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𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑!

🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 jason meets a single father, desperate for a chance at love again. little did you know, you’re right up his alley! ~

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ JASON TODD X MALE! READER

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — ftm!reader, dilf!reader, red hood! jason in mind, age gap [reader is in his 30s while jason is 23] mentions of divorce, sexting, doggy style, implied size differences, breeding, jason wants to knock you up so bad omfg

[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ this was lowkey a little self indulgent but can you blame me? no. now shush and enjoy <3

ᥫ᭡. — jason todd never really cared about his dating life, and really why should he? getting blown up, resurrected and busting some heads open keeps a man busy! if he’s not dealing with black mask’s goons or the bat himself, you can find him in the nearest diner enjoying his own company. that is of course..until he laid eyes on you.

ᥫ᭡. — alone and pretty, you sat at the bar stood a couple feet away from him. staring down at the empty pit of your dark coffee, you’re heart heavy and tears threatening to spill out. jason, while having a hard outer, still had a little heart to scotch over and struck up small talk with you. after all, he did say it himself that he is a good listener! after some innocent chatter, you finally allowed the friendly face to fall and began to vent to the stranger. you’re recent yet messy divorce from your ex-husband, the juvenile drama he brought, the exhausting routine of juggling work with your daughter—wait. you had a daughter?! jason eyes widened, finally allowing himself the realization. you were one hell of a dilf! <3

ᥫ᭡. — despite being nearly a decade apart in age, you looked so damn good. tired eyes peering upwards at him with that adorable, gentle smile. fuck, you were so small compared to him. he could’ve easily picked you up and threw you over his huge shoulders and just take you away, back to his place. his bed. he couldn’t stop the lewd images from flooding his head, you taking his girth in that pretty mouth or face down while he dicked you down doggy style. you’d make the prettiest noises while he breeds your pretty pussy full, only to flip you onto your back and ass fuck you until you ruin the sheets.

ᥫ᭡. — fuck it. he thought to himself as you walked out of the diner happier then before, and with his number too! the next few weeks, every text the vigilante sent you made you feel more in love then your last marriage could’ve gave you. of course, the conversation didn’t stay innocent for long. soon, jason began to open his texts to pictures of you in the sexiest lingerie, you’re legs spread open to show off your needy cunt. strip tease pictures at your workplace’s restrooms in your uniform, and the audios…you’d send him a particularly lewd audio of you fucking yourself with one of your many sex toys you’ve stashed away, moaning jason’s name and begging him to come over and satiate your neglected desires. safe to say, he drove like a madman to your house the next night your daughter is with a sitter.

“o-oh jason! don’t stop please..!”

just like the way he wanted, you face down and ass high up for him to fuck your cunt stupid while you moaned like a bitch in heat. your cute cheeks were littered with his giant handprints from his harsh spankings. you were fuckin’ perfect.

“mm keep talking baby, takin’ me so well like a good little boy yeah?”

jason knew the comedic irony of calling you, an older man, a little boy. yet the name made you clench around his girth with a sigh of pleasure leaking through your drooling lips. you loved that name, a lot. something that snapped the rope of control in two, unleashing an insatiable nature that only existed in his disgusting fantasies.

jason pulled out, grabbing you by your upper body before practically manhandling you onto your back. before you could even make a noise, the young man pressed his whole weight against yours and sunk his cock into you until he was already balls deep. taking it from behind was a challenge in itself, yet he outdid himself once again as a strained moan tore itself out of your throat.

“shhh..” jason’s shushes tickled your ear, drowning out your shakey whines. “relax baby, can’t fuck a baby in you if your squirmin’ like that.”

oh..oh shit. it was enough to have you clench around his girth as he snapped his hips against yours with an unforgiving pace. a pace that spoke more then whatever came out of his mouth. nothing but promises of another baby, a sibling for your little girl from a man you met in a diner not long ago.

“just like that! like that ja..son! oh god!”

nails raked against the bare skin of his back as your felt that familiar yet distant feeling of your orgasm inching closer and closer, eyes rolled to your brain as jason kept spewing out profanities and coos of faux sympathy.

“shiiit, can’t believe you’re husband left you baby. i would’ve knocked you up every chance i got, treat you like a damn prince..”

he was right, you’re husband never gave you sex this good nor did he spoke such words that went straight into your cunt. every praise, every groan and grunt jason let out pushed you closer and closer..until you finally snapped.

“j-ja-SON! MMM FUCK!”

you gushed all over the vigilante’s cock as he painted your pussy white, breeding you until you couldn’t hold another drop in. the pleasure could’ve damn well nearly killed you as you laid there near unconscious and panting like a dog. jason, however, was only getting started.

“don’t think i’m done with you yet boy..it ain’t over till you’re kid has a sibling.”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

Get Off my Car!

Red Hood x Reader (f!)

Scary vigilante or not after a 12 hour shift anyone would be annoyed with someone refusing to stop using your car as a seat

Warnings: Mild banter and a few innuendos, blood and mild panic

🚫 DO NOT USE FOR ACCURATE MEDICAL DIAGNOSIS OR PROCEDURES OF ANY KIND IM NOT A TRAINED MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL WHATSOEVER 🚫

Taking on a considerable amount of under paid overtime was less than ideal. More so as a fresh med grad at a Bowery hospital. But you needed the hours and more than anything the experience

Slightly regretting it when needing to cross the dark parking lot after a graveyard shift. In a City brimming with vigilantism and villains. They just had to give the worst shift to the newbie huh

It was a dreadingly long walk to your car that felt like a lot longer than it probably was

But here you were nonetheless. A very large obstacle in your way. Something that not only had your mouth gaping open but also incredibly irritated. Red Hood was using the back half of your cars roof as a seat. Said half visibly closer to the ground than the other. While audibly playing some kind of shooter game on his phone

"Uhm- Red Hood can you-" the current irritation was lower than the fear while you clutched your satchel gathering your courage "please can you get off my car sir?"

He was secretly offended you thought he was old enough to be called sir and it may have influenced in his response

He gave you the finger and promptly resumed his game. Not that he'd even paused it to begin with. You were too tired to deal with this after such a long shift. Your keys were already clutched between your knuckles throughout the walk to your car and accessible. You simply got into your car and in a burst of courage? tiredness? irritation? it could of been anything honestly

Regardless of the reason, you simply put the car in reverse and satisfyingly watched him roll right off. No middle finger now huh

Rolling your window down, he lay on the floor twitching. The adrenaline was certainly there now realizing what you'd done and quite honestly expecting to see a gun pointing at your face through the window

However, Red Hood was now laughing loudly from his position on the floor

"You're crazy! Sure caught me off guard"

He continued to squawk on the floor. Leather jacket visibly crinkling with his movement. Not exactly what you were expecting but you'd take it over a gun to the face any day. Peeking curiously out your window with baited breath just waiting for something else to happen. For anything else to happen

Finally sitting up. His day had been less than ideal and rolling off of a car certainly wasn't something he planned on doing today but it somehow didn't make the day any worse. Especially not when you, a cute person in scrubs watched him intently form the driver seat

"Hey-" you visibly flinched "I'll take ya home" still frozen in your seat as he got off the floor and walked over to your passenger side door

Only turning to look at Red Hood when he knocked on the window. Narrowing your eyes at him. He chuckled. "I won't do anything weird, swear" putting a hand up as if saying an oath. Barely convinced and still suspicious, you very slowly moved to unlock the car

"Try anything funny and I'll run you over as soon as you get outta my car"

He laughed again slipping into your passenger seat "Got it. I'll just see you home"

Your already tense shoulders were now on the verge of cramping. "Put your seatbelt on" Red Hood only stared. Realizing it was a stupid request but persisting anyway now that the words had left your mouth "wouldn't want another incident involving my car now would we"

His presence was both releaving and unnerving. Pro, scariest vigilante was here to protect you should anything happen. Con, a huge buff man was now sitting in your passenger seat in the dead of night with no witnesses should anything happen

He was incredibly amused but still complied. You were extremely gutsy and he applauded that. Meanwhile you had no idea where said courage was stemming from

You began the drive home, Red Hood going back to his game. It wasn't a long drive or an eventful one either. Soon pulling into the apartments parking lot "Alright this is it" he didn't make any effort to move. Your shoulder brushing his broad ones when you gathered your satchel and keys

You'd realized how much his shoulders spilled over the seats width when he first took a seat. But it made you feel small nonetheless

You got out of the car and took a few steps towards the stairs leading up. Red Hood was already half a step behind you without really noticing him get out of the car, proceeding to lock it "That won't really do much"

"Yeah I know... it's more for comfort I suppose?" Shrugging absentmindedly, if you were to get robbed not much could stop it unless there was someone there in the moment brave enough to do something about it

He got in the elevator with you, more than you already expected for little ol' you. Accompanying you all the way to the door "Thank you for escorting me?... accompanying me all the way here. Sorry about the car. Genuinely. Omg I didn't apologize sooner I'm so so so sorry. Are you alright? I'm a terrible person- I'm a terrible doctor." His chuckle brought you back up to earth from that downward spiral

"I'm alright-"

"Are you sure! Should I examine you?"

"Oh? "

"What- no wait not like that" if Red Hood had been amused before by how you rolled him off your car he was more amused now seeing you flustered

"I'll see you around" he waved and simply walked off leaving you dumbstruck and flushed red at your apartment door

"I'll see you around? What a dork"

"Shut up dickhead or I'll punch your teeth in" is heard down the hall and you wonder if he was talking to another tenant

— • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • —

It'd been a few nights now and there hadn't been any vigilantes in sight. Until tonight at least. Similarly as the first time you approached your car after another long shift and there he was on your car roof again

Irritation bubbled up like pasta water reaching a boil about to spill over

"Do I have to roll you off again!" A scowl evident under the street light in the open lot

"Oh no not today haha" he slipped off the roof with a practiced elegance a white paper cup in hand, another next to where he was just sitting

A lid immediately placed on those boiling noodles effectively suffocating all irritation originally there "Coffee?" Not exactly what you were expecting making it quite the pleasant surprise

"Oh sorry, I'll be going to bed soon but thank you though" you felt bad, sheepishly turning him down with pink cheeks

"Oh right, it's decaf!" Red Hood quickly reached for the cup on top your car to present it to you, the sticker on it in fact saying decaf

"Aw thank you, that's really sweet"

There was a slight awkward pause. You took a sip of it, the coffee itself was really good although plain. But still hot making you wonder how he'd done it when it seemed like he'd been sitting there for a bit waiting for you

"Ah can I?"

You pointed at the driver side door. Which he was standing in front of

"Oh right, sure" "Smooth "

"Shut up!"

"Excuse me?"

"Not you! Ugh" he seemed to press a hand to his forehead? Brow? It was hard to tell with the helmet "the coms, ah communications" he pointed to the side of the helmet presumably where his ears were

"Oh I understand, cool... you're not crazy then" you tried to dissuade the awkwardness

Red Hoods shoulders eased down and he chuckled "Something like that" he left it open to interpretation and it made you smirk. You liked his humor

"Right..." You teased moving to try and unlock your door. He didn't move much, shadow cast by the street light engulfing your figure. "You going home with me today too?" He snorted, realizing what you said "No! Stoppp it not what I meant" you attempted to shove him out of the way but struggled which only made him laugh "Meanie"

However once unlocked he opened the door and stepped aside for you, it'd been a long time since someone had opened a door for you "Than- thank you" he nodded

Once both of you were seated "Why so nice all of a sudden?" he hummed mulling over the question while you started the car

"I guess I was in a bad mood?"

You snorted "Aren't you usually" you snarked back without much though "Sorry!" You squeaked "Don't shoot me please, you're just easy to talk to I didn't mean to"

He laughed fully and it made your face heat up in embarrassment "I don't mind, you've got guts I like that" he stretched in the cramped seat bumping your shoulder. Sending a wave of heat upon contact, said heat collecting in your face

Hiding your face behind the cup of coffee "Ah, I wasn't sure how you liked it..."

"Oh it's fine, it's really good coffee"

"Yeah, I know a place"

"Open at this hour?"

"I called in a favor"

"For me?" You spared a quick glance his way, but Red Hood was avoiding your gaze looking out the window. A hand rubbing the back of his neck. It made you feel special

The little of what was left of the ride was silent, until he was seeing you off at your door once more "Would you like to sit and finish the rest of your coffee?" You opened the door inviting him in

Red Hood pondered it but realized that required taking off his helmet to do. Knocking on such "Oh right! Sorry" you bumped your forehead gently with a fist "Thank you for the coffee again" remembering something and gesturing Red Hood to wait while you run into the apartment for a short time

Re-emerging with a small tupperware container with a red lid "A snack for your coffee, I can reheat it for you if it's gone cold if you like" some of that heat radiating off of him crawling up his neck

He takes a seat on the ledge of a nearby roof, removing the red lid to reveal what look like homemade tumb print cookies wrapped in a cloth napkin "Ouuu can I have one?"

"It's alright thanks though" you hand him the container and wave him goodbye

~

"Fuck off Dick" he hides them in his leather jacket from the other vigilantes view

"Pleaseeee, c'mon Jay I let you borrow my electric coasterrr"

The older of the two whining "Fine just one tho" he keeps them hidden however until his helmet is off and he's had one. Only then does he offer one to the blue and black sporting acrobat

"Oh these are good! Bring me some too next time"

— • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • —

"Hood!" You smile seeing his bulky figure sat on top of your car. You could get used to his presence even if just for the short ride home, maybe look forward to it sometimes after a couple nights without seeing him

You approached you car with a slight pep in your step. None of that initial irritation present

"Hey!" Red Hood perked up from his seat where he was previously looking at his phone. "Think you can share that cookie recipe?" He says hopping off

"Of course, I can show you how to make them if you'd like"

"I would actually" you can hear the smile in his voice even through the modulator and it ignites a familiar heat in your face "are you free tomorrow?"

"Yeah, what time works" now you had more to look forward to as you approached the car more

"I can come around noon or sometime later if you'd like"

"No that works just fine" it'd been a particularly long shift and the slight chill to the night air made the exhaustion evident with the large yawn

"Here, I'll drive"

"It's fine I don't mind"

He didn't budge, only holding his hand out waiting of your keys. "What, don't think I can drive" he teased and you begrudgingly handed your keys over. Both of you made your way over to the passenger side and he opened the door for you again. Tossing his leather jacket on you once you were seated

You were about to protest but he gently closed the door and made his way over to the drivers seat. Laughing at him when his knees pressed against the dashboard

Not missing the way his suit fit tightly or how his forearm looked while he held the wheel. The drive was incredibly smooth making it easy to doze off quickly. More so when wrapped in the jacket. It was comfortingly warm and smelled lightly of cologne

Red Hood quite liked how you looked snuggled into his jacket. Made him want to snap a picture but thought against the idea not wanting to seem weird

Soon he pulled into the parking lot but you were still sound asleep. Not wanting to wake you up he gathered your things and with the utmost care picked you up bridal style. Making sure to keep you wrapped up in the brown leather

He felt bad going into your home, more so looking around for your bedroom but he didn't want to just leave you on the couch

He set you gently on the first bed he found. After only peeking into the bathroom. Red Hood decided to leave his jacket too telling himself he'd just pick it up when he came to bake. In reality he just didn't want to risk waking you up. Leaving a little note on the dresser before locking up on his way out

— • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • —

Stirring awake face still shoved under the covers. You didn't remember going to bed

But here you were under the covers, shoes removed in the guest room. But still in your scrubs. And also a brown leather jacket. The one Red Hood gave you before driving you home

Turning to face the edge of the bed and sitting upright, noticing the slip of paper on the dresser

You fell asleep in the car, sorry to barge into your house like this but I didn't wanna wake you. I left your bag in the living room before I locked up on my way out

With a poorly drawn version of his helmet in red pen. You left the guest room with a smile on your face and tidied up slightly before going into your room to shower. You'd slept in slightly and only had a chance to do that before you heard a knock at the door. Rushing, you opened the door in an oversized shirt and still wet hair "Oh I can come back later if you want"

He was in a t-shirt and jeans, still wearing his helmet, tupperware in hand "oh it's alright, if you don't mind waiting a little bit" he nodded and you showed him to the living room. Taking a look around and getting a better look at things now that he wasn't reaching in the dark like last night "make yourself comfortable I'll be right back, you can leave that wherever"

You disappeared into the back room and put on a pair of leggings and patted out your hair down with a towel some more before brushing it through another time "I slept in a bit and didn't have time to get things ready sorry" he's sitting awkwardly on your couch hands on his knees

"It's alright" you go back into the kitchen and he follows you awkwardly. Digging around a cloth cabinet where you keep the clean dish rags and cloth napkins

"Aha!" You hold two aprons proudly "take your pick" the more used looking one is black with white lettering saying I don't know what I'm doing which was tempting but the more colorful one had Kiss the cook

"If I pick that one will you do it?" He asks pointing at the pastel tie dye apron in your left hand

"Depends if your cooking is any good" you challenged with a smirk tossing it to him

He caught it effortlessly "I'll hold you to that" you laughed nodding, tying your own appron and going to fetch the ingredients and preheating the oven

A little bit of chaos and shenanigans ensued. But all small messes and a lot of fun. He was surprisingly good in the kitchen, grasping what you showed him fairly quickly

"Now we can make the jam while the dough chills"

"That was homemade too?" You nod chuckling slightly at the awe in his robotic voice "It's really not that hard"

"It isn't ?" He was being suggestive again and you rolled your eyes at him

"Oh shut it or I won't give you any to take home"

"You wouldn't dare!" He holds a hand to his chest dramatically

"Fuck around and find out" he gasps crumbling to the floor in fake sobs and you laugh getting some strawberries and raspberries from the fridge "now go wash your hands again so you can help me cut these strawberries"

He mock salutes from the floor and kicks up into a standing position going to do exactly what you asked, washing the few dirty dishes leftover from when you were making the dough not long ago

"Oh you don't need to" you try to tell him when you notice but he finishes washing them anyway before rejoining you at the kitchen island to finish cutting the strawberries into 4's. Once that's finished you have him squeeze some lemon juice while you get the berries in a sauce pan with sugar and the lemon juice once he hands it over "now just bring to a light boil and stir constantly"

"And we can blend them or mash" he scavenges a drawer you point at and hands you the masher "now we just let it cool"

You turn off the stove and remove the pan before grabing the dough from the fridge "we can roll and cut the cookies out while it cools" you grab a pair of cookie cutters and rolling pins sprinkling a bit of powdered sugar to the kitchen island before grabbing the two dough balls from the bowl

Showing Red Hood to what thickness to roll it out to, him mirroring as you do it. Same when you cut out the circles and reroll the dough to make more

"Now just press your thumb into it a little bit" you snorted as he pushed holes through the first two before getting the pressure right. Now fetching the sauce pan with the jam and two spoons

"Just scoop a little bit into the indent"

He didn't fill the donuts he made and the first he overfilled but the rest came out nicely, it wasn't long before the two batches were in the oven "So about that kiss?"

You'd forgotten all about it "Hmm I'll give the kiss of approval once I try one"

He grumbles but agrees

"Oh I didn't get a chance to wash your jacket sorry" he hums curiously and you go back to your room to fetch his neatly folded leather jacket

"Oh don't worry about it"

~

The smell of the cookies began filling your apartment and the timer you set once they were in the oven went off

"Alright moment of truth" you grin, grabbing a hand towel and opening the oven to remove the trays setting them on the stove top to cool "aww they look good!" You smile at his single print and your heart print cookies

You grab one of his and blow on it a couple of times to cool it off faster before popping it into your mouth. "Mmm~" you sigh content "that's good" you nod approvingly

"So... does it get the kiss of approval?" Once you finish you lean up to place a peck to the cheek of Hoods helmet

It almost made him want to take it off

— • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • —

It'd been a couple of days since you'd baked together and he'd stopped by to drive you home most nights since. Hood hadn't stopped by tonight however

It made the drive home rather lonely

More so when GCPD had closed off a street and you'd had to reroute the way home. It made it seem longer than it probably was. But you made it home nonetheless

Readying for bed but not able shake off a slight unnerving feeling. The ruckus from the reroute had since settled but you couldn't. Already in your pjs but unable to go to bed instead pacing your living room in the dark and basking in the yellow fridge light every so often. Nearly jumping out of your skin when you heard a tap on your living room widow

Should I look, what if it's nothing or just a stray cat or something. It could be a psycho clown. Or or or maybe it's Hood?

There's another tap only this time it sounds more like an actual knock. Your brain is saying no but your gut is telling you to go look. You end up listening to your gut and rip open the curtain

It is Hood. He's hunched over and his helmet is cracked open on top. A jolt of electricity shooting out of your chest and into the rest of your body

"Hood!" You rush to open the window and climb out onto the fire escape. The bars of the platform are cold and dig into your bare feet. You struggle to lift such a tall dense man and help him inside

He collapses on your floor and you mildly panic "okay okay" you rush to turn the lights on and grab the closest medical equipment

His helmet is cracked open and there's a puncture wound on his abdomen it's not big but it is deep. You snap a pair of gloves on and begin to cut his suit. Cleaning it out and taping a gauze over it. There doesn't seem to be damage to any organs or internal bleeding for the time being, at least not that you could visibly spot without any scans. Now his head "I- I have to remove your helmet alright" he nods off "don't move your head alright" you quickly and carefully take it off, there's a red domino mask over his eyes

God he's gorgeous- not the time! Not the time!

