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

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

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

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

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

I am FERAL over your knight Jason thought. FERAL!!! Okay check this out: so Jason's ignoring reader because he feels guilty right? Maybe he tried to give them back but the king wouldn't allow it. But maybe the reader misunderstands and thinks they're not doing their "duties" so they make dinner and breakfast and wash his clothes and basically act like a perfect spouse. How would Jason react? 👀

Dear god... I feel another series coming on...

Idkidk, their dynamic is just really interesting to me! it's probably gonna be a bit of a slow burn here. Feel free to send more thoughts about them. I am rotating these two like a rotisserie chicken in my brain.

knight!jason todd x gn!reader. ambiguous time period but just assume it's olden times *gestures vaguely*. tw arranged marriage/forced relationship but it's complicated! jason is full of angst and self-loathing but he's a sweetie as per usual. original post for context.

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The soldier—Jason—has said four words since you've arrived.

The first was "here," which he said whilst handing you a mug of milk. He didn't look at you as he said it, and that morning, he left for a five-day long station. You only know that because he said, after handing you the milk, "I've been stationed."

You realized it was five days when you heard his horse galloping towards the house... five days later.

You haven't initiated conversation because though you're a commoner, and no one ever had much hope for you to become anything but an old spinster, you know not to challenge knights.

But this is fucking ridiculous.

"Do you like veal?" you ask on your fourteenth day here.

Jason is about to leave, his boots half laced. He freezes at your question and looks up.

You stand tall, chin up. This is a normal question. A question a wife would ask her husband, except you're not a wife, and you're pretty sure this soldier isn't a husband either.

"I like veal," he says carefully, slowly. "Would you like me to fetch some from the market?"

Now, this is where it gets tricky. When the king summoned you, he made it clear that you were expected to care for Jason under his rules. You don't know how to navigate this world. You know what couples in your village do, but you don't know what's expected of you here.

"Actually, I..." Jason looks at you. His eyes are very green. He has a surprisingly sweet face under his helmet. "Actually, I was wondering if I could go. On my own."

"Oh."

You brace yourself for arguing or yelling. True, he hasn't raised his voice once, but he also hasn't said much at all. It's like living with a ghost.

"Yes, of course. Of course you can go." He fishes out a pouch of coins and gives them to you. You take it slowly, waiting for him to realize his mistake. He doesn't.

"Thank you," you say.

He nods and watches you walk.

"Wait."

You stop. Here it comes.

"There's a cargo ship in port today. The guards rotate at noon."

He leaves before you can form a thought. You hold the coins, watching blankly as the door shuts behind him. His horse whinnies, and then he's gone.

The market isn't far from the cottage. It's fantastic to be outside again. No one's noticed your absence, clearly, but that's alright. You've never expected more.

You buy a good cut of veal and potatoes and carrots and apples. Jason gave you more money than any cut of meat would cost, so surely he assumed you would buy other food. Why else would he give you so much?

A ship's horn drones in the distance. You're feeling some oranges when you remember his words. A cargo ship.

The sun is almost at its highest point.

"Oi! Either buy 'em or stop feelin' 'em!" the seller snaps.

You roll your eyes and move on from the orange stand. You can see the horizon of where the sky meets the sea from here. Any moment, the guards will change, and the ship will be...

You stop. Was Jason hinting at your escape?

No, he couldn't have been! That's preposterous. Why would he want you gone? The king took you for a reason.

And where would you go anyway? Once you leave, you'd be a criminal forever. You couldn't make a home on your own. And who knows what could happen in between? Pirates, enemy soldiers, anybody could snatch you up.

This must've been a test. A test to see if you would run. That's why he agreed to you going so easily.

No, your escape can't be planned now. Not when you're so obviously uncomfortable, and Jason knows it.

You ignore the ship and go home with your purchases. You spend the rest of the afternoon preparing veal stew. You warm leftover bread over the fire and set a pot of butter on the table.

Jason comes in louder than he has before, humming quietly. You perk up at the sound, happy for the lack of silence.

You set a bowl of stew at his chair and wait by the fire. As soon as he enters the kitchen, the humming stops.

"Welcome home," you say, wringing your hands. "I made supper."

Jason glances at the table, then back at you.

"You came back," he says.

"Why wouldn't I?" you ask, face neutral as you cut the bread into chunks.

"That—did the ship come?"

"Yes."

Jason sits. His face is dirty from training.

"I bought more than veal," you say, and hand him the pouch. "I hope that's alright. We—there were no more potatoes."

He takes the pouch, rubbing the string tied around the top. "You went to the marketplace... and came back."

It's not a question, but it sounds like there might be one behind it.

"Certainly," you say. "I'm loyal to you, Jason. I serve you."

He looks up, blinking rapidly. Then he looks back at his stew.

Oh, right. He's waiting for you to ask permission to sit.

"May I join you?" you ask.

Jason flinches. "You don't... you don't have to ask. I would never stop you from eating."

The words hang in the air. It's like neither one of you can speak right.

You watch him, and he watches you as you serve yourself and sit on the opposite side of the table. Jason takes the first bite, and you eat right after.

"Is the supper satisfactory? Have I done well?" you ask.

Jason stops chewing and sets his spoon down. You're struck by his shift in demeanor. You worry for a moment you've screwed up something as dim-wittingly simple as stew.

His eyes are sad as they fall on you. It's akin to grief, the pain he wears, but you don't know why he's grieving. You silently offer him more bread, pushing it toward him. He takes it.

"Yes," he says quietly and eats another spoonful. "You did. Thank you for supper."

Jason cleans his bowl three times. You have no stew leftover, which pleases you.

But as soon as Jason finishes eating, he gets up, rinses his bowl, and wordlessly leaves.

You don't see him for the rest of the night.

Somehow, you feel lonelier than when you weren't speaking.

angel of small death | jason todd

Summary: You can't remember what it was like to be human. Until Jason returns. Now, he's the only thing tethering you to this world. And you won't let anything happen to him.

Pairing: Jason Todd x shadow monster!gn!reader

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings/tags: monster!reader, canon-typical violence, codependency, reader attacks Batman, reader accidentally hurts Jason, stalking, suicidal thoughts, crying, hurt/comfort, somewhat happy ending.

A/N: I wrote this in a day so if there are any grammar mistakes please feel free to lmk!

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You feel it when Jason returns. 

No one else seems to. The Bat (his… family?) doesn’t sense anything is different, but you do. 

And just as quickly as you feel him, he’s lost. His grave is empty. You scour Gotham for him, his body, anything. But he’s gone. Stolen. 

If you were more powerful, free from this wretched body, you would find him. Hunt down whoever took him, then bring him back to Gotham, so he might rest. 

For a short day, your limbs had felt like flesh. The void that is your mouth had smiled. You were human again. 

Jason is lost. You scream in mourning. 

He’s back. 

You’re awake.

“Go through the side!”

Hood’s men scramble to obey, armed and ready. They’ve planned this ambush for three and a half weeks. Black Mask made himself scarce after Hood made it clear he wouldn’t leave him alone. You watched in pride and worry as Jason threw himself into his revenge. 

He’s stronger than in your memory. He’s big, bigger than most opponents. Bigger than the Bat. He’s good with a weapon. Good in combat. Scarred all over. Brutal. 

But he’s angry and hurt, and he’s human. He may have the Pit inside of him, but he is no monster. You would know.

The Bat is hunting him. You will tear him apart, if necessary. You will tear apart anyone who hurts Jason. 

You slip through the shadows, letting your limbs stretch as long as they can. They make awful shrieking noises when you stretch too far, and it makes the men below nervous. 

One of Jason’s men looks right at you. You look back. He gasps and runs back to the van.

These men are loyal but they’re nowhere near strong enough to protect Jason. You’d prefer to eat them all, but Jason seems to trust them. So you gut a lackey in a clown mask and silently remain on the highest balcony across the street from Black Mask’s lair.

Once, you permitted yourself to watch Jason in his apartment, in his bed, while he slept. He cried through a nightmare. You tried to chase the nightmare away, but you’d only made it worse. He awakened, sweating and gasping, and screamed as soon as he saw you.

You haven’t revealed yourself since. 

You are lonely. You want to die. You’ve wanted to die for a long time. 

But you won’t. Not before you see Jason home safe.

Automatic gunfire echoes from the lair. You rush to the unlit side of the building. You peer in through the window. 

It’s mostly Black Mask’s men on the floor, bleeding. You slip inside to eat the death. 

“The fuck is that?!”

You look up just as three bullets pass through you. You scowl at the offending gunman, who drops his gun and runs. Rude. 

You wouldn’t normally enter like this, make your presence so obvious. If someone were looking for you, they could easily track you after tonight.

But nothing matters except Jason. 

There’s shouting outside. You soar to the ceiling and through the skylight. 

“Shit, shit, fuck! Boss! Boss, you alright?”

“Shut the fuck up, Garett,” Jason says, helmeted head lolling against the brick. Three of his men crowd him.

You speed to the shadow, carefully avoiding the light casted by the overhead streetlight. You’ve stepped in one before and the fluorescent lights sting.

Jason is bleeding from his gut, where his armor separates to allow movement. 

You creep closer. If you still had a heart, it would beat fast. You remember how it felt. You don’t feel fear often these days, but now you know for sure that it was never gone.

You scream.

The streetlight shatters. Jason and his men cover their ears, shouting in pain. His men start to bleed from their ears. It doesn’t take much for you to strike them down, knock them into a fitful slumber.

“Who’s there?”

Jason immediately pulls out his gun, despite his injury. You try to stay on his side, so he won’t have to see your yellow, bottomless eyes. You’d close your eyes if you weren’t so afraid of hurting Jason further.

“I ain’t scared of you!” he says, and you’d be inclined to believe him if your teeth weren’t peeking out at the scent of his fear.

You swallow and focus on his injury. You stretch your fingers to two thin points. Then you reach into his stomach and pull out the bullet.

Jason yells in pain and fires. You ignore it and keep going. 

“Sssssss-sssor–ry,” you rasp.

Jason turns his head and looks right at you. He panics, trying to squirm away. You quickly hold him down so your fingers won’t rip through his intestine.

“Let go a’me! Let go!” 

He fires until the cartridge is empty. You are crying. 

“Sss-sssor-sssorry.” Then you sear Jason’s wound closed. 

That’s when he passes out, the pain overwhelming him. Black tears run down your face and join the dark. 

As soon as the wound is cauterized, you slink to the darkest corner of the city, inside an abandoned warehouse. 

You let yourself grow into your full form, showing your claws and exposed tendons and the hole in your chest.

Then you cry, cry, cry. The windows explode, the bricks become dust, and still, you cry into the rubble. You cry until morning.

You can’t stop.

You should. You’re fearsome and ugly and Jason is already entrenched in grief. You’ll only make him worse.

But after the ambush, you can’t rest. You have tried to return to the dirt, to where you had lain for so long. You swim to the bottom of the ocean and try to sleep with the creatures there. That doesn’t work either. 

So you follow Jason instead. You follow him every night on patrol. You snipe anyone who gets too close, intending to harm. Jason returns home with a full magazine, most nights. You know he should take care of his adversaries on his own to keep in practice, but you throw up iridescent black oil when you try to let go and not protect him. 

“I know you’re there.”

You’re crouched on an apartment’s fire escape two stories above. Jason has stopped. He’s been frozen for several minutes. 

You look around, trying to find who Jason sees. But the alley is empty. 

“I know…” Jason takes a shaky breath. “I know you’re there. I feel ya watchin’ me.”

Then he takes off his helmet and tosses it aside. He takes off his holsters and removes his knives and tasers and drops those next to his helmet.

You crawl on all fours down the apartment building, claws scraping the brick. You can smell his fear from here. 

You rattle a loose screw at the end of your climb. Jason turns in your direction. He gasps, eyes wide. 

You freeze. Neither of you move for a long minute.

“You’ve been followin’ me,” he says. 

You nod. You’re not sure if he can see you in the dark.

“Who—what are you?”

You crawl closer. Jason wants to move away, you can tell, but he doesn’t.

On your hands, you come up to his head. You wish you could make yourself smaller.

Jason swallows hard, chest rising and falling quickly.

You’re not good at speaking. You used to be. Used to have all the words. Now they’re gone. Your tongue is too big for your mouth.

“I feel… shit, I feel like I know ya,” he says. “You know me?”

“Rrrrrrrob–rrobiiii—robiiiiin.”

He inhales sharply. “Yeah. You knew me then?”

You reach for him. Careful. So careful. You use the blunt side of your claw to touch Jason’s scarred cheek. He’s so warm. So full of light. 

He steps back. Your hand falls. 

You start to cry. You can’t help it. 

Your claws dig into the pavement, tearing through asphalt. 

“Waaaan–wantttttt. Tttt. Jaaaayy. WAN—TTTT. WA—JAY. WANNN—”

You try to speak softly, but it comes out like a shriek. Jason grunts in pain, covering his ears. Red seeps through his fingers. 

You stumble backwards at the sight. You must go. You must try again and see if the ocean will take you.

“Wait! Wait, wait!”

Jason runs around, holding up his hands in front of you. You stop, black tears pooling into a puddle at his feet.

“It’s okay. It’s alright. I know you.”

You want to speak but you’ll hurt him if you do. So you cry in silence. Jason waits.

“‘S okay,” he says again. “You didn’t do it on purpose. Shh, shh. Don’t cry.”

His fear is lessened. Not gone, but not grown. 

“Hey,” he says softly. “Hey, honey.”

The tears keep falling. Jason keeps waiting. 

“‘Course I remember ya,” he says, and pets you where your cheek should be. “How could I forget you?”

You moan quietly. It doesn’t hurt Jason this time.

The night that the Bat finds Jason brings a thunderstorm with it.

You’ve followed Jason for weeks now. He’s no longer afraid when he catches glimpses of your endless mouth and shapeless eyes. Sometimes, on patrol, you get nervous. When you’re too close to people, to noise, you get restless. You want to run, but you can’t, because Jason will be alone. And so will you. 

Jason has begun to hum when you get nervous. You get closer when he does, looming over him, but he no longer smells like fear.

“Y’smell like peaches, y’know that?” he’d said a few weeks ago. 

You’d just pitched your head lower to show you were listening. 

“Yeah,” Jason had said. “Like peach pie. I was so confused the night you removed the bullet. Craved peach pie for days. Ain’t that the weirdest shit you’ve ever heard?”

Honestly, yes. After everything, that is definitely the weird part.

“Gooo—g-g…” You’d swallowed, frustrated. Jason had hummed.

“‘S okay,” he’d said. “‘M listening. Take your time.”

So you’d tried again. “G-good?” 

“Yeah, honey. Oh, yeah. So good. You’re so good.”

That hadn’t been what you meant. But you’d gotten the feeling Jason knew what you were asking and decided to answer another question anyway.

It’s pouring tonight. The rain doesn’t bother you, but if lightning starts, you may have to retire for tonight. 

That’s only in an extreme circumstance, however. For now, you’re right there with Jason. 

“Shit, ‘s really comin’ down, huh!” Jason shouts over the rain. 

He swings to a rooftop and almost slips on water. You rush to him, but he holds up a hand, laughing.

“‘M fine, ‘m fine. I gotta finish the southside. You can dip if you want.”

You don’t respond. Jason sighs.

“Alright, fine. C’mon.”

You’re two blocks into the southside when a dark blob lands in front of Jason. You stay hidden, eyes sharp. 

The blob is a man. The Bat. 

“Jason,” Batman says. Jason stiffens.

You feel a screech working its way out, but you stop it for Jason’s sake. You will intervene if he needs help.

Both of their fear levels have shot up. 

The Bat steps forward. “You lied to me, Jason. I can’t believe it’s you going around Gotham killing—”

“Oh, you can’t?” Jason spits. “You can’t believe your little bird that’s back from the dead is angry that no one fuckin’ cleaned up this city? The clown is still alive, Bruce!”

Thunder cracks the sky. You stay silent, keeping your grip on the side of the building light. You’d offered to kill the Joker for Jason. Ki–lllll clo–own? K–ill?

