ROMANCE-TOBER :: MOTORCYCLE RIDES AT NIGHT

ROMANCE-TOBER :: MOTORCYCLE RIDES AT NIGHT

a/n: omgg I’m gonna need to write every Jason romtober post AFTER OCTOBER AS A MASHUP WITH ALL THE ONES I MISS because I fucking delayed each one!?

I’ve been so busy today and lately and barely had time for myself or motivation I think it’s because I haven’t had my favorite energy drink in a while but tonight WE ARE GONNA WORK!!

The cool October air nipped at your skin as you stood on the quiet street, waiting for Jason to arrive. The evening had already begun to chill, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to fight off the shivers creeping in. You didn’t have to wait long, though soon enough, the low rumble of the stupid motorcycle Jason owned echoed down the street, followed by the unmistakable sight of Jason on his sleek black bike.

He pulled up beside you, his dark helmet concealing the mischievous smile you knew he had beneath. With a smooth motion, he kicked down the stand and swung his leg over the seat, pulling off his helmet to reveal his tousled hair and those sharp, playful eyes. The streetlights overhead cast a soft glow over him, making him look even more irresistible.

“Ready for a ride?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. He held out his helmet for you, a challenge in his gaze. “Or are you too cold to handle it?”

You laughed, rolling your eyes as you reached for the helmet. “I’ll be fine,” you said, though a shiver betrayed you as soon as you spoke, was Elsa dominating this October season or something.

Jason chuckled and held up a hand, stopping you before you could put the helmet on. “Nah, I can’t have my girl freezing out here.” Without hesitation, he unzipped his leather jacket and shrugged it off, handing it to you. “Here, take this. I’ll be fine.”

You blinked at him, surprised. “But won’t you get cold?”

He shrugged, smirking. “I’m tough. Plus, you can make it up to me later with hot chocolate, Lets just hope I don’t get frostbite.”

‘What a dramatic man’ you thought to yourself with a smile, you accepted the jacket and slipped it on, immediately enveloped in the warmth of the worn leather and Jason’s scent something comforting and familiar, like smoke, leather, and the faintest hint of gunpowder. It was big on you, but the warmth it provided was enough to keep you from complaining. Besides, there was something endearing about wearing his jacket.

“Thanks,” you murmured, zipping it up and feeling its warmth spread through your body.

Jason nodded, watching you for a moment before his gaze softened. “Looks good on you,” he said, his voice lower now. “Better than it does on me.”

You felt your cheeks warm, though you weren’t sure if it was from the compliment or the heat from the jacket. “Alright, show off. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

Jason grinned and handed you the helmet again, waiting until you were all set before he swung back onto the motorcycle. You climbed on behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso and leaning into his warmth. The chilly air still nipped at your skin, but being so close to him, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your hands, made it all much more bearable.

“Hold on tight,” he said over his shoulder, his voice playful but with a hint of seriousness.

And with that, the motorcycle roared to life, and you were off.

The streets of Gotham blurred around you as Jason expertly maneuvered through the darkened roads. The wind whipped past you, chilly but invigorating, and you held onto Jason a little tighter, resting your cheek against his broad back. The city’s lights twinkled in the distance, casting long shadows across the pavement, but with Jason in front of you, the darkness felt far less intimidating.

As the bike sped up, the cold air seemed to fade, replaced by the warmth of his body against yours. Every turn, every subtle shift of the bike, felt effortless in his hands, and you couldn’t help but admire how natural he looked on his motorcycle. It was like the bike was an extension of him—dangerous, sleek, and thrilling all at once.

Jason’s voice cut through the wind as he shouted over his shoulder, “You doing alright back there?”

You nodded, though he couldn’t see it, and shouted back, “I’m great!”

The ride continued, the two of you weaving through Gotham’s less traveled streets. Every now and then, Jason would slow down, letting you take in the quiet beauty of the city at night. The leaves on the trees had started to turn shades of gold and red, adding a pop of color to the otherwise dark surroundings. It was peaceful in its own way, Gotham’s chaos seeming far removed from this moment.

Eventually, Jason pulled into a secluded spot by the waterfront, where the city’s skyline stretched out across the river, lights reflecting off the rippling water. He killed the engine, the sudden silence almost deafening after the constant hum of the bike. You stayed seated for a moment, both of you still basking in the lingering adrenaline of the ride.

