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Broken Prism

Chapter 1

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Toddxfemale!Reader

Warnings: Some violence, Batman level of violence

Summary: Everyone sees the world in black and white until they meet their soulmate. Jason Todd assumed Gothamites didn't have souls let alone soulmates, so when he as Robin saves a girl from thugs attacking her school he is shocked when their eyes meet and the world is suddenly a vibrant rainbow. Before they can speak she passes out and he decides to keep her safe he has to watch from afar. Until he dies.

You saw Robin and you saw color. You knew it must be dangerous to be Robin so you let him stay away, hoping someday you could meet and at least hear his voice. Then, it's all black and white again and you mourn the loss of a soulmate you never knew.

A year later you wake up and the world is back in color. You are confused and frightened, not sure what is happening, but you know one thing, you accepted your soulmate hiding before, but now you would find him.

Notes: Hello! This Jason Todd fic is brought to you by the people see in black and white until they meet their soulmate. I thought how crazy it would drive someone to first know their soulmate is a masked vigilante, then they die and everything is back to black and white, and then its color again. That person would probably be obsessed with finding out what happened, why it happened, and who exactly their soulmate was to go off and die and then come back to life. I hope you enjoy! Comments/critiques always appreciated! PS. once again, my Jason Todd fancast is Lewis Tan (but also this GIF of baby Jason Todd brings a sweet tear to my eye)

The first day of high school could be a lot of things. The day you met a new friend, the day you get a lunch tray dropped on you, the day you have a mortifying wardrobe malfunction. What it shouldn't be was the day you almost die AND meet your soulmate. One or the other, not both. However, your life always seemed unnecessarily complicated so when a pair of armed thugs arrived, taking teachers hostage and diligently searching lockers and bags it shouldn't have surprised you. Honestly, it didn't surprise you when they found what they were looking for inside your backpack. You knew your foster dad was shady, shady enough to try and steal money from Two-Face and hide it in your bag like the coward he was. The minions took you, kicking and screaming, out a side door, dragging you by your hair. You tried to fight, swinging wildly and trying to pull away, yelping when you were yanked back easily.

"What are we taking her for? She's just some snot-nosed kid," one of the thugs said, looking around warily. "We don't have time to take a hostage, the Batman's out early today." The other minion scoffed, yanking again on your hair.

"I'm not scared of that psycho, and I want a new plaything, this one looks fun," he said. "A little young normally but she's filling out well." You felt sick rise in your throat at what he had planned for you. He pulled you ahead of the other attacker, letting him fall back to watch his back. You were rounding the side of the school towards the alley, certain you were going to horribly mutilated and murdered, when you swore you saw a shadow amidst the dumpsters.

Then you heard the other thug collapse, grunting. You tried to turn and look, worried that some other gang was coming to join the fun, but the one holding your hair threw you. Your head rocked against the brick wall of the school. You muttered out a curse as you sat down, starting to see black engulfing you, when you made contact with Robin. Before you lost consciousness you saw it, his eyes suddenly in full color, then you succumbed.

Gotham wasn't the place Jason thought he would find a soulmate. He didn't he'd ever see color in the world. Between the rich trying to buy, sell, or steal anything and everything their sick hearts' desired and the criminals who would kill you on sight just for fun he was surprised anyone, including himself, has a soul to begin with. So when black and white suddenly became color he froze, almost missing the fist coming for him face. Almost. His dodge was late, the thugs punch grazing his cheek, not enough to knock him down but enough that he felt pain in his jaw. He still recovered before the attack, throwing his own punch that was reinforced with black brass knuckles, landing true right to side of the thug's head, knocking the man down and out.

Batman looked at him, gaze dark. He dropped the other attacker on top of the first, grabbing the backpack and getting the money from it. They had been tracking this cash, needing it collected before the toxin that it was doused in caused anyone to start laughing. He promptly lit the stack on fire, making sure it burned to ash, while Jason picked up the girl and took her out of the alley, nearer to the school. He waved down the GCPD that was there and saw two officers come running, waving for an ambulance to follow them down the street. He took one more glance at her, his soulmate, before going back to the alley. Batman motioned to the building next to them and Jason followed, grappling to the roof and landing just after Batman, knowing he was going to get chewed out for at least two things.

"Brass knuckles Robin?" Batman asked. "Those are something you aren't able to use properly yet." Jason glared, but bit his tongue. Better a tongue lashing now than extra training drills in the evening. "And what happened back there? You hesitated, that isn't like you." Jason didn't answer again. The last thing he needed was Batman knowing that the world wasn't in shades of gray for Jason anymore. He could see the red of the bricks of the school, he had seen the brown in your eyes, and the auburn of your hair. He had no idea what these colors were actually called, he would have to borrow the flashcards Dick had bought when he'd met Barbara. "Start talking Robin."

"The brass knuckles are helpful, I didn't need to use more energy to take out that guy who is literally twice my size," he said. He hated to remember that while Batman was fully grown, in his mid-30s, and the peak of his physical self, Jason was still just 16, a little scrawny despite his weight training, and maybe had some growing to do. "And I don't know why I hesitated, maybe it was seeing a kid my own age almost getting her head smashed in." He was watching the EMTs carting her to the ambulance. He felt the need to follow them, make sure she was safe. He wanted to find her tomorrow and talk to her, hear what she sounded like when she wasn't screaming. Batman watched Jason as he watched the girl they saved. Something was up, but he wasn't sure what. They weren't in an area of town that Jason had ever lived, nor did he go there when he wasn't Robin so he didn't know the girl. He would have to keep an eye on his sidekick. For now he just told him to go home. He would do one last sweep of the city and make sure the tainted cash was all collected and destroyed.

Jason should have gone back to the manor, but instead he followed the ambulance to Gotham General, perching on the roof. He watched them drive inside and wished he had a change of clothes, he could at least sneak in easier. He moved to the access stairs and headed down, keeping to the quieter hallways and stairwells until he was able to find her. She was still unconscious, though it looked medicinal now. He stared at her, memorizing her face, counting every freckle, watching her chest go up and down as she slept. He heard voices in the hallway and looked back at her for a moment, silently promising her that she would safe from now on, he would make sure of it. He disappeared into a vent, heading back outside and starting back towards the manor. After about three blocks he knew that Nightwing had found him, so he stopped, waiting for his big brother to catch up.

"Batman wanted me to keep track of you little bird," Nightwing said. Jason rolled his eyes at the name but didn't say anything. It secretly made him feel special, hearing his brother call him a nickname. "So who was the girl?" It figures he had seen him in the hospital room.

"We just saved her from some of Two-Faces bitches at Gotham North high school," he said. "The asshole threw her into a wall, I looked at her and her eyes, they're the most beautiful color I've ever seen." Nightwing's eyebrows got high enough that Jason saw them peeking out of his mask.

"Going to need those flashcards, did you tell Batman?" Nightwing asked. Jason shook his head. "I get it, but he should know..."

"No Dick," Jason said. He knew that Batman would have him running laps around the grounds until he collapsed if he heard Jason calling Dick by his mortal name, but right now he needed his brother to understand how serious he was. Jason didn't want Batman to know, didn't need Batman or Bruce Wayne worrying about him, about what finding his soulmate might do to him. He would be considered a liability, too young to handle the responsibility, balance the need to see her, to protect her, with the need to keep Gotham safe. Dick had already been Nightwing when Barbara had come along, Bruce had simply told him to not let the soulmate urges distract him, and that had been enough. Jason was younger, more reckless, more unpredictable and Bruce would be waiting for him to screw up, another thing to add to the list of things Jason didn't do as well as Dick with.

"He will figure it out," Dick said. Jason stood up and shook his head, grappling away, wanting to get back home and get a shower before patrol tonight. He needed to think.

You started learning the names of colors as soon as you got home. It was amazing, seeing everything the world had to offer, so much beauty and so bright. But nothing could drive the image of Robin's eyes out of your mind. You knew that he probably hadn't come back to see you again because he was Robin. No one knew who Batman, Robin, or Nightwing were and despite being soulmates its not like he knew you, knew he could trust you. So you went about your life, telling only your closest friends that you had a soulmate. They of course questioned you on who it was but you said that it was a quick glance, no names exchanged, no phone numbers, nothing, so you weren't sure how to find him. They had plenty of suggestions that you pretended to entertain but you knew it was useless, if Robin didn't want you to know him then you wouldn't. You would gaze at every boy with dark hair and brown eyes you came across, at school, at the arcade, the library, your job at Big Belly Burger, everywhere, just trying to find someone who's eyes matched his. You never found him. Then everything changed.

It was evening, you were sitting in your room, watching a movie, once again marveling about the colors in the mountains as the camera swept over the scenery. Your new foster parents didn't understand your fascination with nature documentaries but you didn't want to tell about Robin, they would be worried you were crazy and send you back to the group home and you didn't want to be there ever again. The documentary was just changing to the ocean, your favorite part, when suddenly the world went back to black and white. Your breath stopped, eyes getting wide. You blinked once, twice, three times, but it stayed black and white. You stood, wanting to run out the door, find Robin, but you couldn't, you had no idea where he might be. You knew what had happened, the world only went back to black and white when your soulmate died. You couldn't believe this. You'd never even heard his voice and now you never would. You collapsed on your floor, tears streaming down at the future you had been imagining, all of it crashing down around you. Your parents found you like this, inconsolable, and despite not wanting to go back to the group home that's where you were taken a few days later, the world still dull and gray.

You spent the next year in gray, unable to bring yourself back to the person you had been before. You bounced around homes, therapy seeming useless for you, new parents not sure how to draw you out of your depression. Your friends told you about support groups for people who lost their soulmates, people who could help you recover, but you didn't want to. You wanted to hear his voice, feels his hand, know what his name was. It wasn't fair, nothing in your life seemed fair. You went to bed every night with dried tears on your cheeks.

Until, one day, you woke up, and the color was back.

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Jason had his hands wrapped around your waist, your hands wrapped around his chest. Both of your legs wrapped around each other.

Jason was snoring softly, you could hear his heart beating and his feeling the movement of his chest breathing against you.

You loved just laying on his chest, listening to his heart beat in the morning.

You were wearing one of Jason’s t-shirts and a pair of shorts, which you could barely see.

Jason was wearing a pair of boxers, they were ones which you brought for him for valentines day. They were red with little yellow duckies on with red and white top hats on. Around the duckies were little hearts.

You moved one of your hands, to reach up to Jason’s hair and scratch it.

Jason Todd is such a deep sleeper it’s ridiculous.

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Protective (J.T x F!Reader) P.T2

Here you go @p4inis . The (not so) long awaited sequel to Protective. I didn't do any actual smut this time around but if anyone wants to see some send me a request!

WARNINGS: Sexual innuendos, allusions to smut, Jason Todd being the best boyfriend ever, Alcohol, Smoking, Cussin, SEXUAL HARRASMENT, Reader gets slapped on the ass, Misogny, R@pe culture, violence, jason punches a POS, Jason definitly has a daddy kink....

"That's much better."

“Oh is it now?” He teases. Jason walks into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet lid. “Honestly I thought the first one was better.” 

“Oh really?” you saw, pulling out your foundation, highlighter and concealer. You pull the beauty blender out of the drawer as well. Turning on the sink, you wet the beauty blender with lukewarm water. 

“Oh absolutely babes.” Jason pulls out a lipstick and your eyeshadow pallet. “I say you go with a classic red lip tonight.”

“You want red lips too mister?” You say, taking the back of the beauty blender to apply the three pumps of foundation you put on the back of your hand. Blending it out you say “If not I'd put that lipstick back babes.”

“Why.” he says, looking at the packaging of the tube, trying to see if there is some sort of marking that says he would get red lips too. During this time you open your concealer and use the wand to apply the product. 

“That lipstick transfers like a motherfucker. Get the liquid lipstick in there. The Huda Beauty one.” you blend the concealer out with the tip of the sponge, making sure to get under your eyes as well. 

