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knightsteapot · 1 year

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☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ CHIMERAS BEFORE FEELINGS

Chapter I | Chapter II

Jason Tood x Latina!reader

Action | fluff

Minors DNI, cursing, sexual references

Author's notes: This is the first chapter of the story I've been trying to write for so long! Check the info before reading to have some context 💕

Thank you for reading, no matter if you're a latina or not, just enjoy it 🔥

Here some things I want to share:

Wanna listen to the song Bizarro was signing? Here

Wanna listen to the whole sinful playlist? Here

Wanna see some art of the suit, wig, gadgets and Admena, your inner goddess? Here

Feel free to imagine the suit in the size your want, the same with the skin color. The illustration is only a visual.

You had to admit that the life of a vigilante was exciting. Everyone talks about the risks, how it can destroy your life quite literally, but what about the other side of the coin? Being a vigilante, a hero or anti-hero was indeed cool, however, few people was selfish enough to accept it. If being a vigilante boosted your battle lust, being magical, belonging to the Justice League Dark (from time to time because apparently they couldn't trust an anti-hero like you) was out of this world.

Probably, after being experimented on, your brain decided that you needed power to feel safe, you were aware but in denial because... power itself wasn't bad, despite the horrible things you did in the past (which weren't never your fault, you were just a mere little stupid puppet without will) you had a good moral compass. You'd take yourself to the extreme if that meant doing the right thing, not the politically correct thing, no, just what was needed to be done. That's why you liked it to work with this group of weirdos, exterminating magical threats under your own rules or sometimes Constantine's rules, which were... not rules but a "Do your shit right and don't get us killed"

Your current situation was no different from other situations, yes, probably using Admena's full power wasn't a good idea, her divine aura needed your vital energy to manifest but, fuck it, the job must be done, isn't it? Those words made you smile in the middle of an epic fight against a chimera, suddenly remembering your other team, the misfits you respected, protected and wished all the happiness in the world: the outlaws. You'd be lying if you say you don't have a favorite, but thinking about him just destabilize your mind, energy and dramatic heart, Jason Peter Todd was invading your mind again and meanwhile you were sealing the monster with Admena's aura, you couldn't help but wish your longing was everything but love.

With a deep long sigh you let your body rest against the rotten wood of the church, closed your eyes and tried to recover your energy, Admena even took part of your technology's energy, how ridiculous, you had to become stronger to have full mastery of your power, your mind and yes, again, your dramatic heart.

Artemis, that amazon was a fine piece of art. You probably had one or two wet dreams about her, nothing to be embarrassed of because no one would never know, but jokes aside, you looked up to her, she was strong, determined, a bit brazen but that was part of her charm. Inside the team you had a good dynamic and synergy, you weren't best friends, that was Kath's place but as coworkers you usually complemented eachother.

Once Kath and Constantine arrived the three of you contacted Batman to give a report, the case was still open after all. In the meantime you checked your phone again, Artemis wasn't exactly fond of social media so it was uncommon of her to text you, still sharing pictures or funny things could happen, why not?

With the anxiety in its peak you opened Jason's chat. You weren't really sure what was the problem until you realised something, Bizarro, sweet big Bizarro was using your Spotify account and despite having a bunch of playlists you had one, one with your deepest dirtiest thoughts... Hopefully Bizarro didn't expose you but the situation was pointing in that direction.

You bit your lip with your face contorted into a mix of worry, anxiety and fear, but when you were about to engage in the conversation and put an end to your suffering despite the consequences Constantine opened a portal and you three had to go. The energy was taking time to return to your body, so you stayed at the House of Mystery's gothic and beautiful sofa feeling like a very anxious and tired jelly.

You freezed and then acted in the most immature way. Your body sank into the sofa as your eyes focused on the chimney, angry fire burning and dim light illuminating the dark room, your body and some relics that John kept inside the house here and there. You took off your black gloves hiding your face behind your shaking hands ignoring your phone after evading a bullet Jason shot or that, actually, you shot to yourself. Silence was so noisy.

No matter how warm the living room was, you felt cold and so disappointed, who was James? Who? the only James you knew was the lilac haired guy from Pokémon and still you imagined a whole relationship with a non-existent person, great! Being honest shouldn't be so hard but fear, fear was so strong. Your life was a mess, one that you were trying to hold onto hard but that was crumbling little by little.

Jason wasn't reacting any better. At the beginning the scenario was funny, Bizarro was enjoying himself, then the situation made Jason feel a sparkle of excitement, he couldn't wait to tease the hell out of you and see what would happen, no one ever had created such unholy playlist for someone they wanted as friend. The moment he noticed his thoughts going too far from him, he stopped in his tracks and texted you.

Artemis saw the scene develop in front of her eyes, but once Jason ended up completely dumbfounded she knew something was wrong. Jason placed his phone aside and got ready to take a cold shower, damn expectations. Your relationship rested in a comfortable yet unhealthy uncertainty and neither you or Jason were brave enough to do something about it.

Who the fuck was that James?

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yandere-daydreams · 4 months

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jason strikes me as the member of the family that holds out the longest and acts as the closest form of protection to a kidnapped darling-sibling that they eventually feel "comfortable" enough going to him as defense or a buffer from the others. until this inevitably leads to them alone one night and maybe they've allowed themselves more comfortable clothing (read: less coverage than a convent's dress code) and he gets a glimpse of skin as he glances down at his darling-sibling leaning against him. and is it hot in here? more than usual? it cant be the blanket it's been there a while without issue. and then darling-sibling makes the mistake of looking up at him, with big, innocent eyes and the most adorable pout.

i mean, everyone else has treated you so callously, like a piece of meat meant to be ravaged, jason would never! when he touches them, it's with nothing but gentle yet firm hands, like handling a baby bird. and he knows he makes you feel safe, imagine if he could make you feel MORE. something even more pleasurable than calm and secure? what if he could bring you ephoria and ecstacy? he's not thinking about what you would be doing to him, oh no, this is TOTALLY 100% altruistic big brother doing what a big brother should for his darling younger sibling who's needed him so much all this time. of course he'd be needed here too.

i got carried away.

word count: >1.0k.

tw: implied non/con, obsessive behavior, implied kidnapping, nonconsensual touching, and overall freak behavior.

He was doing this for your sake.

You didn’t know that. He’d tried to tell you, but you’d refused to listen – just cried and whined and clawed at his chest as he positioned himself above you, his body between your legs and a hand planted on either side of your head. He could still see your mouth moving, recognize that wet, glazed-over look in your eyes, but whatever sentiments managed to make it past your trembling lips were long underneath the sound of his own heart beating in his ears, the rattle of the air in his lungs as he struggled to keep his breathing even, to stay composed. If he panicked, rushed, you’d only get more scared and, well, he didn’t want you to be scared. Not of him. Not of what he was going to do for you.

With an airy sigh, he leaned down, leaving that much less space between your form and his. The shirt you’d borrowed from him (a sight too familiar to still send the pang of warmth through his chest it had the first time you smiled so shyly and asked if you could borrow something a little more comfortable than the pitch-black turtlenecks and baggie sweaters you chose to pile on around the rest of his family) was a size too big, prone to sliding down your arm, and he buried his face in the dip of your shoulder, letting his lips ghost over your unprotected skin. The hem had ridden up, leaving your side vulnerable, exposed. His hand fell to your waist, and—

Fuck.

You were softer than he thought you’d be.

Bruce would’ve been too cold, too busy pretending to be unaffected to savor the feeling of your unscarred, unhardened skin against his calloused fingertips, and Dick wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from tearing you apart. Jason, though – he kneaded into your hip, your thigh like you were the most delicate thing on the face of the planet because, even if he rolled his eyes when Tim explained that it was the Wayne family’s duty to protect you, you were. He was different from his brothers, from Bruce, from the rest of the manor. He knew what it felt like to break everything he touched, which meant he was the only one who could do this without breaking you.

He pressed a kiss, gentle and impulsive, into the corner of your jaw, then the side of your neck. This time, he heard the ragged sob that tore past your lips, felt your blunt nails rake over his back with enough force to break the skin. He stifled a throaty groan, ignored the way his cock pulsed behind the suddenly constraining material of his sweatpants – instead, he focused his attention on you, on pressing open-mouthed kisses into your collarbone. It took more self-restraint than it should’ve not to leave a mark, not to bite down and make sure anyone who looked at you would who’d put their claim on you, but self-indulgence could wait until you blinked up at him with those teary, glossed-over eyes and asked him to protect you from the rest of his family, the rest of the world. Caught up in his fantasy, he let his grip tighten, let his thumb press into your thigh with too much force, and you cried out, the noise cracked and helpless in a way that made him love you just a little more. “Jason, please, I don’t want to—”

He hushed you with an airy chuckle, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “I know, baby bird, I know. You can just lay back and relax. I’ll try to make it fast. And fun, too, even if you’re gonna keep pouting like that.” He sighed, then smiled against the base of your throat. “It’s better like this. The other guys – they’d be too rough, and you’re too fragile for something like that.”

