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DATING HEADCANONS (Forever and Always For You)

Jason Todd Version

An// I tried 😪 hopefully this is good cause I wanna do my boy justice. This is from my personal headcanons and also based on what Ive read of him. Also for a warning there is sexual innuendo and sexual stuff mentioned so do what you want with that...

Beginning of your relationship

Just to start please give this man all of your love. We all know hes pretty insecure, so he needs that validation from you. During the relationship he will get more comfortable with himself and actually accept the compliments you throw at him instead of dismissing them. Instead of saying "no" and "no im not" he'll say "okay sure" and "If you say so" trying to hide the smile on his face

In the beginning he was snarky and somewhat cocky. He still is now. But he was trying to impress you. He really wanted to leave an impression and he of course succeeded.

Dates will start off at the most random times. He had Red Hood duties of course. But the dates would consist of late night motorcycle drives. Going to get takeout and eat it on a rooftop. He told you he found the rooftop place by accident. He totally wasnt there a couple minutes ago

"Really, have you thought of dating someone for real?" You asked him this question as you two sat on his bike eating McDonald's.

"Not really. I dont necessarily do "dates" he stuffed fries into his mouth not caring about modesty at this point.

"What? You just fuck and go?" You asked stifling a laugh.

He laughed at your comment, "Basically. This is new to me. One of my firsts in a while."

"Well I hope to be your first and your last."

Okay heres actual relationship headcanons below

He will be your weighted blanket whenever you need him. He loves skinship. He has his hands on you most of the time. On you thigh, lightly grazing your knee, elbow, his arm around your neck, hugging you from behind, hugging you regularly. He loves sneaking in small touches throughout the day. Also you both lay naked besides eachother in bed just because its comfortable and you both love the skin to skin contact.

He gives the most passionate kisses that knock the air out of your lungs. He loves kissing you, its his favorite passtime when you two are home and have nothing else better to do.

Okay but- Jason never really let anyone else kiss anything but his lips, but with you he'll let you do anything to him. Kiss his neck, his chest, his scars, his hands, anywhere and he'll melt instantly, putty in your hands.

You both are equal to eachother. He never tries to dominate you in anyhting other then the bedroom. He never sees you as inferior or that he has to protect you 24/7. He invested in self defense training for you, than relized that the trainer was doing a bad job then insisted on training you himself. Of course he wants you safe, but he trusts you to keep out of harms way. But if the bad guys come to you, Gotham is going to burn.

The time Jason shared about being red hood he thought you were gonna break up with him. But you supported him and surprisingly to him you were okay with him leaving at random times. He will make up for it if he had to leave during a dinner or a special moment, but he'll leave with nothing more with a small kiss and a hope that you'll forgive him later.

Jason likes to spoil you rotton. Either with acts of love or with Bruce's credit card. He drove you to a mall and just gave you his black card

"Jay what are we doing here?"

"Buy yourself anything you want doll, this whole place can be yours if you want."

"This card says Bruce Wayne."

"It does? I must've grabbed the wrong card...Oh well, I guess its fate. Let's go!"

He can be an annoying little shit sometimes though. Refusing to do stuff around the apartment just because he doesn't want to. He'll sit next to you and just stare at you for no reason. Play with your legs by flopping them around, and that somehow starts a wrestling match that you will lose and that turns into him fucking you so teasingly slow.

You belive Jason has multiple personalities. He can be the biggest softy ever. Then the next minute he can the cockiest shit ever. And theres no in-between.

You both love play fighting, it comes naturally to you both. The fights never escalate into anything bad or serious, but they do lead to some good "make up" sex.

You guys dont fight that often, just some arguments here and there like a normal couple, but never anything that would threaten your relationship. Maybe some things are said in the heat of the moment but its always forgiven unless its something about his past.

Still on the topic of fights: Once in a while you both get into a huge fight/screaming match that'll leave one of you leaving the apartment for a certain amount of time. Of course it hurts the both of you, you guys cant spend a long time away from eachother (he'll go away for like a couple of hours now, it used to be days) but sometimes its good to take a break. And of course the make up sex is great but like- You guys know eachother well enough to know whether to cuddle eachother or let eachother have space. No matter what you both will come back to eachother.

You both are huge on communication. At first Jason didn't talk to you about anything, but now after an argument/fight let him go to blow off some steam for some hours and he'll come back to talk your ears off and find a resolution to the problem, or both of you apologize for what was said. There are no unresolved issues in your household. Even if it takes a while you two will always find a way to fix something. Also jason just likes talking to you.

You guys cant get rid of eachother even if you both tried. He thanks his lucky stars each night for you and that you're still here. This man is truly in love with you.

