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evsstolenhearts · 4 months

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Summary: Jason patches you up after a patrol

Jason Todd x gn!vigilante!reader | roughly 1k words | no y/n

Warnings: some cussing, mentions of stab wounds, cuts, and gun shots

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Just as it was getting dark in Gotham, you and Jason went your separate ways. Leaving the shared apartment to go patrol the city. But your night way cut shorter than usual when a fight with a crime ring got a little to intense.

Normally, like any of the vigilantes in Gotham, a few scratches are nothing. A small knife wound, or even a single bullet hole can be patched up somewhere and you can finish patrol.

But last time that happened, someone (your lovely boyfriend) gave you shit. Even though you've totally found this man beaten and bruised in an alley way.

So, to please the hypocrite of the relationship, you made your way back to the apartment and gave Oracle a heads up. Which is why Jason found you passes out on the couch. Blood lightly staining your suit. It was obvious, that instead of coming home, changing, patching up your wounds, and getting some pain killers. You just fell asleep.

Jason takes it upon himself to strip off the top layers of his own costume, until he's in the compression shirt and cargo pants. Looking very yummy. You awake to this sight because he's carefully taking off and moving your suit out of the way.

"You know, you should at least take me on a date first..." you mumble as he stills his movements at the sound of your voice.

"I think those standards get thrown out the window when you're bleeding on my couch." Jason chuckles as he finishes taking off your suit, leaving you in your undergarments. "Come on, I need you to sit up."

He helps you sit up on the couch, hands supporting your lower back and hip. The pain of moving makes you groan, the gash under the right side of your chest moving with you. "Damn babe, what did you do?" He grabs the disinfectant and some paper towels, beginning to poor it on the wound and use the towels to collect the extra liquid.

"Bad bitch shit, obviously." You laugh at your own statement, but it quickly becomes a pained hiss as the movement makes the cut hurt worse.

Jason sighs as he carefully works on patching you up, kneeling on the ground between your legs to get a better view, "what actually happened?" Despite trying to sound disapproving, there's an obvious smile on his face.

While giving the actual explanation, one of your hands hold Jason's shoulder to stay distracted from the pain. "I was investigating that crime ring that's been springing up. Steph was mentioning how she has a theory they are branching out to some gags around Gotham and might be moving out of the city soon- fuck be careful holy shit-" you curse as jason applies to much pressure on the wound.

"'M sorry." He says softly as he waits for you to continue.

"Anyways- I was originally just gonna do some lurking, some snooping, you know. But I swear to God these aren't just normal assholes fucking off, I double checked myself and they still saw me." You take a break in talking to take a deep breath, as jason almost finishes, "I'm totally convinced at least one of them are a meta or something. So I'm gonna probably send the case information to someone else."

"You could have had me come with you, ya know." His voice is quite, knowing that despite what he says, he would have gone alone as well, so he really can't be mad at you. Jason finishes his work, packing up the first aid kit.

You watch him as he finishes, the apartment silent. Only thing able to be heard is the faint and distinct sound of Gothams road. "I can handle it Jay." Your voice is now just as quite, as if speaking to loud would damage either of you.

"Yes you can, I know you can." Standing up to put the first aid kit back in the kitchen, your eyes follow his movements. "It's just not a fantasy of mine to see you bleeding on the couch."

"Says the man who has made us get new bed sheets because he bled on them?" Resting your head on the back of the couch smiling lazily. He walks back over, so you see him from an upside down perspective.

Jason puts his hands on his hips as he smirks down at you, "This conversation isn't about me."

"But you would be a very good topic." Your smile grows as he rolls his eyes and walks infront of you. Everything goes silent again, looking into eachothers eyes for a few moments.

"Wanna get to bed?" He asks softly.

"Only if you carry me there." You pathetically respond. At your response, Jason's hand covers his face to hide his equally pathetic smile.

Without responding, he carefully picks you up. "This what you wanted?"

Now it's your turn to smirk as he walks you to your shared bedroom, "absolutely."

Jason puts you down on the bed as you both quietly go about your nightly routine.

Jason changed out of the remaining parts of his suit, into a pair of sweatpants and no shirt.

While he does that, you throw on some sleep clothes, careful to damage your wound more, before going back into the living room to move your suit off the floor so you can wash it in the morning.

When you walk back into the bed room, Jason is already waiting for you in bed.

"Well hello there, it's so nice of you to join us." He teases, us being him and the plushie that is on your side of the bed. With a smile you roll your eyes and crawl in next to him.

Snuggling up to him, you both latch onto one another legs tangles under the sheets as breathing evens out.

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rookiesbookies · 2 years

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“So you and her…” Dick started.

Jason’s new… friend was napping with her head on his chest. She had been reading with him but dozed off and it had been 4 hours. Jason’s arm fell asleep about a hour ago but he doesn’t want to wake her.

Dick had decided to sit across the couch from them.

“Yeah? She’s a friend.”

“You’ve just been spending… a lot of time with her recently. So when you were missing for a couple hours I figured I’d make sure she hadn’t kidnapped you.” Dick shrugged.

“What about the time Im spending with her? Huh? Why do you care?” Jason’s chest broadened, he squared up his shoulders. This made Dick pick very carefully the words that came next out of his mouth.

“I just think, ya know, this is different for you.”

“Different how.” Jason was about to start boiling.

“Different… interesting.”

#jason todd #redhood x reader #redhood #redhood x you #red hood fanfiction

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reaperintheroses · 1 year

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Drabble December Masterlist '22

*= adult themes

day 1: write a request that's been in your inbox for a while Plane Doctor - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader - You do your best but this one pilot can't help but to get on your nerves.

Day 2: write a first kiss Answered Prayers - Jake Seresin x Reader - Jake is back from Annapolis and he's ready to be one of your firsts Day 3: write about a character from the last tv show you watched Vaquero -Javier Peña x Reader - You trust Javier wholey. That doesn't stop you from worrying

Day 4: write your favorite trope I'm Here Now - Jason Todd x Reader - You can't even remember what happened in the dream, all you know is you don't want to think about it anymore

Day 5: write a true story with characters instead of people What The? - Dean Winchester x Reader - You find something suspicious in the glove box of the car you and dean are working on and you can't help but confront him on it. Day 6: write a fic based on your top song from this year Smoke Sesh * -Bradley Bradshaw x Reader -you and bradley need a break

Day 9: write about meeting a characters parents Hey Ma -Steve Rogers x Reader -You meet Steve's mom

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in-som-niyah · 17 days

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ok another floating thought:

Jason Todd does not tolerate bad eating habits.

Iced coffee for breakfast? Absolutely not.

6pm and you had not a single sip of water? Forget it.

Having a single slice of toast for lunch AND dinner? Naur babes.

You will be eating 3 square meals a day will allowance for snacks and 'happy foods' as he likes to call them.

As soon as you complain about a headache, stomachache, light-headedness, fatigue he will tell you to go fucking eat something with a glass of water, not coffee.

Its even worse if you live together like i strongly believe he would wake up early just to make you a balanced breakfast before you go about your day.

GOD BUT IF UR IN UNI??? babe be ready bc he will break into your dorm to bring u food that he cooked u himself. (he's a loverboy duh)

no time to cook or order? He's gotchu

too tired? already on the way

exam season with barely any time to take a breath? already on it babe he'll spoonfeed you while you revise your textbook

and plus, how else are you supposed to grow as big and strong as him when you're only eating half a meal a day?

