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🥀A/n: your honor i want to put them in a jar and shake them up- anyways this is just something short n sweet i cooked up :)

🥀Cw: fluff, shenanigans, a little suggestive

🥀Character(s): Dick Grayson x reader, Jason Todd x reader, Bruce Wayne x reader

Dick Grayson :

lots of flirty, soft kisses!!!

his favorite places to kiss you are easily your lips or your hands, but he loves kissing every part of you!

Dick loves waking you up with kisses, peppering them all across your face before either of you are really even coherent. he'll start with a gentle kiss to your lips, before moving to your cheeks and forehead and finally your nose, in a gentle attempt to wake you up

this man is a BITER he's definitely the type to nip at you and give you little hickies when kissing you. be careful, because he will take a bite of your cheeks when kissing your face!!!!

Dick loves kissing your hands, whenever you cup his cheek or hold his face in your hands, be prepared for him to kiss not only your palm, but each one of your fingers and wrists as well

he's a very energetic kisser! Dick loves randomly pulling you into a deep kiss for seemingly no reason at all. he doesn't care who's around or whether or not you're in public, he will not hesitate to pull you in like a disney prince(ss) and kiss you right then and there

long, teasing makeout sessions!!!!! Dick loves pulling you onto his lap and kissing you silly. it doesn't even have to be sexual, he just loves having your lips against his

as for him, Dick loves when you give him neck kisses. he practically melts whenever your lips make contact to his neck, turning into your obedient pretty princess. absolutely obsessed with any hickies or marks you leave on HIM, and is not afraid to show them off. he has no shame, and wants everyone to know who he belongs to

HE LOVES LIPSTICK KISSES!!!! if you wear lipstick, it is your luckg day because he fucking loves them. he refuses to wipe them off and would love to spend the day covered in red lipstick smears

overall, he's a very affectionate kisser, and brings a lot of passion and energy into every kiss he gives you

Jason Todd :

this man is soooo touch starved, he loves any and all kisses shared between you two. however, his favorite places to kiss you are your forehead or your temple. its very meaningful and romantic, and he loves getting to wake up every morning and kiss his beloved right on the forehead

Jason is the type to press a kiss to your temple when he's just walking by, to the back of your neck when you're looking down, to your tummy when your shirt is rolled up, any and everywhere he can see. he just loves kissing you, what can i say?

whenever your stressed, anxious, or otherwise upset, Jason always takes the opportunity to cup your face in his hands and press the sweetest kiss to your forehead before whispering sweet nothings in your ear. this man is literally huge, and most likely has to lean down to reach you, but he doesn't mind it at all when it means he gets to press kisses all over your face

im a firm believer that Jason (and all the batboys) would love his partners body regardless of weight, and would looove kissing your thighs regardless of size. he definitely pays special attention to them during intimate times, and more often than not he finds his hand subconsciously wandering to hrip onto one of your thighs when sitting beside you. its not even always sexual, its just comforting for him

Jason's favorite place for you to kiss him? any of his scars. if he notices you paying special attention to them or kissing any of them, he just feels really emotional and fuzzy inside. it's strange to him how someone as perfect as you could love even the flawed parts of himself, and he finds himself enraptured whenever you express love to the parts of himself that he despises

Jason is not outwardly insecure, but he does sometimes miss how smooth his skin once looked without the scars and marks littered across it, especially his back. this being said, he loves when you kiss his back and remind him of how gorgeous he truly is.

Bruce Wayne :

Bruce loves good old fashioned lip kisses, but he also has a soft spot for kissing you on the top of the head, or on your shoulder/collarbone.

this man is fucking huge, and he's not ashamed to admit that he finds it adorable when you stand on your tip toes just to give him a kiss. this is partially why he adores simply kissing you on the mouth, but also because it just feels so intimate to him.

all kisses with Bruce are slow and emotional. he likes taking his time with you, and kisses reflect that.

when you both first started dating, it took him a while to even work up the courage to kiss you as he didn't want to seem too forward. however, after your shared first kiss, he was practically addicted. now he can't go a day without kissing you goodmorning, kissing you before he heads off to work, kissing you when he comes home for dinner, and kissing you before he goes on patrol. yes, all of these kisses are mandatory parts of your guys' days, and he loovesss them

kisses on top of your head are less intimate, but just as important. these are for lazy mornings spent with his strong arms wrapped around your body and your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck. these kisses are meant for when he comes up behind you while your cooking for him, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you gently on the top of the head.

shoulder kisses are a little more flirtatious than the others, these are for when you're wearing the gorgeous outfit he just bought you that shows just a bit more of your chest than strictly necessary, yet no one bats an eye when they realize who you're with. these kisses are for when all prying eyes are off you, when Bruce can inhale the scent of your delicious perfume/cologne and whisper soft promises in your ear.

where does Bruce like for you to kiss him? simple- his cheek. especially when he's wearing the batman mask. you both have a running joke that the entire reason the mask doesn't cover the bottom half of his face is because he would miss your cheek kisses too much.

they are all so silly i love them sm. SEND IN REQUESTS PLEEEEEEASE IM SO HAPPY TO FINALLY HAVE SOMETHING IM INTERESTED IN AGAIN LIFE WAS SOOOOOOO BORING WHEN I DIDNT HAVE ANY INTERESTS 😭😭😭

BYE BYE, MISS AMERICAN PIE || JASON TODD X WIFE!READER

MASTERLIST || CHAPTER FOUR : GUESS OUR QUESTIONS ARE HIDDEN SECRETS THEMSELVES.

SUMMARY: it takes a toll on jason to find nothing about joker’s target on his wife’s life. y/n struggles to come to terms if she is with child or not, the topic of children is brought up once again.

PAIRING: JASON TODD X FEM!READER, DAMIAN WAYNE, BRUCE WAYNE, DICK GRAYSON, TIM DRAKE

WARNING: CURSING, MENTIONS OF STALKING, TORTURE JUST A LITTLE I GUESS??,

previously || next

UH OH, LOOKS LIKE THE SECRET IS OUT!

NOW HOW WILL YOU HIDE HER?

YOU CAN’T, THEY ARE ALWAYS A STEP FORWARD.

“you’re wife?” “yes…my wife”

DICK, has asked that question at least ten times. he was doubting his little brother. mean, he just never expected for his brother settle down. everyone expects for the eldest in the family to have a family by now. don’t get him wrong he is happy for jaybird. but how in the hell did he manage to hide this for that long? dick grayson is a fucking cop!

in the batcave stood all the brothers along with BRUCE and ALFRED who stared at jason as he explained to them of his marriage with his wife. speaking of his wife, sat in the big chair that bruce would sit whenever he was searching or whatever Batman duties. and in that chair, y/n spun herself. it twirled quick for her liking. acting like she had not being vomiting her guts out an hour ago, y/n pushes herself by her foot. spinning in her father in-laws chair.

just a few inches away from her was ginger lazily playing with titus, DAMIAN’S cute dog who already had gotten attached to her baby. the pup playfully bites Titus who remained laying on his side unbothered by the behavior. jason bored, stared at his brother. “…you’re wife?”, dick asks once more. his patience was wearing thin right now.

“for fuck sake, yes his wife dick! we get it!”, tim scrolls in wearing his red robin costume just looking as much irritated as jason.

TIM DRAKE, third robin of the bat family. in his hands was a cup of coffee and some files in the other. dick dramatically throws his hands in the air pointing at jason who still stared at him, “I- come on tim! you have to admit you didn’t expect jason to be married”. tim sighed, no offense but he didn’t really care. he was happy for jason but not when his sister in-law is in danger. some people may forget, him and jay share common things. both smart, taken in by bruce, became robin…and joker.

there it was. that one, little big spot on the huge trauma in their minds and soul. joker. that clown-fuck both gave them heartbreaking trauma. both of them have the right to struggle and want to kill him.

“look as much as I-“ tim gets cut off by bruce who steps forward “we have more important matters in our hands now. a family member is in danger. y/n…”

at the mention of her name, y/n stops spinning in the huge chair. using her foot to slowly spin and look at the rest of everybody. she perked up seeing bruce looking at her. humming in response she sat quietly in her seat. “do you have anybody who would know of your relationship with Jason? someone who would know he is red hood?”, bruce starts to question his daughter in-law. thinking to herself for a moment, y/n shakes her head. “no one, i don’t really talk to anybody nor have close friendships beside jason”, she explains. tim sets down his cup of coffee next to y/n and walks over to bruce handing his the cream colored files.

“certainly isn’t anybody she knows. looks like joker has been watching jason for a while now”, tim states telling everybody his theory. opening the cream files to find street cameras of different men that was clear they were jokers men following jason or in the corners watching. hearing tim’s words, jason was quick to walk over to where bruce stood. himself grabbing the pictures in his hands, growing more and more worried as he sees the angles and how close all of them were to him. jason, got sloppy.

tim had his hands on his hips just above his belt, “now if we want to keep going and see what joker’s next plan is, I suggest we wake up and talk to clown junior” he suggests.

“clown junior?”, dick asks with his eyebrows raised at the dumb nickname tim gave joker’s henchman. “more like the poltergeist toy clown”, he says.

bruce than flips to the photos him and dick had taken at the scene from earlier of last night. taking his moment to look at it, bruce hands it to jason who gladly held it in his hands. “what is this?”, jay questions his father. “where you should of been that night if you answered your phone”, bruce says slightly coldly. and upon jason’s view, is a huge photo of y/n’s face on a building. joker left his message loud and clear for him specifically. jason took a minute, analyzing and skimming around at the message. he breathes through his nose shakily. y/n sees jason’s changed behavior, her eyes consist of concern. “jay? what is it?”, she asks him getting up from the comfy chair and walks over to him.

jason shakes his head hiding the evidence holding it close to his chest. “no”, he repeats stepping back away from his wife. y/n stops in her tracks, “why not? let me see jay”, she insists. stubborn as he is, jason refuses to show her the pictures. bruce steps in, placing a hand on his shoulder. “you have to show her son…”, he tries to reason with him.