He's bleeding a lot, it looks like repeated trauma to the head. It's no wonder his helmet broke. But the bleeding is a good sign it means it's not gathering in his head building pressure. You go to get a towel to soak up some of the blood

His knee is dislocated! How did he even get here

You get a small hand towel and fold it "Bite this, I'm going to push your knee into place. It's going to hurt alright" he clenches his hands above his head and you adjusted everything "alright one, two, three-" applying enough pressure to pop it into place a muffled cry following soon after

The bleeding on his head seemed to subside and you began to evaluate for a concussion. Then cleaning and bandaging his head

He had lost a lot of blood from his head wound and was starting to loose consciousness but you tried to keep him up until you made sure the head trauma wasn't fatal "I need to remove the mask to see your eyes alright"

Hood could no longer consent to procedures as he slipped further and further into unconsciousness. Guilt heavy on your heart, you peeled off the last physical thing protecting his identity

Prying open his cerulean eyes to examine. They were the most beautiful shade of blue, but clouded by a dizzy haze muddling his head "I'm going to get you through this alright" it was hard to tell if you were comforting him or trying to reassure yourself. Regardless the trauma to his head didn't seem fatal upon an initial, thorough examination

Now that Hood was stable for the time being you began clean up. Mostly the pool of blood seeping out of the towel that was supposed to be collecting it

The adrenaline only barely beginning to ware off now. The cleaning wasn't as thorough as your treatment was but it was efficient. Trembling hands wiping the last remains of the crimson stain that would certainly persist long after this

Now how could you make Hood more comfortable? Attempting to lift him onto the couch or spare bed in the guest room was out of the question. You could hardly lift him WITH his help. Not to mention the risk in moving him would pose to his injuries when done incorrectly, which would be the likely outcome

Deciding it was easier to bring the bed to him you went into the guest room and began to strip the mattress. Tossing the comforter and pillows carelessly to the floor and proceeding to yank the mattress off the base. It was almost as heavy as Hood but far less delicate. Manhandling it onto its side and easily sliding it out of the room across the wooden floor

Was it collecting all sorts of dust and nasties? Most certainly. But you didn't care, you could buy a new mattress cover later. Letting it fall flat behind the couch. Now the next issue. Getting Hood on the mattress

Simply getting the damn thing into the living room was a workout in and of its own right. Doing it like at the hospital would be the easiest, now scavenging your apartment for a sturdy blanket or towel that could fit Hood

Settling for the comforter on the guest room floor. And rolling it the long way under Hood and steadily lifting him one part at a time. This was infinitely easier with another person helping on the other end but this would have to do

Firmly grabbing the quilted fabric by his head and lifting his upper torso half onto the mattress making sure his head rested securely on it. Then going around and doing the same with his feet. And again pulling his upper torso to the middle of the mattress and running back to do the same with his feet and lastly planting yourself firmly on the floor and pulling on the middle of the comforter to straighten him out

You were now running on fumes. And still went and gathered a couple of blankets and the pillows from the guest room floor as well. The blood loss made Hood loose a large part of his natural body heat and you had to make up for it with a thick fluffy blanket that you, with great effort spread on top of him

The adrenaline had now fully worn off and that last twelve hour shift began to take its toll along with all the stressors and grueling labor of this rescue

You wanted to do more for him, you had to. But your body gave out, making you slowly sink to the floor next to the mattress. Curling into the little bit of the blankets that spilled over the edge

— • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • —

The following afternoon he began to stir awake. Groaning at the soreness, everything was hazy until he noticed you. Still laying on the floor near his bed, head resting on a folded arm doubling as a makeshift pillow, other arm tucked away under the thick layer of blankets. One you reached out sometime in your sleep

You had had a rough night he could tell that much. He couldn't remember much from the previous night and a brain splitting headache shoved it's way to the forefront making him try to hold his head

The movement woke you up, immediately reaching for a trashcan you'd dragged closer before collapsing onto the floor and placing it by the edge of the bed

Not a moment later does he begin to hurl. You try helping him sit a bit more comfortable and rub circles into his back until he's finished "Nausea?" he tries to nod but winces, holding the uninjured side of his head

"Yeah" you put the bin down and help him lay back down

"Remember anything from last night?"

He scrunches his face "I remember- patrolling, and then a fight I think"

"It's alright, you sustained a mild traumatic brain injury so your memory can be a bit spotty." You get up and move to the other side of the room to get new bandage for his head, stretching out a few kinks and aches along the way "I'll change your head wrap okay?"

"Yesss Dok" he slurred slightly. Frowning when you returned to his side noticing the dry blood on your shirt, and then pants "were you... bleeding?" He looks between the large stain and your face worry heavy on his features

You smile gently at him, taking a seat on the floor where you were previously sleeping and leaning in to check the bandages on his head "no, you were bleeding"

"Oh, m'kay" you begin to remove the bandage that's covered in dry blood. Gently cleaning the wound again and beginning to wrap it in a clean gauze and bandage. Those same cerulean eyes never looking away, only now it was a conscious effort. He wasn't used to such delicate touches

Once nice and snug "I can get you some pain meds if you like?"

"Tryna get me high?"

"Tryna stay miserable with that headache and the lot?" Hood scoffed pouting slightly at your raised brow "Yeah that's what I thought" you disappeared into the bathroom to see what you could give him, returning to the living room with a little orange bottle "I've got hydrocodone well it's Vicodin... I just can't give you anything for the nausea if I give you any prescription painkillers"

"Thas fine"

Getting a glass of water for him and handing him two pills. The absolute menace to society dry swallowed the pills "You psycho" he cackled before you made him drink the water anyway

Complaining about it after every sip "I'll make you drink another one later" he groaned loudly

"I'm sure you could short stack"

"Well this short stack popped your knee into place and I'll pop it right out, don't forget I know where all your wounds are" a shutter ran down his spine, sending small ripples across his skin. He guessed you were kidding but your side eye made him not want to find out. There was also an attractiveness to the way you threatened him. Though he wouldn't be admitting that out loud, brain injury or not

Going to put the glass and medication on the coffee table "Don't move your knee at all I'ma go find a knee brace" Disappearing into a hallway and returning with a black bulky contraption in hand

"No"

"You're worse than the kids at work you big baby" he flushed pink and groaned again as you slid the thing on his leg, painfully aware of your proximity. Your hands tracing the defined muscle under the tactical pants and realizing just how toned he was. The comforter pooling by his hips as he sat up more, revealing his bulky arms and chiseled abs. Something you somehow didn't notice in the busy haze that had been patching him up

"There, it's not so bad" he huffed pouting, it truly was adorable but you couldn't fold on a patient

"Hungry?"

He tries to nod again but the swirling pain reminds him of the injury very much so still present on his head

"I in fact do not have hospital food for that wound but I can make you a smoothie if you don't mind the noise of the blender?"

"I'll manage" Hood wasn't sluring at all now which was a great sign. Becoming somewhat more at ease with Hoods condition you focused on pulling some fresh fruit from a basket and a few more ingredients from the fridge. All while Hoods piercing blue gaze followed you around the kitchen. Intently tracing your every move, in the all too calculating manor he knew

You were trust worthy, you hadn't given him away yet. You hadn't searched him for anything other than injuries from what he could tell "Hood?" You still called him by his alias so you didn't know his name

"Yeah?"

"Green apple and pear okay?" He hummed in agreement and you began to slice the fruit and toss it into the blender with a splash of milk and sugar "Alright I'm going to turn the blender on now okay" and true to your word the infernal whirring and crackling of the mashine filled the room

Hood gripped his hands over his ears. Acutely aware of the growing pain in his head. Only realizing it was over when you placed a gentle hand over his, a glass with a spoon in the other. Instantly relaxing under the soft touch "It turned out a little more like apple sauce than it did a smoothie, I hope you don't mind too much"

He smiled, chuckling slightly. Only to grimace at the increased pain in his abdomen "Easy there" he swayed a little and you helped hold him up steadying the room for him. "Let me get you a few extra pillows" you stacked the few that you'd already brought out and left for a few more to help Hood into a supported sitting position "better?"

Having learned his lesson for the time being he "mhmm"ed instead of nodding. Taking a seat on the floor once more and setting the apple sauce in his hands "What? You're not going to spoon feed the sick patient?" He teased, face looking too innocent for his tone

"Next you'll be asking me to kiss it better" you grumble amused

"Would you?" He batted his eyelashes and you laughed openly, the gesture catching you off guard. Beautiful. Your laugh left him awestruck. Dick was right

"I'll think about it" you smiled, feeling so much more at ease than only a couple hours prior. Hood was being his own suggestive flirty self and for some reason that brought you a lot of comfort "Hood?"

He looked up, spoonful of the light green smoothie sauce still in his mouth. It made you chuckle before a slight air of seriousness returned

"Why'd you come here?"

He drops the spoon into the large cup gently and he seems to ponder the question "I'm not exactly sure, I can't remember what happened well or what I was thinking at the time. But I suppose I just felt like I'd be safe with you" tears begin to well and sting your eyes

The entirety of having not just a life but his life in your hands and only your hands hit you like a sack of bricks. "Hey hey I'm sorry" his voice had become so soft and gentle unlike anything you'd heard in a long time. He sets down the cup and effortlessly scoops you up into his lap

You shake your head no and immediately crawl off as gingerly as you can "Your- no your knee and- and the wound I need to bandage it" but he pulls you back into his side a firm secure arm wrapped around you

"It's okay" he soothes squeezing your shoulders, radiating warmth again. That same faint smell of cologne you'd picked up from his jacket comforting "Thank you"

"You big dummy" you sniffle into his side finally wrapping your arms around him, careful to avoid the taped on gauze. The physical touch grounding you again. Specifically his warmth that had been lacking for most of the night. No longer cold and bleeding out. A warm bare chest against your cheek that echoed in your ear with the constant drumming of his heart. You kept him alive "You're so lucky I have equipment at home"

He chuckles and the deep rumble of it reverberates in his chest. His face, his voice, his laugh all weren't nearly as intimidating anymore without the distorted muffling of the helmet. You pull away wiping a stray tear "Alright I really do need to bandage you up now, no stalling" he gasps feigning offense

"How could you suggest such a thing, I would never" but that handsome, devilish smirk betrays him

"Yeah yeah yeah" you begin to fully pull away, but the arm that was around your shoulders falls to your hips and pulls you back down when you're halfway off the mattress "Hooood" you groan trying fight back the smile that wants to make it's way onto your features

He lets his arm drop and you crawl off the mattress once more to where the first aid kit and more medical supplies still lay sprawled out on the floor. Opening the kit and retrieving a rolled up bandage as well as a new gauze from the messy floor

You crawled back over to his side "Be gentle with me, I'm delicate" Hood batted his eyelashes at you once more and you snorted

"Clearly" you mused snapping on a new pair of gloves

He gasped once more, but didn't get a chance to put on more theatrics. Cringing at the feeling of the gauze with both dry and new blood being peeled off. You examined the wound once more, there was still no sign of internal bleeding or damage to any organs like in your first assessment. As well as no sign of infection

The object was somewhat blunt and most likely not meant to be used to stab someone with, it was an absolute wonder it didn't get infected because of the object or on the way here. Regardless you clean it again with a saline solution and open a new gauze to place over it. Securely and skillfully holding it in place with the bandage you wrap around Hood

Not noticing the way his set cerulean eyes trailed along. Seeing how serious and focused you became and how your hands pulled around his torso to wrap the tan fabric snuggly into place

Only when you pulled back to see his face did your eyes meet. The way he was already staring at you flustering

He couldn't help but lean in, drawn to you like a moth to an open flame. Clumsily and a little roughly pressing his lips to your forehead "H- Hood?" Your voice soft and cheeks pink at the unexpected gesture of affection. You couldn't deny he was attractive or that you liked how his lips felt "I thought- wasn't I supposed to be the one that- that's kissing it better?" You mumbled timidly

He chuckled, that same deep rumble from before. "So doctor, what do you prescribe"

"Stop teasing me" you pout and punch his chest playfully and he falls back on his elbows in response. "I'm prescribing lots of bed rest and less whining hmph" he gasps in offense again "I, however need a shower and change of clothes"

Hood remembers the blood crusting up the pijamas you're still wearing "Yeah of course" you smile gently at him

"I- do you want to change too? I'm not sure I have something that fits but I can take a look around?"

"Don't worry about that I'm fine" he smiles in return

"Okay, I won't be gone long. Don't move- well just don't hurt yourself more" you give his large hand a squeeze before scurrying off into your room

You desperately needed a long hot shower after everything that happened. The adrenaline long gone and sore tension taking it's place in your muscles. Especially after sleeping on the floor in that awkward position

Once under the water you can feel some of the aches drip away with the dry blood and some grime. A couple more pains being scrubbed away with the body wash

Your hair tangled, as you work shampoo into it trying to ease the knots out with your fingers. Letting the hot water run over your face for a couple seconds after you've rinsed the shampoo out

You're not entirely sure how long you've been in there but decide it's been long enough. Having the urge to check if Hood hasn't dislocated his knee again or the like "Oh, did you call off of work or something? I hadn't realized how late it was"

You see Hood still in bed "I missed my shift and I'm getting fired" you shrug and the look on Hoods face makes him look like a kicked puppy "I'm kidding, just your luck you caught me on my day off" but the look doesn't leave his face

"You spent your day off taking care of me?"

"Yeah?" You return to his bedside and place a gentle kiss on his head "What of it?"

He shrinks in on himself and gnaws at his bottom lip. Guilt evident "Hey-" there's a stubbornness in the way he refuses to look up at you until you guide his chin up "seriously Hood, I'd do it all over again if it meant you'd sit on my cars roof again another night"

The quiver to his lip has your heart seized in its embrace. A grasp you can't pull away from, and his eyes. His eyes so desperate and vulnerable, a vast sea you're drowning in until a glimmer of emerald makes you question if his eyes are truly blue

You don't have time to question it further before he's squeezing them shut and you've snapped out of the trance. Instinctively rubbing your own eyes

"I should do a short cranial nerve exam!" you blurt out suddenly. Realizing you should have done one earlier, he chuckles a bit appreciating the dissipating of the tension that had built up a little too quickly . There was an unexpected swirl of the pit within him that he'd felt with the sudden vulnerability. It'd settled quickly and that he was grateful for, especially with the subject change "I'll get a couple things"

He hums and you retreat down the hall and come back with a small basket of items

"First I'm going to test your sense of smell okay" you take a seat on the edge of the mattress and set the basket on the floor. He's about to glance into the basket when you catch his chin in your hand and stop him from turning his head

"Oh-" he looks flustered

You hadn't meant for the gesture to be as smooth as it had been "Sorry!" Hood doesn't respond but you feel the heat radiating from his face "no peeking, can't have you cheating"

You place a cheap sleeping mask over his eyes that you'd gotten in a bathset as a gift and he pouts "Smell this-" you grab a small brown vial and twist the cap off before bringing it up to Hood's nose hiding the label with the way you're holding it just in case he can peek under the bottom of the mask

"Mint?"

You nod before realizing he probably can't see "Yes good job." You cap the essential oil you'd nabbed from the bathroom

The blush doesn't leave his face at the praise and he only hopes the mask obscures it a bit

You grab the next vial and do the same as the first "Okay, tell me what this one is" he takes a sniff and scrunches his nose in a way that makes you think he'll sneeze but doesn't

"A citrus... orange?"

"Yes" you double check the label to make sure he's right "Alright last one" you retrieve the last little vial of the essential oils "What does this one smell like"

"....laaavender"

"Very good" his heart flutters, never would he have guessed he had something for praise "I'm going to take off the mask now so it'll probably be a little bright" you gently begin to pull away the fabric from his eyes. They remain closed for a bit before he begins to blink to get adjusted to the light again

"Next I'm going to do your eyes" you adjust yourself to be sitting in front of him "I'm going to feel around your eyes first okay?"

"Yeah"

"I'm going to get a bit close-" he's a bit dumbstruck until you gently press your thumbs to his cheekbones "does this pressure hurt at all?"

"No"

"Okay, is it uncomfortable at all?"

"No"

You move your fingers to press gently a few more times repeating the questions. Once satisfied you scooch back "Now I'm going to hold two fingers up. Look at my nose and without moving your head or looking away tell me which finger is moving"

There's a slight confusion at first with your left being his right that you both laugh at before you determine his peripherals are better than you'd expect from someone with a mild traumatic brain injury

"Now tell me when my fingers leave your field of vision okay"

You hold both index fingers together up by his nose before beginning to slowly pull them apart horizontally "Now" you nod and bring your fingers back to their initial staring point to repeat the same motion "Now"

"Okay good"

You repeat the motions going vertically as well as diagonally. His field of vision is reduced very mildly but it's not too serious all things considered

"Cover one eye" you repeat the same exercise with the one finger and then ask him to follow your finger as you trace a square in the air "Perfect, now the other" he covers his other eye "same thing, tell me when my finger leaves your field of vision"

One eye has a very slightly decreased field of view but it still traced movement perfectly

"I'm going to use this pen light to see your eyes okay. Make sure the pupils are dialing and responding to light as they should be. Let me know if you're experiencing any light sensitivity though and we can either take a break or move on"

He gives the okay and you flash the light enough for the pupil to constrict before pulling it away and watching the pupil dilate again. There's an odd comfortable intimacy with the proximity. One that lingers as you continue the tests. All requiring the same proximity that has him smelling the mint of your breath, he can only guess you brushed your teeth when you left to shower

Even as you make sure his facial muscles are functional he can only think of your gentle touches, hands warm and a bit dry. Probably from all the times you have to sanitize and wash your hands at the hospital. Your nails short and filed smooth, for the latex gloves he deduces

He drinks up all of you, every last drop a detail he savours with great reverence

You take a firm hold of his jaw and it makes his mouth run dry. Palms sweaty yet a raging fire lighting up his cheekbones "Say ah" your voice is smooth and it washes over him like a cool breeze but it does nothing to soothe the heat he feels just beneath the skin "What does this taste like?" You bring a dropper up to his lips and place a couple drops of the flavor on his tongue. He swallows, hard

"Its- it's strawberry"

Voice strained and eyes half lidded, he's all but putty in your hand "Yes, very good" releasing his jaw it's like he's able to breathe again. A function he hadn't realized he'd lost during that short period

"Lastly hearing, ideally this would be done with a tuning fork but I don't actually have any so we're gonna use my super legit singing bowl" Hood snorts at the small metal but very professional piece of equipment "yeah yeah yeah you're laughing now but it works"

He only rolls his eyes looking amused but complies when he has to shut his eyes

"Well-" you tap your fingertips together, your lips in a thin line "to no ones surprise I'm sure, you have a concussion. It's about a grade 2 but I'm no neurologist"

"Thank you" you smile at him and reach out for his hand

It's large and calloused but warm "I'd say anytime but I'd prefer if you came crashing down on my fire escape not bleeding out and loosing consciousness"

Hood only chuckles and pulls you into bed with him "Noted"

The first day of any recovery process was usually the most difficult but in-between the good company and some playful banter it was more than bearable. You had offered your apartment for him to stay in while you went to work the next day as well but he insisted he needed to go and check in with the rest of the bats and birds which you understood

4+1 things will always have my heart

So easy: Jason Todd x fem!reader

Summary: 4 times Jason felt the love for y/n and one time he actuallly expressed it.

Warning: kissing, a bit of angsts, swearing

„Y/N….” he groaned in pain stumbling into her apartment.

“Ok, all right, I got it, come here and try not to move”

She knew the drill. He came home, bruised and scared and she was immediately reaching for the first aid kit playing the nurse. At least for as long as it was within her reach, after all she was homebred in this area, not an expert. When something went terribly wrong she never hesitated to call upon the bats to check on him. However, such situations were rare. After all, Jason Todd was the Red Hood.  The fright of the entire Crime Alley. Powerful, fierce, strong and well trained. It took a lot to leave more than a bruise or a little cut. He was simply better.

“How bad is it this time?” she asked making him sit up on her bed, frowning as she removed his helmet and his domino mask meeting his eyes.

“Not at all, just some usual…. Auch! That hurt!” he hissed when Y/N pressed a gauze to his ribs.

“Of course it did. Apparently we have different definition of not bad at all. “

“But….”

“No, not buts, Jace. Just stay quiet.  You know I can only do so much of patching you up.”

“I know and…. Auch!”

“Oh, don’t be a baby. If you can take beating from criminals you can sustain some alcohol on your wounds. Don’t whine.”

“I’m not whining” he flinched a bit “but it’s different. I’m not afraid to be vulnerable with you….” he tried to grab her hands but she wriggled out of his reach, now putting dressing over his chest and arms. Those strong arms that always made her feel so safe whenever he was around

“Mhm. Should I be proud about it?”

“You should” he smirked and his eyes flashed a bit

“Well then, thank you for this distinction, Red Hood” she rolled her eyes “can I remise this honor to the benefit of not having to see you bruised and beaten up? Cause that would be something worth my mental health.”

“Sweetheart……” when she finished her job he finally got a chance to grab her hips and pull her closer towards him, opening his legs a bit so she could stand between them.

“Don’t you dare playing dirty on me.” She warned as his hand traveled up from her hip to waist and he slowly stood up, his eyes never leaving her.

“I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about” he leaned in so that his lips brushed over hers, his breath hot on her skin. Much to her annoyance, her body betrayed her and shook at this gesture.

“No idea, huh? Well then good for you, Red, you need rest after all. So you can stay here, in the bed”  it took all her strength to remove his warm hands from her body, missing the contact instantly “and I will take the couch.”

“You can…..”

“No. No I can’t stay. You need to relax. And by relax I mean rest, Jason. Nothing more. No activity.”

“Can I at least get a kiss to make it better?” he pouted

“I thought it wasn’t bad at all” she laughed but gave in to his pleading “Just that” she bend over him and lovingly kissed the top of his head, ruffling his hair a bit.

“It’s not enough…” he whined

“One more than you needy boy” she smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth, her lips lingering there for a bit longer then needed. “rest” the girl softly caressed his cheek and he obediently closed his eyes.  

“Thank you” he whispered.

“Mhm, that’s a good word, you’re a menace, Jace.”

“But I’m your menace.” he smiled at her and there was nothing but love and admiration in his eyes.

****

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“What does it look like?” she groaned kicking and throwing punches at the dummy in the corner “I’m training”

“Why?” he leaned on the doorframe, watching her every move and fighting the urge to correct her posture before she got hurt because of the bad technique

“Why?” she stopped her actions and eyed him carefully “what do you mean why?”

“I mean exactly this. Why?”

“Um, I don’t know” she mocked “maybe because I want to be able to fight? Because I want to know how to protect myself? Because I….”

“What?”

“Because I want to go on patrol with you. One day.”

“No.” his jaw clenched and tone turned harsh at the simple thought of her joining him.

“I wasn’t really asking for permission. “

“Good. Cause you will never get it.”