I WANNA MUNCH ON HIS MOOSCLES SO BAD FUCKKKKK

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gleasonlovesjasontodd · 2 months

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Imagine waiting for jason to come out of the shower after his patrol but you are already so tired from waiting up for him so you just pass out spread out all over the bed covering his side and yours. Jason walking out his hair still damped as he sees you and his heart melts he changes into his boxers as he moves you so carefully like a porcelain doll as he gets in and immediately you move towards him as you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck and he smiles before falling asleep cause he knows he has you with him

hehehe i hate this kinda but felt bad that i haven’t written something in a while

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sleepyangelkami · 1 year

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CALEFACTION (j.t)

warning: this was written in the beginning of 2023 when my writing was not that great !!

pairing: jason todd x fem!reader

summary: that classic enemies to lovers when said enemies brother shows up with a bleeding boy in need of your aid, and requests he stays the night and who were you to refuse the bloodied boy?

warnings: blood, gore, enemies to lovers, one bed trope, injuries, suggestive themes if you squint, use of y/n, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread ❤

word count: 3,441

it must have been nearing one am when you were abruptly awoken from your rest by the relentless pounding against your front door. the first thing that had sprung to mind was that you were in danger, that someone was going to hurt you until you came to your senses, realising that if anyone were here to hurt you, they certainly wouldn't have knocked on your front door. then worry struck you in your gut, it was no secret that you were friends with many special people, though said special people weren't exactly great at dodging danger when it came to it which is why you hurriedly slipped on your night gown, making it towards the door before the pounding may stop.

your eyes were still a little blurry from the sleep that had been embedded in them, your hand coming up to rub the grogginess away while the other opened the door with a furrow to your brow, wondering which one of your friends had gotten into trouble now.

you would have been lying if you said you hadn't expected to see dick grayson, standing in his nightwing costume at your door for you were often greeted with the sight seeing as he was never too good at cleaning himself up when it came to wounds and sometimes you were far closer than the wayne manor, he would have no time to visit alfred pennyworth and get cleaned up but what did surprise you, however, was the fact he was clean of bruises and cuts but instead they lay on the man next to him. jason todd. dressed in his usual red hood attire clutching his side that was so obviously dripping with blood.

you inhaled a small breath of air as your eyes caught the two, blood dotted the mans clothes and his face as he all but hung to his older brother who had attempted to hold him upright. "what happened?" you gushed, obviously worried for the man you knew was your sworn enemy but despite your obvious distaste for him, you still ushered the men inside, shutting the door as you did so.

dick spoke for the bleeding man. "tried to take everyone down by himself, i caught them before they could beat him to death." though it was an exaggeration your heart still clenched, remembering the day that the joker had finally lost it, beating poor jason todd to death, not that you thought there was anything poor about him.

you would help jason todd because his brother was your best friend and not because down deep in your heart of glass, you cared for him. "bathroom." was all you could mutter giving a side eye to the raven haired boy, how idiotic could he be to go off on them like that? again? it was no surprise that the man was a bit of a hothead and certainly didn't take no for an answer but after what had happened last time, you had assumed that he must have learned his lesson.

dick dragged his brother into the bathroom where you had patched him up a hundred times too many, he knew you hated it, when he brought himself or one of his brothers to your house for patching up, not that you wouldn't do it but he always noticed the look in your eyes one that told him it shattered you inside and out. while dick was busy trying to sit his younger brother on the side of the bathtub, you were inside your room, shuffling around for the first aid kit that you always kept open, knowing that with friends like yours, it would certainly come in handy.

neither of the men breathed a word as you set the med kid on the table, opening it with ease. you turned your head to the older man, a slight flush decorating your cheeks. "you need to take your top off." you mumbled under your breath but of course he had heard. "so i can get at the wound." you comfirmed yet still there was a blush on your face, why? you weren't too sure.

but when that idiotic, shit eating smirk fell on his lips, you opted to rolling your eyes despite your flustered state. "if you wanted me to get naked, you could have just said so-"

there was no need to cut him off for dick had done that for you. "jason." he warned as he looked towards the man who, despite his smirk, had a little pain in his eyes from the wound. he always saw jason as a flirt, he would chat up anything with two legs but now certainly wasnt the time for flirting especially since you had begun to help him even if he was the man you despised the most.

jason rolled his eyes. "neither of you know how to have a little fun." but nevertheless, his bruised hand came down to the hem of his shirt, lifting it with a wince, but you didn't reach out to help, knowing better than to put your hands on him if you weren't helping him.

dick sighed, leaning against the door frame. "you got coffee, y/n/n?" he questioned using your nickname to which you instantly turned, nodding your head.

"second drawer." you didn't even drink the beverage but despite that, you always kept some knowing how dick grayson and tim drake absolutely adored it and they had nearly spent more time at your apartment than you had.

"thanks." a small smile finding his face before he left the bathroom, leaving you and jason alone. a small sigh left your lips before you turned back around only to freeze momentarily at the sight. you had completely forgotten that you had asked him to remove his shirt and to say you were a little surprised when you were met with his bare chest was an understatement. you gulped lightly, his extreme height not helping the fact you were practically against his muscular chest, the bathroom was rather small.

"its rude to stare." he spoke yet in a hushed tone that had your stomach swirling.

"so is bleeding on my carpet." you retorted, ignoring the way your cheeks had flared up at the fact he had caught you staring but even as you prepared the alcohol you had to press into his side, your eyes couldn't help but flicker towards his abs that lay right in front of you. you mixed the liquid together but you could feel a burning stare on your face, your eyes flickered up as if to catch him in the act, he never looked away. his eyes bore into your own as if he wasn't ashamed at the fact you had caught him staring. your plan had been to make him embarrassed but all it had done was make you even more flustered, turning your nose up at him before pouring the liquid into a cotton pad. "'s gonna hurt." you murmured to him, readying him before you could place it on his wound.

"i've had worse." classic jason todd, never admitting that he could get hurt. you didn't know what had possessed you but for a second you were almost excited to see his face twist in pain when you placed the cotton pad on his wound, you wanted to prove him wrong yet you still placed your hand on his stomach gently before softly pressing the cotton pad against it. your eyes fluttered up to his own, awaiting a hiss or some kind of acknowledgement but all he wore was a smug smirk. this wasnt fair. you swore he was on something or had numbing cream for you knew that if it were you in his position you may have screamed.

but nevertheless, you cleaned him up as gently as you could, ignoring the oh so close proximity between your face and his chest.

by the time you had finished, bloodied cotton pads had spread all around the top of your bathroom drawer and all that was left was to wrap him up. you had only noticed when you placed down the final cotton pad that your hand was still placed upon his warm skin, straight on his abs, you were wondering why his smirk never left his lips. instantly, you pulled it away before he could so much as open his mouth and instead focused on the body wrap you had for him so you could bandage the now clean wound.

