#Jason: talking about his book while pulling out a first aid kit

[sademonugget]

Headcanon that all of the batfam hides their injuries, but not in a "I don't want to be a burden, so I won't tell them I got hurt" kind of way, they just do it subconsciously.

Bruce trained them how to walk normally despite being sore, to nobody at galas would suspect anything. So if Dick got shot in the thigh, but had to make an appearance at an important event, no one would even notice he was hurt. He was trained to not limp despite the pain, trained to go against every survival instinct and put pressure on a bullet hole while smiling.

Bruce did this with all his kids and they got so good at it that they do it at home unconsciously. If Jason came home from a tough patrol, the only sign people would get is that he was injured was the fact he was actively bleeding out from a knife that was still in his arm. He acted that normally, because acting normal became normal to him. (If that makes sense.)

Damian already knew how to do this because of Ra's Al Gul, and it took months for the family to notice when he got hurt, because he was that good at acting. (Jon was horrified when Damian stubbed his toe and continues on like nothing had happened. Not even being a Super could stop the pain of a stubbed pinky toe)

Tim is worse than the rest of the fam at hiding it, so he just avoids them. If he hurt his ankle on patrol because he grappled wrong and hit a building, using his foot as a shield, he just wouldn't stand up. He would conveniently be sitting down or reclining on something whenever someone came into the room. But he's sitting down most the time anyway, so they would have no idea he shattered the bone in his foot.

Cass would be talking to someone from another room, talking completely fine and normal, nothing out of the ordinary until they walk into the room and she's stitching up her leg from a wound that a medical professional would faint at the sight of.

Bruce is the worst of all of them. Alfred forced him to get checked for injuries after most serious fights, because trying to get him to go after every patrol was a like beating a dead horse. (AKA: pointless)

I don't think they're afraid of being seen as weak, they've just been trained to not let anyone see that they got hurt. No one can see their pain, internal or external. Bruce may have trained dangerous vigilantes, but he also trained kids who can easily take a bullet and continue on with their day, and thats actually terrifying.

[the-atlas-sister]

First Kiss (Batfamily Preference)

(Y/f/h= your favorite hairstyle)

Bruce:

Bruce put on a fake smile, like he usually did at these galas. A handful of people approached him and asked him about his company or life, mostly old ladies asking when he was going to get himself a wife.

He let out a puff of air as the last group of old ladies walked away from him. He raised his glass of sparkling water to his lips, scanning the room for his special guest.

That's when he saw you. You wore a black dress that fit you perfectly and your hair was in (y/f/h). Alfred led you into the large room, saying something to you.

You looked around the room filled with people, anxiety rising in your chest. Your eyes finally landed on Bruce who stared at you with a loving expression on his face. You felt at ease as you stared at him.

Bruce approached you, taking your hand and raising it to his lips. They grazed your knuckles gently and you blushed as he kept eye contact.

"You look beautiful, my dear," Bruce said, spinning you.

"Thank you," you said, smiling gratefully.

"I want to show you something," Bruce said, giving you a boyish grin.

"Alright," you said, letting him guide you up the main stairs. He continued to lead you down the long halls until you reached a large terrace overlooking the garden and pool. "Wow," you sighed, leaning your elbows on the railing. You stared in awe at the beautiful sight before you, not noticing Bruce come up next to you.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked, making you look at him.

"Very," you said. "I can't believe this is all yours."

"It can be yours too," he stated, turning to you.

"That's very sweet," you chuckled, turning back to the garden.

Bruce smiled at you. "I mean it," he said, gripping your chin gently and making you look at him. "I love you, Y/N," he said honestly.

Your eyes widened. You stared at Bruce before leaning forward and pressing your lips against his. You pulled away seconds after. "I love you too," you said quietly, your face a deep red.

Bruce's face lit up before he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into a sweet hug.

(Don't mind me. Just blushing because I'm imagining Christian Bale's Bruce Wayne)

Dick:

"You'll be okay," Dick mumbled, setting you on the guest room bed at Wayne manor. You had recently been kidnapped by Slade as bait. When Dick arrived, you were already bloodied and bruised.

"I'm fine," you said, sitting up, wincing as you did. "I'm Batgirl."

"Lie your ass down," Dick demanded, taking off his domino mask. You closed your mouth and relaxed against the headboard.  You watched as Dick pulled out one of the first aid kits that was held in every room (due to the family's tendency to endanger themselves), his shoulders tense.

"Calm down, Cereal Boy," you said, trying to make a joke. Dick sent you a harsh look, making you sink into the bed.

Dick noticed this and his gaze softened. He sighed and sat in front of you. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I used to love the idea of you being Batgirl. I loved to work with you, but after this- a-and after what happened to Barbra and Jason-"

"Dick, listen to me," you said, now sitting right across from Dick. "I understand your fear, but I'm not Barbra or Jason, and your not Bruce. You won't give up everything for the city. And I can take care of myself."

"But-"

"No buts," you interrupted. "I'm a little bruised but alive."

"Y/N-"

You rolled your eyes before leaning forward and pressing your lips against Dick's. He stiffened but slowly leaned into it. He placed his larger hands on your shoulders as gently as he could.

"Thanks for worrying," you mumbled as you pulled away.

Jason:

You smirked as you ran across the rooftops, Red Hood and Nightwing behind you. You had taken up the mantle Catwoman for a while, because your mother had been injured fighting Batman.

You had just stolen a golden cat statue from the Penguin, who was at large.

"Is it just me, or has Catwoman gotten smaller?" Nightwing said, doing a flip and landing in front of you.

"Is it just me or is this Nightwing's hairline reseeding?" you smirked. You watched as Nightwing's face contorted into one of fear, his hands going to his hair. You took that opportunity to jump down from the building. As you fell, you felt someone wrap their arms around your waist, catching you before both of you tumbled onto one of the lower buildings.

You jumped up, seeing Red Hood across from you. "Now, let's make this easy," he said, pulling out one of his guns, which you assumed had rubber bullets. "I got a date tonight and I can't be late."

"So do I," you stated before pulling out your whip. You snapped it around Red Hood's ankle, pulling him to his back. You yanked on the whip, pulling Red Hood towards yourself. You placed one foot on his chest and the other on his wrist holding the gun. "Now tell me, what's under that hood?" You leaned down, your gloved hands running around the metal hood, searching for a way to take it off.

"Hey-" Red Hood exclaimed as you pulled off the hood. Your eyes widened as your boyfriend's face appeared. You decided to put on a fake smirk.

"What a pretty face," you said, leaning down and placing your knees on his wrists. You smirked as you pressed your lips to Jason's. You placed both of your hands on his face, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. "Hope your girlfriend doesn't mind," you whispered before jumping up. You grabbed your whip and rewrapped it before jumping off the building. You let out a breath as you landed in a dumpster.

You jumped out and began running. My boyfriend is Red Hood, you thought.

Tim:

Where is he? you thought, looking around the cafeteria. You were waiting for your best friend, Tim. He had been incredibly kind when you first arrived at school and the two of you instinctually clicked.

You sighed after waiting a few more minutes before standing up and walking into the halls. That's when you saw Tim surrounded by three bullies.

"Look at this loser," the first one said, pushing Tim back when he tried to sneak away. "Bet he's never even had a girlfriend." Tim met your eyes. He seemed less scared or intimidated and more annoyed.

"Can I just go to lunch?" he sighed.  

"You could eat this," the second bully smirked, pulling out a stinky sock.

You scoffed, deciding to step in. "What are you, 5?" you said, pushing the bully's face to the side. He looked at you, extremely offended. "Come on Tim," you said, grabbing Tim's hand and beginning to pull him out from the small circle of bullies.

"Guess he can get girls to save him, but never sleep with him!" one bully yelled. You stopped, glaring at him before grabbing Tim's face and kissing him softly.