“This ones the one I bought you for our anniversary right?” he asks. Pulling out the tube from the drawer, he places it on the counter. 

“Yeah. The one you claimed was, and I quote, ‘way too damn expensive’.” Placing the cap back on the contour stick you take the other side of the beauty blender to blend the product out. “Can you get me my setting powder and brush?”

“Yeah.” Jason reaches into the drawer once more, this time returning with the products you asked for. “God that fucking lipstick was way to damn expensive though.” he places hte items next to the lipstick. 

“Yeah 20 fucking dollars was way to damn much for someting i barely ever have the occasion to wear.” you pick up the setting powder and grab the powder puff inside, baking below your eyes, between your eyebrows, over your nose, on your chin and in the center of your forehead. “I’m honestly surprised you bought it for me in the first place. I was joking about needing it.” 

“Shit, really?” he laughs

“Yeah. I wasn't even really expecting you to even remember I said something about it.”

“I'm honestly so hurt that you think I don't remember stuff like that.” Jason places a hand over his heart, pretending as if he was shot in the chest. “I literally read and annotate books for you.” 

“True.”You grab the pallet out of Jason's lap and grab two brushes out of the drawer. “But it was so menial and we were watching tv.” You open the eyeshadow and grab the fluffy brush and get some of a light brown on it, blending it out all over your eye.

“I have entire notes on my phone filled with things you say you like or want.” 

“Really?” You ask, now grabbing a darker brown to blend into your outer corner. 

“Oh yeah. I'm constantly adding shit to them. Like the Baby Yoda Squishmallow we saw at Costco last week.” he says. He remembers how your eyes lit up when you saw the massive plushie. The way you would stare at it every time you passed by once or twice trying to subtly touch the plush. 

“Oh my fucking god, I didnt even say anything about that though! How do you know about that?” lastly you take a small brush with some black eyeshadow and place it directly on your waterline, lashline and in a general wing shape, before blending it out. 

“I can read you like a book my love.” Jason look s at you with admiration. Watching as you pull your eyeliner out of the drawer and draw near perfect wings on your eyes. “And god help me if you aren't my most favorite thing i've ever read.”

“You are just the sweetest Jason Todd.” You look over at him. He's sitting there staring at you, watching you with all the admiration in the world. “God I love you Jase.” You say as you lean in to kiss him on the lips. 

“I love you too, princess.” he says. Turning away from him with a smile, you grab the lipstick, applying a layer of the red liquid to your lips. “You look so kissable right now. God, I love your lips.” you look over at him and give him a slight smile. 

“And I love the taste that comes out of both sets.” he says with a smirk. 

“Jason!” you turn around blushing. You grab your eyebrow pencil and begin filling in the shapes. “What did I say? If you keep it in your pants all night i'll let you do whatever you want with me when we get home.”

“Don't have to tell me twice.” he stands up. “Imma go start the car and get a blunt rolled. I left the jacket on your bed.”

“Okay i'll be down in just a minute.” you respond. You grab your eyelash curler and make a few quick passes on both eyes, before grabbing the mascara and applying two coats. 

You throw everything back into the drawer and grab your lipstick and the necklace you left on the counter. Walking into your closet, you grab a pair of silver heels You had bought a couple of years back. Grabbing the jacket Jason left on your bed, you grab your keys, turn off the lights, and lock up the apartment. 

The Galla is loud and boisterous. Dozens of people from Gotham are here, mostly upper class old white men and their families, but a decent amount of paparazzi and the Wayne Scholars.

“I forget how fucking annoying these things are.” Jason complains. He lightly pulls on his tie, loosening it slightly to alleviate some of the pressure. 

“You also don't like a majority of people.” you respond. 

The night had been fun so far. Once you had arrived at the party, Jason dropped the keys to one of Bruces’ Rolls Royces’ with the valet and ushered you inside, past the blinding flashing lights of the cameras. 

When you both finally made it inside you had quickly done the obligatory meet and greet with at least 15 people and quickly shuffled off towards the bar. There Jason had gotten himself a Whiskey on the rocks and you a tequila Martini. 

Now, both of you hid in the northern corner of the room, at a small table nursing your drinks. “You don’t care for most people either sweetheart.”

“True, but I'm better at hiding it than you.” you take the last sip of your martini and stand from your chair. “I'm gonna go get myself a margarita. I'll be right back, baby.” You leave a small peck on his cheek before making your way over to the bar. 

“What can I get for you Mrs. Todd?” Alex joked. You had known Alex for years, having gone to highschool with him and even having scored the leading parts in your school's play during your guys’ senior year. 

“A strawberry margarita please Alex.” you smile at him. 

“Coming right up babes.” Alex winks at you. His affection had never been anything more than friendly. Alex had come out to you as AroAce in your sophomore year. 

You had allowed yourself to get lost in memories of the past before a voice cut your train of thought short. 

“Hey pretty lady. Are you here alone?” The voice was gravely and hoarse, tainted with decades of life.

“No actually. I'm here with my boyfriend.” You respond. You shift in your seat, trying to put as much distance between you two as possible without being seen as rude.

“He couldn't take care of you like I could.” The man places his hand on your thigh, Slowly inching it upward. “I could take care of you in ways you could never imagine.” 

“Here’s your margarita Mrs. Todd.” Alex says sliding the glass towards you, making direct eye contact with the old man next to you. 

“Todd? You're here with Wayne's Son?” The man asks. 

“Yeah, I thought it would be obvious with the leather jacket but I guess not.” You snark back. You stand up and turn around to walk back to Jason when you feel something small and sharp hit your ass. 

“Fucking excuse me?” You look up to see Jason standing right behind you. “What the fuck do you think gives you the right to touch someone else like that huh?” Jason lightly pushes you to the side as to put him right in front of the grimey old man. 

“She was asking for it wearing a dress like that.” Jason clenches his fists at the comment. 

“I'm sorry, what now?” Jason asks. Jason starts to stand taller, shifting his weight and getting closer to the man now. The interaction quickly gained a crowd of paparazzi and Guests alike. 

You softly grab Jason's right hand, holding it between yours and rubbing small patterns on back. “Baby leave him. He's just an ignorant old man. He-”

“He Fucking touched you, the ugly ass fossil deserves to be beat to a pulp.” Jason seethes. The man visibly grows angry at the disrespect. 

“Who you calling old, brat?” The man now stands up, barley coming up to jason's nose. 

“You. So step off or this will get ugly.” Jason warns, pulling you behind him, now holding your hands with his left. Jason puffs up bigger, trying to intimidate the man into fucking off.

“If she wants to dress like a prostitute then she will be treated like one. She deserves everything I did to her the Whor-” The man didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence before Jason punches him square in the nose. The punch breaks the geezer's nose as well as knocking him out cold. 

“Come on baby. Let's get out of here.” you pull jason along, pulling him out the back of the venue, towards the parking lot the valets were using. “Let's go home please.”

“When we get outside, take your heels off and jump on my back.” Jason instructs. 

“Yes, sir.” You respond. Jason lets a small ‘fuck’ out before just picking you up bridal style and kicking the door open. Jason proceeds to run towards the elevator spamming the button for the basement, where Bruce leaves some of his extra civilian cars. 

“You're taking one of Bruce's?”

“It's faster than trying to track down the damn valet with my keys.” He responds. When Jason gets to the audi R8 he opens the passenger side door and sets you down gently before closing the door and running around towards the drivers side.

“Take me home, Jase.” You say when he starts the engine.

“Anything for my princess.”

When you finally arrive back at your apartment, Jason pushes you up against the wall in the entrance way.both hands on your waist “Did that bastard hurt you?”

“No sir. I'm okay.” You respond, Jason pulls his left hand from your hip and places it on your neck, applying a small amount of pressure.

“Stop fucking calling me that or ill ruin you here and now.” Jasons’ pupils are blown wide, his hands shaking slightly and the bulge in his pants grows more noticeable by the second. 

“What, are you gonna punish me?” You tease. Jason tightens his grip on your throat. He shoves your legs apart with his knee and places it right up against your clit. 

“I said dont fucking try me princess.” You giggle a bit before he speaks again. “Im not in the fucking mood so dont.”

“Or what? You gonna ruin me?” Jason pushes his knee up, pushing it harder against your pussy

“That can be arranged,” he whispers. His whole body is shaking at this point, the mix of the adrenaline and the pure lust he feels clouding his mind. 

“Then ruin me daddy.”

Those four words spark something in Jason and before you know it, you're being thrown over his shoulder and tossed on your bed.

“Just remember princess, you asked for this.”

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[creamupuffuu]

I hate reading romantic!batfam fics and the reader is one of Bruce's kids 😐

"B-B-But they're all adopted 🥺👉👈" ION GIVE A FUCK‼️❗️I will litteraly rub my bare coochie against dry cement and slurp a leather jacket through a plastic straw before I read some bullshit about Jason asking Bruce to marry batsibling!reader trust.

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Always You Pt. 1

DickGraysonxF!Reader

Warnings: Heartbreak, smut (later on), that’s pretty much it but if you find something triggering in the post please comment and I will add to the warnings!

Summary: The reader and Dick have been best friends since they were little. Dick and her have done everything together; from fighting alongside each other to spending late nights just talking about life. What happens when you can’t control your feelings anymore? Will things be the same?

A/N: To everyone out there, I’m going to write the reader as being extremely attractive, as all of you are :) I’m going to write the reader’s body type based on how I would think she would look if she trained everyday, so please be wary of that! If you would like to imagine her differently that is totally fine, just disregard any description I give. 

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Love was a hard game to figure out. Sure you’d had boyfriends; multiple, actually, but you didn’t think you loved them. You had only ever brought one person home to meet your family, and it did NOT go well. 

Your father, had been Jim Gordon’s best friend since they were five. They did everything together, and ever since then, the two were inseparable. Fast forward about 30 years, and you were just five years old. Your father had gotten a job alongside Jim at the Gotham City Police Department, and just like that, you were inspired by thought of saving lives. Not so long after your introduction to your dad’s new job, Barbara Gordon came into the picture. She was a couple years older than you; you were 5, she was 7; and because of that, your father and Jim automatically assumed the two of you would be best friends, but that was far from the truth. 

You could not stand her, and she could not stand you. When you reached the age of 13 and she reached the age of 15, you both began to train under Batman, right around the time Dick Grayson became the first Robin. And boy, were you infatuated by his 14-year-old self. He was so cute, as your 13-year-old self used to say. He had black hair, baby blue eyes, and an adorable smile that sent butterflies straight to your stomach. Yes, he was cute, but you knew immediately he was the biggest teenage flirt you had ever met. Despite his flirty personality, he seemed completely entranced with Barbara. You watched him watch her; his eyes would brighten and his lips would curl every time she did well in training, and when you had gone up against her, you could tell he was secretly rooting for her each time; and you hated it. 

Now, Barbara may have been skilled, but you definitely took the look category. Your father always told you you were going to grow up to be beautiful, adults approaching him, mouthing “she’s going to be gorgeous”, but you never really realized it until one day, after an intense training session with Barbara, you took a look at yourself in the mirror. You were just in a tiny sports bra and spandex, and your hair was probably the grossest thing ever, but it was then you realized how pretty you are. Your shoulders are broad, but not too broad, your waist is tiny, your abs are definitely there, and your legs are perfectly toned. Your face is practically perfect, and even after a sweaty workout, that was very much evident. 

About a year later, after you had just turned 14, you had called your mother on the phone telling her how you had finally gotten your period. She thanked the gods, saying she was worried you weren’t going to ever get it due to how everyone you had known had theirs by age 12. Shortly after this incident, you started to realize you had gone up a cup size in bras. And then another. And then another. You had to buy all new sports bras, and when you went from a small to a medium in bottoms, you knew something was up. 

