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from the fic series Like Father Like Son (mind the tags)

A baby in the family - Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : The entire family is in awe faced with Jason’s daughter. Your baby girl is only a few months old, and already has an army at her feet. 

Wanted to write Jason with a baby, and here I am haha. So, let’s go for some cute fluff :). Hope you’ll like this : 

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BRUCE

“I’m going to be honest here, I do not know how to react.” Jason said, absolutely dumbfounded by the scenes unfolding in front of him. 

And to be fair ? You completely understood. 

After all, it wasn’t every day that you’d see THE Batman cry… 

Even rarer were the occasion in which he cried out of happiness. Bruce was pretty sure he could count on one hand the amount of times he felt so happy, tears welled up in his eyes. 

But right now, as Jason just told him : “So long story short, you’re going to be a grandpa soon”, he couldn’t help himself. He just stared at his son, and the corner of his eyes got wet as if on their own. 

Jason Todd. His son. 

The one he lost so many years ago, and only got back since a short while. The one who’s death shattered him, changed him, made him feel like happiness truly was out of his reach. That boy he adopted so long ago, was going to be a dad himself ? Oh and when he said : “you’re going to be a grandpa soon”, the spark in his eyes, the obvious happiness he felt, how far “Red Hood” went on the path of recovery…

How else could Bruce react, but to cry because he just felt overjoyed ?

Because if there was one person in this entire world, to Batman’s eyes, who truly deserved happiness, love, and a bright future…It was his son Jason. 

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Jamal Campbell drawing Jason like I immagine him to be >>>

(Variant Cover for Nightwing #100)

daddy’s girl, part one. jason todd x reader

summary 🔪: in which jason seems to be the only one who sees something off about bruce’s new adoptive daughter 

warning/s 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨: swearing 

slater’s note 🛁: this is going to go roughly but.. i’ll post part two later 

part one, part two

it had been a long time since the last time jason had made a wayne house visit. the interior almost came unfamiliar to him once he entered through the back door, everything dead silent, not even the usual record that alfred would put on when home alone was playing. dead.

jason scratched the back of his head, looking around the spotless kitchen for something that’d clue him onto the daily activities of bruce wayne and his newly whipped up female robin; shamelessly his reason of visiting, wanting to see how much bruce had fucked you up since the last time he had seen you.

it had been one of the first nights bruce had picked you up too. your hair was soaking wet from rain since you had been supposedly taking a walk through the many acres of wayne manor before dick had unintentionally tracked you down, nearly running you over with his car.

dick practically had you by the collar once the two of you entered the house making jason think the both of you had probably met before because jason had never seen dick treat a kid like that unless he was comfortable enough to do so.

“bruce, another trespassing kid!”

jason had gotten up from his position in the parlor, joining dick in the kitchen where he still had a hold on you. you had looked out of your mind uncomfortable, jaw clenched with tense shoulders and clammy looking body with the way cold rain still dripped down your collarbone. 

he smiled to himself, going to fridge before pulling out a beer, “good to see you’ve found yourself a new hobby, grayson.”

“we all gotta find someways to fill our time,” he mumbled sarcastically, obviously impatient, something jason had rarely ever seen from dick, making him guess he was going through something at that time. jason had never asked, even after all this time.

“why don’t you let the kid go,” jason popped the top off, sipping the soft foamed beer while going to sit down at one of the island chairs, leaning forward on his forearms. he had always known dick to go easy on kids when it came to doing stupid things, such as trespassing. especially when some of them reminded him of jason, knowing they all had stories, all had reasons. but for some reason, not this time.

“fourth time this month i’ve caught a kid on the property, i’m getting tired of letting them go.”

you had stayed silent the whole time, rubbing your lips together while rain dripped down from hair and clothes, creating a puddle on the kitchen floor. jason always wondered why you had never said anything, never clued either of them that you weren’t just another trespassing kid. 

“dick, what the fuck are you doing, man,” tim was taken aback for a minute, obviously oblivious to the scene taking place in the kitchen, but now full on scoping it out, his face screwed up like he had ate a lemon slice, eyes trained on dick’s hand gripping your arm tightly making sure you wouldn't get away, which jason highly doubted you’d make any move to do so, even if he wasn’t holding onto you.

“another trespasser, man,” dick looked at tim confused, almost as if it was strange that tim wasn’t on the same level of frustration dick was. 

“dick, that’s fucking y/n.”

dick turned his head, not catching on to what was going on. jason as well narrowed his brows, sipping his beer.

a realization soon came across tim’s face, his features then going light and turning to you, “i’ll get bruce,” he mumbled, turning halfway before telling dick to let you go. 

on the command the two of you unintentionally looked at each other at the same time, as if asking one another what to do. dick slowly let you go, still skeptical of you despite tim’s obvious reassurance of knowing you. 

“relax grayson, i think you scared her enough for her not to leave your side for awhile now,” jason edged out of his chair, slightly smiling as he glanced at the two of you while he exited the room. 

jason remembered originally finding the whole situation really amusing before tim returned with bruce right behind him dressed in a real nice suit, cluing jason to the fact his old man would not be occupying his home that night. yeah, real amusing before it all went to shit when bruce dropped the words. 

“i adopted her, it's different this time.”

jason peaked his head right back around the corner, almost surprised until he realized who bruce was. of course he did it again, of fucking course. 

“different? what do you mean different?” dick voice was on the borderline of being aggressive, like he didn't know what to feel about the situation and he was holding back everything that was telling him bruce had the nature of a repetitive past, and he was going to fuck you up just like the rest of them.

“it means she won't be a robin but she's going to be the equivalent of what robin is,” tim answered for bruce, his statement unsure and hesitant, wondering if he explained it correctly and wondering if dick would be just as accepting as he was, over time. 

“like a spy.”

“you mean you're dragging her into this bullshit too?” jason leaned against the doorway of the kitchen entrance making bruce turn, an almost tired look on his face, now knowing he was in for it with jason and his temper. 

“i’m not dragging her into anything, jason.”

“really?”

it was now that jason really looked at you.

you had your jaw clenched and were still close to dick despite him no longer showing any passive aggressiveness towards your way. and you weren't looking at anyone, your eyes trained in on the floor almost like you were embarrassed or only just trying to vent out everyone’s voices, like you were in your own little world. 

“i really wonder if that’s true, bruce,” jason was then all fired up, the reality of the situation becoming clear to him now. 

dick was silent, his lips now zipped up like a jacket, almost joining your state of mind when realizing jason could handle the situation. he always had enough anger to cover every single one of you in the room. it wasn't like dick had anything to say to bruce himself, there was nothing he could do then, and his mind was beginning to clock out. 

“jason-”

“nah, bruce,” jason motioned his beer in the air, “you do whatever the fuck you want. just know a few years from now, when she’s wanting to kill herself, know, that’s on you.”

so yeah, the last time jason made a home visit, it hadn’t exactly ended in the best of ways, but then again, none of them ever did. 

“hey, todd.” 

tim had appeared out of nowhere, his voice rather calm, not surprised to see jason in the kitchen, staring at he fridge in deep thought. he scooted past him, opening the large silver door only to pull out three bottles of water. 

“what’re you doing here?”

jason pressed his lips together into a thin line, wondering the same question himself, “monthly house visit?” “sure.”

“where’s everyone?”

“training.” 

jason nodded slowly and awkwardly. 

“wanna come with?” tim quirked a brow, not knowing what jason wanted or rather what he was doing there after months of being absent for god knows what and rather out of no where. 

tim knew he should’ve been used to it, but there was always the strange time periods after jason returned from his long times of absences before everything got back to normal. 

“sure.”

jason could hear you before he could see you. the soft grunts and blows sent to one another could be easily heard as it bounced off the cave walls. he had expected to see bruce and dick going at it for old time sake, seeming the blows he could hear were hard, but seeing you took him aback for a moment. 

“come on, grayson, i know you can go harder,” you smirked up at him before dodging a large hit he sent your way aiming for you cheek. you could tell he was getting tired by the way he could barely keep his own smirk up, the exhaustion beginning to weigh in on him. 

“keep talking shit and i might actually have to hit you this time.”

bruce stood aside from the mat, his arms crossed, watching the two of you continue to eat at each other with no expression. jason and tim joined his side, watching dick try harder and harder to get at you before finally landing a punch high on your cheek bone, you returning the move with a blow to his gut. 

“they still going at it?” tim didn't take his eyes off the scene, practically memorized by it. 

“yep,” bruce said lowly, “haven’t stopped since you've been gone.”

“jesus.”

“well, he is the only one who can keep up with her.” 

jason couldn't process that statement. dick was a big guy. a big guy with a lot of energy and could take down any opponent he wanted without breaking a sweat. so how a small girl like you with only months worth of training who was practically kicking his ass was something that jason couldn’t really understand. 

“she on something..?” “i’d doubt so,” tim mumbled, “with her past...”

jason glanced at tim, crossing his arms. with her past. 

the match finally ended when you swept your leg right from underneath dick, taking him for surprise as he had laid on his back for awhile, finally finished with sparring for what looked like awhile. 

“what happened out there, grayson,” jason offered dick his arm, who took his gratefully, also not surprised by seeing jason out of nowhere. 

