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Jason Todd moodboard

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most of the time, jason todd likes to fuck you in positions where you have to take him at his pace. usually, it means trapping you under his huge frame, using his strength and size to keep you where he wants you. sometimes, he’ll have you face-down, ass-up, so he can watch the way his cock stretches you when he splits you in half. he uses his hands to keep your hips in place, so your whining and squirming doesn’t interrupt his view of your dripping cunt gripping him like a vice.

other times, he likes to pin you down on your back with your legs pressed against you, so he can alternate between staring at your pretty pussy and your pretty face. god, your face. his guilty pleasure is seeing how your eyes screw shut when he bottoms out inside you. “look at me, ma,” he commands, turning your head towards him by your jaw. when you finally muster up the strength to meet his stare, he likes to press a chaste kiss against your lips with a cocky grin—a small reward for the way you’re taking his merciless pounding.

but despite jason’s affinity for roughness, his favourite moments are those that unfold somewhere between midnight and sunrise, when you’re wrapped in his arms in nothing but his shirt. your leg is draped over his side as he rocks into you gently, and the room is silent except for your breathy moans and his soft grunts. you’re held against him in a warm embrace as he mumbles something about how much he loves you, his exhaustion muffling his words. you can’t help the sleepy smile that overtakes you at his tenderness, knowing you’re the only one he reserves it for.

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Floating thought:

Jason Todd eats like a fucking beast.

Like every time he's over at your apartment your fridge is miraculously empty?? AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN SEE HIM TAKE ANYTHING???

Now of course food is fucking expensive and he's not entirely an asshole (debatable) so he always buys you food or sends you money to do so when he's not around to cook for you.

But like it makes sense cuz look at him???

LOOK AT THE CHONK

anyways i think he makes it up to you by absolutely fucking you senseless later.

strong arms caged around your body, holding himself to you so tight

yea.

that's the post.

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Hi! Can i ask some quick enemies to lovers with Jason Todd? Which is not much "enemies" but two prideful people that won't admit they have feelings for each other and they like... have similar personalities. It can be sfw or nsfw, it's up to you <3

Byee, thanks.

(Maybe reader also being a vigilante too hehe)

a/n: thank you for this amazing request. I was about to have so much fun with this!!! (also kinda left it open so if there is a desire for part two, just leave me a message!! <3)

It doesn't hit either of you like a brick wall or a train like it should. No. Because why would it? Love doesn't hit you over the head in the middle of the night. It happens slowly.

It happens when Oliver asks you to cut home early because you almost missed a step and went over the rooftop of a building. Which you deny but you know it happened because Oliver is never really one to say 'go home'. So you take his orders. Oliver shakes his head as he watches you go. Ever since he told you that some of the team from Gotham was coming to Star City to help a case you've ben off your game.

It happens when Jason doesn't see the trip wire. Dick has about seven seconds to clear the room and drag Jason with him. The two of them get safely away from the loud bomb. Bruce is talking over the comms, asking if everything is alright. Jason grumbles out some sort of response. Dick knows he's not on his A-game because he's part of the crew going to Star City, where you operate.

It happens when you come face to face with Red hood after not seeing him for a few months. The last time you saw him he saved you from a round of gunfire. You couldn't figure out if he saved you because it was the right thing to do or for some other reason.

It happens when the two of you have to guard a safe house for a couple of hours. There is nothing to do. It's mindless boredom. It's endless. It's so boring and Red doesn't make it easier because he doesn't try to converse with you either. You try to make small talk but he seems to talk in grunts or just silence.

It happens when the mission goes wrong. The informant is nipped on someone else's patrol. You and Red are called in to figure out who did it and to track their every move. You spend about eight hours by his side and say about ten words to him.

It happens when you two find the culprit and are faced with a difficult decision. Take justice into your own hands or hand them over to the Oliver and Bruce. Red leaves it up to you.

And for some odd reason, that's when you realize it. At that moment it dawns on you. Like the final crumb of sand falling in a hourglass. You like Red. You like him even if he doesn't speak a word to you, or if you fail and fumble in front of him.

You try your best to keep it to yourself.

But it's hard to do that when he seems, different.

After that night when he left the choice up to you, he seems to be another version of himself. A version you didn't know existed. He greets you, he tries to make small talk, and he gives you compliments and praise.

Oliver and Bruce notice it too. They keep their smiles and shit eating grins to themselves. Honestly the two of them honestly make this a thing amongst themselves. Who can get the ball rolling first?

Bruce asks Jason about it one night after patrol. To which Jason replies with a stern 'no' and nothing else. Oliver asks you when he takes you out for lunch and you also tell him a simple 'no' and move on.

It keeps happening like this. Red does something that makes you think maybe, sort of, possibly. But you don't take that step. And Red goes through the same thing about you. And talks himself out of telling you anything.

One day though, it does come to an end.

You're in an alley in Gotham. You're not on a mission. You're just a civilian in this situation. A civilian who wants to take an alleyway cut instead of walking two blocks. It's safe to say that when you get held up at gun point you regret not walking those two simple blocks.