Jason loves cooking for you. Just the sight of you watching him cook as you talk about your day makes his heart flutter. He could open up a restaurant if he wanted to. He learned from Alfred and just purely out of interest so once he learns a new recipe he wants to cook for you, which leads to you both talking about your days while sipping on wine. He loves the small things. Like reading books to you while you comment about what happened. Riding into the night on his motorcycle. Watching you do your morning routine from the comfort of your bed all while he has this love sick look in his eyes.

Speaking of cooking you take turns sharing recipes and cooking for eachother. More often than not you end up cooking for Jason because he dosent know the meaning of self care. You try to get him to take days off, in the beginning he wouldn't give in, but now he will willingly take a break if that means you'll be there.

The highlight of Jason's life was when your neighbor greeted him without Jason having to introduce himself.

"G'morning y/n! Morning Jason!"

"Morning Mrs. Thomas!"

"Morning." Jason had this smirk on his face as he greeted the older lady.

"Hope you both have a beautiful day!"

"You too!" You had to look at him. "Whats with the smug face?"

"I never introduced myself to her. I guess Im doing my job right."

Jason is fucking smooth. He loves to get a reaction out of you by seducing and making you blush (or challenging him and flirting with him back) or saying the cheesist pick up lines ever and making you laugh. It's apart of his job, so of course he is so good at making women fall for him and you fall for it every time and he loves it.

"Aside from being sexy what do you do for a living?"

"Jay."

"Are you a pokemon? Cause I'll like to pik-at-chu.. naked"

"Jason shut the fuck up." You tried to not laugh.

"I must be in a museum, because you truly are a work of art."

"Stop it-"

"You’re so beautiful that you made me forget my pickup line.​"

"Okay jason!" You were shying away from his conatant pursuit.

"Wanna fuck?"

"Is that the best you got?"

"No I have more, I just wanted to cut to the chase."

He truly loves confidence. He thinks confidence is sexy. Either confidence in yourself or youre confident in something that you do he is drawn to that it attracts him. And he hopes that when he exudes confidence it draws others in as well. Confidence is key.

But if you aren't confident in yourself he will make sure that you will be soon. He has the upmost confidence in you and believes in you probably more than anyone else. He worships the ground you walk on in his own way. He isnt "Dick Grayson dramatic" but just notice the small ways he appreciates you. Cooking your favorite meal, stocking the pantry up with snacks, getting groceries at 4 am just so you wont have to go in the morning, even taking time off his Red Hood duties to stay in with you. He flatters you so much as well. This man.. he'll give compliments out like nothing, but he cant take compliments well.

Jason slowly opened up to you about his past one night. He told you about his parents, about his death, spilled everything about his current family's identities. It took him a whole night to do so and you listened. He just needed you to listen, but he also encouraged your reactions as well because your reactions are valid to him. He still left some stuff out that night, but one day he'll tell you all of it when he's ready.

Like I said, Jay loves to talk with you. Either in person, on the phone, texting, somehow he needs to know you are there. I feel like Jason hasn't been in a long term relationship, so he wants to spend as much time as possible with you/hearing you. He could die at any moment being Red Hood its a very dangerous job and you know that, every time he goes out he knows that as well and he dosent want the recent kiss to be the last. He texts or calls you sometimes during patrol. So he wants to make sure you are there for him and just there and alive period.

Jay doesn't forgive himself easily, he can be grim sometimes, and he'll sometimes share those grim thoughts to you at night when everything is dark and you cant see his eyes watering. He feels comfortable and vulnerable at night beside you in bed where he can tell you whats been on his mind. No matter how bad it may seem to you, you will always stay and support and help as much as you can.

Jason dosent believe in fate, but he knows that you two were always meant to be together. From the day he was put on this Earth and the day he was brung back onto this Earth he now knows this was the universe's doings. The universe knew Jason needed someone like you in his life and he is never letting you go any time soon.

“Dear Alice„

First Person POV

Platonic [Jason Todd + Masc Reader, Damien Wayne + Twin Reader]

Ongoing

Partes

01 — Introduction

02 — The Day of My Luck

03 — A Ray of Hope

04 — Lemons and Limes

05 — You Shoot People?

06 — Unsavoury Bonds

“Dear Alice„

Parte 01

Jason Todd + Masc/Male Reader, Damien Al-Ghul Wayne + Twin!Reader

Masc/Male Reader

First Person POV

Life after death, resurrection. As an Al-Ghul words of bringing one back from the dead was nothing out of the ordinary.