“she’s kicking my ass, todd,” dick shook his head, admitting almost shamelessly as he took the water tim handed off to him. it was then jason questioned whether or not dick was only going easy on her for the hell of it by the tone of his voice, like he wasn't too concerned about a nimble fairy looking orphan girl was handing his ass to him so easily. 

jason crossed his arms, now staring at you with speculation. you had gone silent, thanking tim lightly for the water that you begun to drink cautiously, not completely oblivious to his presence. 

“no way.” 

“try her out yourself. guarantee you’ll get knocked to the ground faster than i was,” dick grinned, knowing jason wouldn’t pass up a fight to prove his skepticism right, but he also knew jason probably didn't want anything to do with you. 

he didn’t look away from you, his eyes scoping you up and down, deciding whether or not if it was a good idea to accept dick’s challenge. your eyes met his, just as blank as they could get, but waiting for his decision. 

he finally pursed his lips, looking away for second before mumbling, “alright.” 

jason begun to pull off his sweatshirt causing you to gulp by the way his white tee shirt hiding from underneath dragged up his chest, revealing a fair amount of tanned skin and muscle. you diverted your eyes before he'd notice. 

the one time you had ever encountered jason was short and far from sweet. it was hardly formal and it had left you even more shaken up than from before when dick had practically dragged you through the wayne manor yard looking as if he was about to throw you across the grass. all you could do was shake from the wet cold rain silently as dick had given you a hard glare, sending you to shame for no reason other than the fact that he was just plain scary. 

jason proved to be just as frightening when he made his dramatic speech, taking you a moment to process and get your head on straight even as the rest of the wayne family seemed to have not been surprised nor concerned as much as you were. 

“don’t worry about him,” tim had mumbled, giving your arm a tight squeeze after everything had settled down and dick apologized widely, now more soft with his eyes and sympathetic. “it’s just jason.” 

you stepped back onto the mat, readying yourself as jason followed right behind you, stepping in opposed to you, also preparing himself with the bend of his knees. jason didn’t want to hurt you, he really didn't, no matter how easy it was for you take down a person who weighted 100 more pounds than you and no matter how much he loathed bruce. 

“you ready?” you hummed, getting into your fighting stance before jason didn’t hesitate to make the first punch causing you to duck away quite quickly. in return, you swung your leg, jabbing jason in the gut rather hard, taking him by surprise but he retaliated, grabbing onto your thigh and practically pulling you closer. he was hoping to send you to the ground simply from the loss of balance, then no harm done, but you had other plans. 

you hopped before shoving yourself forward, practically launching yourself onto jason, sending the both of you to the ground, you on top. jason inhaled sharply, obviously not expecting how promptly you straddled him, catching him off guard. and it felt wrong, not only in general but with the fact of it being right in front of three other people. 

you looked shameless, staring down at him with the same dead of expression eyes. you got up steadily then, not bothered with the past position causing jason to think of you as naive minded. you offered your arm which he took almost hesitantly. 

and again, you adjusted to your fighting position. 

you had knocked jason to his ass this time just like you had done to dick. it once more stunned him, not understanding how. it didn’t matter how strong one was but rather how quick one could think up ways to beat another, something you could do so easily while jason rather relied on what he could do with overpowering someone with his body.

“again?”

he was hesitant, “yeah, sure.”

“you don’t have to worry.”

jason glanced to bruce and the rest of the boys on the side of the mat, watching contently, “what?”

“you don’t have to hold back,” you slightly laughed breathily, giving him a look that seemed so unfamiliar coming from your face, relaxed and even the slightest bit joyful. “i can take it.”

jason quirked a brow, “you sure, kid?”

you nodded cuing jason to once again throw the first punch, this time harder and quicker, now taking you for your word despite still being unsure with the way you held such vulnerability high in your eyes, something he could recognize from the first time he had saw you. 

you took a few punches to the gut and jaw without a second gasp, not much fazed to how hard he threw blows your way. in return you provided the same amount of muscle and power, thinking of how you'd knock him down to his feet this time. 

it wasn’t until you threw one initial punch that fazed him more than ever. your fist struck high upon his nose with a loud crack causing him to fall back a few steps, checking himself as almost immediately blood begun to seep out. 

“goddamn,” he held his hand high trying to prevent the blood from touching the mat, creating a small puddle of crimson red to form and drip. 

“shit, jason,” you approached him with a small embrace, your hands going to his deliverance while wrapping your fingers around the wrist that was cupping his blood. 

“grab alfred, she might have broke his nose,” bruce called after dick while grabbing a couple of tissues for jason, walking steadily over onto the mat before handing you the tissues to aid the man before you. 

“broke my nose?” jason quirked a brow making tim smirk his way. 

“she broke dick’s last month.”

you could only shrug looking sympathetic as you now held stuffed tissue up his nose. jason couldn’t help but lightly smile in a slightly impressed expression. jason had had his nose broken so many times he could barely feel it anymore, so it wasn’t rather a surprise when informed his nose was a bit out of place, but rather the fact that you were the one who broke it. 

once you all had met alfred halfway through the manor, he already had all the bandages and supplies to pop jasons nose back into place. it wasn’t exactly something he expected from the house visit, but he had to admit, it all could have turned out worse. 

“i’m sorry about your nose,” you looked up at him, wincing slightly as you glanced at the bandages tightly wrapped around his nose, bruising already beginning to form around his eyes just as it had done with dick—hours after you had also broke his nose, only that time, swinging your leg straight at his face. “i didn’t mean-”

“it’s fine,” he cut you off, digging in his front black sweatpants pocket before pulling out a crumpled up pack of cigarettes, beginning to walk away for a long needed smoke break. 

you watched him walk down the wide dimly lit hallway, his lighter being fished from his other pocket, sparking up with two metal rolled clicks. smoke flew up and soaked the air rather fast, his hand dropping to his side where his cigarette burned.

“you really think i’m going to kill myself, after all this?” you called after him loudly, your voice filled with genuine curiosity, light and wondrous. not snarky, like he’d expected, which you'd have a right to. 

he stopped, shocked, not expecting those words to come from your mouth. jason wasn’t sure whether or not he wanted to answer that question, cursing himself for stopping. he should've just ignored you. he was hesitant, slowly turning to face you by tipping back and forth on his feet till his eyes met yours. 

he bit the inside of his cheek, rubbing his lips together before really looking at you, eyes traveling away from the carpet but to your now prying eyes. jason inhaled slightly, his chest tightening when he thought more and more about what to say. 

“i wouldn't.. think about that too much,” he murmured, his head adjusting to the side a bit. “but don’t rule it out from your options..”

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the next time you saw jason, his nose was relieved from bandages and looked as close to normal as his nose could get. and this time he wasn't up for a round to get his ass kicked against you, but rather just to watch. 

his arms were slacked against the metal railing while he watched from the upper level, trying to analyze your technique better than the last time he had seen you. jason kissed his teeth before pushing himself up from his leaning position, hustling down the small set of stairs to join bruce’s side where he analyzed one of the many large computer screens before him. 

“where’d you find her,” jason crossed his arms, now hovering, wanting answers for questions that bruce knew would be coming, not necessarily from jason, but from one of the boys. 

“picked her up right outside of gotham,” bruce mumbled, typing away at his work. 

“what's wrong with her?”

bruce shook his, “nothings wrong with her, jason.” 

“bullshit, bruce. all of your kids got problems. hell even golden boy has issues.” bruce shook his head, but said nothing as he continued to work away. jason sighed, looking over to dick trying to plow you before you once again earned the upper hand. 

“i’m holding a christmas ball next week,” bruce mumbled, almost cringing with giving the information away, “you wanna know her so bad, you should come. but if you do, it’s cocktail casual, not jason casual.”

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cocktail casual was not jason’s type of thing, but he couldn't help but obey when alfred caught him halfway through the house, making his way to the ballroom. the old man had shoved him into one of the many rooms with a suit that would fit him perfectly.

he found you outside on the party balcony. the cold gotham weather hadn’t seemed to bother you as you sat there comfortably on a step, your knees pulled to your chest as you had a cigarette pushed between your fingers. 

you had a pretty green ball gown dress placed tightly around your chest while flowering out around from the waist down. it complimented you skin, making it glow with the full moon glistening down upon you. a silver chain wrapped highly around your neck also caught his sight, his lips rubbing together as he tried to examine it better from afar. 

a bruce gift, he guessed.

“not much of a party goer are you?” jason quirked a brow, taking a seat next to you with his hand gripping the neck of a champaign bottle tightly that he had found on a waiter’s tray. 

“only when there isn’t any booze involved,” you mumbled, glancing at the bottle from the corner of your eye before lifting your hand close to your face, allowing the cigarette to touch your lips. 

“bruce not allowing even a little christmas cheer?” jason hummed, swinging the champaign bottle back and forth as if taunting you, as if swinging a piece of meat in front of a dog, smirking before taking a swig. 

“dick,” you mumbled, grabbing the bottle from his loose grip, smiling slightly just as he did, glancing at you as you took a drink of your own. “bruce won’t allow me a drink until i’m out of the house.”

jason chuckled lowly, taking the bottle back into his own hand, “that’s too bad, robin.”

you turn to look at jason at the sound of the nickname, he looked back, his eyes beginning to look as if they were falling into a drunkenness, filled with a gleam and desire. you shook your head as you pulled the bottle from his hand, tipping the bottle high to fall into your mouth, the sour taste going down easy and fast. 