Jason turned his head slightly, his voice soft now. “How was it? Still cold?”

You shook your head, grinning as you finally released your grip on him. “Nope. That was amazing. And this jacket definitely helped.”

He smirked, turning to face you. “Told you I’d take care of you.”

You climbed off the bike, a little shaky from the excitement, and handed the helmet back to him. “You always do,” you replied, your voice quieter now, more sincere.

Jason set the helmet aside and stood, reaching out to pull you into his arms. You melted into his embrace, feeling the warmth radiating off him even in the crisp October air. His hands found their way around your waist, holding you close as you both stared out at the city together.

“You’re warmer than the jacket,” you murmured, nuzzling into his chest.

Jason chuckled softly, his breath warm against the top of your head. “I better be. I don’t let just anyone wear my jacket.”

You looked up at him, meeting his gaze. His eyes, usually so sharp and full of mischief, were soft now, full of something deeper. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, and you felt your heart swell with affection.

The two of you stood there for a while, wrapped up in each other and the quiet night, the city’s lights dancing across the water. The ride had been exhilarating, but this this moment right here, with Jason holding you close was perfect.

“Next time, though,” Jason said, his voice low and teasing, “we’re getting matching leather jackets. Can’t have my girl outshining me effortlessly everyday.”

You laughed softly, resting your head against his chest once more. “Deal. But I still think I look better in yours.”

He chuckled, pulling you even closer. “Yeah, you do, Your technically a homemade supermodel at this point”

And as you stood together in the cool October night, the warmth of his body and his jacket keeping the chill at bay, you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

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Jason Todd taking off his shirt before slipping into bed with you for the first time ever.

He's nervous you'll hate him and the sight of all his marred skin. The 'Y' cut under his pecs and down his stomach stands out like a sore thumb, red and angry despite years of existence.

All his scars are on display: bullet wounds and cuts from knives and glass, some jagged and others sharp. They span his arms and chest, stomach and back, trailing up his neck and face.

Yet, you can't help but see him as the most beautiful boy you've ever laid eyes on, pulling him closer with a hand through his hair.

The tension leaves his body the second he realizes you just don't care about how he looks, melting into your arms like he could find all the solace in the world pressed against your chest. (And maybe he can.)

Congrats on 2000 followers!!! In celebratioj, is it alright if I could get a dahlia bouquet with burlap packaging, and just a little lace?

you’re cute

jason could watch you do this for hours, you looked so peaceful and calm and he could live in this moment for another hundred hours. in reality you were doing nothing but folding your laundry. but the odd feel of domesticity healed a broken part inside him.

you walked around the room, putting the clothes away. he was on bed rest, per your instruction until his ankle was no longer swollen. you had wrapped it for him earlier, kissing his cheek and thanking him for letting you take care of him.

he held you in his arms for hours after that, he fell asleep, focused on your breathing while you slept in his arms.

promises whispered in your ear until he feel asleep.

jason loved you like plants love water, or poets love words. he couldn’t love anyone the way he loved you.

jason wasn’t good with his words, not like you were. he tried, he tried because he knew you deserved it, to hear how good you are. how well you treat him, how much he loves you.

“i love you.”

“you’re beautiful.”

“you’re doing great.”

you couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face when he said these things. you knew, understood how hard it was for him to communicate his feelings.

but you understood him, trusted him. love him. all the same.

you didn’t speak about the flowers that sat on the counter that week he had to leave gotham so urgently because of some link to the mob in metropolis.

or the way he’d fuck you so gently sometimes because he wanted to make you feel his love with every movement.

but you knew.

he loved you for it all. you wouldn’t put on the spot by bringing up vulnerability he wasn’t ready for. but you loved him all the same.

Love and Neighbors Chapters

AO3

Summary; Neighbors with Superman, the two of you try to figure out how to admit your feelings for each other. And everything that happens after.

