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Jason “teach me your language. i may not be native to your homeland, but let me belong; let me be native to you,” Todd

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Cheating Remedy- Bruce Wayne x f!reader

a/n: got a totally of three 'drop that fic please' which is two more than i asked for so it will be exactly what i'll do. I'd like to just say two things: bleeding season core, and I also love Bruce I swear i'm not a sadistic bitch. Not in this way at least. Anyways if you liked this please let me know, makes me feel better. enjoy :)

Content warnings: cheating mentioned, sub!bruce, dom! f!reader, p with plot...?,no beta i die like jason, so much bullying, verbal degradation, so much begging humiliation kink for days, my god porn guys, cliche as hell.

!!!nat blabs content warning read here!!!

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You stare at the TV wordlessly, the screen frozen on the image of Bruce and Selina; his arm wrapped tightly around her waist, pulled close to him, their foreheads pressed together with bright smiles plastered on their faces.

"Trouble in paradise? bruce wayne spotted with ex"

"Gotham's favourite couple spotted"

"Bruce wayne recently engaged having second thoughts?"

You pressed your lips together into a hard line, frowning at the screen. "Gothams favourite couple my ass" you muttered, standing up from the sofa. If this was how bruce wanted to play, you werent gonna take it standing down.

You turned on your heel storming into your room, wordlessly packing and leaving after a sad but brief chat with Alfred. You pried open the large doors, turning back for a moment to take in the large expanse of the entrance, an entrance you once loved, before turning away and letting the door slam shut.

You were free.

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You left, calling off the engagement with your departure. You left Gotham finding home in Bludhaven, the offer of a really good paying job in a well known firm and soon you managed to start working again, dead set on putting the past into the back of your mind. And it worked, for a good few months.

But of course trouble came to find you.

Hard repetitive reps against your door had you pulling yourself off your couch, curious as to who could be knocking on your door, prying it open

"fuck"

Your heart sank as you recognized the figure on sight.

"What do you want?" You snapped, crossing your arms and blocking off the doorway.

Bruce stood at the door, uncharacteristically disheveled, "can i come in?"

"Fuck no" you scoffed out, almost impressed by the sheer audacity.

"Please" Bruce pleaded, eyes heavy with desperation, his hair a mess starkly contrasting his clean shaven look you had seen months ago. "I just- i want to see you"

"See me?" You narrowed your eyes suspiciously at him before letting out an exhausted sigh, gesturing at yourself, "we'll youre seeing me right now arent you? I'm fine. Now leave i want nothing to do with you-" you snarkily commented, almost successfully closing the door if not for his foot promptly shooting out and stopping it

"Please, please i'll" Bruce's voice rose, pleading "i'll stay out here all night please. I just. I messed up, I want to apologize properly and-" he babbled on, getting more distraught by the minute.

"Shut. Up." You seethed "stop yelling my neighbors are nosy just" you sighed loudly and stepping aside, "get in. now"

Bruce was caught off guard by your unexpected invitation, but he was greatful nonetheless, stepping across the doorway and entering your flat silently. You slammed the door shut, turning to him as you locked the door, gesturing to the couch, "sit"

Bruce obeyed, sitting down on the arm chair. His gaze followed you as you sat onto the plush sofa, crossing your legs and glaring at him. The silence in the room was defeaning, filled by the quiet breeze from your slightly opened window.

"So what else do you want to say huh? Sorry? Is that all you can muster?"

"No, well yes, I came here to apologize, but i also...i just wanted to see you"

"Okay"

"Please dont be like this"

"Like what?"

"So...so cold towards me, youre acting like a goddamn statue"

"Your were just like this to me too" you raised a brow, "remember?"

"That's different I-"

You crossed your arms defiantly

Bruce's expression faltered, sighing heavily "dont act like a child now its-"

"Dont you dare finish that sentence" you cut in, "and me? Acting like a child? Fuck you wayne."