“you sure know how to handle your liquor,” he mumbled, diverting his gaze to the dark sky filled with millions of stars and one big moon. 

“years of practice.” 

“how old are you anyways, kid?”

“seventeen.” 

“hmp,” it was strange to jason as to why bruce recruited you at such an old age. not that it was a bad idea or anything due to you catching on fast, but jason and the rest of his adopted sibling were a lot younger when bruce ever first played eyes on them. “fast learner.”

“something like that.”

jason’s eyes traveled back to your neck where the thick piece of silver still laid on your neck so simply, the appearance of it now becoming clearer to him as he mumbled the words so clearly carved into the silver, daddy’s girl. jason’s hand reached for it, his thumb grazing over the carving making you tense up to the warmth of his palm pressing against your collarbone. 

that was definitely not a bruce gift. 

the older man you had all collectively called father at some point in time usually gifted each one of his adopted kids some kind of piece of jewelry the first event he always held a couple of days after their arrival. 

dick got a solid gold ring just as jason did, just as tim did. each one matching the other, representing a (reoccurring) bond each one of them had at some point in time. jason had guessed bruce would have gotten something similar for you, but never anything like the chain you were sporting on your neck. 

daddy’s girl. 

too weird. bruce would’ve bought you a steak if he wanted to get that personal. 

“nice.. silver.” 

you knew he knew something was up, you glanced at him, sipping from the bottle once again, “thanks.” 

“bruce give that to you?” he wasn’t very good at playing it off. 

“no.”

“no?” “he got me a gold heart shaped locket,” you popped your lips, nodding dizzily. 

“sounds like bruce...” 

“good guy.”

jason scoffed suddenly, shaking his head, seeing the naive part of you now, “yeah sure, whatever you say, kid,” he looked disgusted, now not looking at you as he thought about all the times bruce wayne wasn't a good guy. “i took you as someone smarter.” 

“yeah, okay, redhood,” you rolled your eyes looking to him, “don’t act like you’re someone any better than he is.”

“don’t be a fucking cunt.”

you inhaled sharply, your back straightening at his words. oh how you hated that word.

“i’m not sorry i broke your nose,” you turned your head slowly to look at him with your low gaze filled with something that seemed odd to be coming from you. no remorse. “you’re a fucking dick, i should've knocked you to your ass the moment i met you.” 

“wow, sweetheart,” his eyebrows raised, trying to cover the inner part of him the was taken aback by your sudden change in attitude, “what’s with the sudden change in personality, i thought you were daddy’s sweet princess?”

you scoffed lightly, sipping more from the almost absent fancy alcohol, “no one’s ever actually who they say they are.”

“where’d you get the chain from?” “it was a gift,” you sucked on your long neglected cigarette, looking away from jason as he was beginning to irritate you.

“from who?” “take a guess.” he scoffed, “i don’t plan on staying out here all night.”

“well that’s too bad,” you stood up steadily from the step before throwing your shortened cigarette over the balcony. “guess you’ll never know.”

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daddy’s girl, part two. jason todd x reader

summary: jason will do anything to prove he’s right, especially when it comes to his suspicion of you.

warning/s: swearing, unedited, gif not mine, very minor mention of sex and drug trafficking

slater’s note: uhh the titans season 3 trailer came out and that kinda gave me motivation to write for jason (even though i don’t take curran as the f/c)

part one, part two

jason watched you go with the flex of his jaw, his eyes drifting to the city lights before looking back through the glass door you had exited through. he tightened the grip he had around champagne bottle to the point his knuckle turned white and he swore he could feel the thick glass crack beneath his strong grip. 

he got up fast once you had fully disappeared after sliding yourself between bodies so fast and so easily. he threw the green champagne bottle to the ground, hearing it shatter from contact of the cement. 

something was not right.

he shoved people lightly out of the way as he made way to the exit of the ballroom in attempt to catch up with you, and lucky for him, you weren’t in any rush as you were only five feet away once he turned the corner with your dress flying around your waist mesmerizingly. 

“hey,” he called after you but you only kept walking while cursing at yourself for wearing the silver chain and going off on him. it was just too easy and he pissed you off enough for you to want to straggle him.. you knew who he was, what he had done, and how he felt so shameless about it.

you almost got away, telling yourself you just needed to cool down but jason had a hold of both your arms, pressing you up against the nicely wallpapered walls before you could get any further. 

“i’m going to ask you this once,” you could smell the alcohol practically leaking from his breath as his face was so close to yours, fierce and skeptical. “who gave you that necklace, some boyfriend of yours?”

“why are you so quick to guess it’s a boyfriend?” you quirked a brow, slightly smirking as you leaned closer. “you make all your girlfriends call you ‘daddy’, jason?”

the quirk of your brow and tip of your head in mock almost made him snap, but he suppressed it with the gripping of his hand tightly as he moved it above your head, but he couldn’t erase the light red that slowly spread across his cheeks and it made your smirk expand even more. the red almost wouldn’t be so visible if it weren’t for how close the two of you were.

“right,” you nodded, content with his silence as you slowly pushed him off.

he didn’t resist, watching you slowly make your way back down the hall where the staircase that lead to your rooms were. he contemplated going after you, calling after you, anything to have the upper hand once again but he couldn’t think of anything as he clasped his chin tightly, thinking of how off putting you suddenly were. how angry.

“oh, and jason,” your voice caught him, his eyes lifting to your own as you had stopped in your place halfway down the hall, turning slightly. “the next time you decide to do a run down on your father’s new daughter, don’t use alcohol as a way to get her to talk.. it could give the wrong idea.”

he frowned deeply, walking away before you could. 

were you blackmailing him?

jason ran a hand down his face while making his way back in the ballroom, not planning on staying much longer but rather only to say goodbye to dick, who was well out of his mind drunk from what jason could see out of the corner of his eye. 

he was dancing, laughing hysterically with girls attached to each of his hips, fully sporting out the true dick grayson he was. jason couldn't help but smile to himself as he grabbed onto a drink from a passing waiter, downing it as he shook his head, always finding amusement when dick got drunk. always flirting and always full of energy, never failing to leave smiles on faces. 

“you two seemed to have hit it off.” 

jason turned to see tim leaned up against the bar with a bottle of water, his eyebrows raised. it made jason roll his eyes slightly, almost guessing tim knew of the rift that suddenly was put in between the two of you. 

“yeah,” jason leaned against the bar with him, “best friends.” 

tim chuckled a little before sipping his water, “she’s a spitfire, isn’t she?”

“no kidding,” jason swallowed down the rest of his whisky filled glass before his eyes landed back on dick who was slowly dragging himself out of the crowd of women that surrounded him, making his way in the direction of him and tim. “a little nasty.” 

tim shook his head in amusement before dick joined his other side with a rather wide smile on his face. he tapped the top of the bar, signaling the bartender to slide him a drink, “you two enjoying yourselves?”

“not as much as you, dicky,” jason took ahold of another glass of whisky, smirking at his brother who had begun to down another glass of alcohol. 

it wasn’t exactly a usual thing for dick to get drunk out of his mind, but it was christmas after all and there was no sign of alfred or bruce’s figure to offer a shameful glare to him. 

“loosen up, jason,” dick clapped the boy on the back, “you looked like you were out on the balcony with y/n... where is she anyway?” his eyes were going everywhere at once, reaching the ceiling, the floor, and sometimes lightly grazing tim and jason’s faces as he spoke. 

jason exhaled sharply, “i wasn’t going to say this, but there is something very off about that girl.” 

tim looked to dick before they both looked back to jason, both very amused at his words and tone. dick downed the last of his drink before scoffing lightly, “you sure you aren’t just jealous that bruce found a new stubborn, hard headed teen that soaks up most of his time?”

jason scowled before dry laughing along with them.

“what’s up, jay,” dick fell from his drunken state by the snap of his fingers, turning serious as he put down his glass, elevating his body so he’s facing jason better. “not so fond of the girl who can beat your ass?”

tim and dick giggled lowly. 

“no,” he dipped his head a little low, dumbfounded at the fact they weren’t taking his words seriously, “she’s fucking weird.” 

“weird?” tim’s eyebrows raised, sipping his drink as if trying to hide the redness in his cheeks, “wow, okay, we're getting a little.. technical here.” 

“look, i’ve met many weird girls and she definitely isn’t one of them.”

“no one cares about the weird girls you’ve slept with, grayson,” jason waved him off, his eyes closed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “this is different, there’s something off about her, alright?”

“there's something off about all of us, todd,” tim put down his water bottle, also maneuvering himself to face jason a bit better, “i mean bruce picked her himself, why would she be anything normal?”

“you both are alike jason, maybe that’s why you think she's odd,” dick nodded, diverting his attention from the two of his brothers, more specifically jason before pushing up and off the bar, ready to submerge himself with women once more. 