"hold still." you mumbled without so much as a glance to his face before holding the wrap to him. "can you hold it here?" he didn't respond to the question, although his hand had reached down to hold where it was you had asked him to. you ignored the spark of electricity that pulsed through your veins at his gentle touch, brushing across your hand with his own. sucking in a breath, you began to wrap him completely from the stomach around his chest and finally you tied a little knot in the end, snipping off the excess so it wouldnt get in his way. "all done." but just as your eyes fluttered up once more, you realised just how close he had been.

you could feel his breath mixing with your own, the soft rhythm of his hearbeat against his own chest, your skin on his, but you knew your own heartbeat was going a hundred miles an hour. you tried to stop the thousands of thoughts running through your mind, the way your hands practically shook. you hated him. you were supposed to hate him. his snide remarks and his haughtiness that could make anyone sick to their stomach, his arrogance and his ignorance that could only make ones blood boil so why did you stand with butterflies practically swarming your stomach. One thing was for sure, the way your eyes stayed focused on one another, was much too strong for people who were supposed to hate one another.

and as the tension grew thicker, you could only clear your throat, eyes opting to glancing down at your sock covered feet. "uhm, im gonna go make sure dick got that coffee." any excuse to leave the situation you were in, but why? you liked the way it felt standing so close to him, you liked the way you liked him, the way you didn't have to pretend to hate him and for just a second, you let your barrier break down. "can you take that to my room, please? thank you." not giving him a minute to respond before scattering from the room. classic y/n always running from her problems but you couldn't help it, you had to leave for you were worried that if you stayed in that room any longer, you'd forget yourself and you'd forget all the things that made jason todd bad. but for some reason, some crazy absurd reason, you wanted to. you wanted to see him for who he truly was and not just the snob who thought every girl would fall to his feet, but now, as he stood injured in your bathroom, was not the time.

when you had made it to the kitchen you spotted dick grayson in an instant. he was sat on one of the chairs, sipping the coffee with his phone in hand, scrolling through whatever feed he found interesting. "hey, y/n/n." he spoke, glancing up from the phone before setting it on the table. "all finished?" but you couldn't bring yourself to speak, so you nodded, silently. "great, thank you, y/n, really, all your help is appreciated and i know this isnt exactly how you wanted to spend your night but i really appreciate how you did all this."

your brows furrowed, you knew dick was gratetful but you have known dick since you were very young, you knew he was never this grateful so you simply gave him a confused glance. "what do you want, richard?" making sure to use the name he knew you only used when you were sceptical, or you opted to make fun of him for.

he sighed, lowly, knowing you could always see through him. "can i ask you one more favour?" you groaned and pushed your head back, it was bad enough that you were beginning to warm up to the man, how much more torture could dick possibly bring you? "one more favour for the night and then im gone, i promise." you folded your arms across your chest, biting the inside of your cheek and looking towards the man. slowly, you nodded, this would come to be a regret as the next words slipped from his lips. "can he stay the night?" your eyes practically bulged out of your head. "look, you know i wouldnt be asking if it werent important. you saw him, hes in no shape to walk back to the manor." and it wasnt as if any of you had a car on speed dial and it was much too late for taxis. "please, y/n, your the only one who can help here."

you sighed, glancing to the older man with a look of regret in your eye before the words could so much as be uttered from your lips. "fine." you saw the way his face lit up, becoming excited. "but only this once, dick, i mean it, it's not becoming a habit." the last thing you needed was famous vigilante's inhabiting your apartment every evening.

"thank you, thank you, thank you." rushing over to crush you into an embrace that lasted mere seconds. he knew it was much bigger than just allowing someone in your apartment. you always let dick crash over and whenever it was needed, you'd let anyone one of your friends without so much as a bat of an eye but jason wasnt your friend, and dick knew that.

"yeah, yeah, now you better get back to bruce and let him know whats going on." ignoring the slight swell in your heart at the mans embrace, you truly loved dick grayson, all things platonic. "maybe he can knock some sense into jason and not have him run off like that again, you know what happened last time, dick." bruce nodded his head, glancing down to his feet.

and then he looked back up where you stood, already fumbling with your fingers, tonight would not go as swimmingly as he was planning, that much was for sure. "I know, i'll take care of it, i promise." placing a chaste kiss to the side of your head in a brotherly manner. "thanks again."

"dont mention it." with a small smile on your face until finally you bid your goodbyes, allowing him to leave. you then turned from your now shut door, a sigh falling past your lips. oh boy.

you had made it up the stairs in no time, on your way into your bedroom, barely glancing down at your phone to check the time. almost two am, you hadnt realised how long it had taken to patch the man up. your feet padded against the ground until finally you made it into your bedroom where you were greeted with a six foot man looking at your pride and prejudice book that had sat atop your locker table. "hi." your low mumble catching his attention as his eyes instantly fell from the book onto you. he hadnt meant to snoop but when he saw jane austens book, he couldn't help himself. "dick just left, said you should stay here the night, so..." trailing off with an awkward look etched to your features but as much as you tried, you couldnt will yourself to look into his eyes.

"you okay with that?" there was something about his tone of voice, maybe it was because he was tired, wore out, but it was much... softer, as if something had come over him and replaced jason todds soul with someone who had just an ounce of empathy in them.

"yeah, 'course." attempting to throw him a thin lipped smile that looked to be as fake as ever, he saw right through it but said nothing. his eyes watched you as you travelled across the room, opening your wardrobe to grab a rather large blanket out of there, it didn't look warm however, very light and would offer nothing in the cold weather you were now experiencing. "you know where the bathroom is and theres snacks and drinks in the kitchen if you wake up- oh and try not to move too much on your bandage, it might rip."

but his brows only furrowed, eyes glancing straight down at the blanket in your hands. "where are you going?"

you looked up, as if it were obvious. "to sleep on the couch." the blanket would hardly be much use but it wasnt as if you were going to snatch the comforter off of jason.

his brows furrowed. "It's your house. i'll sleep on the couch."

"You're the guest. I'll sleep on the couch."

"trust me, i've slept in worse conditions-"

"trust me, the couch isnt at all bad-"

"you'll freeze."

"so, i'm supposed to let you freeze?"

"You know..." he trailed, eyes glancing over at your bed. "the bed is big enough to fit two." sure, it was a double bed and you had shared it with many people before whether it was a girly sleepover or dick or tim sleeping over, in fact, you remembered one night when you dick and tim all slept on it together but to share a bed with jason todd, that was a different story. he seemed to notice your hesitance. "come on, sweetheart, i'll stick to my own side." ignoring the name uttered so gracefully from his lips, directed at you nonetheless.

"fine." placing the throw on the bottom of the bed. "but don't go making this into a thing." throwing him a look as you moved towards the other side of the bed, peeling open the covers.

"thing? what thing? theres no thing?" but you couldnt miss the snide smirk on his lips. you were the first to climb under the covers and he followed but as soon as you had both made it inside, neither of you had moved. as if two turtles frozen on their backs facing the roof.

silence washed over you both, not a relitively awkward one though it wasn't too comfortable either. "'m gonna turn off the light." you spoke in a mumble, reaching over to switch off the dim lamp and suddenly the only source of light was the hallway light from outside the room, you always kept it on in the night, it was a fear you had been indulged in ever since you were young.

you turned over, ignoring his presense and instead focusing on sleep, you needed it and it was much too late to do anything more about the situation you had stuck yourself into. just as sleep was about to over come you, you heard a small, mere mumble. "goodnight, y/n." and you were sure it was the softest tone he had ever spoken to you.

your face softened despite the fact he couldnt see you. "goodnight, jason." and just like that, you were lulled to sleep. the both of you. turns out sharing a bed inst too hard once you stay to your own side of it and you were sure that you hadnt so much as laid a finger on the boy in your sleep.

when jason awoke early that morning, he registered the feeling of something on his arm, a light weight that he easily could have wriggled out of but for some reason, he didnt. his eyes opened and squinted slightly due to the light coming through the window and as he looked down he noticed you, nuzzling into him.

jason todd was sure at that very moment that his heart melted into a blob. somehow, his arm had managed to wrap around you in his sleep and you had managed to end up safe and sound, nuzzled into him, your skin cold but his own warm and with the method of calefaction, it had managed to rub off on you. his eyes softened at the sight, something he never truly thought he could ever see his entire life.

maybe he didnt hate you as much as everyone had thought but as he pulled his phone from the drawer next to him, snapping a quick shot, he grinned.

he was never going to let you live this down. even if, per se, he did like it much more than he'd ever admit.