"Youre not listening to what im saying"

"Oh yea?" You stood up, moving toward his sat form, "what do you wanna say? Say it" you leaned down towards him, "say it to my face"

Bruce looked up at you, taking in your confrontational stance. He was silent for a moment, taking a sharp moment of breath before blurting out, "i miss you. So much"

You paused, arms twitching slightly in their crossed position. Bruce took the moment of weakness to stand up, towering over you, " I know i don't have a right to say this to you" he whispered out, "not like this anyways" He gently slips his hands around your waist, "baby I miss you so god damn much I have to say it"

You glared at him, not responding to his touch but not flinching away. A good sign, hed thought.

"Gosh you look at me with so much disdain"

"Yea well its hard to find love when the man you thought you were gonna settle with pulls shit like this"

"Im- baby i'm just-"

"Dont baby me. Stop with the excuses, im so tired of excuses"

"Im not making excuses im just trying to explain things from my perspective-"

"And i dont wanna hear it."

"- and that i still love you. I- i love you so much and i screwed up-"

"You still love me?"

Bruce was taken aback by the emptiness of your voice yet he stood his ground, "yes. I still love you" his tone firm as if trying to make you see the sincerity in his voice

"Prove it"

"What- how"

You reached you hand out, motioning for his phone. He handed you his phone wordlessly, and you flicked through it, opening selina's contact before passing it back to him , "delete it. All of it"

"Done" came his immediate reply, a flurry of movements deleting just as you had instructed, before handing the phone back to you as proof. You were almost impressed. Almost

"Anything else?" he asked

"You dont have like. A secret phone right?"

"No"

You hummed, "so no more Selina"

Bruce nodded, "Never again. i love YOU okay I-I-"

"No more cheating" you cut in

Bruce grit his teeth, nodding as he speaks, "never again"

"No more whatever this shit is"

He nodded "no more bullshit just you. Only you baby you-"

You sighed loudly, rubbing your forehead as Bruce pulled you into his arms, tightly holding onto you. You let him, because as much as you were upset and refusing to admit, you missed him just as much. He buries his face into the crook of your shoulder, breathing in your scent. It had been too long.

"Im still upset"

"I know you are" his muffled reply came out, "you have every right to be"

"Youre an idiot"

"I am an idiot." He repeated back, "an idiot who hurt the love of his life"

"Youre an idiot" you repeated.

Bruce's grip tightened around you, his breathing ragged as he tried to keep it together. He could hear the anger in your voice; and it absolutely shattered him, "im so sorry, I am. I am an idiot"

You batted him, palms out against his chest, "i cried so much you stupid man. Stupid. Man"

Bruce took your hits, not trying to defend himself. If anything the words coming out of your mouth hurt him more than the hits did. " i know darling. Im so sorry. So so sorry" he murmured, clinging onto you. He pulled back eventually, holding you at arms length. He had so much to say, so much to do. He just wanted to kiss you, pick you and whisk you back to the manor, mark you. But he knew he couldn't. Not yet.

"I dont know how- how to do this" he stammered out, voice strained, "how can i get you to forgive me?"

"You'll never get my forgiveness" you reply almost immediately, voice leaving no space for arguments, "i will never forgive you"

Bruce's eyes widened, panic creeping up on him as he heard your cold words. He let out a shaky breath, his arms still wrapped around you, almost in a death grip. He wanted to say something, to argue, to convince you to forgive him, but he knew. He knew you well enough to know that when you said something, you'd stick to it. So what would he do-

"But"

Bruce's eyes darted across your facr, trying to get a read on your expression, "but?"

You grin, "i also realized something: why let a pussy like Selina lead my man by the tail when I can grab him by the neck and put him in his place?"

Bruce stared at you, mouth agape. He knew you cussed a lot, but hearing such a filthy word come out of your mouth so casually was really really hot.

"Oh-" he let out dumbly.

"Oh indeed" you hummed, "i'm not gonna be like the woman you thought i was Bruce. You lost that opportunity when you started thinking too hard with your cock"

Realization dawned on him. He'd lost alot of you; your trust, your affection, your love. All because of his choices. Yet by god's favor you were here willing to give him a chance to fix things. You pulled his grasp off your waist, hand slowly trailing up to his shoulder before roughly shoving him down onto his knees. Taken by surprise, Bruce's towering body obeyed, dropping onto his knees.

