because his face contorts quickly to mock-disgust that you figure is really just embarrassment.

“Hey, don’t be a bitch just ‘cause—”

You try to sidestep around him, thoroughly done with this interaction, but he grabs your upper arm harshly, pulling you to an abrupt stop.

Jason stands up real quick, yanking the guy backwards by his collar before you can even process what's happening.

Now, you know that Jason is an objectively intimidating guy. There's not many people that will come face to face with that absolute unit of a man and still decide to keep on trying him. However, you tend to forget that when you're so used to your gentle giant that only ever speaks to you kindly and touches you softly.

But his intimidating status becomes very apparent when the guy spins around, looks up at Jason, and immediately takes four steps back. He actually almost bumps into you in the process, not doing anything to tame Jason’s acute distaste for this man.

"Listen to me—back the fuck off before you get hurt."

“She—”

“I don’t give a fuck. Leave.”

The guy hesitates.

“Now.” Jason adjusts his posture to stand at his staggering full height, clearly with no qualms about putting him back in his place.

That does it for him, the man stumbllng away with half-committed mumbles of “whatever” or “something something lame anyway.”

Jason watches him until he walks out the door, before turning back to you.

He delicately takes your upper arm in his hand, pulling your sleeve up to search for bruising. But as harshly as he had grabbed you, it didn’t have the time to cause a bruise before Jason intervened.

“What’d he say to you?” Jason asks, brow furrowed as he inspects your arm.

“Nothing very interesting.” He looks at you mildly.

You smile and comb his hair back from his forehead, “Don’t worry about him. I’m good.”

He lets your arm go, and exchanges it for holding the back of your head, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You take his other hand and guide him back to your seats.

“Besides,” You look over his shoulder and let out a little shocked gasp. “Guess who just walked in.”

He gives you a questioning look before his face slacks, eyes widening in realization.

“No…” And you smile so brightly it almost makes up for what's coming his way.

You redirect your smile over his shoulder and give a wave to the door. Jason swigs down the rest of his drink, hand finding your waist once again.

“Jaybird!”

Jason’s still exhausted from patrol last night but he’d insisted on going with you to the bar to meet your friends. You’d tried to convince him that it was okay to stay in and rest tonight, you’d be fine. But it was a losing battle.

You suspect it has something to do with him not liking when you go out in Gotham at night, especially when you’re drinking.

So he hangs out in the background of the buzz, with you sat in front of him, in between his legs.

You’re talking it up with Roy, who’s been making jokes about how Jason’s “moody ass” tricked you, “the ray of sunshine” into this relationship somehow.

You laugh, taking a sip of your drink. “Right, ‘cause you and Kori were in love at first sight.”

"Oh, fuck off." Roy jeers.

He doesn't say it with the cadence of a joke, but it is.

You know he's joking, he knows he's joking.

Jason, who very well may have been tuned out of the conversation up to that point, does not seem to know he's joking—or he doesn't care.

You don't need to look behind you to know that your boyfriend is in defensive mode, though the look of regret mixed with amusement on Roy's face gives a solid hint.

You hold your hand out to block Jason his path as he moves forward. He lets you stop him, though you're certain he could get past you without so much as blinking, no problem.

"Right. My bad, forgot your guard dog was here. Don't fuck off." Roy backtracks, hands up in front of him.

Jason just rolls his eyes, slouching back down. You reach behind you for his hand, giving it two squeezes. You know he’s tired, so much so that he almost punched his best friend for making a typical joke.

“Five more minutes, okay?” You say softly over your shoulder.

He nods at you blearily, and ducks his head down to rest on your back. You adjust your posture a little bit to make it more comfortable for him and continue on talking, his hand still in yours.

If he hadn’t fallen asleep so quickly, five minutes would’ve been five minutes, but instead it became something more like fifty.

He goes through patches where sleep isn’t always so welcoming, a phase he’s been in for the past couple of weeks. You’d been waking up to find the bed half empty, your boyfriend resigned to doing research on cases in an attempt to at least be productive while he’s awake.