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fawnindawn · 18 days

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Jason Todd smells like gunpowder, leather and old books. He’s always donning a leather jacket, the same one regardless of how worn out it is. It’s become soft due to the material stretching over his muscles, and it looks almost too small on him with the way the cuffs grip at his wrists. Refuses to get a new one, abandonment issues run strong even with non-animate objects. Has favourites when it comes to guns. Pats them occasionally, strapped beneath his jacket or on his thigh in habit. Names them and gives them a kiss after a mission well done. Ridiculously hot in combat, only cause he likes to show off. Swings his guns just for the flare. You think he’d be less of a threat without them. He just gets worse. Fist fighting with him is your worst nightmare because he enjoys the sound of bone-breaking from pure strength. Bandages over his knuckles always. Never heals with how often he gets into brawls. Large, veiny hands, scar-filled. Huge biceps. Thick neck. Even thicker thighs. He’s just huge. Getting pinned by him means it’s game over. Yet, somehow you never hear him approach till he wants you to. Black, tousled hair that casts shadows over his eyes. Turquoise eyes turned green from the Lazarus Pit. They have this unnatural glow, evident in the dark. Always running from place to place, cause he can’t stand coming back to an empty apartment. Adrenaline junkie. On the rare occasion he’s not plotting something to piss off Bruce, or crushing gang ops, he can be caught in a second-hand bookstore flipping through classic literature. Earphones plugged in with either rap or jazz, no in-between, he’s delicate with books as he flips through the pages. A startling contrast to any Gotham citizen, peering in and seeing a gym hunk hoarding the narrow space between bookcases, holding a miniature sized novel by Jane Austen.

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k-4-ni · 7 months

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JASON TODD who has every single allergy engraved into his brain, you ordered a sandwich with something you are allergic to? Nope, He's giving it back. He finds out that he keeps something you're allergic to in his place. Nope, he's throwing it away. He always checks the ingredients on chips, packets of biscuits, and food, He never wants to see you in pain or swollen from something that could been effortlessly avoided.

JASON TODD who is an absolute whore for cuddles, it doesn't matter what you're doing or where you are, whether you're cooking or studying, fixing a broken object— he's going to drag you back to bed and smother you with his muscly arms and sloppy kisses, saying something along the lines of:

"Please, Just five more minutes... Breakfast can wait."

JASON TODD t keep his hands or eyes off you, he can't help it— He treasures the way your hair sways back and forth, the way it shines and curls and kisses his fingers whenever he twirls it in his hands, or the way you cook away a feast in the kitchen, keeping an eye on you in case you needed a hand, keeping an eye on the way you tugged at your bottom lip with your teeth, the way your apron hugged and embraced your curves like you were carved out of roses and silk, God he would've trembled to his knees if you asked him to.

JASON TODD who can't control his hands whenever he's around you— cuddling you— devouring you, savouring you, his hand squeezing, kneading, touching and massaging... From the soft, plush flesh of your thighs to the curves and dents of your hips, the way his fingers glide over your skin sends his brain into a frenzy, the things he would do just to have your thick thighs cage his head in are unbelievable.

"You're so soft, angel... So soft and squishy, C'mere lemme hold you."

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frankieburieshisdead · 13 days

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𝕽𝖊𝖉𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖝 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

cw: NSFW, praise kink, minors DNI

You sighed, gripping the back of your head with one hand and Jason's chest with the other. Tonight was slow. He had stumbled into your apartment, half dead wearing the case he had been working on for almost a month now. You had convinced him to pull Dick in, who subsequently pulled Tim in, who pulled Steph in, so on and so forth. The case was wrapped up a couple days later. This one exhausted him more than any other you'd seen. A string of children pulled out of the narrows to run heroin across to star city. As soon as you got the details of the case you knew you would loose him to it. At least for a while. Now he's back, and under you, inside you, and you plan to keep him that way for as long as he'll let you.

It's never like this with Jason. He has this frenetic energy when the two of you are together. This raw thing that men generate from years of repression, years of stuffing men's health magazines under their mattresses and looking the other way in locker rooms. It's being pressed against bathroom walls, bent over desks and fooling around under them. It's rough, fast, good.

This was not that. You had stripped Jason slowly. Pulling his jeans down to nuzzle at his underwear. Brought him to a hard standing with light kisses up and down his torso. The two of you were tucked in the padded reading nook in the lounge, propped up by Jason's leg and you weren't so much riding as rocking gently. You were practically cradled in his pelvis, panting as you let him grind into you.

You didn't even mean to say it, you just felt so good, it was falling out of your mouth before you could catch it:

"God you're good, such a good boy."

Your hands were cradling his face now, so you got a perfect view when his eye's rolled back into his head and bucked into you, whimpering like a puppy.

Oh. Oh.

"Good. So good. You're perfect Jason. You're my good boy aren't you?"

Jason was unraveling under you. His hands were clutching at your waist, gripping and letting go, digging and massaging into the dip of your waist. His face was scrunched up, mouth gasping like he was trying to cut off the moans with his throat. He was close. You could feel him throbbing inside of you. Pulsing. You levered yourself against his chest, bouncing properly for the first time since the two of you started. He practically screamed, muzzling himself against his shoulder like he was covering a sob.

"Oh Jay it's okay. I'm here baby and you're good. You're good Jay."

He shook apart. Shoulders and waist convulsing. Tears streamed down his face, dipping into his open mouth and down into the dip of his collar bone. He was beautiful. You felt warm spurts go off inside you, and you tipped your head back as the pressure brought you over the edge as well.

You collapsed against him, keeping your nose tucked against his, breathing him in. His arms slowly wrapped around you, compressing your bodies together and letting him bulk swallow you.

"Can I... um, can I stay inside you." He sounded embarrassed to ask, like it was a naughtier than what you'd just done.

"Mmyeah Jay." You adjusted him under you so could cradle his head against your neck. "Tired?"

It was partly rhetorical. You could feel him nodding off against your shoulder, head tipping back so you could get a peak at that cute white streak. You fell asleep with him inside you, burying himself as deep as he would go and squeezing you like he thought you'd disappear in his sleep. He really was perfect.

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evsstolenhearts · 3 months

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Summary: you end a peaceful patrol to go make jason rest

Jason Todd x Gn!Vigilante!Reader | 749 words | no y/n

Warnings: mild sickness, mentions of gangs, petty theives, ect. Nothing to crazy

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Standing on the roofs of Gotham, you can see everything. The city, despite the darkness that lurks in every corner, is beautiful. The lights from tall city buildings reflecting off windows, the sounds of the bustling streets, the moment of calm.

Your vigilante costume sits tight to your skin, hiding your identity from the many people out and about this late at night. Despite Gotham being one of the most dangerous city's in the world, the night life is forever endless. Gothamites never sleep it seems.

Your patrol has been pretty calm all night, Jason at home with a cold, Dick back in Büldhaven, Tim visiting the Kent's, Duke staying in to work on an essay, and everyone doing their own thing tonight. Small gangs and petty thiefs have been active, but it seems the routes have also taken a night off. Perhaps it's the freezing cold temperatures the city has recently encountered, or the heavy rain that has been on and off the past week.

As you finish your break, your comms get slightly hijacked, "seems your alone tonight." The voice is clearly Oracle.

"Seems you are too, all the other death defying idiots too busy to give you attention right now?" Your smile can be heard from your tone as you begin to move through the city.

Her laugh sounds through your ears, "very funny. Anyways, I want you to finish up. It's nearing the end of the night anyways, go home early."