Chapters

1-Small Talk In Elevators 2-Thin Walls 3-Humming In Elevators 4-Coffee Breaks 5- Cherry Pies 6-Dead Vibrators 7-Entitled Old Ladies 8-Friendly Neighborhood Reporter 9-The Five Stages of Grief 10-Nervous First Meetings 11-Broken Glasses 12- A Date or Not A Date 13-Don't Cry Over Spilt Coffee 14- Disrespectfully Hot 15- Are You Sure? 16-Faulty Shoes 17- Heartbeats 18-October Prank Wars 19-Kryptonian Hugs 20- Mr. and Mrs. Kent with I love you's 21- A Bull in a China Shop 22- Long Days 23-Morning 24-Moon and Stars 25-Home Made Sufganiyot 26-Say the Word 27- Puzzle Pieces 28- Brucie Wayne 29- Mortality 30- Look Down, It's Superman! 31-Cherry Pie Fiasco 32- Super Clean 33-Emergency Contact 34-Kansas Starlight 35- Four-Eyes 36- Mr. Wayne 37- Now? 38-Kicking Batman's Ass 39- The Pick Up Truck 40- Ma Kent's World Peace

You felt tired, exhausted, because that kept happening. Jason never showed his emotions no matter how much you said you loved him, that you were there for him, that you would understand him, that you tried hard for that at least.

It wasn't that simple for Jason, not for someone like him who felt like he didn't deserve that feeling (love). Seeing families smiling, houses being perfect. He couldn't believe that something so magical and pure could be his.

You were so perfect, so perfect that he didn't think he deserved you. He would catch himself in the middle of the night looking at the goat discreetly seeing his wonderful woman lying in bed in the middle of the night. "Oh God...how I love her..." he would say so quietly that not even he could hear.

But when you were here, looking at him saying how hurt you were because he didn't show you how he felt... he felt panic, his heart was beating desperately. How could his... his... his beloved leave him? He couldn't. He couldn't.

"Look... I'm sorry but I-" You tried to continue but what you heard made you stop... were those? sobs?, looking at Jason you saw him crying. Kneeling at his feet. That six-foot-tall man was crying at his feet. He looked so broken that his chest immediately twisted.

"Please choose me. Nobody ever chooses me. Please.." he said as he sobbed, his chest felt crushed so hard that he didn't know how to describe it, knowing that his beloved, the love of his life was leaving him was like losing his breath.

"Please, please, I...I love you, I know I'm hard to deal with, I have my crises, I'm terrible at showing affection, but please, stay, please love me. I would hate to lose you."

You held him in your arms, so tightly that he felt safe that night. You felt that this time he would know that someone would be there with him. Forever.

😭- oh my god I just cried over this.

I will be doing the asks, yes, I will, but I wanted to do this so much

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Vigilante Book Club Part 3

Jason Todd x Reader

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Written for Fictober, and for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: DC

Day Four Prompt: "No, we're not doing that."

Summary: Jason and his new SO have their official first date.

Word Count: 2,216

Category: Fluff

A/N: Shoutout to @v1ckycheesue for commenting about wanting to see the date! I wasn't sure I was going to come back to this idea, but something just popped into my head, so now we're here :) No promises, but there might also be a part 4 at some point on the horizon!

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I stepped out of my building with a smile, waving as soon as I caught sight of Jason on his motorcycle, waiting for me right where he said he'd be. After months of friendship and forming a mini book club with the Red Hood, earlier this week, I'd learned his secret identity thanks to a phone call from one of his brothers. Thankfully, Jason didn't mind, and even better, it had led to Jason asking me out on a date. He'd had a bit of a family situation to attend to earlier, but tonight was the night, and having him meet me outside my apartment on his motorcycle was certainly a good start.

"Hey!" I called once I was close enough. "How did the family dinner disaster go?"

Jason scoffed and rolled his eyes. "It went great, once I got there and kicked everyone else out of the kitchen. Somewhere between five and ten of us regularly attending family events and somehow I'm still the only one who knows how to cook."

I grinned. "Well, from personal experience, I can attest that you are an excellent chef."

"Thanks, babe," he said, huffing a laugh as I finally reached him. He held out one arm for a hug, and I stepped into him, wrapping both my arms around his shoulders as he sat on his bike. He brought his other hand up to rest on my hip, giving it a light squeeze before moving me a step back from him. "You look great."

"Thanks! You do too. So... are you gonna tell me what we're doing tonight?"

"Not yet," he said with a grin. "I still want our first stop to be a surprise. But you do need one more thing before we go."

I raised an eyebrow as Jason turned around on the bike, digging into one of the side bags before turning back to me with a bright red helmet in hand.

"Here, let me help you get it on."