You can’t protect him in the same ways that he protects you—you’re not a fighter or necessarily “intimidating.” But you can protect him like this, in these little ways. Letting him nap on you, making him close the case files and rest with you, holding his hand throughout the night so that when he inevitably has nightmares, he knows immediately that you’re still with him. That he’s safe.

So if he can get some much needed sleep while only costing you a stiff back tomorrow, you’ll happily take that deal as many times as he needs.

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icantseepurple · 2 months

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Late night thought.

You know how when you need to put a cat down you can kinda just gentle toss them. And that sometimes people who are use to holding cats then hold a dog and forget that you can't really do the same thing for them. So they end up just throwing a dog. I would like to imagine that was what it was like for Bruce to go from having Dick as a child to Jason.

Bruce main experience with children would be this little acrobat who would just jump/flip out of his arms and honestly enjoyed the extra momentum of the toss when being put down. So that's just how he is use to releasing kids when carrying them. But then he has Jason, and is holding him and they have a cute moment, but then by instinct he throws Jason, and Jason just thumps to the ground. And both of them are staring at each other with confusion.

#batfam #batfamily #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #batman #nightwing #red hood #this is how i like to imagine my worlds #dick is a gravity defying cat #and jason is a scrappy adorable street dog

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thealexanderfiles · 15 days

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Dick, head in hands: Jason you can't-

Jason, scoffing: What are you, a cop????

All the other officers in the Bludhaven Police Department:

#batman #batfam #dc comics #dc universe #jason todd #dc #nightwing #dick grayson #batbrothers #go why does the meme guy's eyes change colour #i like to imagine this occours really loudly on a monday morning #as dick and jason walk into BPD

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ivysangel · 24 days

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Jason Todd has a raging size kink. He tries not to make it too obvious in public, tries to pretend that he doesn't notice how standing next to you really highlights just how large he really is. But it's always on his mind, always front and center, even when he doesn't want it to be.

He'll have a hand on your back as he ushers you through crowded parts of Gotham, trying not to think about how large his hands are and how one of them can cup an entire asscheek when he's fucking you.

He grabs things off of tall shelves at grocery stores when you can't reach them. Comes up behind you and picks them up with ease while he's pressed into you from behind. He's peering down at you, a soft grin on his face as he thinks about you on your knees, struggling to take him in your mouth.

When you're playing twister at a Wayne family function, and you end up falling on each other during a wrong move, he watches you break out into a fit of laughs while he turns red in the face. Not from embarrassment, he couldn't care less about that, but because the first thought that popped into his head as you were pinned under him was how much he wished you could stay there.

For a split second, an image is projected into his mind of you squirming beneath him as he puts all of his weight on you. All 200+ pounds keeping you firmly in place as he fucks you good and deep just how you like.

He's scrambling to get off of you now; a shade of crimson akin to the one he dons at night colors the visible parts of his body, and he clears his throat awkwardly as he helps you to your feet.

"In hindsight, he should've played with one of us," Dick says from the couch. He's gesturing toward you when he continues, "he's just too big in comparison. Throw's everything off."

Jason doesn't hear the second part. His ears start ringing the moment he's reminded that everyone else is aware of how big he is next to you, and he's very quickly calculating how many more rounds of twister he has to go before the two of you can politely duck out and head home for a more...intimate version of the game.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd smut #jason todd imagine #jason todd drabble #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x gn!reader #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood smut #red hood imagine #red hood drabble #red hood x gn!reader #red hood x fem!reader

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 1 year

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Scarecrow Cave

Characters: Reader, Scarecrow, Jason Todd

Warnings: Language, violence

Inspiration: Season 3

Summary: Captured by a psychopath, you walked a dangerous line to stay alive and bring back Jason.

Crane stood so close that you could practically smell the blood from his open wounds. He grinned like the classic psychopath that he was.

“Batman kept his trophies. Time for me to keep my own.”

“Wow.” You gasped with no excitement whatsoever. “You’re on that next level bullshit.”