But Jason had told you no. Had said that it wasn’t your responsibility. So you’d refrained. 

The Bat is quiet for a moment. Then, “I’m sorry, Jason. I know you’re upset, but—”

“Fuck you. I don’t wanna hear your attempts at peacemaking. I’m not gonna stop no matter what you say.”

“Jason,” the Bat says. “You have to stop killing.”

“The only way I’m gonna stop is if you kill me.”

You scramble down as soon as you hear armor clash. A batarang strikes Jason’s chestplate. Jason’s increasingly aggressive, forcing the Bat to defend himself harder. 

Thunder strikes again. Jason knows all of the Bat’s weak points. And while the Bat is distracted, it doesn’t stop him from fighting well.

The moment the Bat draws blood, you stalk out of hiding and howl.

Three streetlights explode as you grow to your full, terrifying size. Both the Bat and Jason cover their ears. You slam the Bat down on the ground, claws shredding his cape and suit. You’re furious. You will kill.

One of your claws punctures the Bat’s thigh. He shouts in pain. You’ll tear him apart for making Jason bleed.

Rain beats down on you. You heave over the Bat, shaking with fury. 

“Stop! Fuck, fuck. Stop it!”

Jason pulls at your arm, which is nearly the size of his entire body. His helmet is cracked, his exposed eye bloodshot. That rekindles your anger, but Jason quickly intercepts. 

“Stop, please. It’s okay. I’m okay. Don’t kill him, please. Don’t kill.”

“Miiiiii—m—miiii-ine. Mine.”

Jason nods. He pulls off his helmet and tosses it. 

“Yeah, yeah, I am. I’m yours. He’s not gonna take me away from ya. He wouldn’t kill me.”

The Bat coughs, spitting blood. “N-never.”

"Mine," you say, tremulous, blood under your claws. "My Robin."

Jason shakes you. "Yours. I'm yours. C’mon, peach. C’mon, love.”

It would be so easy to end it now. End you and the Bat. And you would do it if you didn’t think it would end Jason too.

His fear is high. You pull your claw out of the Bat, who groans. You let Jason lead you away. He holds your darkness.

“Scaaaar—sc-ared. Scare-d?”

“Yeah,” Jason admits. “Little bit.”

You close your eyes. “Ba-ad.”

“No, honey. You’re not bad. You’re scared.”

You dig your claws into the roof, cracking the concrete. You let yourself shrink, so Jason can wrap his arms around your neck. You don’t trust yourself enough to touch him back. 

He’s crying. Jason is crying.

You pull back a little, so you can see his face. 

“Cr-y,” you say, feeling like weeping yourself. “Cry cr-y c-ry.”

You want to say so much more, but you can’t. Your words are gone. You know Jason doesn’t judge you for that, but you need to tell him. Tell him how you feel.

You lick Jason’s cheeks. They taste like salt and rainwater. You lick more. Lick until he stops crying.

“Son,” the Bat says behind you. 

“‘S okay, B,” Jason says. 

Rain drips down his face and suit. He’s beginning to shiver. You try to shield him as best as you can. 

“We’re okay,” Jason says, this time just to you.

“Sc-scaare—”

“No, no. Hey, peach. ‘M not scared. Y’hear me?”

You slowly drape your arms over Jason’s back. He strokes your wrist that droops and stretches unnaturally. 

“Yeah. You know me. I’ve never been afraid of the dark.”

The Mask | Jason Todd X Reader

Red Hood X Villain Reader

— in which you, a shy nerdy vigilante/Wayne family obsessed barista- is actually a villain that torments the Red Hood at night.

AU: Soulmate (bc I can)

Rating: Sfw

Note: Y/N is based off of Furina from Genshin bc I thought this would be fun and I saw a prompt somewhere, I think? It’s just my interpretation of it as to not step on anyone's toes!

Also, this isn't really a imagine. It's more of an Idea I was thinking of and needed to get out of my head! So that's why it's kind of not finished? Most of my stuff is WIPs anyway so this isn't really new.

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You were a popular villain.

People loved you. Maybe not the theft and distraction you caused but hey- we all have flaws? “I will teach this city the true meaning of Justice!” You’d boldly claim standing on the stage that was Gotham city’s tallest building- scarily close to the edge. “Join me- and together we’ll cleanse this city of its evil and corrupt ways!” You’d state so boldly.

You loved for the attention, the lights- cameras and reporters. That’s why the red hood could only shake his head. Another psychopath spewing their ideology like it should be praised- like it was the absolute truth.

Spoiler alert, it wasn’t.

The world wasn’t black and white enough for an ideology to trump all the others and ‘cleanse this city’. Fuck, not this city- not even close. Gotham was just in too deep. Too much crime, too much of a drug problem or a poverty problem- too much of everything. The joker was a prime example of that. The evil of this city boiled up into one twisted person… Anyway, you were an attention seeker, classic villain profile. Does it for attention- maybe mommy or daddy didn’t give you enough love? It didn’t matter. What happened was you were breaking the law and Jason was still on Bruce’s keep an eye on list. So, he’d keep his hands off the bigger more horrible criminals.

Still sometimes, only sometimes, he'd find himself listening a little too closely to your ideals- Like you believed in the death penalty for Gotham hardest to kill roach: The joker.

So, while Red Hood was chasing you... Well, it'd started off small, you’d steal from the rich of Gotham- sometimes even Bruce Wayne himself. -Those days Jason found himself chasing after you slower, not that he’d admit that. It was a classic Robin Hood situation and Jason… didn’t know how to feel about it. On one hand you were breaking the law, in the other, power to the people. Eat the rich.

Jason knew how it felt to grow up struggling so too see you helping people? It was almost nice.

What annoyed him though was your loud, for the people persona. “I will judge all of Gotham! Batman himself can’t escape my judgment!” Okay, slow down… you were fast and agile, but Batman would be able to catch you. And if Jason really put his back into it, he could too. Still, that never stopped you from making bold claims. It garnered attention, it was bold and daring and just what the people wanted. Your ideal matched up with what so many people were fed up with the batman for.

Eventually your behavior began to escalate. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep the Bats eyes from you. “This is a cult...” He muttered while he hides away on the roof of an abandoned building you holed your followers up in for a speech.

“My loyal follower!” You’d greet them with a smile and a bow. You’d put in stage performances. Sometimes with Jason, except he never knew, and the performance was just you and him fighting on the stage. Most days, some days it seemed it was just you acting and being alive on that large stage. Others you were preaching your words to the cult your loyal followers. You were building an empire and catching the attention of other criminals.

An empire that while he agreed with, went against the bats no kill rule. The longer you stood on that stage the less safe from the bat you were.

And no matter how much he wanted to agree with you, a small part of him still wanted... something from batman. You would be an issue.

“How much longer do I have to do this…?”

Red hood was no detective, but he was raised by the greatest one. So, while he was lacking in that department compared to the rest of his family (Even if it was just by a smidge.) He still noticed how after a speech or a fight- your smile, no, your persona dropped.

It was a persona you probably garnered for attention.

but still...

So how…

…That just didn’t make sense.

“Can I have your autograph…? Please?” A civilian would ask shyly, hiding behind a Batman themed phone case with a Robin themed charm hanging from that same phone.

The worst part of it all? You didn’t ask for the Red Hoods autograph. You asked for Jason Todd’s autograph, you were a fan of the Wayne’s. Gotham's golden family. No actually, it was the way you jumped up and down eagerly when you thought he was far enough way and did a dumb victory dance.

He sighed and leaned against the alleys stone wall as he watched you leave. A sense of worry invaded his mind as he watched you in your nerdy and totally lame Superman shirt walking away. All while staring at your phone.

He was surprised you recognized him. He was never in the public spotlight- maybe here and there when he was younger. Not now, not anymore. His death and how vague it was left question. Ones people didn’t ask when he wasn’t there, dangling in front of them like bait to a fish, they’d ask why and how and while they had a cover up: One the bat, the world's greatest detective made up. It still was messy. You must be a real fan.

He wasn’t even sure if that was really you…

It had to be though, there was no mistaking it. So, with your civilian name in his head, he walked back home.

“…so… lonely…” `

Escape Reality | Part 0

PAIRINGS: Batfam X Reader (platonic), Jason Todd X Reader (romantic)

—Why did you choose to get a dog? And why did you choose to walk him before the beginning of a storm? Well… you can’t say you regret it.

AU/Trope: Isekai

Rating: SFW (as always)

❥ [Part 0] - [Part 1] (not yet out)

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A/Note: Heavily inspired by the amazing and incredible @daydreams-to-passages ! They wrote something I hadn’t even thought of which evolved into this fic! I really just expanded on their ideas so this is like 70% them! This is a little short but it's really just a prologue.

Oh, and lastly: if you know me IRL no you fucking don’t!

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When you got a dog… well, every dog owner knows the joys of walking their perfectly well behaved dog. It's sometimes the best thing in the world! If you were to pick up into a light jog, your puppies ears would flap up and down- his fur blowing back as a nice breeze and cool weather egg you on for more of that same old walking.

But no, when you got a dog… well let’s just say you weren’t prepared to actually own a dog. You had just moved to New York, into a shitty cramped apartment, and you were lonely and depressed and what’s a good fix for all that? Getting a dog! A larger then a corgi sized dog. Weighing in at around 50 pounds was your new pride and joy! Your new terror and the reason why you now stay up later thinking “why the hell did I get a dog when I can’t afford my own food?” You made a choice and now your life was unraveling around you because of said choice.

But… you also felt guilty. It wasn’t erm… “Fido”’s choice to live with you. So you’d buy his food before your own just to make sure you can afford his, and you’d try and take him on walks every single day. Because, that small crappy apartment is doing nothing for “Buddy”…?

So yes, walking a dog is so relaxing and fun! If you can afford to take the time or buy training classes where they teach him how to… walk on a leash.

BARK BARK BARK!!

“The pigeons are gone, dude!” You huff and tug him away from the side of the sidewalk- across you was the park, where a lovely old women was feeding birds. Keyword: was. You dog… “bear”, was so unstimulated and just badly behaved… it often left you so very embarrassed and put out. So even after “Baxter” started his walk on again- satisfied with his bird scaring talents, he still tugged forward because you were apparently too slow by his standards. So, walking “Max” was great! Amazing even. What wasn’t great was… well you had hoped you’d be home by now, you had read the weather was getting cloudier but hey- a little water never hurt anyone?

Except everyone on the titanic.

The worst part? The damn dog was loving every bit of the rain, he even sat his ass down to chop on the rain above him!! Everyday you were a little more convinced he hated you… just when things couldn’t have been worse, a stupid DUMB cat appeared! It ran right in front of you and “buster” into an alley!

Listen, you had calmed down on the leash tugging since the damn dog sat down- you didn’t expect a cat! So yes, Mr “Duke” got away from you… THE FUCKING DOG GOT AWAY FROM YOU. You gave chase after a cat and a dog… no you’ll totally win this race!

And if you couldn’t have been miserable enough, you hit a fucking brick wall…

But… hey wait, you could have sworn you dog and that cat went this way…

Your nose was bleeding, you had checked it with your hand… and now you were blacking out. Thunder struck and that was the last thing you saw…

Then you died, much like the second robin did.

Actually, he died pretty heroically and was murdered by a super villain. You ran into a wall.

You also didn't die.

"What the actual fuck." You whined as you sat up and held you head. Great, now you had a headache on top of this rain... You were in an alleyway still. Sadly, that didn't change since you passed out. But for some reason it felt... colder? The whole neighbor streets turned dark and cold you realized once you stood up walked around. Everything just looked duller, less color, it felt like an invisible fog laid across the streets. The rain picked up harder, like some God or deity was trying to wash the city away. The building had turned to cool greys and blacks with pops of graffiti in the long narrow alleys. "What the actual fuck?" You spun around to look at more of... where you supposedly lived, trying to figure out what just happened.

In the distance, you can hear erm... your dog barking. Panic swelled in your chest like an ugly bruise. Darting towards the sound you calmed down slightly when you saw your dog sat nicely staring at a man. A man who was eating a hot dog in the pouring rain...

"No can't have my chili dog," scolded a black-haired stranger as you finally see your beloved dog. Both of them were standing under something, protecting the male from the rain while your poor pouch was already a wet dog. Just when the stranger was about to cave to your dog's whims and argumentative barks you shouted out.

"Dog," You yelled out and the pup's ears perked up. still, you pup was still for once in his life and not causing... too much trouble. His attention was now on you, but he still didn't move away from the man with food.

This action- or lack of action made you sigh. Glancing around, you couldn't help but notice the complete lack of people nearby.

"Dog, what does it not got a man?" The man asked absentmindedly, like he was more talking to himself then he was to you. Thankfully you had just closed the gap between the two of you when he said it, so you didn't miss his words.

Admittedly, you didn't give your dog a name... Nothing seemed to stick out or fit. "No- His name is uh... Dog..." You tried to defend yourself against the- on second glance- attractive male.

"You named your dog... Dog?" He raised an eyebrow, and you shrunk in a little more on yourself.

"Erm... Yes?" You doubled down...

"Okay," He accepted it with a little blink, and you'll miss it eyeroll. "Does Dog know any tricks?" He asked as he finished his hotdog and knelt down to pet... Dog.

You blushed a bit because... You hadn't taught Dog any tricks yet. You had gotten him a months ago, so he was still a somewhat fresh face... "He knows sit." He knows the basics of sit; his success rate with that trick was 30%, this stranger didn't need to know that though.

The stranger hummed like he didn't believe you. He shouldn't have but you still felt offended.

Wait, this guy looked a lot like... It was the black hair with a little white streak in it really, it reminded you so strongly of the second robin even to his leather jacket.

"Are you cosplaying," came out of your mouth before you could even think about the words properly. With a hand now smacked onto your mouth you looked away from the man with a hint of humiliation at his confused expression. "I mean- You'd make a really good Jason." You corrected only to see the male give a more... curious look.

"Todd, from DC," You added, hoping to clear away his curiosity. "Jason todd..." You added more when you realized this was probably getting nowhere, and you weren't in a place mentally to describe the whole robin situation- nor would he probably care enough...

"DC? Do you mean WE?" The male corrected with a hint of a smirk, like he knew something you didn't. "He's that guy's son, right? Before he died."

You couldn't help but frown. "Well yeah- I mean he came back... Are we talking about the same thing?" You sighed, looking at you pup now. You should really just take him home- cut the walk short. Just when you thought of that however, the stranger seemed to find that perfect spot behind Dog's ear and he leaned more into the Ex-Robin look-a-likes hand,

"He came back?" The male questioned; you just shook your head. You had gotten into a DC rant one to many times to get into one now, in the middle of pouring rain. While you sighed to yourself about that, you missed his suspicious looked and the way he began to eye you...

"What's WE?" You asked instead.

That was when he looked at you as if you didn't know anything. "You don't know Wayne Enterprises?"

BatFam! x Toddler! (GN!) Reader

Including: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson and Tim Drake

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Thinking of batfam with a toddler reader who they have to babysit every other day.

Dick Grayson -

- Like whenever reader needs anything they immediately go to Dick, not even realizing that they're hurting the rest in the process.

- Like Bruce could be right Infront of them but they immediately waddle all the way over to Dick.

- He'll sit down and watch anything you want to watch or take you anywhere (but the batcave)in the manor.

- He'll never take you on patrol, your to young! Matter of fact he won't take you outside of the manor period. Your whole world is inside the manor.

Dick would never take you out of the manor but whenever Jason is home it's a whole different story.

Jason Todd -

As soon as gets back to the manor he's immediately heading to your room and taking you out to explore the world... without permission of course.

- Like Tim comes to your room to hang out after a long day of school work only to find that your not in your room nor in the house in general. Instead your somewhere in the most dangerous city in the world with a crime lord.

-But fret not, Jason's just taking you to the most secluded book store in Gotham to introduce you to the world of books.

- Either that or he's got you strapped to his back like a backpack fighting random thugs in the most dangerous alleyways in the Gotham.

Sibling bonding time is what he likes to call it!

