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Sunset Tower

Pairing: Jason x GN!Reader x BestFriend!Dick

Summary: You meet Jason and Dick on the roof of their favourite tower to watch the sunset

The door closes behind you once on the roof to see Jason leaning against the wall with Dick sitting on it, facing the city. "Hey, Jaybird. Hey, Dick." Both of them turn their heads to look at you, greeting you back.

"Why are you still in your suit?" Dick asks. You push myself onto the ledge next to Jason. "Why are you still wearing yours?"

"Touché." 

Jason walks towards you and stands in between my legs with his back towards you.

You look out at the city whilst playing with Jason's hair. "We ordered some food." Dick breaks the small silence. "This is why I love you." you smile at Dick. Jason turns his head towards you, a deadpan look on his face. "As a best friend, you know this." You kiss his cheek. "Good." A smile appears on his face as he turns back around. "I saw you smile, Jay." You look back at the city. He feels your  legs being wrapped around his waist.

Shuffles come from the side of you before something leans against your head. Raven black hair appears in the corner of your eye. You lean you head against Dick's head. Removing your hands from Jason's hair, you loosely drape them over his shoulders.

"You better have gotten my favourite drink as well." you comment, making them chuckle. "We did, don't worry." Jason turns around to look at me with Dick getting his head off me. "Good. If you didn't, I would've killed you myself."

Late Night Mission Dinners

Pairing: Jason x M!Reader

Summary: Jason calls you after he does a mission and sees what you want for a late dinner. You two do this every time one of you goes out on missions and comes back late

Jason fishes his phone out of his leather jacket. He props a foot up on one of the unconscious men on the ground. He clicks on your contact; ‘Redbaby’.

“Hey, Jaybird. Finished the mission already?” your voice comes through after the first few rings. “Yeah, police are on their way. I was thinking that I’ll get us some food since I know that you also haven’t eaten.” He knows that your cheeks are now tinted pink. “I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

"Love you, too, Jay.”

Ending the call, Jason slips his phone away in his pocket as he sits himself on his bike, his helmet now on his head, and off he goes to the 24/7 opened resturant.

Once the food is ordered and is ready moments later, the bags get stuffed in the ones that are strapped on the bike alreadly.

He gets off his bike once he’s finally back at the mansion. He started to strip his clothes on the way to his shared room, the food still in his hand.

Opening the door, he sees you sitting at your desk, tapping away at a screen in front of you.

You feel him behind you as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “What are you working on?” he mumbled against you.

“Something for Bruce.”

Jason nudges you, signalling for you to stand up so he can sit where you were sitting to pull you back and sit in his lap.

The food is on a clear area on the desk, the two eating as Jason watches you. “What time is it?” he asked after he was finished and with his head against your neck.

“Something past one. Did you get hurt bad?”

“Little bit. Got some bruises, nothing major.” He nuzzles his face more into your neck. He feels you raise an arm and rest a hand in his strands, just leaving it to rest there. “Love you, baby.”

“Love you, too, Jay.”

No!

Pairing: Jason x F!Reader

Summary: Jason has a nightmare about you having his death from the Joker and you comfort him

Jason’s body thrashes around in the body, the movements immediately waking you up. He keeps saying your name and ‘no’. "Jay." You lean on her elbow to be on your side. "No! Don't hurt her! (Y/N)? No!" Jason jolts up in bed, looking around to see he's in his room. He sees you sitting up next to him. "You've been having nightmares again." you says softly. Tears blur his vision, remembering what he dreamed about.

Well, he remembered what he had a nightmare about.

Your hand runs through his hair. You uses your other to wipe his fallen tears. You lean back with your head resting back on your pillow and motions for him to lay back down.

Jason rests his head on your chest with one of your hands at the back of his head and the other resting on his cheek. "Want me to tell me about?" you ask quietly. He nods, not saying anything until a couple seconds later.