“Well I couldn’t care less. I can always just follow you around. Or become a vigilante on my own. There are enough trouble makers in Gotham to find one for myself.”

“Don’t you dare.” He hissed taking a few steps towards her, stopping inches apart.

“Is it because I’m a girl?”

“Y/n….” he groaned, but she did not let him say another word

“You let Artemis join you.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it letting her.

“aha! Got you! She never asked for your opinion, did she?”

“It’s different.”

“Why? Because she’s an Amazon? Or because she’s  powerful, beautiful and takes no shit from anyone? Especially from men. Or is it because you two have an affair and you don’t want me to find out about…..

This time he did not let her finish, cutting her off with a kiss. Strong, passionate and heated due to all the emotions inside him, but soon slowing down and turning it into long, soft expression of his love for this unruly girl. With gentle touches and with every move of his lips brushing against hers he was trying to convey everything the words could not.

“This is unfair” she whined when his mouth moved to her neck “Jace….”

“Mhm….” He muttered with zero intention to stop.

“Oh, come on…… you can’t just….fuck…..” she hissed when he bit on her soft spot

“I can’t what?” he smirked knowing and seeing well enough how her body reacted on him.

Oh, that was enough. In any other circumstance she would probably give in to him, after all she always wanted him, but this? He was trying to play her like a toy and make her change her mind.

“Just let go off me Jason.” she wriggled impatiently trying to get free

“Is that what you want?” his hands sneaked under her shirt and if she didn’t stop it now, she would never do it.

“Yes. Yes, fuck Jason, just get back!” she finally yelled taking him by surprise and making him back off.

“Y/N….”

“You did this every fucking time! You treat me like a play toy whenever I’m trying to move out of my comfort zone!”

“Baby….”

“Cut it! Don’t you dare trying to sweet talk me! I know I’m not good enough to join you on patrol! I fucking now that! But how the hell am I supposed to get better if you don’t give me any tips!”

“Can’t you see I’m just trying to keep you safe!?” oh, the anger issues were now in the house

“Oh, here we go again!’ she threw her hands up in frustration “you know what, I won’t fight you. I know it’s what you want. So I’m going out!”

“Where?!”

“I don’t know! And frankly, I don’t care. I might as well ask Dick to train me if you don’t want!”

“You won’t do such thing!” he grabbed her wrist with more pain than intended and she winced in the pain “Shit. Fuck. Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…..”

“I know. I know, Jace.” She said, her eyes full of sadness and pain. “You know, sometimes I wish there were more Jason Todd in this relationship and less Red Hood. But I know. And I think we both need to cool down and …. talk later?”

“All right.”

She just nodded and without another word left the apartment not really sure where to go. But despite everything Jason knew how to take care of her when he picked the phone and dialed the number

“Dickhead? You need to do something for me …….”

***

He was tired.

No. He was exhausted.

It was 3 am and he was just wrapping his patrol up and getting back home. To her. To the only person in the world who saw the good in him even if most of the times he himself could not and lapsed into self-hatred. The only person who could both mock him and soothe him at the same time. The only person who was both harsh and rough, always ready to smack his head for doing something batshit crazy and caring, loving and delicate.

He loved her like crazy.

She was the reason every night he was struggling in the fight to get back to her.

Even if sometimes it felt easier to just give up on everything.

He was not like Dick. The hero. The handsome one. The little ray of sunshine one. He was violent, had a lot of unresolved trauma from the past and tended to push her away to protect her. Fuck, he was getting on her nerved on purpose so she would just leave him for good, but he could never discourage her.

She always stayed.

And the simple thought of getting back to her, taking her into his arms and just holding her for whatever rest of the night was left, safe and soft and warm and peaceful was doing something to him.

In the most quiet way it was possible to not wake her up he climbed up to the flat. And yes, of course he could have just used the door which at this hour would probably catch less attention but old habits die hard. Even for someone who died quite literally. As he removed his shoes, holsters and helmet his eyes were already peeking through the slightly opened bedroom door.

Fuck, she was so beautiful.

Sleeping so peacefully, her breath even and it was quite a change from all the sleepless night he caused her for the last two weeks. She refused to lay down until he was back safe. Which obviously soon started taking toll on her health and he forced her to promise she would not stay up this late. After a lot of convincing she had to give up. It was good to know she actually did keep her word.

Jason sighed deeply and the sound made the girl squirm but she did not wake.

As fast as he could he removed his clothes and sneaked under the blanket next to her, immediately feeling calmness and peace stemming from her presence. Just looking at her and feeling like a freaking creep. He wanted her closer to him, impossibly closer, but at the same time it was never his intention to wake her so he decided to just stick to keeping the distance. She was a light sleeper after all. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists, his hands aching to touch her.

“Jace….” She whispered shifting her positon and moving closer herself.

“Did I wake you?” he whispered back

“You did not.”

“I’m sorry baby…..”

“Are you even listening to me?” she huffed “you did not wake me. And even if you did I wouldn’t be mad about it. I’m mad about something else though.”

“What is it, baby?”

“Could you please tell me what the hell do you think you are doing?” her gaze fixed on his fists

“I…. I wanted to hold you, but was afraid you would wake…” he confessed not able to look her in the eyes

“Idiot” she muttered, grabbing his hands. “Do you know you are an idiot?” wrapping them around her and moving even closer to hide her face in his chest. “I need to know you are back safe the second you get here. And believe it or not I can feel you next to me even in my sleep. And I need that. Do you understand me?”

“I do, baby, I do.” He kissed the top of head

“Good. I need you next to me. I need you in my arms. So don’t you ever, ever distance yourself from me.”

Fuck. He loved her so much. He loved how she felt safe with him, how she was falling asleep on him, he loved how she made him feel.  Her soft hands around his torso, her head on his chest, her slowing breath tickling the skin. His heart was just swelling thanks to this girl. He was the luckiest mutherfucker in the whole Gotham.

***

“Jason!” her echoed from another room and it only took him a second to bust there reading to fight whatever enemy of Red hood might be attacking. Luckily, there was only his girlfriend sitting in front of the computer, grinning in a smile to wide even Joker would be jealous.

“Is everything all right, babe?”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe it. This is not happening!”

“Honey, you are not making any sense now.”

“That’s because I’m feeling a lot of contradictory things right now” she turned to look at him, her eyes glistening, her face lighted up and happy in a way he never saw her before. That was new experience and if he could he would just stay in this moment forever. However, it was not given when she jumped from the chair and pulled him toward the PC. “come on, look at this” she pointed at an e-mail on the screen. Please, tell me you see it too. Tell me I did not imagine this. Please, tell me it’s real…..” she crossed her fingers and closed her eyes as he started reading out loud.

Dear Miss Y/L/N,

It is our greatest pleasure to inform you, we have reviewed the draft of the story you send to us.

“You send them your book?” he asked tearing the gaze away from the computer to care

“I did, I did…. Now just keep reading.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I did not want to test my luck. Now, just go on…..”

Regardless of the fact that there are some typos and a lot of punctuation mistakes….

Yeah, right, she was never good with that

 We would like to publish your book. Please, fill in the attached form and get back in touch with us as soon as possible. We would like to discuss the matters of printing numbers and your salary.

With best regards….

“J.A. Black!” she screamed the name of the sender “J.A.Black, Jace! Black Publishing is going to publish my book!!” she lunged at him and he was more than happy to embrace her.

“I’m so proud of you, baby” he kissed her temple repeatedly “you worked so hard for this, you definitely deserve it.”

“You think?” she pulled away from him, her voice now serious, her eyes scanning his face “you really think so? After all they mentioned my bad punctuation and typos. Maybe I;m not good enough for Black? What if this is a joke to humiliate me?”

“Y/N.” Jason grabbed her shoulders gently “baby, please, look at me” she listened meeting his orbs and shutting up “calm down. Stop spinning, all right? It’s not a joke. It’s not a mistake. You are talented and hard-working and really, really good with words. I would know, I’ve read enough in my life.”

“Can’t really argue with that” her beautiful smile showing again

“You know I’m your number one fan, right? And believe me, everyone who would get hands on your work will love it too.”

“You know what? I don’t even care anymore. It’s enough to satisfy my number one fan.”

“Really?” he crossed his arms over chest and smirked “I’m gonna wait until it comes out in a couple weeks. I wonder if you would clam the same then.”

A month later, the book saw the light of the day and Y/N had to do some PR actions like meeting with the readers and hundreds of fans, because Jason was right in that part. She became popular pretty fast and soon people started asking about part 2 of the story. And now she was scared. She was never good with people and public speaking and that was exactly why she choose to hide behind the screen and just write. It would be helpful if Jace could come with her at least to one of this meeting but because of his red-hooding it was impossible and since she knew that she would never ask him to. So she dealt with it.

There were only one meeting left and after that she was hoping to get back into her kind-of peaceful life. Just her, the Gotham vigilante and a bunch of criminals ready to attack, kidnap or kill her. And it might be about to turn even worse now that she was popular, but both her and Jason were pushing the thought away, deciding to just celebrate the moment for as long as they could.

Y/n was in the middle of the conversation when Jason imperceptibly sneaked into the audience, shielding himself from her view and just observing how she was doing.

She was glowing.

To say the least.

All of her excitement, all of her beauty showing off. And she was wearing almost no makeup. The way she was talking about the literature, the book, her ideas and inspirations. The shy girl he knew was completely gone, instead he was looking at confident and astonishing young woman sharing her passion. Her cheeks were lightly flushed, her lips parted, her eyes sparkling. It was like he fell in love with her all over again and there was nothing more he wanted than to steal her away from the guy reporter, get her back to the apartment and just have her all to herself. Nothing explicit, just having her. And he just couldn’t wait.

“It seems like we have another question coming from the audience” the reported said and motioned for someone on the side of the room to pass the microphone to the person who was willing to ask.

Y/N’s eyes searched through the crowd, as she squinted, her eyes adjusting to the darkness in the auditorium being contrast to the ablazed main floor. When her gaze rest on a familiar face she could not stop the smile on her face. He came.

“I got a question for Y/N. How about we ditch this theatrics and get back home? I got some better ideas how to use the time….”

Jason fucking Todd was a pain in the eyes when he wanted to. But he also knew she would forgive him for that. After all, he only got eyes for her.

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“Y/N? Baby, what happened?”

“Nothing. Please, go away.”

She was laying on the bed, back to the door so he could not see her face. However, judging by her muffled voice and a bit panting breath he could tell she was probably crying.

“Come on, sweetie. Don’t do this. Don’t push me away.”

“I don’t really want you to see me this way.” She muttered turning to the other side when he circled the bed to face her.

“Oh, come on” he grabbed her hip and with zero effort made her  face him “you know you can tell me anything.”

“I don’t want to be a burden. Besides, you don’t really like when I get like this….”

“What?” he was dumbfounded “I don’t like when….. God, y/n” he run his fingers through his hair “did I ever give you an impression like I don’t care how you feel? Tell me” he lifted her chin lightly and their eyes met “did I?”

“No.”

“Well that’s a relief” he smiled “now, scoop and tell me what’s the problem. I bet either Jason or Red can solve this. Do I need to hurt someone or do you just need a hug?”

“I…. I don’t really know…” she covered her hands with the sleeves of her sweater, her hair a mess and it all made her look so small, fragile and innocent. Once again, Jason felt his heart swelling. If someone, anyone, caused his baby any pain, he was not only going to hurt them, but eliminate them. “I don’t even know how to start. I feel so pathetic. You are ….you know” the rule to not mention Jason’s alter ego name in the house was forever actual “you’ve been through so much worse shit than me, it feels like I have no right to complain.”

“You’re right. I;ve been through hell lot of shit. But from what I know, you’ve been through it with me. Always there even at my lowest. So don’t feel like your feelings are not important. Let me be there for you in the way you were for me.”

“It’s hard to say how I feel.”

“Don’t think about it. Just say it” he held her hands, his thumbs circling soothing patterns on her palms.

“I think I’m broken. I feel like I push you too much and I’m a challenge to you. I feel like…. It’s hard to be with me.”

He just stared at her, eyes wide open. Was what she was saying real? Did she even hear the words coming out of her mouth? Maybe he was hearing something else? Was he high or drunk or was it a dream, or rather nightmare? Was his baby, his love, his sunshine, his only source of happiness and the most adorable person on the planet, shit, in the entire universe confessing to feeling like a liability?

“Jace?” she sobbed. Oh, apparently while he was spacing out, she was still talking and now was awaiting his reaction

“I’m sorry. I don’t understand a single word coming out of your mouth.”

“I said…..”

“No, no, I heard you, I just don’t understand it. You feel like you weight me down? Y/N……” his voice broke

“Am I not? Come on. You are…. You know. You have a lot going on. And as if that wasn’t enough you worry about me, about my safety, my health. I’m a threat to your well-being, Jace. What if you get distracted on the field because of me? What if you get hurt because I’m pathetic piece of shit and anyone can hurt me and you would want to take revenge? And we both know you would. I’m a burden. Besides, I can be cold, I am stubborn, workaholic, tend to withdraw and manipulate people and have to do things my own way. My sense of humor is wicked, I act like a child sometimes and I can be a bit messy. How does that not push you away?”

“Babe…. I can’t believe it. We’ve been together for….” He hesitated looking at the calendar on the wall and then at the watch “5 years, 2 months, 23 days and 3 hours…..”

“You remember it so precisely?” she frowned

“How can I not?q but after all this time you still have doubts about yourself? If anything, I am a burden in this relationship, not you. Y/N, babe, I love you.”

“I love you too, but….”

 “And all the things you mentioned?” he shook his head in disapproval and wrapped his arms around her pulling her towards his chest “You’re missing the most important thing about yourself.”

“That I’m hateable?”

“That you are just so easy to love……” he kissed the top of her head, holding her tighter.

And for the first time in a while he knew, that at this exact moment she was the one who was melting in the love he had for her not the other way round. That it was finally him who gave her the affection and attention she so desperately needed.

@pinksirensong

@somest1

kisses with them - DC Batboys Hcs

🥀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 😭😭😭

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But this is fucking ridiculous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh."

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

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

"Thank you," you say.

He nods and watches you walk.

"Wait."

You stop. Here it comes.

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

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

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

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

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

The sun is almost at its highest point.

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

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

You stop. Was Jason hinting at your escape?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jason glances at the table, then back at you.

"You came back," he says.

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

"That—did the ship come?"

"Yes."

Jason sits. His face is dirty from training.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"May I join you?" you ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Mask | Jason Todd X Reader

Red Hood X Villain Reader

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

AU: Soulmate (bc I can)

Rating: Sfw

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

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

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You were a popular villain.

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

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

Spoiler alert, it wasn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was a persona you probably garnered for attention.

but still...

So how…

…That just didn’t make sense.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…so… lonely…” `

Escape Reality | Part 0

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

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

AU/Trope: Isekai

Rating: SFW (as always)

❥ [Part 0] - [Part 1] (not yet out)

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

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

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

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

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

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

BARK BARK BARK!!

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

Except everyone on the titanic.

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

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

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

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

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

Then you died, much like the second robin did.

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

You also didn't die.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's WE?" You asked instead.

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

RED HOOD - JASON TODD

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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RED HOOD - JASON TODD

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I just love thinking about jason x reader

Big bulky jason who has so much trauma and issues and needs and why would you even dedicate your entire life being patient and kind with him

But that same jason refuses to let u out the bed. The jason that will press Your feet after HE is the one who just went crime fighting

Jason who Hates being separated on his days off and will sit beneath the table between your legs hugging your waist with his on your thighs if you're doing work or meeting or studying

Jason who literally Hates work, vengeance, revenge, mafia stuff , crime fighting , saving the world ..basically anything that makes him spend time away from you.

Jason who prolly just leaves all this behind and genuinely works at processing his trauam . Becomes a literature teacher in a nice university. Settles down with you and have a normal life...give you the life you deserve

Not before saving up enough from mafia/batpay to give you the best luxury

Jason who just wants to stare at you , Hold you, get kisses from you forever

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

master-list || CHAPTER 1: i always feel like…

summary: a life as a vigilante and someone who comes from a life full of surviving, pain, and death. everyone deserves to be happy. with jason, he got lucky. for the first time. and with that luck, he keeps it a secret. far from everybody.

pairing/mentions: jason todd x fem!reader, bruce wayne, dick grayson

warnings! - nothing but implied sex, paranoia, feeling like being watched.

author’s note: hi my loves! here is an mini series! i kind of wrote this as i was hungover too…hehe. i have so many ideas now so I’ll be updating the up coming works page! if you wanna be tagged let me know. enjoy~

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how do you protect the people you love?

by keeping them as a secret.

well, according to JASON. he was a man, a man who had enough demons and monsters who want him dead. no one expect some people know who he is underneath that red helmet. but none of them know of his true secrets. ones he swore to never tell anybody else, not even his family. as much as he loves them, he just can’t risk losing someone he is madly in love with.

sometimes, it’s a cost. if he told anybody, the more dangerous he is.

a monster he thought he was until he met her. an angel. a bliss from heaven. a kiss of love and trust. his younger self would melt from the sight of her. anyone would.

everyone in his family know of his past flings, the unserious ones. as much he also appreciates his family that want him to have someone, he’s just fine doing so by himself. and all of them just stopped asking him later on.

not far from Gotham, just about an hour away is a quiet and small neighborhood. with trees in every lawn and lighten old streets light, families with a family dog and children. the nice and free parts of the damned city. a life to be finally happy. that neighborhood had a two story house, bought by jason about two years ago. he knew she just had to have it. memories they created over time. he really wants to see her. and where jason was you may ask…back in that very damned city.

jason sat on the bench of the gym in the batcave, sweat pouring from forehead as he wiped it away with a clean white towel. in his hands was his personal phone, he always kept it safe from anybody with a difficult password. sometimes he even forgets it himself.

the text message stared back at him and an attachment of a photo beams at him.

AMERICAN PIE

when you coming back?

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jason lifted up his lips into a small smile, a photo of a huge black dog with it’s eyes closing sleeping onto of someone who wore a white top. he uses his thumb scratching the itch above his scarred eyebrow.

YOU

TONIGHT. DON’T WAIT UP FOR ME PLZ

AMERICAN PIE

why are you typing in all caps?

YOU

sorry. was texting dick a while ago and we had a disagreement.

AMERICAN PIE

…huh. okie. you want anything to eat for dinner?

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his thumb pressed on the photos, his blue eyes analyze the precious pictures that was sent to him. this time the photo consisted of the same dog on it’s back, a goofy look as it stared at the camera. it was pressed up against it’s nose as the dog looked crossed eyed. the other photo was a mirror picture. what looked to be a woman posing with her phone covering her face, the dog sitting in between her legs as they both sat on the floor with makeup scattered around.

YOU

what you have in mind?

jason pressed ‘send’ before going into his camera roll, selecting two photos he previously took when he was working out. when he sent them, a word ‘read’ below that attachments.

AMERICAN PIE

we have some steak? maybe some mashed potatoes for dinner too? and that guava juice you like so much i can make.

dayum you look good handsome

he lets out a chuckle at her switch from suggesting what for dinner to straight compliments and heart emojis.

YOU

sounds good doll. thank you beautiful. I’m gonna get ready. see you soon.

AMERICAN PIE

okie. see you.

sighing, jason shuts his phone completely. it was a long few weeks with his family. a mission that consisted in his help and a few of his brothers and barbara. god, he was tired. as much as he loved gotham and visiting the homeless shelters, he was tired as an old dog.

reaching down next to him was his water bottle he took from the cabinets in the kitchen. uncapping the kid, he drank straight from the cold bottle. a soothing and freezing water runs down his throat and into his stomach. a few gulps he could hear from his ears. as he finished the entire thing, he pulled his water bottle away from him before letting out an ‘ahh’. a small burp heard.

“excuse you”, bruce walks in the gym room in some grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. “sorry”, he says nonchalantly. jason gets up and on his feet, standing up straight the height difference between son and father was quiet funny. the second oldest was almost taller than batman himself.

the towel wrapped in his hand makes it’s way to jason’s neck. once wet piece of skin now moist from some sweat. bruce sat down on the same bench jason was sitting on. ready to get a head start in some exercise for the night. “you headin out?”, bruce questions him.

and here comes the questions. jason turned his head slightly to his father, giving a curt nod. “yea, ill be leaving in a couple of minutes. got some work to do tonight”, he lies. praying his adoptive dad would just take the false information, instead bruce stared at him blankly. “what’s tonight?”, his father pushes more.

man, his dad was really up his ass about everything. you see, ever since him and bruce ‘sort of’ made up…bruce wants to fix their relationship. jason really loves bruce. but after that whole traumatic past years and the two fighting, it was hard. even though they have times when it feels normal again.

“oh star needs my help with her sister again, maybe needs me to go on her planet for a while”, jason lies straight through his teeth.

bruce looks at jason’s back, scars of torn skin ragged all over.

he knows he’s lying..cause bruce lies like it’s a high paying job. as much as he wants to continue his relationship with his son, he decides to back down. the guilt still sitting in his heart and stomach. bruce slowly nodded. “alright, let me know when you come back”, bruce says now getting up from the bench as it squeaked from the sudden weight lift.

jason nodded, his messy wet hair flopped a little. “will do, see ya bruce”, he excused himself away from the gym. leaving behind his father you gave him a longing look.

‘what secrets you’re hiding?’ bruce wonders.

the sun has gone down faster, jason finally showered and gotten himself ready. once he tied his shoe and shrugged on his black leather jacket on his broad shoulders. a sudden kick to the door opens to dick who has his arms crossed. jason curious as he stared at the golden boy. “hey dick, what’s up”, he greeted the blue clad hero.

“you’re going to see kori?”, dick goes straight to the point.

jason rolls his eyes, grabbing his duffle bag on his bed. it was stuffed to the max as it looked to be suffocating.

“yes dick, she is my friend. and an ex team member”

“don’t forget you kissed her”, dick grumble.