Crane winced at your words and, in retrospect, you should have been more careful and attentive to the sharp object in his hands. A blur of silver flashed by your face and embedded itself in your thigh. The cry of surprise that escaped made Jason flinch and coil back for a second.

“Fuck!” Crane shouted to himself and pulled away. He swiped his mouth with the back of his weapon-wielding hand. “See what you made me do with that attitude?“

The madman snapped his fingers to where Jason was watching, visibly shaken. “Jay, my boy. My trophy has a scratch, patch it up will you - I need to take a walk.”

Crane chuckled to himself and then slowly sauntered off towards the exit. He hummed a silly little tune and waved the bloodied blade around like it was a dancing prop.

You felt the pain in your thigh worsening and hoped that the man hadn’t severed a vein in the process. Deep in thought, you hadn’t noticed Jason grabbing the first aid box from the Batcave console and walking up to you.

“Are you insane? Talking to Crane like that, it’s going to get you killed.” Jason chastised angrily. He pulled out the gauze and antiseptic liquid and anything else he could think of that would help not have you bleeding out.

You gave a small musing sigh. “It’s a shitty situation. I’m going to make the best of it.”

“I don’t want you to die, Y/n.” Jason confessed.

Despite all this talk about him being Red Hood and leaving Jason Todd behind, the boy that you knew the longest wasn’t beyond help. If you were being honest, it was the most hope you’d had in a long time. Jason poured the antiseptic fluid over the wound and you turned away instantly to take a deep breath. You then heard him prepare the stitching needle for a few minutes before feeling the prick against your torn skin.

Once you were sewn back up, it was like Crane had timed his entrance.

“Jay, how’d we go?” His voiced echoed before he showed up.

Packing the kit back up, Jason stepped back and nodded. “They’ll live.”

Crane stopped before his captive and looked at your features. He gave a curt nod.

“Good.” He said and then pulled out a gun that was pointed to your head.

Jason jumped forward in a panic. “What the fuck man?! I just stopped them from bleeding out.”

Crane held your gaze before they creased as he smiled and he retracted the weapon. “Only kidding.” He teased and then looked at the young boy. “Lighten up, Jay. They’re all the same. They just let you down.”

You rolled your eyes at the back of the villains head. You’d call bullshit but he’d likely gouge out an eye in a wild retaliation.

The best way out of this was to stay alive long enough for the Titans to make a move or wait until the cave empire to launch an escape. But judging from the way Crane casually sat back on the chair in front of the large monitor, it was going to be a while.

Masterlist here

#theladyofmanyfandoms #theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction #gif is not mine #titans imagine #titans x reader #jason x reader #jason imagine #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #dc imagine #dc x reader #scarecrow x reader

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venusianelf · 2 years

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Your Favorite Distraction

Pairing: Jason Todd x Chronically Ill! Reader

Genre: Fluffy, Mildly Steamy

Summary: A comfy morning with Jay where he’s more than happy to help you forget about your worries.

Warnings: Doctors mention, Reader has implied anxiety, Reader is gender-neutral, Can be read as non-chronically ill! reader

Word Count: ~900 A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry for not putting any new fics recently, I had surgery recently and have been having a lot of doctor appointments (which is the inspiration for this fic). Hopefully, I will get around to writing the requests I’ve received/a longer fic soon but if not please understand. Also, this fic is inspired by this edit on tiktok. Anyways I hope you enjoy this fic! <3

As you regained consciousness you felt the warmth of your boyfriend pulling your back to his chest. You sighed contently as you enjoyed his gentle kisses on your shoulder. ��Morning, love,” He greeted you with the gruff morning voice of his you loved. Rolling over you smiled at him before you responded, “Good morning, handsome.” You drew your hand up to caress his cheek as his eyes fluttered shut. You leaned up to peck him quickly on the nose before he laughed.