By the age of 16, you looked like a woman. You stepped into the training room, Bruce, Dick, Barbara and the newest member of the “family”, Jason Todd, all stood waiting for you. It had been about 3 months since the last time you saw any of them besides Barbara; you took a break with your family, and of course Barbara was there as well. 

You could feel Dick Grayson’s eyes on you; his 17-year-old hormones finally beginning to kick in. You tried to avoid eye contact, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw an incredibly annoyed Babs; her arms were folded, and she was staring a hole through Dick Grayson’s head. 

“Holy boobs,” said Jason Todd, who at the time, was only 13. Dick slapped the back of his head, causing Jason to jump, “what? Do you not see that?” Dick rolled his eyes. 

Later that day, you felt confident. Dick had been shooting glances at you, looking away when you looked at him. You were so sure he had been flirting with you at training, teasing you, winking at you, and even letting his fingers linger on your waist when he went 1v1 with you. It was this very day you realized you were in love with Dick Grayson, and you were almost positive he felt some kind of feeling toward you. That night, you slipped on an oversized sweater. You had just officially moved into wayne manor, along with Babs, and you were so excited to live with Dick every day. 

Your feet silently made their way down the hall as you approached Dick’s door. You inhaled, then exhaled, your fist ready to knock. That was until the door swung open. Your heart dropped at the sight. Barbara Gordon stood in the doorway, one of Dick’s t-shirts draped over her body, her hair messy, her lips puffy, and a large hickey on her neck. A soft smirk formed on her lips before she spoke, but you didn’t hear anything she said. You peered over her shoulder at Dick, who was shirtless, just in his boxers. He had a few hickey’s on his chest, his hair messy, his lips puffy, and his cheek stained with Barbara’s cheap, color chapstick. Babs shot you an odd look before leaving, your feet refusing to move. 

“Hey Y/N, caught me at an awkward time,” he said with a chuckle, your eyes dropping as you processed what happened. Why didn’t Dick feel guilty about this? Why was he acting so normal? That’s when you realized, Dick Grayson did not love you; he did not have feelings for you. Those feelings were for Barbara, and Barbara only. Dick Grayson thought of you as a friend, which is why he could act so normal around you after catching him post-hookup session. 

A smirk formed on his lips as he leaned against the door frame. 

“You come to give me round two?” he asked with a playful smirk, causing a frown to appear on your lips. That’s when you remembered, Dick was a flirt. He was just like his father, and even though he loved Barbara, he would never let go of that playboy attitude. 

“Absolutely not,” you said as you backed up, a disgusted look on your face as you stormed off down the hallway, back to your room. It was this moment that you realized how hurt you were, and how even though, at this very moment you hated Dick Grayson, you were the most in love with him you had ever been. 

Three years later, you had just turned 19. You had been dating your first boyfriend for about 6 months now, and it was time to introduce him to the family. You invited your boyfriend to dinner at Wayne Manor, your father and Jim both attending, along with your mother. At this point, Jason Todd had died, come back to life, and had been set straight by the entire batfamily, and even though he was much more stable now, Jason was known to give others a very, very hard time. But who gave your boyfriend the hardest time was not Jason Todd; in fact, it was the last person you thought would give him a hard time; it was Dick Grayson. 

Your boyfriend was very attractive. He stood taller than Dick at 6′2, and he had wavy, light brown hair with hazel colored eyes and tan skin. He had a dashing smile, and even Babs had whispered to you how well you had done. Dick and Barbara had finally started dating, their love for each other very obvious as you watched the two of them play footsies under the table at dinner. Besides that, everything was going pretty well. Your father seemed to like your boyfriend, Bruce enjoyed talking to him about money, and even Barbara’s dad was having delightful conversations with him. Your boyfriend bonded with Jason over motorcycles, and with Barbara and your mother over how he has a little sister, he bonded with the newest Robin, Tim Drake over what his time was like at Tim’s age, but Dick sat there the entire time, his arms folded over his chest, refusing to even speak to your boyfriend. 

“She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met,” your boyfriend announced after your mother asked what he thought of you. You blushed, winking at your boyfriend before looking across the table to see Dick glaring straight at your boyfriend, his eyes rolling before he spoke for the first time. 

“How many other girls have you said that to?” Dick asked, causing the entire table to go silent. Your boyfriend just looked at him, a shocked expression on his face. Barbara hit Dick’s foot under the table, but he ignored it, continuing to speak. 

“You know you’ll never do better than her, right? You should think a little harder about your pickup lines before you use cheesy ones like that,” Dick said, causing Bruce to immediately grab Dick by the arm, leading him out of the room. You apologized over and over again, but your boyfriend just shook his head. That night, your boyfriend ended your relationship. He said it wasn’t you, but you knew exactly why he did it: pure intimidation. You knew you weren’t going to marry him anyways, so you let him go with a goodbye kiss and a hug, but it still hurt. 

So there. That was your first real boyfriend. And as you can see, it just didn’t go well. That night you went up to your room, a tear slipping down your cheek as you felt your heart sink. Maybe you didn’t love your now ex boyfriend, but you did really like him. A single tear turned to a sob, and soon enough, you were bawling your eyes out. You cried into your pillow, your mascara getting all over the pillow cover, but you didn’t care. You weren’t enough for him, and that was something you couldn’t stop thinking about. It was then that there was a soft knock on your door, 

You opened the door to an awkwardly standing Dick Grayson, his hands in his pockets, his messy hair falling in front of his face, and a sorry look. His heart broke as he noticed how puffy your eyes were and how red your cheeks looked, so he pushed past you and sat on your bed. You shut the door, turning to face him. 

“Did he-?” he asked, you nodded your head slightly, and he cursed at himself before itching the back of his head. 

“God, Y/N, I’m so sorry. This is all my fau-”

“No,” you interrupted him, “If he truly wanted me, he would’ve stayed; despite those crude comments you made. I just wasn’t enough for him.” you said with a sigh as you sat next to him, his cologne filling your senses. 

Dick couldn’t help it. He grabbed your waist, pulling you to his chest. You melted into his touch, sobbing into his shirt as he stroked your hair. He shushed you, pulling you next to him as you laid down on your bed. He let you cry into him, your hands pulling his shirt into your fists as you sobbed onto him. 

“You’re perfect,” he said as he stroked your head. “Don’t think you’re not, because you are the most perfect girl I’ve ever met,” That night you fell asleep in his arms, while Dick let Barbara go to bed alone. 

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Now, present time, your 22 and Dick is 23. The entire batfamily had moved back into Wayne Manor temporarily, since the Joker had left a major threat note to Batman about the downfall of Gotham. Bruce Wayne, as the anxious ball of nerves he is, called the entire family back to Gotham to help out. So there you sat, in your old room, the memories flooding back. In the time you had been gone, Dick and Babs had been on and off, but he always went back to her. Your father and Jim never stopped working to protect Gotham, the newest Robin, Damian Wayne, had been introduced into the family, and you had taken up your own duties elsewhere, outside of the city. 

You moved your hand to scratch an itch on your face before you sighed, standing up. It was time to face the people you had been dreading to see. Alfred had greeted you, and after that, you went straight to your room.

It was dinner time, and you knew you were going to have to face your teammates. You put on a light layer of makeup before walking out of your room. 

The first person you ran into with Bruce, who you greeted with a hug and a “how are you doing?”. Next, you met the newest member, Damian, who even though appeared stand offish, he was sweet to you. You said hi to Tim, before you continued into the kitchen. It was then that your eyes fell upon a very tall, a very buff, and a very attractive Jason Todd. 

“Jason?” You asked as he approached you, flashing a pearly smile before bringing you in for a hug. “You look so different!” You said as he chuckled. 

“Yeah, I’ve been getting that. How have you been?” He asked as you smirked at him. 

“Oh, ya know, stuff,” you added, causing a chuckle to escape from his lips. “About to turn 20?” You asked as he nodded his head. 

“Soon,” he said before smirking at you. “You look good. You always look good, but you look real good now,” he said, a blush forming on your cheeks. 

“So do you,” you replied. Then, you peered over his shoulder. There stood a very handsome Dick Grayson. He had definitely gotten more built, and he looked incredible. You felt the butterflies form in your stomach, and you immediately wanted to throw yourself in his arms. 

But, you resisted. He hadn’t even reached out to you since you had last seen him, about two years ago. He smiled when he saw you, hugging you tightly as you approached him. 

“How’s Babs?” You asked, his smile growing wider. 

“Just perfect.” he added. 

And there stood Barbara Gordon, a sparkly diamond on her finger. 

#dickgrayson #dickgraysonxreader #dickgraysonsmut #dc #batfamxreader #batfam #jasontoddxreader #nightwingxreader #fighter!reader #f!reader #dcfanfic

[brennenscolby]

Mrs. Officer [M]

A/N: This is like the second smut I've written this month and I'm honestly not ashamed of thirsting over this man...even though I should be (ToT) Anyways, as always, enjoy;)

Word count: 3,156

Summary: Red Hood has some fun with the officer he’s had his eyes on.

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Time: 2:37am

Location: Upper West Gotham

Lighting struck down, thunder following suit as the GCPD shook from external tension.

Your arms were placed above your head, wrists clamped with silver cuffs that thwacked against the cold brick wall rather noisily. Shaking your head in irritation, you cursed yourself, realizing what a mistake it was to give the notorious Red Hood a bag of so called chips he wanted from the vending machine. He had tricked you as soon as you had stepped into his jail cell, restricting your arms with your own cuffs and backing you against the cold, hard wall.

How could you have been so foolish?

Everything occurred so quickly, you almost couldn't process it.

Nonetheless, you attempted pulling, -tugging-, do anything to free your pinned wrists, but it was no use.

Even if you did free yourself, you probably still wouldn't have left. You knew you wanted him badly. And quite frankly, the outlaw knew it too.

Oh, the many days you spent on your lonesome, playing with yourself in bed with your mind high off the thought of him, and him only.

He wasn't any good for you, especially when you represented security and protection to gothamites, and he represented fear alongside intimidation to blood thirsty criminals. Yet, at the back of your mind, you knew that you wanted him to taint and tarnish every inch of you.

A thick, playful chuckle caught your attention, dragging your eyes back towards the attractive, yet menacing vigilante who towered directly over your shifting form. Your gaze narrowed as he crossed his arms, biceps flexing from the simple small gesture. A few scratches scattered over his typical attire, some barely grazing the sharp features of his face,

"You know sweetheart",

he taunted smoothly, providing an answer to your unasked question, "I could've escaped whenever I wanted to. But, I didn't. Because," stray, messy strands of black hair tumbled over his brows as he neared, looming over you in a threatening, yet sensual, manner, "I wanted you for myself" he whispered huskily, voice effortlessly dropping down an octave.

Your heart pounded against your chest, attempting to break free of its own restraints. You swallowed thickly, squishing your body further into the cold wall behind. The rational,-police officer-, side of you forced you to back away, in fear of losing your job and every single accomplishment you had achieved. However, the erratic,-bad girl-, side of you wanted to get closer, let him mark you as his own. God, your legs even trembled at the simple thought, growing even weaker from the extended period you had been standing.

For months on end you had gotten to know the vigilante, -through numerous arrests-, and as a result, a connection emitted between the two of you, -followed by of course-, sexual tension.

His large, gloved hands hovered over the zipper of your navy jacket, suggestively tracing the curve of your waist,

"Do you want me to touch you?", he questioned, making no mistake to earn your approval. You begrudgingly nodded, feeling as satisfaction and cockiness radiated from him.

He hungrily unzipped the middle of your uniform, gradually revealing the tight-fitting black lace bra that held up your full, tender breasts. The gun wedged firmly between them only did more to enrapt him,

"Fuckin shit, officer", he eyed the pistol, the muderous mechanism contrasting sharply against your lovely, plump busts,

"You're making me so damn hard",

You swung your head to the side in embarrassment, flush already crawling over your neck and cheeks. For so long, you had fantasized over his gloved hands, wanting to feel the firm and tight hold he kept on his guns, on your chest, and now, you would finally get to perceive what you had anticipated.