He pulled back, already grinning down at you. “This’ll be your first time, right? Don’t you want your favorite big brother to help you through it?”

You only sobbed louder in response, but he didn’t mind. This wasn’t for him. He didn’t have to enjoy it.

He was doing this for your sake.

Maybe, by the time he was done, you’d be a little more thankful.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere batfam #yandere batboys #batfam x reader #batfam imagines #yandere dc #dc imagines #jason todd x reader #yandere jason tood

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c-nstantine · 11 days

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I honestly feel like some people forget Jason Todd is a straight hood nigga like HE MET BRUCE FROM STEALING HIS TIRES OFF THE BATMOBILE and he’s from the hood part of Gotham this MAN IS SEASONED AND HE KNOWS SHIT you can’t tell me this man didn’t have black friends, his first crush wasn’t black or Latina and his favorite food isn’t soul food from his friends mommas…and don’t get me started on that slang he prolly has like when he see you “what’s good mama” or “how my princess feeling give daddy a kiss fa me” and how he has “black” mannerisms Jason is the white boy who should’ve been black in the friend group……all I’m saying is Jason Todd is a seasoned white man not Jack Harlow white but eminem type white or something…case closed

btw I LOVE YOUR WORK sending you all my love 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🫰🏾🫰🏾🫰🏾🫰🏾🫰🏾🫰🏾

THANK YOU MWAH

Jason can also code switch like a motherfucker too. When he first got adopted by Bruce, he had to learn how to get along with all of those rich kids. Now, he's more chill and relaxed that he only slips up in private moments where he's either angry, excited or upset.... or during sex.

I can imagine him like absolutely dogging you out and just groaning in your ear "You like that mama," or " Is my princess gonna give me another one". He likes to pretend that it never happened.

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solar-wing · 7 days

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⚣ Submission 🗣️

⚣🗣️ A/N → Something I couldn't get out of my head after I saw this TikTok. You can't tell me this wouldn't be Jason in this situation. WARNINGS: none

⚣🗣️ Summary → Imagine being in a relationship with Jason Todd where you know Jason could easily beat you in a fight but it never stops you from talking shit as if you’ll fuck him up, and he just lets you…

⚣🗣️ Words → 851

REBLOGS & replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 🗣️

It’s not something Jason admits he finds amusing and adorable about you, but the fact that he lets you do it without any real pushback is telling enough. Because imagine, this towering and colossal-sized man, definitely over 6 feet and huge mass with the muscles to show and is a trained fighter (no matter how informal), getting beaten in a fight between him and his shorter and/or smaller boyfriend.

And it’s not to say you could never beat him in a fight, oh no! Your Jaybirdie would never want you to believe he doubts your capability and skills like that. Actually, he’d very much like and would encourage you to be able to learn how to take him down. It would help with his anxiety and fear of you being out in the world without him there to protect you, feeling more at ease knowing you could defend yourself if need be.

He’s definitely planning to make that a reality, because if you two are going to continue to be in a relationship, Jason needs to know that you can protect yourself without him there. It’s something you both talked about and he made it clear when you first got into a serious relationship about him and his family’s side careers.

But, until then, Jason will happily and silently enjoy the trash-talking and play fights with you. It just gives him more of an excuse to have your body rubbing against his, the perv…

It always starts small and silly.

Whether you’re just feeling playful or want attention, it doesn’t matter. You and Jason will be cuddling on the couch or the bed and engaging in your usual harmless domestic banter. Or he’ll be minding his own business cooking, reading, or going over cases and reports, and you’ll just come up and start messing with him.

Messing up his hair, poking him in his face, slapping his butt, and shoving against his body. Despite popular belief, Jason has a somewhat good level of patience and will endure it, but then you start talking shit.

“Oh, was that important? Looks like you’ll need to start over,” You’ll say after purposely jerking his hand while he was writing notes down on a mission report.

“Oops, looks like you dropped something. You’re so freaking clumsy,” said with a jeering tone after knocking the book Jason was reading out of his hands.

“Aww, is the little baby getting upset? Don’t cry baby, it’ll be okay,” You’ll respond in the most insulting baby voice knowing how much Jason despises it and usually ends up being his last straw.

The vigilante will give a soft shove and a warning look to you and that’s all you need. You’ll start taunting him even more and pushing yourself against him, grabbing at his wrists and arms as he holds you back.

“You feeling tough all of sudden? Am I going to have to mess you up like last time?”

Ding. Ding. Ding.

The next moment, Jason’s patience has officially run out and now, the two of you are rolling around on the bed, couch, and floor trying to pin the other. Well, you’re trying to pin him.

Jason’s just holding you off with ease and letting you slip out of his grabs now and then, letting you think you’ve got a chance. Of course, that leads to more shit-talking.

“Man, what kind of criminals are you fighting? You’re no match for me.”

Of course, as things will go when it comes to wrestling between two males, it eventually gets a little out of hand. You’ll shove Jason too hard, accidentally land a hit on his face or nether region, or you’ll even purposefully try to cheat to which your boyfriend responds by immediately putting you in a submission.

Never anything too rough or painful, just enough to immobilize you until you calm down and stop fighting back. But, even the non-painful ones are a bit much for you since you’re not used to fighting like Jason is, so you’ll typically give in within a few seconds, especially when he puts a little pressure on you and jerks you a bit as payback for all the trash talk.

It doesn’t stop you though, since as soon as you’re both done and back to whatever you were doing, you’ll continue to talk shit at your boyfriend like you had him in submission.

“Hopefully you learned your lesson.”

“We can clearly see who the big guy is in this relationship now. Don’t worry little man, maybe you’ll win again next time.”

“Light work. Maybe we should get you some classes small fry.”

And so much more trash-talking and playful jabs until the next round. But, Jason doesn’t mind. As long as he’s the one getting to put you in a submission at the end, he’ll let you trash-talk him all day, every day.

☀️ | Jason Todd/Red Hood | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 10 months

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There For Me (Harley Quinn X Batsis!Reader)

Characters: Harley Quinn X Batsis!Reader, Batfam X Batsis!Reader

Universe: DC, Batman

Warnings: Unhealthy family relationships (Parentification) Mild mention of a past abusive relationship (Harley & Joker) Mention of stalking, mention of death

Request: A bruce wayne and daughter, she is an adult. Mainly responsible for her siblings. She is sick of being the responible one. She is really good friends with harley and ivy and they take her in. She is secrectly dating harley. Batman comes too take her back but she tells him she is very happy and harley protects her girlfriend. Bruce accepts and lets them be.

Notes: Kind of strayed from the request near the end, I kind of got carried away with this lol

Ever since you were a child, you were well aware that your relationship and role within your family was different to a lot of other families. It wasn’t the norm by any sense, even for Gotham. Your mom was never in the picture, leaving you in the hospital you were born in with a note about where to find your dad, and after a test to confirm it, you were sent to live with your dad, who at the time was the opposite of responsible, and was a mess still, if the whole getting a woman pregnant who then left you without a second thought wasn’t something to go by. It was no surprise that Alfred ended up being your actual primary caregiver for your early years. That, and the whole secret life as Batman he actually had the foresight to know it was best you didn’t know about.

You found out when you were 10, coming down in the middle of the night for something to drink after a nightmare, finding your dad badly beaten and barely conscious in the kitchen, also looking for something to drink. You stared at each other for a moment in horror, but after a moment, you swallowed, grabbing a cup, getting some cold water, and went back to bed without a word. Bruce told Alfred what happened, and Alfred explained everything after school the next day. That day changed a lot for you. You realised partly why your dad was almost always absent, that Alfred was helping him keep your city safe, and that anytime you needed help with something was basically time taken away from Alfred that he could be spending making sure your dad wasn’t bleeding out somewhere or in need of help. As soon as you got home that day, you immediately began the process of becoming as independent as possible.

By the time your dad brought Dick home, you were entirely independent, but also very emotionally cut off from your dad and Alfred. You didn’t interact with Dick for a few days until he was up in the middle of the night due to a nightmare, and you came down as well, fixing a snack to share and then going back up to his room to keep him occupied till he was ready to go back to bed. It was after that point that Dick started to open up a bit more, especially with you. After Dick had grown into an adult and you two spent a night off drinking and catching up, he admitted to you that when he first joined the family, he wasn’t sure on what your role was in it, thinking maybe you were a recent adoptee as well and just weren’t adjusting well, and it took over a month for him to realise you were Bruce’s biological kid.

When Jason arrived, you already had a rough idea of what to do as your role as a big sister to dysfunctional traumatised little brothers, though Jason’s anger issues did make it a bit more difficult to bond with him. However, you quickly found that if you challenged his own anger with your silent resentment and frustration with your dad for not actually doing what a dad is supposed to, you two would actually bond over your frustrations, cause a bit of havoc together to blow of some steam.