°•

the air was cold and the last of the gotham snow was melting away as spring was slowly setting in with the lessen of snow fall and increase of rainfall. this was something that jason always enjoyed as he would watch the slush fall into the sewer drains with the push of the rain while he drove through the city on his motorcycle. 

it had been months since jason had made an appearance in the old wayne manner.. like usual and something none of you were quite surprised by, especially you. 

it didn’t take long for you to figure out the habits and insights of jason todd. despite only having three occurrences with him, you were smart enough to fill in the pieces you hadn’t figured out yet from asking your rather opened mouth brothers who took your questions as a curious mind.. and it was a given for anyone who has encountered jason todd to ask questions. 

with your last occurrence with the man, you would have guessed you would have never saw him again, but with your readings on him, you would have also guessed you would being seeing him very much with his obvious curiosity as to who you were.. he was very unsettled by you. 

you weren’t home when he had first arrived but rather at the gotham private school bruce had enrolled you in almost immediately after you had been adopted. 

you hated it. 

alfred had dropped you off at the front door before driving off toward the garage, leaving you to your after school routine that concluded sulking in your bedroom for an hour before you emerged back into the real world where you did your homework and helped alfred with dinner. 

you were quite the treat, well behaved, and well mannered despite jason’s belief that you were anything but that. a liar to be more specific, or even someone who knew how to manipulate people real well. whatever it was... he knew you were hiding something. 

you entered the manner with your lips pressed into a thin line as you ran your fingers through the pages of the book you held, deeply soaked in the words that you whispered to yourself before you stopped walking, reading the last of the page before looking up and over rather quickly into the parlor where you saw the familiar figure of jason. 

he was staring at you blankly, making it hard for you to read him. 

you returned the expression, looking him up and down before allowing your backpack to slowly fall from your shoulders to your forearm, stuffing your book into the bag, “long time no see, todd.”

he stays silent, keeping himself comfortable with his arms stretched across the top of the couch. 

“bruce isn’t here if you were-”

“i’m not here for bruce.” he said nothing more creating the atmosphere to be even more uncomfortable and strange than it already was. 

you rose your eyebrows, slightly leaning back, “okay..?”

you walked away. 

within the couple months jason had been absent from your life and the rest of the adoptive children of bruce, he had been conducting business that circulated all around you. 

no matter how he tried, he couldn’t get you out of his head after the stupid christmas eve ball. with your silk green dress and that stupid familiar looking silver chain and-and your quick spiteful attitude after he had trashed bruce’s name. he couldn’t stop replaying your words and body language in his mind.. all in attempt to get a better read on you, but he failed... leading him to-

“where have you been, kid?”

jason looked up to see dick with his shoulders sunken and looking rather exhausted through his eyes. the whole reason he had came to the manor in the first place was because of dick, wanting to finally prove that there was something up with you. 

“sit down, grayson.” 

he sighed, quirking a brow, “what is it this time?” 

“you seen that chain around her neck?”  “who's neck?” dick took a seat in one of the parlor leather chairs across from jason. 

“y/n’s.”

he sighed again, diverting his eyes from jason as he thought about how ridiculous this conversation just got, “what about the chain, jason?”

“you know what’s on there right? what it says?”

“’daddy’s girl’, yeah, so what? a gift from bruce, he got all of us a piece of jewelry,” dick rose his left hand for examination, showing the gold ring that laid on his index finger that bruce had gifted him years ago. 

jason scoffed, “’daddy’s girl’? c’mon grayson, you know that’s fucking weird, especially for bruce. besides he’s not cheap. he got her a gold locket, not a silver chain,” he watched dick frown, now thinking about it a little deeper, “your a detective grayson, you’d think you’d be just as skeptical as me in the first place.” 

dick crossed his arms, “boyfriend..?” the thought was mortifying to him sense dick felt like an older brother to you, but he couldn’t rule it out.

jason looked at him, licking the inside of cheek as his face lightly turned red at the memory of him saying the same thing and your reply, “no. she said no.” 

“okay then don’t look at me like i’m some weirdo when i know you thought the exact same thing.”  “i never said you were-” “but you looked at me-” “dick, don’t,” jason gave him a pointed look, “it’s deeper than that.” “what is?” “the goddamn chain.” 

dick stayed silent before nodding his head, signaling jason to elaborate. 

“i thought it looked rather familiar, and i had been kicking myself all night the moment i saw it, knowing i had seen it before somewhere until i finally looked back through all the old missions bruce and i had been through and.. goddamn fucking bingo,” jason threw a file on the parlor coffee table, causing it to slightly slide closer to dick. he stared at the manila folder hesitantly before looking back up jason, “the old reodem rich case.. sex and drug trafficker who owned at least a dozen strip clubs, each with twenty girls all branded the same with a silver chain all engraved with ‘daddy's girl’.” 

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glass house.

pairings. stepbro!jason todd x fem!reader

about. jason never thought much about you until the two of you bumped into each other on a night that was a product of sneaking out

warnings. swearing, stepcest but fr, underage drinking

ricky rocks. hm

jason was never someone you had ever considered to be close with until the two of you had accidentally caught one another sneaking out of the house at the same time.

before that, if you were ever asked who your favorite brother was, you probably would have said dick; which was understandable. he was your big brother, a role model and everyone knew without a doubt dick was a charmer. he had a natural appeal to him that just drew your attention to him. it was no secret and to say the least, it had jason jealous. he really never was one to care, especially of you, but when his body had slammed into yours on that late friday night at around one in the morning; everything flipped into a world he was unfamiliar of.

he became more aware of you. it was as if you really hadn’t ever existed in his world due to you sticking to your own and him doing the same. hell, he wouldn’t have had a relationship with dick if it weren’t for patrol, and that was kind of out of question for the two of you due you not sharing the same interest in jumping off roofs and kicking bad-guys asses as he did. which he didn’t understand; upon closer examination, jason came to the conclusion you would probably have no problem out on the streets from how physically fit you were and the amount of time you had caused tim and dick to fall on their asses in combat.

he only could come to the conclusion that you were scared, but like him, you put up a front that was hard for anyone to see through. that wasn’t the only thing so similar about the two of you, and that’s what killed him.

“come here often?” he heard your pained, yet silent laugh fill the cold night air after the two of you had both came to realization of who each of you had knocked to the ground- well more or so you since the sound of your voice came out as unfamiliar to his ears until the moonlight highlight your face when you came closer to him, helping him to his feet.

he scoffed a little, recovering, “more than i like.” he was referring to the fact that you both were just barely hanging on to the slanted roof; always finding this the most difficult part of sneaking out.

you laughed a little back, “you and me both,” before continuing on with your escape route.

he almost caught himself dumbfounded, watching your figure easily maneuver down the gutter pipe making it obvious this was far from your first time sneaking out of wayne manor.

the next time jason had seen you was the morning after; with your school uniform neatly and tightly wrung around your body, drinking the glass of orange juice alfred had just poured you.

there was no sign of last nights mess on your body.

“good morning, children,” bruce had entered the kitchen, slapping his newspaper on the island counter before making his way towards the coffee pot, pressing a kiss on the back of your head within the process.

it made jason smirk to himself. out of all bruce’s adoptive children, you were definitely bruce’s favorite. you made dick look like a fool with the amount of academic awards and pictures of you bruce had hung up in his study, all correlating to you and only you. there was no doubt you were a daddy’s girl and bruce’s little princess.

but at night, it seemed you were almost as low as jason was with sneaking out to god knows where in the middle of the night, only to come home in the earlier hours of the morning to put back up the facade your adoptive father loved so much.

jason couldn’t suppress a laugh as he drunk from his own glass of orange juice, causing you to look up at him. you shook your head but couldn’t help but smile at him.

“are you alright, master todd?”

jason nodded, wiping the corner of his mouth as he straightened back up into his full posture, “just thought of something dick said earlier.. made me laugh.” he tried his best to play it off but timing wasn’t his friend for dick walked in.

“what’d i say earlier?”

“yeah, dick almost never says anything funny,” you snickered causing dick to glare at you as he pulled a strand of your hair lightly.

jason coughed, “m’ don’t remember.”

you narrowed your brows as they all did before mouthing ‘nice save’.

°•

he knew your laugh. he learned it well and he learned it quickly— recently. he couldn’t miss it, not even in the crowded underground bar gotham’s grunge and grime hid. he almost thought he was delusional with seeing nothing but blurry faces with how fast his head shot up; but none of those faces were yours.

you knew jason was there. it wasn’t hard to miss his tall, muscular, brooding figure the moment he walked through the door alone. even though he looked as if he didn’t want to be noticed with his black attire. it made you smile into your beer as your eyes couldn’t help but follow him as he walked swiftly toward the back of the crowded bar, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets.

it took awhile and you were surprised he didn’t see you sooner as you glided through the crowd to the small booth he sat at in the corner; cradling a glass of whiskey. you held down your smile, thinking of how much bruce and jason were alike— even if jason didn’t want to realize it.

“i want to show you something.”

he looked up at you, almost looking relieved, but frowned to cover any sign of lightness drawn into his face as he looked down at his drink before back up to you. your expression was unimpressionable as he attempted to examine what was going through your head, but your visage was blank and your mannerism was still until you smiled and turned away.

you were like a stranger. everything about you impenetrable, but that was only because his mind was in a haze. something not normal for jason. he was lost in a fog, in a chase after you and you called to him leading him further into obscurity… and onto a roof.

the gotham wind was hard and damp with the taste of rain hidden deep within it. the sky was as dark as it always was and nothing else… just dark with factory smoke and tall buildings covering the stars. you were always so grateful that wayne manor was planted so far from the city that not even the pollution could cover the bright stars.

but sometimes the dark was nice.