"If the world let me have it my way i'd keep you like this" you whispered out, hand trailing up his neck, fingertips brushing against his defined jawline, disconnecting at his chin.

Whatever the hell this was; its new and exciting. Being in your mercy? He was practically vibrating from pleasure.

"Its a pity really" you sighed, fingers threading into his hair before tugging his head up to stare at you. "You look nice like this. Quiet and at my feet." you cooed out.

Bruce's breath stuttered as you forced his head up, hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. Your tone was taking him off guard, but in the best way. He let out a shaky exhale as you held his hair firmly, the tugging of your scalp sending a low shiver down his spine. You watched him squirm, a dark sense of satisfaction bubbling within, "you filthy fucking piece of shit, getting off to something like this. Why do i let you enjoy yourself? You most certainly don't deserve it" you spat out, letting go of his hair. You took pride in the way he wobbled, dazed with arousal as you moved to sit down infront of him on the couch. His eyes still fixed on you, trying to regain some form of composure.

"You don't-"

"Huh thats interesting" you glared down at him, grabbing his face and striking him hard, "i don't remember asking for your opinion."

He whined, head turning sharply and the soft sting of the slap sending thrills down his spine as he gripped the carpeted floor; hoping to keep his composure and failing to maintain any some semblance of the man he was.

"Are you gonna be a good boy and talk only when i ask you to?"

Bruce's body shivered. Good boy.... Yes i'll be a good boy.

"Yes-" He swallowed heavily, face flushed from the sheer embarrassment he felt. Its okay though, he did deserve it.

"Good" you purred out, shuffling over to lean towards his hunched form, trailing a hand along his jaw and sighing, "I was liking my job here. I had good friends and co workers" you sighed deeply, "and then you come along and ruin it for me. what do you say hm?" you tapped his cheek haughtily. His eyes fluttered close as you touched his face, trying to focus on the feeling of your hand against his skin. But your words sunk in, and even in this situation, he knew better than to not answer you, even if the question sounded rhetorical.

"I'm sorry" he mumbled, his voice low and strained as he looked up at you.

"Louder"

"Im- I'm sorry please forgive me" he repeated louder, almost relieved at the way you smiled. Almost.

"Thats what i like to hear..." you hummed, slapping him again, "im gonna need to hear that more often yea?"

Bruce barely felt the pain that followed, too overwhelmed by everything you were doing to him. The need to submit to you; as humiliating as it was, completely and utterly at your mercy. He nodded enthusiastically, unsure of what the question you asked, just knowing that you asked a question, and he had to answer.

"Good boy" you cooed, grinning, "here's a reward" you tilted his head up to look up to you; dazed when instead of your palm, he felt your lips pressed against his, and all he could do was groan desperately into the kiss. Teeth clashing, tongue fucking make out had his body thrumming with need and he reached out to grab onto you, wanting to feel you close.

That's where he fucked up.

You pulled away, tugging his hand away before slapping him again, "did i say you could touch? So fucking annoying. you ruined it". Bruce took the slap without complaint yet again. He almost groaned, the stinging now fueling the need that was already building up inside him. He took in shaky breath, looking up at you with wide eyes full of submission and lust, "No ma'am...sorry ma'am" he said softly, not even bothering to defend himself.

"Right" your voice laced with disgust, "don't fuckin touch me unless i let you"

"Yes ma'am. Sorry ma'am"

"At least youre learning...but you fucked up, you need to learn your lesson" you scolded, sliding off of your shorts to reveal your bare cunt on display. His eyes widened greedy with evident excitement, every last thought thrown out the window. Your name? His name? all forgotten. The only thing he could do was see and smell you, and that was more than enough. If only he could-

"Hungry?"

Bruce perked up, nodding immediately, "yes ma'am" his voice thick with arousal, like a man dying for a taste. And he was.

