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Best friend reader and Jason as kids?

Batman noted he was going to have to work on Jason's awareness.

The boy had never once noticed him since he'd gotten off the bus, making his way steadily to his old neighborhood. He had a destination in mind, that much was sure. It was a path he'd walked hundreds of times.

But it wasn't until he stopped under an apartment window, picking up a handful of gravel and tossing it gently up to tap the glass. Bruce blinked for a second when a girl's face- a girl about Jason's age, appeared in the window.

She too, looked malnourished, her clothes were old and worn, the fabric thin in spots from laundromat abuse. But when she tackles Jason, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. Bruce feels himself melt, just a little. Jason's every guard fell down and he kissed her on the cheek- a last little vestige of childish innocence. Not remotely adult, an impulsive gesture of affection.

He listened in the shadows of the rooftop, after Jason checked to make sure you were alone. And while he didn't explain about bing Robin. Or Bruce being Batman, he explained how he came to live at the Manor. Why he'd disappeared.

"How'd you know they're not looking for you?"

Jason shrugged, getting into his knapsack and pulling out a jacket. A new red one. The material still stiff and the zipper still shiny. "Not your problem," he said. "Take this," he said. "It's too small. And it's getting cold."

"Jay-"

"No one's gonna notice," he said, "C'mon you chicken."

Bruce can't see the look you give Jason, but his grin is telling enough as he quickly takes your old jacket from you and pushes you to put the new one on- and then the look of satisfaction when some of your intermittent shivers slow.

"I missed you," you tell him, a thank you that isn't a thank you. But Jason hears it all the same.

"I missed you too," he answered. "How's your mom?"

"She's mom," you snort. "But I made enough to pay rent. So I just gotta move my stash and hide it better."

Jason nodded, "Did you eat? I can't stay long I just wanted to-"

"Yeah. Picked up at Chow's running food- tips and some fried rice for a few hours of riding."

Jason nodded again and checked his watch, "I gotta-"

"It's okay," you answer, hugging him. "Be good. Or at least be careful."

"I will," he promised, hugging you back and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

And Bruce smiled a little. What was on more tuition? Maybe if he put you at the Academy with Jason is would make things a little easier- and he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't enjoy the headmaster being given a run for his money. The man was a frightful snob.

since today is jason’s birthday, could we have a soft scruffy!verse drabble abt reader getting him a small meaningful gift (maybe something in relation to their childhood??) and giving him a kiss on the cheek? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

"Hey Y/N," Dick yelled, "Are you coming? "

"Yeah just a second!" You half turn and dig through your bag, hoping the package is still intact.

It had been a long day, what with being kidnapped and all on what was supposed to be a quick trip home.

And when you looked up, having found it intact, tucked safely in the pocket where you'd tucked it that morning you smile before holding it out to Jason insistently.

"I said I didn't want-"

"And I ignored you. Now stop being a baby and open it," you order, mock glaring at him.

"Y/N-"

"Come on, you chicken. I promise it's not that interesting."

"It doesn't look big enough to be something that bites," he allowed, taking it and looking away. Cheeks heating. He really wished his family OF DETECTIVES could be more discreet about watching the goings on. But out of the corner of his eye, Steph and Cass are practically vibrating with glee. Over your right shoulder Tim looks like he's watching an experiment. And just slightly up the steps he knows Bruce and Alfred are probably trying to plan an engagement party. And you don't even like him like that.

It's a little humiliating if he's honest. But he can't tell you 'no'. Not when you look at him like that. All wide eyed and grinning at him. So he ripped the brown paper off carefully and for just a moment. His heart stuttered.

"You would remember that," he said smiling a little, as he looked down at the copy of The Once and Future King. It's a discarded library copy, and out of curiosity he paused. Flipping to the slot where a paper card would be, only for his heart to ache.

This wasn't just a copy you'd picked up at a library fundraiser. This was THE copy. The one he borrowed so many times that he knew every creased page like he knew the scars on his knees.

His untidy little kid handwriting- like finding a message in a bottle. And at the bottom- his mom's handwriting. He'd almost forgotten what it looked like. But as he traced his finger over it all he can do it blink at you for a second.

What fuckery you'd pulled to find it, he didn't know. But he doesn't know what to say.

And he's even more at a loss for words when you stand on his toes to kiss his cheek, "Happy Birthday, Jaybird."

As he stands there with his cheeks burning and his chest aching, feeling like an idiot for not saying anything all he can do is tuck the book into his jacket pocket, and try not to regret not kissing you stupid.