“you always drink alone?” you looked back at him over your shoulder with a sly look, your hair swirling around your head, his mind going crazy, not being able to focus straight with you right in front of him. “you know you could do that at home, for free.”

jason smiled a little, brushing his knuckle against his nose. he looked to the sky with the tilt of his head and he could suddenly only hear wind with his eyes put closed and mind suddenly desolated. you watched him for a moment, it was strange and you almost wondered if the right person followed you onto the rooftop because jason never had peaceful tendencies.

was he drunk?

“hey,” he was knocked to reality as you lightly held his forearm, smiling, almost concerned, “c’mere.” you tilted your head in the direction of the edge of the roof, still holding his forearm before it slid down to his hand.

oh?

you lead him right to the edge where a lining of brick railing kept the two of you from falling to your death since the both of you were practically leaning all the way up onto rail, just asking to die.

he watched you search for something as you were practically pushed up in your tiptoes. he could see it in your eyes how desperate you were with how wide your eyes were and how you gripped his wrist now instead of his hand, almost as if that was giving you an advantage to sight.

“there it is,” you smiled, relaxing as you were now flat on your feet and you let go of his wrist, “look right there.” you now extended out your arm, pointing to the left of the two of you.

now jason had to be blind or just plain oblvious because you were sure that where you were pointing was clear and what you were pointing at was hard to miss.

“what are we looking at,” he narrowed his brows as he adjusted himself quickly, attempting to see what you were seeing.

“jason,” you deadpanned, looking at the side of his face as he continued to look. you exhaled, shaking your head before dropping your palm flat, “give me your hand.” he looked to you, raising a brow before slowly placing his hand in yours. you made his hand into a fist before pulling out his pointer finger, “now follow your finger, jay.”

you moved it to the building, the big glass building on one of the many hills in the background of the city. it was clear like ice, it wasn’t hard to spot, not if you had observant eyes. but right now jason’s eyes seemed to be clouded and the only thing he really wanted to look at was you.

“you see it now?”

he didn’t answer, but you could tell he hadn’t.

you got frustrated with him fast as you still held his hand pointing in some random direction, but now you grasped the side of his face with your right hand after planting yourself close and in front of him. there was little to no space between your back and his chest where you were now pushing the side of his head toward where you were looking and maneuvering his arm better so he was pointing where you wanted him to see.

“look along the hillside, close one of your eyes if it helps.”

he couldn’t even breathe. the smell of your shampoo and perfume was overwhelming. he could no longer feel the wind with the warmth of your body replicating on his, let alone could he hear it; it was only his heart beat and your breathing.

he tried hard, now looking where you were wanting him to look and he saw it. he didn’t know how he missed it but he also saw nothing special about it. it was only glass, and he didn’t get the point of it; everyone could see in if they wanted and the only reason the glass wasn’t shattered was because of how far it was up on the hill side. because that was the thing, everything clear and pure was to be broken in good ole’ gotham.

“i always wonder… about what goes on inside,” you whisper, you body relaxing and pressing even closer to his warm body.

“does it matter?”

you hummed, “maybe not,” you tilted away from him, hoisting your leg on top of the railing so that you were now adjusting yourself to stand at a higher ground. “but i still think it’s nice.”

jason stared up at you with his brows furrowed.

“it’s something to think about.”

you begun to walk, your arms outstretched on either sides of you, carefully placing one foot in front of the other.

“y/n,” jason watched you, his steps following yours, now on edge with how careless you seemed to be. he didn’t realize till now how tipsy you must be, otherwise he swore you wouldn’t have been getting so close to the edge in your right mind.

“relax, todd, i won’t go jumping on you,” you took his hand once he reached it out for you, hoping to pull you down, but you still trudged back and forth with a trip in your walk, increasing his anxiety. “you need to relax, you’re always so fucking uptight and quiet and you don’t say anything and-and-”

your foot slipped sending the weight of your body to the edge more quickly than you could process. you felt your whole stomach flip upside down once there was no stable ground beneath you and gravity ate you whole. and if it weren’t for jason, your body would have been a little puddle on the busy streets of gotham.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” you had him pulled up on the railing, reaching over and desperately making sure he still had ahold of you. he felt he had been struck; his adrenaline pumping and he suddenly became hyper aware of everything that was going on just between the two of you. he could see the shock in your eyes and how they were quickly swelling into fear. he could hear your breathing- he was surprised you were breathing- but it was quick and shaky and you were scared. “y/n, hold on for me, don’t let go.”

your eyes were wide and they burned as the last thing on your mind was letting go. you were more concerned he’d be the one to let go of your body due to it practically flailing around; desperate, horrified. you could only hear your heart, and then the cars below, and then just barely jason’s panicked voice.

“give me your other hand,” he reached, “look at me, give me your other hand, y/n/n-”

“jason-”

“you’re going to be okay, just give me your other fucking hand.”

you tried to control your breathing, everything felt numb but the burning feeling of jason’s skin squeezing around yours. you almost swore you didn’t have another arm- but you swung your loose arm around before slapping it into jason’s other grip. he let out a breath of relief, now hoisting you up quickly till you were on the roof safely and pressed against him.

his arm was strung around your waist while the other clutch your head almost cradling it as you hugged yourself to him tightly. he shook his head resisting the urge to scold your dumbass. jason no longer felt drunk off bliss of your presences but rather like he had been punched in the stomach with a reality check. he felt winded even as you were completely fine now, clutching his body like a cat.

°•

“surprised you’re not roof top climbing tonight.”

you froze at the sound of his voice, slightly tipping your head in a wincing motion. you knew this moment would come, even if jason and you weren’t close, there still was going to be moment where you’d run into each other, and this was it. jason was spread out on the living room couch with a book in his hand, his eyes still on the paperback but his attention on you; waiting.

it was 11:30 pm and you were still winded from two nights ago. mostly because you were embarrassed and you couldn’t get through a dinner without your cheeks heating up in clear remembrance of foolishly climbing onto a thin railing and falling.. and so many other things that probably shouldn’t have been executed with your stepbrother.

“uh, i think i’m probably going to refrain from climbing anything taller than six feet,” you scratched your neck nervously as you glanced at him. he snorted, extending his arm behind his head causing his bicep to flex.. fuck. “what?”

“how’re you gonna see your glass house?”

you’re lips unintentionally lifted and you now walked closer to where jason was so comfortably laid out. he looked up to you, placing his book aside. you sat in the large leather chair across with him, no longer feeling embarrassment.

“maybe when i don’t get drunk after two shots, i can trust myself again,” you shrugged and there was a ghost of a smile on his face. “unless you’re willing to catch me again.”

it was a joke, but you could tell he was pondering it by the way his eyes diverted from yours for just a second and pressed his knuckle against his top lip. his eyes reached yours once again, and he didn’t try to hide his smile this time, “anything for you, doll.”

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get to know you.

pairings. dick grayson x fem!reader

part one of n/a.

about. a new neighbor arrives in town in the midst of a murder spree, but reader isn’t scared despite this new neighbor warning her.

warnings. small age gap, reader is of age, swearing, and mentions of murder

ricky rocks. this is to test the waters... next part will be a little frisky, but if this creates a negative outcome... i'll let it be. this was also meant to be posted in october 💀

well aren’t you a pretty sight.

dick always loved a pretty face. especially ones with doe eyes that shared a shy nature and kind hearted intentions. it made his heart swell and he couldn’t help but let it dwell on his mind the moment these feature entered his visions.

especially you.

oh, you.

the moment dick moved into this suburban area, he had expected nothing less than older couples waiting for their deathbed and newly started families with toddlers and golden retrievers that hosted block parties during july. it wasn’t something he was excited about, but it wasn’t something he minded. nothing that would bother him as he settled into a normal life; a life away from what chased him.

so, you; you and your wild eyes and smiling face was the last thing he expected within this newly paper cut life.

“i’m y/n,” your hand reached for his and he almost didn’t take it from how off putting your presences was.

“dick grayson,” his hands were cold and calloused and it almost made you jolt from your place on his porch. his facial features were rough with his lips pressed into a thin line giving you the impression your presences was unwanted with how unsure he was about you already.

it made you swallow roughly, diverting your eyes for a moment before removing your hand from his own, “i live next door, i’m just here to introduce myself and my parents.. even though my parents aren’t here,” you look back to him where his eyes were waiting for yours, full of skepticism, still trying to figure you out, still trying to decipher whether or not your presence was a threat. “welcome.”

welcome, indeed.

°•

the new life of suburbia suited dick rather well, more than he thought it would, and more than he would actually like to admit.

after your warm welcome, people had only then just begun to line and shake dick’s hand, welcoming him to the neighborhood. no matter how many people he met, he didn’t get used to it. he was still just as cold and as stiff when he first met you and it made you laugh as you’d watch from your porch swing.

it was more entertainment than a tv could bring; from the moment the door bell rang and you could see dick through his living room window let out a obvious and exhausted sigh, prying himself from his soft looking grey sofa, to the moment he’d have to accept the house warming gifts he could no longer deny. you shook your head as he had looked down at a pie neatly placed in his palms, looking completely disoriented as if he had no idea what to do with it.