Jason exposed you to two things. One, he showed you that you had every right to be more angry with Bruce about the fact that you had to raise yourself and now the kids he was bringing into the manor than you are. Two, it was because of you two causing a bit of mischief that you met Harley Quinn.

You had been doing some art outside to release some of your emotions in a healthy way, or as Bruce would call it, Vandalism in the form of graffiti, when you heard police sirens, and you both scattered to get away from the scene, getting separated and you ended up on the bad side of town, and was just trying to find a safe route home without having to call anyone, especially Bruce or Alfred, for help, and hoping that Jason was okay. Unfortunately, you ended up crossing paths with a group of business students, who decided to catcall, harass, and after you ignored them completely, decided to start following you. Fortunately, it was then that you took a sharp turn to try and lose them and bumped right into Harley, who was with her own posse of goons. You two stared at each other for no longer than a second, and in that second, you two had entire conversation purely through your eyes. Then she heard the men behind you, far enough away to not see who you had bumped into to realise they should run, but close enough for Harley to hear them laugh and tell the men surrounding her to grab you for them. He face contorted to anger for a moment.

“They bothering you?” She asked shortly, and you nodded, honestly scared to mutter a word. She took your arm, pulling you behind her. “Boys, time to teach these men some manners!” She ordered, and in a matter of seconds, Harley’s goons were chasing the men down the street and out of sight. You couldn’t help the small laugh that left your mouth at the sight. “You alright? Did they grab ya?”

“No- no, they were just being creeps. Thanks.” You told her as she turned back to you, the streetlamp now lighting up your face better, and she was able to see your face clearer, and also now actually identify you, and you saw her eyes widen and realised she knew who you were.

“Aren’t you Wayne’s daughter? What you doing out here? I’m sure daddy wouldn’t approve of you being out here.” She stated, hands on her hips, almost motherly, which was funny considering that you weren’t even a teenager anymore, now a young woman in your early twenties, only about 5-6 years younger than Harley.

“I was supposed to be supervising my little brother while he released some stress in some street art.” You told her. She arched an eyebrow.

“You and the younger Wayne were doing vandalism?” She clarified, and she saw the twinge of a smirk on your face before you tucked it back, and she grinned. “I like you, little trouble maker! Where’s your brother now?”

“I don’t know, honestly. We heard sirens nearby and scattered. He’s a lot more street smart than me though- obviously.” You said, gesturing down the street to the incident Harley just prevented.

“Why not call your dad?” She asked, and you couldn’t help the loud and quick laugh that left you, which told her a lot. “You two… not close?”

“No… never were, honestly… I uh, I’ve always looked after myself, and these days I’m looking after my adoptive siblings. Bruce isn’t good with the whole kids having emotions things, so I’m trying to help Jason get his anger out in ways that don’t involve needing first aid kits constantly stocked up.” You explained to her, hands in your pockets, rocking back and forth, finding it hard to stand still. You had no clue why you were admitting all this to Harley, especially since she was literally an enemy of your dad, but the way she had immediately defended you, and was taking the time to listen to you made you feel safe with her.

“That sucks, toots… you must be pretty lonely… say, if you ever find yourself back out here or just want a call or something and rant, call this number, okay? I might not answer right away, this is kind of a private cell, so don’t tell anyone, but I’ll get back to you, okay?” She said, plucking a gel pen from a pocket of her loud chequered jacket, grabbing your arm to pull your hand out your pocket and noting down a number on your palm. When she was done, she tucked it back into her pocket. “Come on, I’ll walk you to the edge of the nicer part of town, okay?” She said, wrapping her arm in yours and pulling you along with her. She did as she said, walking you to a safer part of town, reminding you to call her if needed (also if you couldn’t find Jason so she could look for him for you) and you parted ways.

She was the one you ended up calling when Jason was killed.

You didn’t talk to anyone for over a month after his death, other than the odd text to Dick to respond to him or to just make sure he was alright, but one night when things were really bad for you- your dad basically nearly killing himself every night, Alfred locked up in the cave trying to prevent him from actually dying, Dick away doing his own thing after arguing with Bruce, you were entirely alone in your mourning, completely lost in what you’re supposed to do next. You had no little brother to keep your mind busy with worrying and caring for, no one to make you feel needed. No one to make you feel wanted. You were completely alone.

You had called her as a last ditch effort, seeing no harm in at least trying, remembering she was once a psychiatrist. And sure, she was once affiliated with the Joker, but she had distanced herself from him, clearly a victim herself, and had been keeping a low profile ever since. You weren’t even sure she would pick up, probably changing her number, but she did pick up. “Hello?”

“Harley?” You asked in a whisper. “This is… um, it’s Y/N. Wayne… you um, helped me out a while ago with some creeps, gave me this number…” You recollected to her.

“I remember… heard about your brother… Not gonna say sorry, I’m pretty sure you’ve heard it a billion times and I’m probably a person you don’t wanna hear it from… you doing okay?”

“Not really…” You admitted, sniffling. “I’m not doing good… I know you said to call if I needed help with something… I just… I’m alone and I don’t want to be. Is there somewhere we can just meet even if it’s just for an hour?” You asked.

“Yeah of course!” You weren’t honestly expecting her immediate agreement. “We can have a girl’s night, me, you, and Ivy- I’ve been staying with her for a while now, I’m sure she won’t mind! Where do you want to meet?”

You met her a few blocks away, and she walked with you to a small one bedroom apartment where Ivy was waiting already, lounged on the cramped couch. She didn’t ask questions as Harley introduced you as Bruce Wayne’s daughter, who was in need of some TLC after everything that happened with Jason, in fact the only questions she asked was “Do you want to get wasted or hold onto the pillow of emotions and tell us all about it?”

“The pillow of emotions?” You asked, and she held up the pillow right next to her- a blanket, that even in the dim lighting you could tell was as soft as a childhood teddy, the perfect size and shape to squeeze tightly as you cried your eyes out. You pointed to it, and she handed it over, and it wasn’t long till you were on the couch next to Ivy, Harley sat on the floor, both women listening and nodding along as you hugged the pillow, sobbing and ranting about everything. From you basically being raised by Alfred, to you being more like a mother than a sister to Dick and Jason despite not even being that much older than Dick, and how because of that, you felt like a failure when Jason died, like you failed at being his protector, and how now you were all alone- Dick doing his own thing, your dad acting like Jason never even existed, and Alfred being too busy making sure your dad was actually caring for himself to notice you might even need help.

Honestly, a part of you expected these women, who themselves had been through hell and way worse than you, to roll their eyes, point out how you had daddy’s money to buy a therapist and figure it out yourself, but they didn’t. In fact in the end, when you finally got it all off your chest, both wrapped you in their arms, promising you that they were there, that they cared, and that this apartment always had space for you if you ever wanted to get away. You found yourself there at least once a week. When Bruce brought Tim home, you fluctuated between spending almost every day there or being at home keeping an eye and trying to care for the new brother, until Tim expressed his independence and you went back to spending more time with the girls.

5 years after Jason’s death, a lot of things changed.

One, your friendship with Harley became more than a friendship, and you three mutually agreed that it was time for an upgrade in apartment, and you officially moved out, creating much more distance between yourself and your dad, though with Tim around and Bruce now getting more of a grip on his self-destructive behaviours, you were able to call and come visit Alfred, Tim and Dick who had moved back in on occasion, though you now mostly interacted with Dick and Tim (who had warmed up to you a lot more) outside of the manor.

Two, Jason came back. It was shocking for everyone involved, especially since he was full to the brim of rage and fury, especially against Bruce. He worked with Scarecrow to poison the entire city, and the second you heard it was him through Dick, you tried to leave the safety of the apartment that you had promised your girlfriend you wouldn’t leave to try and find him, only for Ivy to find you quickly, seeing you in a panic and trying to run into the city without anyway to protect yourself, and in fear that you’d been affected by the fear toxin, she sedated you herself until it was all over and hopefully the toxin had left your body. When she woke you up with Harley there, your immediate question was if Jason was okay. Harley thought you were having issues with your memory due to the sedation and the toxin, but after talking with you for longer, explaining the call you had gotten from Dick, and also letting slip that your family was also the bat family, and that Jason was the Robin that had been killed, the girls gave you the rundown of what they knew. Bruce was alive. Dick and Tim were alive, and the Arkham Knight, who was apparently Jason, had disappeared, not confirmed alive or dead. Harley escorted you back to the manor to get answers on what happened, and to try and get in contact with Jason. You got confirmation that he was alive, but was still pissed off at Bruce and was not contacting the family for the time being.