Don't worry, at some point he'll return you home and by return I mean he'll ring the door bell, drop you off on the door step and run away as fast as he can so he doesn't get lectured by Alfred.

Tim Drake

With Tim there have been a lot of instances where you end up injured or somewhere your not supposed to be.

- Like that one time he had to babysit you but he also had school so he place you inside of his backpack along with a couple of your favorite snacks and told you to not come out unless he tells you to.

-Then in the middle of class everyone just sees a toddler's head peeking out of his bag.

- And everyone is so shocked that when you get out of the bag and waddle out the room they don't say anything. Tim doesn't even notice cause he's already face first into his notebook trying to catch some z's.

- Then a couple minutes later he's called to the principal's office to find out that you somehow got into the swimming room, slipped on the wet tiles, hit your knee on the edge of the swimming pool and somehow fell in.

-After that you were never allowed to go outside of the manor.

Batfam x Doppleganger! Reader (Part 1)

Synopsis: You secretly live with them but one terrible fever made you blow your cover

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Living with them was easy.

You'd been there long enough to have studied their mannerisms and speech patterns. Like the way they talked, how they would fidget or how they'd react in certain circumstances.

Like Bruce.

He was one if the easiest to impersonate. He barely spoke, always held a stoic expression and never really was seen around the manor.

Most of the time you'd use his likeness to go wherever you wanted and no one questioned you since... who would question Bruce Wayne?

Dick however was a little tough to do.

What you've gathered from your little study is that Richard was always trying to mold himself into what he thought the person needed to see him as and frankly speaking it was tiring.

Often times using his likeness meant you'd have to put up with his siblings crap to an almost extreme extent and you really couldn't hold out any longer when situations like that happened.

He was also a form that you couldn't use very often since most of the time he'd be in Blüdhaven.

Tim was your go to in any situation since he was either out on CEO business or cooped up in his room.

You'd related to his character alot since being in a house full of vigilantes always meant that you'd have to be alert in most situations if you didn't want to be caught. Which meant that you'd developed a serious case of insomnia.

Whenever they found you as Tim they'd leave you be because most of the time you'd be passed out on a couch or laying in one of the many comfortable beds around the manor.

They knew Tim needed his sleep so they never stuck around long enough to question why he wasn't in his room.

Damian was one form you'd refused to take on.

Most of the time he needed to be at school. Which meant that you could never walk around the house without being questioned as to why you weren't currently at home.

Like that one time Alfred caught you stealing food in the kitchen on a weekday and nearly sent you to school along with the real Damian.

On other occasions you'd never be able to fully keep up his persona and sometimes let a couple things slip.

Like that one time you'd done something uncharacteristically out of place. Like actually laughing at Dick's jokes, something Damian would never do.

Unlike the rest of his siblings Jason was completely out of the question. He was never in the manor and whenever he was he would always be scrutinized for causing trouble do walking around as him would be very inconvenient.

Now you'd never thought the day would come when you'd actually be caught.

You were so alert and vigilant, always making sure to not overstep or do anything that would rise suspicion but sadly that just wasn't enough.

It was a particularly harsh time of year for you, hay fever had kicked in.

Your throat was itchy, you were sneezing left and right and you were all alone the cold damp attic of the manor.

Usually around this time of year you needed to stay low-key, always hiding in the attic and making sure no one saw you.

Being sick would always mess with your ability.

Anytime you tried impersonating anyone it would always turn out weird or in some situations grotesque.

Multiple fingers would sprout onto each hand, random eyeballs would generate in peculiar parts of your body and sometimes you'd generate the wrong amount of hair all over your body. Ending up looking like a character straight out of a big foot.

Sometimes different body parts wouldn't finish generating or would be missing entirely.

Like the stump of your arm would be missing but you'd still have a hand connected to your shoulder.

Maybe you'd generate something more tame like the wrong eye color or your own physical features would show through. (Like freckles, stretch marks or beauty marks)

All in all it was horrible.

So when you realized that your stash of food for the month had run out so quickly you dreaded having to take up on one if their forms.

But alas you had to.

This time you'd taken on the form of Tim Drake, maybe they'd leave you alone if they thought you were their sleep deprived brother.

Sadly the transformation didn't turn out right.

Your eyes were the wrong shade if blue, your nose sitting a bit lower down in your fad and you'd generated several more fingers than necessary.

Even though you'd generated Tim's face your own features somehow shined through leaving a weird mixture of your features and his clashing together.

Seeing yourself like that nearly made you bring up whatever junk food you'd eaten earlier but you'd have to pull through.

Quickly you hopped down from the misplaced wooden board in their ceiling and made your way through the manor. Maybe you'd be lucky to find no one home.

Making your way down to the kitchen was fairly easy which was odd since it was a weekend which meant almost everyone would be home but you disregarded that and instead focused on grabbing things from the pantry.

You'd been so engrossed in your actions that you didn't notice the figure creeping up behind you.

They just stared at you as you continued taking stuff from the pantry.They seem paralyzed at what they were seeing.

When you finally turned around to exit the kitchen you'd frozen immediately.

You didn't know what to say.

The figure in front of you who you'd come to realize was Tim Drake himself had caught you.

....

You'd tried to stay silent and not move, wondering if you stood completely still would you just disappear in his eyes but sadly the sneeze that was bubbling in your chest said otherwise.

The sneeze causing you to shift painfully between the many forms you'd taken on before finally switching back to your normal self.

Well you just significantly screwed yourself.

Before the situation could get any worse you made the first move, choosing to slide past his frozen figure and bolt back to the attic.

Knowing Tim you wouldn't have enough time to get out of here before he'd alerted everyone of your presence in the manor.

Meanwhile in the bat cave

"Guys, I just ran into myself...grabbing food from the kitchen" Tim slowly descended the stairs with a confused expression settling on his tired face.

"You sure you didn't just start hallucinating?" Damian asked.

"No he's right, look at this" Bruce motioned towards the monitor. It seems that he'd been surfing the security camera footage while you'd chosen to look for food.

A video of you hastily walking through the hallways earlier played on the screen.

The fine details of your figure could be seen in the monitor, like the multiple fingers hanging off your palm and the severely different face that resembled Tim to an extent.

Then the monitor switched to another video of you standing in the kitchen, your body was swaying dangerously from side to side as you tried to reach their pantry. It seems you were more sick than you yourself were aware of.

A couple seconds later Tim came into the kitchen followed by you turning around and switching between different members of the family before settling on to what seems to be your real form.

"That's unnerving" Damian commented.

"I know right they had like nine fingers" Tin shuddered at the sight of your hands before noticing Dick quickly leaving the room.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"To meet our new roommate"

"Shouldn't we get to know them first before you allow then to live here permanently" Tim asked only to be ignored by Dick's quick moving form.

"Shouldn't you be stopping him" Tim turned back to Bruce.

"With father's history I doubt he'd mind adding them to the family" Damian stated.

So I guess welcome to the family?

Batfam x Doppleganger! Reader (Part 2)

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You'd think that as soon as they found out about your existence in their house they'd kick you out but no. Instead they'd practically treated you like a brand new sibling.

You'd been given new clothes, a new room and brand new family members all in one day. To you, these people were just random strangers you'd stolen the appearances of but to them you were a rather interesting case.

A doppleganger with no where to go, not something you'd come across on the daily but not completely surprising for Gotham.

Dick was the first one to officially meet you since he was the first one to run off and find you. He immediately welcomes you to the family which is strange since you were technically what some people would call a "stalker" but he just seems to gloss over that.

Tim was the second one to meet you, he seemed very interested in your powers, asking numerous questions on how they worked to which he received zero answers.

Again you thought he would've thrown you out since the first time you guys met you were shifted into a disturbing version of him but what you've come to learn is this family is mostly accepting of the weird and abnormal.

Damian was rather calm about the whole situation which wasn't much of a shock. He didn't seem to mind your presence in the house that much seeing as how he'd always somehow find himself in a room with you.

After awhile you'd notice him following you around a lot more or quietly standing next to you while doing anything.

He's a bit creepy at times but what are you expecting from a tiny assassin?

You've still yet to meet he who must not be named (Jason) which is surprising since even though Dick doesn't live here he's still at the manor every other day. No one really speaks about him that much but when they do everyone goes silent.

Last but not least was the head of the family himself Bruce Wayne. As you've learned before he was the quiet and stoic one.

You'd barely met him in his own house which was rather strange but the one time you'd chosen to walk around the manor with his appearance he'd finally showed himself.

Walking out of the shadows with a serious expression.

"(Reader) right?" He asked but you knew he knew the answer. He then beckoned you to follow after him.

Slowly leading you towards a lonely grandfather clock stood in the middle of the hallway.

"I've been researching your ability and there are some things I think you'd like to see" he said. Next thing you know you were in the bat cave looking at articles and documents on your ability.

This had become a regular thing, it was the only was Bruce could think of getting along with you and it worked. Helping you ease that little fear you had of him off your chest and making you see him in a new light.

✷Babysitting Reverse Robins: Driving to the Supermarket ‿⁠✷

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A couple hours prior Damian had asked you to watch his family while he stayed out late on a case and because you owed him so many favors you said yes. Which led you to what you were doing.

"Dick are you sure you can drive?" you asked the small child.

He seemed pretty excited to finally be able to show off his driving skills even though you were pretty sure he shouldn't even have been able to touch a steering wheel at his age.

The only reason you were allowing this small child to drive you to the supermarket was because you currently had to deal with their baby brother Bruce who for the life of you would not let you go.

You'd tried putting him down so many times but he'd jump cling on to you further and scream his head off and you can't drive like that can you?

Also for some reason Damian allowed him to have a car.

Who gives a child a car?!

"Of course I can drive, I can't say the same for him though" he grinned before turning over to his older brother Jason.

Even though he was also still a child he'd somehow been allowed to ride a motorcycle through the streets.

"Guys I'm not to sure about this, can't we get Tim to drive?" you asked.

He was the much older sibling and you were sure he had much more experience than these two.

"He can't drive"

Scratch that, nevermind

"Why is he older and he can't drive?" You asked as you helped Dick in to the car.

He wasn't even tall enough to get in, let alone reach the steering wheel without having to sit on a little cushion.

Ridiculous

"Cause he sucks and we're better" Jason answered.

Bit harsh but okay.

"You'd better drive quick before the police realize that there's a kid in the drivers seat" you told him before quickly getting in the car.

You hadn't even had time to talk to Jason before he was off, speeding down the streets as if the supermarket wasn't ten minutes away.

Matter of fact you could've just walked there but sadly Gotham was to dangerous for that. So let's hope Dick can actually drive or else your totally screwed.

"Um, so I probably should've told you this before but.." He turns to you with that cute little deceiving smile he always give you before something goes wrong.

In the corner of your eye you can see him slowly pressing his foot into the gas peddle.

"I lied, I can't drive"

....

"WHAT, STOP THE CAR"

He just giggles before hard pressing the gas peddle. All you can do is clutch Baby B tightly in your arms and hope you get to the supermarket in one piece.

(Wanted to get this out of my head, don't take this to seriously plz)

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Platonic Yandere! Batfam x Rescued! Reader : Isolation

How many times had they told you, how many times had you heard the same phrase over and over again. Everytime you asked it was always the same reply and at this point it was starting to get to you.

Your life had been changed by these very same people but only one thing stayed the same.

The isolation

A couple months ago you'd cry and beg for a life like this but now that you were experiencing it, it was frankly speaking a bit tiresome.

Back then you'd been trapped in a lab, being experimented on till you collapsed from the pain and exhaustion but now it was different.

Ever since they'd saved you from that madness you never had to go through anything like that ever again. This time it was different...

You were allowed to eat when you wanted to, bathe when you wanted, you were allowed movies and any other kind of entertainment from your newfound family.

But there was always one thing they'd never allow you to do.

Go outside, Go into society.

They'd always came up with excuses and reasons as to why you weren't supposed to go anywhere near the outside world but you still never truly understood why you weren't allowed out there.

Everytime you bright up the idea they'd either blatantly ignore it or conversation there. Like the other day when you'd overheard the others talking about some sort of school that your new younger brother attended everyday.

But when you finally asked them about it they'd all went dead silent and instead you were rushed out of the room quicky and sent to your bedroom. Where you spent the rest of the evening with your lovely brother Dick.

He'd gotten you to forget all about what you'd said earlier and instead got you wondering about what movie you were going to watch later.

It was honestly so scary how they'd manage to get you to change your mind and forget about something in a matter of seconds. But that was until he left the room.

The thought came back to you while you were picking out the movie and it made you pause and think about the the many thoughts they'd somehow made you forgotten.

The marks on your body were still extremely visible and even looking at yourself in the mirror was a hard task to accomplish but this time you let the memories flow back in.

The suck experiments, the pills they'd made you take almost every single day, the way they stripped you of your humanity and turned you into a mindless test subject for whatever experiment they wished to carry out.

Then your thoughts drifted back to the night you'd been captured, the night you'd been freed and showed a new life. The night your saviors promised you a new life where you never needed to wort about any harm coming to you graciously clinged onto them and the little hope they gave you.

But something felt wrong.

You never felt truly free.

Instead you felt as if you were still caged and under their control.

Even if your life had been changed for the better they were still withholding s lot of things from you. So you made up your mind.

You'd start uncovering any and every secret they kept from you, whether it was for you own good or they just chose not to tell you.

And you started with the lonely grandfather clock stood in the middle of the hallway.

Anytime you questioned it they'd always change the subject and immediately try to steer you away from it. The one time you'd been close to figuring out what they kept in there you'd been stopped by you little brother Damian.

He'd always kept an irritated expression in his face when speaking to you but his actions always showed you that he was only putting it on for show.

So when he caught you trying to decipher the clock he'd quickly grabbed your arm with unbelievable strength and quickly pulled you away from the wall.

"Why do you want to know what goes on down there so badly" he immediately asked but then gave you no chance to answer the question.

"If you want to know so badly it's just the batcave, nothing special since you already know we're vigilantes"

Of course you'd already known they're secret since they were the ones who saved you but if they knew that then why were you still not allowed down there.

And that was the question you were going to answer tonight. So you waited till you knew atleast everyone was either out or in bed and snuck down the hallways until you came across the lonely grandfather clock.

Finally seeing the clock up close nearly made you second guess yourself. Why would you second guess your saviors when they were the ones who got you out of that mess.

It just felt so wrong but you always had a feeling that there was something they'd been keeping secret.

You could see it in the way they acted around you, always treating you as if you were a delicate toy that they just absolutely needed to keep away from the outside world so at least now you'd be one step closer to finding out why.

So you quickly set the clock to 10:48 and went inside before anyone could we you. Then you approached the large computer set in the middle of the cave ready to turn it on but it was already on.

Lighting up the entire cave with video feed from the hidden surveillance camera's around the manor, but instead of showing you the many rooms around the manor it showed you something rather bone chilling.

It showed you video feed of your bedroom.

Video feed of the room you thought was your private safe haven. A place to relax when the manor was just to much for you but instead it was being broadcasted onto the large computer kept only in the dark cave.

You honestly didn't know what to think.

It wasn't the first time in your life that you'd been watched as if you were nothing but entertainment but this time it was being done by the people you trusted.

If it weren't for the voice you heard coming from next to you you were pretty sure you would have fainted on the spot.

"Your not supposed to be down here (reader)" Damian stated, clearly ignoring the shock on your face.

"What is this" you immediately asked.

"I told the others that something like this would've happened but no one listens to me in this household" he started taking quick steps towards you but your body couldn't bring itself to react.

You'd already felt so relaxed and safe around these people that your body didn't even think of them as a threat.

But your mind was racing with thoughts like why would they do this or what would possess them to do something like this.

"Well talk about this tomorrow morning" he takes your hand and leads you back up those grand stairs you'd came down just a moment ago.

In that moment you allowed him to escort you back to your bedroom, you allowed him to grab you s glass of water and you drank it with no hesitation.

Welcoming the tired and dizzy feeling that came after drinking the small glass of water. Allowing yourself to quickly pass out under the watch of your supposed savior turned new captor.