I’m a new fan of ur and I love ur work. but can we have a big argument with a happy cute or “ maybe lil smutty ) ending with either ( Bruce or Jason) plz 

"Jason," you hiss, ripping your wrist out of his grip, "I'm not doing this with you."

"Too fucking bad," Jason said, grabbing you and pulling you to him. "It's a chemical imbalance. It's a mental illness. It's not a goddamn death sentence!" He shook you gently and gripped your shoulders.

"Isn't it?" you yell, pushing against his chest uselessly. "You saw what it did to my fucking mom-"

"Pockets," he said, swallowing hard. "Baby. Honey. Don't do this. I won't let you do this."

"Jay you deserve someone... not like this. Not like-"

Lips crush against yours. He can't let you finish that sentence. He can't let you do this to yourself in some misguided attempt to protect him. "I died, remember?" he said, brushing hair out of your eyes and wiping tears off your cheeks with his thumbs. "And the first word I said when I woke up was your fucking name."

"Jason-"

"You've never run away from anything your whole life, Pockets. Don't start here. Not with me." When you crumbled and started to cry, the anger giving way to fear, all he can do is hold you. "I'm not going anywhere, punk. We're a package deal, remember?"

"You didn't sign up for this," you whimper. "This fucking shit show I can't-"

Jason squeezed you tighter and swatted you on the ass, "Baby. I signed up for you," he chuckled. "Whatever that looks like." He tilted your chin up and wiped your nose on his sleeve. "You never gave up on me. I'm not leaving you again, Pockets."

"Promise?"

"Promise," he said, kissing your forehead. "It doesn't have to be a shit show, baby. We just have to figure this out."

"I just feel so out of control and I can't think- I can't focus. Jay I was so scared."

"I know," he said softly. "I should have stayed with you. I shouldn't have let you leave that night. I knew you weren't okay- you weren't making sense but I thought-"

"You thought I was high," you murmur.

Jason cringed, nodding slowly. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he breathed. "I shouldn't have-"

"I don't blame you. I felt high- nothing felt real. Not really and I just couldn't stop. I couldn't slow down."

"We'll figure it out," Jason said, "Just... Let's just take this one day at a time, okay?"

"Okay," you answer, exhaling slowly. "Jay, I love you I just-"

"I love you too," he said, smiling a little. "Let's go to bed, huh? It's past Scruffy's bedtime."

What led to scruffy!Reader's bipolar diagnosis? Any specific event that happened ?

"Oracle?"

"What's up?" Babs asked half turning in her chair to look at him, "Can you pull up Y/N's location?"

"Why?" she asked, already typing.

"I- we- I just want to know where she is. She was pretty mad at me when she left my apartment and she won't pick up the phone."

"Jason."

"Please?" It's how small his voice is that does it. How unnerved he looks. You always answer- even if it's a text to ask him what the fuck he wants.

Barbara starts typing, tracking where you'd been through places that your phone had pinged and frowned. "Over on 82nd... Looks like an Alley?"

"That's not- it's 4am," Jason said, "God-"

"I'll start calling hospitals," Barbara said. "I'm sure it's not-"

"She told me she wasn't on drugs," he said, his voice hardly a whisper. "She told me-"

"It might not BE that," Barbara reminded him. "She could have lost her phone, or it was taken."

Jason shook his head and turned, going to see if anyone would help him look for you. In his mind's eye he could see you. Talking a mile a minute. Like you couldn't keep up with the thoughts in his head. Everything was rushed. Some of it was just straight-up delusional, telling him that you were going to find god but you had to sell your guitar for a bus ticket? Because you had to go to Tacoma? And then telling him God wasn't real but you still had to look because it was the only way to finish school? And then asking him to take you to get ice cream. He couldn't even REMEMBER all the things you said. But he could remember the fury. How Angry you got when he asked you what you took. And it made his stomach turn.

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When the nurse came back to the desk, Jason bolted to his feet and Bruce put a hand on his shoulder to steady him, "Is she-"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne," she said, "She said she doesn't want to see anyone."

"But-" Jason started to protest. You had to see him. He had to talk to you. He had to know.

The nurse could only shake her head, "She was adamant," the woman said.

Bruce nodded, "Can you at least tell us she's okay?"

The nurse weighed her options and held up a finger, gesturing for them to wait before pulling a file and rifling through it quickly. "There's a release form in here for Jason-"

"That's me," Jason blurted, "Can you- what even happened how-"

The nurse sighed, "Someone called dispatch about a woman walking barefoot by the side of the road in shorts and a t-shirt. Said she was really friendly, just said she was lost and not sure how to get home. Her feet were pretty cut up. And it was cold out. So a beat cop picked her up and dropped her off at General. She was delusional and exhausted. Dehydrated. And so they put her on a 72-hour hold."