“no no he knows bruce”, he grits his teeth sending his father a glare.

y/n crosses her arms firmly switching her attention between both jason and bruce. “okay we get it he knows, let me see the damn photo”, she hisses snatching the photo out of jason’s hand catching his off guard.

it was her turn to see what the fuss was about. freezing completely, her face stared right back at her through the photo. joker’s message made her skin crawl. goosebumps creep along her arm. beside her, y/n could hear jason ask tim if there was anything or any clues. “how the fuck does he know?”, she asks the room. all of them turned towards her, “it could be when they followed jason is what im guessing” tim says.

disagreeing with what tim had said jason shakes his head pointing right at the photos in his hands. “there is no way in hell he could know, I was always careful”, jason says with anger in his voice.

what sounds like a scoff coming from the farther right of the cave is damian carrying treats in his hands. his typical scowling look he always wore, “not careful enough”. a warning of ‘Damian’ coming from bruce who gave him a look. the robin shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. “if you were really careful, he wouldn’t of been able to find you and l/n”, he says what sounds truthfully to himself.

ready to go and get up in damian’s space, jason threw the evidence on the floor angrily stomping over to him. till dick was quick enough to step in between them with jason looking like he wanted to rip someone in half and damian looked unfazed. “woah woah before, you two start fighting. i think, personally, it’s not Jason’s fault. two, enough with the blaming damian…right now we need to think fast just like tim said”, he tries to reason already wanting to just skip to the plan. y/n tears her eyes away from the haunting photo. her attention onto her brother in-laws and jason. “he’s right. before we know it he could know where I am, so might as well get started and interview that clown asshole”.

jason sighs, knowing she was right. stepping away from dick and damian, he looks to y/n than to bruce. “so? what’s the plan?”, he questions him.

below a dimmed light sits joker’s henchman still unconscious. his hands wrapped tightly behind him with rope along his stomach and feet around a chair. the clown masked man’s head lolls forward, his body feeling as if it was the most comfortable position ever. a strong welled fist hits him square and straight on his cheek. the hit was hard enough to awaken up brutally. he groans, head pushes back in the chair. he felt dazed and lightheaded. his spit pooled under his mask, blood mixed in. looking around where he was, his vision slightly blurred. but he could see that he was in a clear glass box, with no doors just empty. “wha-what? where the fuck am I?”, he questions confused.

and just behind him, was jason dressed as red hood. on the outside he looked cool and collected, but in the inside..he was fuming. “hey! what the f-“, he yells out in fear. a cold metal presses against his temple causing him to quieten feeling the familiar touch of a gun. the man could hear an robotic voice breathes deeply beside his ear. “shut up”, jason says with venom in his voice.

jason could feel him practically soiling his pants. it didn’t take long for the henchman to realize who was behind me right now. everyone knows who red hood is. and boy, does everyone shit their pants more than seeing batman himself.

“now, if you cooperate I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt as much. and if you don’t, a bullet will be in your fucking head”, jason darkly says.

not far from where he was holding the man in the glass cell was everyone in another part of the cave watching on the monitor. y/n watched with anxiety making a pit in her stomach nibbling on her fingers. she may be married to jason, but doesn’t mean she had yet to really see RED HOOD himself. it was odd to see knowing how jason is without the attire. of course they are different. but doesn’t mean she was afraid of him. beside her, was dick, bruce and damian in their costumes watching on as jason interrogates the henchman.

and for dick, he felt hesitant to let this go on. if that man says one wrong thing, who knows what jason would pick. torture him immensely or kill him. and that’s what dick doesn’t want him to do nor bruce. damian, we’ll be certainly wouldn’t mind either. and tim who stood off to the side looking through papers and files taking a fair share of coffee sips.

“this is a bad idea”, y/n says eyes still glued onto the screen.

a small sigh of agreement from dick who had his arms crossed, “agreed”.

“are you sure todd is the right person for this interrogation father?”, damian asks bruce. the batman himself stayed quiet.

jason rounds in a small circle around the tied up man before standing in front of him. his tall and muscular figure blocking his whole vision. his blank stare of his helmet looks down at him. “so, why the woman?”.

the clown mask stares back at him, echoes of laughter filling his ears. “i-i don’t know”, he says. SMACK! head now turned to the right from the bruising punch he just received.

“fuck! what the fu-“, a hand grips onto the man’s shirt. the grip was tight and angry, pulling him forward the robes rubbed against bare skin. a shaky breath upon being face to face with the vigilante. “no. you do know. don’t fuck with me now or you’re dead”.

“please! I don’t know alright! he wouldn’t tell us- AHHH!”, BANG! a wounded hole in the man’s thigh, blood squirts out spraying the floor and the man’s shirt. his leg shakes from the intense pain. almost zombish, jason stared down at the withering man. no single remorse. criminals like this were always so stupid. “what part of don’t fuck with me now did you not understand sweet tooth?”, jason snarks with the gun in his hand.

“it’s a twisted metal reference”, y/n tells everyone in the room. feeling glad she got her husband’s somewhat funny joke. only to be met with silence, mostly because no one understood what she was talking about. her lips going into a tight smile shrinking behind bruce’s chair.

his other unoccupied hand reaches behind him from his pocket, pulling out a crumbled photo. unfolding it and smoothing it out nicely jason holds it up in front of joker’s henchman, lightly dangling it. “now…why her? and why does joker want her?”, he breathes out pointing at a photo of y/n. the man whimpered, his loosened breathing turns into hyperventilating quick. the chair squeaks under the weight. brown eyes stare back into the whites of red hood’s helmet, they looked dead to him. the clown mask moves shaking back and forth, “he, he said something about robin. said robin found himself an ‘Apple pie’ life. I-I- don’t know what he meant by that”.

bingo.

jason steps forward with the photo still dangled in front of him, “what else?”.

the man cowers fearfully in his chair shaking like a scared chihuahua. “um I- something about having some fun with her. he mentioned-“ he takes a hardy gulp “that he’s been watching you for a while now. look,I don’t know his full plans man!”, he rambled. it wasn’t good enough for jason.

the feeling of frustration creeps inside jason, knowing that this asshole knows more to the story and what joker is planning. “you’re lying, if you won’t tell me ill fucking kill you right now”, jason says trying to keep himself calm with a clench of his jaw. the man freezes, whether it be from he got caught lying and trying to cover up for his ‘boss’ or the fact his life was threatened by the hands of Gotham’s most feared vigilante. he stared back at the white eyes of the helmet, behind him whether his hands are tied he grips onto the rope. “please I said I don’t know! I swear! the only people who do know is the other guys! please don’t kill me!”, he pleads more.

blood pours thickly from his wound spilling onto the once cleaned floor that alfred had cleaned up.

a blank stare. no spoken words. just silence. jason stands up straight, staring down at the man for about ten seconds before gripping onto the photo of his wife and clutching it into a fist. the now ruined photo bloodied as jason laid more hits on the man’s face over and over. from his face, stomach, chest, legs. and what gave jason the satisfaction was the pain the man let out when jason dug the end of his gun inside of his gunshot wound on his thigh.

it dug deeper and deeper. bits of flesh and blood spills out as the end of his gun dug it’s way inside.

restrained arms and legs shaken from the torturing pain, his screams pierced the entire cell. everyone else could hear them without the monitors. from under that clown mask was his saliva and drool pooling out from his screams. “please! I don-“, he gets cut off once jason firmly pressed his gun inside hitting the bone of his thigh. the continued screams leaving jason unfazed all the while y/n watched in horror. her eyes widened in shock, cringing at the sounds of flesh and blood spilling. she wanted to look away, but the curiosity is what made her stay. it scared her for sure yes.

tim did his very best to not look at the screen feeling it was better to just pretend nothing was going on and read the files gordon had sent over. dick, well he was doing the same what y/n was doing. watching in horror and cringing with closed eyes. “okay pull him out”, dick says to bruce.

“no”, he says.

dick looks at bruce with widened eyes pointing at the screen of jason torturing the bastard. “do you see this? he’s going to kill him bruce!”, now gesturing to y/n who turned away from the monitor back facing it. “you see?! even his wife can’t look at this now pull him out!”, he yells out.

if you think that was worse of what jason’s torturing was, well, not until jason pulled out his gun from the man’s thigh…slowly. jason could see flashbacks when he was being tortured himself by joker.

god, the pain…may not be compared to this shit.

but doesn’t beat the torture for hours.

without even a second thinking, jason stopped his gun only leaving a few inches inside of the thigh. before firing once more, deep in the bone. going through. the most blood watering scream jason had ever heard in a while. “you son of a bitch!”, the man screams out taking heaved breathes along pained whimpers looking down at the bleeding wound.

“not really, she was an addict though”, jason says nonchalantly.

his gun moves away from the now bullet-holed leg and onto the clown masked man’s forehead. brown eyes stare deep into the hole on the gun, he tenses in seeing it. “any last words sweet tooth?”, jason says ready to fire.

“fuck you, you motherfucke-“

and ready he was. ready to kill this asshole and be done with it. only for bruce’s voice to rang through his helmet. “jason. don’t.”

pausing, he thinks back to all the times bruce would tell him he’s too reckless. to this. to that. “yea well I don’t care what you say”, jason muttered. back to wanting to kill this clown asshole, bruce says once last thing that did make jason stop from killing this man. “it’s y/n…”

fuck, he had forgotten that she was also watching from the cameras and sees the horrors jason had done. something he forbade her from seeing this side of him. jason stared at the man, who let out gurgling what sounds to be blood and spit. gritting his teeth, he lowered the gun. breathing through his nose, he slowly placed his red stained gun back into his holster. already walking backwards still staring at the man.

a chuckle, a chuckle of stained amusement and blood. breathing was ragged and rough from the screaming of torture. “knew you were always chicken-shit. joker will get your girl. don’t know why but she sure is a pretty little thang”, he taunts jason. stopping his backing away to the cell doors, jason stops of hearing the disgusting remark about his wife. the man lets out laughter, almost sounded like his.