“What was that for?” He asked as he reopened his eyes and peered down at you. “Dunno, just felt like it,” You shrugged before he cocked his eyebrow in response. “Well if that’s a good enough reason then I’ll use it too,” He commented leaving you confused before he twisted and pulled himself onto his back and you on top of him. He squeezed your hips and leaned up and caught your lips in a kiss. Melting into the kiss, your hands steadied you as he began roaming your body until reaching your ass. He gave it a firm squeeze before resting his hands there, leaving you giggling into the kiss.

“That kind of morning, huh?” You questioned as you pulled back to break the kiss. “Mhm, now come back here,” He replied before you leaned back down into another kiss with him. You two continued until he heard your stomach rumble. “Breakfast?” He suggested and you nodded. He let you get up before getting up himself and heading to the kitchen. Following him, you leaned against one of the counters as he went about making you two breakfast.

“Look at you being my trophy husband,” You beamed playfully before giggling. “Only for you hun,” He replied with a wink before continuing. You two ate breakfast before heading back to your room to get ready for the day. “So what’s your plans for the day?” You asked as you went about picking out your outfit. “Not much, probably hang around here until patrol time,” He replied before sneaking up behind you and holding you by your hips as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“What about you?” He asked as you sighed. You felt him squeeze your hips lightly at the sound. “I have a doctor’s appointment later, which you know how I feel about them. Especially since it’s a new doctor,” You explained while frowning before trying to lighten up. “But besides that, it’s a free day for me,” You said while turning around in his arms and trying to smile up at him.

“Hey, you don’t have to act like everything’s fine around me. I know how scary it can be going to a doctor you’re not sure about. I’m sure it’ll go fine and if not I’ll beat their ass, but still, if there’s any way I can help you with this, just let me know,” He responded seriously while taking one of your hands in his and squeezing it reassuringly. “Thank you, Jay. It means a lot,” You replied with a small but genuine smile before continuing, “But for now, you can help by distracting me.” He smiled at that and moved his hands to your waist.

“Now that I can help with. I’ve been told I can be quite distracting,” He teased as you chuckled. He leaned down and captured your lips with his as you sighed happily into him. He tasted like coffee and home. You could get lost in his kisses for hours, which today was your plan. When the back of your knees hit the matress you shuffled back onto it as Jason followed you. “Comfortable?” He asked before your nodded and smiled at him. Once settled down he continued his quest by moving to your jaw. He placed little kisses down your jawline as your hand went to tangle into his hair.

Pulling him closer, he continued down your neck. Now leaving little bites along with kisses. Breathily you arched into him as one of his hands slid up under your shirt. When he reached a low enough place his once gentle kisses turned rougher and more claiming. When he pulled back, you saw a proud smirk on his face. “Now you’ll have something to remind you of me all day, even when you’re at the doctor,” He said as you blushed under his gaze. “You know I’m always thinking of you, I don’t need reminding,” You replied as he chuckled.

“Well even so, as you said earlier I just wanted to,” He quoted as you chuckled. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” You fake huffed as he leaned closer into you, close but not quite enough. “Ever the attitude,” He laughed as you pouted. “I like it,” He continued before kissing you again. This kiss was more bruising than the others like he was trying to steal your breath away. But he did that already anyways. When you pulled back panting he leaned his forehead against yours. “I don’t know what I’d do without you Jay,” You commented as he chuckled. “Well, you’ll never have to know,” He replied as he rubbed circles with one of his thumbs on your skin. You hummed in response before pecking him quickly.

“I love you,” You said with him beaming in response. “I love you too,” He replied in kind before pressing his lips against yours once more. In this moment you felt your worries melt away and be replaced with contentment and joy that only Jason could bring you.

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mammutblog · 1 year

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damian is like this is so stupid i do not need to be accompanied by two idiots

#they’re on pick up duty #grabbing their baby brother from school #idk how siblings say hi to each other but i imagine they just smack them on the head #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #batfam #my art

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in-som-niyah · 2 months

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ok another floating thought:

Jason Todd does not tolerate bad eating habits.

Iced coffee for breakfast? Absolutely not.

6pm and you had not a single sip of water? Forget it.

Having a single slice of toast for lunch AND dinner? Naur babes.

You will be eating 3 square meals a day will allowance for snacks and 'happy foods' as he likes to call them.

As soon as you complain about a headache, stomachache, light-headedness, fatigue he will tell you to go fucking eat something with a glass of water, not coffee.

Its even worse if you live together like i strongly believe he would wake up early just to make you a balanced breakfast before you go about your day.

GOD BUT IF UR IN UNI??? babe be ready bc he will break into your dorm to bring u food that he cooked u himself. (he's a loverboy duh)

no time to cook or order? He's gotchu

too tired? already on the way

exam season with barely any time to take a breath? already on it babe he'll spoonfeed you while you revise your textbook

and plus, how else are you supposed to grow as big and strong as him when you're only eating half a meal a day?

I WANNA MUNCH ON HIS MOOSCLES SO BAD FUCKKKKK

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c1nnam00n · 2 months

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how it feels trying to find a fanfic/imagine about a fandom that’s dead and dry

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mostly-imagines · 1 month

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Hi!! If you're up to it do you think you could write something about the first time Jason brings his gf to the manor. Like maybe he brings her in but doesn't tell anyone and so everyone is trying to sneak a glimpse of her??

meet the family

jason todd x fem!reader

aka jason has a girlfriend???

warnings: none

The manor sits full as ever—a cloud of mild boredom sweeping over the Wayne clan.

Dick sits perched on top of an armchair reading a catalog, Stephanie’s splayed out across the couch, Cass is bundled up in blankets atop the ottoman, and Damian leans up against the center table from the floor.

It’s a relatively slow afternoon, until Tim comes bursting into the room, out of breath.

“There’s a girl here!”

Everybody looks at him, disinterest scattered across the room. “There’s a couple of ‘em.” Dick says, flipping through the pages of the magazine.

Tim huffs, “No! In Jason’s room—he has a girl in there!” Eyebrows shoot up at that.

“Now I know you’re lying.” Damian mutters.

Tims head snaps over to Damian. “Dude, go see for yourself. I heard her!”

“You really think Jason would bring a girl here and not even introduce us?” Steph asks, unconvinced.

“Yeah.”

“Yes.”

“Obviously.”

Cassandra nods fervently.

“Okay, yeah. Maybe.” Stephanie mutters. “I bet he’ll introduce me before any of you guys, though.”

Dick barks out a laugh, “You’re nothing short of delusional if you think he’s introducing any of us.”

“We’ll have to take matters into our own hands, then.” Tim says, decidedly.

Damian audibly sighs and rolls his eyes.

“I’m meeting her first.” Steph confirms. “I’ll put money down right now.”

“Meet her or see her?” Cass signs.

“Same thing.” Stephanie shrugs.

Dick shoots up from his seat, “First person to see her gets to be the ring bearer!” He announces, racing out of the room.

Knock knock knock knock knock…

Knock knock.

It takes a good forty seconds, but Jason opens the door, an annoyed frown already on his face.

Dick gives him his brightest smile. It beams of deceit in Jason's eyes. “Hey man. What’cha doing?”

He crosses his arms. “What do you want?”

Dick tries to peer around Jason into the room, but Jason made a point of barely opening the door and his large frame isn’t doing Dick any favors right now.

“Just wanted to say hey…You wanna hang out?”

“No.”

Dick lingers awkwardly. “…Are you sure?”

Jason shuts the door.

A couple minutes later, Tim comes running up the stairs. He opts to skip over the courtesy of knocking and go straight for barging through the door himself. Or he would’ve, if Jason hadn’t seen that coming from a mile away and locked it.

“Fuck off, Tim!” Jason calls from inside the room.

“You lost your right to privacy the second you walked in this house!” He shouts back, hitting his fist against the door.

And Tim swears he can hear a sweet laugh as he trudges away. The authenticity of that claim will be heavily debated downstairs for the next several minutes.

Not even a thirty seconds later, Stephanie comes a knockin’. Jason opens the door wordlessly, patience clearly dissipating more and more.

