Master List:

Master List:

Updated on 1.24.19

Some of these are from my other blog @jasxontxdd

Jason Todd:

- Overprotective (2) (3) (4) (Dad!Jason)

- Meeting Jason Todd (Jason x Reader)

- Babybird (2) (Batmom)

-I Got You (Jayroy)

Dick Grayson:

- The Mask  (Dick x Reader)

Tim Drake:

- 1 AM  (Tim Drake x Reader)

Damian Wayne:

- A Little Company (Batmom)

A Little Company (Damian Wayne and Batmom)

Request: No

On most occasions, you spent your nights alone, with the exception of when you spent the night at the Manor. Those scenarios had been few and far between as of late, much to your disheartening. It seemed as if the family was falling apart, bit by bit, and there was only so much you go do to aid your hurting loved ones. It also seemed that you spent most of your time being angry at Bruce, whether he was being reckless on a mission, or fighting with one of his sons.

You bit your bottom lip hard as you stood over the stove, the spoon in hand whirling around the bubbling soup you were making for yourself. Your apartment was quiet, and eerily so. Usually one of the boys or girls were around. Dick, who stopped by for dinner with you at least twice a week, was no longer in Gotham, nor did he remember you to begin with. Let alone, himself. Jason, who often fell asleep on your couch when he was lonely, had been unceremoniously kicked out of Gotham City by his father. Tim and Stephanie were also no longer in the city. Barbara and Cassandra were far too busy- now that there was a low of vigilantes in the city they had extra work. You paused in the making of your soup for a moment, eyes flicking up towards the ceiling as you willed back tears- you missed them. Your children.

Dumping the contents in the pot into a white and blue ceramic bowl, you sat at one of the many empty chairs in your kitchen, attempting to bring your focus to the television that played in the living room. It was hard to make out the words that were rolling at the bottom of the screen, but from what you could understand, you gathered that the Riddler was up to something again. You contemplated for a brief moment grabbing your suit and pursuing the case yourself, but with that thought came the immediate realization that Bruce would probably already be on it, and you weren’t keen on the idea of working with him. His brutal fight with Jason still caused your stomach to twist in knots.

The night remained calm as you ate your dinner and glared at the television, trying hard to keep your mind from wondering where Jason was, if he was alive, or if Dick was starting to remember who he was. You slammed your hand against your forehead and stood abruptly up from the chair. Moving towards the fire escape, you pushed open the window and slipped out of the apartment.

There had been a storm, as there usually was, but by some miracle, the sky had cleared up as much as it could in Gotham, and the night sky was somewhat pretty as a result. Sitting on one of the steps of the fire escape, you leaned back a bit and let your eyes wander about the night sky. The moon was a hazy color, the pollution of the city ruining the true, beautiful color of it. Instead of a silver color, the moon had an orangy tint to it, ugly, and unappealing. The stars did not twinkle, instead, they were a dull light in the vast darkness of the sky. Gotham, in and of itself, was hideous. Truly wretched in the way it looked, and in the way it worked. Crime and grime, you joked to yourself, though it was the sad truth of the matter. Gotham was entirely made up of both crime and grime, and there was nothing anyone could do to change that, only to stall it from getting worse. To halt the highway of criminals, and the villains who controlled their brain-dead bodies. If Gotham could be described as any sense, that which you could experience as a person, you would choose taste- that taste being bile. But there was some part of you that loved the city and commanded you stay.

While you had been busy cursing the city, you had failed to hear the grapple hook latch onto and release the fire escape you sat on. Robin, in his true bird-like nature, sat perched on the railing, eyeing you curiously, waiting for you to take notice of him. When you failed to do that, he sighed and dropped his shoulders.

“Absurd that you would sit outside without a coat of some sort,” he remarked, his voice causing you to startle. You rested a hand against your chest, where your heart pounded, once you realized who it was you let out a breath. You didn’t even need to look back at him to know it was Damian. You would be able to pick his voice out in a crowd of people- his voice carried like no other. “You will catch a cold.” He was probably right, the air was cold and dry, the way the storm had left it. It burned your throat as you inhaled deeply.

“I guess,” you replied to the young boy, nodding your head. Slowly Robin crept toward you, his stance still tense, and ready to fight, though, when did Damian not look like that? Even under his hood and mask, you could make out a confused expression.

“Why are you out here?” he asked, the wind pushing his hood down, revealing more of his face, and messy hair. He looked so young, his skin still soft and unscarred. He hadn’t had a growth spurt yet and remained a whopping five foot nothing. Even his voice was still young sounding, though the words he often spoke told a story otherwise.

“I came out to look at the sky, Robin,” you said, sliding over on the step so he could sit next to you. “Shouldn’t you be fighting criminals right now?” Damian frowned as he sat next to you, letting out a huff, remaining slightly arrogant.

“Father sent me home for the night,” he replied, he sounded bothered by this. Whereas Dick and Jason might have liked being sent home a bit early to catch up on sleep, Damian and Tim would both rather be out fighting criminals all the time.

“So why aren’t you home?” you asked raising an eyebrow, “Not that I am telling you to leave.”

“I...don't know. I suppose I just don’t want to. I do not feel like being reprimanded by father tonight.” So he was avoiding facing Bruce for whatever he did. You didn’t necessarily blame him, you knew first hand how argumentative Bruce could be. You hummed in response to the boy, pulling him in to lean against your shoulder, to which he rested his weight against you.