I smiled, Jason helping me pull the helmet down over my head before holding either side of it, giving it a little shake to make sure it fit snugly. He grabbed the part right in front of my mouth and ran his finger across it, giving me a satisfied smile.

"Looks good. Go ahead and hop on, and we can get out of here."

I climbed onto the back of the bike, wrapping my arms tightly around Jason's waist as he pulled his own red helmet on over his head. It wasn't the same as his Red Hood helmet, but it did look pretty similar. I grinned, even though Jason couldn't see me.

"You ready sweetheart?" he asked, his voice crackling over an in-helmet comms system. I nodded, then realized how unhelpful that was.

"Yeah, I'm ready. Although I do have a question."

"What's that?" Jason asked. He started the bike as he spoke, the engine roaring beneath us.

"As somebody trying to maintain a secret identity, don't you think it's a little conspicuous that you've got a motorcycle helmet the exact same color as your vigilatne helmet? And almost the same style?"

I heard Jason huff a laugh, and his response took a few moments to come through the radio. Part of that might've been Jason trying to focus while he merged with traffic, but he'd never be able to convince me that was the entire reason.

"Nobody's figured it out yet," he finally said. Now it was my turn to laugh.

"Well, there you go, I guess. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you that nobody in Gotham suddenly becomes observant. You know, I could repaint your helmet in some sparkly colors for you, maybe put some stickers on it that say 'NOT Red Hood', help you keep your secret. We could make it a date night."

Jason snorted. "No, we're not doing that."

"Your loss babe."

I held tight to Jason as we swept through the city streets, looking over his shoulder and trying to figure out exactly where we were headed. I didn't put it together until we turned a corner and pulled into the parking lot for my absolute favorite bookstore in the city.

I gasped, and I heard Jason chuckle over the radio.

"I take it you're excited?"

"Jason, I got nothing but green flags from you from the moment you brought my favorite book back to me, but I cannot begin to tell you how amazing this surprise is. This is my dream date."

Jason chuckled again, pulling the bike into a spot near the front as he responded.

"I'm glad a bookstore date's as exciting to you as it is to me."

"Oh my god, you have no idea. You are actually a dream come true."

"Right back at you, sweetheart."

With that, he stepped off the bike and pulled his helmet off, taking mine from me a moment later when I did the same. I had a beaming smile on my face that I couldn't wipe off if I tried, and as soon as he saw it, Jason smiled too.

"Alright, I'll never be the one to put limits on getting books, but let me tell you what I was thinking for tonight," he said, taking my hand and helping me off the bike. We started walking to the front doors together, shoulder to shoulder and hands held tight. "I was thinking we each pick a book, ideally one the other person hasn't read before. Then we do an exchange and read the books the other person picked out for us."

Jason looked at me as we came to a stop just inside the bookstore, apparently waiting for my reaction. Like he hadn't just said something out of a romance novel.

I leaned up to kiss his cheek, squeezing his hand as I did. When I pulled back with a smile, Jason had one eyebrow raised.

"That sounds absolutely perfect," I said, and a minute later his face broke out in a wide grin.

"Okay, good. I'll go get your book, you go get mine. Whoever's done first finds the other."

"Deal. Let's do this."

Jason and I headed off in different directions, hunting through the bookstore for just the right book. A few weeks ago, he'd told me he'd never read Dracula, one of my favorite books and a classic that seemed right up his alley. We'd talked about reading it together for our informal book club, but we hadn't done it yet, and I couldn't think of a better book to get him for our date.

Unfortunately, we were in a bookstore, so I had to make a few detours on my way to my goal. I ended up with a small stack in my arms by the time I finally made it to Dracula, and I chewed my lip in thought as I stood betwen the stacks. What if he didn't have room for us to put these on the bike? What if we were going somewhere after this where the books would be a problem? I rarely managed to walk into a bookstore and walk out with nothing more than what I'd gone for, but maybe I could just take picture of the other titles with my phone-

"There you are."

I turned to see Jason behind me, a stack of books in his own arms. I grinned.

"I'm glad to see I'm not the only one who made a few pitstops on my way to the date book," I said. Jason scoffed.

"Of course not. I don't trust people who can easily avoid detours in bookstores."

"Neither do I. It's for sure a red flag."

"Well, I'm glad we both passed the test," he said, grinning again. "Now come on, you ready? I think it's time for the next part of our date."

"I'll follow you."