Jason wakes up to his hands being tied above his head. He takes in his surrounds of a warehouse. His eyes stop to someone being tied to a chair in front of him. He notices that it's you. "No. (Y/N)." He tries to wake you up. You slowly open your eyes, slowly lifting your head to show a bruised eye, blood trailing on the left side of your face and a cut lip.

"Jay?" you move around to have the chains rattle around. You glance down to see your body strapped to the chair. You try to get out by moving around again. 

A maniac chuckle comes out of the shadows.

The couple move their eyes over to see where it's coming from to see Joker walking out. "Déjà vu, right, Red Hood?" Jason notices a crowbar in Joker's hand. "No! Don't hurt her!" Jason struggles against the rope.

Joker walks towards you and takes you out of the chair after taking the bindings off. He then throws you onto the ground. 

Kicks and punches land on your body. He watches you go onto your hands and knees, coughed blood coming out of your mouth. He swings the crowbar at your stomach, sides and back. You scream in pain. Tears fall down yours and Jason's faces.

Joker stops and walks off, leaving the bloodied crowbar on the ground next to a motionless you. Jason gets free from the rope so he runs towards you and falls onto his knees. He turns you onto her back to see a bruised and bloodied face of his girlfriend. "(Y/N)?" He whispers, looking at your blank, lifeless eyes. "(Y/N)?" He leans his head against your chest. His body shaking with sobs. "No!"

Settle

Pairing: Jason x F!Reader x Baby!Damian

Summary: Jason wakes up to Damian. You’re about to get him but Jason insists and takes care of his baby brother

Little Damian’s cries and screams wakes you and Jason up at the hour of 2 in the morning.

You were about to slip out of bed, but Jason wraps his arms around your waist to pull you back into bed. “I got him, girly.” He pecks your lips.

It’s become a daily thing for you and Jason. Whenever Damian’s crying, one of you go to him. If he continues crying, then he’d probably want the other who didn’t come.

Bruce had passed away from being badly injured on a mission, so you and Jason stepped up to be Damian’s guardians.

Damian stands in his cot, his hands gripping the rails. His cheeks are pink and wet. “What’s wrong, baby brother?” Jason picks the toddler up, along with the dummie. It gets placed in Damian’s mouth.

Damian presses his cheek against Jason’s shoulder and his small hand gripping  his older brother’s collar.

“Open the door.” you heard Jason’s voice on the other side of the door. It opens to have Damian’s small face peep through before the whole thing opens to show the two.

“I guess he wanted his big brother.”

“I guess he did.” Jason agreed, moving to be on his side of the bed. He lays Damian on his chest, but the little Wayne doesn’t like that, so he stands in the small space between you and Jason to waddle to you.

You chuckle in awe at him as he puts his small hands on your stomach before heaving his body on yours and resting his head on your chest. Your finger drawing random patterns has him fall back asleep.

If it works on his older brother, then it works on this baby.

"He’s adorable.” you comment.

“When he’s not screaming.” Jason adds, lying on his side and his head against your shoulder. His comment makes you laugh sarcastically. “Just go to sleep.”

Yoooo I was wondering if you could write a fanfic about Jason Todd x Reader where Jason and Dick Grayson fight over the Reader but in the end the Reader Picks Jason?

I had the thought of you having the powers of Diego and Five from TUA (mainly teleportation and knife throwing skills). Also I did have another idea for this request but I figured I’d go with this one. And I'm sorry this took so long

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Within the very early hours of the morning, you’re watching from above at the two brothers arguing. It was not much of a surprise, they always had an argument about something.

But what surprised you a bit was that they were talking about you. Hearing your name go between the two had you curious, so you got their attention by asking, “The fuck you two fighting about now?” 

At the sound of your voice, it made the two jump, their weapons clutched in their hands. 

Once they knew it was you, who’s now sitting on top of a garbage bin, they placed their weapons back into their holsters. 

“What are you doing here?” Dick asked.