Tim panicked for a second, going stiff and not knowing what to do, but eventually placed his hands on your waist like Dick told him to when he explained how to kiss a girl.

"Come on," you grinned, pulling away.

"O-okay," Tim stuttered out before letting you lead him back into the cafeteria.

Damian:

"You're getting sloppy," Damian commented as you threw a punch at him. He had suggested a while back that you two start training together. You thought it was a great idea and would be fun. You were wrong.

"I am not," you defended, ducking as Damian threw a punch. He was going easy on you, and it annoyed you. "And don't go easy on me Damian. I'm Supergirl, I can handle it."

"I'm not going easy on you Beloved," Damian insisted, ducking down and going to trip you, but you easily flew above his foot. "Although we did agree no powers," he said, crossing his arms over his chest and looking up at your flying form.

"I'll stop using my powers when you stop going easy on me," you said, mimicking Damian's actions.

"Alright," Damian smirked, making you blush slightly. He quickly pulled out a grappling hook gun from who knows where and shot it. It wrapped around your ankle before you could fly away. Damian pulling on it, slowly pulling you down from the air until your feet touched the ground. Then, before you had time to react, he rushed forward, tripping you.

"Ow," you mumbled, looking up to see Damian pinning you to the ground with a smirk. "I knew you were going easy on me." Damian smiled slightly, admiring you. "Can you let me up now?" you asked, you face flushing pink at the newfound attention.

"Try and get out," Damian stated, apparently unsatisfied. You sighed before an idea popped into your mind. You leaned up, pressing your lips to Damian's. His eyes widened, unsure of what to do. He racked his brain for what Dick had told him to do in the stupid 'what if someone kisses you' talks. You then leaned back down.

"I'm sorry," you said, worried about Damian's reaction.

Damian stared at you before leaning down and recapturing your lips. You quickly reacted, lifting your head up to get a better angle.

You felt Damian's grip loosen as you continued and tried to slip your wrists from his grip, only from Damian to grab them again and press them to the floor.

"So close," he teased, pulling away slightly.

You rolled your eyes.

"SWEET JESUS!" Dick's voice yelled from the side, making you and Damian turn your heads. All of Damian's brothers stood there, staring at the two of you. Dick seemed horrified, Jason seemed both impressed and proud and Tim just looked confused. "YOU TWO NEED HOLY WATER!" Dick screeched, rushing forward and pouring his water on the both of you.

"Grayson!"

Terry:

"Terry," you said, looking up from your book as Terry walked into the living room of Wayne Manor.

"Hey Baby," Terry said, approaching you. "Where's the old man?"

"At some charity event," you stated, returning your attention to your book. Terry sat next to you, staring at you.

"What are you reading?" he asked.

"Y/f/b," you answered, turning a page.

"Well, can we do something together?" Terry questioned.

"After I'm done reading," you shrugged him off. Terry glanced at the book, raising an eyebrow at how much you still had left. He pushed the book down slightly, making you scowl at him. "Terry, I told you-"

Terry leaned forward, kissing you gently. You pushed him away. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked, staring at you with a hurt expression.

"I said after my book," you said, going back to y/f/b.

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Heather- Jason Todd x Chubby Reader Pt.1

{Author's Note: _____ is a blank to put your name}

"Girl, just tell him!" Barbara whispered and nudged me towards my best friend, Jason Todd aka Robin, the boy wonder.

I had found out about him being Batman's sidekick when we were 13, shortly after he became Robin.

"Easy for you to say! Look at you! You're gorgeous! You're fit and thin and redheaded! Just look at me… I'm...not so fit... I'm chubby. I'm a plain bagel. I'm not ugly but I'm not exactly pretty either." I sighed and gestured to my chubby body.

" ______, I know what I'm telling you. Just tell him." She sighed. "Besides, you're gorgeous too! And very intelligent and mature for a fifteen-year-old!" Barbara smiled, holding up a banana like a wand.

"As if. What guy my age sees a girl and goes, 'What a lovely personality?' Get real Babs, no one wants a plain bagel." I shrugged.

"Welp, I gotta get going or I'll be late for work. But trust me, he won't turn you away." She turned away, obviously knowing something I didn't.

"Hey _____!" Jason spoke as he walked up to me from the curb of the grocery store, I had gone to buy some fruit my mom had told me to get.

"Hey Jay." I sighed with a slight blush on my cheeks.

"Are you okay? It's kinda cold today… Where's your jacket?" He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly.

"My jacket!" I gasped. "I forgot it at school!"

"School's closed now. They just locked the gate." He replied with a shrug.

"My mom's going to kill me. That's the only jacket I have!" My eyes watered, knowing my mother was going to be furious with me when I got home.

"Take mine then. I have others at home." He unzipped his hoodie.

"N-no. It's fine. I can get it Monday from school." I spoke softly while staring at the ground.

He draped his jacket over my shoulders. "I said, take it. Besides, it looks better on you than me. It goes well with your hair color. Here, let me hold your stuff so you can get it on." He smirked, knowing I wouldn't refuse if he spoke sternly with me. He took the bag from my hands and I looked at him. "Zip. It. Up." He frowned.

"Yes sir." I put my arms in the jacket and zipped it up. He was bigger and bulkier than I was, so the jacket fit me rather loosely and was down to my mid thighs but it was comfortable and warm. Much warmer than the jackets and sweaters I had before.

"Hm… keep it. I know your dad hasn't been working a lot lately. It gets pretty cold so you can keep that one. Bruce got me some others at home. Just don't tell anyone, got it? I only share with you because I've known you since we were kids. You took care of me so I'm taking care of you." He looked at me, handing back the bag of fruit. "Now, don't think I'm getting soft or being a gentleman. You're still carrying your stuff." He smirked.

I smiled and chuckled. "Thanks." I took the bag and walked down the street with him.

"Hi Jason!" An annoying voice called out from the ice cream shop.

"Hm? Oh, hey Heather." Jason turned around and seemed slightly irritated.

"Are you going to the pep rally tonight?" Heather asked with fluttering eyelashes. She was Jason's girlfriend.

Dark hair, slim figure, bright eyes, how could I compete with that?

"Uh, no." He replied flatly.

"Why not, I'm going to be performing!" She countered.

"I'm just not feeling it. I don't like pep rallies." He shrugged. "Not my thing."

"Okay then. Wanna get some ice cream?" She asked.

"Go ahead and go home ______, I'll catch up later." He looked apologetically at me and walked across the street.

I nodded and kept walking.

I watched as Heather smiled and hugged him.

It hurt.

He was dating her and she was so sweet. Everyone loved her so, I can see why he did too. She always had a smile on her face.

I kept walking, tears stinging my eyes. There's no way I could ever be like her. He liked her more and would run to her at the drop of a hat.

Arriving at home, I stepped inside. "Hey mom! I'm back!" I set the bag on the counter.

"Oh good! Make sure you do your homework!"

"Yes ma'am!" I sigh and go up to my room, closing the door.

Out of instinct, I called my friend, Valerie.

"A simple solution to your problem is to play spin the bottle or something." She teased.

"Why would he ever kiss me? I'm nowhere near as pretty as Heather!" I clutch the sleeves of the hoodie before taking it off and throwing it onto my bed.

"He gave her his sweater." My eyes watered as I told her what had happened at school that day.

"The black one or the fake polyester one?" Valerie asked.

"The black one."

"Oh dear. I'll be right over." She hung up.

"Is it wrong to wish she were dead?" I chuckled softly when Valerie came through my bedroom door.

"Yes. It's your jealousy and I'm gonna chop off your legs if you continue on this path, Anakin." Valerie smirked.

"Dude, I was kidding." I turn in my swivel chair.

"Yeah, it was a failed attempt at a joke. I'm sorry about Jason. If it makes you feel better, Bradley dumped me." She looked at the ground.