You weren’t sure what it was that you did to gain Damian’s trust and respect, but you were glad you had done it. Damian didn’t hand out affection easily, or really ever, but he felt comfortable enough to confide in you. To seek out affection specifically from you. You supposed he knew you were a mother, and saught you out due to his lack of one. You considered Talia a friend, but her lack of presence in her son’s life irked you. The way she trained him to fight since he was a baby- it felt wrong to you. So you offered him a place where he didn’t have to fight, nor where he would be under the watchful and judgemental eyes of his mother and father. You weren’t positive he viewed you as another mother, but you welcomed him in any way, no matter the circumstance. Just as you had done with his brothers and sister.

As he leaned into you, you took notice of how cold his cheek was and grew concerned. You would suck it up if you caught a cold, but he shouldn’t catch one, he becomes miserable when he is ill. Nudging him a bit, you nodded towards the window.

“Let’s go inside.”

After entering the apartment, Damian pulled his domino mask from his face, revealing glossy green eyes that reminded you of Talia. His brows were almost always furrowed, in a look of deep thought or annoyance, it was hard to tell which it was sometimes. As he flopped down into one of the chairs in front of the television, he let his hood fall off his shoulders and drape across that floor, the pool of black and yellow fabric falling soundlessly. As the boy slumped into the chair further, he let his limbs go limp, and his lower lip jutted out into a pout. You glanced at him over your shoulder.

“Are you hungry?” you tried, motioning to the extra soup left in the pot. You planned on keeping the soup for leftovers the next day, but you were willing to feed a potentially hungry child. Damian peered over the side of the seat.

“What’s in it?” he asked. Right, Damian had a vegetarian diet.

“Don’t worry, it’s vegetarian,” you smiled, to which Damian proceeded to dramatically slide off the chair. He limply scooted to the floor, before hauling himself off the floor and straightening up his position and making his way to the kitchen where you stood. Your smile faltered a bit, taking notice how unlike himself he was being. You contemplated questioning him on the matter but decided against it- the Wayne’s didn’t like talking about feelings.

Handing Damian a bowl from the cabinet, he dumped the rest of the contents in the pot into the bowl. With a hum of approval, he sat at the table and began to practically drink all the soup in a span of two minutes. You kept your lips sealed tight as you watched him, growing more concerned, and couldn’t help but ask- it was against your nature.

“Are you alright, Damian?” you questioned, sitting down on a wooden chair next to his. He set down the bowl, dropping the spoon into it with a clank. Eyes scanning his face, you couldn’t decide what he might be thinking.

He shook his head, “Fine,” though he did not sound fine. You cocked your head to the side, giving him a look of sincerity. “I am simply frustrated with Father.”

You weren’t sure what it was that Damian did to be sent home so early, but clearly, the act of being punished was bothering the small vigilante.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” There was a pause in the conversation- longer then it should have been. For a moment you thought that Damian had ignored your question, but you held your apology in when he grimaced.

“He says that I am ‘too angry’, whatever that means. Any decent person, with a respectable set of morals, would be angry with criminals. Especially the kind we were dealing with tonight,” Damian begins, using his hands to emphasize what he was saying. You nodded along as he spoke. “I didn’t kill anyone. That’s the rule, and I followed it. There was no solid reason to send me home early, I did nothing wrong!” Damian’s voice cracked on the last word. Dropping his arms back to his sides, he let out a groan.

It was an argument you were all too familiar with- it was the same one Bruce had with Jason when your older son was still Robin. Jason didn’t think he was angry, nor did he think he was being violent beyond the allowed amount. Damian had suffered the same complex when he was first brought into the crime-fighting business but had seemingly gotten over it. Until now, you supposed. You pushed your lips together into a straight line and stared at the boy who rested one cheek against a clenched fist.

“Well, Damian, you know my opinion on the matter,” you began, “and I do not intend on yelling- your father seems to have under control. But I will say that whatever it is that is making you angry- which something clearly is, don’t argue- it isn’t as important as being Robin. You love being Robin, and whatever it may be occupying your free time, might cost you the title. You don’t have to keep your anger inside either, Damian, you can talk about it. With whoever. I know Dick isn’t around anymore, but there are other people willing to listen.” Damian stared at you with intensity as you spoke, his green eyes focused on yours. You weren’t sure if what you were saying was helping anything, but it felt like the correct thing to say. It is what you would’ve said to Jason before he died if you had known better at the time. You finished with a sincere smile.

Damian didn’t say anything, only nodded once, and picked up his bowl. He jumped off the chair and made his way to the kitchen where he placed the now empty bowl into the sink. You watched him from where you still sat, waiting to see if he was going to respond to the words you had spoken to him. He gathered up his mask and cape from the floor and fixed his costume. Placing the mask back over his eyes, and pulled his hood back up over his head, he resumed his Robin persona.

You stood up, going to bid him goodbye for the night. Opening the window back up, you were greeted by a cold gust of wind pushing its way into your apartment. When you turned back to face Damian, you were abruptly engulfed in a hug, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his head rested against your chest. Quickly you wrapped your own arms around him, a smile forming on your mouth. It was a rare occasion that Damian handed out hugs, but when the occasion did arise, you tried to enjoy the moment as much as you could. He held onto you for what seemed like a long time, though you were accepting of that. He continued to remain silent, even as he unwound himself from you and slipped out of the window, swinging off the fire escape and into the dimly lit streets of Gotham. You noted that he was not going in the direction of the Wayne Manor, though you chose to ignore that detail.

Overprotective (Jason Todd Fanfic)

THIS HAS TAKEN SO MANY TIMES FOR ME TO UPLOAD CAUSE THE FORMAT WILL NOT DO WHAT I WANT. I STILL DO NOT THINK IT IS. I lied in my last post, this is my first written fanfic, and its been in my drafts for a while so here you go. Enjoy please, and I would love feedback!!

Even after the recommended amount of eight hours of sleep, Jason still felt as beat down as he did before. The sun that peaked through the closed curtains let in a flood of anxiety and resent towards the upcoming day. Jason wished he could pull the blanket back over him and go back to sleep to avoid the day entirely.