That didn’t sit right with you. So you went out into the city to one of the places you two would hang around, mess around, graffiti, where you’d complain about Bruce together, and had the best time of your lives. And you waited. And waited. You ignored all your phone calls and texts, simply dropping a text to Harley promising you’d be home soon and you were alright before turning your phone off, and waited more. When the air started to become too nippy for you as you continued to pace in the small snicket, head low, arms crossed and noticing you could see your breath now, you finally thought about leaving. Giving up for now, trying another day or another technique. It was then you felt something heavy drop on your shoulders, and someone pat you on the back. You looked up, startled at the tall man beside you, but even more so at his features that you could recognize instantly. “Jason?” You asked, getting a faint smile from him. That was all you needed, pulling the man into a tight hug, his heavy leather jacket nearly falling off your shoulders.

You caught up with Jason. You told him how you’d moved out of the manor, how no one in the family actually knew where you lived, and you let the cat out the bag about your roommates being Ivy and Harley, who was actually your girlfriend, and how you met Harley that night where you two got separated in the city, and how she was the one you came to when he died. In classic Jason style, he was far more angry over the fact that Bruce totally left you alone to mourn him and you had to turn to another victim of Joker’s for comfort than you living with two criminals and dating one. In fact, he warmed up pretty quickly to it, knowing they at least can protect you ‘unlike Bruce’. He walked you home, promising to be in touch. You went inside, seeing Harley beside herself with worry, and after her throwing herself at you to hold you close and make sure you were alright, you told her everything, and after Jason and you got a form of communication, Harley and Ivy gave Jason the thumbs up to be allowed into the girl cave, the only real rule being to not tell Bruce or the others about the living arrangement in any way, which was easy enough.

For a while, things were tense but working in the Wayne family. Jason was still limited to no contact with Bruce, only talking to Dick on occasion when they ran into each other, but almost all contact between them was through you, which resulted in you having more contact with Bruce, though things were still incredibly tense between you two, so often Dick and Tim became a filter for you both, which you despised. Still, the boys would always called you when they needed you, and so it was them who called you to let you know that Bruce had another child- this one biologically his. Your half brother. Damian.

You let yourself into the manor, quickly rushing down into the cave to hear everyone bickering, Dick and your now youngest brother in the midst of a fight, though when Bruce spotted you and called your name, they stopped and looked at you. Damian stepped towards you, and Dick immediately held one of his Escrima sticks in front of him to stop him, and Tim stepped forward to be in front of you slightly, telling you that those two didn’t trust him to not hurt you. You patted Tim on the shoulder to tell him it was alright before stepping around him, and then you looked at Dick. “Put it away.” You told him. He did as told, though hesitantly. Damian remained still, though he glared at you. You showed him the palms of your hands casually. “No weapons on me, other than a taser, but that’s for creeps in the street.” You told him.

“Who are you?” He demanded. “Another stray my father picked up off the streets?” Ah. Volatile, lashing out, not caring about hurting feelings. Reminded you of a certain someone…

“In a way, I guess. I’m your sister. Your half sister. Biologically related.” You explained, nodding your head in your father’s direction, who was stood off to the side. His eyes widened, before his eyebrows knitted together and his frown deepended.

“I wasn’t aware father had an older child.”

“Yeah, he had me pretty young, and I’ve mostly been out of the spotlight- I like keeping a low profile.” You explained to him, stepping forward casually. “I always joked that father dearest never wanted a girl and always wanted to only have boys- why he had Dick, Tim and Jason, so hopefully now you’re here, I don’t have to worry about raising anymore boys on his behalf.” You joked, offering a hand to him. You felt Dick and Tim tense at your action and proximity. Damian stared at your hand, then back at you, before taking your hand and you shaked it with a smile. “Welcome to the family, Damian. I’m Y/N, the eldest Wayne sibling, and your big sister. If you need anything, anything at all, you call for me, okay? I’ll be there.”

You kept that promise to him, like you had the boys. He didn’t call you or contact you for a good few months. He only really interacted with you when either Bruce, Alfred or one of the other boys called for you and you went to the manor to negotiate, or to meet one of them on patrol to talk, and he was tagging along with them because Bruce didn’t trust him alone, but he witnessed his ‘brothers’ call you the second they had a problem, especially at home with Bruce, and every time you picked up, arranged to meet them, and came over. At first he hated how you got into fights with Bruce, especially when advocating for Jason, but when he realised that you were doing it on the boys behalf, especially when you got into a fight with Bruce for him regarding his grades and getting calls from teachers, he finally asked Dick for your phone number, and he asked to speak with you while he was on patrol. You agreed, arranging to meet him nearby.

“You okay Damian?” You asked as soon as you saw him in the snicket. He nodded, not saying anything at first. “You haven’t ever called me before, so something big must have happened.”

“Why do you fight for me and the others on our behalf to father?” He asked bluntly. You stared surprised for a moment, before walking closer to him.

“I don’t have a good relationship with…father. Never have, and I’ve accepted I’ll probably never will. A long time ago, I just kept my mouth shut, let him ignore my existence despite living in the same building, and I was mostly alone. The Dick came along, and he was far more present for him than he ever was for me, but still, he wasn’t… there, there. He was still lacking, mostly emotionally, and I found myself just… filling the gap. Making up where he missed the mark. I looked after Dick when he was going through mourning of his parents, I was the one who helped Jason get some of his anger out, I was the only one who accepted Tim into the family from the get-go… I’m the one the boys call when they need help. Not Bruce… My girlfriend- don’t tell dad about her- is a psychiatrist, and she calls it parentification. It’s when a child, often the oldest, takes on a role similar to that of a parent, caring for younger siblings, and at times, the parents themselves. It complicates relationships between the younger ones and the eldest as well- like you boys turning to me rather than Bruce when you have issues. It usually damages the relationships in the family later on.” You explained to him.

“Do you resent father for doing that?” He asked. You knew you couldn’t lie to Damian- he wasn’t naive by any sense, and you guessed he’d tell you were lying.

“Honestly? Yes. Absolutely. I didn’t have a childhood, and I had to grow up quickly to care for the boys he chose to have.”

“Do you resent Dick, Jason and Tim? Do you resent me? You said yourself you think he only wanted boys, and while I’m biologically his like you, he’s present for me like he was Dick.” He inquired. You stepped even closer till you were both straining your necks to meet eye contact. You reached out, holding his face with your hands, warming his cheeks with your calms.

“Never… Those few years before Dick came home… were some of the worst years of my life. I was… so alone. When you boys showed up, I wasn’t alone anymore. I had purpose, something to keep me busy. Whenever I get a text from Jason complaining about Bruce, or Dick asking me to stop by, or simply Tim asking to get him coffee… I don’t mind, because they need me, and they trust me, and they love me, and I love them. They’re my brothers. Your my youngest brother, and I love you unconditionally, okay?” You promised him, and he nodded, before stepping back, turning on his heel, and going to leave the alley, before he paused, turning and looking over his shoulder at you.

“I won’t tell father about your girlfriend… Does anyone else know?”

“Only Jason. I don’t trust the others to not freak out about her, especially Bruce.” You told him. He nodded, and carried on his way. He started to text you from time to time like Jason did. Short and blunt. He never told you straight out he loved you- Dick said it all the time when saying goodbye, Jason said it on occasion, usually concealing it with sentences, Tim said it usually in the middle of the compliment, but never Damian. Instead he would simply text you ‘hope you’re safe’ at the end of the beginning of a conversation. When you realised that was him saying he loved you, you realised he said it the most out of the boys.

More time passed, things were going good in your family if you ignored Bruce, and things were going extremely well with you and Harley. You were both now looking for a new place to live away from Ivy- her idea, she was planning to move in with Selina. However, the move was postponed when signs of Joker being near your current apartment started to show up, and Harley became anxious, and with very good reason. You hurriedly moved Harley and Ivy into Selina’s apartment and you temporarily moved back into the manor. Just in time it seemed- your old apartment complex was the victim of arson, the substances used to light the fire making it burn green. It was obvious who set it.

Jason heard first, rushing to the manor, ignoring Bruce’s calls to come and find you, holding you tightly, relieved that you were safe, before he explained what had happened, and that it was an attack by Joker. He said that, in front of not only Bruce, but all your other brothers. They all, including Bruce, freaked out.

“Joker targetted you?!” Dick freaked out.

“No he-”

“You’re staying at a safehouse for now, alright? We’ll fit it up and make it homely.” Tim decided.

“No, that’s not needed-”

“Y/N, you’re in danger, you can’t leave our sight.” Bruce ordered.

“He wasn’t targeting me!” You snapped, making them all stop. “He wasn’t targeting me. He was targeting my roommate… my girlfriend.”

“Your girlfriend?” Bruce asked.

“Why?” Damian asked. You glanced at Jason anxiously, the only person who knew all the details. He instantly wrapped an arm around your shoulder, ready to put himself between you and everyone else if they tried anything, and get you out of there in a timely fashion if necessary.

“My girlfriend is Harley. Quinn. We’ve been dating for a few years.” You admitted. Everyone stood stiff for a moment.

“What?!” Bruce finally snapped, moving forward. Jason immediately held his arm out, pulling you behind him.

