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Cigarettes to Lovers

Five times you got after Jason for smoking.

Jason Todd x gn Reader

I. In the Garden

You wrinkle your nose at the smell drifting past you. A thick, smoky smell, making your throat scratch and your eyes watery. Glancing to your left, you catch sight of the culprit: tall, large build, leaning against a stone wall, watching Damian train in the yard. He’s wearing loose-fitting jeans and a sweatshirt, despite the weather, effectively hiding the sculptured frame you know is underneath. You watch him a little while longer, noticing that even though his body language is relaxed, his eyes are set intently on Damian, following the boy’s every move as he works with his katana. Then he takes another drag of the cigarette in his right hand, and as he blows out the smoke, it drifts right past you. You snap your book shut and, getting up from your comfortable patio chair, march over to Jason. Before you get too close to him, you slow your pace and compose yourself, so that by the time you catch his attention, you’re languidly walking towards him. You come to a halt in front of him and he gives you a quick look before directing his gaze back to Damian.

“Can I help you?” He asks dully.

You let out a short, indignant laugh before taking the cigarette right out from the corner of his mouth and stamping it on the ground.

“You just did,” you reply sweetly.

His attention is back on you in an instant, glaring at you. Before he can say or do anything, you turn around and walk back to your chair. He watches you walk away, a slight look of respect on his face. But by the time you’re settled back into your previous reading position and look over at him, he’s focused on Damian again. You watch as he pulls another cigarette out of his pocket and lights it. Huffing, you take up your things and stomp your way back inside. Jason spares a glance at the house when he hears the screen door close not so gently behind you. He smirks, turning back to the Robin.

“You’re getting sloppy in this heat.”

Damian lets out a frustrated yell, hacks his sword at a nearby bush, straightens back up again, and continues his drill.

II. In the Kitchen

Sluggishly, you make your way to the kitchen, in search of anything to snack on. Upon entering the kitchen, you try to pretend you don’t notice Jason slouched at the table, looking at his phone. You scrounge around in a few different cupboards until a familiar smell reaches your nose. Frowning, you slowly spin on your toes to face Jason. Leaning against the counter, arms crossed, you stare at him until he finally looks up at you.

“What?” He impatiently asks.

“Smoking is bad enough, but smoking indoors? That’s just rude.”

He rolls his eyes and goes back to staring at his phone.

“Especially in a room we all like to hang out in,” you finish. He doesn’t respond but keeps ignoring you. Setting your jaw, you angrily grab the box of Cheez-Its you found and walk around the table until you’re standing over him. He makes no reaction, much to your annoyance. So once again, you find yourself plucking the cigarette away from him, this time out of his hand that’s rested on the table. He’s not as shocked this time, only reacting with a heavy sigh.

“Why are you so mean to me?”

You roll your eyes, making your way out of the kitchen.

“Because I know you can take it,” you call after him.

He can’t help but smile to himself.

III. In the Garage

The sounds of grunting as you walk past the garage door distract you from your original task, instead luring you into the garage. Jason is bent over the front of one of the many cars in the large room. His arm is hidden deep inside the workings and his face is strained, as he obviously struggles with something. You stroll over and sit on a bench beside him.

“Having fun?”

He doesn’t say anything, but gives you a look that says, “guess.”

You laugh a little and move to rest your elbows on your knees and your head on your hands, contentedly watching him work.

Eventually, he stands up straight, supposedly giving up for the moment. Walking over to a workbench, he wipes his hands on a dirty rag and takes a cigarette from a pack on the table. You must’ve made a sound because he looks at you and comments on your disapproving face.

“You’re not gonna take this one away from me, are you?”

You sigh. “Nah.” He looks surprised. “Cars suck, you probably deserve it.”

Jason chuckles and then, to your surprise, takes out another cigarette and offers it to you.

You laugh. “I’m good, but thanks.”

He shrugs, lighting his own. “I’ll corrupt you one of these days.”

You laugh kind of awkwardly and feel your cheeks darken. “I think you underestimate how much of a rule follower I am.”

He smiles slyly. “Still, wouldn’t mind testing those limits. Could be kind of fun.”

Now you’re really blushing. Your mind is telling you you need to find a way out of this conversation before it goes further. But you don’t necessarily mind where it’s going, either. You jump off your stool and walk over to him. Laying a hand on his bicep, you cock your head slightly.

“Could be,” you say, playfully.

You leave the cigarette in his hand, but make sure to grab the whole pack off the table as you walk past.

IV. At a Gala

Jason wasn’t thrilled to be here, to say the least. All these upper-class, overly privileged people in one room made him nauseous with the amount of eye-rolling he’d been doing. He supposed he had to admit to himself that technically speaking, now he too, was an upper-class, overly privileged person. His face contorted in distaste at the thought. Anyways, it made him way too anxious to be around all these people and he was really starting to regret letting Bruce talk him into coming. But he managed to sneak away for a moment, on a yet undiscovered-by-lovers balcony, leaning against the railing and blowing smoke into the cold, Gotham night air. If you could ignore the voices and clinking of champagne glasses coming from inside, it was relatively peaceful out here. Until that is, he heard quiet footsteps coming up behind him.

“I’m outside this time.”

You scoff. Giving up your attempt to sneak up on him, you walk to his side, taking up the railing next to him. You look up at him with an irritation-ridden face. He can tell right away that neither of you is having the lovely evening that was promised to you.

“I’m not in the mood, Y/n,” he says, taking another draw.

“Neither am I,” you respond, reaching up to take the offending object from his mouth. He quickly grabs your hand, gripping it firmly.