“Making sure the two of you weren’t dead, dying in an alleyway or getting yourselves beaten,” you replied, leaning back onto your hands and swinging your legs gently. “Since I’ve answered your question, now you answer mine; the fuck were you two fighting about?”

Dick glances over to the anti-hero of a brother, silently asking him to help. “Oh, no. Don’t look at me.”

“I- we-” Looking back at you, he watches you play a knife around in your hand. “He- well, you see, uh, Jason, wanna help?”

“No. You’re doing great.”

Sighing, Dick just gives you the answer. “Jason and I were arguing about who gets to ask you out.”

“How do you know if I’m not going out with someone already?”

“We would know, Stabby.” Jason answers this time.

Teleporting in front of him, he just stares at you, used to you teleporting in front of him. “Would we now, Red? ‘Cause it seems like Birdy doesn’t know.”

“Know what?!”

All Dick gets for an answer is Jason’s hands on your hips to bring your body against his. “Hope you’re having fun, Red.”

As Jason leans in to give you a kiss, he stumbles a bit as you had teleported out of his hold to sit back on the garbage bin. “Sly fox,” he mumbles to himself.

“I’m already taken, Dick. Your asshole brother beat you to it.”

Baffled, Dick just blinks at you. “I- For how long?” 

“A few months.” Jason answers this time. “After Bruce’s gala.”

“Does anyone else know?”

“Only you.” After saying that, Dick slumps his shoulders in defeat. “Might never know though.” He looks at you, head tilting in confusion. “Might start dating you too.”

DC TAGS @sen-nes

How he shows he loves you

Summary: 3 short blurbs on how Jason shows reader he loves them.

warnings: mentions of reader being kidnapped, but descriptions are very vague lol.

wc: 2k

a/n: This isn't edited at all, but it has been sitting on y drafts for wayyyy too long

Jokes

Disappointment is not the initial reaction he hoped for when he came in through your front door. Shock would've been a more appropriate response, since your music was too loud and you didn't hear him come in. He decided to pull a prank and scare you, silently making his way to the kitchen where you were having a karaoke session. Which given how quiet he could be when he wanted to, it was not that hard at all. Now Jason tries to hold back his laugh, a boyish grin plastered across his features that he wouldn't be able to suppress even if he tried.

"What are you making?" He whispers next to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. If he was being honest, he'd say he is concerned about how long it takes you to notice there's someone else in your apartment. But right now, he's too caught up in the bliss of being in your presence that he can't bring himself to care.

"Oh, you're early." You say after the scream you let out when he comes up behind you, seemingly out of nowhere to whisper in your ear.

"Why? You're mad?" He replies, hiding his insecurity behind sass. What if you didn't want him there? What if he's overstayed his welcome? But before he can come up with some convoluted reason for why you don't want him anymore, you're stopping him.

"I just wanted to have this done by the time you got here" You signal back at the food with your head. And he looks over, finally realizing you were cooking his favorite meal.

"What's the special occasion?"

"Nothing," You blush "Can't a girl just cook for her boyfriend?"

"Not unless she wants me to make her my wife," He teases, you roll your eyes, growing accustomed to these types of jokes. Once he reached a certain level of domesticity and was comfortable enough in the relationship, he started to talk about how he was gonna marry you. Jason would even jokingly refer to you as his wife. At first, he made you blush, now it was just the usual routine.

You would lie if you said it didn't excite you and make your feelings all mushy when he did that, your heart felt warmer when he showed how committed he was to you. You felt giddy whenever he said "When we get married", he never said if we get married, he was very certain about wanting to spend the rest of his life with you. Your heart skipped a beat whenever he'd drop a detail of his dream wedding, "We're having a chocolate cake, like the one in Matilda" or "I'm kissing the fuck out of you on that altar". One time he said: "If you liked that, imagine what our honeymoon would be", that one got him a soft slap on his chest as you chuckled.