Truth is, it didn’t even concern me until my 14th birthday. While most of my days were spent training to be perfect in every field, my birthday was the only time I was truly given rest.

Unlike my twin counterpart I was deemed weaker, or more feeble are Mother would say.

So in celebration of my 14 years I was granted a surprise party while my brother was sent elsewhere.

I am unsure of where as Mother never disclosed his whereabouts with me and neither did he, but, I knew one thing.

He wasn’t coming back for me.

"Dear Alice„

Parte 02

Jason Todd + Masc/Male Reader, Damien Al-Ghul Wayne + Twin Reader

Masc/Male Reader

First Person POV

Traditionally speaking, birthdays are joyous celebrations. So why was the one celebration I was granted so terrible?

The clanking of shoes easily alerted me. For such a ‘physically inferior’ person I had great awareness of my surroundings.

       "What a wonderful day, [ ]. Happy birthday my child!" This was insincere. I knew for a fact mother would never be so excited for a birthday. It was simply another day, the only difference is that I've aged another year.

       "Thank you mother. What brings you here so early, and where has Damien gone off to?"

       "Do not concern yourself with your brother, he is fine. More importantly, you! I have a surprise for your 14th birthday!"

When a person has experienced the things I have at such a young age not many things tend to scare you anymore, but, this terrified me. Perhaps she had finally given up on my training and would put me out of my misery and took Damien away to spare him the sight.

     "What's with that look? Come with me [ ], it's time for your surprise and I do hope you enjoy it."

Presented to me was a massive Lazarus' Pit. The emerald glisten outlined the many figures present. What a fantastic party location.

      "Mother, why am I here?" I questioned, already having a general reasoning as for why.

      "Do you remember the day you turned 13? I certainly do. You told me that you wished you could finally be useful to me." She wore a sickening grin. "Here is your chance my child." The fake sweetness in her voice made my skin crawl.

      "You're scaring me mother."

      "Good. Sometimes fear is our biggest asset."

I was dragged to the mouth of the pit. I wish Damien was here, he would know what to do, but, he wasn't here and I was alone.

My life seemed to flash before my eyes. I wasn't the best swimmer and the pit was not as shallow as it seemed. I was prohibited from returning to the surface being restrained to a conveyor of sorts. The vile green waters took residency in my lungs. With the little room for movement I was given I thrashed in agonizing pain for what felt like years. Seeing as it has only been used on decently developed humans it took quite a toll on my body and mental state. Eventually as any, I stopped thrashing and the movement came to a gradual halt.

        "What a strong boy you are [ ]. Thirty whole minutes, impressive." Tahlia, the woman I once considered my mother cooed as the servants began working to remove my body from the water. A silent breeze coursed through the area. Strange considering the area was secluded. No breezes would be able to enter. Just then the waters begins spiraling as if it was draining. But to where? To me. The cruel chemical mystery found resolve within my body and within a minute all that was the pit had been gone. With only me remaining still unconscious.

"[ ]!" The woman responsible shouted out to me with an emotion I've never seen of hers. Was this genuine concern?

"My son...you have granted your own wish."

For as long as I could remember I've always wanted to be like Damien. We were twins after all. Yet now, there was one thing to tell us apart. The newfound white streak of hair I've acquired. Albeit unwillingly I still have it. I could always dye my hair but honestly I've grown found of it.

I was told two days after the incident that Damien was actually sent to live with our father. With that knowledge I've sort of come to the conclusion that she's only using me as a weapon against him. In all honesty I didn't care at the moment. Whatever she needed me for I would do as sad and pathetic as it may seem.

"How are you my son?" She certainly had been acknowledging me as her son more and more. Maybe I should absorb pits more often. Back then, my whole world revolves around my mother and that's all I cared about. Even still, I had noticed the manipulation.

        "Mother, I want to be with my brother, Damien." Her expression, a scowl.

        "Don't say such things. You will help me in a way your brother never could."

        "I want to leave, mother." With a more stern voice I rose from the bed I had been resting in. The servants gathering around seemingly violent.

        "Ease. He simply wishes for fresh air. Go take a stroll and when your mind is clear I will be waiting, my son."

Unfortunately for her my mind never cleared and I never returned. The horrific images that flashed in my mind from the exposure to the Lazarus Pit never stopped.

I had strayed too far from the league anyway. If they were watching me they would have stopped me by now.

To this day I am unsure what force possessed me to do such a thing but I'll always be grateful. Under the protection of the glistening night sky I took off to never return.

“Dear Alice„

Parte 03

Jason Todd + Masc/Male Reader, Damien Al-Ghul Wayne + Twin Reader

Masc/Male Reader

First Person POV

With heavy breath and an aching body I had finally reached civilization. While I had passed many places on the way this was the farthest I could go.