“I swear to god, Y/n, if you try to take this cigarette away from me I’ll- ” he stops.

“You’ll what?” You ask, interested in whatever threat he comes up with. Then you notice his eyes change. They’re still hard but in a different way. Less angry, more… lustful. His voice changes too, from short-tempered to flirty and raspy.

“Wouldn’t you rather have me show you?”

V. In the Bedroom

Sheets pile around your hips and your thighs that are straddling Jason. He’s propped against the headrest of your bed, his hair beautifully mussed. You’re entertaining yourself by tracing the lines of the scars and muscles on his torso. He’s entertaining himself by watching you. Both of you are simply content in each other’s hold.

A soft smile adorning your face is quickly replaced by a frown when Jason reaches for a pack of cigarettes he has tucked away behind the lamp and some books on your nightstand. You can’t believe him.

You continue openly frowning at him as he lights it. He’s either ignoring you or just oblivious because he doesn’t seem to care about the fact that your hands are now folded across your chest.

“Really?” You ask. His eyes look up at you, he pulls the cigarette away from his mouth, and gives you his own look of “really?”

You sigh and take the stick out of his fingers. He groans and drops his head back against the headrest. You stop for a moment, considering your actions, and then pluck the lighter from his other hand. As you light the cigarette in your mouth, he smirks at you, absolute satisfaction painting his face.

“I told you I could corrupt you.”

“Don’t get too excited.” You take one puff then reach to put it out on the base of your lamp. You don’t want to ruin your beautiful wooden nightstand.

“Ah-ah,” he tuts, taking it away from you before you can put it out, and puts it back in his own mouth.

“Jason,” you plead, “we’re in my house now. And I don’t want it smelling like smoke. Listen, if you have to, just go outside.”

He looks at you, feeling slightly guilty.

“But then I’d have to leave you in this bed.”

“Well, thats just a choice you’re gonna have to make, then.”

He exhales. You’re resolved but slightly disappointed, waiting for him to move out from under you and leave. But he doesn’t.

“Damn.”

He twists around, reaching to put out the cigarette in the trash can on your floor. Once he’s sitting upright again, his hands go to your hips, slowly pulling you closer.

You wait for him to say something more, but he doesn’t, so you smile at him. He returns your smile, before flipping you over on your back, covering up your giggling with kisses.

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Bruce and Alfred's reacting to the Batkids new names is everything.

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Bruce: Long hair, huh?

Dick: Is that all you got from my four hour explanation of the entire time I was gone?

Bruce: No, no, Nightwing was it? Nice adventures. I like the logo.

Alfred: Shall I schedule a father-son bonding haircut?

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Dick: You named yourself after the man who killed you.

Jason: I... I mean...

Bruce: I should not have let you read classics. Congratulations edgelord.

Jason: Well at least I won't get my identity sniffed out by a parasocial teenager.

Alfred: Master Jason makes a point. Where is Tim?

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Alfred: Red Robin? I had so much faith.

Bruce: Could've been more original. Nice wings, red color scheme, and bird logo. I'm starting to see what the neurologist meant by literal thinking.

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Bruce: Oracle, I like it. I'm glad to see you back in action. Did you really minimize yourself to a computer program?

Dick: SHE NAMED HERSELF AFTER PERCY JACKSON! DOES NOBODY ELSE SEE THIS? You redhead ass Rachel Dare knockoff.

Barbara: We don't talk about it.

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Bruce: Of all the names, really?

Alfred: That will obviously not get confusing.

Luke: Well. It's a cool name and you gotta get more original with your vehicles.

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Bruce: Orphan, um, ok. Are you sure you don't want something else. How about... um... BLACK BAT. Y'know because yours in only an outline? Um, how about adoption papers. Do you want adoption papers?

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batfamily fanartists who draw jason chunky are elite and better than everyone. no more skinny twink jason. give us our beefy boy.

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Since Tim and Damian are playing videogames as a team in Red Hood and the Outlaws, I want to also see Jason and Dick teaming up at some point.

Older batbros vs younger batbros.

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Bruce gets parenting tips from his children.

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Concept: a small child whose imaginary friend is Superman. He talks to “Superman” all the time, completely unaware that Clark can in fact hear everything he’s saying. The child and associated adults are infinitely surprised when reply letters from Superman start appearing in their mailbox

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Jason Todd.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Saw this tweet and immediately thought of country boy Clark Kent

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he definitely got the obsessive adopting gene

Damian: *surrounded by ducks*

Damian: follow me, my children

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I want to say that while I am proud of our movement as fandom from appreciating Jason's thighs to Jason's titties. It is time to usher in a new era-

Appreciating Jason's thighs AND titties.

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so anyways

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dream team inspired by this post. 

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was discussing w @bruceyknyght abt civilian bruce getting his shit rocked in a disaster at a gala but his first/only thought is “WHERE ARE MY KIDS ARE MY KIDS OK”

the nice bunch of teenage vigilantes who are totally not his kids see their dad literally bleeding out but still asking after them and combust in protectiveness :)

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conner kent doesn’t know straight people exist bc his first and only conversation about relationships/where people come from was being told about his two dads

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Silver Age Donna Troy/Wonder Girl pretty please?

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No because, Bruce if he got to parent baby damian (also if he used public transport godbless)

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tim: ever since bernard found out about my secret identity he’s been sending me bird-related puns and memes non-stop.

[tim’s phone buzz after receiving a new message.]

bernard: this u?

tim, looking back at the camera like he’s in the office: