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Damsel in Distress (Part 4) - Jason Todd

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Paring: Jason Todd (Titans) x (f)Reader

Summary: Y/N and Robin’s relationship grows and Y/N starts to wonder who is under the mask. Jason askes Y/N a hypothetical question which probably isn’t a hypothetical question at all.

Warnings: Alludes to Sex.

A/N: This is a little series I am doing about Jason Todd in Titans. I don’t know Comic!Jason very well so I’m taking all of this from the show, and at the moment he hasn’t been in very often, so please forgive any mischaracterizations.

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For months, Robin dropped by to visit Y/N, and they were practically a couple at that point. They would sit on her balcony, they would kiss, hold hands, hug, and Y/N would even lay on his chest and nap for a little while. The only thing was that she didn’t know who he was underneath the mask. She didn’t question it though. Obviously, Y/N understood why he didn’t tell her who he was. Batman and Robin had dangerous adversaries – Joker, Riddler, Penguin – it was a large risk for her to know.

If anything, Y/N trusted Robin more for not telling her his true identity yet for some reason. Maybe it was the fact that Robin always made sure she was safe, that he told her what he did on missions rather than keep it all under wraps. Robin, while protecting his identity, never kept secrets from her. He was honest, and Y/N respected that. She did once ask him about what he was under the mask but Robin was hesitant, although he gave her a little information.

“What are you like?” She asked him, “Under the mask?”

“Well,” Robin shifted a little, worried as if he was giving too much information away. “I’m not that different I think, I mean, I think I’m a bit more controlled without the mask, cause well, with this on,” he pointed to the black mask, “I know what I can do, and what I can get away with.”

“What have you done with the mask on?”

“I’ve kicked a few cops asses,” Robin confessed, “Batman doesn’t believe in that – hurting the cops, but… I don’t know. They treat us like crap, they beat us up almost every night and they are total shit at their job. Look at Gotham – if it weren’t for Batman, The Joker or Penguin would have taken over a long time ago. There are two types of cops – useless or dirty.” He explained.

“I get it,” Y/N nodded, “if my dad wasn’t who he was then the guy who grabbed me on the street would have walked the very next morning, and I know a few cops who are in the mobs pocket, but I also know that there are some good ones – I’ve met them. Like Dick Grayson – you know? That guy who Bruce Wayne adopted after his parents died in that circus performance?” Y/N said, “He really believed in saving this city. Then he moved to Detroit.”

Y/N sighed as she thought of Robin, wondering where he was. He wasn’t late, but she did worry from time to time. How couldn’t she? Robin could be out there fighting The Joker on a rooftop which could end with only one walking away. Y/N knew what she was signing up for though when she first kissed him, and she knew that while it was difficult to live with, she could live like it. She liked Robin too much to let what they had go.

“Hey there, Damsel,” Robin dropped from her roof and took the spot next to her.

“Hey there, Knight,” Y/N grinned as she shuffled closer. ‘Knight’ had become her pet name for Robin – her knight in red armour. Robin grinned widely at her nickname for him.

“How was your day?” He asked her as he took her legs and put them across his lap, playfully wiggling her bare toes in the process.

“Good,” she nodded, “I mean, Jason and I haven’t spoken for a while, but kind smiles are still exchanged.”

“Sorry that it got to that point,” Robin said as he wrapped an arm around Y/N and pulled her closer.

“It’s not your fault,” Y/N assured him. “Or Jason’s.”

“Or yours. Don’t blame yourself for this.” He asked of her. His brown eyes bored into Y/N’s Y/E/C ones. Y/N quickly leaned up and caught Robin’s lips with her own. Robin quickly kissed back, putting a finger under her chin to bring her closer to him. “What was that for?” Robin asked with a cough, “not that I mind of course.”

“For just being so great to me.” Y/N told him.

“You’re great too,” Robin said nuzzling his nose against hers. “One day,” he began, almost hesitantly, “I’ll take my mask off and take you on a proper date.”

“I’d like that very much,” Y/N nodded as she wrapped her arms around his neck, “but there isn’t any rush,” she assured him, “I get why you haven’t told me.”

“I want to keep you safe,” Robin said, even though both already knew it had to be said aloud, “I love you, Y/N, and I want to keep you safe,” he said stroking her cheek.

“I love you too,” Y/N told him, “and I understand. I do.”

“Thank you,” he sighed in relief, kissing her again, “for understanding.” He kissed her once more.

“I will always understand,” Y/N assured Robin. “What you do is dangerous.”

“I will always keep you safe,” Robin swore, “you mean the absolute world to me, and I will always come back safe to you.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said to him. There wasn’t much to say to that – there weren’t enough words in the English language for Y/N to express her gratitude to Robin for caring and loving her that much.

“As much as I want to stay, I gotta go.” He mumbled against her as he brought her in for a hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded as Robin stood up to leave. “Be safe, Knight.”

“Of course, Damsel.”

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“Hey Ivory Tower,” said Jason, appearing behind Y/N in the coffee shop before class.

Y/N, who was holding a to-go cup of coffee with a mocha inside, yelped and jumped as she turned to see Jason standing there with a little smirk on his lips.

“Dear Lord!” She put her hand on her chest.

“Just Jason will do,” he teased. Y/N slapped his shoulder in a scolding yet jovial manner before gesturing for him to walk with her.

“Where did you disappear to?” Y/N asked him as Jason slowly strolled by her side. Y/N grasped her cup with both hands and walked upright, no shift in her shoulders, no sway in her hips like usual, just as stiff and as straight as a pole. Jason, however, moved like liquid with each step, with swinging feet and his weight shifting carelessly from side to side with each step. His hands were shoved in his pocket and his head down, but he still threw sideways glances at Y/N as he walked.

“I didn’t disappear anywhere,” Jason said, frowning at Y/N in confusion.

“I mean from my life,” She pouted, “you stopped sitting near me, you stopped answering my calls, my texts and it seems you actively try to avoid me. The most I hear from you is the occasional email with your part of the project for Physics attached.

“Things have been weird for me lately.”

“Me too,” Y/N snapped suddenly.

“I’ve been…” Jason sighed and gestured for Y/N to sit on a bench they were passing. Y/N rolled her eyes but sat, “I wasn’t talking about when you rejected me,” he explained.

“Oh. What then?”

“Can I ask you a hypothetical?” Jason asked Y/N, biting on his thumb. He then leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.

“Sure,” Y/N nodded.

“Say there was someone you really liked,” Jason began, “and you were keeping something from them, yet you wanted to tell them what you were keeping, but couldn’t and always felt like you were lying to them, what would you do?”

“Well,” Y/N clicked her tongue, “why can’t I tell them my secret?”

“There is a risk,” Jason said, “that it would put the someone you liked in danger. Something you would never want to risk because… you loved that someone.”

“I guess that I would keep the secret for the time being and wait till it was safe enough to tell them.”

“But do you think the someone would be angry at me, I mean you, for keeping the secret?”

“Would they be aware I was keeping it to protect them?”

“Yes, they 100% know that, but you still lied to them – for months, perhaps years by the time you tell them. Would it hurt them?”

“I would hope the someone I am keeping the secret from has enough faith and trust in me to know I never meant to hurt them and how badly I wanted to keep them safe,” Y/N shrugged. Jason smiled and looked at Y/N intently, as though hoping for her to realise something, but she didn’t. “Did that help?”

“Yeah,” Jason nodded, “I think it did.”

“Is this really a hypothetical?”

“It’s a long story, Ivory Tower,” Jason sighed, leaning back and pushing his hair back. “Maybe I’ll tell you one day, in a few months, maybe years.”

Y/N smiled and nodded before drinking her mocha, completely clueless. Jason watched her for a moment before standing up and gesturing for her to do the same.

“I hope whatever this is about works out for you, Jason,” Y/N said to him as they continued walking.

“Me too,” Jason sighed, “me too.” He then looked at Y/N.

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Robin was late and now Y/N was worried. She sat on the edge of her bed and but on her thumbnail, staring at the glass doors, waiting for him to appear. She would have sat outside but it was approaching winter and was getting cold. Where was he? Was he alright? Oh God! What if something had happened to him and now he was lying in the gutter somewhere bleeding out, beaten with a wrench or something? No! Y/N pushed those thoughts backwards and refused to let them develop further.

As Y/N sat on her bed, enveloped by thoughts as to where Robin was and why he was late, Robin dropped onto her balcony, gripping his side. Y/N was in such a trance that she didn’t notice until Robin tapped on her window, snapping her awake. She leapt up and ran across to him, opening the door and grabbing him in her arms but pulling back when she heard him hiss in pain.

“What happened?” She asked him. Robin pulled back and showed her where his body armour had come undone in a fight and caused him to get caught by a knife. The gash was large but luckily wasn’t deep.

“Brutale,” Robin told her the name of his attacker, “I’m lucky really.”

“That you aren’t bleeding out,” Y/N added on as she led him to her bed and laid him down, taking his armour off.

“Aren’t you supposed to buy me dinner first?” Robin teased through gritted teeth.

“Be quiet,” Y/N huffed, “I’m going to get the first aid kit.”

“You’ve got a first aid kit?”

“Have since you rescued me,” Y/N told him, disappearing into the en suite and coming back moments later with a green case that had a white cross plastered on the front. She placed it on her bed and helped Robin sit up to take his undershirt off, dropping it on the floor next to his body armour. Carefully, Y/N laid Robin down and opened her kit to start cleaning and dressing the wound. Robin rested his head on her pillow and watched her as she wiped his side and abs where the wound was. If this was any other situation, Y/N would be blushing and very aware that Robin was lying on her bed, shirtless. She looked at the gash on his side and remembered how he winced and limped as he walked and felt her eyes water up. Y/N sniffed and wiped her eyes, hiding it behind a cough, but Robin noticed.

“Hey, hey,” Robin whispered, attempting to sit up but wincing in pain, “don’t cry. Come here.”

Y/N shifted over to him and buried her face in his neck to hide her face. Robin wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

“I’m sorry for getting upset,” she said in a muffled voice, “I was worried and imagining the worst and then you turn up injured, it was just a little overwhelming.”

“Hey, I get it,” Robin said as Y/N pulled back, “You okay now?”

“Better,” she nodded before turning her attention back to the wound, “I should go to Batman and give him a piece of my mind though. That bloody armour – it should be checked regularly.”

“As funny sight it would be to watch you go toe to toe with The Dark Knight of Gotham over little ole me, this was my fault.” Robin said, “I was in a rush and never checked my armour.” Y/N glared at him as though silently scolding him. “Which will never happen again.” He promised upon seeing the stern but concerned look on Y/N’s face.

“It better not.”

“I swear.”

“Good,” Y/N nodded, “I couldn’t bear anything happening to you.”

They remained in silence for the rest of the time Y/N cleaned and dressed Robin’s wound, and when she had finished they were still silent while she put her first aid kit away before returning and taking the spot next to Robin on the bed. She laid on her side to face him as he turned his head to look at her. Y/N gingerly let her fingers trace his mask, feeling it beneath her fingers. Robin didn’t flinch or pull away, but when her fingers nearly reached the edge to pull it away, Robin gently took her hand in his and pulled it away, pressing a kiss on each finger.

“Not tonight,” he told her. Tonight wasn’t the night to know his identity. Tonight wasn’t the night to break the spell. Tonight wasn’t the night to change everything.

“Okay,” she nodded before snuggling into his side and breathing deeply before closing her eyes and dozing off.

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When Y/N woke up, Robin was gone, but there was a little note on the pillow next to her.

‘Damsel. I’m sorry but I had to go, Batman called. I didn’t want to wake you because you looked so peaceful. I’ll see you soon and I’ll be careful – Robin AKA Your Knight in Red Armour.’