Overprotective Batfam making sure you get home safely in their patrol route! (Part 2)

Includes: Jason Todd and Tim Drake

Part 1

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Jason Todd

Unlike the others Jason wouldn't walk alongside you or keep to the shadows, instead when he first saw you on his route he slowed down his motorcycle and offered you a quick ride home.

But what you thought would be a quick ride home was instead turned into a wild night you'd never forget.

You could feel the wind hit your face like a bag bricks as Jason continuously revved the engine.

The goons you'd been chasing had mistakenly crossed your path on your ride home, coming out of nowhere with a bag of money strapped to the back of the vehicle and a goon stood to the left of it. Probably protecting what you assumed to be stolen money.

"Um Mr.Redhoid you can put me off here" you'd taoped his shoulder to let him know but he simply ignored your statement and handed you a bloody crowbar.

"Since your here you might as well help me" he said and as soon as you heard those words you felt your soul attempt to leave your body.

Not out of fear of course, was this vigilante really allowing you to attack someone without receiving any repercussions?

You were starting to like this.

"Get the tires" he instructed to which you gladly got in position for.

When you noticed the distance between you and the vehicle closing in you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist and lowered yourself towards the the concrete of the road.

Anchoring yourself to his waist before swinging the crowbar above your head and striking the back tire of the vehicle, causing the vehicle to violently swerve off the road and crash into a nearby street light.

You could hear yourself let out a loud scream before an arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back onto the seat of the motorcycle.

"Was that a scream of joy or fear?" He quickly came to a stop before turning to face you.

When his eyes landed in your face it was safe to say that he was quite amused. Your pupils were blown wide while your hair was shifted wildly all over you face.

You'd seemed to be in some sort of daze which lasted for the rest of the night. Not even noticing when he dropped you off to your house and left you dazed on your doorstep.

Tim Drake

Honestly he didn't mean to follow you around like that. For some reason he'd found himself getting into the habit of walking you home every evening.

Even when there was something else he was supposed to be doing he still found a way to walk you home every evening and after a while it seems like you found out about his sleep deprivation.

You weren't blind, you could see how the large eyecbags that peeked out from underneath the vigilantes mask. You noticed how he slurred his words when talking or how he'd trip over his own feet when walking beside you.

He was very good at hiding it but after while you started noticing how tired he truly was and even though you wanted to help out in some way you just knew there wasn't anything you could really do.

You tried thinking of ways to help but they'd always lead you back to square one.

You of course picked up on the strong hint of caffeine that always stuck to him like white on rice but you weren't gonna gift him coffee. That would just feed into his problem do instead you came up with a better idea.

You'd start taking short breaks on your way home.

You'd take a seat on any bench you'd see in your way home, the vigilante following closely behind you and seating himself next to you.

Then you'd try and coax him into using your shoulder as a little pillow to try to get some sleep and without much resistance he'd give in and rest his head onto your shoulder.

And even though Tim never actually fell asleep during your little breaks he'd still sit still and allow himself to relax.

At least during those few seconds of peace he could finally relax for the first time in a while.

Toddler reader starting to notice Jason's absence around the house.

❥They'd start wandering around, searching for any clue of where Jason could be at that moment. Searching his room, the library, the cave, the pantry where Alfred hid all his cookies, everywhere!

Yet they still couldn't find him.

Other times they'd wonder off to the library with an extra lollipop scrunched into their small fists, trying to see if Jason would come out of hiding to come play with them instead or maybe teach them how to read while he's at it but no.

Jason never came out of hiding.

Not even for a lollipop.

As the days went by you could see the hope slowly disappear within them, they'd search for him less and less, instead opting for waiting around in his room for the day he'd inevitably come back home.

They'd even turned his room into their own room, never leaving unless Alfred dragged them out for a quick bath and some food before they went straight back to his room like clockwork.

No one ever told them what really happened to Jason so they'd just have to bare seeing them continuously look for him without ever knowing the true reason for his absence

The last time you searched for Jason, instead of walking around the manor calling out for him they'd decided to wait for him at the front door, the small flame of hope slowly burning out in the back of their eyes as they quietly waited for Jason to return home.

And he never did.

This only stopped when Dick finally came over after weeks of mourning to finally break the news to them, taking them up to Jason's room so they could loudly cry into one of his pillows while tightly holding onto Dick for support.

What made the moment even sadder was the fact that they never taught you how to understand words but you somehow still understood the gravity of that situation.

And Dick knowing he'd have to be the one to break the news to you always left a bad taste in his mouth.

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Learning to Love Slowly Chapters

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Summary; Just you and Jason learning to love each other, and the small moments in-between.

Chapters

1- Pride and Prejudice and Hair 2-Seven-Eleven Karens and Pinky Promises at 3 AM 3-Google and Hand Holding 4-Cookies and The Butler and The Girlfriend 5- Push-ups and Hoodies 6- Slushies and Happiness and Pizza 7-Book Recommendations and Jane Austen 8-Gotham Mornings and Daydreaming 9-Text Messages and Older Brothers 10-Cookies and Folded Clothes 11- Seven Days and Movies 12-Fate and Ass Grabbing 13-Time and Love and Flowers 14-Mistakes and the Illustrious Mister Pennyworth 15-Death and Scars 16-Kisses and Long Showers 17-Robberies and Grandmas 18-Honeybee Girl and Nightwing 19-Just the Two of Us and a Kiss 20-Thunder Storms and Cold Hands 21-Baths and Bruises 22-Birthdays and Selfishness 23-Dad and Long Lost Smiles 24- Dresses and The Strongest Man in Gotham 25- Jason's Girlfriend and The Dark Knight 26-Touching and Hair 27-Sherlock Holmes and Reading Habits 28-Wet Dreams and The Real Jason Todd 29-Pickles and Thick Thighs 30-Roy Harper and Windows 31-Jaybeans and Big Macs

The Cosmic Horror of Gotham City

CHAPTER NINETEEN / MASTERLIST / Subscribe on AO3

Pairing: Jason Todd/Non-binary!Reader

Summary: Things are changing between you and it's unignorable.

Word Count: 6,849.

Jason's utter lack of mockery put you ill at ease. You glanced at him. Catching sight of his glassy eyes and shaking limbs, you quickly leaned over with a worried, “Hey.”

“Please don’t,” he rasped as he tilted back against the headrest. His tone made you stop. You dropped your hand, unsure how to proceed.

You stared at him, eyes wide and powerless.

Jason sniffled. You glanced his way again as he wiped at a stray tear. Gravity tugged at the corners of your mouth. “I can’t watch you cry and ignore it,” you admitted.

“I need you to. Please,” he begged.

“No.”

Jason choked out a laugh, congested and caught on the sharp edges of melancholy. His bloodshot eyes found yours. “I said ‘please.’”

You sloped forward, eyes steady on him. “And I told you. No.”

He made an argumentative noise. “You won’t let a man cry in peace? That’s cruel, even for you.”

You tried not to smile. “I’ll let you cry, for a price.”

His brow raised in muted defeat. “What’s that?”

You let your hand fall onto the centre console, palm facing upwards. Your fingers lay limp and parted in anticipation. Jason looked down at your hand. The muscles in his throat worked hard as he deliberated his next move.

“If I hold your hand while I’m bawling my eyes out, we’re definitely going to crash,” he said pointedly, gaze flashing upwards. “And then Roy will finish the job.”

With a flippant smile stretched across your face, you said, “Okay.”

“‘Okay?’” repeated a bewildered Jason. You shrugged and twisted towards the window, leaving your hand where it was. “Damn you,” he muttered.

But it wasn’t long after that his fingers laced with yours. He stared at you, hoping you’d turn back to see the mess you’d made of a vulnerable man.

For once, Gotham’s dismal grey skies shied away, allowing a modicum of sunlight to burst through the clouds. The warmth was all enveloping as it alleviated your worries. The radiant beams were pleasant upon your skin, gifting you with livened spirits.

You stood outside of your apartment, completing a blissful twirl as you soaked up a couple more rays. Jason watched, an amused twist to his mouth as he leaned against Roy’s truck.

Roy had kindly offered it for your use—as long as it was returned in the same or better condition. You’d rolled your eyes at that, knowing full well the only time the vehicle was ever cleaned was when it rained. “Nature’s shower,” he’d exclaimed.

“Can you drive?” came Jason’s curious question as you met him at the truck’s door. Warily eying him, you nodded. There was a shrill clack as the keys were hung in front of your nose.

“What?” you gaped, pushing his hand from your face.

“You can drive us,” he said, expectant brows raised.

You shook your head. “I haven’t—in a long time.”

He shrugged and tossed you the keys anyway. Before you could argue, he’d rounded the car and climbed in. The passenger door slammed shut. You sighed with renewed agitation. Of course he wanted to ruin your sunny mood.

Your fingers twitched as you slid into the driver’s seat. None of your prior training felt like enough preparation. Jason’s scrutiny only increased your nervousness.

“I don’t know the way,” you said, voice weak.

“I’ll direct you.”

An exasperated sigh broke loose from your throat. You slowly inched towards the ignition as you searched for a last-minute escape route. “I’m going to kill us,” you warned, glancing at him with pleading eyes.

His gaze dropped to where you gripped the steering wheel tight. “At least it’ll be on my own terms,” he shrugged, shifting so he was more comfortable. You squinted at him for the blithe comment.

Facing the road again, you inhaled and exhaled deeply. Unfortunately, you couldn’t say the exercise helped to settle your stomach. And then, to your surprise, one of his hands covered your trembling one in an attempt at comfort. You stared at it, noting that his fingers didn’t seem as swollen as they had previously been.

You looked up. Jason shot you a small smile, eyes soft with encouragement. But his hand drifted back to his own lap all too soon.

Okay, you could do this. It was only fifteen minutes or something like that, right? You didn’t want to make yourself out to be any more of a coward. Jason already had enough reasons to harass you till your wit’s end.

You listened to the low sputter of the engine as you pulled away from the kerb, sweating profusely the entire time. You managed to get onto the road without issue, although you were well under the speed limit. Jason didn’t complain. He did, however, plop his lower limbs onto the dashboard.

“Do you know what happens when we crash and your legs are up there?” you asked, eyes flashing to him briefly.

“Yep.”

“They snap like matchsticks.”

“So don’t crash,” he drawled, head tipping over his shoulder with a lazy smirk. You forced yourself not to stare. Or you really would crash.

You eventually picked up enough speed to match the other cars by the time you reached the bridge.

“You’re doing real good, sweetheart,” Jason commented, his Gotham accent heavier than usual. You swallowed thickly, not liking how your heart reacted to the praise. “I’m not even scared for my life anymore.”

“Hey!” you cried, swatting at his arm while trying not to wobble across lane lines. He gave a husky chuckle, meeting your attacks with a whack of his own. You caught his hand and pressed it against the wheel with a triumphant noise.

The turn of events intrigued him, and as such, his eyes slanted towards you. This sense of playful domesticity and comfort was entirely foreign to him. He wondered if it was the same for you.

Thumps pounded within his ribcage as his heartbeat picked up, but he didn’t dare breathe a word. He wanted a moment where he was allowed to enjoy such a tenderness—one which was unusually shared with him.

As his gaze dropped coyly, Jason decided to test the waters. He pried his fingers apart, and automatically yours wedged into the empty slots between his. His thumb began a slow graze over your skin.

Fuck, you were practically holding hands. And he kind of liked it.

He nervously glanced up and spotted the muscles working in your throat, although your eyes didn’t waver from the road. He supposed you housed a similar fretful twinge.

He leaned against the chair’s headrest as he continued to watch through careful eyes. He didn’t know how long he could leave his hand there before it truly became a thing—before it meant something he couldn’t take back. Something he might have to acknowledge properly.

“We’re almost there, right?” you murmured after a heavy silence. You spared him a look, taking in his pretty green eyes. He was doing that thing again where he tried to find an answer on your face. You didn’t have one for him though. This was new and scary but also—

“Yeah,” Jason mumbled, tugging his hand from yours. Weirdly, there was resistance from your end.

That had been a hint though, hadn’t it? Get the hell off me before someone else sees?

You didn’t seem annoyed per se, but a frown slipped onto your face at the change. He’d put it there for a reason that ungracefully slipped past his comprehension.

The Manor was as grand as ever, you noted, as you padded across the soft green grounds. Perhaps even more so in the daylight. The air was filled with the scent of freshly pruned shrubs and grass. You were grateful the sun still peeked from behind the garden statues, lighting a speckled path for you.

You looked over your shoulder as Jason lagged behind. It was like the Wayne land burned him, if his grimaced expression held any meaning. You took a few steps backwards to match pace with him. He paused when you did but he refused to meet your eyes.

“You can wait... if you want,” you told him in a low tone as you scratched at your arm.

He tensed and untensed his fingers and repeated the actions a few more times. Truly, he’d already been considering it. He couldn’t hide from the urge to scream and scream and never stop screaming that had lodged between his reanimated organs.

“Uh...” Jason breathed aloud, trying to force down the puke and metaphorical rot and worms. He’d been buried in this very dirt and clawed his way out of it with only a fraction of his mind left. He swallowed, feeling sicker as the thoughts spun and rewound again, like an old Hollywood reel.

You nodded, taking his muteness as an answer. You turned on your heel to leave him amongst the discarded clippings.

“Wait,” he panicked, stepping after you. He reached out, not really meaning to grab you, but so the distance wouldn’t get any bigger. He stopped short. He swallowed bile at the invisible barrier between you.

You held out the car keys. “Just wait in the car, Jason.”

Despair tugged at his mouth and pinched the space between his brows. “I... I can do this,” he said lamely.

“You don’t have to.”

Your lack of belief made his nostrils flare. “I can,” he snapped, breaking from the spot he’d been rooted to. He knocked past you as he stalked towards the magnificent, looming door.

You called for him. He stopped rigid, only a couple of steps from his goal. Jason looked up at the hidden camera. It was a surprise that Alfred hadn’t greeted you already, since he would have been alerted to your presence the second you breached the gates. Jason choked on more bile.

He flinched when your fingers wound around his wrist, cold but not uncaring. He looked between you and your hand neurotically.

“Last chance,” you warned him, softer this time.

He scowled at you. “I told you—”

“Okay,” you interrupted him. Your hand dropped till your fingers intertwined.

He was less pliant this time, and subsequently, his mouth opened and closed, voice lost to confusion. He looked at the ground, beyond where his skin tingled oddly against yours. He thought you hadn’t liked his touch earlier, but now—?

Jason shook the whirlwind of thoughts off and led you to the door without another word. He tugged you behind him, not needing to add embarrassment onto the pile of emotions he was going through.

Albeit unnecessary, he knocked. Seconds later, the door opened inwards to reveal Alfred proudly standing beside it.

“Ah, Master Todd,” he greeted, first looking him over. Then, his scrupulous eyes turned to you. Jason pulled you closer to hide you from view.

Alfred pasted a polite smile onto his face. “This must be...”

“Yeah, yeah, old man. Get out of the way,” Jason said, forcing his way inside, and you along with him.

“Hey,” you muttered in warning. You shot the butler an apologetic look.

“He already knows I’m a miscreant,” Jason scoffed, not rethinking his actions.

“While correct,” Alfred agreed, following them, “a proper introduction would not go awry, Jason.”

Jason said your name, “Meet Alfred. Resident pain in the ass.” He threw a look over his shoulder as he stomped down the hallway. “Happy?”

You remembered taking a similar path when you’d been here for Donna’s birthday, but it didn’t stop you from looking over the place in wonder again.

“Endlessly,” came Alfred’s monotonous reply.

A wry smile appeared at the man’s dry wit. “I see where he gets it,” you said to no one in particular, although it earned you a double brow raise. You squeezed Jason’s hand, indicating the comment was in jest.

He sighed loudly. “Is Raven in the training wing or not?”

“The old one... burned down,” Alfred reminded him, and the last part tasted strangely bitter on his tongue. “Perhaps you’ll allow me to escort you to the new wing, if you so please.”

That made Jason slow and inevitably pause. You felt the tendons in his arm stiffen, but nonetheless, he nodded.