Your feet stop moving on a differnet roof top at her tone, despite being light hearted as usual, it seems to have a serious undertone laced through it. "Is there a patrical reason for this bonus vacation time?"

"Redhood has called me three times. One to ask abt information on a case, which I didn't give him and told him to rest." While Oracle explains, you begin moving in a different direction, now aiming for home, "the other two times asking about you, were you are, how you are. If he calls me again in gonna block both your numbers."

"You underestimating us? I'm sure I could contact you even if you tried to get rid of me." You laugh, but definitely tense at the information. Jason has been out of commission for two nights in a row due to a horrible cold he got. You assume it's from the storm he was in the other day, mixing with the chemicals from Ivys plants, due to the area he was patrolling.

"Try me." Is all you hear before Oracle leaves you be. Once again leaving you to the ambiance of Gotham city.

You quickly make your way to your shared apartment. You climb up the fire escape and go through the open window, to see the lovely sight of your shirtless boyfriend.

On the couch, hunch over and man spreading, is Jason, in boxers and nothing else as he sorts through case files.

"Damn babe, it's fucking freezing in here." You take off your mask and shut and lock the window you came through, "no wonder you have a damn cold. You're never gonna get over it at this rate."

Jason hums in acknowledgment, still sorting through his files. With a sigh and a roll of your eyes, you go to the bedroom to change. Stripping out of your costume, throwing on warm and proper clothes, and cleaning yourself up a bit.

When you come back to the living room, Jason hasn't moved a bit.

"Jay?" You lean on the doorway and wait for a response, getting none. "Jason?" Again, nothing.

So, not feeling like dealing with him being defiant, you walk over to the couch where he sits, and stand between him and the coffee table, forcing him to look at you.

Jason finally looks up, eyes tired and red, skin slightly sweaty. "Hello." He finally says.

"You should be in bed." Your nails rake through his hair, slightly gross feelings but Jason is clearly enjoying it.

"I was working." His eyes flutter closed as he relaxes into your touch.

A small smile forms over your face as you move to cradle his face in your hands, "save work for later, you need mental and physical rest."

Jason opens his eyes to look up to you, "yeah, okay. Fine." Voice reluctant.

Walk him back to your shared bed, seeing him plop down and pass out almost immediately, you decide that everything else can wait, so you claw up with him and join him.

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wwrenwrites · 5 months

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**Y/N entering the bathroom where Jason is showering**

Y/N: Jason name a woman

Jason: Fiona from Shrek

Y/N:

Jason: Why?

**Y/N wheezing walking out of the bathroom**

Jason: Why??

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beingsuneone · 6 months

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Memories & Delusions

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

SYNOPSIS: Jason Todd is dead, you have to remember that; even if the newest villain in town is both incredibly sexy and reminds you of the boy you used to love.

FANDOM: DC

PAIRING(S): Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

RATING: PG

CHARACTERS MENTIONED: Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Tim

GENRE/AU: fluff, different timeline AU (not mentioned in detail but the timeline is different than canon), canon divergence, reader is kind of like Stephanie so NOT Bruce’s kids but she does live in the manor.

WORD COUNT: 3.9k

WARNINGS: Swearing, mentions of blood and injuries.

A/N: I could fs do a part two to this ;)

DEDICATIONS: Myself for having this idea for more than two years and finally getting it out in writing in some way

CREDITS: N/A

“Jesus Christ! Who the fuck is this guy, Batman?” You exclaim, panting hard through your mask; whoever this Red Hood guy is… he really knows your team's weaknesses. It’s disconcerting.

Weirdly enough, he’s left you mostly alone.

Bruce shrugs from across the room. “That’s what we’re trying to figure out.”

It’s a blur of movement as Red Hood tries to attack mostly Bruce, only attacking Dick or you if you get in the way.

He’s said almost nothing since this fight started.

After a few minutes, Bruce sends a signal and jumps out of the half destroyed building; Dick follows and jumps out shortly after.

Leaving just you and Gothams latest criminal.

You’re about to turn to jump again, when suddenly your wrist is caught in Red Hood’s hand.

The familiarity of it makes you gasp and freeze.

He stares down at you, intimidating and silent through his red helmet.

Returning his stare, with as much fiery energy as you can muster, you try to pull your wrist away; His grip is like iron and you can’t.

“Don’t get in my way, Y/n.” He says, making your heart drop with the use of your civilian name. “I won’t choose between you and my goal.”

Your back is rigid and you’re breathing has stopped… if he knows your name, that means he probably knows everyone else’s too.

Fuck.

He finally lets go, brushing past your stiff body.

You’re too shocked to follow him.

….

“He knew my name, Bruce!” You say, feeling panicked. “Do you know what that means?”

Bruce nods curtly. “It means you aren’t suiting up until we’ve taken him down.” You try to protest but Bruce holds a hand up to cut you off. “It’s not up for discussion.”

You fidget with the small red pendant hanging around your neck, something you do whenever you’re feeling too many emotions.

It reminds you of Jason, the first boy you’ve ever been in love with and also the last; Jason was also Bruce’s second adopted son.

Jason Todd died five years ago.

But when he was alive… There was something special about him. He was always so eager to help Bruce by being robin.

That was back before you had your own suit; really, you’d only gotten a superhero identity so you could hunt down the joker and get revenge for Jason, but Bruce had managed to convince you not to do that in the last five years.

Probably for the best, even if seventeen is too young for someone to die; even if having a strong bond ripped away from you before it could become anything still hurt so badly.

You follow Bruce down into the batcave. “What do we know about Red Hood? Do we have any idea how he originated? It seems like he just popped out of nowhere.”

Bruce contemplates his answer as he unlocks the bat computer. “All we know is that he would have had to fly under our radar for months in order to take over the whole underground drug ring.”

You over hover his shoulder, trying to see what’s on the screen below him. “I don’t understand how we wouldn’t hear anything about him? With that many people who work for him, you’d think one of them would mention something.”

He hums in response. “They must be terrified of him.”

Alfred inserts himself into the conversation and ushers you back into the main part of the manor. “Alright, Miss. Y/n, You’re officially off duty indefinitely.” He pauses. “Like Master Bruce said, it is safer if you disconnect yourself from your hero identity.”

You frown. “If he knows my real name, he probably knows where I live.”

“He also told you, quote ‘don’t get in my way’ end quote.” Alfred tuts. “He clearly has no intention of hurting you as a civilian.”

You huff and head up to your bedroom, feeling like you really need to be out there but not really knowing why.

You suppose you don’t know what to do with your time anymore, now that you’ve been superhero-ing for so long.

When was the last time you read a book? Or watched a movie, just because you wanted to? It’s been too long…

Your bookshelves mostly carry decorative encyclopedias and other books that would bore you to sleep, so you leave your room and head just down the hallway.

The door creaks as you push open and clicks when you push it shut; then, you’re left in the silence of Jason Todd’s bedroom. Unchanged and untouched from the last moment he was in here.

It’s a little messy but nothing out of the ordinary for a teenage boy; the bed was never made, and his clothes were ever put in his drawers despite them being washed.

There’s books pulled out and just scattered in places, schoolbooks, comic books, novels… finally you spot what you wanted to find.

It’s a very old and very worn copy of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, something the two of you used to read together when you’d sneak onto the roof of the manor at nighttime.

You’d watch the stars and one of you would read the book out loud, until eventually you both would pass out and give Bruce a heart attack the next morning.

Maybe it was time to revisit that tradition, even if you were only reading to yourself.

Bruce and Alfred are in the Cave so you find your way into the roof and lay back. The shingles are definitely more uncomfortable without Jason to lay on, but it’s still a nice feeling nonetheless.