"Eat" you curtly ordered and without another word, pressed your dripping cunt right up against his face, legs wrapped around his head and fingers tangled into his hair for leverage.

Bruce was in heaven, and he did as instructed, lapping away at your hole. His teeth grazed your clit and the shiver you let out fueled his need, moaning against your pussy as he continued slurping. Tongue dipping in and out between circling around the tight bud nestled above. He was trying his best, yearning for you to call out and say he was good. Every time you tugged at his hair and moaned he basked in the joy, enthusiastically licking up the juices that dripped out.

"Youre gonna be so good for me yea?" You panted out, shuddering from pleasure. Of course the fuckboy would be good at eating pussy. "Gonna sit here all day and wait for me, and then eat me out all I want yea? Ride your face till you suffocate" you grit out, moaning as he brushed against your clit, "bet you'd like that you disgusting pervert"

Bruce let out a deep guttural moan against you, desperately nodding. He would be good for you. He would do anything you wanted. Nothing mattered but you. not to him, not at this moment. He wanted to be good for you, to be of use to you. "yes ma'am" his muffled voice against your cunt making you squirm. You were so close.

"fuck, baby, fuck im gonna-"

Bruce worked harder, somehow managing to move his tounge faster; swirling and biting and licking desperately wanting you to cum all over his face. He could feel you tensing up under his grasp and he couldn't help it, pushing you over the edge with a harsh bite on your clit.

Blinding white pure estacy filled your senses, yanking Bruce's face even closer to your squirming cunt as your orgasm took over. Thighs clenching around his head holding him as you grind down, riding out your high on his face. Bruce was ready to die like that; face buried deep in your pussy, sweet salty cream dripping right out of your cunt into his awaiting mouth. It didnt matter that he couldn't breathe, his head was spinning, only overjoyed that you had pulled him closer and used him to cum.

You pulled his head away as you slowly came down, staring at his half lidded eyes burderned with lust flickering up to meet yours, face glossy from your cum smeared with his spit. you took in a deep shaky breath, smiling down at him.

"look at you" you hummed, "you look like a whore"

Bruce let out a soft moan, his face burning red at your words. You had been right. He was hungry, and he ate like he had been starved for months. Now he had a taste, he was ready to die a happy man, "only for you ma'am" his voice hoarse and thick with need.

"thats what I like to hear" you giggled out.

bruce let out a low moan as you ruffled his hair. Any and everything you did to touch him was felt like a jolt of electricity, adding more to the desperate need that was radiating through him right now. He just wanted more, "Please ma'am..."

"Please what?"

"Please baby" he whined desperately, "Please let me do more for you," his voice shaky.

"I need to please you ma'am" He bit back a low moan, shivering under your harsh stare.

"Oh?" you tilted your head, catching a glance of Bruce, "my cheating bastard of a fiancé needs to please me right?" your blunt words made Bruce flush even deeper; shame and guilt ridden. He looked down, unable to meet your gaze. how dare he ask to please you? it didn't matter what he wanted, it was only you. what you wanted

"Yes ma'am" Bruce muttered, let him, "Please-"

"Shut the fuck up. You're so irritating" you snapped standing up, taking a few steps to peel the door to your room open, sitting down on the bed and gesturing to him, "come"

Bruce flinched, slowly pushing himself off the floor; a loud tch stopping him.

"who said you could stand?" you asked sharply, glaring at him with a frown, "get back down you bitch. crawl"

Bruce immediately dropped back down onto his knees, the line for embarrassed had long passed. He felt humiliated. Shamed. Yet all he could think about was the need to be a good for you. to be the good boy he couldnt be when-

"are you ignoring me you pathetic slut?" your sharp voice cut through his dilemma, the dilemma he wasn't even aware he was going through, "crawl"

It was like a command, and a really important one at that. Bruce leans onto his hands, pulling himself forwards; crawling to you. Shame left his skin flaming red, regret screaming in his head yet he was still moving forward in this humiliating position. He reached you, body left between your spread thighs as he looked up, waiting for you to instruct him. To tell him what to do to prove he could be good to you.