“oh here we go again. she kissed me you dick”, jason annoyingly says to him, duffle bag strap on his shoulder. already walking out the door and into the hallway. dick scoffs lightly, “is that supposed to make me feel better?”.

from the hallway to the white marble stairs, dick tailed behind jason. “no, im just saying. i already told you this, get over it dickie”, jason says continue his walking in a faster pace. he really just wants to leave.

dick stops in his tracks, his arms drop before dramatically going up in the air. “get over it? get over it?! you kidding me? I’ll have you know she is MY ex girlfriend”, he yells out offended by his little brothers words.

impatiently, jason practically runs to the front door where alfred stood waiting for him. in his white clad finger was jason’s motorcycle keys. the old butler raised an eyebrow at the two grown men, before handing jason his keys. “thanks alfie”, jason whispers. a firm nod the older man gave him before walking off to go back into the batcave.

and out the door he was.

his long legs jogged down the stairs, shoes hitting the pebbled floor. the sounds of a fountain springing water. by the stairs was jason’s favorite motorcycle. an 1969 honda cb750.

jay is a sucker for old designed motorcycles. he loves them.

hopping on his motorcycle with no helmet on, come on..he doesn’t. his starts the engine, turning his head to dick who stood on the top of the steps still with an offended expression. “sorry dick, but at least i don’t go hopping to one ex girlfriend to another”, jason says with a teasing smile before zooming off from the manor.

in the distance, he could hear dick yell out “I DO NOT HOP FROM ONE EX GIRLFRIEND TO ANOTHER”.

jason chuckled mischievously, his motorcycle zooms past the gate and down the hill out of the Wayne Manor.

an hour away from the city, jason could feel his shoulders droop from tense of just being there. relief. this part of gotham was peaceful. something he wouldn’t know when he was kid. so used to life of crime and the loud sounds. he feel like he could breathe again.

with his duffel bag strapped on his shoulder tightly, he leaned on his side to turn on a street. there it was. a familiar neighborhood with some lucky people who live there.

beautiful trees greet him as they swished back and forth in the darkness. street lights buzzed with energy. the road was big for a neighborhood. cars were parked with an amazing space capacity.

to his luck, only some of the neighbors were out this late.

some of them waved at jason with such kindness, he in return gave them a wave.

it wasn’t long before he finally reached the house he’s been waiting for so long to be at. slowing down his motorcycle, jason turned a sharp left. now on cement ground. in front of his was the garage.

kicking his foot up to park his motorcycle and turning off the engine, he unswings his leg.

his blue eyes wander around the house, still looking good. the tree in front was old. a few crickets could be heard.

bringing up his heavy scar hand to his hair, fixing it to look more presentable. not before he reaches in his front pocket, grabbing a small circle shape. out from his pocket…is a wedding ring. inside, is words engraved ‘MY HEART IS, AND ALWAYS WILL BE, YOURS’

jane austen, sense & sensibility

jason slides the wedding bang on his ring finger, feeling the cold metal hit his warmth. he smiled just by looking at it. full of love and promises.

not wasting anymore time, jason walked around his motorcycle and to the front door. the door, a nice polished red brown color two windows on each side. fishing out his keys, he fiddles around finding a familiar key hanging. inserting it inside the keyhole, turning until hearing a click. jason opens the door.

entering the house, the first thing he smells is a warm scent of vanilla and almond. something he loves to smell. and not to forget, the dog smell.

speaking of dog, jason closes the door behind him. making sure to lock it. the sound of nails and paws hitting the wooden floor, rushing excitedly towards him. he takes off his shoes by the side of the door and his duffel bag. jason let’s out a whistle signaling he was here and it was him.

that caused the nails to immediately start running towards him more faster.

jason chuckled, he squats down. knees bent forward with his hand out. and in his sight, is a eight month old black german shepherd. it’s eyes two different colors. one a soft brown color and the other, blue like jason’s.

a pink tongue lolls out, panting heavily as it stared at jason. he smiled at the sight of the very excited puppy. “ hey girl, you missed me?”, he spoke softly.

the puppy whines lowly before trotting over to jason, her snout hits his hand before moving it on top of her head. awaiting for the best head scratches. his hands glide over her soft puppy fur, smooshing her cheeks together before giving a small peck on top of her head. “missed you to girl”, he says getting up from his position.

jason walks over to where the living room is, only to see it was empty with the flat screen TV black. pursing his lips in hoping to see someone. maybe kitchen?

kitchen was empty, he stood by the doorway. eyes searching for a figure to greet him but fails. in between jason’s thick thighs, was the puppy. it stood in the middle, looking up at him with the cutest puppy eyes. jason looked down in question, “where’s ya ma? she upstairs?”. a low whine with ears pinned before leaving his legs. leading him to where the stairs are. stretching his limbs a little, jason reaches the upstairs.

in one of the rooms, was lightened.

the pup sits by the door before scratching at it with a saddened look. jason looked at it with worry. his hand grips the gold knob before turning it. trying to stay quiet only for him to fail as the pup impatiently went inside the master bedroom. from the light, jason could see a small lump on the huge bed. pillows surrounded that lump, it moved once it heard the door open.

until, a head full of hair in a ponytail popped up from the lump.

jason smiled tiredly, “hey baby”. blankets shrug off the lump, showing a woman laying on the bed. she had (h/c), eyes clear of (c/e). and those eyes contained excitement just by looking at him. her body was clad in his pro-club black shirt with some shorts underneath.

“baby! you’re home!”, she greets him now jumping up on the bed running towards him. jason held out his arms as she jumped into him catching her with ease. large hands landing on her ass to steady her, his forearms hooked under her legs.

she wraps her arms around his neck, placing a kiss on his lips. god, he missed this. he could smell that vanilla and almond smell. one from her body lotion she always uses. pulling away from his lips, she leaned back with a beautiful smile. “i missed you baby”, she says.

“and I missed you. has ginger been good?”, he asks shifting her in his arms.

she sighs at him before turning her head to where the pup lays on their shared bed. the pup lays in between it’s paws looking at the couple with guilty eyes. “she tore my heels again”, she grunts at jason.

ah, those heels. jason held in a laugh before rubbing his hand on her bum. “im sure she didn’t mean to, I’ll buy you new ones”, he suggests only for her to turn her head back to him with eyebrows furrowed. “uh no, im buying new ones”, she says now wrapping her legs around his thick waist.

“what? why?” “because I know you jay, you’re going to say that I should buy two when I don’t want to”

jason frowned at her before raising his eyebrows knowledging she was right.

“mm yea you’re right. what I can’t spoil my wife?”, he sends her a teasing smile.

she rolls her eyes before letting her self down back on the ground. “you can. but you’re wife doesn’t want you to. you hungry?”, she asks him pulling down the shirt to cover her appropriately. jason’s tall figure towers over her, he shrugged his huge shoulders. “yea, you cooked?”, he asks his wife.

“not yet, I was waiting for you to come home so we can cook together”, she says looking up at him. her arms wrap themselves around his waist, breathing in his scent. jason nodded, placing a kiss on the crown of her head. “alright, let me get changed and I’ll meet you downstairs”, jason says before giving her smack on her ass.

his wife yelps from the tender slap, she playfully shoves him before giggling. heading to the door, she whistles for the pup. “ginger! come girl!”, she yells out before disappearing from frame. the said pup, perks up before running off following the woman.

jason grinned, his large hands on his hips taking in the room. cozy it was..

the walls were a soft beige color, everything was schemes of white, brown and gold. taking off his black leather jacket, jason starts walking to the huge bathroom where the closet was in as well. inside the bathroom, was neatly placed makeup and expensive creams laid out.

he takes off his shirt, the fabric sliding off against his chiseled chest. now in the closet, jason than takes off his jeans. leaving him only in his briefs. his figure passes by a photo laid perfectly onto of the drawers in the middle of the closet. that photo, was on the day him and his wife had gotten married in secret. it wasn’t at the wedding but it was after the ceremony. they were in greece. stating how much his wife loved greek history and mythology, it would be perfect to get wedded there.

the photo had his wife, in a beautiful summer dress with a white orchid flower in her hair. she smiled at the camera with delight as jason in a white button with a few of those buttons down, a gold chain around his neck. instead of looking at the camera, he was looking down at her with the most loving smile. literally giving heart eyes.

he’ll never forget that day. now, he knows he said he doesn’t see himself getting married. jay felt he was too damaged. doesn’t have a lot of luck with love or even being happy. but it changed when he met his wife, y/n l/n.

loving him for his so called flaws. not treating him like he’s so fragile when he isn’t. overall showing him love and that it’s okay to be vulnerable and angry. a bonus on her liking red hood. y/n is a civilian.

her family was involved with the military, and with y/n also finishing college early and working from home as an artist and a small business of making jewelry.

making jewelry helped her anxiety and depression is what she told him. and with the money she gets after, she would donate it to charity. one of the things jason loves about his wife. deep within, she was overall the kindest woman. that’s exactly why he married her in the first place.

carefully, jason steps down the stairs in his plaid pajama pants and a plain black t-shirt. he walks in the kitchen to see y/n already setting up the food to cook meanwhile ginger, the cute canine, was busy playing with a lamb chop squeaky toy. hearing him, ginger stops what’s she doing. the sad little lamb toy hanging from her mouth. the pup trots over to jason in excitement, using her back legs to give her support in jumping on him. “hey girl, what you got there?”, he asks lightly grabbing the toy in her mouth.

ginger gives out a playful growl in response as jason started rocking the toy back and forth, her head moving along.

“she insisted on having it the other day, practically begged me”, y/n says with a grin on her face. her hands prepping the food taking out the piece of meats and setting them on the cutting board. jason laughed, he always knew she would spoil ginger the minute he got her.

almost as if y/n knows what jay was thinking, she says “and no, I do not spoil her babe. that’s all you”.

finally, the sad looking lamb toy lays in his hands.

ginger sits on her butt looking at him ready to go and play. jason turned the toy and only to see some of stuffing almost gone. “yeesh, you already torn the poor lamb ging. you have to be more careful or else your mama won’t buy you anymore toys”, he says raising his eyebrows at the pup. with the words ‘won’t buy’, ginger’s big ears droop.

those sweet puppy eyes, jason knew he couldn’t resist them. the same ones that looked up at him when he found ginger in the city as red hood one night. an abandoned puppy. more so something happened to the mother and left ginger to fend for herself. jason bends down once more, his hands that held the toy start to scratch the dog behind it’s ears before whispering “I’ll buy you more later”.

a simple response of ginger giving jason a lick on his cheek. the spoiled puppy.

y/n stopped what she was doing, a hand on her hip as she watched her two loves with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “babe?”, she asks. jason stood up so quick. he turned to his wife to see her looking more smug. “what?”, jason smiles lightly.

“nothing, nothing. can you pre hear the oven for the pies please”, y/n says going back to seasoning the huge pieces of steak. pie?

ah yes, his wife’s famous pies. now, he loves alfred. he’s like a grandpa to him.. but he will have to say and he will never have the old man listen. but his wife’s pies…are too die for. the richness. the sweetness. the glazed top of the crust. jason loves the pies. especially apple pie. who doesn’t like apple pie?

with that mention of the pies, that made jason quirk up. “pie?”, he asks now walking over to his wife not before giving ginger a small head rub. y/n giggled, cute seeing her husband get so excited to have some pie tonight. “yes jay, pie. you’re favorite too”.

mentally jason high fived himself when his wife said she made him his ultimate favorite pie. jason now behind y/n, he wraps his arms around her waist. his chin rested on top of her head, gently he rubbed her. y/n leans back into his warmth as she left the steaks on the board to marinate.

there was many times he had missed this. just being with his wife, and dog.

and in those times, he was in awe of how he could be lucky for once. jason was full of anger. so many hurt. he’s a dangerous man for sure. well not JASON TODD.

but RED HOOD.

when y/n found out his line of work, she didn’t go and run off in fear. why? because there was a night he saved her from getting murdered one night. she wasn’t afraid of him or the demons he always had. he would always give her a reason to hate him or think he’s a monster. but those reasons turned into more reasons to love him.

“what you thinking over there handsome?”, y/n questions him from his sudden silence. jason blinked, he shifts his arms around her waist a little. he hummed in response. his chest rumbled like a purr.

“just, how lucky I am to have you..and this part of my life”, he mutters. as he talked, his chin would rub harshly against her head. it made her itch a little. y/n stopped her moving around on the counter, wiping her hands free from seasoning. her head tilts up to look at jason leaving his chin from having an balance.

her body turns in his big arms. his hands now wrapped around the small of her back. from the slight height difference jason had to lean down his upper body a little to even look at y/n. “lucky? I think I’m more lucky to have you jay”, she whispers tenderly. wrapping her arms around his neck standing on her tippy toes. always a sap. jason leans down, both of their lips almost touching. “and how are you the lucky one?”, jason asks. he could feel y/n smile.

“maybe because, im married to someone who is doing the people of Gotham a favor. saving people, beating the system, taking out criminals. you give back to the people…you give them a sense of hope and security no one could give them…”

and as she said those words, jason couldn’t help but feel…disappointed. not with y/n. but with himself. he may help his people. but doesn’t mean everyone else thinks he is the good guy. he’s not a hero for damn sure to most people. but that’s only because, jason is someone who gives people a chance and a reality. and that reality fucking sucks. that’s how he turned out. he shakes his head a little, leaning his forehead against hers. “im not a good person”, he says.

y/n frowned, his words made her sad.

he would always doubt himself, he wouldn’t of done it before but when they had gotten married he opened up a bit more. time. that’s what they had.

her arm moves away from his neck to lift up a finger. running it against the faded ‘j’ scar on his cheek. he closes his eyes leaning just into the small touch. “not everyone gets to decide if they are a good person or not. we let fate and our decisions determine that…and you, I know your a good person. cause if you weren’t, you wouldn’t have saved me that night and let me die”, she spoke softly. her finger moves up to his eyebrow that held another scar. jason opened his eyes, the blue color flashes with some green.

green like the lazarus pit.

a reminder of what brought him back to life. the memory of when he saved y/n, unknowingly that she would be his wife two years later. how crazy life could be.

pressing his lips against hers, the two locked lips. the space between them closing as they embraced one another. with a few pecks in, y/n leaned her forehead forward once again. jason locked eyes with her beautiful (e/c) eyes. “and im glad I did save you. cause then I wouldn’t have you with me”.

y/n grinned a little, she presses her lips against jason’s. a soft smack as it lands. pulling away from him, y/n gives his chest a small rub. “and i wouldn’t. now enough of the sad stuff, I’m hungry”, y/n says playfully turning back to face the counter with the readied steaks. jason silently chuckled, he shakes his head before rubbing his hands together. creating some heat in them. his heated hands fall, quick and hard. jason smacked y/n’s ass creating a rather loud ‘SMACK’.

jumping from the sudden violation, a small ‘aah’ y/n let out as she touched her burning cheek. she bends down in pain before laughing. jason laughed as he watched his wife who took that hit like a ‘champ’. “why?!”, y/n groaned with a laugh. jason shrugged his shoulder a little with a shit eating grin, “eh don’t act like you aren’t used to it babe”. with a wiggle of his eyebrows, y/n grabs a wet napkin near the sink ready to attack him with it.

the kitchen now filled with childish laughter, the husband and wife run around like two kids playing tag. ginger watched with her lamb toy in her mouth. her fluffy head tilted to the side curious as to what they were doing.

⋆˙.☾. ⋆˙

the night was more quiet than ever.

in the master bedroom contained the sleeping couple and a tired pup, and a ruined lamb toy. sounds of soft snores and tv background noise. something jason had on due to him not fully being used to the quiet ambience. from earlier events from dinner and teaching ginger new tricks, both y/n and jason decided to retire for the night. of course not before having some adult fun to themselves. what felt like a sahara desert in the room, y/n awoken.

thick muscular arms wrapped tightly against her bare waist, one hand touching her breast. her ring touches against his warm skin letting y/n know why it was rather hot in the room. jason radiated that warmth. her half opened eyes shift to his side to see the alarm clock. letters bolder in red as they read 2:45 AM. it was still pretty early. usually, jason would be awake doing patrol. she wasn’t complaining though. feeling parched, y/n decided to get some water downstairs. ‘should of convinced jay to get that hundred dollar mini fridge in here’, she thought to herself. her hand carefully unwraps jason’s arms from her body, the sleepy husband of hers groans from the lack of holding someone. to be extra careful to not awaken him, y/n uncovers herself.

shivering, as the Gotham’s cold air hits her. y/n slowly leaves the bed, and as she left. using her tippy toes to create little no sound to not disturb jason, her bare form skids to the where her fluffy grinch robe was.

wrapping the cozy robe on her form she was instantly met with softness and warmth. y/n ties the wrap around her waist making to secure it nicely. she turns her head to see if her husband had awoken only to see he was knocked out like a light. on the floor was ginger who lifted up her head to see where her mom was going.

y/n walks over to door turning the golden knob slowly and steady. and once it opened, y/n was quick to leave the bedroom and out in the hallway. her arms crossed against her chest going down the stairs, eyes not fully opened and tired yawn escapes her. making her way at the bottom of the stairs, y/n looked around the living room.

it was tidy and always clean before going to bed with y/n always complaining it has to be clean or she would procrastinate later on and do it in a month. unbothered by the lack of mess, y/n watched as the winds blow over the trees in front of the house. creating a scary shadow that lighten the living room. and for some reason, y/n felt…uneasy. like a monster was going to come up from behind her and kill her brutally. but only, nothing did. she shrugs off the silly thought before going to the kitchen. on the dish rack was clean cups and plates, grabbing one of the clear mason jar in her hand.

she walks over to the fridge where an water distillery was a part of, pushing it light alooms the fridge and the kitchen. cold water springs out and onto the mason jar. and about five seconds, an already full cup is filled the brim.

pressing her soft lips against the cold glass, y/n took big sips and gulps of the cold temperature water. it ran smooth down her throat and freezing into her body. three a.m. water was just different and better when you wake up in the middle of the night. chugging her drink, y/n swallowed last bits of it before placing it in the sink to be washed later.

using her fluffy sleeve to wipe at the water that dropped down on the side of her lip. y/n stretched her limbs a little. nights like this was simple. drink water, stretch, then head to bed. but tonight, it felt more…scary. after her stretch break, y/n looked around the kitchen and the backyard. blackened curtains hiding any view inside.

it was too quiet. more quiet than a library.

what feels like voices telling her to just go back to bed with jason and sleep till the morning sun comes. but in her gut, she felt like something wasn’t right. eyes glued onto y/n. and never leaving. her breath hitched as she tried to listen to something. just something to let her know she wasn’t overthinking it. almost like the curiosity was stopping her from going back upstairs.

that was until a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her waist instantly.

y/n lets out a scream at the sudden attack. ready to scream out for her husband or to try and wound the person, a sleepy chuckle is heard by her ear. quick to realize who it was, y/n relaxed into the arms and chest she loved so much. “jay”, she whined out annoyed.

jason laughed, feeling mischievous at the successful attempt in scaring his wife. “sorry. why you out of bed?”, he asks her. his voice was rough and tired. he wasn’t there for that long it seems. y/n leaned her head back into the croak of his shoulder. “just thirsty was all”, she says. her hand reaches up to jason. rubbing at the side of his neck with reassurance.

“well you were taking long babe”, jason says bending his neck down to meet hers.

she lets out a giggle before biting her lip. “oh? well it wouldn’t BE taking so long if you just said yes to the mini fridge in our room”, she teases him.

jason rolled his eyes knowing his wife won’t stop pestering him about that damn mini fridge that was a good deal for a pretty good sized shape. tighting his grip on her waist, jason playfully bites her neck causing her to squeal.

wiggling away in his grip jason grinned in the crock of her neck. one of her ticklish spots that jason likes to mess with. “okay okay! im sorry. but we should of gotten it”, y/n admits truthfully. jason lets out a sigh already wanting to head up back to bed where ginger was probably in his spot by now. he gently grabs onto her sleeve, pulling away with him.

“alright I get it, you are right and I’m right. come on lets get some sleep”, he mutters to her. y/n follows jason out of the kitchen and back to the living room. she pauses, standing next to the stairs looking around the clean living room as if she was searching for something. nothing…only there was the shadow of the tree on their porch. jason noticed this.

she was paranoid. but why?

jason stands by the stairs looking at y/n and back to the empty living room. “what’s wrong?”, he asks her. he was worried. paranoid, was something y/n wasn’t like. he was. only time she would when jason was injured or not responding and has been away for days. y/n blinked furiously, shaking her head now bringing her ringed hand up to tuck in her messy hair. “nothing. nothing just making sure”, she says to him. it wasn’t nothing at all.

he slowly nodded his head still not believing her though. tugging on her sleeve to go up the stairs. y/n followed her husband, not before taking a look at the living room once more and back up to her bedroom.

“babe? baabee? babe!”

y/n turned her head in a flash to be faced with jason who was holding up two different tubs of ice cream in his hands. cookies and cream, and chocolate brownie. giving her a raised eyebrow in question, jason walked over to her with worry. “you okay?”, jason asks her placing the two tubs in the grocery cart.

no. she wasn’t.

lying straight to her husband’s face, she nodded her head with a tight lipped smile. “yea, yea just tired I guess”, y/n lies.

and that she lied to him again. jason knows. knowing her too much as much as she did about him. he looks down at her shorter height, unconvinced and waiting for his wife to tell him. something was off. “is it the nightmares again?”, he bluntly asks. y/n widened her eyes with her mouth agape shaking her head before replacing the expression into an offended one. “what? no no! im fine jay. just tired, you know? I haven’t gotten any sleep when you left”, she half lies to him.

already wanting to quick the conversation and end it just at that. y/n grabs the cookies and cream ice cream walking over to the freezer and placing it back.

on her way back to the hunk, jason had his mouth opened more offended than she was. “why you put back the cookies and cream?”.

“uh because that one isn’t good? the chocolate brownie mix has REAL brownie pieces babe” “and so does the cookies and cream!”

y/n giggled at the silly childish argument. glad the serious talk was over. she kisses jason the cheek before scrolling away with the cart with jason on her tail. “wha- babe don’t tell me you don’t love cookies and cream! the cookie parts are the best parts! stop walking woman!”, jay tries to reason with her only to be ignored.

exiting the large grocery store, jason pushed the full cart of food and necessities as y/n walked beside him hopping in her boots as she held up a long white receipt. “woah! see that babe? eighty seven dollars worth of groceries with fifty dollar worth coupons, we scammed the government”, y/n says proudly shaking the receipt in the air. jason laughed at her pushing the cart. “scamming the government by having coupons and saving money? oohhh babe you’re dangerous. someone put a wanted sign for this woman”, he teases her only to receive an small shove.