“that’s right…we know she’s your girl. say hi to her for me”, he proceeds to taunt him more and more.

now, from what he didn’t expect was for THE RED HOOD, to knock him out completely. losing consciousness once more. it didn’t take long for jason to attack him. not really. he beats the henchman, one, two, three, four and five hits in jason steps back. rage full breathes and grunts, his fist was freshly bruised along bloodied. god, he hated the smell of it. he steps away from the battered up man before stomping off with heavy boots. the cell doors open willingly before closing off, sealed off once jason leaves.

the bat cave was silent.

heavy tension filled the cave with some screeches from above from the bats that hung sleeping peacefully. all of them were waiting on jason to arrive, expect for y/n and ginger. bruce still sat at his chair, dick was leaning against the monitor table, damian and tim just looked at each other from the awkwardness in the room. and once jason arrived where his family stood, he noticed the lack of presence of his wife. bloodied hands reaches up open his helmet, a sharp hiss is heard. jason takes off the helmet throwing it on the table looking at his brothers. “where’s y/n”, he asks them.

he awaits for an answer only to hear once again, silence. his frustration and impatience grew, “where’s y/n?”, jason pesters on. dick looked up at jason with slight disappointment, something he grew to know. a gloved hand slams on the table, booming through the cave walls.

“GODDAMIT WHERE’S MY WIFE?!”, he yells out.

seeing as though no one would answer his brother, dick steps forward with his arms still crossed. a look of disappointment and sadness. “jay…”, he tries to tell him. the look he saw on y/n’s face. the bloodthirsty feel radiating from jason. jason points a finger at dick taking a threatening step forward, “enough of this shit richard, I wanna know where my wife is”.

the sudden use of his full name made dick raise an eyebrow at him. “okay no use for using my real name jay, she’s-“

“upstairs”, he hears alfred’s voice says standing on the long stairs. the older man’s posture was tall and more poise than ever. “might i suggest master jason, that you change out of your suit and comfort you’re wife…immediately”, he sternly says. in his eyes were more strict than jason had ever seen. turning his back from everyone, alfred goes back inside of the manor leaving everybody to being silent once more. comfort?

why would he…oh…

shit. was she afraid? scared of him? is that why she went upstairs? cursing under his breath taking off his suit, jason rushed off quickly to the changing room. was she mad at him? god, he doesn’t know.

and when he changes out of his suit and into more comfortable wearing, the blood stained hands of his catches his eye. he runs a finger across the bruises and the dried up blood. quickly, jason runs to the sink. turning it on, he runs his hands under the water. letting the pure water kiss his hands and clean them off. he doesn’t use soap or anything. just water.

thinking to himself, he lost control. he knows it. he was so, angry. memories over flowing him and his senses. scared, for what the futures of him and his wife. all because of what? he doesn’t know. and his wife…is scared of him.

he’s lost control multiple times. from strong emotions he couldn’t handle. and could you blame him? and all those times he didn’t want his wife to see that side of him. that’s why he always kept that part of his life hidden. jason never brought up anything vigilante related to her when he came home. he separated that part of him. and now, all of it is coming down onto her. and he couldn’t help but feel..like a terrible husband.

what felt like a thousand times to her of constantly wanting and feeling of vomiting for the entirety of the day, y/n was back to being hunched over the toilet. this time being her in-laws house and bathroom. in the bathroom, y/n felt like a wave of heat again washing over her. by the door that was certainly shut, ginger has her nose wiggling from the small slit under the door. a small whine in protest. though y/n was more busy throwing up and gagging. she didn’t know if it was whether because of seeing jason so brutally hurt someone or what could potentially be a bun in the oven. if it was both, god help her.

y/n has never seen jason act so…violent..ever. maybe from nightmares but from it going as far as hurting another human being ? no..she hasn’t. it was her fault. for staying and watching. and her fault for forgetting her husband is red hood. literally the man who delivered freshly cut heads as a message when he first arrived as the famous red helmeted vigilante.

and it’s her fault, for letting a bun in the oven happen. even though it takes two for one to be made. a promise her and jason had made in which they weren’t sure or even ready to be parents. with pasts of unstable parents and too afraid they both would end up being horrible parents. a cycle they wouldn’t want to repeat for themselves and their children. there was a few times y/n would think about if they did have any kids. a mini jason…would be adorable. the times she would just melt whenever jason and her go to the homeless shelter and help around and see him interact with the kids there…she could picture a kid running around.

jason was naturally good with children, and children and babies could sense when someone has a pure heart.

she’ll never forget when they had volunteered to help at a women’s homeless shelter, the one they would always go to, a woman just handed her baby to jason. and willingly he watched over the cute baby. no one looked at him with such innocence as the baby did. the baby stared at him like he was the most beautiful thing in the world. and y/n could see that he melted at the sight as well. but remembering the discussion her and jay had before, about wanting children, made her remember where she currently stands. with her life at the hands who murdered her husband years ago. but as much as she would love to start a family…it was too risky. too dangerous. and well, look where she is right now.

y/n shivered at the thought. she just wants all of this to end and go back to normal again. where they should of been. but no, none of that was going to happen. a gentle knock against the door breaks her out of her little thought bubble, still leaning against the toilet. “im fine alfred!”, she yells out flushing the toilet. watching the puke drain away, the bathroom door handle turns. revealing who was behind that door was jason.

“hey…”, he greets her lowly.

his head was down in shame as he approaches his wife. y/n looks at him, her attention onto jason’s bruises up hands that once were covered in blood. she stayed quiet, hopping up slowly to close the toilet bowl with the lid. sitting on it, y/n crossed her legs looking down at her feet. jason sighs seeing his wife not looking at him. he knows he had messed up. not messed up but fucked up. jason leans down into a squat to meet his wife’s eyes. only for her to avoid them once more. “y/n…I-I’m sorry, that I scared you back there. I just..I lost control..I was just so angry and-“, jason suddenly gets cut off. shaking her head, she finally looks up at him with tears in her eyes.

“you didn’t scare me jay…well I mean you did but I just- oh I don’t know”, she says running a hand through her hair feeling unknown to her feelings right now. her mind was all over the place.

jason shifts closer to her by his feet, placing a hand on her knee. just by looking at her closely he could see how pale she looks and more tired. but more importantly, distressed. “what’s wrong?”, he was quick to ask her. y/n chuckles at the question, her hand slaps against jason’s tilting her head up to the bathroom ceiling. and what was wrong? that fact all of this chaos is happening or just the downright fear of having a child inside of her.

she wasn’t sure of course. she just felt…unsure about everything. stressful it was. “I don’t know. I just don’t know what’s wrong”, she whispers biting her lip at the end. leaning her head back down to look at jason in the eyes. she could see the bits of worry and concern in them. the thumb on her knee provides her some sort of comfort. even though that comfort wasn’t really helping as of right now. “all of this…is too much right now jay”, she says to him.

“I know..I know..and I’m sorry. just I know there is something wrong right now and I want to fix that”, jason pleads shifting more closer and closer to his wife who leaned into his warm touch. “I know that jay..it’s just-“, she cuts herself off unsure if she should even say anything. his eyebrows furrowed, grasping on her hand into his. he gives her a look to continue in what she was saying. a slight encouragement of him pressing a kiss on her hand just now. his warm soft lips against her hand.

y/n sighed.

she shuts her eyes, taking a deep breath. the thought of a potential family running through her mind right now. subconsciously, her ringed hand reaches up touching her covered stomach. y/n opens her eyes looking down at jason’s soft dark blue eyes.

“how do you still feel, about having a baby?”

UH OH! A BABY?

LOOKS LIKE YOU SHOULD OF KEEP SH SH ABOUT IT!

WHO KNOWS? MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE.

CAUSE HE’LL KNOW NOW.

OR WILL HE?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi my loves! binx here! it’s july! wow, omg. now I’ll be honest, last month went by pretty fast which is nuts. so hopefully fall comes soon! than I could make some spooky Halloween jason todd x reader! ALSO! ALERT ALERT! i have some new upcoming stories! I will be releasing some sneak peeks somewhere this week so keep an eye out! now I do hope you all enjoy this chapter, sorry if it seems short! but if you wish to be tagged let me know!

BINX

BYE BYE, MISS AMERICAN PIE || JASON TODD X WIFE!READER

MASTERLIST || CHAPTER FIVE: BUN AND THE OVEN

SUMMARY: sometimes we deserve more than we think. maybe the good things are a sign? maybe not. jason takes a minute to realize what could become of his life with his wife. while y/n, makes a decision.

PAIRING: JASON TODD X WIFE!READER, with DICK GRAYSON, ALFRED PENNYWORTH, DAMIAN WAYNE, TIM DRAKE AND BRUCE WAYNE.

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HE LOVES HER, AND SHE LOVES HIM.

WHAT GREATER PARENTS RIGHT?

BUT WHAT HAPPENS WHEN A MANIAC CLOWN COMES

IN?

a baby.

are we truly ever ready for something like that? the answer is, fuck no.

not even jason is ever ready. especially y/n. pregnancy can take a big toll on women. with changed hormones. change of body. depression.. hell anything can happen in giving birth. and as his wife had shown him on the app ‘tik tok’ that a girl made a list of ‘REASONS TO NOT HAVE A BABY’. and that specific list made his skin crawl..