Ruby, still fast asleep opposite him, curled into the blanket as her father rose from the bed, disturbing her slumber as he did so. Jason did not like the idea of waking her up- it had taken her a long time to fall asleep the previous night, and interrupting her much needed rest would result in a grumpy mood. He did not know how she would react to the upcoming day well-rested, let alone in a mood and tired.

The day the pair faced was one Jason had been dreading since he talked about it with Bruce. Since the day he found Ruby. He was going to introduce his family to his daughter.

   Jason had managed to put it off for a while, an odd feeling in his gut told him to hoard the baby away from his family. He wasn’t sure why the feeling was so prominent- his family had accepted him, of course, they would accept his daughter, he should want them to meet her. Bruce had voiced his support over the phone, surely he would do so even more in person. Jason had evaded his siblings, not answering calls, nor texts. He changed hideouts every so often so they couldn’t track him. He’d get an earful from them for that, he knew. Jason couldn’t put off introducing his daughter to her family anymore, he had no right to deny her one, hell, he wanted her to have one. Maybe, not one that fought crime every night, but he couldn’t pick and choose. And Jason was sure Dick was going to hunt him down and kick his ass if he didn’t get to meet his niece soon.

   Jason readied himself for the day, all while the pit in his stomach ached with an anxious feeling. He kept telling himself that they’d love her as much as he does, but how would they react to him not knowing where the mother was or the fact that Red Hood, infamous anti-hero of Gotham, is taking care of a baby when he isn’t working.

   Gently, he woke Ruby, her tired eyes staring up at him in confusion. She didn’t usually wake up so early, or to her father waking her up at all, she was typically the one who woke him. Much to Jason’s delight, Ruby seemed fine with being woken up as she smiled tiredly up at him, cooing quietly.  

 A month and a half ago, Jason didn’t know he had a daughter until she showed up one day at one of the hideouts. Artemis was the one to find her, a baby left in a carrier just outside the door. Things like that had happened to heroes before. Someone in an attempt to keep their child safe hands them to someone they know can do so and runs off before the hero can get a name. Usually, the child ends up safe in an orphanage, which Jason planned on doing until Artemis pointed out the fact that it was a hideout. Civilians didn’t know where Red Hood and the Outlaws resided, so how did a child end up on their doorstep?  

 Recklessness was how. The girl had been sweet, and smart, and of course, had no idea what Jason’s real job was, which automatically put her in harms way. It was good while it lasted, but Jason knew better then to drag an innocent person into his life, into the world of crime and being a vigilante. A few dates, and a few nights spent together was all it could be before Jason had to end things so the girl wouldn’t get hurt. It hurt him, in return, that he had to let go of something that he truly didn’t want to be rid of. The underlying want to live a normal life, away from being a hero was something that Jason found himself thinking of often, though, of course, that was not a realistic thought. The girl never learned of what Jason actually did during the night.    

He wasn’t impressed with himself. Got a girl pregnant, didn’t have any idea, and then had a baby dropped in his lap. He knew he deserved what he got, he had no right to complain    So he didn’t. He took the baby in, excepted her as his. It didn’t take long at all for him to fall in love with her. He collected everything he needed to take care of a baby, limited his time as a vigilante, and named her: Ruby Catherine Todd.    

She was definitely- there was no doubt in his mind- the most important thing in his life. Since the moment he saw her, with her big eyes that had no idea what Jason has done in the past, he felt the overwhelming need to protect her. Artemis said it was paternal instinct, and previously Jason thought he had none. Maybe that was why he hid her away from his family, from the rest of the world. The fewer amount of people that knew of her existence, the less danger she was in. That seemed to be all he cared about since she arrived- if his baby girl was safe.  

 The drive to the manor felt longer than it actually was. The whole ride was filled with unnecessary, worrying thoughts. Occasionally, Ruby would babble away from the backseat, bringing Jason out of his stressed thoughts, and he would tell himself that everything would be fine. His family would be supportive, of himself, and Ruby. Bruce seemed to value family, so he would except Ruby with open arms, as he had once done for Jason.  

 Pulling into the Manor driveway, Jason looked up at the place he once called home. The mansion was still intact and exuded a homey feeling, which aided in easing Jason’s nerves. The place might not be where he lives anymore, but it’s still home to him. Always will be, he supposed.    

Retrieving Ruby from her car seat, he let out a shaky breath, holding the little girl against his chest.    

“You ready?” He inquired, slamming the car door shut. He was asking Ruby, but internally he felt his subconscious reply, ‘Nope’. His daughter simply looked at him, unable to process the question.  

 The main door, wooden and dark brown, was not as interesting as Jason made it seem. He stood for an abnormal amount of time with his eyes glued to it, the rest of his body completely unmoving. It was Ruby who brought him out of his trance, as she seemed to be doing all morning. Letting out a whine of impatience, she wiggled in his arms.

   Jason wrapped his arm tightly around her, sucked in a deep breath, and knocked on the door. He took a step back, almost hoping no one heard the door, and he could make an excuse as to why he didn’t show up.    With a loud, creaky groan, one that the door had always made, the entrance to the house was opened, Alfred standing tall on the other side.  

 The butler looked as he always did: proper, elegant, and on the job. His look hadn’t changed in years, still dressed the same as he did when Jason was fifteen.  

 Alfred stood still, his eyes glancing between Jason and the small child Jason held in his arms. The little girl was mere months old but old enough to push herself against her father’s chest to peer inside the mansion.

   “Master Jason,” Alfred greeted, stepping aside to let the former Robin inside. Jason stepped quietly inside, watching as his daughter absorbed everything she was seeing. “And what is it that I may call the young one?” Alfred spoke carefully, gesturing to Ruby.  

 "Her name is Ruby,” Jason said, he spoke in a hushed tone, it felt wrong to speak loudly in the mansion. Everything echoed, and reverberated, disturbing everyone else home at the time.  

 There was a moment of silence between the two, neither knowing what to say, or how to say it. Alfred stared at Jason, the man who once thought being Robin gave him magic, the man who died and came back, the man he looked at as a grandson, as Jason held his daughter, whispering quietly in her ear with a smile on his face. The girl babbled happily back at her father, a similar smile plastered on her face.

   “I will get the other Masters,” Alfred cleared his throat, stepping out of the hall swiftly.  

 Jason bit the inside of his cheek, “Ready to meet the family, sweetheart?” Again, he posed a question that he knew she couldn’t answer, her lack of vocabulary prevented her from doing so verbally, but the giggle she let out was enough of an answer.    Jason leaned forward, his forehead resting against Ruby’s. He did this when he was stressed; closed his eyes and let his daughter pull at his hair, poke at his face, particularly his eyes, and waited for the anxiety that grasped him to die down. It was the feeling of having her near and knowing she was safe that calmed him.  

 The thudding that came from upstairs grabbed their attention. It sounded thunderous, but Jason knew better than to think it was all of them. Tim was at W.E. for the day, Stephanie was at home with her mother, and Duke and Bruce were coming later that night, as they had some business they needed to finish on the opposite side of Gotham. Dick and Damian paired together, though, definitely could make that much noise.

   The thudding, which was loud rather than fast, traveled down the stairs, and down the opposite end of the hallway from where Jason stood. Patiently waiting for his siblings to approach him, Jason leaned against the wall, securing his grip on Ruby as he did so. She picked her head up off his chest and turned her attention toward the noise, her eyes wide with curiosity.  

 “Hush, you idiot!” It was Damian that spoke, sounding rather exasperated. His voice was intended to be low but was loud enough that Jason could hear every word.

   “You’re the one stomping, dude,” Dick argued back. The banter went on until they entered the hallway with which Jason stood in. Dick paused for a moment, his eyes locked with his younger brothers, an expression on his face that Jason couldn’t exactly read. The oldest shook his head, and took a deep breath in not long after though, and placed a smile on his face.

   Damian never hesitated though, confidentially striding up to Jason. He seemed rather calm, but the curiosity he held in his green eyes, and the way he tilted his head as he stared at Ruby indicated he wanted to ask many questions.

   Jason watched as his two brothers approached him, them watching Ruby, and Ruby watching them. The smile had virtually disappeared from her face, which concerned Jason, but as the boys began to talk, it seemed more as if she was focused, and concentrating, rather then nervous.

   “Guys,” Jason began, “this is Ruby.” Jason flashed a smile at his brothers, then down at his daughter. Dick flashed a smile at the girl, his head cocked to the side, his eyebrow raised.    

“How old is she?” Nightwing asked, never moving his gaze

   “Six months,” Jason said, “I found her when she about four and a half months.”  

 “So you’ve been hiding her for a month and a half?” Damian interrupted, his eyebrows furrowed together. He was right, that was exactly was Jason had selfishly been doing. And as he guessed, his family was bitter about it. Jason couldn’t blame them, he had kept them from meeting their niece, the newest member of the family. He couldn’t expect them to understand why he did what he did, though.

   “You don’t have to explain.” Dick cut in before Jason forced himself to say something. He opened his mouth to speak to his older brother when a gasp startled those standing in the hallway.

   “Oh my god, finally!” Barbara Gordon exclaimed, her shoulders haunches forward in a dramatic stance. Like almost everyone else in the room, there was a smile on her face, and as she straightened out, she moved forwards towards the group of men, her arms outstretched towards the girl Jason still held. “Can I hold her?”  

 “Uh, yea-” He didn’t have to verbalize he rest of the sentence before Barbara was scooping Ruby out of his arms, and into her own.

   It was a new sensation, something that Jason hadn’t permitted before: letting someone take Ruby from him. She had only been around the other Outlaws, and Bizarro wasn’t allowed to hold her, and Artemis wasn’t around to hold her much as she had taken up a few of the jobs Jason no longer had time for. Roy was really the only other person to take Ruby out of Jason’s arms, and that was so Roy could show Jason how to actually hold a baby. Then came Babs, no hesitation, taking his baby out of his arms. While it caused him a bit of anxiety, he did trust Barbara a great deal, and it was a bit of a relief to not have to hold her.The former Batgirl bounced in place with the baby, cooing to her quietly.

   “She looks like you, Jay,” Dick said, a hand coming to rest on his shoulder.    Jason had been told that before. At the store by strangers, which he always found a little invasive, by Artemis, and Roy. He always took pride in being told that. If she looked like him, then people would know she’s his, and nobody would mess with her. He wanted to make a onesie that said, ‘Daughter of Red Hood, touch me and you’ll die’ on it. Jason had also been told that he is overprotective.

   “Grayson, you look ill,” Damian said, looking up at his oldest sibling. Jason and Barbara confirmed that Dick did, in fact, look sick, to which the first Robin denied rather quickly.  

 “I’m not sick, guys,” He said reassuringly. “Shocked. Not sick.” Of course, he was shocked, Jason was expecting everyone to be so.

   “You’re honestly shocked that Todd knocked a girl up?” Damian inquired, earning a hiss from Barbara. Jason bit his tongue, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or smack the brat upside the head. He decided not to fight, in favor of keeping Ruby calm.

   “No, Damian- well, yea. Actually, a little shocked about that, too.” The grown man stumbled over his words. “Mostly shocked that my little brother is a father before I am.” He corrected himself.