"How did you get here anyways?" You change the subject, going back to your cooking.

"Used the front door" He answers with a smirk, arms wrapping around your waist as he steps closer to you.

"Really? How?"

"Cause I'm your boyfriend," He replies like it's the most obvious thing in the world. It is, but he didn't need to say it like that. "I have been for a while, and you gave me your keys"

"Damn, my doorman just lets anyone in these days" You joke and you can hear the little "tsk" that comes from his mouth as he lets go of you.

"I can leave and come back from your window" He's kidding, but you know him well enough to know he's willing to follow through just for the sake of doing a bit. Instead, you hold his arm, pulling him back to you in between giggles.

"Please, I finally have boot imprint-free windowsills"

He laughs, it's real laughter, not his usual chuckle. It makes your heart work overtime as you watch his smile reach his eyes so much that he ends up closing them. He pulls you in for a kiss before he lets you go to finish the dinner you worked so hard on. The food that when he takes a bite from has him asking:"You want a summer or spring wedding?"

Touch

Even if he's less inclined to admit this, Jason knew that before you met he was touch starved. And now he can't get enough of it, he's constantly on your side or with his hands on you in any way, shape or form. It came as a shock--to him-- how badly he needed you sometimes, he never felt this about anyone before. He swears he's not usually this clingy.

You are walking down the street and suddenly you're not holding his hand or bicep and he's grabbing your hand and putting it back. He could never be one of those boyfriends who don't notice when their partner stops holding their hand, if you ever so that he's immediately holding your hand again and asking what's wrong.

Sometimes his touch is protective. You are going through a crowded space and he has his hand placed on the small of your back, guiding you and making sure nothing ever happens to you. It turns a little too protective when another guy tries talking to you and he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in for a kiss.

But most of the time, he's all alone with you, lying down on bed or a couch, and he's tracing shapes on your uncovered skin. He leans his head closer when you play with his hair or God forbid you touch his face, it has his knees giving out. He loves feeling your weight on top of him, loves feeling you're real and that you're with him and not going anywhere. Maybe he sneaks a hand under your clothes if he feels daring, and your attention doesn't shift. It amazes him how he's allowed this, how much access you give him. And over everything else, it doesn't have to be sexual. Casual skin to skin contact did not have to mean anything else; it was just that.

With you he's experienced that not every touch has violence behind it, not every contact has an ulterior motive. So he's so gentle with you, maybe he is not good with words, so he makes up for it. You know he shows his affection in action rather than words, he's not that far from worshiping the ground you walk on. He's specially kind when you know you're vulnerable; he presses kisses to your face as much as he can and to your shoulder blades when he can't. You know he's a big softy since you've pretended to be asleep multiple times as he played with your hair. An more than once you've heard him whisper hushed love confessions he never thought you'd hear. His hands are rough with criminals but you'd never be able to tell by how kind he's around you.

Priority

Jason wants you to know you can count on him for anything, he makes a point of it by telling you multiple times. You ran out of milk? He's buying it on his way to your place Your apartment needs fixing and your landlord won't help? Problem's solved within the hour. Maybe you got terrible cramps, he's there to help you however you want him to. So it's no surprise to you or anyone that the second you're in danger he drops everything else. You're his number one priority.

"Where is she?" He pushes Bruce for information, which he was adamant in not telling him. Knowing Jason, he'd end up acting before he thinks it through, he'd show up unprepared and end up causing a disaster. Or at least that is what Bruce thinks about the son who plotted his revenge against him for years to the last minute detail.

"Jason" He mutters under his breath.

"I swear to God if I find out someone touched a hair in her head because you wasted time-"

"You go with me or you don't" He threatens "at all."

And Jason loves you so much, he's willing to agree to work with him in a heartbeat. He puts all his resentment aside when he thinks it will help you, if it meant working with the bat and abiding by his rules, then so be it. He'll track down the poor fucker who took you and kill him later. He didn't like being around him, it made him feel tense due to the incredibly strained relationship between the two of them. Bruce loved Jason, but sadly his way of showing it translated quite the opposite way in the younger one's eyes.