"Get on" you patted the bed as you swung your legs on, laying on your stomach as you watch this horny, desperate whore clamber onto the bed, visibly shaking as he laid next to you waiting for your next order. You bit back a laugh. It wasn't everyday the Bruce Wayne got ordered around like a dog...playboy Bruce Wayne finally feeling how his many hookups probably had when he ordered them around like this. Now it was his turn.

"you're so needy Wayne" you scoffed rolling your eyes as you tugged down his shorts, pulling out his stiff cock, smearing the dripping pre cum all over his length "so embarrassing and so annoying. you get on my nerves. Always like a dog in heat? Gotta bury your cock into the closest cunt right? how shameful." He was hard and uncontrollably twitching; your touch not any more helpful. Bruce flinched at your words, conflicted feelings of lust at the view of your hand wrap around his cock; like he had imagined for days, and feelings of hurt at your insults. Yet, he couldn't disagree. That was how he had been behaving. You were simply putting him in his place.

You straddled his hips, pressing his head against your puffy lips, "I want to hear how sorry you are. Speak"

Bruce groaned, clutching the sheets as his breath came out in short ragged gasps, "I- I'm so sorry"

"What are you sorry for you slut"

"I'm sorry for cheating on you ma'am" he panted out, "i'm sorry for being an idiot"

"and?" you sank down slightly, taking in only the head of his cock, his mind going blank at the feelings of your heat just barely around. He had to keep going, to keep being good. Keep pleasing you.

"And-" he let out a strangled moan, " I'm sorry for making stupid decisions, thinking with my dick. I'm sorry ma'am. please"

the sound of him begging was music to your ears, but you weren't ready to give in yet. not yet. "you don't sound very sincere~" you muttered, mocking that innocent tone you usually took up with him. Bruce let out a loud desperate whine, hips trying not to buck up further. You'd punish him worser for that.

"Please! ma'am- my love. im so sorry for everything " he panted, face flushing deeper as his gaze roamed down to where the two of you were connected. so close. so. so close.

"Are you going to do it again?"

Bruce shook his head so hard you swore it would fall off, words tumbling out of his mouth in the most pathetic perfomance of begging you had witnessed. "NO! No baby I swear. I swear I wont. I'll be good for you. Just please please my love-"

"..hm. I suppose that suffices for now" you nodded, bracing your palms against his abs as you took him in; sinking down on his length all at once. It had been so long since you had been so full. So well seated...so fucked.

Bruce on the other hand had completely lost it. Watching you take him all at once, feeling your tight cunt clench around his thick cock drove him crazy. He bit down hard, trying not to bust. He knew he had to stay still and be good. Couldn't touch you, couldn't cum; completely at your mercy. You lifted yourself off slightly, beginning to set a pace, hips grinding as you slightly bounced up and down, eyes rolling to the back of your head from the spots he was hitting, "fuck-" quiet strings of curses flying out of your mouth as you continued moving.

He watched you in awe, feeling it all, taking in the way your tits bounced along with your movements, the curve of your hips he yearns to grab, instead his hands were by his side, twitching and writhing from the urge to feel you.

"you better not cum before I tell you to" you moaned softly, pace slowly picking up.

"I know-" his back arched up when you slammed down, and the surprised moan you let out made him feel just that little more pleased. " I wont finish unless you- you tell me to ma'am" he strained out.

"yea? yea you know you shameful manwhore" you spat out, grinding down and picking up the pace, maintining eye contact as you continued your mind altering pace. "slut. My bitch"

"yes. yes ma'am" was all he could managed. He had been holding himself back for minutes. Waiting for you to let him cum. Maybe she'd let you cum inside of her

"I should ban you from cumming" you hummed, "ride you until I cum and leave you here twitching and alone. And then I'll come back and do it all again..." You grinned, watching his flustered look turn even darker.