"Here's the plan, I drive the car and Jason shoves him into the road and we make it look like an accident." I spoke whilst drawing out the plan.

"Don't worry about it."

"Worry about what?" Jason walked in.

"Oh, you came!" Valerie smiled.

I looked at her, what a traitor.

"So, I heard you gave Heather your sweater!"

"This one?" He held up said object. "Eh, we broke up. She liked someone else and so did I." He sat on a beanbag chair.

"Wait what? But you really liked her and she's so nice!" I exclaim in shock.

"Relax ______, it was mutual." He chuckled. "There's actually something I came to talk to you about." He seemed nervous, his cheeks tinting red and so were the tips of his ears.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I'll go get water." Valerie got up, stretched and went downstairs.

"I don't know how to say this. This is difficult for me but… I'm sorry. I don't want to be your friend anymore." He sighed.

My eyes widened. "W-what?"

"Yeah. I'm...tired of it." He stood up.

"But Jason, you're my best friend!"

"I know. Hey, do you know what material this shirt is?" He checked his shirt.

"Jason, now's not the time-"

"Answer!"

"I don't know! Cotton, maybe?!" I was growing panicked and my eyes were stinging with tears.

"Wrong, it's boyfriend material. And so is that hoodie." He smirked.

I stood in silence.

"What?" He asked.

"Jason Peter Todd, are you...asking me to be your girlfriend????" I stood, mouth agape in shock.

He smirked and nodded. "Sure thing buttercup! I... love you." His face turned beet red.

"Why? I'm not pretty. I'm not slim or fit or anything-"

"Because you're smart, and cute, you're kind and brave. You're so cool too and geek out with me. We both nerd out over science stuff and books. What's not to love???" The look on his face was one of pure confusion, as if the answer was as clear as day.

"Jason, I love you too." I spoke in a hushed whispers as a few years fell from my eyes.

"Don't cry! Why are you crying???"

"I'm just happy! I've liked you for so long!"

"So have I but I'm not crying!"

"I didn't think you'd like me because I'm chubby!"

"What?! You think I'm that shallow? I'm offended!"

"Jay and ______ sitting in a tree~" Valerie teased from the doorway.

"Val!" We exclaimed in unison, Jay pulling me into a side hug.

"Fine! I'mma head out!" She grabbed her backpack and left.

A few days later, Jason was going to leave for a mission that I didn't want him to go on. I knew how dangerous it was for him to go alone.

"I'm leaving...for Bosnia. Bats needs my help." He looked at me sadly.

"Jay, please. Don't go. What if something happens?" I pleaded, clutching onto him tightly.

It was only a few days ago that he confessed to me and we were trying to figure out where to go with our relationship, which led to this argument.

"I'll come back. I promise." He kissed the top of my head. "Love ya." He smirked. His forest green eyes shone in the sunlight like an emerald.

He seemed so confident that he would be okay.

"Jason, no! I have a bad feeling you're not coming back!" I pleaded harshly, grabbing his wrist and asking him to stay.

"I'm just going to meet my birth mom, I'll be fine!" He assured me. "Here, hold onto my jacket for me." He took off his leather jacket and handed it to me.

I nodded with tears escaping the corners of my eyes. "I love you Jason…" I said as I watched him hop into the car and leave. Little did I know that would be the last time I ever saw him.

I kept that jacket with me at all times after that.

A few weeks went by without a word from Jason and the pit on my stomach only grew, the only thing keeping me sane was the scent of his cologne on his jacket that lingered still.

Finally, I mustered up the courage to go to Wayne Manor and ask if anyone's heard from Jason. It was then my heart shattered into pieces.

"Miss ______, I am so terribly sorry. I thought someone had already told you… Master Jason died last week." Alfred sat me down at the kitchen counter for tea.

My eyes widened and the porcelain teacup fell from my hand, shattering onto the tile floor. Tears flowed from my eyes like a cerulean waterfall. "No one told me!" I shouted, falling to my knees to clean up the mess with blurry eyes.

"Miss ______, I can get it." Alfred stopped me, only to realize I was bleeding from a deep cut from a glass shard on the top of my hand, a cut that would leave a scar for years to come.

"He can't be dead… he promised he would come back." I whispered, not even flinching from the cut.

"Here, allow me to tend to that." Alfred took out the first aid kit and cleaned the wound, giving it a few stitches.

"How…?" I asked, flinching from pain.

"... The Joker. Master Bruce didn't make it in time." He replied, the sorrow evident in his tone.

I nodded and thanked him for the help and the tea.

"Send a car to take her home." I heard Bruce from the doorway.

"Right away, Master Bruce." Alfred excused himself.

"His funeral is this Saturday if you'd like to come." Bruce turned away from me.

"I'll be there. Time?"

"Noon."

"See you then."

When the funeral finally took place, the reality of Jason's death set in. He wasn't coming back like he promised. I left a rose on his casket and bawled as I watched them lower the casket with my best friend and love of my life, into the dark, cold ground and with it, my heart.

"You promised." I whispered to myself, looking away from the scene. It was then I decided I wanted to be a nurse to help heal people.

Five years later, my dream of being a nurse was nearly achieved. I was two years away from graduating and I went to visit Jason every day on the way home from work. I still lived with my parents since I was a student at the local university, thanks to Bruce.

When I approached the door, that's when I saw it. A single rose on the bench outside the door along with a cryptic letter. 'Hang in there.' it said with a happy face at the end.

I was stumped but the notes and roses kept happening at least once a week and they soon came every day. At least, until the night that would change my life forever.

(Part Two)

(Masterlist)

[river-bottom-nightmare]

this was originally a bribe for @screennamealreadyused but since she already did the thing i wanted her to do, think of it as a thank you instead. this is kind of a mess bc it starts off as a hc and ends with a fic-style thing but whatever. accept my offering.

Jason had always been good with kids. No matter what others seem to think of “The Red Hood,” Jason knew that he’d been the sole reason some of those kids in Crime Alley had grown up okay, had grown up at all. And soon enough, the Red Hood developed a rep for helping kids.

Jason had seen himself reflected in those thin, hunger-stark faces, wary and untrusting but still holding out hope for someone to care. he’d become that someone for a good couple of people. of course he hadn’t expected his affinity for kids to stretch into almost all of them. and he certainly hadn’t expected his family to pick up on it.

But here he was, standing helplessly in the middle of Dick’s apartment in Bludhaven as he rushed through the different rooms, talking faster than the Flash. Rules for Mar’i and guidelines for dinner and where the first aid kit was and on and on and on. When he finally left, Jason turned to stare at his niece (his niece!), who was floating in the middle of the room, looking at him with her eerie green eyes. He’d met Mar’i a couple times, she was a sweet kid, but he’d never been alone with her for this long, and he had absolutely no idea what to do. This wasn’t a kid from Crime Alley that he could take to a seedy diner and feed them a burger and laugh about that old crappy corrupt pharmacy burning down on accident. This was a child that had grown up on an alien island, was now on Earth with her dad for the first time, and didn’t know what the hell was going on.

Then, Mar’i tilted her head and said, “Papa says you like books.”

Two hours later found them curled up together on the sofa, Mar’i in Jason’s lap as he read aloud Shakespeare’s King Lear. Mar’i was a good listener, gasping at all the dramatic parts and laughing at the funny voices he put on. And as she dozed off somewhere near Oswald’s death, Jason felt that familiar protective instinct somewhere inside him. It wasn’t helped by Dick’s smirk when he got home, that melted into a genuinely happy smile, despite Jason’s annoyed shaddup, dickface.

After that, it only got worse, because somehow, Mar’i Grayson and Lian Harper had become best friends. Jason had been a pretty consistent fixture in the Harper household, and now, both Dick and Roy would leave Mar’i and Lian with him whenever something came up. 