Bruce was being too quiet about what happened to you. All he knew was that he couldn't reach you, you were not at any of the usual places, and your friends had no idea where you were either. He checked your apartment and things were perfectly placed, no one had broken in--other than him. Then when he tracked your phone, which he only promised to do in extreme situations like today, he found it inside your purse thrown in some dirty alleyway. That's when his panic hit its peak and turned back to get his red hood gear and ask the bats if they knew anything about you.

He got to a warehouse, standing next to Bruce he decides to push him a bit more to get anything out of him. His mind was killing him with questions, were you okay? what happened? how did he know? and couldn't bear another second next to the stoic figure not willing to tell him anything.

"It's Mad Hatter, he's been taking people off the streets for-"

"Is she okay?" He cuts off, he has no space in his mind for whatever crazy thing he had planned against Batman or the city. Not when he's not sure you're safe, when Bruce won't even tell him if you're alive.

"She should be" He gives in "I'll take care of him, you handle hostages"

That's all he needs, he braces himself before following after Bruce, watching every step he made as it could make the difference between losing you or saving you. Jason's a bit pissed he's relegated to hostages much like he was during his time as Robin but decides against questioning for now. He steps and breathes as quietly as he can while he makes his way past the sign that reads "Wonderland". He silently signals to Bruce that they should split and cover more ground, to which he agreed with a curt nod. His masks allows him to have a better vision in the dark, so he can see how filthy the place was and how worn down the wonderland decorations were. He doesn't know if the man was there, but knowing Bruce he sent him on a path he wasn't likely to find him alone.

He finally finds some of his hostages, two twins laying unconscious on the floor. He tried waking them up to no success; he saw their chests move up and down as they breathed, so he knew he could worry about that later. Moving further, he sees a couple more people, all dressed up as characters like the twins were, in the same state. He then moves to the tea party, where another two kids dressed as the animals in the book sat with their heads on the table. He picks one of them up and rests them in a more comfortable position on the floor using what he could to make a cushion for their head, then does the same with the other kid. He thinks it's the least he could do if he couldn't wake them up. After a nerve-wracking walk through Lewis Caroll's nightmare he finds you, he feels his soul getting back to his body when his eyes finally land on you.

You lay on a floor that resembles a chessboard wearing a white dress and a crown, a little blonde girl with a light blue dress is cuddled up on your arms. He kneels down next to you, whispering your name and grabbing your shoulder to shake you in an almost desperate attempt to wake you.

"Please, please" He's sure if someone could hear how pathetic he sounded, his reputation would be ruined forever.

"Jay?" You manage to mutter under your breath, still not opening your eyes.

"Yes, I'll get you out of here"

"Hm, hats" you hummed, he doubted you were even aware of anything.

"I know, baby"

"off" Your voice was low and it seemed to him that you were fighting to stay awake and losing.

He took off the crown from your head and the headband from "Alice's". Listening to your advice, even if you were barely conscious. Once he confirmed you were okay, he carried you out. Then he came back for the little girl next to you, and so on until everyone was out and hat free. By that time police had arrived, and Batman was handing Jervis' ass to the cops to begin the cycle once more. He holds back, watching from afar to avoid getting caught. He watched as Batman shared a few words with Gordon, then Barbara tuned in to let him know which hospital they were taking you to.

When you wake up he is next to you, holding your hand and with the biggest eye-bags you've ever seen him with. He almost starts crying when you call his name in a hoarse whisper.

"I'm okay,"You whisper, wrapping your arms tightly around him. The scene is too touching as you see someone put a hand on his shoulder and tell him something.

"I'll go tell the doctors you woke up" He excused himself, reluctant even to let go of your hand, much less entertained by the idea of being separated from you too long.