Y/N held the note close to her chest and sighed with a smile. Robin was so lovely and kind and she was so lucky to have him in her life.

She knew that she would love whoever was under the mask.

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“Robin!” Y/N greeted him with a large hug, letting him wrap her up in his arms and twirl her around. It had been a few weeks since the knife incident and she hadn’t needed to patch Robin up again.

“Hello there Damsel.” Robin chuckled.

“I’m guessing your side isn’t in that much pain anymore.”

“Nope,” Robin confirmed. “There is a scar there though.”

Y/N took Robin’s glove hand and led him inside into her room where she had two cups of coffee waiting to warm them up in the cold winter weather. They both sat on her bed and drank from the cosy cups.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better,” Y/N told him in a soft and quiet voice. Robin smiled. “Is the scar bad?”

Robin put his cup on her bedside table and stood up. He took his body armour off and then pulled his gloves off before taking his undershirt off. Y/N blushed and looked down for a second, but then she looked up at Robin, her eyes landing on his abs where the scar was. It was still a long scar, but Y/N realized then that it wasn’t the only scar on Robin. She moved forward and traced her finger along the scar she cleaned and dressed, then she traced the other scars on him.

“What is it?” Robin asked.

“Are all these scars from being Robin?” Y/N asked glancing upwards to meet his gaze. Robin had been watching Y/N the whole time, how intently she looked at each scar and how she gently traced each one with her fingers, as though committing them to memory.

“Not all of them,” Robin shook his head. “Some are from fights as a kid and things like that,” he shrugged them off. “This one,” Robin pointed one out on his bicep, causing Y/N to stand up and inspect that specific one, “this was The Joker.” Y/N looked at Robin for permission to touch it. Robin nodded. Y/N started tracing that scar on his bicep.

“How’d it happen?”

“I thought I could apprehend him, turns out I couldn’t,” Robin stated, “Joker got away and I got an earful from Batman about recklessness.”

“Sounds about right,” Y/N teased. Robin rolled his eyes and smiled at Y/N before he leaned in and kissed her, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her close. Y/N rested her hands on Robin’s bare chest before snaking them around his neck. When they pulled apart they breathed heavily and gazed into each other’s eyes with longing.

“Are you sure?” Robin asked huskily.

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded before Robin kissed her again and they fell onto her bed.

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Y/N rested her head on Robin’s chest as they both caught their breath. Robin pressed a kiss to her forehead. Both were covered by Y/N’s sheets.

“Was that good?” Robin asked through pants.

“Amazing,” Y/N nodded and kissed Robin’s neck, causing him to chuckle. “What about you?”

“Incredible,” Robin said tilting his head to look at Y/N. Y/N leaned up and caught his lips in hers. They then shifted so both were lying on their sides and looking at each other. Y/N covering herself with the sheets, while Robin draped the sheets so just below his waist was covered. “I do love you, you know that?” Robin caressed Y/N’s face.

“Course I do,” Y/N smiled as she took his hand and pressed a kiss onto it, “I love you too.”

Robin pulled his hand back and moved it to his mask, ready to pull it off. Y/N shifted in eagerness to see who was behind the mask, but just before Robin could pull it off a device on his belt, which laid on the bedroom floor, started beeping wildly. Robin stopped his actions and turned to look at the device then back to Y/N, who was confused about it.

“Batman’s calling,” he told her, jumping from the bed and pulling his clothing back on. “I’m so sorry,” Robin apologised “I really want to stay, I wish I could but I’ve got to go. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” He rambled.

“I get it,” Y/N smiled and nodded, staying in bed, covered with the sheets. “Duty calls. Gotham needs you.” Robin, who was finished getting dressed, stopped from leaving for a moment and smiled at Y/N, leaning across the bed to give Y/N a gentle goodbye kiss.

“I love you, and I’ll see you soon, Damsel. Promise.”

“I love you too, Knight. Be safe.”

“Always for you.”

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