Just the act of laying under the stars with that book in your hands, makes you feel a kind of warmth that you haven’t felt in years.

You close your eyes and take a long, deep breath of night air; It’s fresh and ever so slightly damp, but in a way that makes you feel nice. The cold nips at your body in all the right ways.

Unfortunately, all bliss is momentary, and someone clearing their throat makes you jump a couple centimeters upwards.

You’re met with the bright red helmet of Red Hood.

“Pride and Prejudice, huh?” He says casually, though you're pretty sure he has a voice changer on, which makes his voice sound more irritated than it probably is.

You back up a few inches. “Bru-” Red Hood slaps a hand over your mouth before you can finish yelling for help.

You squirm in his grip, but he just maneuvers you so that your back is to his chest and you can barely move which makes your body lock up again— you can’t help the feeling of familiarity that settles in your stomach, or the way your body reacts to his.

Worst of all, he smells just like… no, it must just be where you are.

Jason Todd is dead.

And yet.

“Relax, Y/n, I’m not here to hurt you.” Something about him makes you listen and you relax your body. He kind of half-scoffs in response. “Are you done?”

You nod as best you can. He releases you.

“Who— why are you here?” You say, trying to ignore the fact that everything about this masked man reminds you of Jason.

Your chest rises and falls irregularly as he stares at you.

His head snaps away randomly. “Why should I tell you that?”

“Don’t answer my question with a question.”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.”

There’s a look of defiance shared between the two of you, or, at least, on your end. You can’t actually see his face so you’re really just assuming.

You spin away and blow out a labored breath. “God, I must be going insane…” Even the way he talks with you sounds like Jason.

“You’re so short, you look like a bunny who lost its carrot.” He says with a laugh.

“I do not!” You exclaim angrily, your mouth dropping open. “Okay, that’s it, I’m calling Bruce.” Your hand slips into your pocket to pull out your phone, and just as it's out of your pocket, Red Hood grabs your wrist; he traps it in one spot and yanks the phone from your hand.

He gently sets it on the ground. “Tell that fucker whatever you want, but wait until I’m gone.” The tone in his voice sends a chill down your spine. He seems so angry…

With that, he leaves, taken the same way that you took off the roof.

You stand there until you hear the roar of his motorbike, and then you finally retreat from the roof with the book clutched tightly to your chest.

…..

“I’m going with you, Bruce. You can’t stop me.” You say, already moving to try to grab your suit.

“No, you’re not.” He says sternly, blocking your path. “You need to stay out of this fight.”

You raise your eyebrows in challenge. “I’m going whether you let me wear that suit or not.” Bruce apparently doesn’t like this because he frowns even harder than before. You continue, “You can’t go alone. Dick is out of town and Tim is at school. Let me come.”

“You forget I did this by myself for quite a while before I adopted Dick.” He says firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Bruce doesn’t need your help, you know that; helping him isn’t your real goal.

Ever since the rooftop incident with Red Hood you’d gone into some sort of obsessive spiral over his similarities to Jason.

You feel like you need to talk to him again, touch him again… just to see why he’s so familiar; you feel insane.

The deepest parts of your brain scream at you that it’s not just similarities, that he really is Jason but… he can’t be; you watched them bury Jason’s body.

“There’s something else going on with you.” Bruce says, basically sizing you up.

You stiffen, which unfortunately gives away your next lie. “There’s nothing going on with me.” No excuse comes to mind so you don’t say anything more.

Bruce pauses for a beat.

“This has nothing to do with Red Hood.”

“Okay? Why would that matter?” You say dismissively, but also way too fast. “I don’t think keeping me locked up at home helps anyone.”

He sighs and finally caves. “Fine, you can come.”

…..

You aren’t sure how this situation devolved so quickly, but your communications got cut off a while ago and you haven’t been able to find Bruce or navigate very well through the rubble.

You’re bleeding heavily from a few different cuts and you’re pretty sure you sprained your ankle.

The faint cackle of the Joker makes you dive under a fallen piece of concrete, because if he comes this way he’ll surely kill you.

But the laugh recedes so you crawl out and sit against it instead.

You’re just about to start sobbing from the pain when you hear footsteps again; you go silent and try to move but you don't allow that.

You see a flash of red, and then Red Hood turns a corner into your line of sight.

“Christ’s sake, Y/n.” He mumbles. “What happened?” He approaches and drops down so he’s sitting on his feet, he stares for a moment, and you assume he’s assessing your injuries.

“You can’t call me that— here.” You hiss when he presses a finger against your ankle.

He stands up and takes both your hands, completely ignoring what you said. “Up. But don’t stand on your bad ankle.”

You grip his hands and stand up, holding your bad ankle in the air; Red Hood scoops you up bridal style not a moment later.

You squeal. “What are you doing?”

He stops walking and turns the face of his helmet directly toward you. “I’m taking you back to my base so I can help you get fixed up.” He interrupts you before you can speak, answering the question you were going to ask. “Batman isn’t here anymore, he went to follow after the Joker.”

It’s a rough walk to his bike, and it lasts for about ten minutes; ten awkward minutes of you being carried by Red Hood.

Red Hood who’s supposed to be a criminal and your enemy. Red Hood who brings you more comfort than he should just because of who he reminds you of.

He settles you onto the bike, pulling out an extra helmet before he speeds off.

…..

“Jesus, you sprained your ankle really badly.” He curses, performing whatever medical procedures as you hiss and whine at the pain.

He’s already stitched and/or dressed any of the open wounds you had and he saved the worst for last.

“Okay,” he says absent-mindedly. “I can’t do this properly with this thing.”

He reaches for his helmet but you stop him. “You’re taking your helmet off?”

He hesitates, then nods slowly. “I have to. If you don’t want to see, then shut your eyes until I’m done.”

You nod and squeeze your eyes shut.

He sighs softly and gets back to working on your ankle.

…..

“I swear to god, Bruce, it’s him. Red Hood is Jason.” You say, purposfully making your voice flat and void of emotion. “He has to be.”

Bruce just stares.

And stares.

Sympathetically, softly. But he stares.

“Jason has been dead for a long time, Y/n, and you know that.”

“No— I know, but he can’t be— that has to be him.” You back up into one of the chairs in the batcave, trying to calm your racing heart; you still try to keep a calm outward facade.

“What makes you think he’s Jason?” Bruce asks.

You weakly gesture at nothing with your hand. “Just look at him. He’s— everything about him is the same.”

Tim snorts from the computer. “The running drug rings and murders?”

“Not appropriate, Tim.” Dick says flatly and Tim’s face falls quickly.

You don’t blame him, you probably would have made a joke like that too.

Shaking your head, you stare at the floor past Bruce. “They sound the same, they talk the same way, they look similar— hell, they even smell the same.”

Bruce’s brows furrow. “How do you know what he smells like?”

“Uh…” you stall. “You know, close combat.”

Apparently, he drops it even though he clearly doesn’t believe you, because he asks another question. “We’ve never seen Red Hood unmasked, how do you know they look similar?”

You shrug. “They just do. There’s just something about him. I haven’t been able to shake the feeling for a while.”

It’s silent again for several long moments.

Then Bruce shakes his head absentmindedly.

“Jason is dead, Y/n. No matter how much we miss him, he can’t come back.”

But he’s wrong, he has to be.

Because no one is that similar to someone. You’re sure of it.

……

Your cheeks are wet and your eyes are starting to become raw from you rubbing at them.

Sobbing pathetically on the rooftop of the manor because you had to be reminded about a death that happened a long time ago is not the highlight of your day.