The three of you walked in silence, diverting from Jason’s original path. He kept his feet ahead of yours.

He knew they’d arrived when he saw wide, frosted glass doors, and beyond it, gym equipment. You both stopped just short of them. “Thanks, Alfred,” Jason said quietly, unsure how else to part in the most ceremonious way possible.

Alfred nodded once, however he didn’t let the conversation end there. “Will you be staying for tea?” he queried.

You looked at Jason the same time he looked to you. You saw the slight twitch in his jaw that meant no. You wanted to say yes—if only to annoy him—but you didn’t want to actually stick around. That seemed like giving Dick too much leeway in recruiting you. Your plan was to see Raven and get out in one piece.

You let out a modest sigh and faced Alfred. “I’m sorry, we have plans already.” Jason relaxed as soon as you gave the excuse.

“Very well. Another time then,” Alfred nodded to himself. There was a beat before he continued. “I assume you’re the roommate?” he asked airily, although the question had obviously come from a place of curious concern.

Jason immediately ripped his hand from yours and crossed his arms at the forthcoming indignation. Alfred was going to verbally crucify him for fun. As if being there wasn’t already hard enough.

“Not anymore. I moved in with Roy.” You glanced at Jason, then Alfred. The corners of your mouth curved. “But he seems to have followed me anyway.”

Alfred’s head tilted and his sharp-eyed stare focused on Jason. “In that case, I do hope he’s pulling his weight?”

Jason made a low noise of protest in the back of his throat.

“Of course,” you agreed, but you couldn’t deny the lick of mischief you felt any longer. “Are you the grandfather that taught him to cook?”

“‘Grandfather?’ Why, I’m merely an old, useless butler,” Alfred mused, playing along. The smugness utterly radiated off him at the shock of an unintentional compliment.

It would seem Jason had to scratch out not being humiliated from his list of things to do that day.

The blood drained from Jason’s face, re-emerging as a tidal wave of insufferable heat, flooding his entire body. He turned around, fingers compulsively finding their way into the curls at his nape. He wanted to yank the hair from its roots; a blinding pain that would hopefully send him to another planet where this wasn’t happening.

“Well, you trained him to be a perfectly good house husband,” you tittered. Alfred’s smile widened, enough to be noticeable.

However, that was the final straw for Jason—if he had to listen to one more word, he was going to go out to his grave and unearth the site so he could return to it.

His fist balled into the back of your shirt, forcing you out of the conversation with an unexpected jerk. “Enough!” Jason lashed out. “Both of you cut it the fuck out, or we’re leaving.”

Alfred sighed wearily, eyes raking over the pair. They stayed on Jason. “Very well.”

Your face fell. As you pivoted, you tried to pry his fingers from your clothes. He met you with anger—or was it hurt?—in his eyes. You wanted to ask why, but he moved towards the door. Alfred immediately tailed.

He reached for the entry panel but Jason stopped him, fists tight by his side. “I can do it.”

“Unfortunately not, I'm afraid.”

It definitely unscabbed a wound to hear it. Upset flickered across his face. “Why? You scrubbed me from the system?”

“No, Jason,” Alfred replied, sounding just as sad. His voice lowered again when he said, conspiratorially, “Your eyes.”

Even though you didn’t understand, Jason did. He froze, hackles practically raised. He took a stiff step back, almost bumping into you as he waited for Alfred to let you both in.

They parted with only an idiosyncratic glance; an acknowledgement of the world of secrets only they were privy to.

You didn’t speak until the doors closed behind you and Alfred walked away. Then, you looked to Jason. You opened your mouth but he cut in first.

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not,” you argued.

He rubbed at his eyebrow. Finally, scornfully, he repeated, “A ‘house husband,’ really?”

“What?” You attempted to muster your bravado. You were quick to offer, “You take care of me. And Roy.”

Jason looked at you strangely as he silently contemplated the admission. He shook his head. “Just—don’t say things like that to him, yeah? He doesn’t need new ammo.”

You barely gave a nod before your eyes averted. You scanned the gym, taking in the large room. One side was coveted in a wall of thorny rose bushes. A garden lay hidden behind them. You wouldn’t mind taking a walk through them, you thought absently.

All at once, Jason’s wired presence ensnared you once again. You swallowed, dodging his probing gaze. Despite the fact that you kept Raven waiting, you didn’t think you could pretend that his outburst hadn’t bothered you. “I don’t like when you yell,” you said, eyes stuck to a foam mat.

His own flicked to your face, roaming over the slopes gingerly. “I’m sorry,” he exhaled. “I’ll remember that.” When you didn’t reply after a few seconds, Jason touched your elbow. You’d been busy mulling his sincerity. “We good?” Jason asked, voice frail, when you finally acknowledged him with a look.

You cleared your throat. Hoarsely, you insisted, “I mean it.”

The chill of his fingers fell away. “I know,” he said, and it was still spoken at a hushed volume. Frustrated, he ground his knuckles into his cheek until redness bloomed. “It’s hard for me... to be here.”

You wrest the hand that assaulted his face, dragging it to its natural hanging position. His gaze darted across the room helplessly.

“You’re trying?” you asked. There was a pin board in your subconscious where you stuck these new details about the enigma of a man in front of you.

It took some time, but he inevitably met your gaze again. Jason’s chin dipped in a nod. You parroted the movement, expelling your worries with a breath.

As you recalled Alfred’s comment, you peered closer. His eyes narrowed in return.

“What’s wrong with your eyes?” you asked suspiciously as you mirrored his expression. To you, they were awfully intoxicating, but not damaged in any way.

He snorted his dismissal. “Guess I grew out of them.”

Great, you thought. Another non-answer.

The neat path led Jason into a part of the garden that was haunted solely by grief these days. A heaviness hung in the air, thick and undulating—willing to take hostages without notice.

He felt it the moment he stepped past the threshold of bloomed pink and yellow roses. The hue of the petals trended darker here, warning of the sadness to come. He paid them only a glance, more focused on his destination. He felt welcome in the clutches of sorrow that lapped at his feet hungrily; like a fated pull that promised to lead him to an old friend.

The flower bushes gave way to a small, gothic piked area. It was stereotypically forlorn in its presentation. The sun, coincidentally, dipped behind the clouds, perhaps in fear of something so powerful.

Jason Peter Todd’s gravestone loomed beside the tall Wayne slabs. He scanned the plots, past Martha and Thomas, before he stopped at Bruce’s. Jason was glued there for a long time, but it took much less than that for his eyes to change from searingly dry to teary.

His entire walk to this graveyard had left him with the rising feeling of suffocation. It clawed its way up from the ground and into his limbs. Now it took home in his chest and throat, scratchy and uncomfortable, much like the thorns that had scuffed him on the journey in. His ribs felt like they were being crushed under the hand of a supervillain.

Except he was that villain.

Bruce was six feet because of him.

His fingers burrowed into his jumper pockets as he searched for a reprieve from the gaping well in his heart. It only swirled and expanded, purported by his overwhelmed senses.

Jason’s eyes slanted sideways. His plot had been smoothed over, no sign of him ever having crawled out. It was odd to still see it standing. But perhaps he was dead to them either way.

A hiccup escaped him. It hurt.

It was too much, too quick, he realised as he relived the moment when his skin was re-exposed to fresh air. He stared at the unruffled dirt. When he’d come up, Bruce’s stone hadn’t been there. It had just been him, the skeletons of the elder Waynes—he shivered—and the chirping of birds he thought he’d never hear again. The whole thing made him want to vomit.

Blood rushed his ears like a waterfall, ever increasing in volume. It left him with dizzying stars in his eyes and the feeling of a thousand concussions hitting at once. His breath was sucked out of his chest and into the deity that hunted him.

Jason stumbled with a yelp as a set of bony phalanges dug into his ankle. It tore open the skin: a raw, ragged cut that burned deep. His balance was ripped from beneath him. Jason’s elbows hit the grass and a painful tremor rocked his limbs. He tried to scramble back, holding in his whimpers, but the hand had other plans for him.

It simultaneously climbed his leg for better leverage while it also yanked him closer to the burial hole.

Bruce was going to send him back to Hell.

“No, no, no,” he repeated, clawing at the grass in desperation. “Stop. Go away. Please,” he begged The Ghost.

He let out a sob when another hand curled around his top half. Jason tried to shove the pervasive arm off, wishing he’d never come. Even if you needed him.

“Go away,” he cried, choking on the simple syllables. The air talked back to him in a frequency too loud and sizzling.

At once, an arm dragged Jason from Bruce’s grave and the entranced skeleton. Jason grappled with the being that engulfed him as he voiced his anguished pleas. They quickly devolved into hyperventilated sobs.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, little wing,” was pressed into the back of his head, amongst his curls.

He was slow to comprehend the words, but when he did, he stammered out, “Wh—at?” Because that hadn’t been Bruce’s disembodied voice. Bruce had never called him little wing.

He pried at the arm clutched around his collarbone and found chestnut freckled skin—warm, alive.

“We should’ve been there. I should’ve been there for you,” the voice continued in a mournful blubber of their own. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Jason peered through his glossy eyes at his leg to see it was completely intact. Another guttural weep unleashed from deep within his gut. What was ever real in his life? Were you? Was Dick?

The arms around him tightened. His companion’s hot tears fell down his neck. “We should’ve—we should’ve saved—”

“Dick?” Jason’s words were strangled between harsh breaths.

“I know I can never make up for it. I’m so sorry,” he agonised by his temple. “I’m here now, Jason.”

Jason was drained and confused and his chest heaved like he’d overdone a workout. His ears rang incessantly. He tried to look over his shoulder to see his newest companion. All he could manage to say, dully, was, “I killed Bruce.”

“You didn’t. You didn’t,” came Dick’s immediate, stringent reply. “Bruce killed Bruce. He left us. He’s a coward, Jason. He couldn’t live with his choices.”

He was floored to hear that from Dick of all people. He deflated into his touch, overly fatigued. “You don’t blame me?”

Dick let out a sad noise. “No. But you’re right to blame me. You—” Dick faltered over the unsaid, a streak from his eye punctuating his attempt, “—you died because of us.”

“Bruce dumped you,” Jason said in a low tone.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said sharply. “I was old enough to know better. I left you with him.”

Jason felt the sobs threaten to return at Dick’s plight. He struggled to keep his breathing even. He rubbed at the inner corners of his eyes, willing the wetness away. He swallowed through a painful lump when Dick’s fingers carded through his hair. It was a gentle, doting motion.

“I’ve missed you every day since, okay?” Dick said quietly. “I love you, Jay.” Feeling Jason’s muscles tense, Dick tried to soothe his agitation with a slow rub over his shoulder blades. “You don’t have to love me back,” he whispered. “It’s okay, promise.”

Jason croaked out something that resembled a sorrowful laugh. “But you’re my brother.”

Four rounds of Raven’s instructions had gotten you no closer to learning control. Your ability acted as it pleased: begin dutifully, then run astray. Sometimes the metallic pool was prompt to misbehave, straight to shooting wonky shards in every direction. If Raven wasn’t quick to banish them as they appeared—which you had no idea how she could do that—they left slices in the walls.

After another failed attempt, Raven resorted to words of encouragement. Well, her version of encouragement. She murmured your name calmly, “Powers aren’t easy.”

Your patience was stretched thin at this point. Even if it had only been twenty minutes. You threw your arms up in a tizzy and stared at the wall. “Why not? Getting them was.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw her lips twitch, amused. “I doubt that’s true.”

So, maybe those ‘scientists’ had experimented for years before they’d even gotten a hold of you. And you ending up the way you had was nothing short of a miracle, considering their trail of dead bodies. But that didn’t make this process any more tolerable.

You shifted to your other foot, incensed by your lack of success. You resigned to muteness and glared at her. You would do that until the rage evaporated, you decided.

She remained unbothered and met your gaze. It was a long time before she spoke again, an idea having struck her. “Seeing your powers in action is good. It gives me a better understanding,” Raven said. “But let’s focus on baby steps.”

You folded your arms but listened. “What’s that mean?”

She sighed pre-emptively, knowing you wouldn’t like her suggestion. “Meditation.”

You huffed, loud and dramatic and absolutely in semblance of one of Jason’s tantrums. Raven said your name again in an inarguable tone. Your frown deepened, however you allowed her your attention.

“This is going to take time, no matter what. It did for all of us,” she told you resolutely. The fire within you was smothered by her pestilent honesty. “I’m sorry you’re frustrated and afraid of yourself, but you need to channel that energy. Meditation is good in that regards.”

You exhaled and let your arms drop. “Fine,” you said as your arms swung. “How?”

She asked you to sit down next to her so she could demonstrate her process. She ran through it in condensed steps. It sounded easy enough to replicate, but you knew clearing your mind wouldn’t be so simple.

Finally, she requested, “Let's do it together. I’ll guide you.” You gathered yourself into a comfortable position.

You tried to follow the breathing set as described by her soothing voice, but almost instantly your thoughts went to the very reason why you were doing this: the splatter of blood that had, up until seconds ago, pulsed warmly in another person’s throat. The way the energy drooled slow and thick under your skin, like mercury rising up an old thermometer. It always begged to be let out—I can solve your problems.

You blinked away the images of syrupy red splashed across walls and the unforgettable sound of someone gurgling on air. You willed plain darkness behind your eyelids.

It worked for a few minutes as you thought of rain against a window pane. A pretty noise, but too much of a striking similarity to the kind of droplets you ran from. With an aggrieved sigh, you moved onto something else before you grew more irritated.

And what was more perfect than Jason and his gloominess that haunted these halls?

He’d disappeared as soon as Raven had collected you. You wondered if he’d gone to sulk or trot around—it seemed as if he hadn’t been back here in some time.

Raven sensed your distraction. Her eyes fluttered open. Curiously, she asked, “What are you thinking of?”

You let your eyeballs know light again; the pastel and harsh hues of the gym. You looked to her as your brain fumbled to form a reply. You swallowed your uncertainty. “Why does Jason not like being here?”

Her eyes glazed over but there was no other indication that the question was an uncomfortable one. “Some things... happened, a couple of years ago,” she started. “The Manor and its residents bring up those unpleasant memories.”

You took her vagueness to mean the situation had been dire. You nodded, hoping she would give you a sliver more.

“He hasn’t forgiven us. Or himself, for that matter.”

What did he need to forgive them for? You desperately trawled your memories in search of an answer, as if it would jump out at you suddenly. Nothing did.

“He hasn’t told you much,” Raven mused. “About us and his past.”

“No, not much,” you agreed. “I know he was Robin.”

She nodded along. “Why do you trust him?”

Your chin lifted, puzzled by the query. Nevertheless, you said, “I saved his life and he saved mine.”

Raven sighed softly. She appreciated the candidacy and the fact that you obviously cared for him when they hadn’t been able to. “Thank you.”

You pulled your knees to your chest. “Thanks for helping me,” you said in turn. “Sorry that I’m a handful.” In the back of your mind, you acknowledged that it was odd to have a superior who was younger than you.

“We’ll figure this out,” she said and nodded in emphasis. The sincerity of her tone almost made you panic. You shrugged it off as you both stood.

Unsurely, you asked, “Same time next week?”

“Of course.”

You meant to leave, but your incessant need to have the last word made you pause. “You know, you never told me about your date.”

A shy smile spread across her face. “Garfield made a fool of himself. But... it was good.” Her nose scrunched. “Too fancy for my taste, though.”

You laughed, nerves eased by the simplicities of young love.

Leaving the Manor was a silent affair once you’d said goodbye to Raven, Alfred, and Dick, whom left his appearance to the last minute. Interestingly, he’d sent Jason off with a careful pat to his shoulder.

You climbed into the passenger seat as Jason decided to take over driving duties. You appreciated it, but his utter lack of mockery put you ill at ease. You glanced at him. Catching sight of his glassy eyes and shaking limbs, you quickly leaned over with a worried, “Hey.”

“Please don’t,” he rasped as he tilted back against the headrest. His tone made you stop. You dropped your hand, unsure how to proceed.