"Jesus," Jason breathed.

"But," the nurse said, "She IS safe. And she's gotten a little sleep."

"Will you tell her," Jason exhaled slowly, "Tell her I'll be here to take her home?"

The nurse smiled a little. Placating him. "Of course."

And Jason nods, turning and walking out the doors, leaving Bruce to smooth things over. To tell the nurse to call him directly if there was anything you needed. Because Jason can't breathe. He can't think. He feels like he's gonna be sick.

You needed him. You came to him because you were struggling. And he basically just... Shut you out.

"Jason," Bruce said softly, "You couldn't have-"

"I could have not accused her of being high," Jason snorted. "I could have helped-"

"You don't know that," Bruce said carefully. "Just- wait until you talk to her?"

"Yeah," Jason sighed. "Probably a good idea... What the fuck happened to her shoes? She was wearing shoes when left."

Can we please get more scruffy!reader where Jason thinks refers on drugs but it actually her bipolar disorder

This is not that but-

Jason tucked you closer to his side and helped you up the steps. You're still exhausted. And now he knows, very depressed. But you feel like being out and about today- not out out. But. Out enough to see the family. And least he thinks. Until you freeze at the threshold. Rooted in place so suddenly and so completely that when Jason steps past you, the chill where you'd been standing stops him short.

"Pockets," he coaxes, "C'mon it's cold out here."

"I should go home," you murmur, wrapping your arms around yourself. Like it was going to protect you. "I shouldn't-"

"Hey." Jason stepped closer to you and squeezed your shoulders. "No one is mad at you, baby."

"I just. I can't." You struggle to find the words to say that you're humiliated. That you feel like a fraud. That your feet hurt and all you want is to curl up in your bed and sleep. Because you don't feel anything when you're asleep and this is oppressive.

"At least come let me get stuff to rebandage your feet, kay? Tell Bruce what you decided about school for now- I'll tell him. And then we can go? We'll go put you to bed for a while." He doesn't wait for an answer. Instead, he just sweeps you up off your feet to carry you. He figured that way you could give your feet a break and be held at the same time. And when you don't protest, settling in his arms like a rag doll, Jason kisses the top of your head. "It'll be fine, Pockets."

"Good lord," Alfred said blinking, "Is everything alright?" Jason cradled you in his arms and you hid your face in his neck- he couldn't tell if you were asleep or injured you were so still.

"Came to steal some bandages and talk to Bruce," Jason said, following Alfred through to a salon. One that had a comfortable sofa to lay you on. Thankful when the Butler correctly assessed that this wasn't a snit and took your coat before deftly handing Jason a blanket for you.

"Let's just get some supplies," Alfred said unperturbed, trying not to let on how worried he was. He'd not seen you at a point that low since you were 16. He clapped Jason on the shoulder and squeezed, "Will you be alright here for a while?"

You nod silently, not able to look up at him, And Alfred smiled sadly. "Alright, then. Call if you need anything?"

"I'm just tired," you murmur.

Jason slid your shoes off carefully and tucked your feet under the blanket, "Just rest for a little while," he hummed. "I'll be back."

"Okay."

And when you curl up, with no choice but to close your eyes and wait, Jason lets Alfred lead him out of the room.

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Bruce puts the basket down on the side table quietly and looks down at you. You're not Asleep, he knows. Your breathing isn't even enough ad there's tension in your face that shouldn't be there. But. You ALMOST pass muster.

He sits on the end of the sofa, lifting your feet up gently to prop them on his thigh and get a look at them- make sure things are healing properly.

When he starts to unbandage them and you Jerk your foot out of his lap with a hiss, Bruce winces in contrition, "Sorry," he said, "I should have known it was gonna be a little tender still."

"I can do it," you murmur, "It's fine."

"Y/N," he said, gently but firmly reclaiming your foot, "You can't see the bottoms of your feet. Not well anyway."

"Bruce-"

"How are you feeling?" he asked, hoping that if he irritated you, just a little he could see some of the spark flicker. Just a little.

But all he gets is a tiny little shrug as you shrink into yourself. And Bruce feels a stab of pain behind his ribs. He could see it now. All the signs that something just wasn't quite right. Periods of time where you slept a couple hours and bounced out of bed feeling fine. The periods of time where you basically just were sleep walking. And he can see how- horrible you feel. Guilty and ashamed. For something you couldn't change. Something that wasn't your fault.

So for a few minutes, he lets you have silence. Working on unwrapping bandages so he could see the damage firsthand. "When you're ready," he said, keeping his voice steady, "you can go back to school."