“You stay the fuck away from my sister, Bruce.” He glared.

“You knew?” Tim asked at Jason.

“I did too.” Damian spoke up, trying to show solidarity with you and Jason, jumping to be beside you as well. “I didn’t know it was Harley, but from what she’s told me, she treats her well and loves Y/N.” Damian defended.

“I’ve met her. Harley loves Y/N. She was there for Y/N when I died, unlike you. She looks after Y/N.” Jason defended. Bruce stared at you.

“Where’s Harley?”

“I’m not telling you. Her life's in danger, she’s in hiding… we’re going to meet up soon and… we’re leaving Gotham. Temporarily. Just until Joker forgets she exists, then we’re getting a new apartment, maybe somewhere closer to Jason.” You explained.

“You can’t leave Gotham with her!” Bruce snapped.

“Why not?” Tim asked. Bruce’s head snapped around to him. “If Joker gets an inkling that Harley has a girlfriend, especially if it’s Y/N Wayne, he’ll go after her. It’s better safe than sorry.”

“Anything we can do from here? We can get you two a safehouse in another city till things calm down.” Dick offered. You smiled at him and nodded, and he smiled sadly. “We should cause a scene to keep him occupied so he doesn’t have time to realise Harley’s gone off the grid. One of us should also escort you both just in case.

“I’ll do that.” Jason decided. “Atleast you know if worst comes to worse and Joker tries to stop you leaving, I’ll fucking kill him.”

“Do none of you care about what I think?” Bruce asked.

“No. We don’t. This has nothing to do with you. This is to do about the safety of Y/N and her girlfriend from her girlfriend’s abusive ex. This is about what is best for them, and what we can do to make things easier for them. You’ve never cared about her. You’ve never put her first and done what’s best for her. Leave us to deal with this, and stay out of it.” Jason snapped at him. Bruce looked around, seeing to see if anyone- even you- would tell Jason off. No one did. Without another word, Jason pushed you to go with Damian and Tim to go pack some things while he went to get a car from the garage for you and Harley and your things, and Dick got his phone out to start making calls for somewhere safe for you to stay. Bruce stared at Dick, the only one left in the room. He saw that Bruce was waiting for him to talk to him, say anything to him.

“Y/N has always been there for us, no matter what. This is the only time she’s ever said she’s needed our help. We’re taking it.” He told him simply, before putting his phone to his ear and leaving the room, leaving Bruce alone, unsure on what to do or what to say.

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markliving · 2 months

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A KISS HEALS EVERYTHING

pairing: jason tood x reader

warnings: just fluff, mention of injuries but it's all fine. english is not my first language, so sorry if this have some errors

word count: 1076

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Jason was a strong man, not only because he was a tall person, but also because of everything he went through in his 23 years. However, it was strong, but not unbeatable. He had discovered this a long time ago, but he still preferred to pretend that nothing had happened, especially this time.

Alfred, however, upon receiving him last night with an open wound, considered serious, and several bruises on his body, made the young man spend the night at the mansion and called you, letting you know that your boyfriend, this time, was not returning to home and asked if you could stop by the mansion in the morning.

The morning after the incident, you entered the doors of the huge mansion, greeted by the butler and a small smile coming from the man. He knew that sooner or later you would arrive, after all, it was like that every time, and it was the only way he found to leave Jason, in some way, quiet.

Damian, who was sitting on the huge sofa in the living room, caressing Titus, after doing a trick that the boy was teaching him, smiled mischievously when he saw you. You were one of the few people that, apparently, he liked, leaving the other brothers a little jealous with the relationship that the two of you created in such a short time, which at first, according to Damian, was just to make fun of his older brother’s, but it became a brother and sister relationship between the two of you.

“Jason again, huh?” you stopped walking as soon as you heard the boy's voice and turned towards him, smiling. “I still wonder every day what it was you saw in him.”

“Love is something misunderstood” you replied, earning a laugh from the other.

You climbed the huge stairs, which led to the top floor, turned to the left side as soon as you reached the top, where there were the rooms of those who lived in the house and also those who had already left, but who were left exactly the way they came out. You went through the first door, which you knew was Tim's, and entered the second one, right next door.

The room was completely dark, the curtains closed, no lamps on, or cell phone lights. It was after ten in the morning, from what you remembered, and if you knew well, at that time Jason would be disturbing someone, you in this case, normally. Apparently Alfred had given him something strong.

“Jason” you called, approaching the bed and sitting on the edge. Now, accustomed to the darkness, you noticed that the man slept without his top on, showing the bandage around his stomach.

You had seen him like this several times, hurt, and every time it was heartbreaking. When you met the man, when he was still Robin, at school, you knew that despite his rogue appearance, Jason had a good heart. And as time passed, and he hadn't been kind to the boy at all, it only helped to confirm what you already thought.

“Jason” you called a little louder, receiving a groan of dissatisfaction from him.

You touched Jason's foot, about to shake it, but you were startled, as was Jason, who jumped when he felt a cold hand touch his foot.

“I thought you died” you commented, mocking the boy and mentally cursing him for the scare he had given you.

“Look who's talking, your hand looks just like one of them” he replied, shifting, sitting, in a position that didn't hurt his abdomen so much.

The night had been long. After spending more than an hour in the cave with Alfred patching him up and receiving a big lecture about how irresponsible he had been on patrol not only by the butler, but also by Bruce, who was looking at the scene in a bit of despair — he needed a very strong painkiller to get it close your eyes and sleep for a few hours, but you didn't count on Alfred calling you for some reason.

“Very funny you.” He showed his tongue. “How are you?” you asked him, worried.

Jason looked down at the bandages on his torso. He wishes he could say that he was used to bruises and the pain he felt, but it was a lie. It seemed that after the Lazarus pit, even though he had gained some resistance, each cut hurt more, not just physical pain, but mental pain, which as time went by was getting better.

"It doesn't hurt that much, I think the medicine is still working." He shrugged.

You climbed completely onto the bed and sat next to him, analyzing his features face to face. You knew it hurt like hell and that he just wanted to maintain his tough-guy pose, but you didn't care, after all, he was right there in front of you.

You were scared to death that one day, just like a few years ago, he would leave, and that feeling, which resided in your heart at times, only left when you heard Jason's voice in front of you, saying that he was fine and that Soon he would be home. But every time you get a call from a family member in the middle of the night, you're pretty sure your heart misses a few beats, and not in a good way.

“I'm sorry” Jason whispered, noticing the melancholy that surrounded you. “I'm sorry, I didn't want to worry you.” He placed one of his hands on his cheek, stroking the area in the form of comfort, receiving a smile in return.

“It's good to know you're okay, I almost had a meltdown when Alfred called me” you said, taking his free hand and placing a kiss on the back of it.

The two of you spent a few minutes looking at each other, trapped in your own thoughts, until Jason spoke again.

“You know... there's a place that's still hurting a lot.” He pouted, putting his plan into action, he knew that a real smile was about to leave your's lips.

“Where?” you frowned, starting to worry a little more.

“Here.” Without letting go of your hand, he brought your hand to his lips.

As soon as you realized what his deal was, you laughed out loud.

“Do you want a kiss to get better faster?” you asked and received a quick yes from Jason.

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parkjammys · 9 months

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what am I suppose to do? Not cry?

#jason tood #red hood #wayne family adventures #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #dc comics #stardust.txt

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randomgurl2326 · 7 months

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Batfamily + Reader Incorrect Quotes

Dick: I trust Y/N Jason: You think you know what they’re doing? Dick: I wouldn’t go that far

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Stephanie: I think Jason was right. Cas: I’m surprised he hasn’t marched in here said ‘I told you so’. Dick: He wouldn’t do that.

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kuromitos · 1 year

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May the best hero win!

[Dick Grayson x GN!Reader x Jason Todd]

Plot: what happens when two batboys have a crush on the same person? Chaos. Petty Chaos.

Note: more storyline based on my OC that I'm too nervous to share with. The reader has a hero name called 'incognito'

It was supposed to be a regular night. A typical run down of the latest mission in Gotham. But we are talking about the Wayne Family here, or should I say the batfamily, there is nothing 'normal' or 'typical' about them.

Instead of going to collect the Intel from their reliable source, like they are supposed to do, Nightwing(Dick) and Red Hood(Jason) are fighting each other on top of a rooftop. With Red Robin(Tim), the signal(Duke), Spoiler(Steph), and Robin(Damian) watching them from another rooftop and taking bets on who will win the fight. While the black bat(Cass) goes off and completes the mission.

How did we get to these events? Well, things first started earlier in the night. Batman contacted the members of his family to gather inside the Batcave for their briefing before patrol, "we have received Intel earlier in the month that shipment of a new drug is coming to Gotham in the coming week." Batman stated while pulling up the required information on the back computer.