What goes down, goes down fast. You manage to get the jump on two of the scumbags. But one of them does have a gun. They aim it right at you and the shot should hit you but it doesn't. It doesn't because of someone.

Red hood stands between you and the gun. The bullet flies off his patted amor chest. You watch as all the guys in the alleyway scurry like rats. You're left there, wide eyed and shocked.

Red Hood turns to you and offers you a hand up. You take it, and try to think of something to say. Anything. A thank you. A sorry. Something that should leave your mouth. But all you can think about is how he's saved your life again.

And that's the word you say. 'again'

It catches him off guard. So much so that he takes a step back. You think you might've said the wrong thing. But then again, you think to yourself that he won't really know what you're talking about. You're seeing him as a civilian. He's never seen you as a civilian. He doesn't know who you are.

But he could now.

He could now.

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I heard your pleas, and am therefore requesting your take on boxer jason ( i swear he lives in my mind rent free, such a gentle giant with the ability to pummel anyone who wrongs you into the ground? Amazing). Maybe he uses scary dog privileges to get someone to back off while they are giving you trouble?

Boxer Jason! x reader

gravitates towards you even though the two of you look like opposites. he's tall and big and sometimes his face doesn't look like it can hold a smile

you're the one person in the world that can prove that he can smile. the first time you met, you threw him a joke and made him smile a tiny bit. Just the tiniest bit but it was enough.

when you find out what he does for a living, you figure it makes sense. All that muscle and size has got to go towards something. him telling you he's a boxer also helps you understand why you'll see him with a black eye or a busted lip.

doesn't invite you to watch him fight at first. even before you start dating because he's scared that you'll see him in action and get nervous. Which you aren't, you actually quite like seeing him in his element.

sometimes he'd go a few days between a fight and seeing you just to not freak you out. seeing Jason with a bruised rib or moving tensely is not something you wish for.

you have to be the one to make the first move. Jason isn't going to do it. He's going to leave it up to you for the first few months of the relationship. He figures you have to get to know him and he has to get to know you.

he flushes when you the two of you first kiss. Yeah. It knocks him off his feet. No one is able to actually get a knockout against him except you!

maybe six months into dating he lets you come over after a fight. You offer to salve and stick anything but he tells you he's got it covered. He just wants you with him.

It's fun going out with Jason because he gets you in anywhere. Clubs, concerts, etc. He's got a lot of pull and if that doesn't work he just stands behind you menacingly as you talk your way in. Works like a charm every time.

Jason doesn't like putting his hands on people outside of a fight or training. He vows against it unless the situation calls for it. And even if it does it's really the last resort.

So when some random sleazily walks up to you and initiates contact with you, he waits. He waits for you to handle it. Which you do, because Jason teaches you a few tricks to get yourself out of a tough spot.

But when things take a turn and Jason knows you need help, he's right there. Like out of no where that rando is down on the floor or high tailing it out of your vicinity.

maybe about eight or nine months into the relationship, Jason asks if you wanna come see his upcoming match. Of course he's pretty nonchalant about it, so you agree. Thinking it's some underground type of stuff.

Yeah, and then the following weekend you're on a plan to Vegas because he's fighting in some big arena and it's being televised.

Jason thinks the only thing in his life worth making a big deal out of is you, so no he doesn't find the cameras and the hype around the fight more important than you.

he wins the fight -of course! and spends the rest of the weekend treating you around Vegas, amongst other things...

a/n: I absolutely love this request! and if you want more you can ask for it in my inbox <333 this was so fun to write and think out!! thank you again for sending this!!

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Sasha: You are a very, VERY deranged person.

Jason: Thanks!

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I'm golden-child!Jason and not-even-a-silver-egg!Dick truther for life, and that's so funny.

Bruce is used to the chaos he calls his son, so when Jason actually behave, Bruce is soooo confused.

Like, what do you mean Bruce can tell him to not do something and Jason will??? Obey??? The order??? Dick would never.

Bruce, fully prepared for scandal: You are not allowed to jump from one wardrobe to another, it's dangerous for you.

Little Jason, who has no idea why he should: Ok? I wasn't planning to anyway.

Confused Bruce: You wasn't?

Little Jason who are scared to touch anything here, because it probably costs more than his life: I don't want to ruin the mansion...

More Confused Bruce: You don't?!

Or 

Bruce: so, you are saying that if I tell you to sit in your room and read books, you will really sit in your room and read books?

Little Jason, who has no idea why he shouldn't: Yeah?

Bruce, whispering to Alfred: I didn't know they could do that.

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ROBIN3／ROBIN4

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anything you say 🫡

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“Hey,” he says quietly, voice settling into silence between them. Rose peers up at him, and he’s grinning that stupid, wolfish grin. Like he didn’t just almost get himself killed in the name of heroism.

She wishes, bitterly, that she had never fallen for a martyr. “Hey.”

His grin softens, his hand reaching for hers. Calloused fingers graze the inside of her wrist, pulling until her plan is flat against his chest. His breath rattles beneath her fingertips, like a caged animal trying to break free.