“I think I’m pregnant, jay”, is what she said.

and what he did in that bathroom that day, was him being a coward and left. jason was too overwhelmed with thought and panic. he wasn’t ready to be a father. a damaged man like him, he felt he couldn’t. he knows that y/n could be a great mother. but him, a father? no. not after his birth dad. that piece of shit. however, he did love his mother so much…

and here he was, smoking outside by the pool looking at the cemetery that wasn’t as far away from the manor. the same one he used to be buried in. he stopped smoking for a bit. only when he was really stressed or out of it. and where was his wife, y/n? upstairs in jason’s old bedroom, crying her heart out with GINGER by her side.

god, he never felt more like a fucking dick.

speak of dick, jason could sense and smell dick’s strong cologne just behind him. trying to sneak up on him. “if you think trying to scare me is going to work dickie, sorry but seeing bruce naked before already beat you to it”, jason says with almost a dead voice taking a long puff of his cigarette. he could also hear dick snorted like a dork with his sentence. the horrifying image of bruce having a woman in the comfort of his bed when he was younger ruined his brain. “you’re not wrong there baby bird”, dick agrees. and there is was, the famous DICK GRAYSON smirk. behind that smirk, was worry.

the older brother leaned against the doorway that lead to the kitchen looking at jason who looked at the cemetery.

“thought you quit smoking”, dick says in thought with his arms crossed over his chest. jason inhales the cancer stick letting his lips go of it. in two seconds, he let out the heaviest of smoke from a cigarette. in the moonlight, dick could see jason’s wedding ring glistening. “yea well, sometimes a good smoke doesn’t hurt anybody”

“except I don’t smoke jay bird” “what do you want dick?”, jason gets straight to the point. he knows that dick is going to talk to him about ‘manly’ and ‘brotherly’ stuff. not really looking forward to it in his opinion. dick sighs, shifting his legs to cross one another as he leaned against the door. “you seem more out of it than usual. what happened back there?”, he questions with the playfulness from earlier to now downright worry. not willingly to answer dick’s questions, instead jason took another puff.

he knows he was out of it for sure. he almost killed a man earlier in front of his wife’s eyes. something he swore to never EVER do. yet he did. blinded by fear and rage. funny enough, his wife might be pregnant. no kid would want jason as their father. he was always angry, violent, an asshole, the bad traits of his dad. and the more danger of him being RED HOOD and his family being vigilantes themselves. and he can’t have a kid of his to be part of it. not after what happened to him… “look im sure bruce is fine with yo-“ “it’s not about bruce”, jason states.

dick looked at his brother with sheer confusion on what he was talking about until it clicked for him from the events of earlier. “it’s about y/n..”, he says. jason nodded with his messy hair flopping, he really needed a haircut. he took a deep breath before taking one last puff from the stick.

“she alright?”, dick asks innocently about his sister in-law who he only found out about not too long ago.

no, y/n wasn’t alright at all.

with jason’s silence was enough answer for dick to know. he knows jason is really verbal with his feelings like most people are. he’s more of the action type of guy. “was it, from earlier or ?”, dick tries to imply without sounding awkwardly but managed to fail. from what he was implying, it definitely was from earlier but as well from the lack of not feeling physically good due to the constant dizziness and the throwing up.

to be fair, jason is the only person who knows dick is the one to trust. him being the closet to jason after his death, he could guess dick was the only one he could tell everything…well almost everything. dick was the one who managed to try and get into contact with him again. besides bruce and alfred of course.

so, could he tell dick about his wife’s little bean problem?

that answer is, no.

because it wasn’t his voice to tell someone a woman’s situation like that. and if his own wife wasn’t pregnant, would he be happy? somewhat. if he wasn’t so fucked up than he would a lot of kids, that was an exaggeration.

“she’s just, shaken up from all of this”, is how jason told dick. a half lie.

dick can sense the lie. jason always lies when something is wrong or too much, but deciding to not press on…dick looked at him with a downcast look with a tight lipped smile. “alright jay”, he says walking over to him. the entire conversation jay never once turned around to face him. he almost felt like collapsing. like he wanted to scream his fucking head off.

raising a hand on jay’s muscular back, dick clapped on it giving him a small pat. “look, I don’t know anything about this whole ‘marriage thing’ but if you need to talk..let me know. alright jay”, dick reassure him.

he knows dick means well. “I know…”, jason whispers out into the night.

with a firm nod, dick was off ready to head back downstairs to the batcave. time to patrol. while jason stayed there at the manor.

just as dick left him to stare at the cemetery. gravestones popping up, mocking him over and over. the cigarette in between his two finger reach up to his lips only to halt. god, he really need to stop smoking for real. deciding to call it a night, jason threw the cigarette down by his feet before stomping on it with the top of his shoe. giving it a little crush the cigarette dies out with a little flatten body.

jason bent down his upper body to pick up the dead cigarette. he placed it in the palm of his hand now walking away from the doorway. walking over to the kitchen he spots one of the very trash bins, using the same foot he stepped on the paddle. as the top opened, the smell of rotten food and drinks jason dumped the cigarette inside with a little ‘plop’ heard. lifting his foot up, the lid falls back slowly. he placed his hands on his strong hips, jason closed his eyes tilting his head up to the ceiling. it felt like a heavy weight on his shoulder right now. he let out a small breath through his mouth. the sound of the clock in the kitchen ticks.

tick. tick.

he ran a hand through his hair now opening up his eyes, the irises lightly flash a light green. jason walks back to where he once stood moments ago, closing the door only to stop. he looked back up at where the cemetery stands. if he wasn’t here, he would of been there. sometimes he felt he was better off dead.

it was nearly twelve o’clock in the morning already…and jason still hasn’t gone up to go to sleep or even see her. and yet here she laid, waiting for him.

tear stains kissed her skin. they felt tight on her cheeks. she felt…angry? upset? she doesn’t know anymore. everything was too much. she wanted to go home. she had stopped crying for a bit. the emotions and crying and sobbing made her more tired than ever. it was one of those crying moments someone would have.

beside her was their dog, ginger, the german shepherd puppy that was trained to protect her did her job pretty well. not just by protecting her mom but in giving her comfort whenever she needs someone. y/n sniffled heavily, her nose felt clogged with mucus. her hand reaches up to pet ginger by the ears. the soft puppy fur greets her skin kindly. “oh ging”, she whispers watery.

such a sweet girl ginger was. already, the feeling of sleepiness fills her bones. as much as she wanted jason to be by her side, might as well get some more rest. maybe even go to the store…with protection of course she wasn’t stupid. the hand on ginger’s fur stops, lightly laying there. and now, y/n sleeps. with no disturbance to keep her awake. a peaceful yet sad sleep. except, no dream ever enters her at all that night. light snores escapes her along ginger.

heavy footsteps walk extra slow towards the bedroom door, the door knob twists lightly with a squeak. ginger opens her mismatched eyes, her head turns a little to see who was at the door and entering. a non threat. the door opens to present jason. he was greeted with a dark room, the only light giving him the visible view was from the hallway. jason could see a lump on the bed of a familiar figure turned away from jason’s side. along his dog who gave him an side eye before closing her eyes once more. damn, even ginger didn’t want to talk to him.

stepping forward into the dark bedroom of his, he closes the door slowly to make no noise to awaken his wife. jason walks over to the bed where y/n laid, whether she really was asleep or not ran through his head. that was until he stepped to the right to see her face. guilt trails through his veins seeing the same tear streaks on her cheeks. his wife was cuddling with the dog to what seemed to be for comfort and love. one he didn’t give her in that bathroom. damn him.

he made him own wife cry…and he felt like a complete asshole.

jason was hoping to see her and talk to her about what happened earlier but his wife is in need of rest. walking over to the other side of the bed, his side. his large fingers nibble their way to the end of his shirt, he slips it off with a swift move. throwing the shirt on the floor with a small plop. jason sat on the cold bedside of his, the bed slightly dips but not enough to awaken y/n who remained asleep.

his index finger scratched an itch on his forehead, his back turned away from y/n. not even the cigarette could take away the pleasure of being stress-free. running a hand now all over his face in frustration.

jason turns his body to the side to look at y/n, her hair laid messily against the soft pillow cases. he always liked seeing her sleep. she would always say she was an ‘ugly’ sleeper but never to jason. he grinned at the argument him and y/n had about her being the ugly sleeper while he was the peaceful looking one. he really wasn’t especially when nightmares happen.

what feels like an eternity, jason finally lays against the bed. his body turned to y/n. the blanket that once under him lays right on top of him. bringing both him and his wife closer. jason looked at the back of her head in thought, he always cuddled her when he went to bed. and she’ll always melt right in.

he hated when him or y/n went to bed angry, said it wasn’t healthy. expect they both weren’t angry. both have mixed emotions and none of them don’t know what to do. jason lifted up a hand under the blanket, deciding whether or not to even touch her after his actions. he bites his lip still unsure of himself. the hand still up waiting for the next move.

until, his hand finally lands against her warm skin. it soothed down her arm back and forth. she always felt warm to him. jason let go of his lips from his teeth. he moves his whole body closer to y/n’s, wrapping his arm on her waist. near her stomach. her back kissed against the bare ness of his chest. if she was awake, she would of felt the heavy jagged autopsy scar. with y/n in his arm, jason moved his head towards the crook of her neck. he breathed in her scent of lavender oil along some of her nature smell. god he loved that smell. pressing a small kiss on her neck, jason felt his whole body relaxed itself. telling him it’s time to get some sleep already.