"Baby please don't do that. Please" He pleaded, tears streaming down his face as you ruthlessly fucked yourself faster and faster. "I'll do anything you want me to do" his words sputtering out of his mouth, "just please don't don't"

"then beg. Beg me to cum" you moaned out. You were so close, readjusting yourself to fuck yourself harder.

"Baby, please. Please let me cum. I promise I'll be a good boy. I won't be bad anymore please" He whined, voice cracking as his resolve did, so close to loosing it.

"fuck fuck" you muttered, "i'm gonna cum, cum with me. inside- "

you barely managed to finish your sentence, Bruce immediately taking it as a sign, lifting his hips lifting to match your pace and crying out your name as he spilled inside of you, hot cum filling you up in seconds. You felt yourself clenching onto him tightly, shivering as you came for the second time. A frothy white ring accompanying the squelch forming on the base of Bruce's cock as you continued fucking yourself through your orgasm.

The both of you shivered, trembling from the weight of your orgasms. He was completely lost in the pleasure while you, still keeping his dick in, reached to the nightstand and grasping your phone, lifting it up and snapping a photo of the freshly fucked out Bruce, glassy eyed and flushed red in humiliation.

"Hey brucie baby, tell the camera what a fucking bitch you are for me" you held the phone up, camera recording his freshly fucked look.

Bruce glanced at the camera, batting his lashes as he swipes at the base of his dick, collecting the frothy cum on his finger before sticking it into his mouth. When he cleaned off his finger, he smiled satisfied at the camera, "Im a bitch for you, ma'am"

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i miss jason todd and i want him so bad and i love him and and and and

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Happy Memories :D

Jason Todd and Dick Grayson

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Based on that little blurb you reblogged can I request the batfamily finding out that Jason has a girlfriend by him rummaging through the stuff in his pockets?

They're like dang dude what do you have in there? and it's all hair ties, lip stick, and a recipe for two 💕

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oh I love a good “Jason hides his lover from his family only for it to get revealed dramatically” fic and now thanks to you, nonnie, I get to write one!

jason todd x f!reader. warnings include canon typical injuries, sibling violence, and slight hints at the batfam’s more traumatic interactions. this is mostly a good ol’ batfam fic, because reader is only alluded to, but I really like it. sorry I made it angsty for a sec there, I just can’t resist the Dynamics™️.

Jason should’ve known better. Really, he should’ve. Taking on Killer Croc alone? A fool’s mistake, but he was just too stubborn to say yes when Bruce asked if he’d like some backup. So now here he is, loopy in the Batcave after Waylon absolutely rocked his shit.

“‘S not even that bad,” he slurs.

The fact that he trips on his own feet and nearly faceplants before Bruce catches him says otherwise.

“Sure it’s not, Jaylad. Let’s get you to the medbay,” Bruce grumbles, worry creeping into that stone cold exterior.

“I’m fine, old man. Lemme jus’ go home,” Jason whines.

He’s met with a grunt that firmly negates his request.

“You can stay in your room tonight,” Bruce says.

“Not my home. Wanna go home,” Jason mumbles as he drops onto the medbay bed.

If Bruce’s face drops a bit, if guilt and sorrow flash across his eyes? Well, Jason’s too concussed to notice. Bruce just nods and begins to assess any other injuries Croc may have left on him. When he reaches for the collar of the Kevlar top, Jason flinches away from him so hard that he slams into the wall behind him. It’s only when Bruce realizes that he’d brushed his fingers against the scar on Jason’s neck that he realizes why. His heart sinks and he can’t even look at his son. His shame doubles when he hears a trademark sigh of disappointment from behind him.

“C’mon, Littlewing. Let’s get all of this off you,” Dick says gently as he pushes past their father.

Jason doesn’t flinch when Dick starts to remove his gear. In fact, the presence of his older brother sets him at ease.

“I told ‘im I had it covered, Dickie. He didn’t fuckin’ listen,” Jason complains.

“Yeah, had it so covered you’re concussed in the family home?” Dick teases.

“What the fuck, Richard?” Jason groans before breaking out into giggles.

“How hard did Waylon hit him?” Dick jokingly asks Bruce.