Yet, with that being said, denial was something you wanted to continue pursuing, but, you knew deep down it was only to mask the true desire you yearned for.

For the next few heated seconds, you reluctantly avoided his gaze, watching as he urgently pulled the gun from your bra and tossed it aside, no longer targeting it as a prime objective. Instead, he made sure your eyes met with his again as he focused attentively on your bare, vulnerable breasts, enthralled by their beauty.

His large, calloused hands laid themselves down against your waist once more, toying with the zipper that rested just below your belly button. You automatically clenched your legs together, attempting to dull the chilly sensation his hands sent straight to your drenched core.

It was your duty to stop the outlaw, yet here you were, resisting the urge to do so and accepting his sexual touches with open arms. The corners of the vigilante's mouth quirked up at your reaction, compelling him to roughly cup your right breast and harshly tug on a taut, covered nipple, obtaining a soft whimper from you in the process,

"You wanted this, didn't you, officer (L/N)?", his hands sharply tugged the rest of the bra below your busts, exposing your ample breasts to the cold air. You bit your lip in anguish, resisting the fiery urge to arch your body into his,

"You wanted me to fuck you", he rasped, pupils blown wide with want. Cupping your cheek assertively, his lips crashed animalistically against yours, teeth clashing within the process. You gave no second thought to your morals as you melted into it, hazy eyes fluttering closed.

After momentarily relishing the savory taste he provided, he abruptly pulled away from your swollen lips, almost as if he were punishing you for your lack of confirmation before opting on nipping and abusing the skin below your earlobe,

"I want an answer, doll. Tell me how badly you wanted me to fuck you",

You bit your lip, stubbornly shaking your head in denial,

"N-no. You're w-wrong. I-", a hand made its way over to your chin, gently tugging you towards him, "Am I though?", he whispered wantonly, the hot air traveling over your ear and down the crook of your neck, "All that time you flirted with me and teased me with that cute little ass", you pursued your lips as he suddenly leaned down, wet lips latching around a hard, swollen nipple. You sucked in a breath, digging your nails into the palms of your binded wrists. His teeth occasionally grazed the taut bud, allowing combinations of pain and pleasure to pulsate through your veins,

"You didn't want me, to touch you?", the outlaw looked up at you through his lashes as he suckled down, swirling his tongue over the nipple every few seconds, "I've seen the way you look at me, doll. With want, adoration", he pulled away from your breasts with a loud, smacking sound, his hands replacing his mouth as they tugged, pulled and squeezed your soft mounds, "Lust", he spoke sharply, icy blue eyes staring into your face once you finally submitted into him, your facade breaking into a contortion of pleasure. The vigilante's lips pulled up at the reaction he received, honored that he got to see you that way. A soft, airy moan fell from your lips, followed by a helpless whimper as he continued touching you in ways that no criminal should ever touch an officer,

"Y-yes", you finally admitted, squirming from underneath his strong, muscular form,

"I w-wanted Red Hood to fuck m-me",

Upon hearing your rather submissive affirmation, his lips messily, and sloppily, kissed the soft skin of your neck, a few nips and tugs marking your skin flush with deep purples and reds, "attagirl.", he murmured lecherously, perspiration easily setting a thin layer across your entire body, "You sound so fuckin hot, officer", you furrowed your brows in disdain at his faint mockery of your title. Just as you opened your mouth to retort, a desperate whine pulled through you as he lowered to his knees, nipping and kissing the little trail from your stomach to your panties, your pants long discarded. Just when you thought he couldn't turn you on anymore, he roughly tugged your hips forward before pushing your soft thighs apart, presenting himself with a clear view of your soaking cunt. His mouth came hot and harsh on your inner thighs, tongue tasting the slick skin. Bringing a finger up, he slowly swiped at your slit through your underwear, leaving you a whimpering, whining mess,

"You're so fuckin wet, baby doll", the vigilante gave you lopsided smirk, openly and suggestively, licking the moist digit. You moaned softly at the sight, further watching as his calloused hands feverishly tugged your panties down your smooth legs,

"A-ah",

He chuckled lowly, watching the way your cheeks darkened in elation. The vigilante seemed to enjoy breaking your walls down, and forcing you to reveal how much you've wanted him.

You couldn't resist him. And he couldn't resist you.

Upon hearing the soft noises you began to emit rather loosely, he groaned heatedly, incredibly turned on by your sweet voice. Rising to his full height, he pulled his cock out from between his trousers, giving it one hard tug before bucking his hips froward in agony. You marveled at the sight of his thickly veined length, lips puckering in anticipation. He simply stood for a moment, almost as if he were proudly allowing you to get a good glimpse, before openly pumping the pulsating head of his cock with a tight fist, all the while looking down at you with dark, hooded eyes. Blush further flooded your cheeks when he flashed you a seductive smirk, simultaneously licked his lips hungrily. As if he couldn't take the pain you caused him anymore, he grabbed your legs greedily, wrapping them around his hips as he guided his cock closer to your soaking slit.

"Do you want my cock, princess?", he licked your ear, sending a sizzling shiver down your spine, "Do you want me to pound you against this wall?", you panted, needily pushing your hips closer to his for some friction. Using your arms, you fervently looped them over his head, tightly clinging to his neck for dear life. The vigilante smirked against your skin, gently backing away before guiding his cock closer by just a smudge.

What a tease,

"Y-yes.", you whimpered desperately, the facade you had originally put on, long gone,

"P-please fuck me. I need your cock inside of me", you begged sweetly, lips swollen and glistening. Your thighs trembled, slick already collecting on either side,

"Dammit, (Y/n)", he cursed, jaw clenched with thirst as he used your name for the first time that evening,

"You look so beautiful like this"

He smacked your ass harshly, leaving the skin a deep throbbing red. You moaned from the coursing pain, feeling as your juices dripped from your cunt. Furrowing his brows in concentration, he leaned his forehead against yours, nudging the swollen head of his cock with your tight entrance. Pre-cum promptly collected at your folds from the action, forcing you to mewl, writh, and arch your back impatiently. Gritting his teeth, he slowly pushed his entire length inside of you, overwhelming your cunt with the stretch you desperately starved for,

"Shit, princess. You feel so tight around my cock", he nipped at your lip blissfully, artic eyes boring into yours. Excitement raced through your veins at the one single look he threw your way, propelling your impulse. A loud moan sweetly spewed from your mouth, echoing across the cell as he fully nudged your tight walls apart, cock snug deep between your legs. Giving one long thrust, he pulled back, leaving your heart to weigh with longing for a split second before deliciously burrowing the hilt of his cock back into your cunt. You cried out lustfully, carelessly throwing your head back against the wall as he powerfully, and skillfully, prodded your slick entrance,

"J-Jason", you whimpered out, long-drawn out moans following suit as your thighs trembled from the convulsions happening within,

"Don't s-stop",

Hot, heavy pants traveled over your chest once he captured a swollen nipple back into his mouth, tongue ravaging the sweet little bud. Your hands mindlessly knotted themselves within his disheveled hair as you grinded on his cock, maximizing the pleasure. Consequently, the vigilante growled sexily against your ear, quickening his pace,

"You like being a bad girl, huh?", Jason grunted, firmly pressing his broad, emblem covered chest flush against your perked breasts. You nodded breathlessly, eyes scrunched closed in pleasure,

"Only f-for you", the vigilante looked up appeased, half-lidded eyes taking in and consuming the sight of your stunning, pleasured face. A low groan of elation made its way to your ears, wetting your pussy even more than before. The male could only wonder what other faces you would make if he gave you a proper fucking in his bed. Gripping your hips tightly, he gave one particularly sharp thrust, leaving you crying for more. Wet, squelching noises were quick to follow, the sound of skin slapping growing louder and louder. He grabbed your chin, smirking when your flustered features twisted in another spout of pleasure,

"I wanted you for such a long time. Those smarts and that pretty little face."

You gasped loudly, arching your back off the wall as his nails brutally dug into your ass, creating delectable indentions. His strong hand further surprised you, obtaining a sweet cry from your parted lips once he gave your throat a pleasurable squeeze,

"I wanted it all, princess", your head lulled to the side, mind hazed with how well he thrusted into you. Here you were, getting fucked against a jail cell wall by Red Hood. Although the action was long passed from 'disrespectful', you didn't care and you couldn't complain. You liked the animalistic aspect of a dangerous and merciless anti-hero, taking you against the wall and making you his. He was your drug, and you weren't going to give it up anytime soon,

"I wanted you too, Jay", you confessed weakly, cupping his jaw with your cuffed hands,

"I wanted you s-so much", He looked at you with longing, staring into your soul as if you were the only one who mattered. Resultantly, the vigilante continued pounding into you rigorously, the slope of his cock nudging your sweet spot so swiftly. Your mouth fell slack, an instant, loud moan roaring out as he slammed into you wantonly, his hands now holding your ass for support. Your toes curled as your abdomen twisted and flexed, pussy fluttering with need. Tilting your head, you gently nipped at the male's neck, earning a low moan in return. Delirium showed through on his face as his brows etched apart, a low, rapturous growl falling from his lips in elation. You admired with satisfaction, proud of the way you reduced him to mush. Eager to satisfy your fixation, Jason tended to your body, going as far as placing wet kisses across your collarbones affectionately. Your thighs thudded down against his from the way he forcefully rocked you, breasts bouncing in his face. Incoherent words tumbled from your lips as you buckled forward against his chest, so close to the sweet release you desperately chased. The male was quick to notice, his skilled fingers already working the delicate bundle of your clit, propelling you to reach the edge, "Cum for me, doll. Show me how much you wanted me."

You stifled a cry, feeling as you walls twitched and clamped down on his cock rather tightly. In doing so, he gave a long throaty groan, head falling limp in the crook of your neck as his cock pulsed inside of you and filled your womb with hot spurts of cum.

Your hands tightened around his biceps, overstimulation stuffing your cunt full as he rolled his hips one final time. His cock gradually softened inside of you as you both caught your heaving breaths, euphoria engulfing your forms.

Jason was the first to come down, slowly and gently sliding out of your throbbing clit. You whimpered weakly as he did so, feeling drops of his seed dribble down your cunt and asshole. Upon seeing your hands, he gently uncuffed your wrists, leaning down to press a soft kiss inside of each as if he were apologizing for putting them on the first place. You smiled at the action, not having minded the cuffs in the first place, -though you used them to your disposal for the foreplay-.

Grabbing your stumbling form, he carefully carried you to your desk, perching your figure on the edge  before helping you clean up.

When fixing your clothes, you thanked him quietly, taking a few deep breaths to calm your erratic heartbeat. All the while, Jason stared at you with crossed arms, his heart skipping a beat when your eyes met with his,

"I think I'm alright now", you weakly chuckled, averting your eyes bashfully. Just seconds ago he had fucked you against a jail cell wall and here you were, feeling insecure once more,

"You sure, doll?", his eyebrows etched together in concern as he examined your expression. You chuckled, finding his worry to be very cute and wholesome,

"You're acting like I won't be able to walk after that", you accused in a joking manner, watching as he adjusted his guns into their holsters. He arched a brow at you, stifling a cocky, lopsided smirk,

"That was kinda what I was going for, sweetheart",

You scoffed, turning your head to hide your blush. He chuckled heartedly, positioning himself to stand between your legs. In a small furtherance, you leaned up, kissing his cheek softly,

"Seriously, I'll be fine. Thank you."

Jason hummed, looking down into your eyes lovingly,

"Not a problem, doll",

After a few seconds, he solemnly pulled out of your embrace, slipping his helmet on before trailing his form over to the window,

"You're leaving for patrol, right?"