“Hey, Jason! I can’t find my comm, you wouldn’t happen to have it, would you?”

His face deadpans. “No, Steph.”

Stephanie clicks her tongue, “Can you check?”

He stares at her.

“Actually you’re right, it would be faster if I did.” Stephanie tries to push past him into the room, but Jason, unsurprisingly, doesn’t budge.

“Stephanie.”

“I just want to meet her!” She pleads. “I won’t even tell the others, I’ll just say you wouldn’t let me in either!”

“Bye.” He closes the door.

He doesn’t make it all the way back to the bed before the next knock, singular and short.

Jason snaps the door open again, looking down at Damian with a glare.

Never one to waste any time, “Is there a girl in here?” Damian asks, seeming thoroughly disinterested in the answer.

Jason shuts the door in his face.

Several minutes later, another, quieter knock. Jason’s groan can be heard from outside the room. He pulls open the door once again.

It’s Cass.

She stares at him.

He stares at her.

“Can I say hi to her?” She signs.

Jason sighs. “I’ll pass along the message.”

She smiles and turns back down the hall.

Jason closes and locks the door once again, trudging back over to the bed where you lay. He collapses onto your chest, your arms wrapping around each others bodies immediately.

“Cass says hi.” He mumbles, the sound obscured by his face-down position.

“That message would be a lot more meaningful if I actually knew Cass.”

He groans. “You don’t want to meet them.”

“I do.” You say, running your fingers through his hair. “And I think you do too, or you wouldn’t have brought me to the house where the world's best detectives live.”

“I’m starting to regret it now.”

“Come on. Please?” You plead.

He picks his head up to look at you.

“Are you sure?” He asks with a grimace.

“Absolutely.” You say, topping it off with a kiss on his cheek.

He sighs.

Well. It’s never been within Jason’s skill set to deny you, anyways.

You descend the stairs hand in hand with Jason, his energy mopier than usual. You can hear a gaggle of voices coming from a room ahead, all talking over one another.

“Okay, Tim, you climb up outside the window and—”

“—It’s your plan, you scale the side of the house.”

Jason drops his head and mutters a “Jesus Christ…” as you near the commotion.

You give him a reassuring smile and pat his back as you both move into the doorway.

Everyone’s heads snap to the doorway, eyes wide and waiting.

Jason takes a deep breath like he’s steeling himself for torture. “Guys…This is my girlfriend.”

“Hi.” You smile sweetly, waving to the room.

There’s a moment of still silence before the room erupts.

“Hold on—”

“—my god, she’s so pretty!”

“Oh wow—”

“Wait, what?”

”—You’re real?”

“—didn’t place that bet.”

Stephanie comes scurrying up to you and grabs both of your hands in hers. “Hi, I’m Steph!” She says with a beaming smile. “What’s your name?”

“I’m—”

But the others are right on her tail, crowding around you.

“We didn’t even know Jason had a girlfriend.” Tim says.

“Still not convinced.” Damian mumbles from the back.

Cass waves and signs something to you.

“She says we’re really happy to meet you, which we are.” Dick tells you.

Damian moves closer within the huddle and inspects you closely. You have no idea what he’s inspecting you for. You don’t need to dwell on it for long because Jason pushes his head away from you with mild force making Damian scowl.

Stephanie chimes in, “Did he bring you here to meet us? The others said—”

Jason cuts her off, already knowing exactly where that sentence was going. “I brought her here to show her my old room.”

Dick snickers, “Oh, is that what you were off doing?”

“Watch it.” Your boyfriend warns.

You nudge him with your elbow, be nice.

Tim moves closer to you, narrowing his eyes. “So you’ve like, spent time with him and everything? And you still want to be around him?”

“Okay and you’re done.” Jason takes your hand and leads you out of the room and back down the hallway.

“No wait!”

You’re already out of the room and into another and then another before you can even realize that you’re headed for the front door.

You stop in your tracks, pulling him to a halt as well. “What about—”

Jason shakes his head. “You don’t want to meet him.”

You lower your chin at him, “Jay. Do you want me to meet him?”