“I cracked the system babe” “oh I’m sure you did”

“well I think we did an amazing job. you know we can always save up more coupons and buy stuff for the woman’s homeless shelter? anna from next door said she would be on board with that”, y/n tells jason giving him a note to go to the homeless shelter in Gotham in a few weeks and give them some supplies. jason hummed in agreement stopping the cart as they reached the car. “want me to do the loading or you do it?” “I’ll do it, just check the back please”

her figure hops to the right of the car opening the back seat door only to be faced with a teddy bear with a red hood t-shirt on strapped in his seat. y/n smiled remembering when jay got her the cute bear as a Valentine’s Day gift. she shuts the door before moving on the passenger seat. empty. “clear!”, she yells out.

jason opens the trunk door, lifting it up he was met with a note.

a note? why the fuck is there a note in his car? it was folded into two. blank on each side. now the creeping feeling up on his spine and in his throat, anxiety pitted in his stomach. he grabs it, and as he did he opens it…

only to see a random doodle recognizing y/n’s handwriting. the drawing was of jason as a stick figure with his signature red hood helmet on with a smile and y/n and ginger drawn in a funny way. ginger had the little lamb toy in her mouth. he snorted before shoving it in his pocket. now loading up the car with the groceries.

once jason had finished loading the groceries, he grabbed the end of the cart scrolling away to put it away. y/n walks over to the passenger seat door, as she opened it she slid right in. buckling herself up she shuffled in her seat to get more comfortable as she waited for jason. a force habit she did, y/n looked up at the view mirror. her hand moved it to face her, fixing her makeup.

a pinkie slide against her glossed lips, wiping away at the corners. rubbing her lips together to smear more of the product. y/n moved the mirror back to it’s original place. and when she did, a man in a car with sunglasses and his hoodie up stares right at her.

y/n froze.

staring back at the man through the mirror, she could see he was parked right behind them. the man had stains on his hoodie, they were dark and moist looking. his hands were bloodied. eyes were bloodshot. beard unshaven and uneven. what terrified y/n more, the clown mask laying on his dashboard.

clown…clown…

he didn’t blink. all he did was stare. just staring. so deep into her eyes and into her soul.

her fingers grip onto the arm rest. the staring contest between them two was intense. it was almost like he was there, for her.

the drivers door opens fo reveal jason who ruffled his hair messily. “ehh do we still have any hair dye babe? …babe?”, jason looked at y/n. he watched as she stared not at him but at the mirror facing the back.

“jay…that guy is staring…”, she whispers.

jason shoots up but not enough to alert the watching man, slowly he sits in his seat leaning back. he turns his head to the rear view mirror, trying to get an angle of who was staring at his wife so creepily. not seeing anything, y/n made a call to let him know where. “the car right behind us…”, she says.

but before jason could take a proper view of the said man, y/n watched from mirror as the man moved quickly and drove off.

y/n groaned disappointed. jason looked at her as she fell in his seat relaxed now and not so tense. “he’s gone…”.

ready to comfort her, she continued. “he was right there jay, he just stared at him like a fucking creep”. jason reached over letting his hand rest on her cheek rubbing slowly to comfort her.

“what’s his description”, he states. his tone was serious and cautious. knowing tonight he was going to lock his doors, put on the security system on and get a gun out in case. y/n sighed, taking a minute.

she felt like somebody’s watching her.

“I- he, can I just tell you when we get home? I just want to go…”, she whispers. the hand on her cheek slides to her hands, jason gave her a firm grip before nodding. “yea, of course…I’ll just tell Samuel to keep watch of any passes by the gate”, jason consoles her. y/n breathed out heavily nodding in agreement.

jason let go of y/n to turn on the engine, having the radio play a familiar song y/n has grown to love dear to her heart. and a song jason would say he thinks of his wife when he hears this..

“The day the music died

So, bye, bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to The Levee, but~”

“perfect timing”, y/n muttered under breath sarcastically. jason grinned a little in agreement. normally y/n would start singing along, but after being stared at by a dude who has a clown mask in his car was something she was more shaken up by. her intuition knew she was being watched. something she always, always trusts.

but how DO you really keep someone safe?

you don’t, not when different pair of eyes are on you. but not just on you, but those you love when you leave every few weeks.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

author’s note: hi loves! so I rewatch black widow and this song has been stuck in my head for a while so why not. and I do have some sad intentions with this song by the way so be prepared! im sorry i wasn’t as active yesterday! i was hungover and threw up 💀 but since i saw one of my loves say they would love a secret wife!reader might as well write this! I hope you all enjoy let me know if you would want a second part!

BINX

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

master-list || CHAPTER TWO: SWEET AND BLOOD.

summary: it always him. a unhealthy reminder of jason’s nightmares and demons.

pairing: husband!jason todd x wife!reader, bruce wayne, dick grayson, jim gordon, damian wayne, ginger the pup.

warnings: ptsd?, traumatic experiences, talks of death, almost panic attacks? a little bit of smut??? y/n gets tackled twice, violence, injuries, almost attempted kidnapping.

previously || next

why is it called a secret, when you can’t be careful?

oh wait..it never was a SECRET.

“what..”

was all jason todd could say. not RED HOOD. not the man who killed criminals and terrorized any crime boss in Gotham city and left their heads rolling for police to take care of. but JASON. the boy who was left to fend for himself and starving until he met bruce wayne. same scared kid who was murdered by a clown. a clown who wore caked on face paint, green hair, laughed like his life depended on it. one who murdered so many lives. he didn’t take Jason’s life…he used it…and than torn it. all because, he was robin and because he was the son of his number one enemy.

memories of that torturing hours, of just being there with him.

he could hear him laughing, laughing so much like he was so goddamn funny to brutally beat a kid. jason could feel his hands on him. he could feel, EVERYTHING.

the crowbar, he could feel the metal beating him senselessly. from to his face to his toes. the ache and the throbbing. than to the numbness. it was like when you get sick, the chills and the fever and the feeling of not being able to get up mixed with getting stomped on by a giant over and over was what it felt like. it never stopped. the pain.

but that doesn’t compare when he had his finger nails pulled off. limbs broken. hanging by a thread. the cuts that fuckin’ clown would give him. but the most memorable besides the crowbar was HIM… carving a J on the side of his cheek. it was slow. painfully agonizing. he could hear his own screams begging to stop. he remembered he would always purposefully go slow and dig deeper into his bleeding skin. something the lazarus pit couldn’t fully heal, not even his autopsy marks on his chest.

he was littered, of death. and he cheated death, without him even letting it happen. you could say that the lady death let it slide…for now.

“jay?”, he hears his wife, oh his wife…the love of his life.

y/n sat down in front of jason who stared blankly ahead of her. his gaze was into space. gone he was. unresponsive. she was used to seeing her husband like this after he has his nightmares or panic attacks. a lot of times she would see if he wanted to have her console him, if not she wouldn’t touch him unless he gave her consent. she was patient. and that’s all jason asks.

“baby…you need me?”, y/n whispers to him but still not daring to touch him. she could hear his breathing hitch, it looked like he wasn’t breathing at all. “jason”, y/n calmly called out his name.

that caused him to blink a little before robotically looking down at her in between his legs. y/n held a worried look, worried he was going to have an episode. “jay? how can I help? mhm? do you want to list off some things?”, she questions him slow. jason blinked, shaking his head. y/n muttered a small ‘okay’ before placing herself fully on their carpet floor.

“okay…can i touch you?”, y/n asks him with her hands on her lap.

he stared down at his wife, all he sees..is her. jason nodded, his hair flopped as he did. y/n nodded with a frown. her hand reaches up with a pace of calmness, both the husband and wife’s hand clasped together. her thumb rubs against the scar on his knuckles.

“jay…I need you to breathe with me..okay? I need you to take deep breathes”, y/n reminded him. something jason tends to forget when he feels like something is going to cause him to have a panic attack or when an nightmares occurs. he inhaled from his nose before exhaling quietly, he does that a few times as y/n watched to make sure he wasn’t overdoing it. “there ya go…”, she cheers on.

jason closed his eyes, feeling a sense of relief. reminding himself he wasn’t there anymore and he was safe with his wife. “I know baby..I know. do you want to go and lie down? glass of water”, y/n began to ask him. ready to go and get some water anyway for him, jason grabbed her hand. her ringed hand. the gold wedding ring stared back at him. his calloused thumb runs over the band.

pressing a firm kiss on the ring he put on her himself. jason finally spoke to her “im fine..thank you babe”, he whispers under his breath.

worried still, y/n nodded her head as she reaches up and rubs jason’s knee that was shaking violently. he takes deep breathes to calm himself and allow his wife’s presence as well. his jet black hair tossles forward, in the sunlight, a few white streaks glides. the hair dye finally fading away.

y/n always remember when jay needed some help in dying his hair, said it was better than a constant reminder of his fate before. she did always like the white streak in his hair though. like a cute skunk. she looked at his hair before reaching up gently tugging on the growing whites. “you’re right.. we do need to dye it”, she whispers.

on jason’s face was a growing smile until it dropped remembering what y/n had previously told him. his frown deepened, “it’s my fault…I should’ve been more careful..I fucked up”, he says. hearing the fear and the blame coming from jason made y/n look up into his eyes. her eyebrows furrowed, shaking her head more.

“it is NOT you’re fault jason. none of it was your fault..you-”, cupping jason’s scarred cheeks into her warm hands. the cold wedding ring touching his skin. “protect me so well my love..you keep me safe. you never fuck up. you are the best husband I could ask for, no matter how many times you doubt yourself. know you done this for us. you are the greatest man I know..”, her words of truth and love made JASON TODD cry. tears fall drooping down his cheeks. one, two, three, four and five tears as more keeps on coming.

jason bites his lips as they wobbled. he lets out a choked sob before wrapping his hands around his wife’s. y/n’s eyes softened at the sight. “oh jay”, she coos at him.

her thumb wipes away his falling tears letting her husband cry.

everyone is allowed to be vulnerable. just because you’re vulnerable doesn’t make you weak. you have so much pain yet you still carry it, letting that pain go will set you free. be angry. be sad. whatever you’re emotion you feel, turn it into something greater.

those are what y/n told jason. on the night he revealed to her that his true identity and his story. he didn’t cry, that night. he just stared at the city. scared but accepting if she was scared and wouldn’t want to see him again. yet she never did. she stayed. and when she told him those words, god did he grew to love her more and more.

“why did you marry me?”, jason asks y/n from behind her. laying inside the porcelain bathtub was the two couple, naked and covered in foamy bubbles. the room smelled of warm cocoa butter and brown sugar, a hint of lavender essential oil. the only light in the large bathroom was red and white thick candles. the large man’s figure was behind y/n’s, he was pressed up against the cold porcelain.

playing with the foam and blowing into them creating the smallest tiniest of bubbles, y/n turned her head to look at jason with a curious look. “what? what kind of question is that?”, she asks him. her full attention to him.

he shifts, moving y/n along on his lap. “i just..want to hear it again. please?”, jay asks. she looks down at his wet chest before looking up at him. from her back being turned away, she quickly moves over chest to chest.

and as their chests touch each other..y/n wraps her wet arms around his thick neck. “the reason why I married you. is because I could have of chosen to be married to someone else. somebody who wouldn’t love me, as much as you do. you love me. but not as much as I love you. that night you saved me, I knew. and when you told me who you truly are. I knew. I love you and all you’re days and nights. red hood, robin, jason todd…all of you is what I love. marrying you, is my gift till the day I die…”

the words, so beautiful. jason stared at her with devotion, his heart beats every second. his eyes turned into hearts eyes the minute she spoke. “god I love you”, he whispers looking down at her lips.

his thumb runs along the plush skin. his right hand goes down to her hip and the other hand on her back. pushing her forward onto him, bringing each other closer and closer. their lips clasp each other.

y/n turns her head slightly to the left, taking in jason’s lips deeper. her hand grips the hair on the back of his head. she slightly tugs causing jason to groan. the room becomes more heated and intense. pulling away from her jason moves his face onto her neck. he plants soft kisses and as he touches the spot y/n likes, he pulls her skin in and sucks. “jay..”, she moans. the hand on y/n’s hip rocks her back and forth. the room is now filled of moans and groans.

a soft sad whine is heard by door, a little black wiggling nose peeks right out from under the door. tiny claws scratching against the wood. both jason and y/n stop their actions before slowly turning to the door. a giggle comes out from y/n’s mouth from watching the poor alone pup on the other side of the door. “oh ging..”, she mumbled.

another whimper in response from ginger, begging to be let in with her parents. y/n giggled once more about to let herself up until jason goes back to nibbling on her neck. “jayyy”, she drags out.

continuing on his action of giving his partner pleasure, jason lifts up y/n in his hands before harshly slamming her on his lap. y/n shouts, feeling fullness before looking down at jason with widened eyes. “jason!”, she yelled. he pulls away from her neck to look up at her. an innocent look with a small grin before saying “what? im not getting cockblocked babe”.

rolling her (e/c) eyes at him slapping his chest. it wasn’t till jason rocks her back and forth once again that y/n stopped complaining. her eyes shut letting her husband do the work.

dried off, y/n runs a brush against her dampened hair. the smell of her shampoo and conditioner lingers in her roots and ends. in her view from behind is jason, still shirtless except for a pair of grey sweats cling to his hips. he always looked good in them. his large figure comes up from behind y/n before playfully flexing.

y/n laughed, “looking good babe…”.

from the mirror in front of them jason sends her a cheeky wink. “damn right I do”, he says back. looking down at the floor was ginger who happily sits on her butt with her tongue lolled out. “do I look good ginger?”, jason now asks the pup. the german shepherd barks in response cause the two to laugh.

y/n turns her head to where jason stood, his neck was littered of hickeys from their bath. she smiled before biting her lip to hide it. back to hair, y/n grabs a small bottle of oil now smothering it in her hands before running them against her hair.

amongst to her once she does her routine, jason watched her. it was satisfying to watch in his opinion. just now she takes care of her and now she does it, was nice. breaking the comfortable silence, was a phone ringing. y/n stopped herself, making eye contact with Jason from the mirror.

tension sprung. it wasn’t his personal phone but one he uses for work. jason drops his shoulders, he wasn’t leaving again. not when he just got back..it wasn’t fun to hear that familiar ring. he decided to just let it go on. and what felt like an eternity, it stopped. y/n knew it her stomach, it must be important enough for jason to be called. even though she just got him back. in defeat, y/n sighed. causing jason to shake his head in protest. “no..no I’m not gonna get that”, he argues.

“yes yes you do. jason it’s important” “not as important as you”

closing her eyes as jason argued, deep down he knows she is right. but she was more important than anybody else. this is his WIFE.

“jason…” “im not leaving. I don’t care. not after what happened today, fuck no im not leaving you alone”, he pushes on. his large hands turn y/n around to face him by the waist. y/n still under the influence for him to go. her face read of conflict. “y/n..look at me”, jason whispers to her. from looking at the floor to her husband. it was clear of his decision. his dark blue eyes looks into hers, y/n sighs once more. “im staying. okay?”, he asks her.

she was never the type to stop jason from helping others. neither was he. finally accepting his decision, y/n nods her head. quickly moving to go over and hug his large body. pressing his lips onto the top of her damp head. “come on, ill start dinner”, jason offers dragging her towel clung form.

guess jason will know what his family wanted him for tonight..

⋆˙.☾. ⋆˙

DICK curses under his breath annoyed and worried, his phone gripped tightly in his latex hand. the phone goes straight to voicemail making him whisper ‘shit’. he turns around to face bruce as batman who talked to JIM GORDON. “come on jay pick up..”, he prays to himself still attempting to call his younger brother who was absent as of right now.

only for him to sigh in disappointment. “YOU’RE CALL HAS BEEN FORWARDED TO AUTOMATED VOICEMAIL-“. dick pressed the end button before shoving his phone in a hidden pocket on his suit. his legs carry him over to bruce, looking more worried. bruce sees dick as he approaches him. “nightwing…anything?”, the batman asks in an deep voice. in a simple nod, jim sighs before looking up at the vandalized building.

“guessing he isn’t in Gotham right now. red hood leaving means more crime, no offense”, jim nods to Batman taking a smoke out of his cigarette.

batman stared at the commissioner blankly till turning to nightwing who looked at the building as well. “where could he be?”, dick asks under his breath. the building gave him the chills. mocking everybody but more so at both the two men. bruce turned his head away. where was his son? he doesn’t know. he doesn’t know anything. apparently a enemy does. “robin”, bruce calls out to the youngest one in the crime scene.

ROBIN, DAMIAN WAYNE, stands up tall and proud looking at the crime scene before him. he was disgusted on what was in his sight. the young boy walks over to batman with his katana by his side. “batman..”, damian says back to him.

“find red hood, he needs to know about this tonight..” bruce says. robin gives him a ‘tch’ scoffing at the idea of finding his incompetent brother who happened to leave two days ago. “wouldn’t be hard to find him anyways…commissioner gordon, nightwing” damian bids his goodbye before shooting an grappling hook to an building.

leaving three of the men looking up at the painted and bloodied building.

and on that specific building was a woman…all the once white sheets of paper had a large zoomed photo of either a cheek, an eye, a whole full. all the pictures glued together, like a puzzle it was. this woman had (h/c), (e/c), and had a smile so happy. but what made it more sickening was a familiar painted carved in smile of crimson red.

covering her (e/c) eyes was an ‘X’ mark on each eye.

all around the woman’s picture was big green and black colored ‘HA HA HA’s and just by looking at it was overwhelming for dick and bruce. he never stops. and just below the picture was bloodied words saying :

WHY KEEP MISS AMERICAN PIE A SECRET?

WHEN SHE DESERVES A LITTLE GREETING FROM ME? FLY HIGH BABY BIRD. WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOU AGAIN BIG RED.

a white card of a joker, placed purposefully at the end.

⋆˙.☾. ⋆˙

it was another quiet night.

too quiet. almost haunting and cruel.

it was mocking her. taunting her. laughing at HER.

ONCE again, in their shared bed. lays both y/n and jason on their respective sides, sleeping peacefully alongside ginger on her dog bed. the tv plays in the background of a random show jason had picked on netflix. with jason’s firm grip in cuddling his wife, y/n slowly opened her eyes. her throat felt dry. just like yesterday night. she cranes her neck over to her husbands side, lifting up to see his alarm clock.

it was 3:00 A.M.

mentally cursing for jason not buying that damn mini fridge, y/n pries his thick arms away from her waist. from her movement, jason groans loudly before turning away on the other side. not caring, y/n yawns scratching her head now getting up from the plush bed. ginger, lifts up and watches her mother lazily walk over to the door. what y/n didn’t see was ginger stands up, alerted. a low growl in warning before whining loudly. but not loud enough for jason to wake up.

it was cold tonight. to the hall and down the stairs, y/n rub her eyes with her index finger. smashing away the eye boogers.

slowly stopping at the end of the wooden stairs, y/n is faced with the emptied living room. the shadow of the trees were still this time, causing y/n to shiver. she crosses her bare arms rubbing up and down on them for heat. her feet pick her up to the kitchen, doing the same routine she had done previously.

picking up a mason jar glass from the dish washing rack, placing it under the water distillery from the fridge and wait for the glass to be nearly full. bringing the cold glass to her lips, y/n drank and chugged the rest of the water. her throat now quenched. setting down the emptied glass, y/n places it in the sink quickly wiping away water droplets from the corners of her mouth.

looking around the kitchen, it was quiet. one that made y/n scared. remembering that jason is upstairs and is there to keep her safe along with ginger. and healthy reminder, that jason had set the security system in the house and told their ‘gate’ security man to keep an eye out tonight. ‘I’m just being paranoid. definitely not going to that grocery store anymore.’

about to head back upstairs, y/n glanced at the counter before looking away. only to stop.

her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, knowing that her and Jason had cleaned up before heading to bed. so why the fuck is a poker card laying on the counter? walking slowly to where the card laid, y/n stares at it. doesn’t pick it up or even touch it. from early events and remembering that what jason said…how you could tell it was also him, was by a poker card with a joker.

not wanting to know what was imprinted on that card, y/n backs away slowly. ready to break for it upstairs and wake up her husband.

and that’s what she does..

her legs speed past the opening of the kitchen and into the living room. hands were quick to grab the railing of the stairs only for a pair of hands to grab her by the stomach. y/n lets out a gasp, “JAS-“. cut off mid screaming, a hand lands on her mouth. muffling her screams of fear.

“i got her, get the van ready”, a gruffly man voice says. with her hand on the railing, gripped so tight she made sure to hold on to stop the man from taking her. his hands pull on her, struggling to take her away. he grunts angrily at the stubborn woman. “fucking stop”, he grits his teeth in her ear.

unable to pull him off and to scream out for the man upstairs, y/n turns her hand into a fist before slamming it on the wooden railing. her hand throbbed from the harsh banging. a loud bark from upstairs alerts the commotion happening. “fuck! enough you fucking bitch”, the man kicks y/n on her back.

pain spreads all over her back making her hunch over. but that didn’t stop her from grabbing on the railing.

y/n, smart she is, she lets go of the railing to unexpectedly kick the wood cause both her and the man to fall over. the kidnapper grunts in pain as he lays there with y/n. her elbow hits the man square in the face feeling a smush of skin and bone. a loud crunch was heard. the impact made the man scream of more enough pain. he lets go of y/n to cradle his nose. giving her the opportunity to run. “JASON!”, she screamed out for him.

from upstairs a loud noise of glass and punches being thrown was heard by y/n. coming down from the stairs now was ginger.

the dog growls of smelling intruders, the four legged pup runs over to the man who was still clutching his nose. ginger’s teeth sinks deep into his arm, growling with the shake of her head. “get the fuck off me!”, the intrude yells out trying to hit ginger. y/n immediately runs over to stop the man from hurting her baby by stomping straight on his crotch. her foot slams harder each time on his crotch effecting more of his mobility. loud footsteps from the kitchen and into the living room just behind her, rumbling and shaking the floorboards. those footsteps hands slam right into y/n’s side. tackling her like a football player.

her head slams harshly against the floor, a pained whimper escapes her mouth.

a sudden weight sits on her stomach rather comfortably. two hands rest themselves on her neck squeezing enough for her windpipe to close. y/n eyes widened, her hands rest against the person’s hands trying to pry them off of her. she chokes, gasping for air. her nails dug into the arms to create some kind of pain. her eyes shift up to who was choking her to see a man figure in a gross white tank top wearing a clown mask, the same one from earlier.

her breathing starts to quicken realizing who this was above her. it was that creepy guy who was watching her when the two of them went grocery shopping. ginger hears the sounds of choking, her attention turning to her mother being suffocated by a man in a mask. canine teeth lets go of the man that was withering on the floor, her throat grumbles into a growl.

y/n’s vision starts to blur, her strength leaves her bones. a loud bark from her left is heard till the sudden weight is gone along with the hands around her throat. the woman gasps for air loudly turning into coughing fits. just as her vision begins to fix itself y/n could hear screams from her right with gingers growling.