He visibly tensed at your words, heaving out a sigh,

"Yeah. Someone might suspect something if I stay any longer",

"I know", you spoke, understanding that he didn't want u to lose your job and you didn't want to either. Grabbing a few papers, you mindlessly fixed them into place, focusing your attention away,

"But, just a reminder," he tilted his head, eyes taking in your turned figure,

"This won't be the last time we meet",

You chuckled, leaning down to grab the coffee mug on your desk. Just as you turned back to look at him, all you found was the cold wind, which came whisking in from the newly opened window, alongside a soft, dark whisper,

"Not like this anyway"

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[batnations]

Slow Dance

Pairing: Jason Todd x Female!Reader

Characters: Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne

Request: If you're taking requests can you do a Jason Todd reader where they're at a Wayne gala and Jason slow dances with the Reader (bonus: jealous Jason)

Warnings: None

A/N: sadly there is no jealous jason here but i had fun writing this and i hope you guys enjoy !

your vermilion, rounded lips carved into a poised smirk as you steal a glance of yourself through the mirror positioned in front. you were clad in a black, tight mermaid silhouette with crystals scattered along your waist, illuminating any presence of light. your luscious hair was styled with luxurious, loose curls in the ends. your beguiling orbs gleamed with jubilance and enthusiasm for tonight. you please yourself with a twirl, keeping your eyes on the mirror to watch how the dress flowed ever so elegantly. 

today had been one special night for you, the first time your boyfriend, jason, asked you to go to a gala with him. however, it wasn’t just any gala but his dad’s gala, bruce wayne. you could tell that jason was never really fond of his father but getting a chance to meet him was something special to you. you wanted to get to know him more, especially the people he considered family and friends. this gala was your way of doing just that even if he didn’t seem to enjoy them at all.

your thoughts are interrupted as the bell rings, signaling you to dash to the door. as you reach the door you hear a low muffled sound which you could not interpret. you open the door, the face of a grinning young man emerging with his dashing aqua blue eyes and ebony locks. you tilt your head to the side with a soft smile.

“hey beautiful,” jason greets huskily before entering and wrapping his arms around your waist. “you look amazing.” 

your cheeks flushed, tinted a rosy hue before giving him your signature smirk and placing your hands behind his neck, “so do you.” jason wore a black tuxedo along with a bow tie around his neck and a rose was tucked in his pocket. you planted a single kiss on his lips before taking a step back, “thank you for inviting me, i know you don’t really enjoy going to your father’s galas.” 

jason gently shakes his head, “you’re the only reason i’m looking forward to tonight.” he beams before continuing, “besides i think i’ve been getting the hang of not entirely hating the gala, just most of it.”  

“i hope tonight isn’t as dreadful as you make it sound.” you tease with a giggle, before nudging your elbow against his arm.

he winces then starts to chuckle, “only the part where he speaks for hours on his success and his company, wayne enterprises.” he brings his bent elbow to your side, allowing you to wrap your arm around him. “shall we, my lady.” he says coyly as you shake your head playfully.

“yes, we shall.” you respond, exiting from your apartment and walking to the black limousine waiting for the both of you.

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“woah…” you say astonishingly, your eyes widen in surprise as you look around the ballroom. ivory marble was spread all along the ballroom, illuminating such bright light that it glowed white. your eyes could not help itself from looking at every corner of the room, pure excitement manifested upon your gentle features. jason softly smiles at your reaction as you exclaim, “this is so beautiful!”  

“not as beautiful as you,” he responds cheekily before placing his hand on your chin. 

you turn your head to the side, flustered, then look into his eyes with a raised brow, “when will we be able to steal the floor with a slow dance?” you hum, “i’ve always wanted to do that in a nice place like this.”

“we’ll have our chance once bruce’s speech is over, which will take hours.” he responds with sarcasm and you sigh.

“come on, don’t be so rough about your old man.” you then take a seat in one of the round tables blanketed with white clothes and elegant golden chairs tucked underneath, scattered along the room. they were all facing a large stage with a wooden stand in the middle.  

“hey, i’m not,” he sighs as he interlocks his fingers with yours, finding your places to sit. “it’s just that i get really bored” 

“well have no fear, as long as you have me you’ll never be bored.” you wink.

he chuckles, “why thank you, ms. [l/n].” 

“of course, mr. todd.” 

you both take a seat directly in front of the stage, watching as bruce walks to the stand and introduces himself to the thousands of guests joining them. “welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to wayne's annual ball…” his voice blends into the background as he speaks about the success of wayne enterprises and how well gotham has been doing with the decrease in the crime rates percentage.

you gently lean your head against jason’s shoulder. you slowly close your eyes, the voice of bruce’s echoing along the spacious room. although you had to admit, jason was right about bruce’s speech being the boring part, tonight you felt happy spending time with him. you knew this was the chance to get to know him better, to know what he always did with his father and how he felt about it. 

you and jason had been dating for around five months, although you were together for barely that long you knew your relationship was serious and real. at least, that’s how you felt about it. jason was charismatic, kind, and gentle with you but at times with other people he would get cocky and sarcastic. for some reason, you loved that part of him. you knew he was different from a lot of people, he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind and say what he felt or thought, he always spoke up when he thought someone was up to no good.  

jason was special and unique compared to anyone you’ve ever met and you knew basically all his secrets. that he was the second robin killed by the joker and resurrected by the lazurous pit thanks to talia and ra’s al ghul. knowing about his hero alias and secret identity was not a problem for you, after all you were part of the superhero gig yourself.

“ugh,” you groan, tilting your head even closer to his. “this feels like an eternity of boredom.” you chuckle during half the sentence, receiving a smirk from jason.

“i told you so,” he replies in a matter of fact tone. “are you still happy i brought you here?” he questions with a sincere smile along his lips.   

you simply nod in response, “of course i am.” you allow your hand to find its way to his, gently grabbing it in an assuring gesture. “i’m so glad to be here, you have no idea. i know you think it’s a bad idea to invite me here because you yourself don’t even enjoy it, but don’t worry. i have an idea.” 

“and that idea is?” he inquires.

“hmm,” you hum softly, turning your head to two large wooden doors in the middle behind you. “there’s an exit and maybe another ballroom like this for us to use all to ourselves.” a mischievous grin slithers it’s way to your painted scarlet lips. 

“so you’re saying let’s ditch this place and find another all to ourselves.” he returns the gesture among his features. “i’m down, but what exactly are we going to do there?” he raises a brow.

“we dance.” 

that was the last thing either one of you said to each other as you grab his arm and run to the doors. for some odd reason, you did not make a scene for when you rushed out it was exactly at the time bruce’s speech ended, the audience clapping and cheering for him. a giggle escapes your lips as you both find your way though a small hallway to another ballroom. it was around the same size and design as the one you were in but without any decorations or furniture. it was completely empty.

you look around the vacant room then back at jason. you’ve never really seen him enjoy himself. what joker had done to him had damaged jason tragically and it broke you to see him the way he was because of it. jason was different since the joker, even if you hadn’t dated him at the time you could still see the difference as a friend. when he was young he enjoyed life to its fullest, he came from the streets where he had nothing and when bruce gave him a place to call home he was thankful for that. even through the bad times, he always saw the good in it too.

but since the joker he had changed, it seemed that all he could see was the bad. what he did wrong, what he could do better at, who he wasn’t as good as. he always had to look for something inside of him that was a flaw and pick on himself for it. you still loved him, more than anything but you wanted to see him happy. you didn’t want to see him compare himself to the first robin, dick grayson. you wanted him to see himself as jason peter todd, a man like no other. however, for that to happen you needed to help him. you needed to make him happy again and remember who he was. for too long he compared himself to dick, thinking of himself as a failure. you wanted to change that.

and you were going to.

you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing yourself closer to jason as he wraps his around your waist. you smile softly, lightly leaning your forehead against his. “we’ve never got the chance to dance. at least not like this.” 

he slowly moves his head away, tilting it slightly as he asks, “how can we dance when there’s no music.” 

“fear not,” you assure, bringing your phone out. “there’s something called spotify, you should try it sometime.”

jason laughs sarcastically, “haha, very funny.”

you start to play a slow song, ‘wonderful tonight’, bringing your arms around his neck once again and swaying left and right. “i barely ever see you enjoy yourself, you’re so focused on being the perfect soldier.” you sigh, looking directly into his ocean orbs. “just for once, focus on something else. you’re you, jay, and i love that.”

jason smiles, nodding his head. “i love you too, [f/n].” he brings his face closer to yours, “if it makes you happy i’ll focus on something else.”

you shake your head, “it should make you happy.”

“being with you makes me happy enough.”

you both chuckle softly, the music playing in the background as you both dance. “i’m glad.” you brought your lips to his, kissing softly and passionately as you both slowly sway along to the song. you break the kiss, whispering close to his lips, “i love you jason todd, thank you for tonight.”

and with that you continue to dance with him, love in both of your eyes with your arms wrapped around each other. tonight he finally wasn’t the second robin or red hood but jason todd and that was all you could ever ask for. 

#jasontodd #jason todd #jaybird #jasontoddimagine #jasontoddimagines #jasontoddxreader #redhood #redhoodxreader #redhoodimagine #redhoodimagines #batfamily #batfam #gala #brucewayne #nico writes

[dimensiongunsstuff]

So I was reading a Batboys x reader oneshots book the other day, like a long time ago, on Wattpad. But someone just commented on it, making me reread my comment. And I can't tell you how proud I am of this.. 😂🤣

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Too fill you in. Something traumatic happened to the reader, Jason saved 'em, and is now comforting them while they cry.

Credits for the original story go to @The_CrazyBitch on Wattpad.

#jasontodd #xreader #dc #dconeshots #jasontoddxreader

[tremendoussaladtyrant]

Jason Todd x reader - Patrol and the flu DON’T mix

I am well aware that piece is a bit on the short side compared to the 1000+ word fics I usually write but it is 12 at night and inspiration struck too late for me to think off any more dialogue between Jay and the reader so rip. Also can we just appreciate tat finally I’m writing something that isn't Sirius Black based (woop woop I am evolving!) ps. (V/N) is vigilante name.

You knew it was a dumb idea but that didn’t stop you carrying it out. Being in the process of getting over a nasty case of the flu, Jason had ordered that you rest (practically putting you on bed arrest). This didn’t sit well with you – as he knew it wouldn’t – because crime doesn’t rest just because your body decides it needs one. You knew he would be angry when he found out and you knew he would scold you for disregarding the doctors’ orders but you were feeling slightly better and your temperature had finally gone down so one hour of patrol just to check that everything was alright in your sector of the city couldn’t hurt, could it? Well yes it could but the only thing hurting would be your ears when Jason found out. It wasn’t like your sector of the city wasn’t being patrolled either because both Jason and Dick (who had been stopping in Gotham for the past two weeks) had both extended the reaches of their patrols to cover your area in its entirety. Despite all this here you were perched on a roof top, looking down at the decollate street below.

You felt slightly dizzy as you made the jump to the adjacent roof top but that was all and you cleared the surrounding area with ease. Having stepped out of the half of your sector you knew Dick had been set to patrol, you cross into Jason’s knowing full well that if you are caught you will be treading on thin ice with your easily angered boyfriend. It was times like these when you really wished your vigilante costume was all black instead of the colours it actually was.

Jason could be near you constantly reminded yourself as you tried to be stealthy whilst you leaned off a roof top to try and get a better view of the street below. You wavered slightly but managed to steady yourself as you placed a hand on the ground.

“(V/N)?” You nearly took a nose dive off the roof and would have almost certainly taken the plunge if Dick hadn’t been there to steady you. “Woah there, steady. I thought you were on bed rest.”

You grimaced inwardly before you stood up, turning to look at Dick.

“Yeah about that,” you said brows creasing slightly as you rubbed the back off your head in an awkward manner. Dick raised an eyebrow at you under his mask.

“You should probably head home before Jason catches you.”

“Please don’t tell him,” you pleaded, knowing all too well that if you begged for long enough then you would get your way.

“Bit too late for that, sweat heart.” You heard someone say behind you and straight away you tensed up.