He’s silent and doesn’t look like he particularly does.

You sigh, “Okay, do you want him to meet me?”

“I—yeah…” he trails, and you give him your best sweet eyes, the ones that he knows he has no business saying no to. “I…okay. Okay.”

He leads you down another hallway, the sounds of his siblings clambering echoing in the distance. You end up in a room that looks like a never used study, where Jason pushes on one of the walls. It slides open with a bit of force from him, revealing a door with a keypad next to it.

He types a series of numbers into it, and opens it up to a narrow passageway that looks remarkably like a cave.

The passageway leads down to a set of stairs, and you can hear the loud sound of water in the distance.

You’re quite nervous about walking into the Batcave, but you know Jason wouldn’t bring you anywhere near it unless he was sure it would be okay. Okay for you that is, more so than his father.

“Careful. It’s slippery.” Jason holds your hand the whole way down anyway, making sure to linger no more than a step and a half in front of you.

You see Bruce Wayne, sitting at a desk with a large array of computer screens in front of it, and case files scattered all throughout the surface.

He doesn’t acknowledge your entrance, though you have to imagine if Jason got his observation skills from anywhere, it would be him.

As you approach, Jason switches your hands so that his left is holding your left. The result has his figure half covering you, you can only assume partially limiting Bruce’s view of you.

“Bruce.”

Bruce turns his chair around, regarding Jason with a raised chin. The greeting is somehow even more formal than you’d expected.

“Jason.” He readdresses his gaze to you. “Who’s this?”

Jason has a hell of a feeling that Bruce already knows exactly who you are. He’s probably known about you since you started dating. He would’ve had to, to not be pissed as hell that Jason brought a civilian into the cave.

Jason introduces you, his hand reluctantly letting go as you step forward to shake Bruce’s.

Bruce looks surprised, though pleasantly so. He smiles and shakes it kindly.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” He says.

“You too, I’ve heard a lot about you.” You say, smiling.

He laughs, “Oh, I bet.” Looking to Jason, he says, “I can’t say I’ve had the same pleasure, unfortunately.”

Though Jason’s behind you now, you can practically feel him roll his eyes.

“No, I can’t imagine him sharing anything unprovoked.” Bruce smiles widely at that.

He opens his mouth to say something else, but Jason, who’s probably on the brink of losing his mind down here, interrupts.

“Alright. Time to go.” Jason says, grabbing your hand again. He doesn’t give you much time to protest before he’s guiding you by the waist past him and towards the stairs.

You let him nudge you out and call over your shoulder, “It was nice meeting you!”

He’s halfway up the stairs as you exit, only to be stopped by Bruce addressing him again.

“Jason.”

Jason stalls his steps, turning around slowly. You’re out of the cave now, and Jason’s not excited to be alone with his Dad for even a minute. It doesn’t help that he has no idea what he’ll say.

“She’s kind.” Bruce says, simply.

“Yes.”

He tilts his head at Jason, observing him. “You love her?”

Jason looks at the ground. “Yes.”

Bruce nods. “Good.”

He returns to his work at the computers wordlessly, and Jason has to take a moment to realign himself before he climbs the rest of the stairs.

Jason doesn’t particularly seek his fathers approval, nor does he place any definable value on it. However, hearing him give his own version of his blessing to you struck something inside Jason. Something deep in his chest.

He re-enters the study, finding it empty. He walks out into the hallway, where you’re nowhere to be found. Despite being halfway across the house by this point, he can distinctly hear his siblings chattering in the living room. Chattering. And chattering. And chattering…

Oh god, you went back to the living room.

As Jason approaches the conversation becomes clearer.

“—long have you been together, anyways?”

“Well—”

Stephanie gasps suddenly, cutting you off. “Oh wait, you have to meet Alfred!”

“Oh, we’ve already met.” You tell her.

Dick’s head snaps up. “What? When?”

Jason enters the room, draping his arm around your shoulder. “About six months before you met her.”

A chorus of gasps and shouts ring out.

“What?”

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