“you’re supposed to eat it,” you called over to him, now fully drawing your attention away from your book, smiling in amusement as he slowly begun to look up at you; surprised.

“having fun over there?”

“much,” you shifted now on the porch swing you were sat on, trying your best to face him better. “i love watching people when they make there first encounter with another human being.”

he narrowed his brows, now seeming to walk closer to you with how much his deck allowed, “what’s that supposed to mean?” he set his pie down on the white railing so he could cross his arms, unintentionally flexing his tan biceps. it catches you off guard, your eyes now having a hard time deciding whether or not to focus on his face or his very.. hot arms..

“nothing,” you coughed, recovering, “it just seems like you’ve never met another person.. ever.”

the sound of a struggled laugh came from his mouth as he tipped his head down before looking back up at you, “that bad, huh?”

your face screwed up in enthusiasm, “just a little.”

he laughed a little, a genuine one that made your stomach jump in place. it was like only now you realized how attractive the man ten feet away from you was.

“you want this pie?” he lifted it up, motioning it your way to which you quickly denied, shaking your head.

“got one of those two years ago,” you kissed your teeth, “would not recommend eating.”

he smiled, nodding, “thanks for the advice.”

you could tell his sudden burst of socialism was dying as he shifted backwards on his feet, moving toward his front door. it made you frown but you moved faster than he could, making your own way to your front door, already waving him off, “well that’s what neighbors are for, dick grayson.”

he watched you close the door with a frown, a feeling of solitude instantly overcoming him with how abrupt that had suddenly became.

what was your rush?

°•

it was about another month till dick had had another interaction with you and he had found himself counting down the days till that moment.

life wasn’t so bright for him within those new days of a life he was still trying to get used to, but when he saw you; he felt quite opposite. until he shoved his foot down his throat, forcing himself away from the window where he’d see your face in the mornings.

but this interaction had occurred within the night where the sun was no where to be seen and the stars were what lighted up the sky. dick found it calming as he would stand outside for only a few minutes, allowing the cold and quiet midnight air to consume his skin- until it was disturb by you and your friends, sauntering up the sidewalk.

“your parents allow you out of the house this late?” he cursed at himself the moment his words filled the air, but he couldn’t help himself as he narrowed his vision on you, attempting to figure out how much of you was in their right mind.

you scoffed, taken aback by his question, “you’re not going to rat on me, are you dick?”

his lips twitch for a split second into an almost smile as he leaned forward onto his forearms on the deck railing. your words and head tilt reminded him of jason when he was much younger and filled to the brim with mischief.

"my parents are out of town, dick grayson," you slaunted over to him, looking a little crooked and giving him the impression that you must have been tipsy. "not that it's any of your business, but they'll be gone till monday."

it's silent and he takes a moment to study your face; it being more brightened and filled with warmth from your red cheeks. you seemed more inviting, more relaxed, nothing could knock you from your high cloud at that moment and he could only guess it was from liquid courage, "you should come over sometime," you smiled a little more, eyeing him just as he was you before leaning away and toward your house where your friends had already invited themselves in.

oh boy.

you were already so…

"you know it's not smart to invite someone you don't know inside," he shift on his feet to face you where you had stopped to listen to his words, "especially with all that news going around about teenage girls getting killed because of their kind heart."

you smiled to yourself before turning back around to face him, tilting your head once again in that jason-way, "i'm not scared."

there was a large bearing within the month of october that lead to many women locking up their windows and doors tightly on fear of what laid outside. but even then, the reassurance of their locks and small security of closed drapes wasn’t enough as news of young women being targeted and murdered increased.

it was all over the news but still the least of your worries. you couldn’t see it, you couldn’t touch it, and you couldn’t hear about it if you avoided it well enough, so why worry? it wasn’t real until it was real.

“you should be,” dick nodded, his small smile gone and his face turned hard into stone and if you had noticed, you didn’t care and you didn’t let it show as you still smiled but shook your head. “it’s not safe for little girls like you.”

you scoffed, “i think the only thing i have to worry about is you.”

°•

your parents weren't home by monday like promised, striking dick as strange, but you couldn't help but care; enjoying the house to yourself. everything ran smoothly like it usually did; you woke up, you went to school, you came home, you did your homework and you watched tv.

it wasn’t until wednesday did you really worry and turned to your lovely next door neighbor for companionship.

and he was waiting.

“being in that big house all alone, of course you were scared,” he intended to sound teasing, a ghost of a smile riding up on his face, but you took him offense.

you were quick to punch his shoulder, “i’m not scared.” your eyes betray you as they shift around to the darkness of your neighborhood; they were slightly wide and practically pouring with ingenuousness. you suddenly looked a lot smaller than all other occurrences he had with you; no longer full with assertiveness nor any amusement.

“then i’m sure you don’t want to come inside-“

“don’t be silly, grayson, i know you’re all alone in here without me.”

he suppressed a smile as you made your way into his home as he extended the door open further, "i'm flatter you considered me to go to in this situation."

"i mean you are more buff than my other neighbor sally," you hummed examining the interior of his home with fascination, "i mean she is nearly 90, i expect you have more muscle mass than she does." you look over to him to see a ghost of a smile on his face as he watches you quietly, "and you are the typical big-strong man that saves the day."

"what?" his face screws up in confusion, willing you to explain.

"c'mon, grayson. you don't see the way all the moms ogle at you in this neighborhood? it's because you're hot," you shrug causing him to scoff. "and you are by definition the guy of every girls dream."

he watches you sit comfortably on his chair while further explaining his role in every females mind. dick takes a seat on the couch, watching you with slight interest as you talked thoroughly--like this was something you thought about a lot.

"is that why you wanted me to come over?" he raised a brow and enjoyed the way your expression slightly dropped and turned red in embarrassment, not expecting him to be so blunt.

"very funny," you try to play it off, but by the way he smiles, you know you're caught. "i wouldn't flatter yourself so much, dick. some of us are only trying to make friends."

"really," he raises his brow further, "is this what this is?"

"why wouldn't it be?"

"you tell me."

the two of you share a stare, one waiting for the other to break and let the truth loose--even as you were the only one with the ability to do this, you still waited, not wanting to break.

and you almost cracked too if it weren't for the doorbell ringing.

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daddy’s girl.

pairings. jason todd x fem!reader

part three of n/a.

about. jason questions you, only to find something out that he didn’t expect.

warnings. foul language, a little smut in the beginning

ricky rocks. lol i wanna kms

“you wanted this though, didn’t you jason?” you hiked up your plaid skirt with a devious smile, one that made his chest tighten. you plopped yourself down on his lap, so you were now straddling him, your hands on his chest as he seemed to try his best to lean away, but you had him trapped in that chair.

his breathing became strangled as he watched you and the way you seemed to get bored so fast before an idea flickered through your mind and you began to rock your hips back and forth with your barely clothed pussy rubbing against the rough lining of the zipper of his dress pants.

“i see the way you look at me,” your hips still slowly swayed in a circle as you tilted your head before closing your eyes as if a sudden wave of pleasure took over you, which wasn’t a lie with the zipper of his pants catching against your clit. “oh jason,” you groan, “i want you to make me feel good.”

he suddenly felt swallowed whole by everything of you and you’re scent of some fruity perfume. he had to stifle a groan with everything starting to get to him; the rotation of your hips that was slowly becoming painful against his increasing growing hard on, the small sounds of whimpers pushing past your lips, and even your hands that gripped his thin white tee-shirt for dear life.

“oh god,” you bit your lip before throwing your head back, one hand releasing his shirt before gripping your own, more specifically your breast that was peaking beneath the dangerously low half unbuttoned of your school shirt, begging for his attention. “oh, jason, please. feel how wet i am.”

before he could even think, your hand grasped his, placing it right beneath your skirt where your pantries were bunched to the side, giving attention to your bare cunt, indeed wet and desperate for his fingers.

“i want you to fuck me,” your hand released his and then clutched his zipper, pulling it down and then unbuttoning, revealing the white boxers that tried their best to conceal his obvious bulge. “fuck me, jason, please—“

—jason got up fast with a cold sweat dripping down practically every inch of his body. he looked around fast with flushed cheeks and a quick beating heart that he swore was going to crack his ribs. a feeling of absolute despair clouded his brain at the realization of everything that had just went down within his very own conscience.

“fuck,” he drug his hand down his face, wiping it from sweat and sleep, trying to fix his mind straight.

for the past week all jason could think about was you. even without the whole part of you being looped into an ex drug and sex trafficking operation, you were always bearing in his mind with every fucking move you made.

he didn’t get you. he couldn’t figure you out at all.

even after going to bruce.

“you realize you’re putting us in a very bad position, right?”

“no, dick, i didn’t,” bruce didn’t show an inch of remorse nor surprisal as he tinkered with one of his gadgets.

“if what jason is saying, is correct, that could mean a number of things that could all lead to bad things,” dick had his hands held out, enunciating the best he could, like he was talking to a child, but bruce still didn’t look up nor show any real sign that he was listening. “things that could include a death.”

“no need to get dramatic, dick,” bruce shook his head while setting down his piece of work, finally looking up to his two sons who stared at him with serious statures. “you two are thinking way too far into this than you need to be.”

jason’s brows narrowed in as he stared at bruce in disbelief, “you do realize i killed her pimp.”