   “Me too,” Jason nodded his head in agreement, trying to remain honest with his family. “But I’m glad I have her.“

1 AM (Tim Drake x Reader)

Request: Yes   Prompt: “Do you ever get a meme stuck in your head?”  Words: 710

Note; This is such a cliche Tim fanfic, but I wanted to write something ridiculous so here it goes.

“Tim,” you drawled out, sprawling dramatically across the mattress, “please come to bed.”

The laptop that sat on the desktop was on a low brightness setting, yet the light that it emitted was still far too bright for one in the morning. Tim sat hunched over it, a hand running through his hair. Shakily he held up an empty mug.

“I just finished my coffee.” Tim pulled out another textbook from his bag. You wondered how he managed to carry so many books at once without snapping his back in the process. With a loud sigh, you turned your back to Tim, attempting to block out the sleep-disturbing light. When that didn’t work, you kicked the blanket off your legs, forcing yourself from the bed and over to Tim.

“Timothy Drake,” he always hated it when you called him that, “come to bed,” forcing yourself between him and his desk, you plopped down onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders lazily. It was his turn to let out an exaggerated sigh.

“I have to finish this project,” he said, “and I’ve got too much energy to sleep.” His reasoning was valid, but not enough to convince you.

“Cuddle me,” you stated, your hand creeping up to close the laptop.

“I think technically, I am right now,” he pushed your hand away from the computer. You buried your face into the crook of this neck, a tactic that usually worked on him when it came to getting something that you wanted. In this case, it was not sleeping alone.

“No, in the bed. Tim, you need to sleep.” Your voice was audibly tired and on the verge of being a whisper.

“I just drank coffee, I won’t be able to-” he trailed off as he noticed you begin to drift to sleep. Slowly, with a feeling of defeat, Tim shut the laptop, cloaking the room in darkness. Wrapping an arm around your back, and hooking the other under your legs, the young vigilante hoisted you up, carrying you over to the unmade bed. Carefully, he lowered you, as to not wake you up. Once you were situated, Tim climbed over you, coming to lay beside you.

After the room went silent, and it seemed like you had both fallen asleep, Tim let out yet another loud sigh.

“You’re still awake?” You groaned, flipping over so you could face him.

“I told you I-”

“Drank coffee, a-huh, I know.” The room went quiet again, though it wasn’t a silence of peace and quiet nor sleep, it was awkward.

“Do you ever get a meme stuck in your head?” Tim asked, rather loudly for such an ungodly hour. After a slight pause, you pushed yourself up on one elbow to look your boyfriend over.

“What?” You asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Do you ever get a meme stuck in your head?” He repeated, the question sounded genuine. The combination of being awake at one in the morning, and having drank eight cups of coffee was becoming an obviously bad decision. “Like, the same one just repeats over and over in your head, and you can’t get it out, or stop thinking about it. Like a song gets stuck in your head, but a meme instead.” Tim continued to blabber on,  as you watched him give deep thought to the words he spoke. The boy was actually troubled by what seemed to be a situation he was in.

“I don’t know,” you said, voice cracking slightly.

“I can’t stop thinking about Kermit the goddamn Frog!”

There was a loud thump on the wall beside Tim, coming from the other side of it. Damian’s room.

“Drake, go to sleep!” The preteen yelled from his room, sounding rather furious.

“He can hear us?”

“Very old house, even thinner walls- yes, I can!” Damian yelled back. There was an abrupt silence, you weren’t sure if it was awkward or not. For a brief moment, you naively thought that maybe that would be the end of the long night, but of course, when was a night in the Wayne Manor ever over?

“Tell me about a different meme so I can stop thinking about this one.”

Meeting Jason Todd…

• You met when he was Robin. He had been swinging around on the rooftops, not watching where he was going, having the time of his life- then WHOMP. He slammed right into you, knocking the wind out of both your lungs.

•Why were you on the roof, goddamnit, it was almost three in the morning. With a groan, he pushed himself up off the ground and brushed himself off, with the intent of tearing whoever got in his way a new one, but then he was suddenly back on the ground again?

•You had pushed him. Hard. An angry look on your face- mouth down-turned, eyebrows furrowed, and letting out a growl.

•"Really?“, you barked, "Watch where you are swinging next time, Tights!” ‘Tights’, you had called him. Jason groaned.

•"Well, what the hell are you doing on the roof at three in the morning?“ Robin snapped back. He stood up again, and once more you went to shove him, but he snatched your wrists before you could make contact with his chest.

•"None of your buisness, you freaking walking stoplight!”

•"My name is Robin!“

•"I don’t care!”

•He sucked in a deep breath before dropping your wrists. He scratched at the back of his neck, beginning to rethink his actions. What would Batman say, huh?

•"I’m sorry I ran into you,“ Robin said quietly, to which you hummed.

•"Sorry I shoved you.” Good. Ammends had been made. He could leave. But as he turned to leave, he noticed you move to the edge of the building, standing tall over the city, leaning forward a bit. Robin scrambled towards you, arms out.

•"W-wait! What are you doing?“ he screeched.

•You paused, eyes wide, "I am not going to- er! Oh my god, why would I do that? Especially with you here?” You fought to find the right words. Robin seemingly relaxed. A little.

•"Well that’s how it looks,“ he reasoned, coming to stand next to you on the ledge. You quietly sat down, your legs crossed, staring up at the stars.

•"I come out here to look at the sky sometimes,” you told him as he sat down as well. “There is no fog up here.” Robin nodded. You were right. For once, Jason could make out almost all the stars in the night sky, he could even name some of the constellations.

•"I don’t think I have ever bothered to look at the sky when I am up here,“ he said.

•"You should try it more often,” you replied.