“i love you…”, jason lightly whispers into her neck pressing one last kiss in the same spot he kissed before.

his head moves away to rest on the pillowcase, he could feel the cold and the sense of familiarity as times he had slept in his bedroom as a teen. the eyelids shut themselves, blocking his blue eyes. the darkness filling the void. with that, sleep had taken over his mind and body. he too, received a dreamless sleep.

she wasn’t angry.

before jason had awoken from his sleep, y/n had woke up earlier than he did. she sat on the bed, feeling almost zombie like. almost numb. her head was turned towards jason who slept peacefully with one arm under both hers and his pillow. and the other arm laid limply at the spot she once laid. she wasn’t mad at jason, she never could….

she understood his fear and him not being ready to be a dad. but y/n wasn’t ready to bring a child into this world where so much blood is spilled and is filled with hate. no.

y/n gives props to mothers out there. a lot of them just…do it. something she felt like she could never do.

her ringed hand reaches to jason’s arm, the wedding band shining from the sun. she caresses his arm with a soft touch. he always looked peaceful when sleeping. leaning down her upper body, y/n pressed a firm kiss on jason’s forehead. a few hairs tickled her chin.

and with that, y/n gets up from the shared bed to walk over to where alfred had dropped off their belongings. she dug straight in for some fresh pair of leggings, a white tank top, and a bra. she heads in to the bathroom quickly changing the clothes she didn’t get to switch out of last night. and she knows, germs. once y/n was done and now wears the picked clothing, she couldn’t help but look at herself in the mirror. turning to the side, she looked down at her stomach. a hand slowly reaches up, rubbing at the covered skin. y/n sighed, little images of mini jason’s and y/n’s run through her head.

the corners of her lips quirk up at the image. she would imagine, a little baby girl. with big eyes. long soft eyelashes just like jason’s. raven black hair. and the cutest gummy smile. cute.

a knock on the bathroom door alerts her, y/n jumps at the unexpected sound. her hand moves away from her stomach and to her side. “babe?”, she could hear jason ask through the wooden door.

“come in”, she says loudly enough for him to hear her.

the door knobs opens to reveal jason, looking disheveled with his hair messy and lazily opened eyelids. he was still shirtless and only wearing a pair of sweatpants. he’s tall figure leans against the doorway, his eyes scans her form. “hey…”, he says. jason’s voice was more rough after just waking up. y/n swallowed the gulp her throat, “hi..”

both husband and wife stood in the open bathroom, uncertain of what to even say to each other. the two of them were both as exhausted.

deciding to say something first, y/n spoke. “I don’t know if I would want to keep it or not”, she says with a small whisper. y/n starts to play with her fingernails as a way to avoid looking at jason. and while he looked at her, he could see she was nervous. her words hit him straight in his heart. he continued on being silent to let her continue on her sentences. “if I decide, what I want to do. we can talk more later on. right now I just really want to be sure that I am…”.

jason nodded his head. he thought about the words he wanted to say very carefully. he doesn’t want to hurt his wife’s feelings or make her feel a type of way of the situation. “I don’t want you to do something because of me. that’s your choice”, he states in her response. he pushes himself from the doorway and towards y/n who still hasn’t looked up at him.

his large hands reaches to her waist, firmly grasping it. one hand touches her chin, pushing her head up to look at him. her attention to her fingers long gone. and up she sees, is the handsome face of jason’s. the scars illuminated from the light in the bathroom. his messy hair falls forward covering her forehead. “im sorry i walked away last night. I was just…overwhelmed. I know that’s not an excuse. just please, please don’t force yourself to do anything you don’t wanna do. okay?”, he sounded soft. sweet.

she could feel her eyes water from his kind words. god, he was amazing. y/n bites her lips try to stop herself from crying.

“okay?”, jason asks her rubbing his large thumb on her chin to her cheek. y/n stared at his baby blues before nodding. afraid to trust her own voice. jason pulls her in to his bare chest, whispering a quiet ‘okay’. y/n immediately relaxed in his warmth, she could smell him. he smelt like home.

the pair held each other in each other’s arms. these two know how much they love each other. they understood one another. they know what’s their quirks and such, but that doesn’t mean they are the perfect couple. jason makes mistakes. y/n makes mistakes. and yet, whatever path leads them on, they always have each other. secret or not.

how the fuck you use a pregnancy test?

jason and y/n stared down at the stick laying on the ceramic sink in the manor’s bathroom. an hour ago the both of them went out to go to the pharmacy to pick one up, along a pack of goldfish and apple juice. both, had their arms crossed as they stared with confused looks. a pit in their stomach with nerves. “this is stupid”, jason states bluntly. y/n let out an tsk before grabbing the box the stick came with.

reading the simple instructions on the back, she reads out loud enough for jason to listen. jason rolled his eyes childishly as well grabbing the pregnancy stick in his hands. he uncaps the end inspecting it, “you pee on this right?”.

“seems like it”, y/n respond. her eyebrows pinched with a lip bite as she read the rest of the instructions.

two grown adults, that do not know how to use a simple test…huh. “okay, well, do you want me to stay or?”, jason questioned his wife. y/n slowly turned her head towards jason with a lion of disbelief. “no jason I want you to watch me piss on a stick and see if i have conceived your child- NO! I do not want you to stay in here”, y/n says mockingly before grabbing him by the shoulders. turning his body towards the bathroom door, y/n lightly shoved him away.

she could hear him start chuckling at the sarcasm. once jason was out the door, he made sure to close the door behind him leaving y/n alone in the bathroom. and now the creeping feeling as she turned back towards the cursed stick laying by the sink. letting out a breath, her shoulders droop at the feeling. walking over to the sink, y/n picks up the white stick. instructions were, simple in a way. not like she really done this before. her and jay were always, and I mean ALWAYS, careful. might as get it over with, she quickly walks to the porcelain toilet.

already finished with the test, y/n laid a piece of toilet paper on the counter with the pregnancy test on top. “babe? you can come in now”, she yelled out. without looking up from the test itself she could hear jason come in through the door. jason quickly stands right next to y/n, his large arms crossed as he too stared down at the white stick.

“so…you really peed on a test…”, “yup…”

two lines. means pregnant. and one line…hopefully not.

jason could feel the bundle of nerves forming in his stomach, if he was sitting his foot would definitely be shaking from the anxiety. a couple of minutes, and the results come in quickly. but what felt like forever for it to come. y/n could see a line forming. her stomach felt lifted from the anxiety, slowly becoming relief. about to take a deep breath, y/n’s stomach began to sink…

“oh shit”, she whimpered out. her limbs felt limp. her heart felt like it just dropped to her stomach. the breath she longed to let out only sucked in. jason turned his head fast towards y/n in surprise. he leaned forward towards the test, his eyes slightly widen in shock. he closes his eyes in the disbelief he just saw. both of his hands grip the counter firmly, letting his arms hold him up. y/n’s eyes began to water in the realization.

a little bun, in the oven.

with shaky legs, she gets down on the bathroom floor slowly. her hands shaking as well reached up to clasp against the side of her head. y/n lets out ragged breaths. in a fetal position with sitting up, y/n began to cry..the sound of her whimpers alert jason. he perked up at her vulnerability only for him to quickly rush over to her on the floor. “baby…”, jason cooed now collecting her into his arms. gently, he began to rock her back and forth. something y/n found comfort in whenever she had really bad anxiety or panic attacks. usually she would just sit there, and well she wasn’t. “i know baby…”, he whispered pressing a firm kiss against her head.

as much as he was saying ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’ in his head millions of times he could beat the world record for saying the word ‘FUCK’, jason could see how devastated his own wife was. this was more harder on y/n than for him to be honest. he knows it is hard yes, but the idea of y/n either pushing out a chubby ass baby from her privates and going through hell yea…she definitely is going through it now. y/n continued to cry in his arms, her hands rub roughly against the sides of her head. jason’s hand reaches up to grab her hand to stop her rough treatment.

“stop stop stop”, jason consoled y/n holding her hand against his lips. he proceeds to press little kisses on her head. “stop…”, he pleads.

y/n sobs loudly against his chest feeling herself began to somewhat calmed down with his soft kisses. her head lightly shoved it’s way deeper into his touch. “I’m sorry jay..I’m sorry”, she apologizes over and over with watery sobs. jason shakes his head gripping onto her more tightly. “stop, stop baby please. it’s not your fault”, he mumbled.

“like I said…it’s your choice in what you want to do. you don’t have to decide right now…I just want you to be happy baby”, he states with loving and reassuring words. hope she feels somewhat better. maybe not. but what jason could do, was support her. and now time will wait…

a knife twirls swiftly against a white gloved finger, a prick of blood seeps through the fabric. in front of the knife and finger was a picture of y/n and jason from the supermarket they had went to a couple of days ago. it laid out on a huge screen just for himself alone. he stared at that photo for hours, days almost. the same photo one of his men had taken of them. “ooOhhh little birdie~”, the voice of a familiar clown purrs.

the photo alone makes him feel excited, full of joy just wanting to get his hands on his favorite robin’s wife.

the screen switches from the supermarket photo to a single picture, y/n in her own kitchen wearing a nightgown waiting for her own husband to come back home to her. a dog laying on the floor. the photo looked to be taken not far from the house itself.

“oh birdie…ill come and get you, and we’ll give him a little surprise”, he continued on purring. the mischief in his voice. show time is happening very soon for both of the couple. but he will say, he enjoys surprises…

“you need anything else?” “no, thank you”, y/n said hiding underneath the heavy comforter. ginger hops up on the bed beside her, sniffing her mother causing y/n squirm a little from the wet nose of her beloved dog. jason grinned at the sight, it took a good couple of minutes till y/n slowly ‘calmed’ down. she says she is fine but really all she wanted to do was crawl in bed and stay there for the next couple of days.

with y/n now in bed, jason decided to go out on patrol with bruce, damian and dick. and stephanie and tim offering to stay with y/n upstairs. but of course, she still doesn’t know about the chosen guards for her in case. “alright, if you need anything don’t hesitate to call me” he says softly. y/n wiggled in the sheets with the top of her head nodding. “especially for snacks?”, jason chuckled giving his wife a pat on her butt. “even for snacks. I’ll see you in the morning”, he leans down to where her covered head was. pressing a small kiss on the sheet giving one last pat on her butt before walking towards the door.

taking off the comforter from her head, her hair becomes messy and staticky. y/n looks down at ginger who laid on her back looking up at the ceiling, paws up. “looks like you will maybe have a sister..or a brother”, y/n says giving ginger a small head scratch. the soft fur soothing her.

y/n uncomfortably sighs out, she stares back at the ceiling. what the hell is she going to do now?