“i’m sure she’s grateful,” he turned in his chair, starting another project. “maybe ask her about it instead of being a crook and making it a larger deal than needed.”

the fact that bruce couldn’t care less annoyed him, further more leading jason to disperse from the house for another month—something you weren’t surprised by nor cornered, because you had no idea what was really going on.

you grew accustomed to jason’s absence and you found it a lot more enjoyable than you originally thought you would. especially since you could breathe without him questioning your next move.

jason, however, was finding it quite difficult without your presence.

“master todd, we didn’t expect you.”

jason disregarded alfred as he made his way in the mansion, nodding to his words, “don’t worry.”

“not staying for long, i assume?”

“who knows,” he trudged down the entrance of the foyer before making his way to the staircase that led to the bedrooms, picking out to yours. 

“c’mon, let’s go,” he opened your door without a knock, revealing you standing in the midst of your room, putting things away at your desk. “i’m only going to ask you once, let’s go.”

a strange look crossed your face as you stared at him, not knowing what to say, not really knowing what to do until he moves away from the door and back toward the stairs.

you follow him and don’t stop till he stands by his bike.

“you’re gonna have to tell me where we’re going if you want me to get on that with you.”

“what, you scared?” he hummed, pulling out a helmet before offering it to you.

you slightly smirk, swaying on your feet, “no, not scared, just don’t trust you.”

jason scoffed, “you’re one to talk.”

“and you’re a saint?”

“just take the damn bike helmet and get on.”

“only if you let me drive it,” you eyed him up and down with a smirk.

“yeah, you wish, princess.”

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“you initiating me into your gang or something?”

jason didn’t even attempt to answer as he rolled his eyes, continuing to lead you down the busy side walk where he soon walked into a diner that you hadn’t ever seen before.

you still paused, looking the building up and down in hesitation, your chest burning with the analyzation of the building. you had no choice to follow him in.

“you want to be friends now?”

“whoever said i didn’t?”

you slid into the other side of the booth that jason had chosen.

“i don’t know, it seems you have a strong repulsion whenever i come within five feet of you.”

“and you’re not the same way?” jason thinks of the revolting attitude you carry against him ever since the christmas party and he’s almost annoyed that you were trying to pin the hostile nature between the two of you on him.

“why’re you so concerned how i feel about you?” you leaned forward on your forearms, narrowing your brows on him.

you were being contradicting and he couldn’t tell if it was purposeful or not. either way, jason could feel his annoyance building up progressively and he was beginning to regret wanting to talk to you.

“maybe i find you intriguing,” it’s the best he could come up with as he shrugged simply, clasping his hands in front of him on the table top. “i mean ex-stripper, you gotta have some stories.”

any sign of amusement drops from your face as you now slightly glare at him, surveying his face, looking for what his game was.

“funny.”

“you think so?” he now leans back in the booth, more relaxed now that the conversation was going his way. “i think so. i think it’s really ironic too, you know? because of bruce and i also shutting that place down.”

“i think it’s really ironic that that’s where you brought me today,” you weren’t entertained at all, and at first you thought it was some coincidence that jason took you to this diner the that used to be the exact strip club you worked at before this conversation was brought up.

you were beginning to think it wasn’t a coincidence at all.

“funny.”

“you think you’re so smart jason todd,” you mirrored his slack position against your side of the booth, but everything about you was still tensed and annoyed. “maybe take time to actually read between the lines and not what was just on the police report.”

“there was no reading between the lines with your case, y/n. there’s millions that i’ve been through that mirror exactly yours with every minor detail. stay mad that i killed your pimp.”

“he wasn’t my pimp, asshole.”

“then who was he?” jason quirked a brow, “your manager? your friend? your boyfriend? whatever label you had on that man, it doesn’t change who he was. he’s still a guy who marked your body for prices.”

your face was screwed up, lines of slight confusion inking your expression as he spoke, “he was my father.”

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HE IS JUST SO SKRUNKLY 💕💕💕

FEED HIM WELL #1

(I read all your tags on my post. Thank you so much for your kind words <3)

Oh my fucking god

This Is How You Win the Time War

Tim woke up to find Red Hood standing in his bedroom.

This wasn't much of a surprise. It had been a year since Hood tried to kill Tim, a little less than a year since he and Bruce had the confrontation that left Bruce grim and withdrawn -- well, more grim and withdrawn than usual. In that time, Hood had made a name for himself in the criminal underworld. Tim wasn't sure whether he believed the stories of heads in a duffel bag, but clearly a lot of people did, and Red Hood had to be intimidating enough for that kind of legend to seem plausible.

Logic dictated that it was only a matter of time before he tried to add Tim's head to his collection. They had unfinished business, after all.

Tim had just started to scramble up into a defensive position -- alone in Drake Manor, in his pajamas, no weapon close at hand -- when Hood said, "Identification. Imbroglio. Phasotherapy. Farinaceous."

The word sequence made Tim freeze, awkwardly crouched on the bed in his boxers and t-shirt. He stared at Red Hood, who was not actually wearing his helmet right now. Nor a domino mask. He stood in the doorway to Tim's room and stared back at him.

Finally Tim gathered himself enough to ask, "Metaplasia?"

"Nope," Hood answered. "Or, 'laundulet' or whatever. It's really me."

"And you're in a time loop." Tim eased down into a crouch, not quite ready to relax. "I'm going to assume I taught you those code words -- "

" -- in a previous loop," they said together.

"Yeah," Hood said and then he -- his scarred face broke into a grin and he -- he strode across the room, sending Tim backwards, trying to go up the wall like a spooked cockroach, except Hood caught him and pulled him forward into a. Hug.

"I love you so much," Hood rasped, ignoring Tim's hands around his throat. "You little weirdo, I love you so much. You're the only one who prepared for this."

I wanna love you but I don’t know how

Time lapse:

I wanna love you but I don’t know how

Time lapse:

@thy-valhallen omg I reblogged more soldier poet king analysis but I needed to add more abt Bruce

I think the difference between Jason and Bruce where they’re both doing vigilantism because they gotta do it themselves what needs to be done to improve Gotham, is that Jason is the soldier and Bruce is the king. Bruce holds duty and title higher, Batman is his responsibility and he can’t allow it to overshadow his desire to be simply Bruce, Jason’s father. He’s committed and bound to that throne and role. Too many people depend on him, have a fragile trust with him, to protect Gotham and be as neutral as can be which is letting the law discipline criminals. Because what is a tyrant if not a king who freely wields the power to kill anyone under their rule?

after all is said and done—after the Batfamily finds out that Jason is alive, after he and Bruce finally start to adress the joker-shaped elephant in the room, after Tim stops flinching every time Jason enters the room—the thing that hits Jason right in the chest out of the blue is fucking school.

he kicked ass at Gotham Academy. most of his teachers loved him (and the ones that didn't knew better than to try anything with Bruce Wayne's son). he was on track to win a special award for being the top English student in his grade.

sure, some of the kids were snobby and privileged little brats that were all bark and no bite. and sure, the parents somehow managed to be even worse. but did he complain?

not once. he dealt with the external shit (the whispers behind cupped hands or the assholes who "tripped" into him and sent his shit scattering to the floor) the same way he dealt with the internal shit (the imposter syndrome or the fear that one day, Bruce would decide he wasn't good enough): he worked his ass off and proved them wrong.

sure he's deadly with a mask over his face and a weapon in his arms, but give him a pen, a prompt, and sixty minutes on the clock? and he becomes the angel of death himself.

or at least he used to.

he never got to graduate, he suddenly realises. he never got to walk across that stage and receive his diploma. he never got to go to prom or go on the senior trip. he never got to sit any of his english exams (and yeah, he took AP Lang and AP Lit the same year, what about it?).

as Red Hood, he's good at a lot of things (murder and destruction, mostly). but as Jason Todd, school was one of the few things he was actually fucking good at, damn it.

once again, fate's made him into her personal chew-toy. dangling everything he ever wanted right in front of his face, close enough to touch, just to snatch it away again.

Omg, the angst, the potential I can just smell from this. I imagine Jason going to Bruce (maybe after their big fight or talk down when both sides are testing waters) and Jason's asks Bruce if he was only a good soldier to him. And Bruce's answering hurt look

"Of course not Jaylad you are my son"

the fact that alfred was the one to put up jason's memorial is so important to me

Never been comfortable with the narrative that Killing Joke and Dark Knight are part of some woman in a fridge grouped cycle. Mainly because I remember reading both Killing Joke and Death in the Family at the same time. Jason Todd and Barbara Gordon are part of the Batman Family, the Joker was used to kill them off because, reasons...lots to speculate about there. Were Robin and Batgirl embarrassing reminders of the godawful 60s? Was it really just an experiment in shock value? No idea.

Re: Killing Joke, assuming that was a semi-serious question: Presumably for at least two reasons, one being creepy + 'it's aduuuuuult see comics r srs bsns.' The other reason is that if you remove the pointless fridge-trauma Barbara Gordon suffers, the rest of the comic is a psychodrama about Joker trying to actually communicate and reach out for help, while being Joker. The fridge bullshit is what most people think of, for good reason, but there is good Alan Moore writing as well. :/ Comics! :/

The Dark Knight TRIED to do a similar “this is how the Joker works” story without the grosser sexual aspects, but it still ended up fridging a lady.  I’m starting to think the “better” Joker stories only work if we get to see HOW ZANY AND CRAZY AND OUT OF CONTROL THE JOKER IS but just so long as it’s targeted towards someone expendably female.  The dudes are too important for something like THAT to happen to.  