•So Jason did. Every chance he got, actually. Whenever it was a slow night, he would drop by the same roof where you always were, and the two of you would quietly look up at the bright burning lights in the sky.

•For weeks you two simply observed the night, not talking much. But over time, small talk became long talks. It became hanging out with each other and forgetting about the stars so you could focus on the other. He told you his real name thereafter.

•Then you realized you went to the same school, and it became hanging out day and night. He left some nights, claiming to be busy with something, or his dad wanted him home. He never told you the specifics about what he did as Robin.

•Weeks became months, then a year.

•He became something more then a friend to you. You were sure he was going to officially ask you out-

•Then he disappeared.

•From school. From nightly unoffical dates. From the city.

•You tried to reason- maybe his family, the Waynes, moved.

•But there were no reports that Bruce Wayne had left Gotham, his rare appearance still making headlines occasionally.

•Had you done something wrong?

•Why didn’t he tell you he was leaving?

•You had to move on though.

•You no longer went stargazing after that.

•Years went by- you graduated, began college. Had a big piece of your life planned out.

•You tried not to think about him.

•You didn’t pay any attention to Bruce Wayne, or the rest of the family. You didn’t care.

•Batman continued to roam about, and so did the other heros that Jason had told you about.

•Jason was replaced as Robin, eventually. You knew it wasn’t Jason- even with a mask on you could tell, the new Robin looked nothing like him. That, for some reason, angered you. Replace Jason? How? Why?

•Between college, interships, work, and basic young adult life, you didn’t have time to ask questions.

•You’re life moved on, with or without a certain someone missing.

•Life was normal. Slightly boring.

•Until news of a new crimelord on the streets- scarily close to where you lived- arose. Affectivly putting you on edge.

•When a map of the constellations, folded too many times, was shoved into your mailbox, there for you to find, your life became even more interesting.

Overprotective (Jason Todd Fanfic) ((Part Two))

   This is when Ruby is a teenager. I know it is quite a time skip, but there will be more of when Ruby is younger, for now, I am just posting out of order. After I make a masterlist, all the parts will be in order.

Part One

She was giving him grey hairs. He was thirty-seven, why was he getting grey hairs? Because she never listened to him. Ruby pleaded at first, begged to be sent on a mission, hoping at least to be able to go on one with one of her uncles. Technically, it was what she was trained for, Jason taught her to fight, Dick helped her learn gymnastics, Tim taught her how to hack a system, and she practiced a sword with Damian. She was completely capable of taking out a bad guy. It was Jason who was incapable of letting his daughter go. Sixteen was far too young to be fighting the criminals of Gotham, and Jason had very good evidence to back his argument up. She was only a year older than him when he died. He was paranoid.

“I’ll be fine,” she reasoned with him as they stood in the cave, she grabbed the grappling hook off the table. “You trained me, remember?”

“I remember.”

   Ruby had been training with Dick the longest, mastering the art of flexibility and balance before anything else. Then she trained with Damian, finally asking him to teach her after years of watching him use his sword. Then Tim thought it would be a good idea if she knew how to operate and override systems, using the big computer in the cave. Finally, Jason tiredly agreed to teach her combat skills, figuring her knowing hand to hand combat would be useful. She was as much of a Bat as the rest of the family. As Jason watched her practice he took note that there was no mistaking it- Ruby fought like a Robin. Almost the exact style that each predecessor had.

   It was a small mission, nothing overly extravagant, her and Damian would be back in no time. Jason leaned against the cold wall of the cave, crossing his arms over his chest. He felt a sense of bitterness nagging at his heart, adding to the dread he also felt.

“We’re just clearing out a warehouse of thugs, I’ll be fine,” Ruby shrugged her shoulders, finishing knotting the laces of her boots, she had a prideful smile on her face, “It’s my first time punching a bad guy, not my first time punching at all.”

“I also remember that,” Jason sighed, watching as his daughter timidly approached him.

“Dad, stop worrying,” she spoke quietly, “I’ll be okay.” Jason felt as his chest got heavier, his breathing involuntarily becoming uneven, and he realized just the extent of how much he didn’t want to let Ruby go, how scared he was. Ruby seemed to take notice of his change in emotion, automatically flinging herself into her father's arms. She held tightly to him, gripping the sweatshirt he wore. This only made Jason feel more lost, and uncomfortable with sending her on the mission, but he knew, that above most things in her life, this is what Ruby wanted most. She was almost an adult, he couldn’t stop her.

   Jason wasn’t sure how long he had been holding onto Ruby, but the sound of someone clearing their throat caused the two to separate.

“We should be leaving now,” Damian said, in full Batman suit. Jason felt the real urge to tell his younger brother to screw off, but he knew Ruby and Damian wouldn’t appreciate the sentiment. Ruby nodded at her uncle, though tightened the hug to her father, and Jason did the same. After another moment, Jason nudged her forward, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Be careful, baby,” he told her, she smiled up at him and nodded before pushing away from him to follow Damian. The two departed rather swiftly, leaving Jason standing alone in the cave, or so he thought.

“That part never becomes easy to do,” Bruce spoke, he sat in one of the chairs at the rectangular table. Jason wasn’t sure when he got there. “No matter how old they are, or how strong.”

“You seemed to get over it,” Jason huffed, still bitter. Bruce paid no mind.

“No, Jason, I didn’t, I still get paranoid when one of you leaves. Especially now that I’m not on the field to pick you up if you fall.”

“You are being very comforting, old man.” Jason deadpanned, tossing a sideways glance at his father.

“You trained her, you see how she holds herself, you know that Ruby can protect herself and others, even in rough circumstances. That’s what comforts you when you send your child away to fight the same crime you do.”

   Bruce, of course, was right. Jason knew full well that he had trained his daughter to kick ass. So did his brothers. Ruby was highly trained, arguably.