"A new drug?" Nightwing asked, "I ain't heard anything about no new drug." Red hood said with a mad tone, his regular tone. "That's because it's technically not new." Red Robin pulled up articles and reports from his wrist computer to the bat computer for everyone to see. "It's originally a chemical used in medicine but somebody decided to use it as a base for a new drug. There have been huge reports of it in Chicago, Detroit, and Baltimore. Recently, there's been rumors of it spreading to Gotham and now it's have been confirmed."

"The problem now is we don't know where the shipments is being dropped off." Batman said, changing the info on the screen to a photo of three men. "That has only been shared privately with these men only. But we have a double agent that was able to get the location for us and going to give it to us at the usual location on top of the Lincoln bank building. " He concluded his small speech with his back to the group because he doesn't want to see their faces of annoyance from them.

"The agent is . . . . Incognito. " "UUGGGGHHHH!"

Now hearing those groans you would think that they hate or can't stand the person called 'incognito'. Quite the contrary, they love them and consider them as an extended family member. What actually causes those groans were the two guys that like incognito some much more than everyone else. So much they turned it into a petty competition.

"I'll go" "I'll go"

They both turned toward each other when hearing each other voices and glare at each other. Those glares were signs to everyone around them that this was going to all night. Especially when Duke uttered the words "not this again."

"Don't you have to be bludhaven right now? Dick. " "Don't worry about that, Jay. I settled things before coming over. What about you, huh? Shouldn't you be covering crime alley or hanging out with the outlaws?" Dick smirks at his brother's poor attempt at jabs. "Just got done with a mission, dick head. " "Then you must be tired. I'll do this little info collecting-" Jason interrupted dick with a finger shoved in his face. " Don't give me that crap. You talked to them last time. Im going this time!" " Come on Jason. I'm just looking out for you. You don't think straight when you're around them." "Better than you. At least I think with my brain here" He points at his head, "and not the one down here." Jason grabbed his private part in a vulgar manner, which got a reaction out of dick. Pissed off. He was about to retort back but he was stopped by hearing Bruce scream at them both, "Enough! " which grabbed their attention. Jason still grabbing his. . . Little hood.

"Both of you going to the meeting point, then. Whoever gets there first can collect the information. I don't care who does it, just go!" Bruce yelled at them. They both stood there for awhile before Jason run towards his motorcycle screaming 'I'm getting there first!' With Dick on his tail also screaming, 'No you won't. '

~~☆~~

That's how we got to where we started. They raced thru the city using their personal own shortcuts until they bump into each other on top of an apartment building. Both felt they won't get their private moment they wanted with the double agent of their dreams, they decided to fight the other. First one down on their back, wins.

At first simple sparring quickly turns into a full-on brawl. Going at each other for at least an hour. Neither holding back on the other. While throw petty insults at each other too.

"Dickhead"

"Blowhard"

"Man slut"

"Zombie"

They took so long on this fight the other kids stop their patrol to watch and place bets. Jason was getting the winning votes.

It looks like the fight could go on forever since neither one looks like stopping anytime soon but a certain stop them in their tracks.

"Got it." They both turns towards the voice to see black bat with a piece of paper in her hand. "Got what exactly? " Dick asked with his hand on Jason's jacket, tight in his fist. "The location. It's the docks." She jump away from the two and probably back to the big bat. Everyone else follows her, forgetting the other two men.

Hearing they lose their chance, they let each other go and awkwardly stand beside each other. Their stupid fight got in the way. They missed the person who stole their affection. All because of their petty fighting. Hopefully this would be a lesson for them both to stop this -

"First one back, can meet them on the next meet up"

"You're on. Don't blame me when you lose. "

*sigh* nevermind. They're hopeless

Sorry if they are ooc here. I hope to improve my skills soon.

I'm also might do a part two if you guys like it enough.

That's all I got. Bye for now ( ≧∀≦)ノ

#batman #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #jason tood #jason todd x reader #red hood #red hood x reader

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 2 years

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☆▪︎¤Jason Todd x Reader¤▪︎☆

"Jason, look at me! I'm drenched in blood, my hair is a mess and I didn't even bring anything!" You yell at the handsome man you had gotten the honor of calling your lover.

Jason, thankfully, wasn't covered in blood. To your happiness, glad that he wasn't hurt or messy in front of his folks.

"(Y/N)-"

"Jason, why didya' even bring me here after a mission! I thought I wasn't gonna be introduced to your family until the wedding?" You joke, slightly.

You knew Jason had a straining relationship with his family. You could tell he had a fondess for them either way, but it irked you that he brought you to his childhood home instead of your shared apartment.

"(Y/N), as soon as I saw you bite that guys head off this body, I knew that..." Jason shifted his eyes to the left, gazing at the door. "I'll.. Tell you later, I want this moment to be special- special-er."

He laughed softly, his mask making it sound a bit odd. You giggle at him, holding his hand as the huge manor doors open as a old man stood in front of the two of you.

"Young Master Jason, what a surprise." The butler said happily, opening the door more for your lover. "Hi Alfred, I know this is a biiitt short notice, but... I brought someone I want everyone to meet."

Alfred eyes widen, "Master Jason, I know your visits are unexpected, but I never thought you'd bring a guest?"

Jason tilts his head to where you stood beside him, covered in blood like someone had painted your body as you give a bright smile.

"H.. Hello!" You utter, cheerful as you could be. The older man stared at you, slowly blinking at your.. Appearance. You close your mouth, but feel a weird texture, you ignore it.

"I'm glad he even let me walk in." You huff, Jason nodding in agreement as he leads you around the manor. Your eyes big at the size and decor littering about.

"Jay, this place... Sure is.. Well, different from what I'm used to." You hide your anxious look with a positive smile, but Jason saw right through you.

"It's okay to feel uncomfortable, I know that this isn't what your used too. Believe me, I felt the same way when I first came here." Your lover said with reassuring squeeze on your hand.

"So, wait, your folks are like, Gotham Royalty.. Right?" You ask, not understanding Gotham city politics or status.

"No??"

"No, no, here me out!" You wave your hands, missing the warmth of Jason's palm. "Your... Dad, he was the playboy prince of Gotham, right??"

Jason lets out a snicker, "yup." He emphases the "p" sound like a pop.

"Well, that would mean your a prince now, 'cause that's how royalty stuff works." You finish, smile falling at Jason's actions. He had a hand over his mouth, letting out small snickers as he looks at anywhere but you.

You sarcastically pretend to storm off in any direction, but Jason pulls you by the waist and nuzzle his face into the back of your neck. You giggle, nuzzling back while you turn yourself around so you could cradle his face in your blood stained hands.

The click of a door ceases the affection the both of you craved. Watching Bruce Wayne, stomp into the room as he sat down in his leathery chair from his mahogany desk. Staring at the both of you with analyzing cold blue eyes.

You fix your posture like a soldier once Mr. Wayne clears his throat.

"Alfred tells me that you've brought a guest Jason." The CEO side glanced at you before his eyes bore into his child's eyes. Waiting for a explanation on why he brought a woman coated in blood to his door-step.

"Well.. Daddy!" Jason said with a stupid grin, his hand snaking its way on to your waist. "This is (Y/N) (L/N), just though I wanted to introduce her to ya!"

You heart melts at the adoring way he gazes back at you. The pride in his eyes making your body feel so light you could float.

"I.. See." Mr. Wayne then lands his sights on you, it felt scrutinizing.

"So your the woman that my sons-"

"HE-y, (Y/N), you mind checking on Alfred. He's probably down stairs, pretty sure he layed out some snacks for us, you should eat!"

Jason pushes you out the door. Hurriedly closing it behind him, "Uh, sure Sweetie." You said, now see he was no longer there.

Glaring at the fancy door, you lean your head on it to listen in.

"Jason, I can't it just let you marry her!"

"Why not?! She's the greatest thing that's ever happened to me!"

"Jason, she is a murder!"

"I'm not much better either Bruce!"

Gaping at the noise, your head hangs low as you back away from the door.

Mind in a different place ss a hand lays on your shoulder.

You spin around and hold a knife to your attacker's neck. Growling like a dog with a snarl on your face. A man a bit older than you and Jason smiles politely at you.

"You must be Littlewings fiancé!"

[I love a out of control but sweet murdery readers!! Hope you guys in enjoyed!]

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igotanidea · 11 months

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Jason Todd thought of the day

MINORS DNI!

Hear me out. Most of the smut fics (mine included, so no hate here) portrays Jason as the guy who can make a girl cum multiple times and pretty much knows what he's doing.

But what if he doesn't?

What if he leaves her high and dry, forced to tend to herself and making her sad and unsatisfied.

I'm just wondering which one of two would be more embarassed and disappointed about it.....