You didn't see him as Jason's frame covered the man behind him but now you notice the one and only Bruce Wayne standing in your hospital room. It was too much to take in.

"Oh, Jason must really love me if he was willing to work with you"

Hello!

Congratulations on 2k followers! You definitely deserve it!

Can I request a dahlia bouquet with a burlap wrapping + poison ivy love toxins that make the hit at like a love sick puppy? (Jason preferably)

Thank you and congrats again!

“hi baby,” jason was on you in seconds, big arms wrapping around your midsection, unintentionally lifting you off the ground due to his height.

“missed you, so so much.”

you eyed the window where dick sat, trying not to laugh. “what happpened to him?”

dick grins, “your big baby missed you.” at your glaring he adds the real story.

“he got hit by ivy’s pollen. from what we’ve seen it makes him clingy, but only to you. he punched me when i offered him a hug and then demanded i bring him here.”

you sigh as dick waves, ducking out the window and back onto the streets. jason seemingly in his own world, intrigued by your hair as he nuzzled against you. “did you miss me?”

he pouts and you can’t help but smile. “of course i missed you. i miss you every second you’re gone.”

he grins happily, walking towards the bedroom, still very much carrying you, your legs swing limply with every step he takes.

“wait here,” he mutters, setting you down on the bed. he rushes off to the bathroom to quickly rinse off and change. he comes back in under three minutes.

with zero warning he plops down on top of you like a clingy baby, “i love you.” he says randomly, enjoying the feeling of you under him.

his head lay between your breasts and he pressed a kiss against your collarbone. he hummed softly when your hands moved to his hair, fingers weaving through his thick black locks.

your eyes close before you can realise he’s staring at you face, they snap open when you hear him whine. “don’t you love me too?”

you raise a brow, head tilting down to look at him where he lay, “what?”

“i said i love you but you didn’t say it back.”

“i love you too jason,” you sigh, head dropping back and he nuzzles against you contently. his thumbs rubbing your hips calmly, you shifted under him and he shifted closer, as if he’d die you weren’t completely attached to him. “don’t leave me.”

“i’m not, just got a dead leg.”

his eyes widen and he shoots up, “i killed your leg?” he questions concerned, head moving to stare at your legs.

you didn’t want to laugh, really you didn’t. he was so cute, you liked seeing him like this but the way he reacted made you burst out laughing. he frowns, pouting at you, offended.

“you’re mean.”

he grumbles, turning away from you and crossing his arms. you snicker as you wrap your arms around his big torso. “baby, no. i’m sorry.”

he shakes his head, “nuh uh.”

“don’t ‘nuh uh’ me, jason,” you say, mockingly stern. you press a kiss against his shoulder, tender and sweet and he melt before dropping all his weight on you, forcing you to lay back and let him lay on top of you completely.

“go to sleep,” he says. you try to protest but he simply doesn’t respond.

JASON TODD BEING A BIG CAT IS HILL I WILL DIE ON.

imagine jason coming home and just collapsing on top of you after changing then starts to 'make biscuits' on your tummy or thighs(anywhere w some meat cuz he loves it)

-🎀

I need you to understand that this genuinely made my heart flutter. This has me smiling and giggling.

OK SO you’ve tried to tell Jason in the past that he doesn’t have to say he loves your thighs for your benefit, but he immediately refutes and says that he just genuinely is obsessed with them. Like he comes home after a long day and you can tell when he open the door and his shoulders are hunched. You open your arms and let him bury his face in your neck. He’s not talking, which is normal after he’s had a rough day.

He tugs on your sweatpants and you nod your head. Jason LOVES skin to skin contact. So he leads you toward the couch and you take the sweatpants off, not for any sexual reason. You lay down and Jason lifts up your shirt so he can lay his head on your stomach. You feel his hands begin to massage your thighs like a cat making biscuits as you glide your fingers over his scalp.