You stared at him, eyes wide and powerless. He’d never wanted your help or comfort before, so why would he start now? You shifted uneasily and glanced down at your hands. You wondered if this would ever get better between you—or at least easier to live with.

Jason sniffled. You glanced his way again as he wiped at a stray tear. Gravity tugged at the corners of your mouth. “I can’t watch you cry and ignore it,” you admitted. It was bad enough that the skin around his nose was a splotchy red, as were his cheeks. His undereyes and lips were slightly swollen, too.

“I need you to. Please,” he begged.

“No.”

Jason choked out a laugh, congested and caught on the sharp edges of melancholy. His bloodshot eyes found yours. “I said ‘please.’” His words were less sad this time around, but you knew he still searched for a way to make you concede.

You sloped forward, eyes steady on him. “And I told you. No.”

He made an argumentative noise. “You won’t let a man cry in peace? That’s cruel, even for you.”

You tried not to smile. “I’ll let you cry, for a price.”

His brow raised in muted defeat. “What’s that?”

You let your hand fall onto the centre console, palm facing upwards. Your fingers lay limp and parted in anticipation. Jason looked down at your hand. The muscles in his throat worked hard as he deliberated his next move.

“If I hold your hand while I’m bawling my eyes out, we’re definitely going to crash,” he said pointedly, gaze flashing upwards. “And then Roy will finish the job.”

With a flippant smile stretched across your face, you said, “Okay.”

“‘Okay?’” repeated a bewildered Jason. You shrugged and twisted towards the window, leaving your hand where it was. “Damn you,” he muttered.

But it wasn’t long after that his fingers laced with yours. He stared at you, hoping you’d turn back to see the mess you’d made of a vulnerable man.

Instead, you pulled his hand to your face. For half a second, he cradled the plumpness of your cheek, and then you pressed your lips to his pulse point. You did it again for good measure, and Jason wondered if you felt the heart attack he was currently experiencing.

Your nose nudged the skin of his wrist as you looked at him from under your eye lashes. His heart slammed against his chest. So much had changed between you in mere days and it scared him as much as it set off his adrenaline.

Your mouth grew into an unruly smile, cheek pushing into his palm. He watched, unblinking, bewitched.

Your lips just barely grazed him when you whispered an inviting, “You can cry now.”

Jason was stuck on your exceptional kindness. He recalled the softness of your cheek in comparison to his calloused skin and of how you’d nuzzled into him unabashedly. Then you’d dismissed it all with your teasing, only holding him close for a few moments longer. His fingers twitched, wishing to repeat the strange awe-inducing experience.

Jason recoiled—unlike you ever had around him—when he heard August’s grating voice.

“So, you’ve mended things then?” they confirmed upon hearing about his face reveal.

His jaw flexed as the memory washed away from his touch-starved brain. “S’pose,” he mumbled.

“Would you disagree?” August prompted, pen tapping at their clipboard a couple of times.

Jason thought back to the stupid vow of commitment he’d made. He let out a sigh. “No.”

“But you’re still worried?”

His hands trailed over the chair’s armrests distractedly. He offered a simple, “Yes.” His measured eyes looked up to August to see how invested they were in the discussion.

“Why’s that?”

“Because,” Jason huffed, “they could change their mind.”

The doctor took note of his concern. “Do they have reason to?”

“Of course they do. I died and I’m evil.”

August had to bite back a laugh at how plainly he stated the facts. “Jason,” they admonished.

“What? It’s true,” he scoffed and his hands tightened, indenting the plush fabric.

“I believe you’re oversimplifying things.”

“You reckon, huh?” Jason said, baiting them into an argument.

August didn’t engage, instead changing gears. “Do you plan to share these fears with them? Or potentially the secrets themselves?”

“Ha,” Jason bit out, jaw clenching immediately afterwards. “Hell no.”

August ignored his swift rejection of the idea. “Perhaps it’s time to put that trust to the test, Jason. Start with something small?”

He looked away as sourness filled his mouth. How could he start small when every secret he had was more monstrous than the prophesised black hole that would consume the Earth whole?

“Have a little faith in the ones who choose to love you.”

His head whipped back around. Love? The very suggestion made his saliva turn to ash and his hearing dissipate to a mere vibration. The train of thought was entirely too much, so he changed it. “I went to the grave site.” He breathed out shallowly. “Mine. Bruce’s.”

Their head tilted. “How was that?”

“Bad.”

A thin smile slipped onto August’s face. “You’ve recited more poetic verses than that.”

He shrugged, falsely unbothered. “Dick was there.”

“Oh?” August asked, resting their elbows on their knees.

“He said... he said he was sorry.” Jason met their waiting eyes. “For not doing enough. For letting me...” He sucked in another breath. He looked down, fingers raking over where his holsters ought to be. “For letting me die alone,” he finished, only a blip of his anguish surfacing.

“He said that?”

Jason nodded once, not able to level his gaze. Tension remained in his shoulders.

“Wow,” August hummed, impressed with the update. “Was that cathartic?”

“A fraction,” he admitted.

“That’s excellent, Jason,” the doctor continued. “Will you be pursuing a healthier relationship with Dick?”

He looked up then, his forehead creased. He found the wording... not to his liking.

August breathed a little louder; a quiet kind of chagrin. He almost smirked—that was what finally upset them? The implication of incest?

Instead, his head slanted in challenge as he made no attempt to answer.

“Do you think this will help fix things with your family?” they finally amended, posture straightening with obvious displeasure.

Jason shrugged at their lacklustre response. “Maybe once the anger wears off.”

The stone ledge of the building dug into Jason’s underside, a cold and biting reminder of where he was. He let the cigarette smoke hang in his lungs a second too long which caused his next exhale to morph into a cough. The wisps joined the smog of the city, dissipating into a lingering odour. He knew the smell would cling to his clothes no matter what. He also knew he was contributing to the ripe pollution of Gotham—and thus ruining the starry show he liked to watch—but pick your battles, right?

He breathed out again, this time through his nostrils only. It was a welcome burn.

Jason’s head swivelled the short distance upon sensing a new presence. Having expected it to be either you or Roy, he was put off when he found an unfamiliar face. The glow around them was halo white.

Great, he huffed with a roll of his eyes. He was going to have to act as mediator.

Jason didn’t greet them. He watched, for a moment, as they simply pottered about the roof top aimlessly, passing by the scattered remnants of people who’d been there at one point in time. He saw their mouth move, perhaps to have an argument with themselves. Which was even better, he thought sardonically, because now their crazies matched.

He looked back over the city, undecided if the colourful luminescence was more or less comforting than the plain white. Annoyance flickered in his chest as he felt the person’s eyes stop on him. Jason turned back with a scowl. “What?” he snapped, and there was a click in his jaw. He should be nicer to the dead, but, hey, he was busy, okay?

“You’re the risen Lazarus.”

Jason’s movements stuttered, unsure how to proceed. The words lay somewhere between a statement and a question. He didn’t think he’d ever been called that, at least not to his face.

“Why?” Jason’s question came out cautious. His body shifted involuntarily towards the person as years of defensive training reared their ugly head.

“Are you not?” They sounded confused by his lack of hasty confirmation, as if all of the things they had to share depended on his very existence. Their head tilted, eyes raking over his body and up to the streak in his hair.

Jason took the opportunity to repay the favour. It was a man, most likely younger than him. His outfit was nothing special; just casual, everyday wear. Nothing about the stranger screamed scary or unpredictable. Despite this, Jason felt like he teetered on a dangerous precipice.

“No, you are,” the ghost muttered to himself. He drifted closer.

“Again, why?” Jason bit out, tongue pushing against the back of his teeth.

“There’s a hole,” the man replied.

Jason held back a laugh soiled by bitterness. “Shit, in Gotham?” he snarked. “You don’t fuckin’ say.”

The ghost shook his head frantically. “No. The veil between worlds has splintered.” His eyes fixed on Jason, full of a message that hadn’t been received. “Things aren’t right.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “No shit. Why else would I be ‘Lazarus’?”

“You misunderstand, mister.” Agitation slunk into the man’s posture. “It’s been searching for you.”

Jason abruptly straightened and the cigarette fell from his grasp. Blood drained from his face. Goosebumps prickled along his neck and arms in an immobilising wave. “What does that mean?” he pressed, concern making its way to the creases of his forehead.

“Your resurrection is an unpaid due,” the man said. His eyes darted around the fringes of the building warily, recoiling from every gleam of moonlight. It was like he expected something to jump out at any time. “Don’t you feel it? Death lurking in the shadows?”

Of course he fucking felt it. He practically had every soul of the underworld perched on his shoulders, in and out as they pleased. But never to deliver such cryptic messages.

Jason swallowed, trying to wet his parched mouth. “Why are you telling me this?” he asked in a coarse timbre.

“Being dead sucks,” the man said with a shrug. The ghost whirled around then, seeming to lose interest in the conversation.

“How long?” Jason tried again, leaning forward with intent. He couldn’t stop the person from randomly disappearing, but he needed to know more than he’d already speculated.

The man’s eyes traced pavement instead of him. “It draws closer every day.” Staunchly, he suggested, “You should run. This place is a beacon.”

A creak from the balcony below interrupted the suspense. The phantom shot him a wistful look as he twisted back around, taking stock of one of the last beings he was able to communicate with.

Even after the stranger walked off the building’s edge and vanished, Jason stared at the space where he’d stood. His eyes didn’t waver even when you crept into sight.

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The Cosmic Horror of Gotham City

CHAPTER TWENTY / MASTERLIST / Subscribe on AO3

Pairing: Jason Todd/Non-binary!Reader

Summary: Flirtatious Jason makes a return.

Word Count: 7,752.

Jason recoiled when another hand caged his. Wide-eyed, he caught sight of your fingers as they closed around his, soft and with an unusual warmth. His gaze jumped to your face.

“S’okay, Jason,” you said, still half-asleep. He had to wonder if he imagined it altogether. He swallowed, throat dry. “C’mere,” you murmured again, hand tightening over his. You tried to pull him to you, but he resisted.

“Huh?” he whispered, truly thinking he must’ve fallen asleep or finally given into insanity.

You sighed. “Come. Here,” you repeated, stern but quiet. You tugged on his arm till he moved, and then you placed his palm on your cheek. You held it there securely.

Your eyes blinked open, blurry and unseeing in the darkness. “D’you have a nightmare?” you asked.

He shook his head, but he was certain it was half-hidden amongst the pillows. “Jus’ couldn’t sleep,” he said, voice hoarse.

You let out a cute, “Hmm,” as your eyes closed again. Your hand fell from his.

Feeling a little braver, he allowed his thumb to graze your cheek, drawing nonsensical, languid patterns. He relaxed when you smiled into his hand. Your head tilted into it.

“Feels nice,” you mumbled sleepily.

His breath hitched, but he didn’t stop. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

One of your hands came up to his chest and balled into the fabric of his shirt. It made the fingers he ghosted down your neck falter. With a disgruntled noise, you pushed his hand to your scalp.

He took that to mean keep going. Jason let the strands of your hair curl around his fingers as he explored, urged on by curiosity. You didn’t seem opposed—really, you snuggled closer the longer he did it.

Your eyes fluttered beneath the lids. His hand dropped to stroke the fragile skin; guiding your path back to the realm of the unconscious. “Go back to sleep, pretty thing,” he placated. “Don’t worry about me.”

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RED HOOD - JASON TODD

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Jason Todd who’s act of love is acts of service. He lives for the saying ‘ actions speak louder than words ‘. He loves when he comes home to a warm meal cooked for him, or even when you would spontaneously help him to clean his suit after he comes back from patrol. Sometimes, he returns from his patrols late, so he would never expect you to be awake at 2AM waiting for his exhausted state. But to his surprise, you’re always awake for him. Just the simple things like waiting for him, and that small tired smile that paints across your lips; just heats up his chest, and makes little red butterflies flutter in him.

Jason Todd who hasn’t really been efficient with communication, due to past trauma, so he attempts to show his love for you with actions. Jason yearns for you, and it’s pretty obvious by the way he would sometimes lay sweet kisses on the back of your shoulder or your neck whilst your doing the dishes with him, or he’ll linger around the kitchen, slightly glaring at you whilst you cook up a perfect meal for the both of you. You’d always notice in the corner of your eye how he glared at you in awe. Though Jason tries to hide his emotions, you always see straight through his sharp eyes, and right though his mistreated soul.

Jason Todd who of course, loves you, but sometimes fucks you like he hates you. On nights that don’t really go his way; nights when he comes back with bruised knuckles and a developing black eye, he’ll walk straight into your shared bedroom. You always notice the thump of heavy footsteps arriving into your room, it awakes you. Jason never wasted any time, he immediately strips and hooks his gloved fingers around your shorts waistline and pulls them down, your panties along with it. Ramming into you mercilessly, shoving your face into the pillows below, and you’re always unethically wet; the slick noises filling the atmosphere and the dim lighting from the far billboards and city lights creating a light flare in the room. You just take it as he ignores your mumbles and cries into the pillows, instead he groans pleasurably over your words. Jason doesn’t stop until he’s satisfied, until he’s left his seed dripping out if you. You never realise when he’s done, but you always hear the sound of the shower faucet turning on.

Jason Todd who sometimes fucks you so well, he forgets about his own needs and pleasures. On nights when it’s just you two, romantic and intimate, jason loves to make his favourite girl feel good. Honestly, holding hands, mating press, peppering wet kisses trailing from your throat up to your ear and whispering sweet nothings softly. The night doesn’t end until you’ve had at least 5 orgasms, and he’s ran you a warm bath. He loves doing these things for you, treating his girl like how she deserves to be treated. You always press your head up against his chest when cuddling at nights like this, and he’d wrap his arm around you, securing you like your his prized possession.

Jason Todd who loves blowjobs. And i mean, sloppy, dirty, mouth watering, gorilla gripping, carpet clenching, eye tearing, fanny fluttering head. He’d shove your face into his cock, making sure your nose is touching his pelvis. Your hands fly up, pressing against his thighs for some sort of support as he face fucks you roughly. Your babbling noises fill the room, and as you glance up you always notice the way his eyes roll back and his head is falling back along with it. It motivates you, so you shove your head further onto his length and bring one of your palms up to massage his balls, earning the sluttiest moan you’ve ever heard in you’re whole life. Hell, jason’s sure he’s never felt like that before. Jason looks down on you, it’s degrading, but you can’t deny the hot slick sticking to your panties. He’d even hold your nose and mutter, “—Go on, you can take it. I know you will.” Everything sounds a blur, and he’d pull your head back by your hair and push a finger into your mouth, widening it enough for him to spit clearly into it, using his finger tip to smother the saliva all over your lips. And by the end of it, you’re sleeping like a baby.

Jason Todd who discourages inviting you to his family gatherings. First of all, he believes you wouldn’t be able to keep up with his families drama. But second of all, he does not want you meet his older brother Dick Grayson. The boy scout, the flirt, the sexiest second most sexiest man in the world. Jason knew that if you ever met Dick, you two would get along way too well. And quite frankly, jason doesn’t like you talking to other men that aren’t him. He literally fucking despises when another man so much as looks your way, or checks you out. That’s probably why he always leaves hickeys and marks all over your body, to put on show what’s his, and will always be his.

Jason Todd who loves head scratches and massages. Hear me out, a movie is playing on the TV as you both relax on the couch; the only light reflecting off the TV and the lighting which strikes outside, rain pouring down. Hes got his head resting in your lap as he lays on the couch and you play with his hair while paying more attention to the movie than him. Nothing is more important than him. He’d push his head up into your hand, like a sleepy puppy to gesture his yearn for more as you lose your focus in scratching his scalp with your freshly manicured nails. You’d chuckle to yourself as you notice how needy he is to be in your touch. As you lightly scratch and massage his head and hair, you feel him start to relax under you. That’s when you look down and notice his pale lips slightly parted, and his eyes closed. A small smile paints on your lips when you begin to hear his quiet snores, and you lean down to lay a passionate kiss on the tip of his nose.