And, yeah, that bullshit is what I tend to think of.  

At least the last time there was a major Joker story, it was Alfred who got to suffer the requisite body horror????  thank you scott snyder for making joker’s shock value targets more gender balanced i guess

My redraw of Juni Ba’s boy wonder comic :)

Jason Todd, with a bloody face

Heavily used a reference

Jason Todd has ‘IICYIFY’ vibes and I live for it

When in Doubt, Blame Damian | Jason x Reader

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Pairing: Jason Todd x GN! Reader

WC: 928

CW: Swearing, over thinking. It’s mostly kinda fluffy. No use of Y/N.

Author's Note: I got this idea while giving my dog a bath sooo here you go idk lol hope you like it🖤

Summary: You get a dog!! … but you didn’t tell Jason.

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You blamed Damian.

You normally blame Damian for a lot. More than you're willing to admit, sometimes for stuff he wasn't even involved in.

But this time you think it's actually his fault.

How could you not blame him? If he hadn't asked for a ride to the pet store. If he didn't insist that Titus absolutely needed a new friend. If he never put that little puppy in your arms basically forcing you to fall in love with the little baby that was giving you kisses, then you wouldn't be here right now.

You wouldn't be in yours and your boyfriend's apartment trying to figure out how to tell said boyfriend that you guys now had a dog. 

Would Jason be mad? Honestly? You didn't know. The topic of getting a dog or a cat has came up a few times.

He would usually say things like ‘Maybe’ or ‘Now's just probably not a good time’ it was never a definite yes or no.

So maybe it wouldn't be that bad, you thought to yourself trying to give yourself some confidence. 

I mean it was your apartment too. You contributed. And it would feel nice to have something to keep you company while Jason was on patrol or had to go somewhere for a while.

You'd hyped yourself up at this point you had some good arguments lined up for why it was a good idea.

You felt confident about your choice, especially when you looked down at the little puppy sleeping peacefully in his bed that was in your shared bedroom. You got this, you told yourself and you really believed that. You genuinely did.

That was until you heard the front door unlock. 

You rush out the room, closing the door softly trying not to wake up the puppy. 

You walked into the living room to greet Jason who was out all morning and most of the afternoon training with Dick, Cass and Duke. 

“Hey Jay.” You say giving him a soft kiss.

“Hi my love. How was your day?”

Jason says, giving you a tight hug, holding you for a moment. 

“Umm it was you know. It was fine. Hung out with Dames. Nothing crazy you know? How about you?”

You rambled pulling away from Jason trying not to sound suspicious while walking to the couch in the living room. 

Jason gives you a questioning look but ends up just dropping it and following you to the couch.

“It was fine. Just the normal shit. I missed you though.”

Jay pulls you into him while giving you a kiss on your head. You feel kinda guilty at this point.

You don't like keeping things from Jason. He has a lot of trust issues so it was important that you guys had a lot of honesty and communication in your relationship. 

You pull away from Jason and look at him, giving him a slightly guilty look.

“Jay, I have something to tell you. Don't be mad.”

“Did something happen when you were out with the Demon Spawn? Did he do something? What did he say? I'm gonna kick that little brats ass.”

Jason runs his hand through his hair already mad at Damian for whatever Jason thinks he did. 

“Jay calm down Dames didn't technically do anything. I did something, and before you get mad-”

You were interrupted when you heard a puppy bark and a slight clawing sound at the bedroom door and judging by Jasons face he also heard it. 

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

You give a little chuckle, now trying to play it off. Hoping that this isn't how Jason finds out but knowing that it is. 

“Babe Is there a dog here?”

“Um technically..? Yes?”

Jason sighs and gets up to the bedroom and opens the door letting the dog run up to you as he tries to climb up on you. You pick him up, putting him on your lap while he starts playing with your hand. 

“Babe, who’s dog is that?”

“Umm… Ours?”

“When did we get a dog?”

Jason says wide eyed and raises his eyebrows at you.

“It's all Damian's fault! He told me how lonely Titus gets sometimes and I felt bad and just look at how cute he is!”

You try to explain picking the dog up so Jason can look at him.

 “Don't be mad jay..”

You say putting the puppy on the floor so he can run around a little all while you look extremely guilty.

“Mad? Why would I be mad? Wait baby, is this what you were trying to tell me?”

Jason says sitting next to you on the couch while looking at you concerned. 

“Yes… I felt bad making a choice like that without you and I know how you don't like it when people hide stuff from you and I just don't want to make you mad.”

“Baby, I'm not mad. I'm not thrilled that you got a dog without me, especially because it was with the Demon Spawn. But I'm not mad.”

Jason says pulling you into him kissing the top of your head.

“You're not mad? Really?”

“I can't be mad at you baby. You mean everything to me.”

Jason says while the puppy runs up to you guys laying down at your feet.

“I'm still sorry Jay.”

“I know you are, baby. It's okay, promise. Now what's this little guy's name?”

Jason says picking up the puppy and looking at his face while you smile at them.

Maybe you shouldn't blame Damian… this time.

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BatFam At Disneyland Headcanons

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Author's Note: This is my First time Writing Headconons so I hope you guys like it and I did it right <3

Also this is based kinda on my experiences at Disneyland which I haven’t been there in like 10 years? So I haven’t been to Avengers Campus or Star Wars so sorry if stuff is wrong so sounds weird.

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Dick: 

-Is actually so excited but doesn't want to show it because he knows Jason is gonna make fun of him.

-He would get so happy when he gets called a ‘Space Ranger’ when they scan his ticket.

-Gets pissed that there's not many rides that are wheelchair accessible.

-Keeps saying how he can do the Spider-Man's flip at Avengers Campus.

-Is now convinced he can be Spider-Man.

-Tried to get Spider-Man to do a backflip with him.

-Got sad when Babs told him to leave the Cast Members alone.

Jason: 

-Makes fun of Dick because he knows he's excited.

-Is also really excited.

-Try’s to think of a ways to leave Damian because he knows hes going to complain the whole fucking time.

-He's 100% gonna try and flirt with some of the princesses.

-Also gets pissed that there's not many rides that are wheelchair accessible.

-Gets yelled at by Alfred and Brunce when he tries to hold his middle finger up in the picture with Steph.

Tim: 

-Gets sick on the TeaCups ride.

-He got so excited when he met woody like he was jumping with joy.

-Bro loved Cars Land like he had to be forced to leave.

-Makes everyone wait till the lights turn on in Cars Land

-Cries during ‘The World of Color’ show.

-’Toy Story Midway Mania’ was his favorite ride of the whole day.

-Gets freaked out thinking about Walt Disney's frozen head.

Damian: 

-Complained the whole way there.

-Wants to go to ‘The Wizarding World Of Harry Potter’.

-Gets pissed when he can't go to The Wizarding World.

-Is pissed till they go on Hyperspace Mountain. 

-He had so much fun at StarWars.

-He made a droid and a lightsaber.

-Kept comparing Brunce to Iron man.

Duke: 

-Makes fun of Tim for getting sick on the TeaCups.

-When everyone gets Mickey Mouse Ears he laughs at Dick because they wouldn't put ‘Dick’ on the ears.

-Got a little scared on the Indiana Jones ride, he kept his eyes closed because he was not taking any chances.

-Small World freaked him out a little. 

-He was eating every candy and treat he could get his hands on.

-Pretends he's not sick at the end of the night because he doesn't want to prove that Alfred was right.

Bruce: 

-He begs Alfred to go because he can't deal with all his kids by himself in a place like Disney.

-Man is stressed.

-Mentally complains about how expensive everything is like he isn't a billionaire.

-Grizzly Peak was his favorite.

-He thought ‘Soarin’ was the best ride. \

-Now hates Iron Man

Cass: 

-Pirates of the Caribbean and Haunted Mason were her favorite.

-Doesn't want to but agrees to take pictures with the princesses (she actually really wants to, especially with Pocahontas).

-Meeting Loki was the highlight of her day.

-Convinces Tim that Walt Disney's Head is frozen in the basement. 

Steph: 

-Explains to Damian that The Wizarding World is at a different park.

-Convinces Cass and Babs to take pictures with every princess they see.

-Gets Jason to take a picture with Eeyore and Tigger. (She said it was them)

-Makes everyone watch the parade. 

-Cries during the Fireworks. 

Babs: 

-Get's sad that there's not many rides that are wheelchair accessible.

-Convinces Dick that he can go on rides without her.

-Loved taking pictures with the princesses

-Meeting Ariel was her favorite part.

-Jungle Cruise was her favorite ride.

-Tells Dick to leave Spider-Man alone.

-Tells Dick he can't just ask people to do backflips with him.

-Loved Pixie Hollow. 

Alfred: 

-It was his idea but he wants to stay at the manor.

-Has no idea why Bruce is stressed considering he planned everything.

-Takes princess pictures with the girls.

-Kept telling Duke to stop eating so much candy because he was going to get sick.

-Stand behind everyone during the fireworks and tear up at the idea of this trip healing all of their inner childs even if it's just a little.

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