“y/n!”, jason’s voice yells out from upstairs. his booming bare footsteps stomp down the stairs. “y/n!”, he once again yells out. gun in his hand and blood on his chest illuminating his autopsy scar.

before going to his wife jason sees a man in a clown mask gripping his crotch in pain. craning his gun, jason pulls the trigger at him. a loud bang makes y/n jump with a scream. a dead man laid on the floor. jason breathes in, his attention now onto y/n who’s hand cradled her sore throat. “y/n”, he says with a sigh of relief. he runs over to his wife gently picking her figure up into his lap as he sat down. “baby…are you okay? are you okay?”, jason anxiously asks her looking all over her body for bruises or any wounds. with ginger, still angrily chewing on the masked man’s arm, jason looks up at where his pup was. a sharp whistle till ginger lets go turning to jason.

soft puppy eyes trot over to the two with a saddened whine in seeing her mother hurt. ginger lays next to the y/n’s side, a whimper escapes once more before sniffing y/n. a pink tongue gently licks against her cheek. “im fine ginger”, she says voice now hoarsely. jason looks down at y/n than back to the dude in a shitty clown mask. about to get up and hit the man into unconsciousness.

the end of a katana hits the man in the side of his head. knocking him out straight and cold. and in jason’s sight, is his little brother in his robin costume. damian.

damian, slides his katana back into his case gracefully. his face in a scowl when he looked down at the masked man. “damian?”, the young boy looks up at his older brother with an unamused look. “todd”, he greets him walking around the unconscious man. ginger and y/n both looked at the younger boy who looked more and more unimpressed as he looked around the living room. “what the fuck are you doing here?”, jason angrily asks.

stopping in his tracks, damian looked at jason than at y/n. a small ‘tch’ from him. “father requested for me to come find you. so I have. and come to find that you were attacked by joker’s men, I came to your rescue”.

“my rescue? im doing just fine damian”, jason points behind him at the dead man with his gun. “well ill have you know todd, all of us know of you’re bride. no use to keeping everything a secret”, damian unconcerned stands right in front of the couple. his smaller frame looks down at y/n who was still coughing as she laid on jason’s lap.

“y/n l/n. nice to finally meet you sister in-law ..”, damian coldly says to y/n. behind his mask he glares down at her form.

if you can’t keep a secret hidden, why even try?

they’ll always know.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi my loves! thank you all for loving last chapter! hehe! big smooches for y’all! here is part two! for part three I’ll be making it longer so if I haven’t really been posting that’s why! but I hope you enjoyed this chapter! if you want to be on the tag list let me know!

BINX

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

MASTERLIST || CHAPTER THREE: HELLO IN-LAWS.

summary: aftermath of joker’s men attacking the todd household, y/n is hesitant to meet her in-laws after a promise she made with Jason. her life now changing all in one night because her and the infamous red hood are married. and how does joker know about y/n?

PAIRING: JASON TODD X WIFE!READER, DAMIAN WAYNE X SISTER IN LAW READER (PLATONIC),

WARNING: GORE. DEAD BODIES. VOMITING. CURSING.

previously || next

WHATS THE WORST WAY YOU COULD SUFFER?

BY REMEMBERING WHAT THEY DID TO YOU.

OVER AND OVER.

“you completely obliterated him…”

the three of them stood above the unidentifiable man that wore the familiar clown mask, dried blood pooled below him with bits of brain spilled out. y/n turned her head up to her husband who stared down at the man’s body with furrowed eyebrows. DAMIAN, was leaning against the hallway wall seemingly looking disgusted and bored. it was now early in the morning.

two hours after the intruders came inside the house trying to kidnap y/n. and now there was two dead men and one unconscious who was strapped securely down in the garage.

unknowingly, jason didn’t know what to do. he needed to think. some quiet. that’s why he hasn’t said anything for two hours leaving y/n more concerned about her husband’s well being.

“we don’t have time for this”, damian sighs out with boredom.

he was right. they got to move before anything else happens. after y/n went to talk to police and confirm it was a misunderstanding, both jason and damian went to remove the dead man that had y/n first till ginger got him. removing the unconscious guy that strangled her as well, deciding to take him to bruce and get information. so what their doing right now? looming over a unidentifiable jokers henchmen who’s head was caved in with blood all over the carpet with his brains spraying the walls with a bloodied baseball bat on the floor.

jason really went in on him. the clown mask made an indent from the brutal hits he gave him. it sticked closely into the man’s skull only leaving a shell. as you can see, y/n knows her husband is a violent vigilante, but she didn’t expect this to be honest. you can’t even see anything left of the henchman. y/n bits down on her thumb waiting for jason to say something instead of just staring at the body.

she takes in a deep inhale breath, her hand coming up to her throat feeling the soreness and throbbing from previously being strangled earlier this morning. the bruises were going to be a bitch to hide later. y/n quickly moves her hand away from her throat wiping it on her sweater she put on to cover the bruises from her neighbors. “okay, okay. we need to move the body now jay”, y/n says to her husband yet he still stayed silent.

y/n looks at him, only to be met with the same blank stare he had on the entire morning. using her index finger she gives him a slight poke on his bicep. “jay? jason?”, she calls to him.

ah shit. here he does it again.

damian rolls his emerald green eyes seeing his incompetent brother, looking down at his feet he sees the well trained pup he grew fond, ginger whined lowly sensing the low tension. pushing himself off from the wall, damian walks over to his sister in-law and his older brother.

he looks at his brother than at the dead body in front of them, damian’s foot kicks at the man’s side before scoffing away. “we need to leave now todd. if we don’t get moving who knows what will in greatly happens to your wife”, damian annoyingly tells jason who side eyed him. stomping away still clad in his robin costume damian sets himself down the stairs leaving the husband and wife alone.

pinching the skin between her eyebrows y/n sniffled ready to grab an arm and help her husband remove the body. now she wasn’t all aboard on the decision but she wanted to help her husband. “he’s right. come on jay, help me with him”, she grunts slowly getting down in a squat to grab the man. jason raised a single eyebrow in question.

“uh what are you doing?”, he asks her moving over to stop her actions of even touching the man.

y/n sighs, not ready to argue even after what just happened early this morning. “jay…not the time just help me with him”, she groans. her hand grips onto the cold hand of the clown masked man.

jason rubs his face in frustration along his hair, driving it messily. hairs sticking into different places now. “babe. babe. let me handle it”, he mutter lightly shoving her hands away from the cold body. y/n closed her eyes, feeling a wash of nausea and an odd wave of heat. the burning sensation from her stomach to her throat. her cheeks puff out with a gag, the back of her hand smacks against her lips. jason looked at his wife with worry, “y/n? hey you okay?”.

his scarred hand reaches out onto her back lightly rubbing it. swallowing the disgusting acidic bile creeping from her throat y/n nodded. a pit in her stomach. “yea…”, she says lightly gasping for some air.

now prepping herself on shaky legs like a newborn baby deer, a sense of dizziness washes over her. y/n groans at the feeling falling over on her right side only for jason mutter a ‘shit babe’ and grab her arm.

jason throws her arm around his waist to steady his pale-looking wife. “come on let’s go to the bathroom”, he says to her. quick but carefully he leads them to the their shared bathroom. he could hear her gagging and sounds of bile coming up but her swallowing it. he’s been there before. and it’s ass.

successfully leading the two of them in the bathroom without his wife throwing up her guts. jason gently laid her by the toilet, luckily a soft white rug sat near it.

lifting up the lid of the porcelain toilet y/n leaned straight into the toilet now letting out the acid and spicy un-digested food. a sound of slush smacks agains the bottom and of the water. she lets out gag than a hard cough, tears rolled down her cheeks. jay’s hand rubs up and down smoothly down her back watching her. her breathing is quick and loud, staring down at the chicken wings and root beer mess. sitting by the toilet for a full minute blankly staring at it. jason leaned down to make eye contact with her. “you done? want me to get you water?”, he whispers gently to her.

perfectly timing, y/n said “nope”.

and straight back into the porcelain toilet she vomits once again. this time is was more than the last. “sorry”, jason apologies as he had jinxed it.

y/n shakily reaches a hand up to the flusher, pressing firmly looking down at the food swirl down. “ew.”

she mutters, her vision clear but feeling more ill than ever. a sharp pain in her head signaling a newly formed headache. her index and middle finger rubs at the temples of her head. she really needed to lie down. “what’s wrong”, jason asks her.

he sits himself down next to her by the toilet. his comfort consists of rubbing her arm and back, leaning her body onto his still shirtless chest. “baby?”, he worriedly asks brushing away pieces of her messy hair. y/n shakes her head, grabbing a piece of toilet paper beside her to wipe the residue from the corners of her lips.

“i just need to lie down right now..”, y/n huffs. “maybe clean up too”, she continues on giving jason a little tap with her finger on his arm.

jason’s eyes softened at the sight of his sick wife. he’s never seen her like this not even when the flu comes. always brushing it off and continuing on working in the separate rooms that contained her art. already knowing she will fight with on this, jason nodded reluctantly.

“alright beautiful. come on let’s get you up. do you want me to take you to the bed?”, jason questions helping her back on her feet.

“no no im fine jay. you and damian handle it. you guys know better than I do anyways”, y/n sighs defeated. she slowly walks over to the sink, wanting to brush her teeth and overall clean up. turning on the faucet of the sink as water pours out, jason walks over to her looking at through the mirror. her hands cup into a bowl letting water flow out. she pressed her mouth fo her hands taking a sip swishing around her teeth and gums. before spitting out the dirty water.

jason looks up and down at her body, his heart drops every time his eyes land on the bruises that asshole gave her.

large hands wrap around her hip leaning in towards y/n and pressing a soft kiss on the crown of her head. “okay..I’ll check in on you later okay? once we’re done I’ll start packing our stuff and we’ll leave. okay?”, he explains to her. her body leans up to look at jason from the mirror, both of their eyes connecting. shutting her eyes to stop the dizziness, y/n reopened them giving him a small thumbs up. almost afraid if she talked more she would vomit again. jason pressed his lips into a tight smile, he moves away y/n giving her a slight pat on her butt now walking away from the bathroom.

y/n watched as jason leaves her alone. his head was down before he disappears closing the door behind him. she felt her shoulders droop down with a short exhale. cleaning herself up, y/n used her fingers to brush their her messy hair. looking somewhat presentable.

she bends down to the three white drawers under the sink, opening the bottom one quick to find some floss. until she froze.

and in her sight was a neatly organized pack, of pads and tampons.

a sense of dread and panic digs it’s way into her heart to her stomach once again. the sight made her gasp silently. thinking back to her last menstruation. her increased appetite earlier when she ate all of those chicken wings jason made. the feeling sick. the vomiting. and it all just happened. she hasn’t had any of the symptoms until jason came. the last time her and jason had sex, was…

“oh fuck…”, she panicks.

it’s now 10:24, and in those past few house all that jason and damian had done was removing the dead bodies of joker’s men. going to have to call someone about that. right now, jason scrubbed at the lighten color of the once darkened blood on the carpet flooring.

as jason scrubbed away furiously with different cleaning supplies, he starts to feel frustrated. thinking back to how in the fuck did joker find him and his wife. no way in hell someone followed him. he was always fucking careful. wasn’t he? lost in his train of thought still scrubbing, damian creeped up behind jason holding few pieces of jewelry in hand. in his gloved hands, is a necklace and some earrings. the ones y/n makes and sells to customers.

“you’re wife makes jewelry?”, damian asks his brother with some kind of snarky attitude.

turning his head towards where damian stood by the doorway of y/n’s ‘office’, jason narrows his eyes at his younger brother. glaring at him for a few seconds than he turns back to the blood stain.

“not just jewelry, she paints”, the older brother says to him with disinterest.

you may think, damian is probably being a dick to his sister in-law. he wasn’t. he was just curious. just didn’t know how to say it without sounding like an imbecile. his bold eyebrows raised at his brother turning his head to the dangling jewelry. interesting it was. wondering how they managed to afford this house besides jason.

damian curiously asks him, “why? i would imagine she would work at the gotham art gallery or at any fine jewelry store”.

“it helps her anxiety. and no, she doesn’t want those rich people bidding her art, says it’s stupid when you should appreciate and love the art the artist provides”, jason rambles on quoting y/n who would rant over and over when a random rich asshole would want to buy her art and say ‘it would look create for decoration’. only wanting to know her price and not her story.

‘eat the rich. fuck the rich. no offense babe’

her words echoing in his head when y/n angrily watched something on the news that made her feel a certain way. and of course, the ‘no offense babe’ directed at jason who looked at her with amusement.

hearing the quoting words from jason, damian looked rather impressed. his lips pursed with his bold eyebrows raised. “mhm. she sounds and looks quite opinionated”, damian sort of compliments his sister in-law. jason grinned, damn right she is. the blood was most of almost gone, deciding to just call someone to clean up jason stops his actions of cleaning. throwing the scrubbing tool beside him along with the rest of the cleaning supplies. feeling his bones crack as he gets up from the floor, jason pulls out his cell phone from his sweatpants pocket.

the light flashes at him, showing messages from dick and bruce a few hours ago when him and y/n were in the bathtub. the messages and calls were all glaring at him. he skims through the messages.

DICKHEAD

jay, you might want to come down here

it’s important.

you might know this woman.

jay?

pick up ASAP.

I’m not joking. jay?

dude pick up now.

B.

we need you down here.

Gordon has some questions.

it’s the JOKER.

the capitalized name sent a pit in his stomach as he read the messages. what about the joker? the clown already sent men on his wife. so what was it. why. why his wife? damian turned his attention away from the jewelry to see Jason’s hand clenched into a fist. one that looks like it could draw blood. and in his other hand, his phone. meaning he finally saw the messages grayson and his father had sent.

“i see you received the messages”, damian says unamused. his eyes narrowed daggers at him.

jason’s eyes darkened, he feels his breathing quicken in anger and fear. the grip on his phone tightens. “you knew? you knew and you didn’t say anything?”, jason lowly asks damian.

“you didn’t answer. of course I knew. like I told you father sent me to find you. not you’re wife. and firstly I didn’t know she was your wife until I did a slight snooping in the house and through her background check”, damian’s fist grips the jewelry smoothly putting them in his pocket.

that little shit.

his booming footsteps move to damian who stood his ground, “and yet joker is now after her. why?”.

damian shrugged his smaller broad shoulders unknown to the reason. “that is something we all have to discuss with father. I suggest you tell him who she is to you. father doesn’t like secrets”, damian raised an amused grin letting it fall after. jason really wants to strangle him now.

he, himself could feel a headache coming in. great now both him and his wife could be twins with headaches. his breathes frustrated through his nose with his mouth scrunched up, “okay..”, jason whispers. shoving his cell phone roughly to damian’s chest, he walks over to the bedroom door grasping the handle. “you call the contact name john. tell him ill send in the money today. call bruce and say we’ll be there this evening”, jason explains already opening the door. damian felt his eye twitch of being ‘bossed’ around even though he shouldn’t. he is thirteen almost fourteen for goodness sake. he was practically a man. rolling his eyes, he opens jason’s phone going through his contacts. “why do I always have to do it myself?”, he mutters annoyed under his breath.

laying on the cold morning bed was y/n who sprawled out like a star fish on both sides of the bed. only the side of her side was turned to her right for some air. she slept peacefully. only for her eyes to open when she heard the bedroom door open. ginger laid next to y/n with saddened eyes. walking in the room, jason sadly smiled at the sight of his wife and ginger cuddled up. he shuts the door carefully pacing himself to the bed. sitting on the edge of the bed since that was the only space y/n gave him.

y/n peeks from her one eye to see jason looking at her with a small smile. “hey baby, how you feeling?”, he asks her with whispered words. his hand rubs the back of her leg.

a rumbled groan in response to her husband who stifled a little laugh. “like poop. are we going?”, y/n asks him lazily lifting herself up by her elbows. “yea just need to pack some stuff than we leave”, about to get up to go inside the bathroom and closet y/n already had beat him to it with different duffel bags and luggage sitting by the bathroom door. “already did. now come on before more of those circus clown assholes comes back”, y/n says groggily.

shifting from the bed her legs swung over to the edge. now wearing a pair of jason’s favorite victoria secret leggings and an oversized black sweater with her hair thrown in a ponytail. she waddles tiredly to the door with ginger who quickly runs over to her side not giving jason a chance to say anything. deciding to go along with his wife’s choice, an long exasperated “alright..” carrying the large bags over.

“uh fuck that”, y/n says with a hint of sarcasm.

she looked at jason with fake amusement, her eyes open at the plan her husband just told her in the car. jason huffed at his wife’s attitude. damian was in the back with ginger who looked rather excited to be in the car. the pup loves car-rides. the young boy watches, back and forth as the two argued. “we don’t have anywhere else to go y/n”, jason says tiredly turning the steering wheel.

“so we can’t go to the safehouse?” “no, they might of found it by now”

y/n smacks her face harshly, her hand slides down from her eye down to her cheek feeling agitated. “so you want us, as me and you, to go to the Wayne manor and what tell them ‘hey bruce just letting you know I have a wife I never told you about. sorry bruce next time I’ll invite you for a real wedding’”, she says with a mocking jason’s deep voice.

jason snorted hearing her with a fake man voice. “more like we will invite alfred fo the quote on quote ‘real’ wedding babe”.

“may I ask why you chose not to tell us todd? im sure everyone would of been delighted to hear you settled down and not chose a tramp as a bride”, damian practically and almost innocently asks jason from the back seat. y/n perks up hearing the word ‘tramp’, her eyebrows furrowed before slowly turning to damian with an lively smile. “tramp? oh thank you damian for not thinking of me as such”, y/n thanked her brother in-law with her hand pressed against her heart.

the said brother-in-law lifted his eyebrow giving a curt nod not sensing the joke in her thankfulness. “oh you’re quite welcome l/n. unlike artemis, you are more well mannered and aren’t as barbaric as she is”, he bluntly says slow blinking at her.

y/n’s smile drops at an unknown name she wasn’t as familiar with expect only when jason would mention him and the outlaws.

feeling himself freeze as he drove…jason cringed. he could feel y/n’s head slowly turn to him like those creepy dolls. her heated glare had daggers stabbing him. y/n crossed her arms, leaning back against the seat. her eyebrows furrowed as she death stared at him.

ginger stopped looking at the window and at her mom who flared angrily at her dad. smelling the anger and the fear radiating off the two of them. the cute pup grumbled sounding like an ‘uh oh’. she knows that anger. the same one whenever she does something she isn’t supposed to. the dog scoots further next to damian who watched with a slight smirk.

the car stops at a red light in the busy city of gotham. citizens walk by and cabs speed past. you can feel the different types of air between open parts of gotham and with the city. jason taps his finger against the leather wheel, from the corner of his eye he could see an angry wife glaring at him. he turns his head to only jump at the sight. y/n slowly moved towards jason in her seat. “who is this Artemis, again jason? last time I remembered you said she was a co-worker”.

oh yea he’s fucked.

WAYNE MANOR, was fucking huge. it was the biggest house she has been to. and it was her father in-laws. she stands next to ginger, her fingers gripping the collar gently but played with the fabric. the front door was right there. getting out of the car was jason and damian would argued quietly. not quiet enough for y/n who could hear them bicker. “this is such a bad idea…”, she mumbled.

“it’s not a bad idea. you’re just scared to meet batman himself”, jason comes up from behind her. his hand resting itself on her hip pulling her along. y/n made a hesitant sound mixed with a fake laugh. “well when you know that batman is bruce wayne you practically share a family secret making me MORE a target”, she grits her teeth at jason with a fake smile. now moving up to the steps leading to the front door y/n feels more anxiously. her nails dug into jason’s arm.

before jason could even knock on the door, it opened itself. revealing the grandfather figure for jason, ALFRED PENNYWORTH. there was many times her husband would talk fondly about alfred. saying he was the most kindest, wisest man he ever knew. having a short amount of time with him was the best part along with bruce. even though till later on jason never went back to see them again. when he was full of anger and resentment. you could say now he was better. the same stoic look y/n always imagined him having, alfred looked down at y/n and jason with his hands behind his back.

“ah, master jason. it’s a pleasure to see you again after these past couple of days”, alfred greets him.

his full attention onto y/n who waved at him awkwardly and shrunk under his stoic look. “ah, and who might you be”, alfred asks her. immediately y/n cringed remembering that no one knows who she is at all. about to answer, damian pops up from behind them. “pennyworth”, the young boy greets the butler.

“ah there you are master damian. glad to see you have found master jason. do come in, i hope you three haven’t had any lunch yet”, he says leading all of them inside the huge manor.

and inside the insanely humongous manor, everything was so neat. and nice. and well expensive looking. ‘I’m too broke for this’, y/n thought inside of her head just by looking at everything. “I would assume you have your belongings are still in the car?”, alfred turns his body over with a whitened eyebrow raised.