“I’m okay,” he mumbles quietly, like it’s a secret. Like only she’s allowed to know.

“Don’t do that again,” she says, and it’s a warning, not a plea, like he has no choice in the matter but to obey.

Jason stares at her, mismatched eyes glowing in the darkness. “You know I can’t.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, thumb rubbing circles into his chest.

“You could try stopping the self-sacrificing, too.”

She grins, cruel. “I *can’t.*” She echoes. Physically, she means. Genetically. There’s too much Slade Wilson in her for her body to do anything but heal and live and move despite everything.

(Sometimes, she hates it.

She kind of wishes she could live and die with Jason instead of just *live.*)

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I thought about what the next generation of the Bat family would look like

Mar'i and Jake Grayson (Dick and Kori's kids)

Mar'i would be 26 y/o and Jake 22 y/o

Noah Todd Wilson (Rose and Jason's son)

He would be 23 y/o( maybe? Idk)

Beatrice Drake Brown (Stephanie and Tim's daughter)

She would be like 19 or 20 y/o

Theresa Wayne (Damien and Rachel's daughter)

Because she's the youngest (ofc) she would be 16 y/o

(IKK doesn't look 16😭)

Don't blame me, it's just an idea

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with jason returning back to the public eye after stating his death was a hoax and he was actually missing for years, he expected his name to be in the headlines and trending or whatever

he wasn’t expecting the exact twitter headline “jason todd for president” and he’s so confused because he still doesn’t 100% get all of the trending memes

so he just goes with it and legitimately starts campaigning and suddenly he’s actually getting real support? and now he’s in the actual running for the president of the United States??

roy is his vice president

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I don’t even know

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the way jason doesn't have to do anything—his flirting game to rose is almost none—and slade is basically approved him as his future son-in-law is just so funny to me

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New Year, new ship. I find these two adorable. I haven't drawn anyone outside Batman and his rogue's gallery so I took a shot at another Batfamily member and recently these two caught my attention and they're low-key becoming one of my new fav DC ships.

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This was always how it was going to end. Jason Todd has been dead since the beginning. The man you see before you is a ghost story; he is nothing but a walking reminder that the universe, in all her fickle cosmic ways, will always mark the damned from the moment they’re conceived.

Jason Todd was born to die. Jason Todd was born to live, born to love, and born to suffer for it. The tragedy lies within the heart, within the atoms of stardust that came together in just the right ways to create a man so full of love, that it tore him apart from the inside out. A destiny of pain, wrought from the ashes of compassion.

Kyle Rayner has read this story from cover to cover. He has seen it line for line, written the thesis and sent it back for review, vain hope within his soul that somehow, his prayers for a better ending would be answered.

The ending never changes. He can feel it in his bones that no matter the timeline, Jason Todd will always suffer, will always dig himself from his grave in some form and will always breathe in the fog of the graveyard with weak, frantic lungs.

Kyle Rayner knows, in the core of his being, that he cannot love Jason Todd in the ways that would fix the broken parts. He knows he cannot solve this cosmic dilemma, that he cannot change the universe that is Jason with gestures of faith and blind kindness. But still, he tries.

Jason lets him in slowly, and the farther through the door Kyle finds himself, the more he realizes the terrifying truth.

Jason Todd was born to die for love. Jason Todd, in all his bravado and worldly experience, was crafted from the light of a dying star. It makes Kyle’s heart ache, to see a man so built for good find no solace in the world that killed him. So Kyle Rayner decides to put in the work.

It takes years. Years of patience, of carefully reaching out and allowing Jason the knowledge that he’s there, that he won’t beg for Jason to see him so much as wait for him to notice. Kyle offers a net to catch him as he plummets, a perch for the former Robin to roost on the days his wings are too tired to fly. Kyle works a thankless job, day in and day out, of making Jason feel safe and loved like he does for so many others.

And then the day comes that Kyle finds himself without a net of his own. The dawn finds him at deaths door, and Kyle is willing to accept his fate at the cost of saving the universe. But the end never comes.

They say that red light travels the farthest at the fastest rate, and Kyle knows this to be true in his experience. But a lesser known fact of the basics of the prisms of light is that violet light, while the slowest, also carries the most energy. It has the highest frequency of any of the wavelengths of light, and thus, is the most powerful wave of light.

Patience, Kyle learns, is a virtue. For as he opens his eyes, surprised by the fact that he’s still part of the living, he finds himself encased in a protective structure crafted of violet light. His eyes follow the thin line of connecting light, his lips curving into a soft smile at the sight that greets him.

Before him, his protector stands juxtaposed to the stars, a soft glow of violet light radiating from him and his ring. Jason Todd smiles back at him, and Kyle counts himself lucky to see that crooked grin again.

“You know, if you were going to go and die out here all alone, the least you could’ve done was call.”

Jason Todd was a man born to die. But the dead have a funny thing about laying still when their hearts, full of so much to give, continue to beat. Kyle Rayner knows many things, and he knows one thing quite well: no man nor grave can hold the love of a Star Sapphire once its been earned.