But Jason could honestly say he didn’t mind. Those two were brilliant, and always fun to watch over. Case in point: they were in Roy’s apartment while Roy was off on a job for the Titans. Lian and Mar’i had long since outgrown the need for a babysitter, but Jason liked the fact that they wanted him around anyway. (It’s just ‘cause you can cook, Dick had said. Shut the fuck up, dickhead, Jason said.)

Mar’i had finished painting Lian’s nails and had moved on to Jason, and he had to admit the deep red Mar’i had chosen didn’t look half bad.

“Thanks for coming, Jayjay,” Mar’i said, focusing on his pinky finger. “Lian really needed this.”

Ordinarily, Jason wouldn’t have thought much of it, but when he looked up, Lian looked almost,,,caught. Jason narrowed his eyes at her, and she looked away.

“Lian. What happened?”

Lian just shook her head, lips sealed, but Mar’i let out a sigh and responded for her. “Lian overheard her boyfriend bragging to his friends about how he was only with her because she was ‘Asian’ or whatever. She dumped him, obviously, but still. It’s rough.”

Jason stared at Mar’i for a minute. Then he made an aborted movement and both Lian and Mar’i tackled him.

“No, Jayjay don’t-”

“You’ll ruin your nail polish.”

“I’m gonna blow that fucker’s brains out.”

“Seriously, it’s not that bad. Nothing I haven’t heard before. Besides, I just wanna watch a movie later and eat your mac and cheese.” Lian grabbed the gun on Jason’s thigh holster and put it on the coffee table. Jason had a couple more on him, but deflated at the pleading expression on Lian’s face.

“You sure? Absolutely? Because I honestly do not give a shit that he’s a kid, I will permanently incapacitate him if the two of you want me too.”

This brought a faint smile to Lian’s face, and Jason prided himself on cheering her up as she settled back against a pillow. “Thanks, but no thanks. Now pass me the black, I’m going to do an accent nail.”

“Ooh, fancy,” Jason said. 

Later, when the two of them were curled up on the couch, Pacific Rim on the TV, Jason pulled out his phone. He sent off some quick identification, then followed it up with I want you to utterly destroy this fucker’s life.

Tim’s response was quick. Why?

Jason thought about sending a “because I said so,” but then realized Tim would probably go even harder on the guy if he told him what actually happened. He’s a racist asshole and hurt Lian.

At Tim’s quick message of Done, Jason smiled, then continued adding mozzarella to the mac and cheese.

And if Lian ran up to him and hugged him the next time they met, well, he’d keep how protective but happy he felt between the two of them.

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[wordsfromthesol]

A Better Reality

Author: @wordsfromthesol Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary:  You just began a new job at Arkham Asylum and your newfound talent allows you to help a certain masked vigilante. Warnings: Language…I think that’s it? Word Count: 2.8k Taglist: @ghost-brocolli  (You seemed real excited for it, so I tagged you  😉 ) A/N: So, this so isn’t where I was expecting this story to go…but oh well. Here it is! Also there’s a song...so recording is how I envision it sounding, but like you obvi don’t need to listen to grasp the story.

Everyone said you were crazy to move to Gotham, and you totally understood but you couldn’t help feeling like you were meant to be here. It seemed like everything went wrong in your life all at once, and everything else was pushing you towards Gotham. A psychologist position opened up at Arkham Asylum, just as your old job let you go. Granted, a position opened up at Arkham every few months, but you chose to overlook that fact. You had an unusually high tolerance for psychopaths and thought you may actually be able to help some of these people.

You started work just days after you moved in and quickly realized you had a knack for helping those affected by Scarecrow’s fear toxin. An earlier formula had caused several people to go insane and unshockingly they all ended up in Arkham. After a few months, you even started treating Jonathan Crane himself. Though, you only got in three sessions before the villain broke out of the prison.

It had been a long day, everyone at the prison was frantic given the escaped convict, and all you wanted to do was curl up on the couch with hot chocolate and a good book. The universe had other plans, on your way home you saw people running from the metro station. No. Not already. You immediately got out of your car and tried to calm those far enough away from the station – after all you saw first hand what the gas was capable of and you did not need that toxin in your brain.

“Okay, miss…miss can you hear me?” The woman nodded as you approached her, careful to maintain your distance. “I need you to listen, find a sound and focus only on that. It can be the sound of the cars going by or the buzzing of the streetlights. Can you do that for me? Focus only –” your voice cut off as you noticed a figure standing on the ledge of the nearby apartment building. No no no, not on my watch buddy. You ran towards the building and leapt up to the fire escape. I think this is the most I’ve exercised in years. Finally, you reached the top of the building and slowed your pace. You didn’t know how the toxin was affecting this person and you definitely didn’t want to be attacked tonight.

“What a beautiful night, you come up here often?” The masked figure briefly turned their head in your direction before resuming their gaze over Gotham. Okay, well at least they won’t attack me. You get a little closer and sit on the ledge of the building before you look up and realize that the figure is the infamous Red Hood. You could only imagine what the gas was projecting into his mind. “Listen to those police sirens. I wonder how long their sirens will be on. The noise of the sirens must be distracting so many people.” Giving him time to reflect on your words, and hopefully focus on the police sirens, you watch the panic spreading below. When he didn’t step back from the ledge you started again. “Hey, can you do me a favor? I’ve been working on this song and it would be great to have someone else’s opinion.” You noticed the slight nod he gave, at least I think that was directed at me. “I need you to really listen though, focus on the lyrics and the sound of my voice. Only my voice.” With that you began to show part of yourself that no one had ever seen.

“I’ve lost my grip on reality

Can’t seem to trust my reality

Don’t know who to turn to

I don’t know where to go

No one hears me crying

As I’m fighting back the pain

I’ve lost it all

And I don’t know where to find it

 How do you start a search

When you don’t know what you’re looking for

But it’s echoing through you like a ghost

Oh it chills me to the bone

How do I not know

I’m choking back the tears

As the world is shattering

How do I not know

 I’ve lost my grip on reality

Can’t seem to trust my reality

Don’t know who to turn to and

I don’t know where to go

No one hears me crying

As I’m fighting back the pain

I’ve lost it all

And I don’t know where to find it

 Can it be I’ve disappeared

Or gotten lost along the way

Oh I’ve risked it all

And now the darkness is calling my name

Where’s the strength to push it back

Oh how do I not know

I’ve just…

 I’ve lost my grip on reality

Can’t seem to trust my reality

Don’t know who to turn to and

I don’t know where to go

No one hears me crying

As I’m fighting back the pain

I’ve lost it all

And I don’t know where to find it

 How do I begin to find it

Where do I find it…”

The masked vigilante, at some point during your outburst, sat beside you and was now staring directly at you. He placed a hand on your knee before letting himself fall off the building.

“NO!” You screamed before you saw him land on a nearby rooftop. Has to be fucking dramatic doesn’t he. You got up from the edge of the building and slowly made your way back to your car.

As soon as you got home your head hit the pillow and you were out like a light. Waking up the next morning was brutal, you kept replaying the rooftop moment in your head. The toxin didn’t seem to affect him the way it did others, he only seemed to want to hurt himself. He didn’t abandon all his morals or start hallucinating (at least you think). What could possibly be in his head, that his greatest fear is himself?

Work was surprisingly dull, but you were grateful that it was Friday. You could go home and try to forget about last nights events. Or so you thought. Knee deep in a new book, you heard a knock at the fire escape. Red Hood? What the hell. You motioned for him to come in.

“You know, this is Gotham. You should probably lock that.”

“Oh look, he does speak when his mind hasn’t been infected with fear gas. Good to know.”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m here. I guess I wanted to thank you.”

“Of course, it’s kind of my job so.”

“But I’m not one of your Arkham patients.”