“yea actually, and heads up alfie there’s a dude in the trunk. set him up for interrogation”, jason says taking off his leather jacket that was now folded than setting it down gently on the couch. not questioning the last of his sentence, alfred nods. what sounds like incoming voices from the left of the center of the manor, jason turned his head seeing it was dick and bruce who were conversing with low voices. “that is a big ass staircase”, he could hear y/n whisper to him pointing at the polished stairs in front of them.

approaching the room dick speaks with a hushed tone and moving his hands dramatically. all the while bruce stayed quiet listening to his eldest son talk. stopping in his tracks, bruce sees the same woman who’s face was plastered on the building last night made by the joker. “like why this- what?”, dick asks. quick to follow his stare, dick jumps up seeing jason and the woman with a dog by her side.

and damian would walked around the two before leaning off to the kitchen.

“jay! where you been? you get my texts?”, dick stride over to where jason stood. his hands moving up and down as dick questions him further on his whereabouts. the taller man closes his eyes, already just wanting to get to the problem here. “I sent like a crap ton of messages! and who is this”, finally knowledge that she was right there looking at one of her brother in-laws she had yet to meet till now.

“I would second that”, bruce says walking next to dick staring down at y/n who slightly cowered under him.

oh, god i feel like throwing up again… y/n could feel bile once again creeping up. she didn’t even eat so the possibility of her vomiting again was a 50/50. her hand subconsciously lands on her stomach rubbing it as she huffs her cheeks a bit. noticing this, jason picks her up in his arms fully. “babe?”, he asks her worriedly. y/n groaned softly waving him off. shit. jason immediately leads his wife away from everybody in seeing his wife overwhelmed. “okay let’s go to the kitchen, I got you”, he whispers into her ear. heading straight to the kitchen, ginger whined pawing at y/n’s leg. dick, alfred and bruce trailed behind the two of them.

jason carefully placed y/n beside the sink quickly turning it watching as the water flows. beside the sink was a dishes rack, a clean tall glass sitting there. he grabs before putting it under the sink water, waiting for the water to fill up the glass. pushing down the sink handle, jason hands her the water. y/n leans back with a disgusted look on her face. “from the sink really?”, she asks him.

his face deadpans at her comment, “drink the damn water”.

sighing she takes the water in her hands taking a slow long sip. feeling slightly better than earlier.

dick looking more confused than ever in seeing the interaction, he asks the million dollar question “so are you not going to tell us who she is or can I guess?”. jason glares at dick who raised up his hand in defense.

jason exhales, his hand back to rubbing y/n’s back knowing it sort of helps her. without looking at them he says, “she’s my wife”.

what sounded like a pin drop, dick had his mouth open in shock. bruce just had his arms crossed with an single eyebrow raised at jason. alfred looked a little surprised if he would say so himself. whether or not to believe it they never seen jason look more serious. especially displaying affection towards his said wife who was gulping down on sink water. they could see the wedding ring adorning her finger.

dick stuttered before huffing with a slight shocked chuckle, he turns his head towards bruce still had a cold look before turning towards y/n and jason. “I- you- welcome to the family?”, dick greets y/n with a timid smile.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi my loves! here is chapter three! I hope you all enjoy this! and huge thank you to everyone who has grown to love this. big smooch to you my loves! stay safe and chapter four will be on it’s way!

BINX

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?

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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 || JASON TODD X WIFE!READER

MASTERLIST || CHAPTER SIX: BANANA CHIPS & RED MESSAGES

SUMMARY: spending the night out on patrol with his family was not on his list of tonight. on the look out for joker’s next move, jason comes to find no where is safe for his wife.

PAIRING: JASON TODD X FEM!READER,

MENTION: VIOLENCE, DEATH OF AN MINOR OC, EXPLOSIONS, PANIC ATTACKS, BLOOD, KIDS BEING KIDS, PREGNANCY CRAVINGS, BREAKING IN, ALMOST ATTEMPTED MURDER.

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PERFECT-TIMING FOR YOU AND I.

WHAT IF I TELL YOU HE CREATED A PERFECT DISTRACTION?

TOO BAD HE’S FAR AWAY FROM YOU.

“…absolutely not”, JASON hissed at DICK through the comms. 

RIGHT NOW, the two of them were beating the absolute shit out of the thugs that wanted to harm an mother and a daughter. well more like jason was. luckily they were there. and meanwhile they were arguing mid way into the fighting, jason could see in the corner of his eye the huddled mom and kid. it made his heart ache a little. imaging if that was y/n and- nevermind. all this ‘baby talk’ made him feel more timid. about everything. “come on red, you have to remake the wedding for me! I can be your best man”, dick dressed as NIGHTWING reasons with jason. the older brother hits the thug by the escrima sticks causing a grunt to come out of the thug. 

“no, arsenal would be the best man..”jason admits throwing a random pipe at the running man. 

almost comically falling face first on the cold wet alleyway floor, a loud ‘Aah!’ comes out from his mouth. jason grinned at the funny sight. until it fell hearing dick protest with an dramatic yell. “what?! and not me? that’s on another level of disrespect”, dick had objected. jason already knows he’s going to bother him all night and day. the previous conversation was of how dick would of wanted to be at the wedding, cheering on his baby brother for getting married. rolling his eyes under the helmet jason looked around for more thugs to knock out. relaxing to realize that all of them were unconscious. leaving dick to fight off the last one by himself. 

on the ground in between the two vigilantes and the mother, was a small brown teddy bear. instead of fluffy coat it developed to be wet and floppy. absorbing the water from the ground. gross. jason looked up to see the still frightened mother who stepped forward shaking. tears in her brown eyes as mascara falls from her cheeks, she looks at both nightwing and red hood watching as dick punches the last thug. “t-thank you. thank you so much”, the woman sniffled holding onto her daughters hand. she was grateful for the such kindness of the two masked men. dick placed his sticks on his back feeling them attached themselves.

”of course ma’am, are you injured?”, jason rolled his eyes at dick’s voice. it was sounding to proud and boyish almost like superman’s voice. 

even the golden boy couldn’t help but stand like he always does with that stupid stance of his. catching his eyes was the little girl that wore a pink jacket, the hood pulled over her small head as she looked up at jason with no fear but curiosity. jason looked down at the puddle where the teddy bear laid helplessly. bending down he picks it up by it’s shoulder. it felt wet in his hands as he held it. growing up, jason didn’t have any toys. too poor to have any and cause his mom or dad wouldn’t buy him any. not like he really had a problem with it. he remembers he would always make his own toys out of anything he could find whenever he wasn’t taking care of his mom. 

now with his current life with y/n, he could live his childhood through his kid. it sounded crazy saying that. his kid. a life he created. 

jason wished many times before he didn’t want to be alive again. but he quickly stopped when he met y/n. he has two purposes to keep living on. for them. 

squatting down to the height of the little girl’s jason held out the teddy bear. “here”, he spoke softly. hesitate, the little girl looked at jason’s hand holding her stuffed animal. she looks up at her mother who watched the interaction with a watery smile. her mother soothed a hand on her covered head, “it’s okay charlotte. go ahead”. and than, ‘Charlotte’ waddles over to jason wearing a pair of rain boots. cute. approaching the huge man her smaller hand grabs onto her precious bear, even though it was wet she hugged it close to her chest. she looked up at him with the biggest pair of eyes he’s seen. “thank you”, she mumbled out her thanks still clutching on the animal. if he wasn’t wearing his helmet, everyone would see the large smile he had on his face. he gives her a nod before standing up tall looming over the girl.

”anytime kid, you two need an escort or” “no no we live right up ahead. thank you so much”, the woman places a hand on her heart still in awe and calming down. an assured nod from red hood till he stopped to look down at the little girl who still looked up at him with beaming eyes. 

jason gave her one last look before walking out of the alleyway purposefully stepping on a thug’s back. a grunt made him kick him on the side in exchange. “of course, if you need anything else don’t hesitate to call the cops if the-“ dick says getting cutting by jason who harshly grabbed the back of his suit. “-what? wait red, let me, LET GO!”, he yells out dramatically while being dragged by jason. 

STARIN’ down at the gladden city from the edge of the building. beside jason was his favorite gargoyle, the one he always sits next to when he’s looking out at the city waiting for something to happen. it was the same one jason would be seated to when he was robin. he always said it gave him comfort after the times him and bruce would argue. and it still is his favorite. also because it was the biggest one. man, jason almost regret not taking y/n up here knowing she would love this view. 

behind his helmet pops up a signal and an incoming call from ‘MISS AMERICAN PIE’, jason was quick to assume something was wrong. “answer”, he demanded. the call was quick to transfer him to the recording line. “baby? what’s wrong?”, jason asked standing up tall on the ledge of the building ready to jump off and back to the MANOR. on the other line y/n was quiet with a few rustling sounds. 

“nothing, just wanted to call you baby”, y/n finally spoke sounding like her mouth was full. he could hear the slight crunching what could be chips or a type of snack. 

jason remember that it was rather late here in GOTHAM, almost three a.m. meaning y/n would of been awake. and awake she is. relaxing, his shoulders slouch. he leans against the actual building wanting to hear more of her voice. closing his baby blues under the helmet all he could think of was y/n. “how you feeling?”, jason question his wife who happily munched on a few snacks she may or may not stolen from the pantry. “eating”, y/n stated nonchalantly shoving a few more chips in her mouth. a deep chuckle at his wife’s simple words. normally whenever y/n called him when’s out for a couple of weeks nor months, they would have long talks. planning out things to do with each other once he came home, how his family was or how his day went. the last one was the least his favorite. but unlike now, she was just ‘chilling’ which eased jason’s mind. 

“and what are you eating there gorgeous”, jason tried to sound as charming with a cheeky smile.

hearing his wife giggle behind the phone, y/n pops a few more chips in her mouth. the sound of a dog tag clinking, ginger was there. “someone’s chips I stole, ginger’s here too”, she said. a little grumble comes from the sleepily puppy begging for a crumb of the chip. sneaking in a few chips, jason could hear ginger lick her chompers at the barbecue taste. “how’s patrol going?”, he could hear himself sigh at the question. it was, alright? boring? no lead on joker’s whereabouts. dick had sent himself out to find something while jason stayed on the building. “it’s going, fine…”.

”just fine or just boring?”, a smile she probably had on her face right now. “both? is that bad?”, his turn to ask her a question. 

y/n chuckled softly through the phone. she always loved phone calls with her husband. “nope,” she said with a slight pop at the end of the ‘p’. being on house arrest wasn’t something she would fight on. she does stay home all day and night and only goes out when she wants to. the silence between them as they stayed on the line. y/n could tell how much all of this is stressing out jason. though she wanted to know the updates with the ‘joker’ situation. maybe will try and help jason take down the son of a bitch. “you find anything on him?”, the highlighted word really let jason know who she was talking about. not really bothering to use his name, knowing it’ll make jason uncomfortable just by thinking about him. jason stayed quiet on the line for a couple of seconds biting his lip. “no”, he responded.

the line went silent once more. 

“we’ll find something jay”, y/n tried to sound positive. someone has to be the one to be optimistic here. 

and of course jason was the one that had to look at the negative outcomes. meaning he was being a ‘negative nancy’ is what y/n or dick would say to him. jason bites his lip a little harder drawing some blood, the familiar taste of metallic entered his mouth. “hopefully tonight we will. I’m not waiting any longer”, jason said sounded angrily and impatient. 

“and we won’t”.

”if it does than that means the longer you’re life is in danger”

she sighs knowing that jason was right. if no one acts now, potentially y/n will end up dead sooner than later. 

“no need for a reminder please”, y/n spoke jokingly to lighten the mood. an expected answer of silence from jason as he did not find this funny. quietening down y/n could feel jason clenching jaw grinding his teeth in thought. “jay”, she sang calling to him. “if you keep making that face you’ll just keep grinding your teeth”, his wife giggled hearing a smile start forming on her pretty lips. 

stopping his jaw mid way sentence jason fixes it. “I was not grinding my teeth”, he lied not giving into the teasing. 

“oh definitely not grinding your teeth. cause if you were, you already know I’ll just grab your jaw to stop you”, y/n states. a light gulp sound comes from the speakers from his helmet. the same grin on his face knowing that she gets hungry during later in the night. a habit she always had when she was a kid. “last time you almost punched me babe”, jason jokes about a memory the time she almost did in fact punch him when he was asleep while grinding his teeth waking y/n up. 

suddenly a loud BOOM! shakes the city almost making jason fall over down to the air. he holds onto the building to steady himself carefully, “what the fuck?”. up north ahead was a smaller building that had exploded with shattered glass spreading dangerously in the air. cars honking and tires swirling along of terrified screams rang down below. “what? what happened?”, he heard y/n ask him worriedly. definitely going to have to call her later. “sorry babe duty calls. I’ll be home soon, don’t wait up for me”, jason says apologetic with seriousness. pressing a leather finger on the side of his helmet jason ends the call unexpectedly not hearing y/n say goodbye. he grabs his grappling hook before shooting it at a nearby building. pressing the button and off jason leaves his comfort place. swooshing through the air another incoming call flashes through his screen. 

INCOMING CALL : DICKHEAD.

jason muttered “answer” in the mouth piece. the call switched over to hear dick’s voice breathing heavily in a panick like state. “jay!”, he yells out to him. a grunt along of curses on the line. he was fighting someone. “where are you? you might wanna see this. im by the nearby-“ “I know I saw. I’ll be there in two”, jason smoothly responses jumping through rooftop buildings. the call ends abruptly by dick who was rather busy fighting whatever goon it was. please let it be something, he says to himself. wanting to see what could lead the way in finding the joker before he finds his wife. 

for all he knows, for what everyone knows why his wife specifically.

an innocent bystander who just lives her life normally. no criminal record. hates the smell of strong candles from bath and body works. and has a sensory issue when it comes to feeling carpet that hasn’t been vacuumed. 

his wife was just a normal person. so why would the man who murdered him want her for? 

jason rasped speeding through the buildings already feeling the adrenaline pumping through his body. he looks down as he ran, seeing the familiar clown masks coming out of the building with guns in their hands. a few hostages being thrown around. stopping at the nearest building jason watches what the henchmen were doing. mostly consist of yelling at hostages and insulting each other waving around the heavy AK-47 like it wouldn’t set off. 

he looks up at the destroyed building looking for any sign of dick. only to see nothing but building remains. where the hell was he? 

“shut up! if you don’t say quiet about boss’ shit than we’re all ducking dead”, one of the goons says wearing a full on clown costume with blood stains at the bottom of his pants. a white glove finger pokes at another masked man who protested angrily smacking that finger. “not like he can fucking hear us dipshit”, he says waving around the gun in the air looking around mentioning joker. that perked up jason’s interest. another goon that knows where he is. perfect. he grabs his gun from his holster to shoot the goon with the gun in the air. the bullet shoots through that air causing the gun to fall on the floor with a clank. the goon screamed in agony clutching his leaking arm. “shit! it’s red hood!”, the clown-wearer panics grabbing the shot henchman dragging him back inside the destroyed building leaving the terrified hostages on the street.

already taking a leap into the air, jason grapples his hook to the lower floor. he ducks and rolls breaking his fall. the floor was completely empty. only a few desks and tables were ruined from the explosion. it was quiet. too quiet that is. no one was up here. carefully, jason creeps forward to the door with his gun aimed at incoming passers. where the hell is dick at? he has to be here. 

jason moves to various different empty rooms to find nothing but destroyed furniture and paper work fallen on the floors. something was right about this. he could feel it. light on his footsteps jason sees one last room he still hasn’t taken a look at yet. the crunch of his boots stepping on broken glass he could feel his heart pounding heavily. it couldn’t stop fucking beating like that. the rack of nerves, the twist in his stomach felt like he was going to throw up. swallowing down with a low gulp, jason swiftly turns to the room with his gun in front of him. his eyes scan the room for any henchmen or signs of dick around. they widen at the unexpected foreseeing sight of a dead woman…

she laid there motionless with her limbs placed neatly and planned. her hands were over her stomach along with her legs and feet laid together. a stiff position. reminding him of when Snow White was laid in her clear casket by the dwarves. but what really terrified him was the way her mouth was carved into a stretched smile. it was bloodied running down her cheeks and chin, onto her white blouse. her eyes were opened staring back at the dusted ceiling. already dried tears dropped from her eyes. candles were around her form as she laid there.

stepping forward, jason breathed raggedly. he inched closer to the cold woman. the candles were bright in the room. as he examined her up closely this time, he could see she was young…

she looked to be the same age as y/n…

he could never image that was her. the very thought made his stomach knot. as he looked down at the poor woman, he couldn’t help but feel guilt. she would of been alive if he was here on time. what if he- no. no he can’t think like that. especially when it comes to y/n. 

lifting up his metal covered head he looks over to the wall, turning his head once more only for it to turn back to the wall not expecting the red painted words in bold. jason turns his whole body to face the wall. under his helmet his eyebrows pinched together a little stretch in between. stepping back in the room as he read the words, the last word made his whole body jump. his back hits the other side harshly. a breath of air escapes him. 

‘LOOKS LIKE MISS AMERICAN PIE IS FINALLY HOME? YOU KNOW I LOVE SURPRISES BABY BIRD. SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE WOULD HAVE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SMILE. YOU WOULDN’T MIND, WOULD YOU JAY? ‘

and right next to the blood painted words was a joker card.. the same one that was left on jason’s kitchen counter couple night ago when y/n was attacked. he could feel his breathing pick up. jason could hear his heart pounding faster than ever. his hand reaches up and clutches his chest. ‘oh fuck, oh fuck’. 

he couldn’t control his breathing anymore. 

too focused on his panic attack, a light patter of footsteps comes out from the floor building. dick, running through the rooms in search of any oncoming henchman. his head and eyes ready to search every room until it lands on finding jason. dick stops on his tracks, “red?”. 

now, in the room dick’s sky blue eyes examined the very room. he comes across the deceased woman laying about six feet away from jason. the only thing that caught dick’s attention was the large carved smile on her face. “shit…”, he mutters under his breath. dick presses a finger against his ear calling in the comm link. “bats, we got…something. im sending you my location”, dick says limply putting his arm down. he presses forward into the room to come face to face with the same handwriting dick saw before nights ago. reading the message carefully, dick clenched his fist. the threat was loud and clear enough for jason. 

dick turned his attention to jason who’s breathing was starting to slow. his lips pursed, jaw clenching. he couldn’t help but feel distraught for his brother. all this was too much for jason to handle. and what dick could do was be there for him and make sure joker doesn’t go as far as to be near to y/n. but what seems like the clown already knows too much. 

the polished floor of the manor’s kitchen kissed coldly against her back thighs, y/n sat on the floor munching on some snacks she had taken out of the pantries with the pup by her side. in her hand was her cellphone watching YouTube videos on jewelry making. she really wants to make some necklaces right now. y/n had orders to fulfill and yet here she is in her in-laws sitting on the floor eating like a gremlin. popping a piece of dried bananas in her mouth, a loud crunch as she bites down on the piece. the flavor of heavy sugary coated banana tingles as she tastes the fruit. 

‘this baby is really getting some good stuff right now’.

for the last couple hours jason had gone on patrol allowing y/n to have some ‘alone’ time by herself. which means to mope and stare at nothing lost in her own world. that was until she wanted a little snack. “help yourself miss y/n” is what ALFRED said to her before he left to go down to the BATCAVE. and help herself she did. 

Alfred, for sure, knows the kind of snacks the children want in the household along of healthy homemade snacks. saying it was required to eat something to boost the vigilantes’ health. “and now we are just going to-“, the video tutorial says showing a woman’s hand holding different beads and pendants. these type of videos help y/n whenever she ran out of inspiration for her shop. even her anxiety due to the fact her equipment was back home, untouched and waiting for her. she’s going to apologize to her customers and make sure to give them a free gift with the delay. y/n sighs stuffing more banana chips in her mouth. they were rather good, not the ones that hurt her teeth when the chip is too hard to chew on.

GINGER whined staring up at y/n with big puppy dog eyes, begging just for a nimble of the treat. bananas were her favorite. y/n turned her head down to see ginger, she giggled quietly shaking her head. “no ging, I’m sorry but these aren’t regular bananas”, she apologized placing a gentle hand on the back of her head. her fingernails scratched the pup’s fur making her heteroachroma eyes close at the touch. leaning her head up to increase the head scratches, ginger grumble in relaxation. “good ginger”, y/n coos at her ignoring the banana chips. a few chips fall out of the bag turning y/n’s attention again. “oh shit”, she hisses grabbing the fallen pieces placing them in the palm of her hand.

y/n stared at the fruit in her palms, a frown on her face at the wasted chips. 

no one’s around. realizing that she was completely alone expect the pleading pup, y/n shrugged her shoulders with a pout. “ahh what the heck”, she says throwing the bananas into her mouth. ‘mm dirty bananas’. 

a satisfied crunch and swallow with the corner of her eye she could see ginger side eyeing her, both y/n and ginger stare at each other. “don’t judge me…”, she mumbled to the pup. 

“miss y/n”, a voice is heard by the doorway. y/n jumped frightened at the suddenness. she places a hand on her heart looking up at the butler who stood with amusement on his face. “oh my- you scared me”, she states taking a breather from the jumpscare. the corners of his lips quirk up into a smile. “I dearly apologize miss. just come to check up on you is all”, he says walking into the kitchen and around ginger’s form. 

“let me guess, jason had you check up on me?”, y/n sits up on the floor placing the bag of banana chips farther away from her. knowingly that alfred had spotted them by her side. “not quite. seen as I believe you haven’t been feeling the best, I thought it would be better to check on you myself. how are you feeling?”.

her eyebrows furrowed, alfred came to check up on me? though y/n had only heard the greatest things about the grandfather figure and just now gotten to meet him, she couldn’t help it with the fact he was content on seeing if she was alright. bruce had yet to directly speak to her except for dick. for tim, he was lost in his own world. and that fact they are family ever since she married jason, she felt more awkward than ever. “oh..well I’m alright, thank you alfred”, y/n thanks the older man who gave her a curt nod.

if there is anything you would prefer I make or provide you assistance, don’t hesitate to notify me”, alfred spins on the heel of his polished shoe disappearing away from the kitchen. 

y/n felt refreshed to see someone other than jason to at least the slightest bit of care. with no any contact with her parents due to their relationship with their daughter, it tends to get lonely. the click of alfred’s shoes goes further and further away, y/n sighed looking down at ginger near on her lap. once again running a hand through her neatly coated fur soothing the pup. a loud DING echoes in the empty kitchen. her head turns down onto her lap to see the notification from her phone. 