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RED HOOD - JASON TODD

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Jason Todd who’s act of love is acts of service. He lives for the saying ‘ actions speak louder than words ‘. He loves when he comes home to a warm meal cooked for him, or even when you would spontaneously help him to clean his suit after he comes back from patrol. Sometimes, he returns from his patrols late, so he would never expect you to be awake at 2AM waiting for his exhausted state. But to his surprise, you’re always awake for him. Just the simple things like waiting for him, and that small tired smile that paints across your lips; just heats up his chest, and makes little red butterflies flutter in him.

Jason Todd who hasn’t really been efficient with communication, due to past trauma, so he attempts to show his love for you with actions. Jason yearns for you, and it’s pretty obvious by the way he would sometimes lay sweet kisses on the back of your shoulder or your neck whilst your doing the dishes with him, or he’ll linger around the kitchen, slightly glaring at you whilst you cook up a perfect meal for the both of you. You’d always notice in the corner of your eye how he glared at you in awe. Though Jason tries to hide his emotions, you always see straight through his sharp eyes, and right though his mistreated soul.

Jason Todd who of course, loves you, but sometimes fucks you like he hates you. On nights that don’t really go his way; nights when he comes back with bruised knuckles and a developing black eye, he’ll walk straight into your shared bedroom. You always notice the thump of heavy footsteps arriving into your room, it awakes you. Jason never wasted any time, he immediately strips and hooks his gloved fingers around your shorts waistline and pulls them down, your panties along with it. Ramming into you mercilessly, shoving your face into the pillows below, and you’re always unethically wet; the slick noises filling the atmosphere and the dim lighting from the far billboards and city lights creating a light flare in the room. You just take it as he ignores your mumbles and cries into the pillows, instead he groans pleasurably over your words. Jason doesn’t stop until he’s satisfied, until he’s left his seed dripping out if you. You never realise when he’s done, but you always hear the sound of the shower faucet turning on.

Jason Todd who sometimes fucks you so well, he forgets about his own needs and pleasures. On nights when it’s just you two, romantic and intimate, jason loves to make his favourite girl feel good. Honestly, holding hands, mating press, peppering wet kisses trailing from your throat up to your ear and whispering sweet nothings softly. The night doesn’t end until you’ve had at least 5 orgasms, and he’s ran you a warm bath. He loves doing these things for you, treating his girl like how she deserves to be treated. You always press your head up against his chest when cuddling at nights like this, and he’d wrap his arm around you, securing you like your his prized possession.

Jason Todd who loves blowjobs. And i mean, sloppy, dirty, mouth watering, gorilla gripping, carpet clenching, eye tearing, fanny fluttering head. He’d shove your face into his cock, making sure your nose is touching his pelvis. Your hands fly up, pressing against his thighs for some sort of support as he face fucks you roughly. Your babbling noises fill the room, and as you glance up you always notice the way his eyes roll back and his head is falling back along with it. It motivates you, so you shove your head further onto his length and bring one of your palms up to massage his balls, earning the sluttiest moan you’ve ever heard in you’re whole life. Hell, jason’s sure he’s never felt like that before. Jason looks down on you, it’s degrading, but you can’t deny the hot slick sticking to your panties. He’d even hold your nose and mutter, “—Go on, you can take it. I know you will.” Everything sounds a blur, and he’d pull your head back by your hair and push a finger into your mouth, widening it enough for him to spit clearly into it, using his finger tip to smother the saliva all over your lips. And by the end of it, you’re sleeping like a baby.

Jason Todd who discourages inviting you to his family gatherings. First of all, he believes you wouldn’t be able to keep up with his families drama. But second of all, he does not want you meet his older brother Dick Grayson. The boy scout, the flirt, the sexiest second most sexiest man in the world. Jason knew that if you ever met Dick, you two would get along way too well. And quite frankly, jason doesn’t like you talking to other men that aren’t him. He literally fucking despises when another man so much as looks your way, or checks you out. That’s probably why he always leaves hickeys and marks all over your body, to put on show what’s his, and will always be his.

Jason Todd who loves head scratches and massages. Hear me out, a movie is playing on the TV as you both relax on the couch; the only light reflecting off the TV and the lighting which strikes outside, rain pouring down. Hes got his head resting in your lap as he lays on the couch and you play with his hair while paying more attention to the movie than him. Nothing is more important than him. He’d push his head up into your hand, like a sleepy puppy to gesture his yearn for more as you lose your focus in scratching his scalp with your freshly manicured nails. You’d chuckle to yourself as you notice how needy he is to be in your touch. As you lightly scratch and massage his head and hair, you feel him start to relax under you. That’s when you look down and notice his pale lips slightly parted, and his eyes closed. A small smile paints on your lips when you begin to hear his quiet snores, and you lean down to lay a passionate kiss on the tip of his nose.

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Withered Cards | I

Pairings: Jason Todd x Reader.

Warnings: Blood, gore, violence, murder, swearing, major and minor injuries, death.

Summary: Despite the many problems you overcome with Jason Todd, you always eventually make it back to each other. Even after his death, how could you still love a man who changed so much? Even when you made a turn for the worst.

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No child would ever imagine the world to be as cruel as it really is.

Yet then again, most adults would refrain from exposing their children into the world, the harsh reality of it, at least, and Gotham was definitely a place of violence and rage.

The small nightmares every child would experience would never live up to the cruel reality of the world.

"Y/N, baby, get up," your mother whispered into your ear, panicked and rushed, causing for your eyes to flutter open.

It was still dark, meaning that it couldn't be morning, but your mother was hunched beside your bed with her fingers trailing through your hair, and that was when your gaze met her own fearful ones.

Her voice was so low in a whisper that you could barely manage to hear, fearful of what - or who - could hear us.

"We need to leave, baby. Come on."

With your eyes still groggy and barely comprehending the situation, your mother's arms carefully scooped your body up from beneath the warmth of your blankets, her grip tight and secure as she adjusted your body in her hold. You didn't fail to notice the heavy thumping of her chest and the pale complexion to her face.

“Mummy?” You asked, but she was quick to hush you, her gaze burning into the door with a look of terror you would never forget.

She waited, as if she were expecting the door to swing open any moment, but it only left the both of you in a deafening silence. Despite the obvious confusion set on your face, your mother chose to ignore it, not giving any indication as to what was occurring on the other side of the door.

With the few passing moments, your grip on her tightened, and the many fearful questions were swarming your mind. You were scared, but of what?

Without a word, she took a single step toward the door with you still held tightly in her arms, and just as her hand went to grasp the handle-

“Mum!” You spoke, too loud for her liking, because she jumped back away from the door as if it had burnt her flesh and clasped a tight hand over your mouth. She listened carefully, and when she was comfortable enough, she took her hand away.

“What did I tell you?” She whispered harshly, but her eyes softened when she saw the fearful gaze you held. “What is it?”

You pointed behind you both, back to your bed where your favorite teddy laid beside the unmade sheets. It was only small, the perfect size for a small child, with soft brown fur and button eyes. You remembered that night your father came home from work, a bouquet of various different flowers for your mother in one hand, and in his other hand he held the brown bear. He had just gone away on a long business trip, and you were overly excited after not seeing him the last few weeks. Maybe it was the fact it was from your dad, or maybe it was simply because of the soft fur, but it was by far your favorite teddy to hold while you slept.

Letting out a long cautious sigh, your mum quickly picked up the bear before giving it to you, your hands instantly going to clutch at the teddy while your mum went back over to the door.

“Ok, sweetheart. I’m going to need you to play a game with me, ok?” She looked down at you, and you nodded despite the darkness of your bedroom, only your lamp casting a small glow around the room.

She smiled gently and gave a quick peck to your forehead.

“Ok, we’re going to see who can be quiet the longest. I know you always beat me, and that’s why when I put you down, you’re going to run and hide so we can do some hide and seek.”

If it weren’t for the dim light, you only just managed to catch a glimpse of the hot tear streaking down your mother's cheek.

“Do you understand, baby?”

You nodded once more, holding a finger up to your lips as your sign you knew you had to be quiet. She let out a quiet breathy laugh.

You watched as she reached forward, her hand shaking as she grasped the door handle and slowly twisted it, pushing the door open. It was dark, the only source of light being the living room light from downstairs. You heard a small muffle of voices, one you recognized to be your father.

You wondered if maybe your dad had decided to play with you, too. Maybe that’s why your mum had been so quiet and told you to hide.

Your mum knelt down, carefully placing you down onto your feet before she stood up to her full height. You thought that it was your time to start hiding, but right as you went to turn, her hand was grasping yours tightly and she was walking down the stairs to where your father and the unknown strangers were.

There was a wall dividing the living room and the stairs, so anybody on the other side wouldn’t be able to see your mother and you crouched down at the bottom of the stairs. You watched as your mother peeked around the corner, probably to check that nobody was looking, because she was quick to pull you along to the other side of the room. You only caught a glimpse of the living room.

Your father was leant up against the kitchen counter, still clad in his pajamas, whilst five men you had never seen before stood beside the dining table. Four of them were each dressed in black, but the one in the middle was wearing what looked to be a clown costume. A purple suit with a weird bow tie, his skin as pale as a sheet of paper that made him look almost sickly. His hair was also a deep green, and for a moment you wondered if you even saw right.

The clown had a huge grin plastered onto his face, almost too wide to be natural, revealing his slightly yellowed teeth.

Your mother pushed you against the wall to remain out of sight, and when she knelt down to your level to get a good look at you, you could see the tears now freely falling from her eyes.

“Ok, my sweet girl. It’s time to hide,” she whispered next to your ear, her breath tickling your skin.

You nodded, and that’s when she leant forward to press a lingering kiss to your cheek, her fingers combing through your hair, just like how she would do it any other day to simply play with your hair.

With a quick nod, she gently pushed on your shoulders and watched as you sneakily crept to your chosen hiding spot.

It was by far your favorite spot, a small hatch underneath the desk pushed up against the wall. It was hidden beneath the few piles of shoes cluttered around, and you had to hastily move them enough to open the hatch.

You cringed once the hinges made an old rusty screech, and with ease you crawled inside, making sure to close the hatch securely behind you. Hugging your knees to your chest, you shuffled your position and felt the rough dirt and dust cling to your clothes. The bear that was still held in your hand was put at your feet, even though you couldn't see it with the darkness.

Although you could still vaguely hear the ongoing conversation, most of what you could hear was muffled. You tensed once you heard the loud cackles of the green haired man, shivers erupting over your body.

“Mrs. Y/L/N! How lovely to see the family together- oh wait, no… your little girl isn’t here?” He mocked sadness.

“She won’t be coming, Joker,” You heard your dad speak before your mother could, his voice stern and protective.

“Aw, what a shame. I was really looking forward to meeting the little lady! Perhaps maybe I can after this has all blown over.”

At this point, your confusion only grew. Nobody was coming to find you yet, and your mum was now in the same room as your dad and those other men. You felt your gut twist uncomfortably, and the fear was coursing through your body.

You wanted your parents. You didn't like this game anymore. You could only wish you were back in the warmth of your bed, peacefully asleep and unaware of the world around me.

Your mother let out a sudden loud sob.

“Please, just- just don’t hurt us or our baby. She doesn’t know anything,” you heard her cry more, and before another word could be said, a loud gunshot echoed throughout the house causing you to jump and bump your head on the hatch door.

“No!” You heard your dad scream, and it was then that you knew none of this was right. His voice was a tone you had never heard before, filled with pain and anger. You didn’t hear your mother anymore. Was she-

“I did you a favor,” the Joker cooed, your fathers muffled crying echoing throughout the house. “Women are picky. You can’t tell me the girl didn’t annoy you at least once?! You should be thanking me!”

“You monster!” Your dad screamed, before he was harshly cut off by him grunting in pain.

“Now, now, don’t be so picky. She was bothering the both of us. Now, where’s your little girl?” The Joker said, clapping his hands in a ‘chop-chop’ motion.

There was no response from your father, and you didn’t even realize the fresh tears streaming down your cheeks and falling onto your knees. You held back any whimpers in order to stay hidden.

“If you won’t tell me,” the Joker started, his tone switching from cheerful to dark. “Then I’ll get her myself.”

It was barely a few seconds, five at least, before the hatch door was swung open and your arms were grabbed. You screamed and thrashed, before you were harshly pushed forward onto the floor. Your head made impact with the wooden slats, and you cried out.

Despite the tears clouding your vision, you didn’t fail to notice the body of your mother laying lifeless on the floor, hot crimson blood spilling from a hole in her head and pooling around the floor, her blue top now stained red. Her eyes were open, glazed over and lacking life, and it looked as if she was merely frozen in fear.

You weren’t crying anymore. The tears had stopped, and now you could only watch with wide eyes the sight before you. Your mum, who you had touched and talked to and heard only a few minutes ago, was dead.

“Y/N,” your dad called, his arms outstretched, and you were knocked from your thoughts and practically stumbled into his open arms.

“Don’t look, baby. It’s ok, just don’t look,” he whispered into your ear, but his voice was shaky, and you could feel his own tears soaking into the fabric of your pajama shirt.

You heard footsteps near, but you refused to remove your face from the crook of your dad's neck, the only way to hide the scene behind you. You felt a cold hand pat your head, and your dad tugged you away from the stranger.

“Beautiful little girl you’ve gotten yourself, Xavier. She looks almost identical to you,” the Joker teased. “You know, I bet she’ll become just as great a fighter as you, huh? Just imagine it, father and daughter, working alongside the one and only Joker to rule over Gotham! Oh, it will all be so much fun, what do you say?”

You turned your head a little, catching a glimpse of the Joker crouching at the knees in front of your father and you, the smile never leaving his face. When your dad didn’t say anything, the Jokers sickening gaze drifted to you.

“How about we let the little one decide, huh? What do you think, little clown?”

You didn’t need to try answering, because your dad's grip on your body was tightening to the point you could just barely breathe.

“No, you sick shit! She’s only a kid! She’s only just started second grade. She doesn’t deserve any of this.”

For a moment, it was quiet.

“You’re right…” You heard Joker sigh, standing to his feet. “Maybe that’s why we need to let her choose for herself, and to not be influenced by the wrong kind of people.”

The Joker clicked his fingers once. Two of the guards came forward and pried you from your father's warm embrace, and once more you were crying, reaching out for him. You watched as he attempted to fight to get you back but was pinned down by the other two guards while Joker stood over him.

“Such a shame, really. I did enjoy your small family. Unfortunately, it might just need to be a little smaller now.” he reached into his suit pocket, pulling out what looked to be a long needle filled with a black tinted liquid. “Recognize this?”

You watched as your dad's eyes widened, and tears streamed down his face while his voice cracked with each word.

“P-please, not my little girl. Not my girl. I’ll do anything!”

Joker laughed, loud. “Oh, you poor man. This wasn’t for the child! I’m not that cruel!” He stalked closer to your father, watching in amusement as he thrashed wildly in an attempt to escape. You saw the fear flash in his eyes.

The Joker leant close to his face, licking his lips in a mocking manner while holding up the small needle so that your dad could see.

“This wasn’t meant for your daughter, it was meant for you, silly!” And just like that, the sharp tip of the needle was penetrating your dad's flesh at the neck, his eyes grown wide in horror. He didn’t even try to fight anymore, his body giving up while he turned his head to you for the last time.

“Y/N,” he chocked, and you watched with frightful eyes as black veins spread across his neck, traveling over his body like bolts of lightning. He groaned in pain.

"I love you so much, baby. I'm sorry," he cried. "Do you understand? I love you so much."

Your body shook as his eyes met yours. You didn't have the voice to say it back, and you saw the hurt flash in his eyes. Opening your mouth, the only thing that would come out was a chocked sob.

He fell onto his side, limp.

The Joker wiped a fake tear. "Oh my, how sad..."

He paid no mind as you continued to cry, calling out for your parents. You were sure that you were next, and you flinched when you felt the Joker's hand pat your head. He let out a maniacal laugh the more you cried, and you physically struggled to inhale more air. Nearly instantly, he frowned to what you thought was sympathy, tutting.