Of course, he already knew who you were. “Not yet anyways” you arched your eyebrow and gave him a sly smirk. Without another word, he seemed to make himself right at home. Walking into the kitchen, he opened all the cabinets in search of a mug and poured it full of the hot chocolate sitting on the stove before joining you on the couch.

“So is that like your go-to song when people tweak out on fear gas?”

“Heh, I don’t usually break into song during my sessions.” You lean in closer to him, “Despite what you’ve heard, life isn’t a musical.”

“Damn, well if I had your voice I would make mine a musical. Think of all the fantastic numbers I could do while punching people in the face. So much material to work with.”

“I don’t even think you would need to punch them if you broke into song. They would just collapse on the floor out of shear surprise.”

“Hey, whatever works doll…I just asked because. Those lyrics.”

“Yeah, I thought they may be applicable, that’s why I picked it.”

“You have more?! I gotta hear them now.”

“Psh, in your dreams maybe Red. I don’t even know you.”

“Do you want to?”

“Well,” you chuckled to yourself, “you’re in luck. I just moved here and don’t know a soul. You seem like a good person to start with.”

You must have talked the whole night with the vigilante before falling asleep on the couch, at least you don’t remember ever making your way to the bedroom. Yet here you were, waking up Saturday morning in your own bed, with the smell of French toast and coffee coming from the kitchen. What the fuck, is he still here? You pull back the covers and make your way to the kitchen to find someone cooking breakfast. Though that someone was no longer in his Red Hood get up, but you caught a glimpse of a mask.

“You’re in my apartment.”

“Yeah, I made a ‘thank you’ breakfast.” He turned from the stove and did a half bow. “You’re welcome, you’re welcome.”

Rolling your eyes, you walked over and grabbed coffee before gesturing at his outfit. “Did you even sleep? Or was the outfit change more important?”

“Well I didn’t want to hide this jawline from your view. That would just be cruel and unusual punishment.”

“And we wouldn’t want that after I saved your life.”

“Exactly. Now sit and prepare to be amazed.”

 ***

“Wow, okay, I’m amazed.” You mumbled out while shoveling more of the delicious food into your mouth.

“Slow down there, you aren’t on death row.”

You glared up at him but were too enveloped in the food to formulate a response.

“So, did you ever figure out how to find it?”

Can’t he just let me eat in peace. “Find what?”

“Your reality?”

“Oh man, are we going there?” Red Hood just shrugged if off, though he was actually curious. “Alright, Red. The truth is, not always. Some days things seem to be going well and the next day it feels like my entire life has exploded in my face.”

“Heh, I thought you were supposed to be the sane one.”

“Everyone is fighting their own battles.” You watched the vigilante stand up and walk over to the window, as he crawled out, he looked back at you.

“I like you, Y/N/N.”

Welcome to the life of a vigilante’s therapist, you thought as you cleaned up the mess from breakfast.

 ***

It had been nearly a week before you heard from the masked man again. This time there was no breakfast, only blood.

“What the hell, Red?”

“You’re a doctor, thought you could help.”

“I guess, technically, but not that kind! Why don’t you go to a real doctor?”

“Eh, it’s just a flesh wound. Come on, Y/N/N, you can manage.” You rolled your eyes as you walked to get your first aid kit.

“If this is going to be a regular thing, you are going to need to bring me actual medical supplies because I am so not funding your stupidity.”

“Deal.”

You sat next to him and got to work, “So, why come here? Don’t you have someone who patches you up.”

“Didn’t really think about that, just wanted to talk to – someone outside the life.”

“And what ever would you want to talk about Red.”

“Hmm…what did you do today?”

You couldn’t hold back you laugh as you finished bandaging his arm. “Seriously?” A small grin spread across his face. “Alright, I woke up at a solid 10:00am and made breakfast. Then played video games until about two hours ago, when I started writing some songs.”

“Oh, I wanna hear!”

“No.”

“Buzzkill…”

“Yeah, well. You’ve already heard more than anyone and I don’t even know your name.”

You continued to talk the rest of the night, until you put on a movie and fell asleep on the couch. Though you awoke the next morning, yet again, in your own bed, this time to the smell of eggs and bacon.

“This just going to be a weekend routine then?”

“If you’re lucky.”

 ***

You started getting visits, on either Friday or Saturday nights, every week. The same old story, he wanted to talk about random every day nonsense while you patched up his latest scrapes. You would wake up to the smell of breakfast and he would leave shortly after. It had been a few months now, and it was nearing 3 am Sunday morning, yet your new vigilante friend hadn’t shown up. You began pacing in your living room.

“What if he’s dead somewhere? How would I even know? I don’t even have a damn name. Of course, I had to go make friends with a damn vigilante. I mean, I’ve never even seen his eyes. Just the red and white of that domino mask he insists on wearing…because heaven forbid I see the color of his damn eyes.” Your rant is cut short by a faint laugh coming from your window. You ran over and slapped him in the shoulder. “YOU CAN’T FUCKING DO THAT I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD.”

“Aw, you care.”

“OF COURSE I FUCKING CARE YOU IDIOT. GET IN HERE NOW.”

“Alright mom, calm down. I was put on stakeout duty as punishment.”

You glared at him, “Punishment for what? Wait…punishment from who?!”

“Uh…Batman. I may or may not have taken the Batmobile on a joyride Thursday night.”

You stifled a laugh, “You really like to piss him off don’t you.”

“What can I say, it’s a gift.”

“One he probably would like to return.”

“Yeah.” Red Hood hung his head and walked over to the kitchen, in search of hot chocolate.

“Wow, alright. Struck a chord there. Wanna tell me what’s up Red?”

“I don’t need you to be my therapist, Y/N.”

“Okay, not trying to be. I know it’s probably strange for you…but generally when people care about someone, they do like to know what’s going on in their life. Including the shitty parts. Oh, and the hot chocolate ran out about two hours ago.”

He huffed and began stalking back towards the window when you grabbed his wrist. “Uh huh, buddy. One, it is 3 in the morning, I don’t care if you are the Red freaking Hood, you aren’t going home this late. Two, you DEFINITELY aren’t going home at 3 in the morning when you are this upset.”

“I’ve left your apartment later than 3 before.”

“Yeah, well I wasn’t awake to stop you so…now I am. Sit your ass down.”

“I could easily get passed you and leave you know.” He mumbled as he stumbled over to the couch.

“Yeah yeah, big tough masked man here.” You followed him to the couch, “What color even ARE your eyes?”

“Really, Y/N/N, really?”

“Well if you won’t tell me your damn name and I have to try and describe you to the police one night when you vanish off the face of the earth…it would be nice to have accurate information.”

“Jason.” He took off the red helmet, “Jason Todd,” and then the domino mask. You couldn’t form any words, you just sat there staring at him, mouth agape. Not because you knew who this person was, after all you were not native to the city and the rest of the world tended to sleep on the craziness that was Gotham City, but because after all this time he so nonchalantly revealed his identity. You figured he would have to be dead or on his dead bed. By the time you got over the shock of the reveal you got lost in his eyes. They were the most intense steel blue eyes you had ever seen. Impossibly blue. Could this man look more perfect, what the actual fuck.

“Uhm, Y/N/N? You good.”

You shook yourself out of your own mind, “Your eyes are like impossibly blue. You had to show off the jawline, but not those? Red, you are focused on the wrong attribute.” With that Jason’s mouth turned upwards as he doubled over laughing. You rose from your spot on the couch and waved your hand as you made your way to the bedroom. “I don’t lie and I better wake up to an amazing breakfast after the heart attack you gave me tonight.”

You did and Jason spent the entire day at your apartment, he said it was to make up for the time he lost on stakeout, but you didn’t really care about the reason.

“Alright, I’m going to let you get some sleep so you can deal with the crazy people tomorrow.” He finally said while getting off the couch.