“I know that,” Jason slumped into a chair opposite Bruce, leaning his cheek against his fist, “It’s just, I know what can,” he paused, “happen…out there in the city. I’m not particularly fond of the idea of sending my young child into it.”

“She is sixteen, Jason, and very smart. She knows when to fight and when to leave,” Bruce said, attempting to reason with his son.

“Well, she’s my kid- half of me, and I sure as hell didn’t know when to back down. Maybe unwillingness to run is genetic, and you are wrong-”

“Children learn from their parent's mistakes, you know that.” Bruce cut Jason off, his head tilted to the side with an eyebrow raised, conveying the, ‘You know I’m right’ thought through nonverbal communication. Jason let out a scoff, one that he made whenever he knew he was wrong.

   Jason was right. He knew he was going to be right, and still, he let Ruby go. His first instinct was to throw blame at people, which at first was Damian. He was the adult in the situation, he was Batman, he should have prevented it from happening. But what was Damian supposed to do? He did all that he could, and Jason knew that.

   It wasn’t what they were expecting, of course. That’s how something like what happened happens. No one knows what’s coming, and then gets hit hard, blindsided.

    Dick had been waiting as the backup, in case Damian decided they needed him. Nightwing was quick to swoop in and assist in taking out the bad guys. What they weren’t expecting was an angry Talia Al Ghul to be waiting inside, bitter that her son had refused to see her, or acknowledge her in several years. Anyone that needed to be out of the situation was removed by assassins, meaning Dick and Ruby. Damian stayed to appease his mother, reassuring the others that he would soon return home.

“What the hell happened?” Jason barked as the two returned home, automatically the two vigilantes were bombarded with people trying to see their wounds or gain more information on the events of the night.

   Ruby wasn’t walking, Dick carried her. Blood dripped down her forehead, and she cradled her arm against her chest as she leaned into her uncle's shoulder. Dick was in somewhat of a similar state, though able to carry himself and Ruby, which was a good sign according to most of the Batfamily's standards. Jason wasted no time in assessing his daughter's injuries, his eyebrows scrunched together in concentration and concern.

“Talia,” Dick sighed out, clearly in need of rest. Jason took Ruby from him, holding tightly to the still unconscious girl. “Go take care of her, I’ll check on Damian.” That was all Jason needed to hear before he was off to fix the damage that had been done to his daughter.

   Ruby woke up in one of the spare rooms in the Manor, the sun shining brightly on the hardwood floors. The faint sound of the television across the room grabbed her attention, a nature documentary played, showing the life of wolves in North America. The window was open letting in the breeze that brushed aside the pale green curtains.

   Shifting carefully, ignoring the sore pain she felt in most of her body, Ruby swung her legs over the bed, noticing she had a cast on her left foot and a sock on the other. Half her arm was also cast, the bulky white material felt odd and foreign, she supposed she would have to get used to it.

   Slowly, she rose from the bed, stretching her aching muscles as she did so. Shooting pains erupted in her chest and back making her yelp. Tugging up her shirt she realized her chest was wrapped, she assumed it was the result of bruised or broken ribs. Ruby wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep, but it felt like a long time. Moving to stand in front of the long mirror attached to the door, she sighed. A plain black sweater, gray sweatpants, and one sock didn’t seem like such a great look compared to her usual standards, and level of maintenance. Her hair sat in many directions, long, brown locks tangled and knotted, a task that would be grueling to undo later. Bruises layed out everywhere on her skin, from her face, down to where she pulled up the hem of her shirt and peaked at her waist where the muscles and flesh ached.

   Flinging the door open she began her trek down the long corridors of the mansion. She descended the staircase and made her way into the kitchen. The brightness of the room was blinding, she squinted her eyes in the direction of the sun.

“Whoa, hey, you’re awake,” Ruby recognized the voice of her uncle, Tim. Her vision came to focus on the silhouette of her uncle haunched over the high chair his daughter sat in, a spoon held in his hand. “When did you wake up?” He asked, setting the spoon down when the young girl pushed his hand away with a whine. Tim took a few steps toward Ruby, looking as if he was ready to catch if she fell.

“I just woke up,” Ruby rasped out, moving to pull out a seat at the counter. “What happened?” Tim seemed to be looking her over, assessing if she should be up and walking around with no assistance.

"It's a long story," he said, shaking his head, "Your father should explain it to you." Ruby perked up a bit at the mention of her father, remembering that he existed. She felt guilty for not going to him first, or not thinking of him sooner, seeing as how he hadn't liked the idea of her going on the mission, and what had happened during the mission.

"Where is he?" She asked, her voice soft. Tim smiled a bit.

"Library. Should I walk with you?"

"I got it, don't worry Uncle Timmy," She patted his shoulder as she passed him, attempting to give him a reassuring smile.

   There had not been a library in the Manor until Jason demanded one in his Robin days. It was one of the few things he asked for, so of course, Bruce complied. The library was finished and stocked full of the books Jason expressed a liking for, though Jason never got to see the finished product.

   Ruby limped down the hall, dragging her casted foot behind her. She noted that she probably would find crutches useful later. The library, luckily, was on the first floor, though on the opposite side of the house from the kitchen. As she reached the library, she pushed the door open, sneaking in through a crack.

   The fireplace was lit, logs stacked high in the flames. The windows were tinted, making the lighting more comfortable to Ruby's eyes. The library had a built-in cozy feeling, designed to be warm and safe on purpose. The feeling of nostalgia was something that Ruby mustered up herself. The memories of her father reading to her when she couldn't fall asleep a night always flooded her head when she was in the room, surrounded by the books she had become so familiar with.    