“Jay, fancy seeing you here,” you awkwardly said whilst you refused to make eye contact. You could only imagine the disapproving look plastered on his face behind that red helmet of his.

“I seem to recall you being on bed rest,” Jay said stiffly as he tried to conceal his anger.

“I was feeling better and my temperature has gone down, I swear. I just thought that maybe I could give my sector a once over because you boys are so busy with yours that you could have missed something. Not that your incompetent or anything but…”

“Enough.” You heard Jason say sternly. “Nightwing do you mind covering the last bit? I’m taking her/him home.”

“Yeah sure, Littlewing. Get well soon (V/N).” With that Dick jumped off from the roof all three of you had been standing on.

“Redhood, I’m sorry.” You tried to apologise as you reached out for one of Jason’s hands. He shook your hand off before he turned away from you.

“We will talk about this when we get home.” He said irritated. “If you feel even the slightest bit dizzy, hot or cold you stop and you tell me, okay?”

“okay,” you responded because you didn’t want your boyfriend any more annoyed then he already was.

“Good, you go first.”

It didn’t take long for both of you to arrive at your shared house and for both of you to have slipped through the window.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Jason said to you the moment you were both safely inside with the window latch closed.

“I just wanted to get out, I have been trapped in here for ages.”

“Not good enough. What would gave happened if you had to engage in a fight and had passed out, huh? Fat lot of good that would have done you and the person you were trying to help.”

“Alright, I’m sorry okay. I get it and I’ve already apologised once isn’t that enough.” You yelled at him defiantly.

“You could have died!” Jason yelled back fists clenched.

You sighed and rubbed your temples. “I know, I’m truly sorry Jay. It won’t happen again – well at least not until I’m well enough to go out.”

Jason pulled off his helmet and discarded his jacket on your living room sofa before he brought you into a hug. You leant into his embrace and wrapped your hands around his abdomen.

“Lets just go to bed, yeah?” you said whilst you pressed your head against Jason’s toned chest. He grunts in response. You both quickly disposed of your vigilante outfits and shared a quick shower to get all the sweat off your bodies before you practically threw yourself into the warm embrace of your comfy duvet and pillows.  

#jason todd #jason x reader #dc #dc imagine #dc imagines #dc x reader #jason todd x reader #batfam #dickgrayson #vigilante #x reader #jasontoddxreader #red hood #redhood #redhood x reader #nightwing

[sugako]

Easy

Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Reader A/N: Reader has been watching hired to watch the Red Hood and finds him at a bar. Warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, some angst (at the very end)  WC: 2282

You spotted that tuft of pure white hair from across the club. He was easy to find anywhere. He had no idea. Only a week ago you had crouched twenty feet above him, peering through the thinnest crack in the floor just to see him pull the mask off. You knew that hair and those strong shoulders. The way his eyes met yours through the sea of people you began to wonder if maybe he did know something. There’s no way. He never saw me. He doesn’t know who I am, no one here does. 

Maintaining eye contact, Jason began his slow walk toward you. Rolling your eyes, you spun around in the barstool back toward your drink. Inside, your heart was pounding. No, you thought, it’s just because you’re all dressed up as his dream girl. Pretty, shiny expensive jewelry, perfectly straight, long hair… it’s all fake. He is a son of Bruce Wayne, after all, he has a type. A small tap on your shoulder calmed your wandering mind. Like a mouse bumbling straight into a trap, he came to you. Slowly, you dragged yourself around to face him. “Can I help you?” “You looked lonely, I thought I could help if you like.” His words were slow and sloppy. This was a good time to catch him. You played into the lonely girl ideal he seemed to desire. “My friends have all found someone tonight, so I guess I am. But I wouldn’t want to be a bother. I’m sure you have tons of people lined up for you.” “No,” he answered quick and rough. “No, I don’t have anyone lined up.” You smiled demurely and pulled the sweater that was draped on the stool beside you. “Take a seat then. What’s your name?” “Jason, but you can just call me Jay. What’s yours?” He put an elbow up on the bar and rested his flopping head on top of his fist. You imitated him, and he let out a small chuckle. “I Y/N. What are you drinking, Jay?” “Vodka, straight.” His light blue eyes drilled into yours. The rest of him seemed so gone, but his eyes were so bright. Your lips curled into a tight smile as you flagged down the bartender. “Ma’am, can we have two shots of vodka? On my tab.” She nodded and reached under the bar for the glasses. “Oh my god, no, I’m here to help you not be lonely.” “Mmm, it’s the least I can do for your company.” He grinned like a dope and snatched the glass up from the bar. You copied. Jerking and splashing some of the alcohol over the edge he clinked his glass to yours before you both threw the drinks back. Neither of you winced at the taste. “Would you like to find someone tonight?” He asked, reaching out to place a hand over your thigh. “Ya know, I had my eyes on this amazing looking guy with white and black hair, but now he’s just sitting with a lonely girl at the bar.” He bit his lip. The action shouldn’t have made you inhale as sharply as you did. With painful slowness, he dipped in to whisper in your ear, his lips grazing your skin. “That guy would make her less lonely if she wanted.” Your heart was pounding. Usually, you were more controlled, but there was something about Jason Todd that pushed you. He dragged his face away from yours and kept a tight distance. One of his eyebrows cocked up, asking. “Yeah.” You answered, breathless. “Yeah?” His mouth wound into a grin. Your hand found its way to his stiff, denim jeans and rub hard circles into his muscular thighs. “Yeah.” “Let’s go then, Y/N.” “We can go to my place, it’s just around the corner.” You shot in quickly. He needed to be at your ‘apartment’, the boss had demanded every detail be pristine. Business aside, you were excited. You rushed to pay your tab, as did he, and you dipped out into the night. His strong hand clamped around the small of your back as you led him. You let him take lead with the conversation. “Are from Gotham?” “No, I grew up a little bit outside of the city, went to college out near Central City, and then moved back. What about you?” “Born and raised.” “You’ve probably seen some wild stuff, huh?” He laughed. “You don’t even know.” “It’s amazing how a city can be so successful yet so on the verge of collapse all the time.” “Bad people doing bad things.” He whispered. The conversation lulled just as you reached the steps to your apartment. You grabbed his hand and dragged him up behind you, pulling out your keys from your purse as you did. It was as if a switch turned on in him. His hands began tracing the outline of your body. He leaned in to wrap his arms around your front in an affectionate embrace. The stiff outline of his cock pressing into your back made you fumble with the keys as the door unlocked. You realized just how much larger he was than you at that moment. The two of you had barely stepped over the entryway before he was slamming the door shut and locking it behind him. Both of you rushed to kiss, not bothering with the lights. Shirts were thrown off as you led him toward the couch. The loud necklace and bracelets you had been forced to wear clattered to the ground. He pressed a knee between your legs and threw you down on it. With one hand he pinned your wrists above your head. Jason straddled your hips and turned his attention to your chest and neck. His mouth found your ear a nipped, making you let out a small squeal. “I know who you are and you know who I am. There’s been a misunderstanding between me and your boss. I will happily explain to him what happened and tell him he doesn’t need to send spies. And you won’t tell him about me.” Your mouth was gaping from shock and lack of breath and your eyes grew twice their size. “How did… you didn’t see me in the warehouse… I was--” “Not well hidden?” He leaned back to look at you. “I won’t tell him if you can make sure he doesn’t kill me. I could lose everything for this. Nothing bad was going to happen to you.” “What did he want?” “To make you feel something and then hurt me so you felt hurt.” He sighed, letting more of his body weight down on you. “You’re not good at being a spy.” “Maybe not, but I’m telling you this because I think you were right to kill that man.” “Hmm,” he smirked, “Nothing to do with how soaked you are right now?” Your words caught in your throat. He got what he wanted and you had failed. “We can finish this conversation later if you want me to help you.” Sound barely escaped your mouth. “Uh-huh.” “Tell me what you want.” He was taunting you now, you could feel it. “I want you to fuck me.” Jason looked around, still taunting. “This couch is a little small for me.” He looked pointedly down at the floor. You sucked in your cheeks, trying to hide the flush of color that rose up in them. Pushing up hard with your thighs you rolled the two of you onto the ground. You straddled his thighs now. Sinking hard you let yourself grind into his hard cock. He sucked in air through his teeth and moaned back out as you unbuttoned your jeans and slid them off. The carpet braided carpet was rough on your knees but you grinded your barely clothed pussy on him. “What do you want, Jason?” You whispered, leaning over to press into him. The thin bralette you had on did little to hide anything and with a little help from his roaming hands, your breasts popped out from the lacey fabric. “I want to hear you scream my name.” “Well that all depends on you.” He groaned and began unbuttoning his own pants with one hand, the other ripping your bra off. “Take that fucking wig off.” He huffed between sharp breaths. “Let me see you.” His hands grasped at the long tendrils of hair that fell to your back. You, with some regret, pulled the glued lace away from your scalp and ripped the wig cap off with it. Jason’s lids lowered and his soft moan turned into more of a growl. Gripping your waist just under your tits he moved you to the ground. He kneeled above you, mouths meeting once again in feverish excitement. He laid between your legs, thick cock straining against his underwear and pressing into your core. His hands kneaded at your chest, tightly pinching your nipples until you cried out. Finally, he leaned back to sit on his heels. Jason pointedly looked down at the large wet spot on his dark boxer briefs. “Look what you did.” You swore his voice was an octave lower now. He shook his head and clucked his tongue. “Aww, they’re ruined, you should take them off.” You sat up on your elbows and reached out for the waistband. “Oh yeah?” He smiled and eased your hands down to let his cock spring out. As you laid below him, mouth agape, he pulled the underwear down the rest of the way. He was large. Much larger than anyone you had been with recently. A drip of precum slid over the edge of his tip. “My eyes are up here, princess.” It was impossible to tell whether the nickname or the joke made you heat up a little more. You tried to keep yourself composed as your eyes dragged up his chiseled body to meet his eyes. He was lean, but every muscle was so well defined. “I know.” You answered coyly. Jason dipped back down to trail long kisses down your neck and chest. He kept going down until he was mouthing over your clothed cunt. “Uhh, Jason, I want…ah, I want you…” “What do you want?” He peered up. You couldn’t answer as he roughly pulled down your soaked panties. His expert tongue lapped against your dripping center. Calloused fingers found his way into you. “Shut up, just fuck me.” You gasped for air. Jason grinned and put a hand on either side of your head. He leaned in close, nose to nose. “You wanna get on your knees?” His tone was not questioning. Still, the softness in his eye betrayed the commanding tone. You nodded, unable to answer coherently. Wanting all of this and all of him you kissed him hard and slow. He gently moved a hand under you to help as you turned yourself over. You propped yourself up on your hands and knees, getting more excited with every second. The carpet dug deeper into your knees. His hands clamped onto your hips and dragged you toward him. He gave one and then another hard smack to your ass. Each time you cried out in ecstasy. “Jason…” You moaned. He responded by lining up his tip with your entrance. He ran his cock through your slick folds, teasing. You clit throbbed impatiently. Involuntarily, your hips wiggled back, attempting to get the message across to him. He slapped you again. Just as you were about to bemoan his teasing, he slid inside of you in one go. A strangled gasp clawed its way out of your throat. “Fuck, you’re big.” You sighed. You did your best to relax as he thrusted harshly, but it was nearly impossible to not clamp down around him. He continued pounding into you. Every time his cock slide in and out a small gasp escaped your mouth. You sounded like am overdramatic porn star at this rate. Jason’s name was on your lips like a chant. He reached underneath while still pounding into you to play with that sensitive bundle of nerves. You were already so dripping and swollen it didn’t take much of his feather-light touch to send you over the edge. “Jason!!!” You cried. “Just a little bit longer.” He grunted, your moans and twitches sending him close to the edge. “Yes, please, cum inside of me!” You had just barely come down from your own high, slumping further down into the floor, when his hips began to snap jaggedly. Knees, raw and near bloody, started to wobble to keep you upright. He pulled out abruptly. Before you could cry out in protest he flipped you over and entered you faster and harder. Jason’s eyes were clouded with lust as they bore into yours. His face was flush and glistening. He slowed and sped up once again finally cumming into you with a low deep moan. After a moment he laid down upon you, breathing hard. He slid his limp cock out of you. The cum seeped out of you, mixing with your own juices. He just barely propped himself up and reached down to your sensitive pussy and dragged two fingers up it. His hand came up to your mouth. You happily obliged, sucking the salty-sweet mix the two of you had created. Jason let his hand fall from your mouth and rolled off you. The two of you laid there, unsure of what to do or say next. 