“They aren’t crazy.”

“Sure Y/N/N. Normal people go to an asylum.”

You shrugged, “But what is normal?”

“No fun, that’s for sure.” Jason made his way to the window.

“You know, you can use the door…like a normal person.”

“If people saw the Red Hood walking out of your front door, what ever would they say?”

“One, like I care what they say. Two, I guess you’ll just have to keep some boring old civilian clothes here then.”

“Only if I can bring along a toothbrush too.”

“Deal.” You got off the couch and headed towards your bedroom, when you felt his hand grab your wrist and spin you towards him.

“Good, because I finally found a reality that I don’t ever want to lose.” Jason mumbled just before his lips crashed into yours.

[avengerdragoness]

For The Better Pt. 1 [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/n: So I’m not exactly sure where this idea sprang from but I really love it. I think this might end up being around 3 parts. I’d love your guys reactions to it and if you look forward to any future parts. I do warn this is over 2000 words so prepare yourself lol. I really hope you loves enjoy, and I’d love your opinions.

Part 2 - Part 3

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, breast cancer, homelessness ____

When you first met Jason. You knew he was the one. There was just something about him that drew you to him. This suffering, broken man, that had probably the hardest life story you’ve ever heard. This man was your soulmate. And no, not as someone to fix or to pity. This was someone you were meant to love and support. This man would become your everything.

So, here you were, three years strong and not a single waiver in your love from him or his for you. He was doing far better emotionally, there were still tense moments with his family, but overall they’re on good terms.

Everything was good. It felt perfect. It was stable, for once.

Due to his night time activities, you never were really surprised with what he brought through the door, or window. Whether it be a broken bone, or fresh bullet wound. There you stood with first aid kit in hand and Alfred on speed-dial incase it was a little past your medical abilities.

Though you were surprised at what he brought in right in the middle of a wednesday afternoon. A teenager…

“Uh” You quirked an eyebrow, staring at the kid in ragged clothing and grime on his face. Sitting in your living room with a cup of tea in one hand and a book in the other. Setting them both aside you eyed your boyfriend. “Jay, hun, who’s this?” Standing to walk to be in front of them.

Jason rubbed the back of his neck. “This is Eli, um, I met him at the corner store while he was trying to sneak a bag of chips in his coat pocket. I stopped him, and invited him for dinner.”

Eli didn’t meet your eyes, just kept his eyes trained on his shoes. Your expression softened, looking the kid up and down. His sandy hair was shaggy and his clothes hung off his figure. The kid was skin and bones. He was just like Jason, well like Jason before he died. When he was a street kid.

“Well” You stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder. His eyes looked up to meet yours, and you smiled. “You must be starving. How about Jason gets dinner on and we get you cleaned up, hm?”

He smiled, appreciatively. “T-thank you Mrs. Todd” You blushed at him calling you mrs. but simply smiled again. “No need for that, ‘[F/n]’ is just fine. Now come on, I know we can find something to fit you.” Gently leading him to the bedroom. You looked through some of Jason’s old clothes. Finding a pair of jeans and a long sleeve black shirt he had long stopped wearing before showing him to the bathroom.

You got the shower running for him and told him to use whatever soap he liked before setting out a towel and putting a new toothbrush on the counter for him before leaving to give him privacy.

Returning to the kitchen to find Jason making patties for cheese burgers. “Pocketing chips huh?”

Jason turned and saw you walking up beside him. Smiling when you stopped next to him, a hand slipping into his back pocket as you took your place at his side. “Yeah, I just… That kid’s withering away. I couldn’t turn my back on him, that happened to me--” He stopped mid-sentence and tried to abandon his words.

But you knew exactly what he was going to say. “It happened to you too many times.” Finishing his thought. “He seems like a sweet kid. What’s his story?”

Sighing Jason continued with the food. “His mother passed away of Breast Cancer, his dad was an asshole who drank himself to death but didn’t hesitate to take out his anger on him. Just like Gotham the foster system failed him and he’s been on the street for 4 years.”

Your eyes widened, “Four years?! How old is he?”

“Only 15” Jason answered as he moved to wash his hands. “I don’t know what to do [F/n], I can’t just let this kid walk back out into the streets to starve.” He wiped his hands off on a towel.

Your expression softened, you could see the frustration in his demeanor. No matter how much he denied it, you could read him like a book. You know every one of his tells, and right now his shoulders were tense and his hands were tight on the towel.

Walking up to him, you removed the towel from his hands and hung it back up on the stove before running your hands on his shoulders and chest in an attempt to get him to relax. “Jason, babe, why has this got you so worked up? I know you do everything you can to help street kids as both Jason Todd and Red Hood, but what’s making this kid different?”

To be honest, you already knew the answer, but he needed to say it. Jason sighed and looked down at you. “He...He’s me. I see myself in him, but there’s no Bruce coming out of the shadows to take him in. I want to help him, but I don’t know how to.”

Your hands slid up to where your arms would wrap around his neck. “Jason, you can’t put so much pressure on yourself. This kid, he’s sweet but he’s not your responsibility.”

Jason’s hands rested on your waist while his forehead pressed against yours, “What if I want him to be?” Immediately your head pulled away from his a little. “What?”

He avoided your eyes as he rubbed your sides, “I want to help him. I want to give him a good life.”

“Y-you want us to adopt him? Jason, we aren’t even married yet.” You pulled away from him a little more. He sighed and nodded, “I know. I just… I can’t let this kid go [F/n].” Finally you pulled away completely and ran a hand through your hair, the other setting on your hip. “Jason, I… I’m not ready to be someone’s mom.”

“[F/n] please. Don’t make me abandon this kid.” He begged. “Please, just think about it.”

You looked back up into his eyes, seeing the sincerity in them. Sighing you rubbed your forehead. “We’ll give him a place to sleep for the night. We can talk more about this after dinner and I talk to him more. But for now it’s just tonight.” Saying as your arm on your head fell to your side.

Jason stepped forward and cupped your face in his hands, “That’s all I’m asking.” His head shaking as he spoke. “Okay” You answered and he kissed your forehead. “Thank you for the chance baby.”

You smiled, feeling his lips on your forehead. “Yeah yeah. Can I have a real kiss now?” He chuckled before meeting his lips to yours. You smiled as one arm wrapped around his neck and your other hand rested on his face. “I love you Jaybabe, okay?” He nodded and pressed his forehead to yours. “I love you too doll.”

Your moment was interrupted by a silent voice being cleared. Looking over, Eli was standing in the threshold to the kitchen. The clothes fit in a sense but hung off his skin due to his malnutrition. “I-I’m sorry, am I interrupting?”

You shook your head and stepped away from Jason. “No Eli, you’re okay.”

Jason smiled when seeing his clothes on the boy’s figure. He noticed how they were a little baggy but didn’t make it known he noticed. “Lookin good kid.”

Eli smiled and looked down at the fresh clothes. “Thank you for this sir.” Jason chuckled and shook his head. “How many times do I have to tell you to call me Jason?” He rubbed his arm. “I’m sorry.” Jason waved it off, “Don’t sweat it kid. I was just about to start making these.” He gestured to the uncooked burgers.

Eli perked up when he saw the food being prepared. His mouth was already watering. “Can.. Can I..?” He trailed off. Jason’s brows furrowed, not sure what the kid was asking.

Though you understood, “Jase how about you give him a little lesson?”

Grinning Jason looked at the kid. “Wanna learn kid?” Eli smiled and nodded eagerly. Walking over when Jason gestured for him to follow. You stayed for a few minutes, watching Jason explain how to make and season the patties, then how to cook them.

Though the cook talk began to bore you causing your retreat back to your unfinished book and cold cup of tea. Exhaling, you sat back down in your seat and continued your book until it was time for dinner.