"I'm sorry," you murmur, "I just couldn't-"

"There's nothing to be sorry for," Bruce interjected. "I was going to talk to you about taking a little break anyway. You've been working through school at a breakneck pace since Jason died- It's not- Not that there's anything wrong with that, necessarily. But I thought you could help me with a project."

"I understand if you don't want me to do it. Or want me with Jason I tried to break up with him and he just wouldn't let me and I don't know-I know you never really wanted us together." You break off when Bruce looks up at you, wrapping your arms around yourself and looking down. Not sure how to read the look on his face. Hoping he doesn't yell. Because if he yells you'll cry and you feel like you can't stop crying.

The stab of pain behind his ribs intensified and Bruce looked down to look at your feet, carefully applying antibiotics and making a note to tell Jason to keep a careful eye on some of the deeper cuts. "I can't think of anyone better for the job," Bruce said honestly. "Or anyone else Jason should be with." He can feel you tense. Waiting for the "but". There isn't one coming though. "I just didn't like it," he said, "Because when I watch you two walk next to each other you're still kids- literal babies that should NOT be looking at each other like that." When you snort, he smiles just a little. There you are. "And as far as a job goes- I've had this in mind for you for a while." He pauses and fixes the bandages in place carefully, "When you feel better. And when you're ready, just call."

"Bruce-"

"You don't have to suffer," he said gently. "You don't need penance. You don't need to be scolded. You need help." He tucked your feet back under the blanket and looked at you. "This isn't your fault. And I'm sorry it's your responsibility- but. If anyone can figure this out, it's you Pockets."

"You're not mad at me for dropping out?"

"You need time," Bruce said. "You needed to let something go- and I'm proud of you for doing something that hard." He smiled a little. He never thought he'd be proud of a kid for dropping out but- go figure, it was the last one he ever expected to do it. "You can go back when you're ready. You can take the job when you're ready. Right now, just- just focus on getting better. We were all worried about you."

Bruce talking to Jason and being a good dad?

"How is she?" Bruce asked, watching Jason slump in a chair, curled like a question mark around a cup of tea.

"Tired," Jason said, "Terrified. Disappointed. Sad- not that she's saying any of it right now."

"Jay, it's not-"

"Her feet are cut to ribbons," Jason said softly. "And she's not hungry at all. I'm not sure if she's depressed or it's the adjustment to her meds but she didn't go to class today."

Bruce swallowed asking if he still wanted to be involved with you. He could hear the worry. He was afraid for you. He felt guilty for not being there. "Whatever she decides to do with school, it'll be okay," he sighed. "She needs time to recover."

Jason nodded slowly, "I thought she was on Drugs- I told her to leave."

"You were upset," Bruce said fairly. "You thought she crossed a line-"

"I should have known better," Jason protested, "I mean fuck. All I would have had to do was believe her but I had to-"

"Jason," Bruce sighed, "You panicked. You made a mistake."

"She could have died." Jason rubbed his hand over his face. "She was lost. She was scared- She came to me for help. Because she didn't understand what was happening and I threw her out."

"Have you talked to-"

"She's not been real chatty," Jason snorted. "All she said when I dropped her off was 'Thank you' and 'She'd call me'; She hasn't called and I've been left on read thus far."

"Jason."

"She wants some space," Jason sighed. "Time to figure out how she feels about it."

"Is that wise?"

"Maybe not," Jason sighed "But. If I make her talk she'll just tell me what she thinks I want to hear to get me to fuck off."

"So what does this mean for the future?" Bruce asked.

"I don't know," Jason admitted. "But I do know that I'm not leaving her."

Hi! I hope you have a very restful week off! I have an aversion to needles and was wondering if you could write Jason comforting reader from any AU when she has to get a shot and she's scared? Thank you!

"I'm not taking an injection," you protest, shaking your head, "I can't- I just-"

"Pockets," Jason said, keeping his voice soft, "You've been awake for three days, baby. You need sleep. Let Leslie-"

"I'm fine eventually it all winds down and then I can-"

"Baby girl," he said, "Last time you did this you went on a 10 mile hike while barefoot."

"But-"

"Please?" he urged, wrapping his arms around you gently. "I know you don't like needles, but. We have to slow you down, baby.

"Can't we just-"

"No we can't just fuck until you pass out," he said. "We've tried that, remember? Just don't look kay? She's gonna stick it in your thigh instead of your buttcheek as long as you hold still."

"And all I'm gonna do is sleep?"

"Promise," he assured you, "Just sleep, okay?"

"Will you hold my hand?"

"You can sit on my lap, even," Jason said sinking into a chair and holding his arms out.