NOW, in the bat-cave with dick, bruce and damian all suited up. jason stood in the middle wearing his red hood suit. practically forcing himself to go out in case any new leads about joker and his men. “ill admit jay, im quite happy you get to go out with us tonight”, dick says now standing in front of jason. sure, he was really happy to have his younger brother with him tonight. jason rolled his eyes, checking the safety of his gun for any stray bullets. “yea yea “, he says to him stuffing the same gun in his holsters. he wants to just have the night end so he can come back and cuddle up with his wife.

“how’s the missus? haven’t seen her the whole day?”, dick questions jason.

jason didn’t know how to describe on how his wife is doing…so instead he just shrugged his shoulders and remained silent.

both dick and bruce noticed jason’s behavior when it came to his wife. even though dick was nosy, he decided to have another brother talk with him later. and bruce, well, he was unsure what to even say or do. he wanted to talk with his son but seeing how he was right now. not a great time especially with joker was after his own daughter in-law. damian, on the other hand squinted behind his mask as he stared at jason with crossed arms. “let’s go”, jason says stuffing his head in his helmet securing it in place.

he walks past both dick and bruce heading over to an motorcycle jason had in the bat cave. the two of them watched him, wondering what was up with the second eldest that made him more quieter than usual tonight.

A BUN IN THE OVEN YOU SAY?

AW THAT IS JUST PRECIOUS. WHAT NOW?

THAT IS A DOUBLE WIN FOR THE JOKER!

MAKE SURE HE DOESN’T KNOW FOR JASON’S SAKE.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi my loves! binx here! woo hoo! chapter five is out yay! a lot of you my loves have been wanting to be tagged for the next part and it warms my heart and makes me so happy!💕 hehe! also thank you everyone for 800 followers my love! im sorry if this was short! I’ve been also busy with other stuff I won’t get into but next chapter is better I promise! I hope you all enjoy!

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BYE BYE, MISS AMERICAN PIE - J.T. X WIFE!READER

MASTERLIST || CHAPTER SEVEN : YOU’RE GONE

pairings: jason todd (red hood) x wife!fem!reader, alfred pennyworth x fem!reader (platonic)

WARNINGS: violence, attempted kidnapping, reader is really just targeted by the scary clown man, hubby jason is dying inside, really not fun for reader

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NOT PROOFREAD - ITALICS ARE FROM MOMENTS BEFORE READER’S ABDUCTION.

MISS AMERICAN PIE HAS GONE MISSING.

AND WHERE COULD SHE HAVE GONE? I'LL TELL YOU.

SHE'S HIDING, FROM YOU.

JUST LIKE ANY OTHER NIGHT, it was quiet. usually perfect for anyone to sleep tiredly as much as they want or enough to get enough rest for what the next days are to come. the sounds of crickets awakened with the softest 'who's' from looming owls above. it was soothing for Y/N. much to say you would expect her to feel uncomfortable with how previous events had taken place. not until later on. after her call with JASON had suddenly ended and the top breaking news of the explosion not far from the city itself, sleep had clouded her mind. waiting her husband to arrive back to the Manor, Y/N laid on her side of the shared bed with Ginger, the german shepherd pup, that snored away with stretched out limbs. as much as she's felt cozy in the room, it came to her how worried she was. normally she was, yes. but something didn't feel...right. her husband would come home either with solemn dread or an loving gesture with pressed kisses against the side of her temple. she prayed it was the kisses and soft chuckles from jason tonight.

Y/N opened her eyes to scan around the bedroom, she could feel the crust forming around the very corners. reaching up a hand to rub at them away she sat up lazily. a small yawn escapes from her mouth. there was nothing but darkness except the bright moonlight shining down from the window and into the dark room. her bones felt tight. the cool air settles around her sitting up figure except the warmth by her hip from ginger.

feeling the same sleepiness take off, Y/N slams herself back down on the cool pillows. immediately her entire body relaxes once more. her head dugs into the cold side of her pillow. taking a small inhale from her nose - the scent of jason's cologne and body wash filled her nostrils. a mix of whiskey, bourbon and vanilla. spicy and sugary. she always loved how he smelled. what she hadn't noticed was the the pup who laid with twitching ears that were high and alerted. her black nose wiggled, smelling something unusual...but familiar.

creak....stomp...

halting her movement, Y/N slowly moves her attention back over to the room. pushing her body away from the soft pillowcase into a up-right position in a slow pace, she looks straight over to where the door was. from underneath the door, it was dark. no bright hallway light to see any shadow creeping from the other side. just pure darkness. from the corner of her eye Y/N could see ginger now standing up in an protective stance. a deep growl emerges from her throat. teeth bares as her eyes stare down at the door in front of her. ginger stands in front of Y/N on all fours - blocking her view. consciously , her left hand reaches from underneath the same pillow she had previously laid on. gripping onto her phone tightly. already sliding up on her screen without bothering to look away from the door and away from ginger, Y/N already starts to go through her contacts in search for her husbands. until, the doorknob twists.

instantly, she felt her breath hitch. a chill spirals down her spine. slowly Y/N pushes up entirely from the bed, gripping onto the wooden bed-frame with one hand holding onto the cold cell phone. back from her peripheral vision she could see ginger’s ear pinned back with another growl ready to released. as much as she was terrified, this happened to her once. and she wasn’t ready for it to happen again..

the knob twists. so slow. it was taunting.

the door deadly opens. door frame creaks as it reveals, nothing but a shadowy figure. the moonlight provided her sight with a towering man. his figure wore the a simple pair of khaki pants along an white tank top with the printed words on the front. 

                                    ‘ARKHAM’

‘oh shit’, Y/N gulped silently. her judgement of the previous thugs who tried to kidnap or murder her, may even both, was used ungratefully with fear. but now her judgment was even more worse. an escaped criminal from Arkham Asylum. and, joker’s men. anyone would rather spend their days and nights away in Gotham’s jail custody than Arkham. the way jason would describe the brutally and terrifying things that occurs a place like Arkham always gave her the chills. and who wouldn’t? someone spends a day in that cruel place, you might come back not the same. and we all know who ended up in that fate.

Y/N backs herself up against the cold headboard. finding little to not movement to run away. she felt completely stuck. the room rings with the german shepherd’s barks and threatening growls. the pup’s head shakes, spit flies from her baring teeth. her chest felt like it was speeding so fast it much burst out out of her. not taking her eyes off of the intruder, she felt her grasp tightening on her phone. ‘call him…call him you idiot!’

not far from her, she could hear the deep intake breaths of relief and sinister chuckle. “found you…”, the intruder spoke. a pair of the heaviest boots steps towards unarmed woman and the pup. instead of simply calling her husband who was probably far away from the manor and would take an long amount of time to get there, might as well have the ‘flight or fight’ turned on. without thinking or even doubting, Y/N turns to Jason’s side of the bed to double over the various pillows to grab the lamp that sat on the furnished nightstand. immediately pulling back her arm with the lamp in hand, the lamp flings across the room aiming for the intruder. 

fortunately the heavy product landed perfectly on the man’s bulky chest causing him to let out an loud ‘oof’ from the impact. jason would be proud to see it. his form stammers backwards from the force, a small thud falls onto the floor. a gun. it had to be. if it wasn’t, than most certainly it was a weapon of choice. Y/N’s head twists and turns to find any nearby weapon for defense. only for the slight panic inside of her in realizing the lack of items in the very room. except, a clock. it was big enough for her to possible bash his head with. or throw at him again. ‘anything could be a weapon’, jason’s word rang inside her head.

without another thought, Y/N grabbed the clock on her husbands side of the bed. as she grabs the device, it was quick to pull her back onto the bed frame. her back slams onto the heavy frame to realize it was still plugged in. ‘you gotta be fucking kidding me’, she said to herself. the anxiety crept inside her stomach. with ginger’s growl and barks made it much worse. where was everyone else? and by everyone else, alfred. he had to be here. and for sure he was alert on someone breaking in the Manor. he’s the butler for fuck sakes! a low grunt comes from the man as he slowly walks forward. he curses underneath his breath as he did. as Y/N struggled to grab onto the clock from his restraint, it gave the intruder an advantage to finally take the girl. 

not before ginger had enough. quick, the pup barked viciously lastly to run forward with a speed. her fury figure darts straight to grab onto the man’s khaki covered leg. teeth gashing with a firm grip as she held on. with a turn of her head, Y/N watched the attack unfold before her until the moon enlightens the room once more. and there it was, a gun laid out onto the floor waiting for her to run to. ‘go’, she hears her own voice whisper to herself. letting go of the worthless clock and over to the laid weapon inches away from the intruder. she was careful to not come close enough near the screaming man who was occupied in getting the pup’s teeth off of his leg. and in which he had failed. 

quickly, Y/N picks up the cold gun. her thumb slides off the safety before aiming it at the man. with a whistle coming from her lips, ginger unlatched her teeth letting go of the man. he grunts in relief before gripping his leg. “don’t fucking move”, she spoke. just as much as she wanted to sound like she wasn’t terrified. she truly was. 

when was this going to stop?

the tremble in voice was a dead give away. since the man started chuckling mockingly. “you ain’t gonna shoot me”, he said. he hissed once again as Y/N watches him clutch on his leg with a firm pressure to stop the bleeding from the rows of teeth wounds ginger had left. 

with a squint of her eyes, she breathed in heavily debating on if it would be right to shoot or not. if she did right now, more of a chance alfred would hear and will come in. or more reinforcements. Y/N lets out a sigh dropping the gun by her side. ginger trots away taking side by her mother waiting for further instructions. a lick of her mouth and chompers, the pup was content. 