   Her father sat in the chair he always did. One across from the largest window in the room, adjacent to the fireplace. Jason had his feet propped up on the footrest, holding a book close to his face. The book he read was fat but split open in half. Ruby could tell from the worn pages what book he was reading. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. He had read the book to her when she was in middle school. Reading was one of the few times when Jason's life was calm. No fighting, no dealing with the crimelords of Gotham, and no bickering with his brothers. As a result, he almost always disappeared into the library if he had a chance.

   He looked tired, the collar of his turtleneck sweater was pulled higher than it was supposed to be, as he sat hunched over, the fabric covering most of his lower face. This brought attention to his eyes and the dark circles that were under them. His hair was a mess, which was unusual for him. The only time he allowed his hair to be messy was when he took his Red Hood helmet off. The glasses he wore sat low on the bridge of his nose. As he aged, Jason came to the frustrating realization that he did, in fact, need glasses. He had needed them his most of his life, actually, but insisted that he didn't need them. Now nearing forty years of age, he couldn't ignore that his seeing wasn't the best. Especially considering he used a gun at work.

"You look like an old man," Ruby sighed out. Though it was in a quiet tone, it was loud enough to scare Jason, the Red Hood successfully caught off guard. His eyes were wide in surprise at first, but the look quickly melted into one that was filled with unadulterated relief. Pushing himself up from the chair, Jason was up and over to his daughter, pulling her into a tight hug. Ruby wrapped her arms around his torso, burying her face into his chest with a smile on her face. Jason went without the smile, though still felt just as happy. At the same time, Jason felt content, and relieved to have to daughter awake, and moving, and hugging him, but at the same time, when she was in bed, he knew she was out of harm's way. He could make sure that she wasn't getting hurt. Of course, Jason knew that the events of the previous mission would do nothing to deter Ruby. She would want to be back fighting alongside Batman in no time.

"You shouldn't be walking by yourself," Jason said quietly, placing a kiss on Ruby's forehead. "You don't even have crutches." Ruby let out a small laugh, burying herself further into her father's chest.

"I don't need them," She said, "I just want you to tell me what happened."

"You don't remember anything?"

"No, not really. I remember Uncle Dick had to come and help, but it's hard to remember anything after that." Jason sighed as Ruby spoke- there was a lot to be discussed. Carefully, he assisted her towards the couch, helping her put her casted foot up. Ruby, under all the casts, and bandages, and bruises, still looked optimistic, hopeful, even, and quite frankly, it scared Jason and broke his heart at the same time. She was always going to get hurt doing this job, and there was nothing he could do.

"Talia showed up, with her assassins," Jason began, sitting on the couch opposite Ruby. "Since none of you were expecting it, none of you were prepared. Damian had to stay behind with Talia, he's back now though. Dick got hit pretty hard, but he was back up in a couple of days."

"'A couple of days'? How long have I been out?" Ruby questioned, her eyes searching her fathers. Jason hesitated for a moment.

"A week, about." He said, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. Ruby seemed to take what he said into consideration, before cracking a smile.

"Well, I thought you were gonna say, like, three months, so this is definitely better then what I was expecting." She giggled, nudging her father's side playfully. Jason didn't smile, and Ruby's grin turned downward into a frown. "I'm allowed to joke about that. I was the one that was out." She deadpanned. Jason's eyes cut to her, anger now present on his features.

"And I was your father who had to deal with you being out for that long," He snapped.

"I was kidding, Dad. Chill." She regretted saying that as soon as the words left her lips. Automatically she cringed into her sweater, hiding her face partially.

"I never should have let you go on that damn mission!" Jason yelled, standing from the couch. "I knew you weren't ready. I know what can happen out there, and still, I let you go. I suppose, though, that was my mistake, not yours."

The first time Jason had ever lost his temper on Ruby was when she was seven and had decided to go outside and play in the yard of the Wayne Manor without telling him. Even though he was just inside, and she was out, he panicked, unable to find her for about twenty minutes before Duke found her up in one of the many Oak trees near the woods, just out of earshot from the mansion. Jason yelled at her, scolding her for scaring him, for not telling him where she was going, for climbing a tree alone with no supervision- what most parents would say. Though, he was loud, and admittedly scary looking, and had never yelled at her before. Her blue eyes were quick to fill up with tears, her lip quivering sadly as she listened to the most important person in her life yell at her. Jason was quick to notice, and even quicker to feel guilty. He scooped her up and held her tightly, whispering an apology to her,  repeating, softly, to not scare him like that again.

It seemed to be a repeat of that situation. Ruby being scolded for something, him yelling, getting angrier then he should, and Ruby attempting and failing to hide tears. She was not a crybaby, she actually took pride in being very emotionally stable, however, she never held up well when it came to her father losing his temper with her. Hot tears welled up in her eyes, which soon spilled down against her cheeks and chin, her breathing becoming uneven. Jason didn't even notice at first, rambling on about how she wasn't ready to go on missions yet.

"This isn't my fault," she spoke shakily, "Yea, maybe I wasn't ready for this mission- it's my first and I had to fight the League of Assassins. I mean, I could have died, and you're yelling at me." It was rare that Ruby ever spoke up when her father was ranting about something, but Jason always let her say what she wanted. He took her words seriously. Slowly, Jason knelt down in front of Ruby, his hand moving to brush the tears away from her red cheeks.

"I know, Sweetheart, I know this isn't your fault," Ruby leaned forward to wrap her arms around her father's shoulders, burying her face into the crook of his neck, soft cries still leaving her lungs. "I am proud of you, you kicked their asses. I'm just paranoid, worried. I'm not overly fond of seeing you hurt."

"I'll try not to get hurt," Ruby said, Jason couldn't tell if she was crying or laughing.

"I would appreciate that, Rue.”