EDIT: so, here's what came from my thinking: Teachable student

#jason tood #jason todd x oc #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x reader #red hood #red hood x fem!reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #red hood x oc #red hood x reader #red hood imagine #red hood fanfiction #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd fic #jason todd smut #red hood smut

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dc-marvel-life · 1 year

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Strange Feeling

Request: Can you do a Damian x reader where they are best friends and they both like each other? Maybe some fluff

Pairing: Damian Wayne X Reader

Word Count: 1687

A/N: Another old request. Request are open right now

“Damian, I can’t go anymore. This is too much for me to do tonight, I have to call it a night” you say while closing your textbook.

“Okay we can study more next time then,” Damian says then you both put your books in your backpacks.

“Soooo,” you say looking at Damian.

“Sooo…. what Y/L/N,” Damian says looking at you with his blank stare that you have gotten used to over the years.

“Why do you still call me by my last name? You have known me for years now and we are best friends” you say back to him.

“I call everyone by their last name,” Damian says and you weren’t going to lie that it hurt a little bit hearing that.

“Anyway, I want to watch a movie. Let’s go to the theater room” you say changing the subject. You grab his hand and go to the theater room. Damian couldn’t help but feel something strange when you held his hand, but he just pushed it aside and let you take the lead.

You guys go to the theater and sit on the couch and not the theater chairs.

“Why are you sitting on the couch? We always sit in these theater chairs,” Damian pointed to the chairs that you guys normally sit in, “Dick and Barbara always sit there and I can’t imagine what is on that couch” Damian says confused.

“I wanted to try something different this time. Now come sit next to me” you say patting the seat next to you. Damian comes down and sits next to you, then you scoot closer to him. You can feel him tense up a little.

“You pick a movie while I’ll get some blankets for us,” you say and get up to go grab the blankets. Right after you said that Alfred comes in with snacks for you guys.

“Umm Alfred,” Damian says in a whisper and waves Alfred over, “Why does Y/L/N all of a sudden want to watch a movie and be close to me? Why do I get this strange feeling when they are close to me?” Damian asks Alfred in a whisper. All Alfred could do was let out a little laugh.

“Don’t worry this is normal master Damian” Alfred says and sets down the snacks with the biggest smile on his face then leaves. Leaving Damian even more confused.

“Alright, so I only could find one blanket so we have to share this,” you say coming back with one big blanket.

“What are you talking about? We have so many blankets to choose from-” Damian gets cut off by you putting your finger over his mouth.

“Just share the blanket with me Wayne,” you say and he looked at you strangely.

“Why did you just call me by my last name?” Damian questions.

“You call me by my last name, thought I would do the same back,” you say and he just nods back not liking you calling him by his last name. He likes it when you say his name.

“Did you pick a movie?” you ask and he shakes his head. He goes through the library trying to pick a movie and you guys finally find one that you both want to watch. The movie starts and you throw the blanket over both of you guys and get a little closer to him.

Damian can feel you getting closer and he tenses up not knowing what to do. It's not like this is the first time you guys have been close to each other over the years, but this time was different for Damian. The same strange feeling came back to him and he didn’t know what do to or feel.

You put your head on his shoulder and Damian's body shut down. You could feel him stiffen up and you didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable. You let out a sigh and sat on the overside of the couch.

Damian notice and was a little sad that you aren’t close to him anymore. You guys finish the movie and you look at the time.

“Well it is getting late, I am going to head home,” you say and start to clean up. You know that Alfred will do it but you feel bad about it so you help a little. You grab the blanket and put it back in the closet that is filled with blankets.

You go to Damian’s room to get your backpack then head downstairs to see Damian waiting at the door to say bye.

“Well, Wayne-” Damian stops you.

“Can you call me by my first name? I rather you call me Damian” Damian says nervously.

“Well, Damian I will see you later,” you say and give him a hug. This was normal for you guys to do before you leave, but this time it was a little more than normal. You leave and Damian goes looking for his brothers. He finds Dick and Jason in a room chatting.

“Good you guys are together, I need your help with something,” Damian says sitting down.

“Wow, Damian is coming to us for help. Can you believe it?” Jason says to Dick.

“No, I can’t. I would have thought you would go to Tim since it is “smarter” than us” Dick says putting air quotes up when he says smarter.

“Drake can’t help me in this situation. I doubt he knows what is going on, it has to deal with humans and not computers” Damian says, Jason and Dick look at each other and then sit down to see what Damian is going to ask them.

“So Y/L/N was over here earlier doing some homework for class. Once we were done, we went to watch a movie. For some reason, they wanted to sit on the couch and share one blanket when we have many. Then they were getting close to me watching the movie, and I got this strange feeling in me. All I could do was tense up and not move, and Y/L/N noticed and went to the other side of the couch. Then I got upset that they weren’t next to me and when they didn’t say my name. They just called me Wayne and it was weird. To top it all off when they hug me bye, I got the strange feeling again” Damian says out of breath at the end. Damian looks at Dick and Jason and can see that they are trying to hold back their laughs.

“Will you idiots help me here?! I came here being open with you two and you guys are laughing!” Damian shouts.

“Calm down little demon. Have you ever had a crush?” Jason asks.

“I don’t think so, why?” Damian ask.

“Well, how do you feel about Y/N?” Dick ask.

“That’s easy, I like having Y/L/N because they are just amazing. I can talk to them so easily about anything that is on my mind. We can just be in the room and not say anything and still be comfortable. Every time that we are together, I always have a great time. There is so much that I like about them that I can’t even say them all to you right now” Damian says.

“Yeah that’s a crush Damian,” Dick says and starts laughing along with Jason. Damian sighs and gets his thoughts together.

“Dick, Jason, I really need your help right now,” Damian says in a low tone. Jason and Dick both stop laughing when Damian says their first names; they know it is serious right now.

“Okay Damian, it seems like you do like them. Do they like you back?” Jason asks.

“Well they are starting to hang out with me more and getting closer to me,” Damian says.

“Of course they like Damian! Who else comes over here as much as they do and still likes to hang out with him” Dick says.

“So what should I do?” Damian questions his older brothers.

“Tell Y/N how you feel,” Dick says then Damian thanks them and leaves the room. He goes back into his room and starts to think about you. He thinks about all the time that you guys spend together, then he hears a knock on his door. He yells come in and it is Bruce.

“Hey Damian, are you ready to go on patrol?” Bruce asks.

“Not tonight, I have to do something important. I am taking the batmobile by the way” Damian says jumping out of his bed and running now into the Batcave. He quickly changes into his robin suit and gets into the batmobile. He drives to your place and climbs to the top of your building and knocks on your window.

You go up to your window and see Damian there; you open up your window and let him in.

“What are you doing here Damian? Aren’t you supposed to be on patrol right now?” you say looking at the time.

“I am supposed to be on patrol but I needed to tell you something important” Damian says and starts to get nervous.

“Must be serious since you didn’t send me a formal text” you laugh and see that Damian’s face is serious. You stop laughing and let him speak.

“So today I realize something that was right in front of me the whole time and I was blind to it” Damian pauses trying to find the words to say, “I get these strange feelings when I am around you,” Damian says.

“What kind of strange feelings?” you ask.

“The kind of strange feeling that makes me like you,” Damian says shifting side to side.

“I like you too,” you say and smile.

“No, when I mean I like you, I mean I like you like you,” Damian says to make sure you understand.

“I know Damian, I like you like you too,” you say, and Damian comes and hugs you then gives you a kiss.

“Would you go out on a date with me?” Damian asks and you say yes.

#damian wayne imagine #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne #robin imagine #robin #robin x reader #dick grayson #jason tood #bruce wayne #dc #dc comics

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naquey · 4 months

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Journey To Bethlehem "The Ultimate Deception" makes me think of like makes me think of like a scenario of either one of Dick's one night stands telling him that he got her pregnant and it's just him and Jason sort of arguing with each other the entire time, because Jason believes this is his shot at something far more normal than the batfam, meanwhile Dick thinks she's lying. (This would be the only instance I write fem reader or preg!afab!reader)

Either Two Face or the Riddler arguing with their alter egos Ed or Harvey about someone actually holding affection for them. And they're technically torn in two about it because 1) their villains, they've done horrible things, are scarred mentally/physically and 2) who would ever love them?

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ladyelissarose · 2 years

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Warnings: mentions of a dead body and blood, angst coming your way.

“The Secrets of Gotham-Unmasked”

Chp. 20

RedHood’s POV

Y/b/n wiped his gloved hands clean from the blood that seeped between his gloved fingers as he walked through the alleys of the city, he then took out his crowbar and wiped it with his jackets sleeve as he whistled letting the echo carrying his sound into the darkness of the alley.

‘Maybe... just maybe.. that’ll teach them.. to stop hurting people.. people that were good. Fucking bastards...’

Bruce’s POV

Bruce walked down to the cave and saw Alfred siting at his desk looking at the screen with a distant look in his eyes. Bruce approached him quietly and sat down next to him as he apologized for his actions earlier that day,

“I’m sorry for.. for the way I talked to you earlier... I really am.”