“you’re right. i won’t. but doesn’t mean I can’t do this”, she says.

before the man can process her words quick enough, Y/N walks over to the sat man on the floor before swatting him with the end of the gun. hitting him on the temple hard enough for him to pass out. his body thuds hard against the floor. as he laid there completely out cold.

“I see you have taken care of him miss”, a familiar british voice had suddenly spoke from behind. turning around it was clearly to be alfred pennyworth. he looked rather disheveled. revealing he had a bit of a fight and was preoccupied. his suit was freshly wrinkled with creased. in his hands were completely bare, off of the typical white gloves he usually wears and now were replaced with a shotgun in hand. Y/N shudders with relief in seeing the butler. ginger whines out as well already wanting the older man’s attention. “well yea…he did come into my room uninvited”, she says with a little nervous chuckle. 

alfred nods with an ‘sorry’ grin. “I do apologize miss. it would seem that a few obstacles came along. I have alerted batman, for now we should head down to the cave if you prefer miss”.

”yes please”, Y/N was quick to answer with hesitation.

as she makes her way to stand next to the butler, ginger walks over to stay close enough to Y/N. her black nose wiggles, sniffing the air for anything out of the ordinary. 

alfred holds onto the shotgun tightly in his hands as he led the two through the darkened halls of the Manor. what felt like a labyrinth filled with monsters and obstacles, Y/N could see just how alfred operated. he was just as alert. he was calculated and made sure to go first before she did in case anyone decided to surprise them. luckily, there wasn’t any obstacles that stood in their way. 

“did you alert red?”, she whispered over the butlers shoulder. 

he stayed quiet in response. “I’m afraid not miss. as far as he is right now, i would say he would take much longer to get here. batman has stated I come and get you and take you to safety. as far as I know red does not know of the circumstances”, alfred explains with the same low volume. pursing her lips in thought of his words that spoke of guilt. he was right. 

if jason got here too late…only the worst would unfold.

⋆˙.☾. ⋆˙

this was worse. 

everything he could of gone through in his life, somehow this was more shattering. he could feel his bones ache. his heart was pounding in his chest from the adrenaline and of fear. 

it took him ten minutes to get here. from the depths of the city than back to the Manor. his legs were burning from the speed he was going. he had jumped from buildings to buildings. and somehow, someway he was too late. the look on everyone’s faces was enough. 

jason could see the remains of blood, unconscious bodies and shattered glass. he walks in with silence but his energy radiated pure dread. police men were uncovering the scene with cameras taking photos of the crime. and there stood, bruce dressed as Batman talking to commissioner gordon. the look on gordon’s face was written with stress and disappointment. practically sensing his presence bruce looks to his left to see jason. he stood there looking at him blankly with his helmet. bruce muttered a few words to commissioner before bidding a goodbye with a firm nod. “alright everyone out! give some room!”, jim yells out waving his hand towards the front door of the manor. 

jason could hear the multiple pair of footsteps leave the building in a rush manner. his focus more onto the scene in front of him, unbothered to even spare another glance at the commissioner and bruce. and speaking of his father, bruce had never seen jason this way. ruined. broken. it was a different type of broken. even a broken person like jason himself can be more shattered. shattered into billions even trillions of pieces and unable to be repaired. seeing his estranged son who settled down with a beauty by his side, bruce can truly see the amount of happiness his daughter in-law brought. and bruce would of had the same dream as jason. but far into this lifestyle was tougher.

bruce’s frown deepened, walking towards the stilled red hood who barely said a word. the crunch of glass as he stepped on the pieces, crunch crunch. stopping in front of him, and nearly at the same height, bruce could just see how tall his son was. even with his back hunch, jason was taller than everyone else in the house other than bruce. 

“red hood. a woman has been kidnapped. we assume it was at least seven or so men who broke in the wayne manor. alfred pennyworth, wayne’s butler has been detained by paramedics. if you wo-“

”where is she”

it was soft. a broken, yet soft cry. 

if you thought Jason Todd could ever felt more dead, than he’s in the afterlife. 

“where is she”, jason, red hood, pleaded. he spoke in a tone where gordon couldn’t hear from where he stood. his hands laid limply by his sides as he looked down at the blood stained floors and carpets. by the side of trashed wooden table with shattered tea cups and teapots laid an eye catching ring. 

it shone brightly in the manor lamp lightings as it laid there with the same poker card.

a simple gold wedding ring. the same one his wife always wore, and never took off. a vow to him, and to her. one that laid on the floor, with a bloodied message. the poker card of a joker. familiar words written on the back that read ‘BEAUTY SMILES’. the crimson color of dried blood was used to write. 

“we should wrap this up”, jim gordon sighs out tiredly as he looked down at the crime scene. 

another case from the joker. how utterly surprising. 

“as soon as we get started on-“ “that won’t be necessary, robin is already on the look out as well as nightwing”, batman says without drawing his attention away from red. jim looked at batman’s armor covered back, giving him a second glance before nodding away. “alright. my boys will do the same. we’ll let you know if we find something about joker’s whereabouts or the girls”, jim already taking leave out the door feeling the uncomfortable silence between the two vigilantes. he was getting too old to deal with the constant fighting between the two. 

and there, both father and son stood in silence. 

what was either one supposed to say? the words had no formed for one another, and yet they both felt guilt. 

“jason.”

is all bruce could even say. he wants to comfort him. tell him they will find y/n. to even tear the city through and through to search for her. something he did before and yet failed. 

and for jason, he remained in silence. it wasn’t hard to feel what he was feeling. with no facial expression with the the helmet, anyone could feel the wrath that brewed inside of him. “jason. we will find her”, bruce reassured him. it was dead. waiting patiently for any response back or even just a single movement from him, jason remained still. 

god, why is it always evil always after him. had he suffered enough through death and life itself? all he ever wanted was love. freedom. justice. anyone can take something away from him but no, not her. not his wife. 

underneath the helmet, jason’s once a soft beautiful shade of light blue turned to a darkened color of midnight blue. his jaw clenched, more sharper. his gaze now narrowed and dangerous. the red bat symbol on his chest heaved up and down as he took in heavy settled breaths. he could almost hear the voices in his head, telling him to do anything. anything that is necessary. whatever is right. to kill. and no one is going to stop him. not this time.

- ☾ -

could this manor be even more bigger than it already is. not to mention how cold it is. Y/N paced herself next to alfred along of the company of ginger. it was as dark as it was in the halls than the bedrooms, barely could see anything but outlines of doors, desks and vases. and the occasional bumping into either freshly deceased or unconscious bodies that laid across the floors. neither the two have spoken after Y/N’s question of her husband’s location. as the three carefully tip toed through the halls, almost close to the grandfather clock, a chill once again ran through down the crack of her spine. just as alfred led the two around the corner, ginger’s nose wiggles once more. the pup detects another intruder in the house. and before she had the courage to alert the butler and the woman, a figure in pops up just as they turn.

the figure let out a loud roar at the sight of the two till they collided with Y/N’s body. the impact caught her off guard as her body slammed down against the floor, barely letting out a gasp or a shout. 

“I GOT HER!”, the figure yelled out. 

alfred immediately taking action as he kicked the figure at it’s side causing them to fall back. the butler aims the shotgun at the intruders arm, disarming then in case they decided to get any ideas. the loud gunshot rang through the empty halls as ginger barked and snarled at the screaming figure down at her feet, Y/N’s ears were quick to ring - cutting off any sound for a moment.

trails of smoke leave the shotgun in alfred’s hands. laying on the ruined carpet, Y/N squeezed her eyes shut to focus on her hearing that barely came back to her. her palms lay out underneath her as she pushes herself off the ground. the muffled sounds of screams of pain and barks slowly come back to her. “we must go now”, alfred briefly spoke. his hand reaches out to the fallen woman till a force rams inside onto alfred’s side. alfred let out a grunt as his body slams against the wall. another figure grabs a hold of the shotgun in his hands, tugging on it fiercely.

Y/N shakes her head, opening her eyes to where alfred once stood to the two fighting figures on her left. quickly her attention is onto the alfred, already pushing herself off the floor ready to help the butler. “get the fuck off of him!”, she yells out from behind the figure. her hands grab onto the figures face pulling backwards in order to get this person away. and as she pulled, Y/N grits her teeth in determination. but seeing as though this person wanted the shotgun in alfred’s hands, her hands right up to the person’s upper cheek. the white nail on her finger glides against the rough skin. the harder she pulled, the more skin and blood sheds underneath her nail.

sound of the skin dragging itself from harsh tugging and a low pained groan escapes from the holder. just then, their hold loosens for a second. giving alfred enough advantage to tug back the shotgun to him. raising his arms high where his head was to hitting the butt of the gun against one of the intruders head. 

a thud falls back onto to Y/N until she steps back causing the unconscious body to fall carelessly onto the floor. 

both alfred and Y/N’s chest heaves as they looked down at the body by their feet’s. the hand Y/N had used laid by her hip, a single droplet of blood dripped down. definitely going to need to wash my hands, she spoke in her head.

“well, I would say that was an decent amount of team-work there miss y/n”, alfred ‘thanked’ her. Y/N raised an eyebrow at his words before rolling her head. “you’re welcome, alfred”, she breathed out turning her back to the now-whimpering man on the floor.

”I do think several classes of women’s defense classes would be best suited for you ma’am”, he suggests digging his hand inside his trousers’ pockets pulling out several bullets. 