It’s stupid, going from sure of yourself, to telling yourself you’re so stupid for ever thinking it could be true in the first place.

There’s footsteps beside you, but you don’t look up. You don’t care enough to see who it is.

You fidget with the necklace around your neck as you sniffle into your knees.

Something clicks and then hisses as if air pressure is being released before you hear a tiny thud, and then someone pulls you into them.

You know who it is now.

“What’s wrong?” He asks quietly. You know you could look up and confirm your suspicions at any moment but you just can’t bring yourself to do it.

It’s not true, after all, because it can’t be. It’s not possible.

You shrug against him. “I’m reopening old wounds for no reason.” You pause. “Why do you trust me?”

He’s silent, contemplative for a while. “You’re you.”

You laugh dryly. “That doesn’t explain anything.”

“You haven’t even bothered to look have you?” His hand strokes lines in your hair. “You could. I don’t think I’d mind.”

“I don’t want to know.” You say, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I’m not ready for that.”

He nods, you can feel the movement through his body, even though it’s subtle.

You sit, wrapped up in his arms for a long while before he clears his throat softly and asks, “what old wounds have you been reopening?”

Your eyes well again, but you choke back the tears. “An old… friend, I guess. He died.” You start to pull back but you don’t look at his face.

Instead, you bury your face in your hands again. He lets you pull back. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

You shrug. “It was a long time ago, he just meant a lot to me— and it’s really hard because you remind me so much of him.”

He makes a sort of strangled sound and then clears his throat again but more rough this time. “Why do you say that?”

His voice sounds even more similar without the helmet and voice changer. This man is going to be the death of you. Maybe literally. “I don’t… I don’t know. It’s just everything.” You shake your head and laugh sardonically. “It’s driving me insane.”

“How did he die?” His voice is darker than before, and there’s a sort of undertone you can’t place.

“Brutally.” You stop, take a deep breath, and offer only a bit more context. “The Joker.”

He hums. “The Joker‘s alive and ruling this dumb city.” He pauses. “How do you think your friend would feel about that?”

“Probably about the same as I do. Sick.” You run a hand through your hair, purposefully trying to avoid seeing his face. “That’s why I became a hero, you know. I wanted to kill the joker because he killed Ja- um, my friend.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“People stopped me before I did something I couldn’t come back from.” You say, wrapping your arms around your legs. “I hope the joker suffers a terrible death, but I don’t think it should be by my hands. He wins if I spend the rest of my existence regretting it.”

Red Hood picks up his helmet and clicks it back on. “Right.” He stands and stares down at you. “I have to leave now.”

You shudder at his sudden coldness, and stand abruptly. “Okay, I— um, goodbye…?” You want to smack yourself at how unsure you sound. “Did I say something wrong?”

He shakes his head. “I just don’t know why you would ever regret ridding the world of someone like The Joker, that’s all.”

Stiffly, you nod and wipe your hands on your pants.

“Sorry about your friend.” He finishes, before leaving you alone on the roof again. “Too bad I didn’t know him.”

Basically, crushing any hopes you might’ve had that he was Jason.

……

This is an atrociously stupid idea, you know; driving directly into the den of Gotham's biggest drug lord is the smartest thing to do.

But Gotham's biggest drug lord is Red Hood, and you’re fairly sure he won’t hurt you. Mostly.

His lackeys though, don’t seem so forgiving.

“Who the hell are you?” The man who barks the question at you, is raggedy looking and has the worst, most distasteful tattoos you’ve seen in your life.

“I’m here to see Red Hood.” You amend quickly, “I’m a friend of his.”

“Yeah, right.” The other guard says, a bulky looking woman who is also insanely beautiful… unsettlingly so. “A fragile little thing like you, friends with our boss… please.”

You scoff. “Trust me, I’m not fragile.” Stopping, you contemplate whether it’s a good idea to start something, considering your ankle is still healing. “Just call him.”

She rolls her eyes. “Fine, whatever.”

An old phone hangs on the wall and she picks up the receiver and quickly dials a number. “Hey, I have a woman here who says she’s the bosses friend— her name? I have no clue— Oi, what’s your name?” The woman barks at you.

“Y/n.”

“Her name’s Y/n.” She’s silent for a minute while we all wait, then she hangs up the phone aggressively and yanks your arm into her grip. “Lucky. Let’s go.”

The corridors are a bit confusing to navigate, but you’re mostly just following the woman, who seems very familiar with them.

After ten minutes you reach a door, it matches almost every other door, but it has ‘boss’ written crudely on it in spray paint.

“You’re on your own from here.” She says gruffly before stomping away.

You take a moment to collect yourself before you knock, and the door swings open before you can even finish knocking.

“Why are you here?” Red Hood sounds breathless behind his mask, as if something winded him. “How did you remember how to get here?”

“I’m… actually not sure.” You chuckle quietly to yourself as Red Hood pulls you inside.

He sits down at a desk after pulling a chair out for you to sit in. “Again, why are you here?”

Your heart seizes for a moment as if the reason why you’re here hit you all over again. “I want you to show me who you are.”

“Are you sure?” Red Hood questions slowly, his body locking up. “You’re not going to like it.”

You nod curtly. “Yes, I need to know.”

He takes a deep breath and stands up, coming right up close to you. Far enough that you could see his face clearly but close enough to have your knees buckling.

He reaches up and presses a button you can’t see. The helmet hisses and opens, he pulls it off.

And your jaw drops.

Standing there, in grown up glory, black hair, green eyes that used to kill you, is Jason Fucking Todd.

“You’re— You’re not— dead.” You stammer, almost reaching out to touch him before you yank your hand back.

You’re so irrationally angry and also relieved and devastated all at the same time.

Jason sets the helmet down. You can’t decide whether to hug him and never let go or slap him for waiting so long to tell you. “That’s a… complicated story.” He pauses. “I promise I’ll tell you that story but I just— can’t get into that right now.”

You nod slowly. “Okay… that means I can get fucking pissed now.”

You’ve clearly confused him when you wrap your hands around his waist and squeeze tightly while also cursing him out. “I can’t believe you waited this long to show me.”

You can see the smart-ass comment on the tip of his tongue but he bites it back. “I knew you’d find out eventually.” His eyes caress your body and there’s a look of longing lingering in his eyes; he seems to be contemplating something. “Fuck it, I’ve been waiting too long to do this.”

You barely have time to react as Jason lowers his face down to yours and kisses you; As soon as you realize what he’s doing, you kiss back.

His hands go to rest on your hips, as you slowly get pushed back into his desk behind you. When you hit the ledge of if, Jason lifts you onto its surface, and pulls back.

“I’ve wanted to do that since we were kids.” He says quietly.

You gently touch your lips, almost in disbelief. “I’ve been wanting you to do that since we were kids.”

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in-som-niyah · 17 days

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Jason Todd has abs you could grate cheese on.

no i will not elaborate

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gleasonlovesjasontodd · 2 months

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Jason is just the sweetest boyfriend who helps you put on your jewelry. Buys you anything you want and notices when you like something and he secretly buys it. Gives you the sweetest kisses. Reads you poetry in the softest voice. He loves playing with your hair. When he comes home he is always very careful not to wake you up. Sleeps closer to the door. Gives the best forehead kisses. Loves to rub your hand with his thumb. Always ties your shoelaces for you even when you say you can do it. Helps you zip and unzip your dress when you need help. Learns to tie a bow for you. Walks closer on the sidewalk for you. Wipes your tears away and gives you the biggest hug. Lets you wear his jacket no matter how cold he is

he would just be the best boyfriend ever

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rhysispieces · 1 year

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you know that one picture of jason todd? the one that nobody can escape? yeah, this one. every time i see or think of this image, the only thought that goes through my head is riding him, in the red hood suit, while he sits just like that. please tell me i’m not the only one.

update: i can’t just not say same to these tags

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livelovelizz · 1 year

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now i'm no longer alone

jason todd x reader / fluff

tw: mentions of blood and a knife

“What the fuck.”