Jason and I checked out with both our stacks of books, which he carefully loaded into one of the bags on his motorcycle. It was a tight fit, but he managed to make everything work without any of the books being at risk of bent pages. The other bag remained conspicuously closed, and I raised an eyebrow at him as he helped me get my helmet on again.

"Is there a reason you didn't split the books between both bags?"

"Yeah."

"...And that reason would be?"

"A surprise." He grinned. "Come on, you'll know in a minute. It's not too far of a drive from here."

I climbed on the back of the bike behind Jason, holding onto him tight as we wound through the city streets. Before long, we were leaving the traffic behind, turning onto narrower and narrower tree-lined roads climbing up one of the mountains outside of the city.

"This is a pretty murder-y date spot, just so you know," I said over our comms. I felt Jason's chest rise and fall with a laugh under my hands the same time it came crackling over the radio.

"Are you trying to warn me about something, sweetheart?"

I shrugged. "I mean, you're the Red Hood. I think we're both probably pretty safe."

He huffed another laugh, taking one hand briefly off the handlebars to squeeze mine. I wrapped my arms around him a little tighter, and after a few more minutes of riding on darkened trails, we came out on top of one of the tallest hills. Jason parked the bike, then hopped off and offered a hand to help me. We both knew I didn't need it, but I took it anyway.

"Alright, this is one of my favorite spots in the whole city," Jason said, tucking both our helmets away before opening the tank bag that didn't have books in it. He pulled out a basket with one hand, then grabbed mine again with the other.

I followed him to the treeline, until we reached a ledge overlooking the city. I stopped short, letting out a little gasp. I'd never seen it from a vantage point like this before. All the lights sparkled like stars, while the forest around us was perfectly peaceful.

"Wow," I breathed. "Jay... this place is amazing."

"I know. And even better, none of my siblings know how to find it."

I laughed, watching as Jason took out a blanket and unfolded it, then started setting up the rest of an evening picnic.

"You know, I'd actually really like to meet your siblings."

"Oh don't worry, you will. They've been wondering for a while now who I've been meeting up with regularly. They're all nosy motherfuckers, they'll probably show up in disguise to crash our next date."

"...Is it weird that I'm kind of excited for that?"

"Yes. Extremely."

I just laughed again, moving to join Jason on the picnic blanket he'd set up for us. I sighed and leaned into him as he wrapped one arm around my shoulders.

"I have to say, this might be the best date I've ever been on. Buying each other books and a romantic picnic overlooking the city? That's impossible to beat," I said.

"That was my goal," he said, pulling me closer with a grin. "I'm glad I succeeded. Now come on, I don't want this food I packed going to waste."

Jason and I dug into the picnic, which was packed full of our favorite foods. We laughed and talked the night away, perfectly comfortable, just the two of us. It was technically our first date, but we'd been spending our nights together for long enough that a peaceful, romantic night together seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

"Jason, that was amazing," I sighed, leaning into him once we'd finished dinner. He leaned back on his hands, and I curled into his side.

"Yeah. It was. You know, I'm really glad that guy stole your favorite book."

"I guess that's one way to say you're glad you met me."

Jason grinned and leaned in to kiss my temple. "You get me."

I sighed, and the two of us just sat there together for a while, curled up on the blanket and looking out at the city. Finally, I sighed.

"So... what would you think if I proposed a finale for this date?"

"That depends. Is this a subtle way of telling me you're ready for the date to be over?"

"No! I just had an idea I think you'll like, and I want to pull my weight a little on making this the most magical evening ever."

"Oh yeah?" Jason asked, sitting up and moving me with him. I turned to face him, a giant smile on my face as his hands wandered to my waist. "And what might that idea be?"

"I was thinking we could go back to my place..."

"I'm with you so far."

"And then I was thinking we could make some tea and curl up on the couch and read the books we got for each other."

Jason grinned, putting one hand at the nape of my neck and pulling me in for a kiss. I smiled into it, leaning forward and resting my hands on his chest as Jason deepened it. When he finally pulled back, I was breathing hard.

"That sounds fucking perfect. You're literally my dream date, let's go."

I laughed, especially as Jason packed up our picnic with record speed, then took my hand and nearly dragged me back towards the bike. The two of us laughed the whole ride to my apartment, only to cuddle close on the couch while we started reading hand-picked books together. It was definitely too early to call, but I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my nights just like this.

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