         "This will do." Mustering up my final ounces of energy I ran into an abandoned building nearby for shelter.

Admittedly this place seemed to have a lot of abandoned buildings and suspicious characters running about. What a strange place. Granted I've been secluded my entire life aside from the servants, my brother, and my mother, of course.

A glow from the corner of the building broke me out of my reminiscing. A phone. Naturally it was locked but what I needed most was the time displayed on the lock screen.

12:00 a.m.

It was midnight. Mother surely must have realized my disappearance by now. An appearance change would be critical to keeping away. After a short nap I'll search for hair dye and scissors. While there is nothing that can be done about my face, eye contacts are my best bet.

         "Only thirty minutes." A lie I told myself being unaware of the overexertion my body had undergone to get here.

1:24 p.m.

Awaken to loud shuffling, a muffled curse was heard as my eyes peeled open.

     "Shit—don't get up." The unfamiliar man hastily said to me. In all honesty I didn't know whether to be afraid that I woke up in a different place than I went to sleep in or the fact that he was standing there watching me awkwardly. Currently sitting up on a relatively soft couch we just stared at each other in complete silence.

     "So...what's your name, kid?” The stranger broke the silence. As long as I can remember I've always been a terrible liar. "[ ]."

      "No surname? Just [ ]?"

      "I do have one but I would rather not tell you simply because I don't know you."

A stifled laugh came from the man.

      "Yeah, guess you're right. I'm Jason. Nice to meet you." He reached a hand out. "Is this a sign of friendship?"

Another less concealed laugh came from 'Jason'.

      "Yeah. What are you, an alien or something? Never heard of a handshake?" He leaned on the couch.

      "Thank you for your hospitality, Jason." I firmly accepted the hand. "Your hand is rough. Do you take care of your hands often?"

      "Y'know you are a natural at starting conversations." He pulled his hand away as he walked towards the cooking area.

      "So you got any parents, kid?" He bluntly questioned simultaneously opening the refrigerator.

     "Whether or not you believe me, yes. I have one mother who tried to kill me for experimentation. I survived by luck."

He hummed bringing a canned drink to the countertop. "Huh." Is all he said as he pulled back the can to have a drink. "I believe you. Honestly speaking it would be harder to believe if you had a pair of loving parents and you just ran away." He said finishing the contents of the can.

        "You live around here?" He tossed the can.

         "No, quite far actually."

        "Alright then you can stay with me for a bit. Not the best but it's a place. As long as your mom doesn't come looking for you and trashing the place." Not that I would admit it at the time but right there and then a shimmer came to the sickeningly green dots I called eyes.

         "Thank you, Jason."

         "I’m in no position to be a Dad right now, but, I guess I’m your temporary dad for now."

          "Okay."

“Dear Alice„

Parte 04 (short)

Jason Todd + Masc/Male Reader, Damien Al-Ghul Wayne + Twin Reader

Masc/Male Reader

First Person POV

“You’ve never tried…lemonade?”

His blank stare burnt figurative holes through my soul as I attempted to cover my tracks. “Of course I have!”—a terrible lie.

Immediately dragging me from my once comfortable position on the couch to an awkward stance in the kitchen.

“It’s so easy to make I can’t believe you haven’t had it before.” He sneered tamely opening the refrigerator doors.

Placing several lemons on the countertop he hastily closed the fridge.

“Y’know in Latin America when talking about lemons they actually mean limes.” He spewed out information as he walked towards a silverware rack. “All you need is some water, sugar, and lemons obviously.”

Motioning for me to come closer, I went to stand next to him. “You can cut them however you want but I do halves because it’s too much work.” His nonchalant tone as he bought the knife cleanly through the citrus eased my concern if I could properly make the drink.

Midway through cutting the other lemons his phone aggressively buzzed, alerting us both.

“Here you cut the rest kid. I gotta take this.”

Stepping out of the kitchen and into a more private spot I ignored the shady behaviour and worked on cutting the rest of the lemons.

It had been about five minutes so I decided to go through and complete the drink. Adding the sliced lemons and sugar to the jug of water I gently stirred it.

“You’re doin’ great kid. I gotta go for a bit alright? I’ll be back fast, just gotta take care of something.” Jason said finally emerging back into the kitchen light.

With a simple nod for reassurance he slipped out the door. In a peculiar outfit I’ll admit. It was none of my business though so I sat at the kitchen counter watching the lemons peacefully float in the clear water.

“Sorry for cutting you guys in half.” I apologized to the lemons; quietly wondering where Jason had went.