After about an hour and a half, Jason poked his head into the living room. “Hey babe, food’s ready.” Your eyes looked up from the page you were reading. Seeing a content looking Jason watching you. Smiling, you set the book aside and stood up to follow him into the kitchen.

Grinning as your arms wrapped around his waist as you walked. Though your smile dropped at the sound of a pan falling and a yelp. Immediately you both sprinted into the kitchen. Finding Eli clutching his hand and a pan of french fries on the ground. “I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He profusely apologized while you both hurried over to him.

He flinched, “P-please don’t hurt me.” He whimpered and turned his face away from you. His brown hair blocking his face.

You and Jason exchanged a look, and your expressions softened. Carefully you approached him, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. He jolted but didn’t retreat. “Here, let me see the burn.” Saying gently as your other hand was extended. He looked over cautiously, his eyes meeting yours. Carefully, you took his hand and examined it. It was a decently bad burn, looking over your shoulder at Jason, he knew to go get the first aid kit and exited the kitchen.

“I-I’m sorry. I ruined the food and now it’s wasted. I’m so stupid.” He mumbled and you shook your head. “Hey kid it’s okay. It was an accident, no harm done. I’m more worried about this burn than the fries okay?”

He looked at you a little confused. He’d never been shown such kindness and wasn’t sure how to respond as Jason returned with the first aid kit.

Your experienced hands took care of the burn while Jason cleaned up the small mess. Eli was still apologizing and you constantly told him that it was okay and not that big of a deal.

Once he was bandaged up and the mess was clean, you all sat down to eat. You were seated beside Jason as Eli was across from him.

When Eli took the first bite of the burger, he immediately relaxed. “I’ve never tasted anything so delicious.” He said as he kept taking bites out of the burger. “Whoa, whoa, slow down.” Jason chuckled. “You’re going to get yourself sick, it’s not going anywhere.”

Eli blushed and nodded, “Sorry.”

You smiled, “You don’t have to keep apologizing Eli.” He looked at you and shifted “So----” He went to apologize again but stopped himself.

The rest of the time eating, you made conversation with him and got to know Eli a bit more. He told you about his past troubles. But he loved talking about his mother. Before losing her, he had a good life. It wasn’t full of shiny or expensive things, but he had a mother that’d do anything for him.

During dinner, you grew to like the boy more and more. Eventually you were just sitting there talking. It was nice, eventually your hand slipped into Jason’s and you leaned on his shoulder. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

Eli smiled, “How long have you both been in love?” He asked out of the blue.

You blushed a little before looking up at Jason who smiled down at you. Who answered “Three years. Since the day I met her.” A smile grew on your face while you leaned up to kiss him. The grin never faltering off your lips.

Eli beamed as you hugged Jason’s arm after kissing him. But he sighed and rubbed his hands together in his lap. “I-I should probably go…” He stood but you shook your head. “Oh no you don’t. We’re not letting you sleep out in that cold tonight. We have a guest room you can crash in tonight.”

“N-no, I don’t want to be a burden.” He shook his head.

Jason chuckled, “No use arguing, she’s the most stubborn person I know. If you want the bed tonight, it’s yours kid.”

Eli thought for a moment before scratching his arm. “A-are you sure?”

“Positive” You smiled. Eli stared at you as tears sprung to his eyes and his lip quivered. Immediately he walked around the table and hugged you. His face burying in your neck. “Thank you so so much”

At first you were taken off guard by the hug but you did return it, rubbing his back. “No problem kid.”

When he pulled away, Jason also got a hug. Which he returned a bit awkwardly. Once he pulled away, Jason took him to get him some clothes to sleep in while you cleared the table. When finished with the dishes you walked into the guest bedroom, seeing Jason sitting beside Eli. Holding a book in his hand, he read the page as Eli’s eyes watched eagerly.

Not wanting to interrupt you retreated from your position outside of the door and headed to your bedroom. Preparing for bed yourself. After about a half hour, Jason entered the room. “He asleep?” You asked while setting your phone on the bedside table.

Jason nodded and pulled off his shirt as he looked through the dresser to find sweatpants to sleep in. Once he was changed he climbed into bed beside you, and slipped his arm around your waist. Loving your little squeal as he pulled you closer to him. Sighing as he looked in your eyes.

You smiled and cupped his face in your hands. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He cracked a smile and shrugged. “I’m just so lucky to have you. To have someone who pulled me out of the dark place I was in. I know you said that you’re not ready to be a mom but, [F/n] that kid needs someone. He barely knows how to read.”

You sighed as your thumbs caressed his cheekbones. “You really care about that kid huh?” He nodded as your expression softened. “Okay I’m not saying we’re going to adopt him. But I can live with fostering him until we can find him somewhere safe to go. But on two conditions.”

“Name ‘em” He answered.

You kept his face in your hands. “We get the League’s help with tracking him down a home.” Jason nodded, “Done.” But you covered his lips with your finger, “And, we ask for Bruce’s help with expenses. Jason we can’t afford a kid let alone a teenager right now, and we’ll need help keeping up with his needs.” Jason was a bit more reluctant to this proposal but nonetheless agreed to your conditions.

After a couple ‘thank you’s and multiple kisses from your boyfriend, you settled into him to get some sleep. Exhausted from this emotion and surprise filled day. Imagining the look on Eli’s face when you tell him that he’s not going anywhere in the morning and is stuck with them until they can find him somewhere safe to go.

You squeezed Jason a little tighter and grinned as you thought. ‘We’re about to change this kid’s life. But for the better.’

[pedroscurls]

Title: Let Me Make it Up to You

@warriorqueen1991 requested: Could u do a fic where Jason’s girl gets freaked out cuz her house is almost broken into she’s all shaken up so when Jason shows up and opens the door completely unaware, she smashes a vase over his head lol feeling awful she explains what happened apologizing repeatedly while patching him up extremely fluffy, a little funny, and of course smutty cuz the reader wants to make it up to him in the best way ;)

Character(s): Jason and Reader Summary: You were waiting for Jason to come home when you heard someone trying to pick the lock. Leaving your bedroom to check on the noise, you see someone dressed in all black and a ski-mask to cover their faces with an opened bag. Managing to scare them away, you are obviously shaken up when Jason decided to walk in. Thinking it was the burglar, you grab a vase and smash it over his head, realizing that it was Jason that you had just hurt.  Word Count: 1,941 Warning: Oral! (Giving to Jason, bc come on, who wouldn’t?) Author’s Note: I am an absolute sucker for writing Jason Crouse. I love him. I love the character. I love how hot he fucking is. Anyway, thank you @warriorqueen1991 for this request! It’s completely different and it was so much fun to write! I hope you enjoy! :-)

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You were preparing a bath for a quiet night in when you heard someone picking at the lock of the front door. You assumed it was Jason deciding to come home early despite what he said about staying late, so you wrapped a robe around yourself and walked towards the door.

Behind the shelves of books, you noticed the door swinging open with a man dressed in all black and a ski-mask to cover his face. He held open a duffle bag and began to grab any items he deemed necessary and worthy.

“Hey! Get out of my house or I’m calling the police!” you yelled, startling the burglar.

The man looked stunned, even behind the mask. He dropped the bag and immediately left the apartment, causing you to run towards the door and lock it securely. You bit your lower lip, sending Jason a quick text in hopes that he would come home.

You remained in the living room with a small vase in your hand. You didn’t want to call the police, especially since nothing had happened aside from the break-in. You were sure that the burglar wouldn’t come back now that you were aware of him, but that didn’t mean you weren’t afraid.

A few hours passed and when you heard the same picking of the lock, you sprang to your feet and walked to the door. Hiding behind it when it swung open, you noticed the dark figure enter your home. Without any thought, you raised your arms in the air before slamming the small vase on top of the man’s head, watching as he fell to the ground.