“I’m sorry for spying on you. I won’t tell, that would only get people hurt. I don’t want to hurt people.” 

“We all end up hurting people. No matter what.”

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x reader #jasontodd #jasontoddxreader #jason toddxreader #dc #jason todd imagine #x reader #dc x reader #dc imagine #batman #bat family #robin #red hood x reader

[notsogracefulfreckles]

Jason Todd x Reader

Soulmate AU! where your soulmate’s first thought of you is tattooed onto your wrist and when you meet them and the tattoo stings slightly.

I am new to this so please be kind to this story. Just wanted to try and get this idea out and try writing. Never written in this pov before. Also never written for Jason Todd before.

Warnings: cursing

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At the age of sixteen the words of your soulmate appeared on your wrist. Fucking gorgeous. The words stood bold against your skin, always there for you to look to. When you got older you moved to Gotham and quickly found a job at a cafe called Bat’s Burgers, not too far from your apartment. You would often have the later shifts that would go well into the night. 

Most shifts were fairly dull and slow going, not many people in late at night. You certainly hadn’t had to take care of many costumers, and most would be tired business people coming home from work and just getting something quick to eat or some rebellious teens. You didn’t expect someone like Red Hood to come in for some food.

You had been well aware of the Batman and other vigilantes that roamed the streets of Gotham, cleaning it up to the best of their abilities. Although there were still a large amount of criminals in the dark city. It seemed so fascinating, people that would go out at night, taking matters into their own hands. Usually peacefully. You knew that Red Hood had more, permanent methods.

A co-worker had been just been finishing their shift and come to get you out there when he came in. As you made your way to the counter your heart rate sped up as you felt slightly nervous. Reaching the counter and looking up you came face to face with the famous Red Hood. You were a bit intimidated by the large figure and the thoughts holy fucking shit past through your mind at the same time that you felt a slight stinging on you wrist.

He seemed to feel it too as he looked at his wrist then back at you, staying silent. You were staring wide eyed at him, mouth slightly agape. You quickly cleared your throat, a light blush covering your cheeks.

“Um, hi,” you forced out. “Welcome to Bat’s Burgers, what can I get you?”

You blushed even more as he took a second to respond. You stood, observing him. A red mask completely covering his whole face, a leather jacked over a his costume with his symbol. He was broad shouldered and the muscles on him were clear as day to your wandering eyes. As you looked back into his eyes, well, the white of the mask, you realised he had just been staring at you.

You cleared your throat again to try and get his attention for his order. “Sir? Are you going to order?”

“Uh, yeah,” he cleared his throat. “I’ll just get a large of the special with an extra serving of fries. To go”

“Alright, coming up right away,” you said. He paid and you left to go give his order to the person on cooking duty, but his voice stopped you.

He sat at the counter as his meal was made and when you brought it out to him once it was ready, avoiding his eye. You put it next to him.

“Here you are, sir.”

“Yeah, uh, thanks.”

He stood up and turned before stopping and looking back at you.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Y/N, Y/N L/N.”

He nodded and turned and walked to the door.

You spoke up before he walked out. “Should I be expecting to see you again, Red?”

It could have been your imagination but you could’ve sworn his body seemed to relax as he let out a small chuckle. You smiled at his response, you face going red.

“No doubt about it, Doll.”

#soulmate #jasontodd #xreader #jasontoddxreader #soulmateau

[klbwriting]

Broken Prism

Chapter 3

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Toddxfemale!Reader

Warnings: none, this chapter is actually just kind of fun

Summary: You are trying to figure out who Batman is and make him explain why he just replaced Robin, and maybe punch him in the face

You did a lot of research in the seven years since the color had come back into your life. You ran away from the group home, figured out life by yourself, established yourself as a runner and a finder. You stayed away from the drugs and the alcohol that seemed to flood the streets of Gotham, did work for the cops, for the poor, for those looking for lost loved ones. You didn’t want anyone to get lost in the shuffle, you didn’t want anyone else’s world to go grey, and you really wanted to punch Batman in the face. That mystery, who was the masked vigilante?, was still on your list of cases to solve. Once you figured out who Batman was you were going to find him, tell him what an asshole he was for replacing Robin, and then punch him in the face. It was the least you could do for the Robin before this one, the one who mattered. And hopefully this last lead would put a name to the mask.

You put on the glasses you had stowed in your backpack, mussing up your wig to look like you had just come out of the bar nearby. You giggled, stumbling some into a man waiting by the curb. He steadied you, taking in your features as you pretended to be tipsy. He smirked and you knew you had him.

“I’m sorry,” you cooed, righting yourself before giggling again. The guy whispered something to you, and you just nodded. Asking you to his place before your name? Classy Andrew. You knew him but he didn’t know you. One of Penguin’s guys, another one like you, getting information, selling it off to the highest bidder. In Gotham information was sometimes worth more than cash so if you were able to get some knowledge someone else wanted you were supposed to always expect threats. This guy, well, he was either new or thought he was invincible with Penguin’s money lining his pockets. Idiot.

You could see why Andrew thought he was hot shit when you got back to his penthouse. Sparkly clean and furnished with all the latest and most expensive trends. You played with your purse pulling out a syringe you had hidden there, giggling again, looking for a way to get him close before he actually tried to do what he wanted with you. He looked at you as you bumped into a couch, pretending to almost fall. He caught you, and you struck, injecting the sedative into his neck. He stared at you for a moment before his eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed on the floor. You stood up straight again, brushing the wrinkles from your dress, and got to work. He wouldn’t remember anything in the morning, so you put him in bed, stripping him down to his briefs, discarding your dress on the floor and finding some clothes from his closet to wear. You made sure he didn’t have trackers on his clothes before sliding them on, finding a duffle bag also.

Once you were sure that his things couldn’t be tracked you started poking around for his files. If he was missing some random valuables he would just assume you were a thief, but if he realized you took the information he had stored away in his safe and laptop he would realize you were a finder. You didn’t need another bounty on your head, you had to be smart. The safe was easy find and considering you had his body around you were able to use the bioscanner to open it with ease. Inside was a hard drive that you copied, followed by a burner phone that you checked the messages on. Well, the cops could use a lot of this, looks like this trip was going to get you a bonus. Still, wait you wanted wasn’t there. He still had paper filing cabinets in a panic room he thought was hidden behind a fake bookshelf so you helped yourself to those, using your own phone to scan the paperwork. Nothing still. Grunting in frustration you tore apart the kitchen and then the bathroom, finally striking gold in the air vent. A USB drive, taped to the top of the vent. This had to either be pictures taking part in an orgy or the name of the most infamous vigilante in Gotham. You took it, replacing it with a blank USB, before putting everything back in its place. You took a few trinkets that looked expensive, stuff you could pawn, and headed out. This had been a good night, a clean getaway. Or so you thought.

Jason had no idea who this woman was, but she knew what she was doing. He had been staking out Andrew Garish’s apartment, needing to know exactly how much information he had on Bruce and Batman. He hadn’t had time to grab the USB before Andrew brought back this random woman, so he had slipped out, heading to the roof across the street to wait until you were done. He hadn’t expected the flash of a syringe and Andrew collapsing. He was going to intervene, thinking the woman was just someone working for another criminal overlord, but then she had put Andrew to bed and started searching. Jason was curious and felt an itch, like he should know this woman. She was blond, had glasses, walked with a chip on her shoulder, but nothing was familiar about her, still he couldn’t bring himself to go in there after her. He watched her finish her search and head out, deciding to follow her. He needed that USB drive if anything, and finding out what this lady was up to was probably a good idea.

At some point she must have realized that Jason was following her because she stopped, ducked into a hotel lobby and headed straight for the computer in the business center. One of the employees walked over and she spoke to them quickly, them nodding the whole time. Whatever she said worked and soon she was inserting the USB drive and reading whatever was on it. Fuck. Jason had hoped to corner her before that happened. She read over the contents, pulled it out of the computer and headed out of the lobby again, turning down a side alley. Jason expected to have to chase her but when he landed in the alley, boots barely whispering on the pavement, she was gone, all that was left was the USB, smashed on the ground. Shit.

You weren’t sure who was following you, but you figured you’d better get your information and destroy it. Jessica, one of your old high school friends, worked at a downtown hotel and she let you use the computers if it wasn’t busy and well, 2AM on a weeknight they weren’t busy. You had read what you needed, a little surprised at the name of Batman’s supposed benefactor, mind reeling at how simple the mystery was to solve if literally anyone paid close enough attention. You weren’t surprised that no one, including yourself, hadn’t thought that Bruce Wayne was bankrolling Batman. Who else would honestly have that kind of cash? But in Gotham Bruce Wayne was one of two things, a legendary playboy or a legendary philanthropist, why would anyone suspect him of funneling money to vigilantes? Either way, you hadn’t thought of it, but someone had, and they had, at least for a brief time, advertised the idea online and Andrew had found the last part of the dark web where the theory hadn’t been scrubbed clean. It looks like it's time to visit Mr. Wayne and see what he has to say for himself.

Wayne Manor was an icon in the city. Bruce Wayne allowed tours during some parts of the weekday, his trusted butler Alfred making sure all was well. You signed up for a tour, paying out the ridiculous fee to see this rich guy’s shit, and arrived during the bright and relatively sunny day. You were glad the weather was working for you rather than against you today. If it were rainy and dark like usual, then spotting the cameras and other traps scattering the lawn and the driveway would have been difficult. As it was you counted a dozen cameras facing the front of the house, pressure sensors scattered in the perfectly manicured grass, and inferred detectors by the front gate. You pretended to be absorbed in the guide in a hallway, taking a left instead of a right and hearing an alarm buzz. The guide called out and you looked back, feigning confusion.

“We mustn’t stray into the family’s private quarters” the guide reminded you with a tight smile. You blushed, forcing embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry, the information on the architecture of the home is just fascinating,” you said, brushing the brunette hair you donned today behind your ear. You noticed an older gentleman walking down the hall you had tried to sneak down, watching you. You caught his eye and waved, apologetic, as you joined the tour again. The house would be too hard to navigate, probably better to get stay outside, get Bruce Wayne to come to you. The next thing you needed to figure out was how to get that to happen. You were finishing the tour of the kitchen when you noticed a receipt in a drawer, the corner just sticking out. The group was standing by the fine china, discussing the origin of the pottery display, so you took a moment and slid the paper out. It was for a car that was being delivered that evening, a brand-new McLaren 750S. You let out a low whistle, then froze, looking at the tour group. They were still wrapped up in the conversation, so you went back to the paper, noting the time of the delivery. Good, it was to be delivered to the servants’ entrance where Bruce and someone named Alfred would be signing off on delivery. You slid the paper back into the drawer and followed the group.

You dressed in all black and waited in the shadows of the servants’ gate for the car delivery truck. It arrived and once the gate began to open you hit the button on the jamming tech you had to scramble the camera footage, just for a few seconds, while you snuck in behind the slow-moving truck. It stopped near the backdoor and you slid behind a golf cart, staying low and listening as the delivery men discussed things with Bruce and Alfred. She assumed that the butler was the British one, speaking to the delivery drivers more than Bruce. He only said ‘thank you’ once the car was out of the truck. You kept listening as the truck started up and headed down the driveway again.