Y/N shrugged, “I took some classes. I’m not really the type to go out as much”.

”well when this all over, I’ll speak to master jason about the arrangements”

”good luck, he’ll want either him or bruce to teach me”

”well, I did train him to be the best. I was a spy”, alfred said nonchalantly as he switched the empty shotgun shells letting them fall on the floor to more ammo. 

from behind Y/N undetected, except for ginger and alfred, both ready to defend her was three more lingering figures. one with a baseball bat and the other two had undetermined weapons on them for sure. 

“miss y/n” “yea?”, Y/N asked. her attention onto alfred as she stood stunned to see the end of the shotgun pointed at her. “duck”, he said. a questioned expression on her face not realizing his words. her eyebrows narrowed together with pursed lips. “what?”, she questioned once more. ‘why the hell- duck?’, Y/N asked herself.

alfred’s eyes shifted onto the side, seeing a fourth figure entering the hallway. “duck!”, he yells out. ‘oh duck!’, she exclaimed in her head with her eyes widen at the realization. 

immediately ducking head down, alfred fires at each of the intruders - already taking one of them down. ginger leaps in the butlers frame as her furry body tackles one of them. her body thrashes around, biting harder and harder into their skin as they screamed bloody murder. as Y/N stays down, she looks around to see alfred had disappeared. hearing so he was handing himself with a few punches and swift kicks. 

‘come on jay, we need you’, Y/N pleaded in hopes of her husband popping up. 

“WHERE’S THE GIRL?!” “WELL FIND HER! ILL DEAL WITH THE OLD MAN”, she hears two bickering male voices. 

it was even worse that she couldn’t at all see. and how the hell does alfred have x-ray vision in the dark? it was different for ginger as she is a dog. a good one at that. run!”, she hears alfred yell out in a struggle. crouching down to her knees, Y/N crawls away rushing to where the staircase now stands. 

getting off the floor her body picks itself up to go down the stairs carefully but quick enough to reach the grandfather clock. 

finally, by the time Y/N reaches the end of the stairs another figure comes up from behind her. a silver crowbar holds up and above, striking her on the side of her head. the chilling sound of her skull being hit with a heavy object was enough for anyone to cringe to. 

she lets out an low yelp as she falls onto the floor once again. her front body lays against the cold marble tile floors. Y/N’s head collided with the hard floorboard causing her entire head to throb in pain. closing her eyes with a scrunched up look as she gasps at the enticing struck of a hit. 

“tsk tsk, OOooHHhh, now now birdie. next time you shouldn’t run down the stairs and this would’ve not happened, now would it”.

Y/N’s body stilled, that voice…

“ooohhhh, ive been waiting to meet you for so long. it’s a shame he’s not here to see the lovely reunion we could of had together”, the voice creeps forward, walking around her weakened form. 

keeping her eyes closed, afraid if she opened them, she’ll see the truly terrifying thing she never thought she would ever face. squeezing them shut Y/N gulped swallowing the ball of spit that had formed in her mouth. this action wasn’t unnoticed by the clown at all. it only caused him to ‘tsk’ teasingly. “aw, what? you seem scared there missus cherry pie”, he spoke menacing like with a spark of humor. his voice inch closer and closer to her. the waft of his disgusting breath hitting against the softness of her skin. she wanted to gag at the smell and of his presence.

never in her life was Y/N L/N Todd ever terrified. maybe some instincts, yes, but never in this exact moment did she want to run and hide away. 

practically shaking like a leaf on the floor, she felt her stomach tighten. 

a brilliant reminder of her shared news with her husband. the part of her and jason, now amongst in the company of an unwanted man who terrorized her husband’s memories and now of hers. unstoppable, the tremors of her fear ripples through her body more. she probably looked like a chihuahua. 

“why so scared? it’s just me. uncle j. me and your dear husband have some history”, he giggles till it fades. “oohh wait ~ uncle. j. I don’t know about you miss pie but we seem to also have something else in common, me and your husband. our names, start with a, j. wow! already feel like family!”, he goes on as he laughs. that laugh, even on tv it was chilling to her. just how he could go on, and on with laughter. 

her chest heaves till Y/N feels two fingers grip onto her cheeks, squeezing them together. 

“and! that’s not the best part yet!”, he yells out in excitement along of a stringing laughter. listening to any sound of his new words or even alfred coming downstairs to save her, only to hear the cruel sound of silence. anxiety pitted itself deep inside her. a sudden wave of warmth inches itself closer to Y/N, and a pungent breath wafts her senses. his breath and mouth sits right in her ear, “i know that you and birdie…have been expecting”. 

a gasp escapes her mouth as Y/N opens her eyes. now in her vision, was the clown prince. a murderer. a form of torture. the boogeyman. joker. 

his face, painted in now crusted white clown paint along of a carved smeared red smile that traced the elongated slits on the side of his lips. his eyes were wide and manic. the bright green hair color slightly faded within his eyebrows and hair. he was skinny. lengthy. almost towering figure that made you want to crawl away from him. joker giggled in seeing Y/N’s shocked and scared expression. “what?! you think uncle j wouldn’t figure it out? oh silly girl, the plans I have for us”, he says the end of his sentence with such evil. 

the thought of him harming the very thing her and jason created, was a promise she vowed herself to never let it happen. and yet here it was. 

Y/N lifts her up head with joker following her traces before she spits right in his eye. 

the smile on his face dropped down dramatically at the action. before it comes back up with a joyfully smile along of a heartedly laughter from the clown. “now I see why he chose you. you do still got some little fire in there huh?”. 

joker leans away from Y/N now standing tall, he looks down at his imaginary watch on his wrist for tsking with a shake of his head in disappointment. “oh boy, looks like we gotta hurry before one of the either comes and takes you away from me again. gentlemen! let’s hurry and make this quick!”, he yells out through the manor. 

what seems like numerous of henchmen coming from left and right and down the stairs, Y/N raised her head higher in search of her companions. where was alfred and ginger? the thought of worst ran through her head. “oh don’t worry pumpkin, I didn’t kill him nor you’re stupid pup. I’m not a monster”, joker spoke of sarcasm. at least that was the only relief. a pair of arms and hands wrap themselves around her shoulders and arms tightly. causing Y/N to panic and easily start fighting. “wha- let me go!”, she yelled out as she tugs her arms away from the harsh grips.

”come now, off we go!”, joker turns on his heel leading away his henchmen and Y/N. 

“get the fuck off of me! get off you fucking clowns!”, Y/N bites back. 

as the pair of henchmen leads her body away further and further away from the manor, Y/N could see a black van awaiting by the front door. 

they were taking her away…away from here. and away from jason. 

“no no no, no! stop! let go of me!”, she screams out pulling at her arms as well as kicking the henchmen. dragging her down the white steps and onto the gravel, a large bald man holding an AK-47 opens the back door of the van. 

joker turns back onto his heel to face Y/N. skipping on his feet, he stands in front of the women before grabbing her left hand. “one last thing missus. let’s send a little message to little birdie, mmhm?”. 

Y/N looks up at the joker with narrowed yet fearful eyes. his smile inches wider and wider turning it into the most haunting and chilling smile she’s ever seen. 

and below from Y/N’s view in joker’s unoccupied hand, was a butterfly knife. 

ready to carve itself into her beautiful skin.

           OH MISS AMERICAN PIE!

WHERE HAVE YOU GONE?

LOOKS LIKE THE YOU’VE GOT YOURSELF INTO SOME TROUBLE! 

LET’S SEE IF YOU CAN GET YOURSELF OUT.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi my loves.

here is finally chapter seven! yea i know im late! sorry! also guess who’s birthday it was a couple days ago, whoop whoop! another year of being old✨ anyways i guess im fully back idk yet but here is the new chapter loves! sorry if it’s a little bad, half of it I was half asleep hehe. don’t worry I’ll edit it and stuff. let me know if I forgot to tag u please! and if you want to be tagged! <3

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DATING HEAD CANNONS - DICK GRAYSON

(there is no nsfw!! also no pronouns are mentioned!!)

(please don’t reblog!)

the start of your relationship

honestly when your first started dating you were really confused why he would constantly have bruises and gashes on him, or why hr just disappears. i feel like it you guys would get in a fight about him keeping BIG secrets, and like he would accidentally tell his secret and your just standing there wide eyed!!! he would probably be so scared that you’ll get scared and leave him. you end up giving him a huge bear hug mumbling “you better not die”! AND THIS MAN WAS OVER THE MOOOOOOOOON!!!!

he would be such a romantic! he will flirt all the time with you but it would be VERY common when you guys first started dating! he will ALWAYS hold your hand and would never let go because he’d be scared if you just vanished! he would immediately introduce you to the batfam! i feel like Damian would rly love you! like at first he was kind of distant but he warmed up to you later and wouldn’t let you be!!! dick probably has to beg Damian to let you be so he can spend alone time with you!

actual relationship hcs :)

STOP HE WOULD BE THE BIGGEST SWEETHEART EVER!!!!!!! you would get small and big gifts! i feel eventually you’d feel a bit bad that he is spending so much money on you but he genuinely insists that its fine!!!

dates would be the most fun thing ever!!! you guys either stay at home and just chill, cuddling just in each others warmth! or you guys would dress up and go to a fancy place!!

he is in love with your lips!! he loves how they feel against his, how warm and soft they are! he loves the colour of your lips (i have a darker top lip and hated it for so long! but you all are pretty so please dont ever hate your lips or anything about you!)

he always has to be touching you! not in a sexual way though! like he loves to pull you close by wrapping his arm around your waist!!

HE GIVES THE BEST HUGS

after a tough night your sweet face makes it all worth it!!!

overall ♾/10 boyfriend

have a great day/night and drink water!!!