Alfred lifted his hand without taking his eyes off the screen and put it on Bruce’s shoulder calmly,

“I understand your anger Bruce.. and the reason behind what you did.. as far as stopping Y/n from become someone she isn’t.. and I wish you didn’t let Y/b/n go... did you forget that he’s just a boy? He’s going to be 16 on Christmas.”

“oh.. gosh he doesn’t look like it anymore... huhhh... I’m sorry Alfred, I just didn’t like what I saw in him, and you must remember that he isn’t the same person anymore.. I see that you’re tracking down his location and his vitals?”

Alfred nodded his head as he replied,

“Someone needs to keep an eye out for the boy Bruce.. plus.. he still doesn’t want to talk about Y/n.. he.. he still thinks she’s the villain in his story.”

Bruce comfortingly patted Alfred’s back before leaving his arm thrown across Alfreds shoulders. Alfred looked at Bruce to see if he was alright, for Bruce was never one to be comforting with physical actions. Until Alfred remembered, that Y/n had changed that, he let out a harmless scoff as he teased Bruce,

“I see Y/n’s made you soft.. more open, and calmer.. I’m glad she brought that out of you.”

Bruce smiled freely at the mention of Y/n’s name, he then remembered about her wanting to talk to him but never having a chance, sense she was called to work. He opened up to Alfred about it,

“Something is up with Y/n and I haven’t had a chance to talk to her about it.. but Gordon thinks it’s serious.”

Alfred turned his head away from the screen and looked at Bruce concerned,

“What do you mean?”

Sighing he went on to tell Alfred everything that Gordon had told him to the way Y/n had been behaving and saying that she didn’t want to pursue her fathers case.

“how absurd.. Y/n was the most passionate about this and now she doesn’t want it? That must mean she let Saunders go.”

“What? Why? H-how do you know?”

Alfred clicked on his computer and checked the safe house to see if it was empty, but when he looked at the screen, it showed that one person was in the house, leaving Alfred confused,

“She said she was going to let him go.. because she didn’t need him anymore.. but he’s still there.”

“What if he’s taking shelter there.. we did accidentally ruin what was left of his house.. it’d only make sense if Y/n decided to leave him there.”

“Then I shall go talk to him-“

“You don’t have to Alfred-“

“I want to, I want to know him well and see why he’s staying at the safe house.. now, while I’m gone make sure you have your things ready, I’ll be heading out Bruce.”

Bruce got up and helped Alfred into a warm long coat and handed him his gloves, then for safety measures he gave him an emergency button and a tracker. Bruce began to stutter as he wanted to press that Alfred wear the lens,

“This i-is of course.. um f-for emergencies-“

“Thank you Bruce.. thank you.. but you’ve done enough-“

Alfred then took out his pocket gun and stuffed it into his coat,

“-I’ll be fine.. more than fine.. now go take care of your duties.. I’ll be taking this to keep track of Y/b/n’s whereabouts if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind.. and.. later I’ll see if I can bring him back.. I can’t leave him out on the streets.. it’d be bull shit if he said he had a place to stay.”

“He did say that Bruce, but I don’t believe him either, I don’t even know where he was at first before we met him again. Hmmm..., I guess I’ll see you later Bruce, take care, and keep an eye out for your dear.”

“I will.. she’s out at a crime scene at the moment.”

“I thought she was going to stay home?”

Bruce shrugged his shoulders,

“I thought so too, but If work calls it calls.”

“You’re right about that.”

Soon Bruce led Alfred outside and made sure he left safely, once he was out of sight Bruce went back inside and ran to the Batcave to get ready for tonight. He had uneasy feeling but didn’t know why, so many things were happening in his life right now he couldn’t pin what exactly was causing his anxiety. But soon.. something would confirm his uneasiness.

Y/n’s POV

Y/n arrived at the scene in about 20 minutes, it was behind a shopping center at OGC, she got off her bike that was now parked next to Gordon’s car. She walked towards the crowd of officers and CSI had just showed up. The weather wasn’t too bad, the skies were cloudy but no sign of wind, snow or rain for now, so she was grateful. Now coming closer to Gordon she called out to him addressing her presence, Gordon turned around to see her and sighed in relief,

“Hey kid.. thanks again for coming in at this ungodly hour.”

She sent him a comforting smile as she replied,

“You got it boss.. and I’m.. I’m sorry for how I treated you earlier-“

“There’s no need to be sorry, I can understand the pressure and reasons kiddo, but just know that I side you no matter what ok?”

“Ok..”

“Alright now lets get to work.”

He gave her a pat on the shoulder and proceeded to say,

“So an anonymous call came in leading us here.. we couldn’t read his face because it’s literally been torn apart, but there was a letter written stating the cause for this fellows death, but we confirmed it with his fingerprints that led us to his identity.. turns out he has been wanted by the FBI for a while, he helps run the sex trafficking system.. he was one of the main ones.”

Y/n walked up to the body that was now being examined by the medical examiner, which was an older man, she took a chance to ask him as she bent down next to him,

“Do you know what exactly killed him sir?”

He scooted closer to her to show her,

“Look here, we tested the blood on his face.. and there’s signs of rust in it.”

“Rust?”

‘RedHood killed him too.. with a rusting crowbar... but why... what connects him to this case? Is he a runaway victim? He has to be... because he’s targeting all of Stewart’s traffickers... this kid is digging himself a deeper whole.’

The mans face was beaten brutally and you couldn’t even make out what was what on his face, blood spilled from his skull and the rest of his body was covered in blood as well, he literally looked like if his skin had been ripped apart, the damaged caused to this man was pure madness and vengeance. It made Y/n wince to think at how bad this RedHood really was, or mainly how cold hearted and blood thirsty he was. ‘This is completely ridiculous... who the hell is RedHood... why is he who he is?’

She turned and looked at Gordon,

“This fella here worked for Stewart’s trafficking system-“

“Yeah and Stewart’s dead too Y/n.. do you think..”

“This killer is targeting all the traffickers.. the people that worked with Stewart... but he’s not leaving us anything to lead us to him..”

Gordon pinched his nose as he marveled,

“He’s kinda good at this.. he knows the punch line to the game.. and know who to target as well.. he’s vengeful. I see he started with the boss and is going down one by one.”

Y/n nodded her head as she replied under her breath,

“He is...”

Mackenzie’s POV

He arrived at the crime scene where he was able to track her down, he told his partner to get off and do what he needed as he wanted to distract and keep both Y/n and Gordon busy. Walker left the car quickly with a bag of mystery items, and Mackenzie exited his vehicle and began to walk towards them. Gordon turned around at the approaching footsteps and when he saw Mackenzie he just about exploded with fury, but kept himself in control for Y/n’s sake, he wanted to be in complete control of his emotions to be fully paying attention to Y/n and her safety. Gordon spoke in a deep demanding tone as he stood in front of Y/n that was still talking to the examiner,

“What brings you here Mackenzie? I didn’t call you in, and it’s just a crime scene-“

“Woah woah.. sense when do you write the rules Gordon? Remember your place Jim, I can show up whenever I like.”

Y/n’s POV

Hearing the voice that made her skin crawl she stayed on the ground pretending to be occupied with the examiner, she knew Gordon would keep Mackenzie away from her, or at least she’d hope he would. The examiner noticed her change in behavior and right away moved her more away. He had been in the system long enough to know that women were always bothered by Mackenzie, and he didn’t like it, so when he could he’d try his best to avoid drama.

He lowered his voice enough for only her to hear as he said,

“I don’t trust that man with women.. I have two daughters of my own.. and I have tried my best to keep them away from him.”

Y/n’s heart warmed at his words and actions as he moved her from that area, she could only thank him,

“Thank you.. “

“Hmm hmm.. here these gloves on and just hold something for me to look busy eh?”

“Oh yeah!”

She slipped on tight black gloves and grabbed a tweezer and a evidence bag in her hand standing where she was blocked from view. And they both began to work on the body together picking up scattered pieces.

Gordon’s POV

Mackenzie tried to walk past him when he realized that Y/n had disappeared, but Gordon stopped him immediately as he asked,

“What did you do?”

“What?”

“I said, what.did.you.do? The other night, at Arkham.. something happened and you were there.”

Mackenzie rolled his eyes like an arrogant twat and huffed,

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Jim, nothing happened-“

“Then why were you in the security room-“

“Why did you leave her alone then.. huh Jim? Why... you can’t accuse me of anything If there’s no proof that I did anything to Y/n and she hasn’t said anything-“

“What do you mean you didn’t do anything to Y/n? And that there’s no proof? So you did do something huh-“

“Bullshit Jim!-“

“Then why make this conversation about Y/n now? When I never mentioned her name? Or that this was about her Bock??”

Gordon checkmated Mackenzie into silence as he realized he slipped up on his own words, but that’s when Walker came around them to say,

“Ready boss?”

Mackenzie looked at Walker and nodded his head, then he sent Gordon a mischievous smirk and replied while staring into Gordon’s eyes,

“Yes... I’m ready.”

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