“Don’t worry about them, my new apprentice! Life would have been so boring here; I'm giving you another chance! How exciting! Harley will be thrilled!"

You didn't fight as he took your hand, your shaky body going to stand beside him. Even when he continued to drag you toward the door, your gaze was trained on the bodies laid out in the middle of the room, and it was then that you realized that the only person you had now was this man.

A monster brought from your nightmares.

©x-gabrielle-x. Do not steal, copy or translate my works.

More like Angels

Pairings: Hades!Jason Todd x Angel!Reader.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, mentions of torture (tongue cutting, nudity, etc), forbidden love, possession, minor injuries.

Summary: Jason Todd, one of the most powerful Greek gods, takes a specific liking to a certain Angel.

Jason knew that he was obsessed the moment you had stepped into the underworld, but who was to tell him that his obsession was wrong?

You must have been the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen, your soft hair falling over your shoulders in waves and your wings strong and beautiful, dragging along the polished floor behind you with grace. You were adorned in gold jewels from Hera, and a white gown that hugged your curves perfectly and left little to his imagination.

Although your gaze was downcast, stood behind Hera, or otherwise his sister, Cassandra, he could see the innocent curiosity in your eyes as you glanced around his palace. It must have been very different compared to your home in Olympus. When you finally noticed his gaze, you were quick to avert them back to your feet, a deep blush coating your cheeks.

Jason knew then that he had to have you.

Somehow, he had managed to convince Hera to stay longer than intended, meaning that you would be staying, too. Jason would find any pathetic excuse to get you alone, sending the other angels off for tasks but insisting that you stay at his side. For what reason? He never said.

He would make flirtatious comments whenever he could, loving the reaction he pulled from you every time. Your flustered expression would always play in his mind, and it only made him do it more when you had no intention of stopping him. A god and an angel were never meant to be, and Jason knew this very well.

When you had asked him a question about his home, referring to him as Hades, he was quick to correct you almost instantly. It was Jason to you. Only you. Of course, you had been hesitant to refer to him as his proper name, but after consistent reminding from Jason, you had slowly begun to ease into the routine, secretly loving the way his name practically rolled off your tongue.

He found any excuse to touch you, whether it be simply grazing the tips of his fingers along the feathers of your wings, claiming how soft they were, or simply reaching over to feel your flesh against his own. You let him, loving the feeling yourself. No god had ever been this intimate with any angel before, yet Jason planned to change that.

It was no surprise to Jason when he heard the rumors - he would pass his servants within the corridors to which he would hear the quiet murmurs of whispers and burning eyes. Maybe he should have felt embarrassed, afraid even, but he couldn't help the pride blooming within him.

You, however, were much different. You could feel the lingering gazes of people whenever you stepped out of your room, deciding then that it was best to just stay in your room alone until you were personally requested by the gods. You hated the watchful eyes, hated the whispers and false rumors that continued to spread, and it made you fearful of what could happen if the gods were to find out your close relationship to the god of the underworld.

You had to admit that you loved Jason's presence. He was charming, daring, kind (to you, at least), and behind all of his anger, gentle. You refused to admit it to yourself, but you held a strong attraction for the young god.

Jason would always have a close eye on you, watching as you flowed with grace so easily around his home. It was like you had lived here this whole time. He swore that you would purposefully tease him, wearing clothes that were snug on your hips and breasts, talking to him with that sweet voice of yours... and he hated how much it affected him.

Of course, you weren't aware of this until later he had you pinned against your bedroom wall, lips trailing down your neck in pants and open-mouthed kisses, leaving purple marks in his wake. Anything to prove that you were officially his.

It had taken you by surprise, but you didn't hold back from kissing Jason back when his lips finally landed on yours, rough and wanting. His hands were eagerly grasping at the plush of your ass, causing for your mouth to open in a gasp which he quickly used to his advantage, slipping his tongue in.

Jason swore that you were a gift sent to him from heaven, and in a certain sense you were.

"You do this to me on purpose," he rasped against you.

"Do what?" You breathed, your lips chasing after his when he pulled back slightly, eyeing you with what you placed as lust.

So stupid, so naive.

His fingers were brushing against your skin, trailing down from the strap of your dress and over to your wings that fluttered at his touch. You let out a shaky breath when he slipped the strap of your dress off from your shoulders, letting the top of your dress drop down the curve of your breasts. Jason was instantly taking you in, admiring your bare body before him. You felt uneasy under his burning gaze, but before your arms could move up to cover your body or your wings could move to wrap around you, he was pulling you in for another deep kiss.

The both of you stumbled over to the bed, his hands pushing you back as your body landed upon your soft sheets that he ensured the maids laid out for you.

He wasted no time in brushing his nose against the nape of your neck, his lips brushing against the warm flesh. Your scent was arousing to him, like honey and rain. You were so oblivious to him, so oblivious to how much he craved you.

He took a moment, admiring your body laid out before him, your eyes staring back up at him with the same passion he held. The dress still hung loosely on your hips, and he was quick to rip it from your body. Jason's mouth practically drooled once he saw your bare cunt between your thighs.

"Beautiful, my love," he whispered, barely audible, but you heard it.

He knelt down, hands parting your thighs and breath hitting your slit. Any attempt at closing your legs was a fail when Jason kept his hands strong in place.

"Jason?" You questioned, voice like honey to his ears. "I-I don't know if we should do this."

He glanced up, meeting your eye and seeing the evident uncertainty held within them.

"Afraid somebody will catch us?" He teased, though you didn't return his smile. "Let them," he finished, before delving into your pussy.

You couldn't help the moan that slipped your mouth when his tongue flattened out against you, lapping at your juices. His nose nudged at your clit causing for you to gasp, and a single digit slipped into your cunt with ease. Jason pumped his fingers, craving the sounds of your moans and whimpers as you writhed, body shifting and fingers tugging roughly at his hair.

He couldn't have loved it more.

His lips attached to your clit, sucking and tugging at it gently that caused your back to arch, your mouth open in a silent moan. Your eyes were squeezed shut, but Jason tapped your thigh impatiently.

"Eyes on me, angel," he spoke into your pussy, the vibrations causing for another wave of pleasure.

"Jay-" you whimpered, and Jason felt the blood rush down into his pants.

Just as your climax was right at its peak, Jason pulled back with a mischievous smirk, crawling back to hover above you. The tears threatened to spill from your dark lashes, the coil in your stomach beginning to fade. You couldn't help but to buck your hips slightly.

Shrugging off his shirt, he tossed it randomly onto the floor and dove back to your lips, only this time, it was gentle. His hand combed through your hair, feeling it between his fingers. You would have thought it was all innocent and sweet if it weren't for the very prominent budge pressing against your upper thigh.

"Give me your hand," Jason demanded, and you listened. Your hand came up before his face and he grabbed it firmly within his own, brining it down to his pants.

He chuckled at the wide-eyed look you gave him. "Don't worry, Angel. You want to make me feel good, don't you?"

You nodded your head, and he took that as his sign to finally bring your hand down to his clothed bulge, watching you intently as your fingers travelled along his cock. He couldn't hold back the deep moan when you pressed down on him.

Jason wasn't a patient man. He was quick to strip himself of his pants and watch you admire his body. Big, muscled, and beyond anything you had seen before. You wondered what the others would say if they saw you right now - you would be kicked out of your home in Olympus, even possibly killed for your sins! Yet, you paid no mind as you let your hands wander Jason's body, craving to feel it against yours. Your cunt pulsed with need, and Jason knew this.

"Please, Jay," you begged, kissing his cheek and then his lips.

Jason watched you, silent, but then he tapped the side of your hip with his finger.

"Get on your hands and knees."

You did, your ass on display for his view and wings laying neatly over your body. You looked back at Jason as he took you in, his hand squeezing at the plush of your ass. Without another word, he was lining up behind you, cock pressed against you as he unintentionally bucked his hips, causing for the both of you to moan.

"It will hurt," he said, voice gruff yet full of determination. The tip of his cock pocked at your entrance, and you knew he wasn't lying. He was big.

He began to slip in, and you cried at the painful stretch. You were thankful that he had prepared you moments before. A tear slipped down the curve of your cheek the more Jason pushed in, and he hushed your cries when he bottomed out.

His hand laid against your back, following the arch and then caressing your soft wings. For a moment, you both sat still, adjusting to the new feeling of him inside you.

Jason hovered over your back, pressing his lips behind your ear before he began to move. It was small, short thrusts at first, but it soon turned quick and hard. The pain soon turned to pleasure, and your face laid pushed into the sheets as moans spilled out from your mouth.

"Fuck, you know you could get in so much trouble for this, right?" Jason grunted, landing a slap against your ass. You yelped, but he quickly eased the pain by rubbing his palm over the raw skin.

You tried to retort, but a particular hard thrust cut you off with a whine.

"I can't let anybody else have you... You're mine, Angel."

You knew he was right. With the many hickies littering your skin, the bruises that you were sure would show up by the morning between your thighs, you were Jason Todd's.

You breathed out, looking back at him once more with your teary eyes, although full of love. "I'm yours."

For the rest of the night, the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping on skin, broken moans, and heavy pants. When the time came that you had both grown sweaty and exhausted, Jason had laid beside you with an arm pulling you in close, your body being enveloped by him in warmth.

Jason hadn't seen you as much the past two days.

Though your behavior was normal between the two of you, everybody had just seemed to drag you away from him. First, it would be some of his servants and then the other angels, then eventually his sister was requesting your presence more often too.

It was also strange to him when Cass had insisted on speaking to him - tone blunt and firm.

So here he was, sitting upon his throne as she was stood before him, as well as his two brothers.

"What makes you think that they can enter my home?" Jason demanded, his gaze drawn to his sister in anger, but she remained stoic.

"Jason," his brother, Dick, spoke up. "We know about the girl."

Jason felt his heart rate quicken, though he didn't show it. He remained calm in his posture and only raised a brow.

Hera, or Cassandra, shook her head. "It was already a mistake coming to stay here, Jason, but it was an even bigger mistake to take her innocence."

Jason scoffed. "I haven't seen her for days. Your accusations are wrong," he spoke, but he felt his stomach drop when the three eyed him carefully, the large doors behind them swinging open to reveal your broken form.

You had two people on either side of you, dragging you into the throne room as you wept in their arms. When they tossed you onto the floor before him, he had the chance to properly take you in.

Your clothes were torn and dirty, practically already falling off your body and revealing yourself to cruel eyes. You had multiple cuts and bruises across your body, your wings a messy wreck, and just by looking at you Jason could tell that you were weak and vulnerable. It angered him.

"You dare do this in my home?" He growled, eyes burning with fury as he stood from his throne. "Release her!"

Dick shook his head. "We can't do that, Jay."

"Don't ever fucking call me that!" Jason attempted to walk to you, but his path was blocked. More people began to crowd the room, and the only thing Jason could hear was the horrified whispers and your loud sobs.

"She has broken one of the many laws, Jason. She's a traitor." Hera spoke, pointing to your frame. "She must be punished. If it weren't for your own selfish desires, nobody would be in this current situation."

The murmurs of the onlookers made his fury burn. How dare these people look at you - belittle you - in front of him?

"She should have her tongue cut out," A voice spoke from the crowd. "Hell, even rip her wings from her body!"

The last thing Jason heard was a loud cry and then crimson red blood seeping onto the floor. Gasps and screams filled his palace, and Jason turned to his siblings, the bloodied man below him nothing more than dead flesh.

"You leave my realm at once before I do the same to all of you," Jason began. "If you ever come back, I will rip your limbs from your body myself and feed you to Cerberus."

Jason swore he had never been so angry in his life.

His three siblings looked at him. Was it disappointment? Anger? He didn't care. Not now.

"She's not welcome back. If she does, I'll kill her myself," Cass spoke, before eyeing your form and walking out the door. His two brothers following behind.

Jason rushed to your side, and you didn't hesitate to throw your arms around him despite your pain, crying into his shoulder and his shirt soaking your warm tears.

It was then that Jason decided he would never let you out of his sight. You were his, and he would kill anybody who tried to take you from him.

©x-gabrielle-x. Do not steal, copy or translate my works.

The Boys need help

Part 1- Alfred's new help

Alfred's New Help part 2

After a "random" attack on the Wayne family, the new maid may be more than what meets the eye.

Joker caresses the side of the young boy's face with a twisted smile. Tension spreads throughout his entire upper body. Dick notices how there is a slight shake in Damien's palms. After all this time, sometimes it is easy to forget how young Damien truly is. With his youthful round face and big blue eyes, Damien could fit in with your average middle schooler.... if you ignore the murder in his eyes.

"My Father used to say that-"

BANG!

The Joker crumbles to the ground surprising every member of the Wayne family. A small trembling figure is revealed slowly stepping out from behind the clown. Scanning the room for any other potential danger, Y/N reluctantly puts the safety back on.

"Are you guys okay?' Y/N's voice trembles before dutifully untying Bruce.

Five pairs of eyes stare at her in painful silence.

"Where did you get that?" Damien questions breaking the silence.

Making her way down the line, Y/N starts working on Tim's restraints next.

"Alfred stashed a few in case something like this happened. I never thought I would ever need it... Until a van full of clowns passed me on the highway this morning."

An unexpected smile appears on Damien's face. Jason and Dick share a long look. Jason shrugs. Bruce's unreadable gaze suddenly makes her defensive. Before untying Jason, Y/N kicks the Joker. A wheezy laugh echoes across the room. At the pure shock staring back at her, she defends "It's not like I killed him or anything. Have you guys never heard of stand-your-ground laws?"

Jason starts to chuckle to himself. Looking past the horrified reactions of his family to his unlikely savior, he flashes her a grateful smile. Patting her on the back, he says

"Well' I don't know about the rest of them, but I'm sure glad you were here. That was badass."

Sharing an unreadable look with Dick, it doesn't take very long for the rest of the family to snap out of their stupor. Tim and Damien team up to tie up the clown prince of crime while Dick gags him. Once the team realizes it wasn't a lethal shot, jokes run wild.

"Listen, I'm just saying you'll never see Y/N and Deadshot in the same room..." Dick jokes playfully shoving the girl.

"Please if Y/N's skill set resembled any vigilante, it would be Nightwing." Tim continues with a wink.

"Y/N would be great at bow staff, but I sincerally doubt that Nightwing could do colorguard." Jason jokes.

"Ladies. Ladies. You may be right, but my ass would not look as good in the uniform." She interjects, "Man's definitely got me beat there.

"Debatable," Jason comments under his breath.

Dick smacks him lightly on the arm.

Bruce offers the young girl a cold glass of water while steering her away from all the chatter. Y/n gratefully takes it.

"Are you alright?"

Y/n nods slowly.

Bruce's gaze meets hers. It's easy to see why people consider him a playboy. His eyes have the ability to make you feel completely and utterly seen.

"Thank you for protecting my family."

Melting under his earnest gaze, Y/N glances toward the 3 boys dragging Jason away from the Joker. Past the Billionaire heartthrob lies a wearied Father in constant fear of losing his family... again.

"I'm sorry I know you don't like guns. I didn't like the way he was looking at Damien."

Bruce sighs putting a hand on her shoulder. The wrestling brothers draw our attention back to the front of the room.

"I had to do it for old times' sake. Come on!" Jason protests with a smug grin as Tim and Dick drag him away.

Winking at Y/N, Jason weakly waves as the boys leave the room.

A parade of red and blue flashing lights interrupts the show.

Alfred slips into the room wordlessly.

"Master Bruce, Detective Gordan would like a word."

Y/N gasps in surprise.

"Where have you been?"

Alfred stays silent for a moment.

"Who do you think dealt with his goons?"

Batman and Gordon:

In the corner of the room watching the group of young men teasing Y/N, Batman and Gordan exchange glances.

Gordon cracks a smile.

"Seems like a good kid." Gordan

Batman stays silent observing the interactions unfolding before them.

"She has impeccable marksmanship for someone who has never been trained." Batman comments.

Gordon raises an eyebrow. Taking a sip of his coffee, he pauses.

"Are you insinuating something?"

"...No. It's an observation."

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