           GOTHAM NEWS: SUDDEN EXPLOSION, TEN HOSTAGES HELD BY JOKERS MEN. RED HOOD AND NIGHTWING SPOTTED.

‘what?’ clumsily grabbing her phone as it almost slipped from her hands, y/n was quick to open her phone and onto the news outlet online. she scrolled through the article reading on the update on what’s happening to the city while her husband was out there doing who knows what. the explosion was sudden. it captured jason and dick’s attention pretty easily. and seeing it was joker’s doing it was quite clear on who he wanted to come and see the destruction. deep within her gut, she felt the anxiety creeping up. trying to soothe herself by taking deep breaths and using one hand to caress ginger’s fur, it didn’t much as so help her. that psycho still wanted jason’s eyes on him just like bruce’s as batman. and that’s what scares her the most. worried for jason. 

scrolling and scanning the article made by one of the daily reporters in Gotham, there was video attached at the very bottom. the thumbnail showed Red Hood jumping off from the destroyed window. slowly, y/n pressed on the play button. the noise coming from the video echoes from her phone.

a reporter appeared in the very beginning of the video, microphone in hand as her painted red lips moved introducing herself. the news headline caught her attention, ‘JOKER HELD TEN HOSTAGE, ONE DEAD’.

”reporting live, an sudden explosion just west of Gotham has caused disturbance to the residents as ten hostages were being held by the recently escaped criminal known as the joker. joker has been last seen months prior after his escape from ARKHAM ASLUYM. with his recent activity more and more citizens have ended up disappearing or have turned up dead at the scene. one woman from this building has tragically been murdered by what looks like the joker’s doing. more details have yet to come out from police nor our city’s heroes, Nightwing and Red Hood-“

the video has come to a quick pause. y/n could see the outcome of the explosion alongside frightened citizens that have been rescued and taken in by ambulances and police. while the camera caught her husband leaving the scene, it was quick to pan to dick who was speaking to police. even with his mask, she could see her brother-in-law was distressed. joker, had gotten away once more. and one person ended up dead. putting the pieces of her husband’s sudden leave normally it would be due to him not wanting to speak to the cops, something like this would happen..someone turned up dead and he would come home disappointed with himself and wouldn’t sleep for two days because of the guilt he felt.

the screen turns to black, y/n carefully uses her feet and hands to push herself off the floor purposely awakening ginger while she was at it. unconsciously y/n placed a hand on her stomach trying to balance herself out while gripping the counter. she grunts stretching her limbs out from the long snacking on the floor. it would be better for her to end upstairs in case jason comes in. knowing that her husband had a night that made him upset just like the other nights before. 

with her slippery slippers on y/n walks away from kitchen not before taking the banana chips in her hands, to snack on later. 

ginger trotted next to her sleepily. once the two reached jason’s childhood bedroom, y/n could smell jason’s cologne that still lingered deep in the room. she took a breath to take in the scent. always loving how he smelt, jason always took care of himself. and every time he would be gone y/n always loved smelling his sweaters. his smell brought her the comfort she needed. 

her lips quirked up into a grin as she stared at the screen. he looked peaceful in his sleep. it was one of those rare moments him and y/n could just be a ‘normal’ husband and wife. and it let y/n enjoy it before jason would leave. 

quick to go on her contacts to message jason, y/n typed an reassuring quick message before heading to bed in case he doesn’t show up till morning. 

MISS AMERICAN PIE

hey baby, just checking on you. I saw the news…I hope you’re safe. I’ll be upstairs once you’re home. I love you.

the wind breezes brushes against his leather caramel jacket, jason perched against the ledge of an apartment buildings roof. the red helmet long forgotten laying on the ground next to a puddle of water. his gloved hands were tugging deep at his roots almost pulling too rough. by now if he wanted to, he would look like a ruined barbie doll with only a few strands of hair left. tears pooled underneath his domino mask. he couldn’t stop them if he wanted. why couldn’t he just stop? 

jason tugged more harshly on his hair, till he could almost hear his wife’s voice telling him to stop tugging on his beautiful hair. and so, he let go of them. the hot pain on his scalp lessened more and more once the harsh hold was gone. 

his domino mask was already damped, some of the build up of the tears leaked out from underneath. his nose was stuffed to the brim. he should really carry some tissues some day. as much as he wanted to take off his mask, it was high risk of someone seeing him without it and will say ‘HA I KNOW YOU’RE IDENTITY’ and he would be absolutely fucked. back there, it was…something. seeing that woman, made him think of his own pain the joker had put him through. and she suffered the same fate he did before. the only difference was he was still alive against his will. the worst part, she was the same age range as his wife. for a moment he almost saw y/n taking the woman’s place. bloodied smile carved into her own beautiful face. he just didn’t want to imagine it. but he couldn’t stop. 

with his state of distress, he just knows y/n would question him and if he didn’t want to say what happened tonight, she’ll just silently cuddle with him. letting jason breathe and not force himself to talk about anything. that’s one of the best parts of his wife. she was patient and gentle with him when he felt the most vulnerable. ‘go, I’ll handle everything else red’, is what dick told him after trying to calm down jason which failed seeing reporters and cops coming in before jason left through the shattered windows to escape onto an apartment rooftop.

and here he was, crying all because he saw another impacted threat against him and his wife. and an possible future outcome of his own wife’s future. why did it have to be this way? jason would do anything to leave with y/n by his side. maybe live on the countryside of some European country or live in metropolis. but y/n knows how much Gotham means to him, in doing so she would refuse to leave home. 

unknowingly to jason as he dried up his tears and the pit in his stomach was a little boy behind him. the small child’s frame stood with baggy clothing of a red sweater along black sweatpants. a shaggy tuff of brunette hair sat on his head. with a small tilt of his head he curiously looked at the vigilante that still had yet to notice him. playing with the sleeves of his rather large sweater, the kid steps forward towards jason. 

the muscular man that sat on the ledge of the roof still sat faced at the other buildings in front of the apartment. distracted with his own, the kid around to see jason’s masked face. and out of nowhere he spoke curiously, “why are you crying?”. this scared the hell out of the infamous Red Hood. a little kid no older than five scared him. a quick turn of his head jason could see him. 

“what?”, jason asked the boy. using his sleeve of his jacket to wipe at the fallen tears and his nose, that he will wash later, jason turned his entire body towards him. 

“why are you crying?”, the boy asks again stepping forward to jason. he wasn’t scared. after all he seems to not know who he is yet. 

he never felt more unsure of what to say to a toddler that caught him crying and having a crisis in the middle of the night. jason furrowed his eyebrow clearing his throat from any mucus that had settled in. “just having a tough night kid”, he tried to deepen his voice. from the corner of his eye he could see his helmet laying there, looking at him for a cry of ‘well come and get me!’. jason never felt more exposed than ever. except the time he revealed who he was to y/n. and of course when first came to Gotham to try and get to Bruce. but this is different, kids could easily reveal identities with a point of their finger. 

“why?”, the response was purely innocent. definitely far from being purposely annoying. 

a watery chuckle leaves from jason’s mouth along a small smile. “just saw something scary i guess”, he says swinging this legs over to touch the concrete floor of the roof. once he stood up, the boy backs away from him not noticing before how tall the stranger was in front of him. hazel eyes scan jason’s form as he looked in awe of the height, “you’re tall…”. 

it reminded him when jason first met bruce in the alleyway stealing the bat mobile tires. he wasn’t scared of THE Batman at all. but will always remember how much of a pipe squeak he was at the time. “and you’re short…” a offended look creases on the kid’s face thinking it was an insult while it wasn’t. jason was simply stating the obvious as he did the same. “I am not!”, he crossed his arms together glaring up at jason.

“sure you aren’t kid”, jason teases reaching forward to ruffle up the boy’s already messy hair. letting out a whine in protest at the vigilantes playfulness, stomping on his boots he walks over to where he carelessly threw his helmet on the ground. picking it up, jason slides it on his head feeling the coldness it had sucked up earlier. a small gasp is heard just behind him where the kid stood. “you-you’re red hood!”, he blurts excitedly looking up at him with a wide smile. a few teeth were missing along the front tooth. 

it always wondered to him why kids weren’t as scared of him. sure, he helps the homeless. orphanages. street kids. always beating up the ‘bad’ people. but jason always felt kids would of feared him and looked at him like how others looked at joker. children saw red hood as a hero to them. and it always warmed his heart knowing he wasn’t a monster…he never was. under his helmet jason’s smile quirked up at the boy’s excitement. “I am…”.

there was a loud ringing that pierced jason’s ear drums, countless calls and text messages from everyone. 

jason froze in his spot as he read over the messages.

DICKIE

jay where are you

BRUCE

you need to get here now. 

DAMIAN

joke-

                          INCOMING CALL: DICKIE

before he could read damian’s text message which he found alarming as he barely gets any calls or responses from the pre-teen himself, dick’s caller i.d. pops up. “answer”, he demanded. 

“jason, where the hell have you been?”, dick says. he noticed that he sounded…defeated. anxious. and that made jason panic. 

“what? what happened?”, he questioned his older brother. 

on the other end of the line, dick was quiet. he could hear the deep breaths alongside of other people muttering in the back. jason felt the panic and anxiety crawling up inside of him just like moments ago. “dick! answer me, what the hell happened?”, jason yells through the call completing forgetting the kid that looked at him with wide eyes. dick didn’t know how else to tell him. whether it be stalling more and more or yell at him to get his ass back to the manor.

“I-…she’s gone, jason”. 

with that jason was already back on feet turning to run on his heavy weighted boots. each stomp was loud and rushed. without saying goodbye to the boy who pleaded him “wait! wait!”, jason was dead set on running to the direction to the Manor. it was far. but he was quicker than anything. more determined. he couldn’t shake the feeling as he ran. under his breath he muttered, “nonono”. jason repeated it over and over. his worst nightmare has just happened all because he wasn’t there. deep down he didn’t want it to be true. and yet, with one phone call it was. it had to be. even though he didn’t want it to be. 

UH OH! LOOKS LIKE JOKER GOT YOUR GIRL JASON!

LOOKS LIKE YOU ALL FELL FOR IT. 

LOOKS LIKE HE’LL KEEP HER FOR QUITE SOME TIME. TICK TOK BIRDIE.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi my loves!

sorry for going MIA for a while. I’ve been feeling unmotivated for a bit and only been writing my drafts on another website and using that to place the writing on here so that’s why it’s been taking a while for another chapter. and since July is almost done im going to be moving in august. hopefully by than I have a new phone and laptop. I have started writing that one star in the sky remake only the prologue though. next chapter will be about the attack! but I hope you all enjoy this chapter! let me know if you want to be tagged please!

LOVE,

𝓑𝓲𝓷𝔁 <3

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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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Glimmer: Jason Todd x reader

request: Jason Todd x fem!reader who is optimistic, sees good in people and gives him hugs and kisses when he comes from patrol.

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She never knew it, and even if she did she would totally refuse to believe it, but there was something in her eyes that always made Jason feel better about world and about himself. A bit.

He met Y/N on one of his night patrols and not-so-surprisingly rescued her from a mugger. Typical Gotham occurrence, but unlike any other citizen of this god-forsaken city she did not seem shaken or terrified or even sad.

“How are you so fine with what happened?” instead of taking off the second the robber was dealt with Jason found himself captured by her unusual behavior

“I’m not” she sighed deeply and her e/c orbs focused on him, making him shake inside due to the intensity of the gaze “I’m not all right with how Gotham affects people. That the poor had to go to the great lengths to survive on the streets while crime lords have everything. I’m not fine with the fact that kids here suffer because their parents abandoned them. I hate that GCPD seem helpless when it comes to dealing with all this shit and vigilantes have to take matters in their own hands.”

“So, pretty much you hate Batman?” Jason scoffed, trying to act casually, not showing how touched he was by the mention of kids on the streets. After all, he was one of them many years ago and the memory of what he went through was still hunting him sometimes.

“I never said that!” she laughed. She laughed a few seconds after a traumatic events. “I admire everything he does. But unlike our fierce protector, I’d rather focus on seeing good in people.”

“Good?” Jason scoffed, his helmet muffling the sound a bit “There’s nothing good in this shithole.”

‘Maybe that is your problem, Red. Your aim is to get rid of the crime lords. Arguably by killing them all off….”

“I don’t do that anymore.” He chimed in

“Then hurting them. Injuring them. Making them remember the pain. I’d rather spread the good emotions. Like in the homeless shelter where I volunteer after work. Or at the child center. You should see the smile on those people faces just because you gave them ten minutes of your time. To talk, to actually ask them how they feel, if there’s anything they would like to do. Elders have so many to say, yet no one ever listens. And children, those poor little souls, who did nothing wrong in their life, except for what’s necessary to survive. A hug or a joke is enough to make them cry happy tears.”

“You’re being awfully optimistic, aren’t you?”

“Can’t help being who I am” she smiled so bright, Jason could swear that it lighted up the whole alley “you should try that sometimes, Red Hood. Anyway, sorry for keeping you this long, bet you have another parts of the city to patrol.” Once again her beaming, hopeful, sincere eyes landed on his face (or rather helmet) “thank you for helping me. I know you do not see yourself this way, but what you do matters. The method may be a bit extreme, but still, I appreciate what you did. What you do.”

“I……” Jason stuttered. It was the first time someone actually said something like that to him. Was he really good in her eyes?

“I gotta go.” She shook he head, hair falling all over her face and Jason had to use all his strength to fight the urge to brush those strands of. There was something about this girl…. ”Stay safe, Hood, will you?” she turned around and started walking away, but he called after her, making her stop.

“Can I get your name?!”

“Wonder why that matters to you.” she laughed, but decided in favor of answering “It’s Y/N. My name’s Y/N.”  with a single wave of the hand she was gone, leaving Jason wondering and muttering that single word over and over again.

***

“Hey, Drake. I got a favor to ask.”

“And out of all the people in the world you came to me?” Tim raised an eyebrow “You must be truly desperate, Todd.”

“I can always go and ask Barbara. Bet she’ll deal with the search I need much faster than you. She’s an expert after all.” Jason smirked knowing well enough how the reverse psychology affected Tim.

“Better!? No way!! What do you need?” the younger boy spun around on the chair, now facing the bat computer, fingers hanging over the keyboard, twitching in anticipation.

“I want to find a person. I only got a name, Y/N, possible living location and I know she works at the homeless shelter and kid center. Can you target her?”

“don’t know.” Tim tapped his chin, wondering “Is he a Red Hood’s object of interest or Jason Todd’s one?”

Fuck. There was no good answer to that question and Jason found himself falling right into Tim’s trap. 

“Let’s say a little bit of both.”

“Whatever you say……”

***

Tim was faster than Jason anticipated and with just a few clicks and searches he managed to locate the girl. And just a few minutes later, after breaking some speed limits (Bruce would pay for the tickets obviously) Todd was in front of the building she was spending her evening at.

It’s been a while since Jason seen so many hurt and scared people in one place and that reminded him how much crime actually was in Gotham. He was fighting some part of it, but the rest…. Damn it. The view was just painful. Starting from a few-years old, ending up on the elders, every age group has a representation in this place. And amongst all those citizens he saw Y/N. With messy hair and a smudge of something that seemed like a paint, but was awfully similar to blood she was telling a story to a bunch of kids, one of them placed on her knees. That little dirt on her cheek made Jason shudder. In the depths of his mind he already saw her injured, bleeding in some alley, after being attacked or raped, her optimistic attitude not serving as a shield.  But apparently her positive attitude was not a result of obliviousness and being raised in separation from the bad aspects of life, but rather the opposite. She experienced the sadness and pain everyday while working with those people and yet, remained cheerful. That was….. strangely alluring.

“Hey there.” She put the kid down, noticing him standing in the aisle, looking confused “Are you lost? Are you hurt? Do you need help?” she was so tiny in comparison with a tank Jason was and she wanted to help him. Not even expecting anything in return.  

“No…. I ……”

“Hey, it’s ok.” she reassured, putting a hand on his shoulder and he immediately felt the warmth coming all over his body. “You’re safe here. We can give you any aid you need.”

“I don’t need help. “ Jason shook his head.

“You sure?” she tilted her head “Cause it seems to me like you got a strained muscles, a bruise on the jaw and some cuts on the forearms.”

“You are quite observant, aren’t you?”

“Did my time as a doctor assistant.” She shrugged “never get to finish though”

“Why?”

“Um… you know, typical Gotham stuff. Parents getting shot. No one to help me pay for college…. I had to tend for myself and that required a full time job, not just studying. So I dropped. Became an assistant nurse instead. Shitty job, shitty pay, shitty work hours, but  get to make ends meet.”

“And you still find time to volunteer?”

“Like I said to someone before, I’d rather help people by spreading good. Seriously, can I help you with anything…..?”her voice hanged a bit and it took him a while before realizing she was waiting for hi name.

“I’m Jason. And I …. I think I want to be a volunteer as well.”

***

It’s been three years since then.

Three years in which she was constantly surprising him with her attitude, her smile, her uptake on things.

Three years of her being his rock, getting him through the shittiest, lowest day, never letting him give up or his darkness and shadow consume him. She was his ray of sun on those days when he had no power to push through.

Jason was not the first person to trust people, but somehow she managed to gain it quite quickly. After a few months of acquaintance, shaking because of the emotions (mostly fear) he told her about his alter ego, awaiting abandonment, terrified, judgmental gaze and her leaving him for good.

There was a moment of silence after his confession, two young adults just sitting on the couch opposite of each other. Jason looking down, silent begging for her to not leave him, missing the fact that Y/N’s signature honest gaze were focused on him.

“Jason….” she said quietly, careful not to startle him “Jace, please look at me.” The boy hesitantly raised his head, scared what he might see on the girl’s face “did you think I would leave you?”

“Yes.” He blurted not able to control himself anymore.

“You silly boy.” She leaned forward slightly, reaching for his cheek, not touching yet, since she learned how hard physical contact was for him “Can I?”

“Please….” He mumbled, and once she cupped his face, immediately leaned into the touch. So touch starved, so desperate for her, without even realizing this.

“Listen to me, Jason Todd. I am not going anywhere.”

“You’re not?”

“Of course not.” she whispered “I’m honestly a bit offended you could even think something like that. Do you even know me?”

“I know you see good in place where there is none. And I’m no good. I’m bad news, always have been and….”

“Oh, for crying out loud.” She hissed and not giving a shit about being gentle put her lips on his, the urge being just too strong to hold it anymore. “Sorry….” Just a few seconds later she realized what she did and pulled back, her face turning apologetic. “I didn’t mean to push….”

“Come back here” Jason breathed out, wrapping an arm around her waist and claiming her lips again, this time fully. God, he never knew how much he craved her and how much fear of rejection on her part he had.  “I need you.” he whispered pulling her flush to him “God, I shouldn’t  but I need you so bad.”

“Good thing it’s mutual.” She smiled, brushing a curl from his face and connecting their foreheads

“But….” He tried to say.

“if you start talking about that shit about darkness and everything else I won’t kiss you for a week.”

“Are you threatening the Red Hood, princess?”

“Guess, I am” she laughed, realizing that little fact “is it working?”

“Sure as hell it is.” Jason gasped before closing the gap between them.

***

Y/N was quickly accepted into the Wayne family, turning into a valuable member of the team. And damn, she was good at working with Oracle from the cave. But the most important part of her job (in her own words) was still giving the good vibes. Keeping the batboys (and batgirls) up and running, showing them how much good they were doing and how grateful people were for that.

Jason needed it more than anyone else, still doubting himself and dealing with past trauma, not that anyone blamed him for that. If nothing else, dying and resurrecting definitely have an effect on one’s mentality. And that was precisely why, Y/N would always stay up in the night, waiting for Jay to come back from the patrol to welcome him in the most caring and loving way she could.

“Jace!” she jumped off the couch as soon as she heard him walk thought the door, his helmet and jacket already discarded on the floor. She practically jumped into his arms, wrapping legs and arms around him, tugging her boyfriend tightly, feeling his muscles relax under her touches and caresses.

“Hi, baby….” He sighed deeply feeling her in his arms. The only person that made everything he did worth the effort.

“My hero.” She tugged him even tighter, hands tangling in his hair massaging gently.

“Hero? That’s funny princess. Are you sure you’re not mistaking me for Grayson? Do you wish that it was someone else in your arms?”

“What are you…..?” she pulled back from him slightly, but his arms kept her in place, familiar smirk forming on his face. “You are incorrigible Todd! Why are you constantly playing with me?”

“Cause you look cute with that surprised Pikachu face” he kissed the top of her nose and she pouted.

“Stop it! It’s my job to kiss you and hug you. You’re tired and hurt. Let me take care of you.” her hand travelled down from his neck and rested on his heart “Please, love. I just want to take all the pain from you. Let me, Jason.” she was practically begging him now, and the fact that he truly had someone who was willing to do that for him was making him melt. Since the words failed him, he just nodded, closing his eyes not to show any vulnerability. Almost three years of being together and it was still hard for him to show her his emotional side. “Open those eyes” she commanded, once he put her back on the floor and they just stood in place. “I love you, Jason.” Y/N said with fully convinced voice “whatever you think about yourself, you are a hero to me.” a little kiss on his forehead “A protector.” Kiss on his nose “a fighter” one on each of his cheeks “I can never see you differently” a peck on his lips, too short, leaving him wanting more and chasing her lips “but it’s me. You don’t need to act strong with me when you are tired. You don’t need to hide your emotions. You could never be too vulnerable for me. I accept and somewhat understand Red hood, but it’s Jason Todd I fell in love with. My Jason. The emotional one. All right, baby?’ she caressed his cheek, grabbing his hand and leading him backwards towards the bed “will you rest with me?”

“Yes.” He whispered “Please……”

“All right.” She helped him lay down and once he rested head on her chest, feeling her fingers play with his hair, the other hand caressing her back, Jason slowly let the tension and the burden of opinion, judgments and expectations go.

She was making him feel better about himself.

She was making him feel better about world.

And maybe it was wrong and selfish and careless, but he loved her.

And he was going to tell her that.

Soon.