“There’s no fractures, but the contusions are appearing rapidly. Jason’s lucky that’s all he got.”

Dick stares blankly at Bruce. He goes to open his mouth to retort that he was kidding, then decides it’s not worth his effort. Tim thinks it is, though.

“Wow, for a guy that’s chronically online for vigilante reasons, you still know nothing about the internet,” Tim laughs as he wanders into the medbay and flops down on the bed next to Jason’s.

Bruce ignores the teasing and catalogs all the injuries that are revealed to him as Dick strips away Jason’s tattered gear. There’s plenty of lacerations on his torso and likely some on his back. A few are deeper but nothing they’ll need to call Leslie for.

“Or maybe your jokes just aren’t funny, Timothy” Damian says haughtily as he sits himself next to Jason.

The thirteen-year-old tries to put on a mask of indifference, but it wavers when he spots the gash on the back of Jason’s right shoulder.

“Akhi, in what world did you think apprehending Waylon Jones alone would go well for you?” Damian scolds.

Jason narrows his seafoam eyes at Damian and lowers his voice.

“Ya really wanna talk about apprehending people alone, demon spawn?” he taunts lightly.

Damian’s eyes widen and he drops the subject because no, he actually does not want to talk about that on account of the fact that he tried to bring in Clayface alone two weeks ago and nearly got immortalized as a clay statue until Jason swooped in. The two of them had scrubbed his Robin suit within an inch of its life to try and hide the excursion from Bruce. It worked; only Alfred noticed the faint hint of clay in the threads of the cape and all he’d done was sigh and shake his head.

Jason’s gear is fully removed and his head is starting to clear a bit, wooziness replaced by a hammering pain in his temples. The headache masks any pain he would feel from the stitches being placed in his back, though he also suspects that those are less painful because Damian is doing them.

“Your technique is gettin’ better, y’know?” Jason whispers, the compliment unheard by the other three men bustling around the room.

The hands stitching him up freeze and he can imagine the look of surprise on Damian’s face even without turning around.

“Thank you,” he mutters. “I think it will be useful for future endeavors.”

Jason smiles to himself. He knows the kid wants to be a doctor, and he thinks it’s a damn better fate for him than whatever Bruce or Ra’s could’ve planned. The silence that settles over the medbay is peaceful, only broken by the sound of clacking computer keys or the zipping of evidence bags. Then, like an unholy boom of thunder, comes the voice of Tim Drake.

“What the hell is all this?”

Jason’s head whips to the side and he sees Tim rummaging through the pockets of his tactical pants. He goes to scramble off the bed and feels the harsh pull of thread that was mid-stitch through his skin.

“Mind your fuckin’ business, replacement!” Jason shouts.

He grabs a pillow and chucks it at Tim’s head, but he just ducks and continues to empty Jason’s pockets. The contents that spill out on the sterile tray are…perplexing to say the least. Two lip balms (one tinted red), three scrunchies (one black and two red), a grocery list with the word strawberries and a woman’s name underlined, a recipe for chicken stir fry with enough for two portions, and one single soft chocolate chip cookie lay unexplained in the harsh white light of the medbay.

If looks could kill, Tim Drake would be dead and buried six feet under.

“What part of mind your fuckin’ business did you not get?” Jason growls, glaring daggers at the nineteen-year-old.

“Holy shit, he’s got a fucking girlfriend!” Tim exclaims.

The pillow hits him square in the face this time. All four sets of eyes turn to him with varying emotions. Shock is evident in the forest green of Damian’s gaze, smugness and vindication in the icy blue of Tim’s, panic and guilt in the ocean blue of Dick’s, and some weird mix of sadness and fondness in the gunmetal blue of Bruce’s eyes that Jason doesn’t want to think about for too long. The acrobat quickly moves across the room and sweeps all the belongings off the tray and back into the pockets of the tac pants. He grabs Jason’s gear from Tim and hands it back to its rightful owner, who clutches it to himself protectively.

“Don’t make assumptions, Tim,” Dick says. “Civilians leave stuff on us all the time.”