You try to swallow the lump that’s appeared in your throat. You know you must look stupid with your open-mouth stare, but you couldn’t help it. Really…

“What the fuck,” you repeat, scanning the figure in front of you. In the dingy hallway of your apartment complex, stands an out of place person. Red helmet scratched up, black tactical suit torn, and the most startling of all, the amount of blood pouring out from behind a hand.

“Hey, I don’t mean to rush this… but do you mind like—” the figure jerks his head and all you can do float aside to allow him to hobble through. You bite your lip and peek into the hallway. All that stares back at you is flickering LED lights and dingy wallpaper.

Letting out a shaky breath, you stare at the blood spots left on the floor as the door closes, latching it as quietly as possible. You turn the lock.

The injured vigilante you let in has made their way to your couch, draping themselves across it with legs falling off the sides. It’s silent, air tense, waiting for the other shoe to drop. You open your mouth, ready to start complaining when glistening liquid catches you eye. Clicking your tongue, you go to retrieve the first aid kit from the bathroom.

Flipping on the switch, you squint to adjust to the sudden brightness. You stare at yourself in the mirror. Mussed up hair from sleep, wrinkled pajamas, and a deep frown. You take in a deep breath to collect yourself. Right. Now’s not the time to be distracted by anything other than the problem bleeding out on your couch.

You rummage in the cabinet underneath the sink for a couple minutes, noises too loud for whatever fucking time it is. Behind a stack of toilet paper is where the med-kit is hiding, so it's quickly snatched up and you hurry back to the living room. The idiot is still in the same position, sans the red helmet, which has been tossed aside on the floor.

You shake your head and sigh. “You actually have to take off your suit for me to do anything.”

Blue-greenish eyes swipe to look over at you. They look distinctly glassy and out of focus. Concussion?

“You tryin’ to get me in bed already? At least take me to dinner first,” the mighty Red Hood responds, trying to smile but winces and carefully remains still. You bite your lip.

“Think you can move, or am I gonna have to cut the suit?” you ask, settling on the small sliver of couch left for you, pressing against his thighs. Opening the med-kit, everything gets set out in preparation.

There’s a groan and instantly you zone in on Jason’s face, twisted in pain.

“Just take it off. Trying to replace this shit is too annoying,” he grunts, slowly sitting up. You watch him closely, taking in every small twitch and tense muscles. Gently, hands are placed around his waist, slowly peeling back the top half of his suit. Jason’s been through this a lot. Too much, you think sourly. He forcibly relaxes and doesn’t move when his shirt finally pulls away from his wound. It takes several minutes, going slow and checking over everything, before his top is finally off of him and tossed on the floor somewhere.

His chest is littered with bruises and small scratches, but none of it compares to the gaping knife wound spanning from his ribs to waist. You’re not going to lie, the amount of blood along with how deep the wound is disgusting—you don’t want to know what muscle you’re seeing behind his peeled back skin—but you hold your breath.

Neither of you say anything. You’re focused on cleaning, disinfecting, and wincing as you feel and hear loose skin squish against the needle held in bloody hands. You only fully relax when everything is safely bandaged behind white gauze. Eyes dart up to Jason’s face, becoming slightly startled and embarrassed when you find him already looking at you. Maintaining eye-contact, you reach a hand up to his face, gently brushing over his cheek.

“Anything else I need to know?” you ask quietly, afraid to break whatever comfortable silence the two of you have. Jason takes in a deep breath and shakes his head, leaning into your hand. You don’t want to disturb him. He finally looks somewhat peaceful and not in too much pain after the many pills you shoved at him to take. “I’m going to get a washcloth and some clothes, okay? Don’t move.”

Jason flinches and wide eyes meet yours. “I was, uh, I wasn’t planning on staying,” he says, obviously confused. You stare into his eyes. He only stares back.

You quirk an eyebrow. “Do you honestly think I’m letting you leave this apartment in this state?”

“I’ve had worse, nothin’ to worry about your pretty head about, doll,” he grunts. He’s in the process of sitting up, but doesn’t get too far before a hand is pushing him back down.

“That doesn’t exactly make me feel better,” you dryly respond, “Now, you’re going to sit here and wait for me to come back, okay?”

There must be something showing in your expression because Jason takes a moment before relenting with a sigh. “Hurry it up then, I’m tired and want to sleep.”

You scoff. Honestly, the audacity of this man is astounding. You quickly gather clean clothes for him, random stuff he’s left here from past visits. Armed with a bowl of water and a washcloth, you’re ready to tackle the problem of wiping him down. By the time you make it back to the couch, Jason’s already discarded his pants and shoes. He smiles widely as soon as he sees you, wiggling his eyebrows. The washcloth you were holding is now hitting him in the face.

“Wha—Hey!” Jason pouts, “What was that for?”

The bowl of water is set down on the table, a little splashing over the sides. You look up to him. “You woke me up at an ungodly hour, bleeding out, made me fix you, and then expected me to wipe you down myself? Are you kidding me, Jason?”

You’re actually a little upset. It’s not that you haven’t seen him covered in blood before, but usually it’s not his blood he’s covered in. You knew what you were signing up for when you got together, but it doesn’t make it any less terrifying. A warmth wraps around your clenched fist and squeezes. You focus back into the present.

Jason’s looking at you with furrowed brows and a frown. You look down at your hands before you’re suddenly exhausted. Stumbling, you sit down next to Jason and deflate into his side.

“I–I’m sorry. Just…” you close your eyes and take a moment to collect yourself. “It’s just scary. Seeing you like that.”

Your chin is gently clasped and turned to look over to your lover sitting next to you. A thumb brushes against your cheek. “No, doll, I’m sorry. I know it’s a lot to ask of you,” Jason whispers, regret filling every word.

Shaking your head, you cover his hand with yours to keep him from pulling away. “Don’t. I would rather you come to me like this than I not knowing, with you in some dirty alley or safe house,” you reply and press a gentle kiss to his palm. “I just don’t like seeing you hurt.”

The exhaustion has finally caught up to you, dragging you down. You didn't really want to leave him alone, but a large yawn seizes you. Giving him another once, you deem it okay to leave him by himself.

“I’m gonna go to bed. Join me when you're clean,” you lean forwards and press a gentle kiss to his lips before silently making your way back into the bedroom. Too much has happened too early in the morning. Collapsing onto the bed, you take in a deep breath. You won’t go to bed without him, but your eyelids are heavy and begging for you to close them, so you do.

The next thing you know, the bed is dipping next to you while the blankets slowly cover you up. Not opening your eyes at all, you blindly reach out your left hand and wave it in the air until it makes purchase on something. A hand catches yours. Even with your eyes closed, you can basically feel the guilt he has for worrying you rolling off in waves. Gripping his hand tightly, you drag him down and press your body to his, keeping him in place. You're not chancing him leaving as soon as you fall asleep.

Your head rests on his chest, the gentle thump of his heart and rhythmic breathing is quickly lulling you back to sleep. In your last moments of consciousness, you feel his arm wrap around your back and a pressure on the crown of your head.

“G’night, doll,” he whispers. With him safely wrapped around you in the comfort of your home together, sleep is quick to find you.

fin.

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