“You can come out now,” you heard a gruff voice say. Well, guess they noticed the camera malfunction. You regretted not wearing a disguise now, at least then when they tried to give the police a description it wouldn’t lead to you. You stood, brushing the gravel off your clothes, taking your time. You glanced at Bruce Wayne and noticed that he was unbothered by your delay, seemed his had all the time in the world. You walked around the golf cart, eyeing the black car that now sat in the driveway.

“Nice wheels,” you said. “How much tech is in that thing?” Neither of the men seemed amused by your antics.

“What do you want?” Bruce asked. Alfred moved past you, keys to the new car clinking as he put them in his pocket. You looked back at Bruce, hearing Alfred shuffling around the car, probably checking for any damage you might have done to it.

“How much money do you give the Batman every month?” you asked. That seemed to throw Bruce and Alfred off balance a little bit. It gave you a chance to look back at the butler as he passed you, your hand sliding cleanly into his pocket and removing the new keys.

“Excuse me?” Bruce said, a moment too long in his reply. You smirked.

“Do you ever think about the fact that Batman just replaced Robin like he was yesterday’s trash?” you asked. This question brought a flash of anger and guilt to the billionaire’s face. He masked it quickly and said nothing. “Now my last question, are you the Batman and are you the man who I should punch in the face?”

“I mean, if you think you could, go ahead,” he said. It appeared he had regained his wit and you considered actually trying to hit him but stopped yourself for now. “Now please, I’m going inside to call the police, I recommend you get off my property immediately. Good evening.” He turned with Alfred and headed inside. You turned and smirked, sliding the keys out of your pocket. You figured it probably had a tracker on it, but taking a McLaren for a spin wasn’t something you got to do every day, or you know, ever, so why not?

Jason had listened to the conversation the woman had with Bruce, not surprised at the information she had garnered from the USB. He was surprised when she asked about his replacing Robin. That still wasn’t the information he wanted. He wanted to know who this new Robin was, find him, and pummel him before leaving him on Bruce’s doorstep. Look who’s better now Batman. Instead, he just felt another compulsion the follow this woman around. He noticed her steal the keys from Alfred and figured Bruce had noticed also but chose not to say anything. Maybe he was amused with this woman, maybe she would be the next Robin whenever the newer model didn’t live up to the Dick standard that Bruce had. She waited for a few moments before getting into the new car and revving the engine, just to rub it in, and took off. The McLaren was fast, but Jason’s bike could keep up just fine.

She drove the car towards downtown, not stupid enough to take it to East End or the Bowery. She kept to the nicer areas, finally parking it in the most expensive garage she could find, leaving the ticket in the glove compartment. As she exited the garage and headed down an alley towards the Diamond District, playing on her phone, probably getting a ride to her actual home. Jason landed in front of her and this time she hadn’t expected it, bumping into him. She dropped her phone, letting out a curse as she picked it up.

“Dude, what the fuck?” she said, pulling a small handgun out of her jacket pocket, stepping back and aiming it at his chest. When she noticed the helmet and the armor she sighed and tossed her hands up, gun going back into her pocket. “Alright, that’s useless, who are you working for?” She looked at him and his heart stopped. Those eyes, the ones that he saw in his dream. The ones that seemed to keep the rage at bay, those brown eyes stared at him. He would remember those for the rest of his life. He felt his throat constrict. Instead of doing anything he brought out his grappler and just headed back to the roof, leaving her very confused and alone. “That was fucking weird.” She continued down the alley and got in a car. His soulmate drove away and Jason stayed still, not sure when he would be able to move again.

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[idkjustsupersonic]

”Looking nice there, Jay,” you said from the couch, sipping on your drink.

“You too, darling,” Jason replied, walking over to you.

Jason sat next to you, his shirt was off and he was in sweats. You were wearing short shorts and the shirt that was no longer on Jason’s body.

Jason wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, resting it on your shoulder. You slid your arm around his waist somehow, and wedged yourself under his arm.

“I love you, Jay,” you said.

“I love you too, N/N,” Jason said, sliding in closer to you.

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[im-done-with-this-im-out]

Protective (J.T x F!READER) P.T1

For@p4inis who requested a Jason Todd fic with "Where whatever you want. I can fight". I'm literally hyper fixated on Jason Todd right now. I need things to write about with him.

Warnings: Established relationship, Female! Reader, Jason is taller than reader, implied smut, mentions of physical violence, Mentions of Sexual harassment,  Jason and reader smoke weed, Jason shotguns with the reader, swearing,

Its midnight when I'm writing this so its probably shite. Not proof read at all.

(Part 2)

'Wayne Gala tonight. I'm expected to be there. Where something pretty.' That's all you got from Jason. Just a text at 12:34 in the afternoon on a Friday.

'What's the dress code?' You text back. You run into your bathroom, turning on the water to your shower. You strip out of your pajamas and throw them into the hamper in your bathroom.

You set your phone down on the bathroom counter as you brush your teeth, looking in the mirror at the barely there hickey Jason had left about a week before. You set your toothbrush down and take a sip of water, swishing it around in your mouth when your phone chimes.

'Black Tie. Cocktail dresses and such.'

'Okay. What suit will you be wearing?' You spit the water out of your mouth and take off the silver necklace Jason had bought you for valentines day the year prior.

'The all black one. I plan on wearing that red tie Demon spawn got me.'

'Okay gonna hop in the shower. brb' You set your phone down on the counter and grab your towels and set them on the toilet, jumping into the water.

Stepping out of the shower, you grab your hair towel, wrapping your hair up and piling it on top of your head. You grab the second towel, your body towel, and wrap it around your body. Walking over to the sink, you grab your phone, reading a text from Jason

'BTW I'm bringing you a jacket, it's gonna be cold in the venue. Bruce went all out and got ice sculptures and shit. SMH.'

You smile and shake your head at Jason's antics. ever since he died he always ran very warm never needing much more than a leather jacket in Gotham winters.

'Your leather one?'

'Yes my leather one.'

You walk back into your room, throwing your phone down on your bed and open your closet. Pushing all of the clothes to the side you reach the side where you keep all of your fancy stuff, cocktail dresses, blouses, dress pants and suits.

"Go With the red floor length dress, The sparkly one. It'd match my tie."

"Jesus Christ Jase. Gave me a fucking heart attack" You turn to see Jason leaning up against the doorframe to your room, joint in hand. He's dressed in an all black suit, with a ruby red tie and black dress shoes. On top of the suit is his classic black leather jacket.

"Sorry princess. Didn't mean to scare ya." He walks over pulling a hit. He kisses you open hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing over your cheekbone before descending. His hand now rests on your jaw, thumb pulling your bottom lip down, opening your mouth as he breathes the smoke from his lungs into your mouth.

You inhale the smoke, letting it sit in your lungs as he pulls away, still keeping his hand on your jaw as he pulls another hit. "You sure about the red dress?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Jason kisses you again, this time short and chaste, before pulling away completely and setting the still burning joint on the ashtray on your nightstand. "Its hot as fuck and you look so fucking good in it."

"That's the problem" You say, pulling the dress out and placing it on the bed. "It's- well it's revealing. Plus I know how you can get"

"The fuck do you mean by that?" He asks, walking over to your dresser, pulling out a matching red lingerie's set.

You unwrap the towel off your body, throwing it on the chair in front of your desk. "Well I Don't exactly feel like getting kicked out because you start a fight Jase." Jason hands the set over to you

"That's not what I meant." He says sitting down on your bed next to the dress. "You said 'it's revealing' like that's a problem" He reaches over onto the nightstand to grab the joint, tapping the ash off.

"Jason I don't want to be harassed by creepy ass old men all night just for wearing the dress." You slip the lace panties on, the fabric feeling snug on your skin. "Honestly I might just wear that damn suit Damian got me for the Wayne Christmas Foundation Party. Would make my life easier."

"Wear whatever you want, gorgeous. I can fight."

"And that's why I'm worried Jaybird. I don't want you starting fights over me." Jason stands up, placing the joint in between your lips, taking the bra from you, turning you around to face the mirror with him on your back.

"Any fight I will ever start over you," He grabs your hand gently, pulling the strap over your arm before repeating the action on the other side. "Is a fight for the most noble of causes." He pulls the band tight, clipping the bra in place.

"Damn." You say pulling a hit of the joint "If we didn't have a Gala to attend in an hour and a half, I would be jumping your bones right now Jason Todd."

Jason laughs, pulling the now nearly burnt out joint from your lips. "We can always be fashionably late." He says with a grin.

"No, we will not be fashionably late." You walk over to the dress on the bed and gently take it off the hanger. "But if you behave yourself tonight you might just end up getting lucky."

"Is that a promise doll?" He says. Jason places the now burnt out joint on the ashtray and grabs the hanger from your hand. "Cause if so you have a deal."

"I promise." you chuckle. You bunch the skirt of the dress up and pull it over your head, allowing the fabric to fall over your hips.

"Is this a yes to the dress?" Jason walks over, grabbing the string for the top of the dress, pulling them over your shoulder.

"Maybe." You Adjust the fabric of the top part of the dress, pulling it so that it's comfortable and allowing Jason to pull the strings tight and tie them off.

"God you look so sexy right now." He bites his lip, checking you out. "I might just have to take you right here."

"I literally have a towel wrapped around my head and I don't have any makeup on. How hot could I actually be right now." you say

"The beauty of a woman isn't in the clothes she wears, the way she combs her hair, or the makeup with which she adorns," Jason Quotes "It is in her eyes, as the eyes are the windows to her heart, the most purely her thing she has."

"Did you seriously just quote Audrey Hepburn?" you say. you pull your hair out of the towel, walking over to your desk to grab the discarded towel.

"Maybe I did, what are you gonna do about it hmm?" You walk back into your bathroom hanging your towels on the towel rack on the wall. "I mean come on Todd, you are a theater kid for crying out loud. couldn't you come up with anything better?" You tease the smile you send him over your shoulder confirms it for him.

"She walks in beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright. Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light" He recites. The gentle love he stares at you with makes your heart tingle as you open the drawer with all your makeup.

"That's much better."

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[creamupuffuu]

@softfridays "ok? then don’t read it? no one’s forcing you to read what you don’t want to read"

Litterly stfu 😐 you support this bs don't you? Fuckin' freak

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[brennenscolby]

•Red Hood and The Black Sphinx [Complete Masterlist] •

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Summary: Re-animation and resurrection: What’s the difference? (Y/n) can’t really tell the two apart, especially when it happens to someone she’s loved-and continues to love.

Disclaimer!: The complete story is on Wattpad, under @brennenscolby, but it is currently under editing. Feel free to read, but there will be variations in the next few chapters I share on Tumblr. I felt the need to review every single chapter, and repost in a much better format onto here. Xx

Pairing: Vigilante!Reader x Vigilante!Red Hood

Table of Contents

1: Flashbacks

2: The Lost and The Found

3: Gone

4: Recovery

5: Discovery

6: Comeback

7: Cat and Mouse

8: Reflection of a Lifetime

9: Nighthawks

10: Well, shit

11: Reminder

12: In hindsight

13: One in a Million

14: Gotham's shadow of the Night

15: Left Unsaid

16: Neon Nights

17: Too Deep

18: Baby Doll

19: King, Queen, Joker

20: Dream a little dream of me

21: Unknown

22: The end of the world

23: Betrayal

24: I don't want to set the world on fire

25: Wishful Thinking

26: Change of Heart

27: Crazy, he calls me

28: Through the Night

29: Meet me halfway

30: The Best of the Best

31: Picture this!

32: Without knowing it all

33: Unresolved sentiment

34: Uhh, what now?

35: Come together, as one

36: Red Hood and The Black Sphinx

37: Epilogue

Visual Inspiration:

Red Hood

Black Sphinx

Red Hood & Black Sphinx

Suit {sphinx}

Playlists

Official {New songs each week}

Chapter by chapter [3 songs per chapter]

Art by @Nadiratheamazon~

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