You looked down at him, widening your eyes when you noticed it was Jason. “Oh my god! Jason!”

He was groaning at the pain, bringing his hands to his throbbing head. You immediately shut the door and locked it once more before running to the kitchen for a bag of ice and the first aid kit that you kept.

“What the hell was that, [Y/N]?” Jason mumbled, slowly sitting up as he rested a hand on the floor, feeling the shards of glass prick his skin. “Fuck!”

You kneeled next to him, taking his hand and wincing at the sight. “I’m so sorry… I just – Someone tried to break in and I freaked out. I thought he came back…”

Jason groaned, shutting his eyes as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against your neck. “Why didn’t you call? Did you notify the police?”

“N – No… Jason, please, we need to fix you up. Can you stand?”

He nodded, standing slowly and walking towards the couch. Once he sat down, Jason groaned and rested the back of his head against the couch. “What the hell did you smash over my head?”

“A vase…” you sighed, guilt lacing your voice. You cleaned up the shards of glass and threw it in the trash before sitting on the coffee table in front of Jason. You reached forward to touch his temple, noticing the small cut. “I’m sorry…”

Jason sighed, “As soon as you’re done, we’re notifying the police.”

You nodded, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. “I love you though, okay?”

Jason opened his eyes to look at you, arching a brow. “Hey… It’s okay. It was an accident. Besides, a small vase, baby? Really?”

“It was the only thing I thought of holding…”

He noticed the look in your eyes before he leaned forward to peck your lips. “How about you patch me up first and then we can get to talking about why you thought a small vase would do some damage?”

You narrowed your eyes, gently poking his side. “Don’t make fun of me.”

He chuckled, wincing immediately when he felt the peroxide clean at his cut. “Ouch… Okay, okay.”

You bit your lower lip as you continued to clean his cut, placing a small bandage over it. You then grabbed his hand and began to clean the large cut from the shard of glass. You felt tears sting your eyes before Jason’s free hand hooked a finger under your chin when he heard you sniffle.

“What’s going on, [Y/N]?”

“I just – I hurt you…”

“Hey… It was an accident.”

“I know, but you look all banged up.”

“Then I suppose you need to do a better job at cleaning me up, huh?” he grinned.

You pouted, setting the first aid kit down onto the table. You looked down at your lap, still obviously shaken up at the sight of the burglar before Jason pulled you onto his lap carefully.

“You know what can help me feel better?” he asked.

“Nothing. Nothing will make you feel better,” you sighed.

“How about you give me a kiss? That always seems to melt all my problems away.”

You blushed, looking into his eyes. “A kiss won’t make those cuts disappear. It certainly won’t change the fact that I smashed a vase over your head.”

“Small vase,” he corrected.

“A vase nonetheless.”

Jason sighed, pecking your lips lightly. You pulled away, resting your cheek against his shoulder as his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. “I’ll just take some Tylenol and the pain will be gone. It’s not a big deal.”

“Jason, someone broke into our home and I thought he came back, so I smashed a vase over your head thinking it was him. It is a big deal.”

“Well, at least I know you can defend yourself,” he chuckled.

“Jason, this isn’t funny.”

“What? I’m sorry. I’m just trying to make you understand that it’s all right. I’ll be fine. I’m still here.”

You stood from his lap, grabbing the first aid kit to place it where it belonged. Afterwards, you walked back to the living room to see that Jason had taken his shoes off and turned the television on. He seemed much more relaxed now and despite the countless apologies, you knew you had to make it up to him somehow.

Hesitantly, you removed your robe and walked to stand in front of him. When Jason looked up to see your naked form, he cleared his throat and let his eyes rake over your exposed front.

“[Y/N]?”

“Shh…” you mumbled, immediately dropping to your knees in front of him.

Jason cleared his throat, furrowing a brow at you. When he felt your hands rake up his legs, he shifted immediately, moving closer and closer to your touch. “What are you –”

“Let me make it up to you the only way I know how, Jason…”

“Baby, I’m fine, you know that righ – Fuck…” he groaned, watching as you leaned forward to run your lips across his growing bulge from underneath his black slacks.

You grinned, parting your lips as your hands moved to the button and zipper of his pants. Your lips moved along his growing length, looking up at him once his head fell back against the couch.

After undoing the button on his pants and unzipping it to relieve some pressure, you wasted no time in tugging it down to his ankles. You could make out the outline of his member from beneath his boxers and suddenly, there was a hunger you didn’t know you needed.

You abruptly slid down his boxers and watched as his member bounced against the fabric before resting against his lower abdomen. Jason’s girth would always take you by surprise. He was much bigger than your previous boyfriends and he definitely knew how to pleasure a woman.

Jason removed his shirt, grunting as you placed kisses along his thighs, inching closer to his throbbing member. “Baby, you don’t have to do this… I’m fine.”

You looked up at him and arched a brow, “I know, but I want a taste of you.”

You grasped his member and began running your soft lips against the underside of it, running your fingertips over his leaking tip. Jason groaned, shutting his eyes as his hands moved to hold your hair back and away from your face.

You smiled at his reaction, pressing your hands to his thighs. You stuck your tongue out and ran it up and down his member, paying close attention to his tip as you wrapped your lips around it for a moment. He groaned, shifting his hips impatiently.

Sliding your tongue back down his dick, you wrapped your lips around his sack and caressed it with your mouth. Jason’s grip around your hair tightened, staring down at you with hooded eyes.

Finally, you held his member in a grasp, stroking him slowly. Wrapping your lips around the head of his member, you stroked him in sync with the bobbing of your head. Jason always made sure that you were the first to come whenever you two had sex, but this time, you wanted to change it up.

Jason always insisted that your pleasure came first, so giving him this attention was a long time coming.

Jason groaned, watching as your hand stroked the half your mouth couldn’t cover. His dick was slick with your saliva and he felt himself push deeper and deeper within your tiny mouth with each time you came down.

You moved your hand away from his manhood and used only your lips, hollowing your cheeks to apply pressure to his cock. You felt the vein on his dick throb against your lips, continuing to bob your head rapidly along him.

“Shit,” he moaned, pulling your hair back to pull your mouth away from him. You shook your head and pressed his hips into the cushion of the mattress before taking a deep breath.

Then, you wrapped your lips around his tip once more and lowered yourself until the hair at his base tickled your nose. You gagged quietly against him, causing him to raise his hips for you to take him deeper.

When you pulled back, Jason smirked down at you before sitting up and pressing your head back down onto his cock. “Mm, you’ve been hiding this talent from me?”

You couldn’t respond. Jason was slamming your head gently against his cock repeatedly, causing you to gag with each time you felt his tip at the back of your throat. You could feel that he was getting close since his movements were becoming faster.

When Jason released the tight hold on your hair, you used both your hands to stroke him while your lips did the rest. You kept your eyes focused on him, increasing the speed of your ministrations. Jason groaned, shutting his eyes as he leaned back against the couch.

“[Y/N]… I’m close…” he moaned, moving one hand to grip the couch.

At his admission, you quickened your pace. You moved your hands away to take him completely, gagging once more and pulling back. Jason felt his abdomen tighten, trying to pull you away before he could release.

You shook your head, continuing your movements. Jason took the hint and abruptly pushed forward into your mouth before releasing. You grinned, swallowing it immediately. You pulled back to and lapped at the leftover sticky liquid, cleaning his member with your mouth.

Jason shuddered, stroking your hair back. You released his member and he groaned, feeling it slowly turn back to its flaccid state. You stood up, licking your lips and sitting next to him before he grasped your hips and turned to lie you on your back as he hovered above you.

“Now that I know you’re good with your mouth, I’m going to be wanting more in the near future,” he winked.

You giggled, “I’d be happy to rectify this moment with you anytime.”

“Good. Now, let me have my dessert.”