It’s true. They’ve all come home with someone’s forgotten work badge or piece of jewelry before. The oddest thing was when Bruce had a Hello Kitty keychain stuck to the end of his cape. Jason casts a subtle look of gratitude at Dick for trying to give him plausible deniability. Not that it works. Tim stares not at Dick, but through him with his pale eyes in a way that makes a chill run down the spine of the eldest son.

“You knew already? How?” Tim asks incredulously.

Really, he’s a bit miffed that he hadn’t figured this out already. He has contingency plan files on each member of his family (himself included) and he had not a clue that Jason might be in a relationship.

“Drop. It. Now.” Jason warns.

Tim doesn’t consider it until he sees Jason’s fingers twitching in the direction of the butterfly knife on his belt. He doesn’t need another scar from Jason shanking him. Well, at least not today.

“Fine. Whatever. But if I have to bring Bernard here for Thanksgiving, then you have to bring,” and he pauses to remember and recite the name on the grocery list, “home too.”

He knows he’s pushed it when Jason lunges at him, dragging Damian and a threaded suturing needle behind him. Tim barely jumps out of the way in time to avoid a punch to the jaw.

“Robin! Knock it off!” Bruce barks.

It’s almost comical the way all four of his boys freeze in place. It is slightly less comical the way they all proceed to glare at him.

“Fuck it,” Jason grumbles as he settles back on the bed for Damian to continue stitching his wounds. “Just get these done so I can go home.”

“Home to his girlfriend,” Tim murmurs.

“I will fuckin’ slash your throat again, you second-rate fuck!”

Bruce lets out one long suffering sigh. He doesn’t know you yet (a quiet part of him hopes he may one day be allowed to) but he already feels sorry that you’ve been roped into all of this. He feels even more sorry when the butterfly knife flies past his head and buries itself into the wall inches from Tim’s neck. Really, what is he going to do with these boys?

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jason todd def has the sexiest accent, like a thick jersey one that slips out when he’s mad or sleepy. when he’s drunk his drawl comes out especially bad though, “cmon’ doll.” UGHHH!!!

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it it’s sooo strange to me how it is 2025 and people are still not grasping the concept of “don’t like don’t read” …. Guys if you are interacting with content you dislike at all (commenting hate / sending hate asks to the author) you will get more of that on your feed !!!!

i understand not liking what some people write, sure, but never am i ever going to post about the author or tell them to slit in their inbox… genuinely are you guys 12 years old 😭😭

you are not a tumblr godsend for bullying someone you didn’t like off the app.. you are unemployed and WEIRD!!!!!

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﹅ CHERRIES KISS ◞ j. todd | 1k

SYNOPSIS: Your sweet boyfriend comes to take you home.

A/N: Atp I'm just recycling my old fics. I'm not sure if I made Jason a bit to possessive in this one. It really depends on which version I'm envisioning. I think i found the middle ground.

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“I’m tough.” you remark as Jason’s rough fingertips dance over your knuckles ever so delicately.

He regards you as if he'd break you if he grabbed on too hard, shimmering glass as he praises every light reflected off of it. His soft touches light a candle in your heart. Your skin feels hot as his touch grazes over it.

He nods, “I know you are.”

His voice is laced with the all too familiar worry you've grown to hear from him. It thins his voice and the strength that follows it normally is gone and replaced with fragile vulnerability.

You always simmer in the soft way he bares himself strip of all masks.

You wish you could take all of it away and protect him. Unfortunately, you can't do that. You settle with trying to carry the burden together and prove to him he doesn't have to face any of this alone.

“C’mon Jay,” you pout, his eyes dart between your charming eyes and lips - dewy from the cherry lipstick you wear.

Cherries, an angel's kiss in spring.

“It’s just a simple bar, a small get-together with some of my UNI friends. Nothing bad will happen,” you put the emphasis on the last bit of your words as an effort to soothe Jason's fears and reassure him, “I can take care of myself.”

“You have,” he sighs, hands run , “you still do and will do so, I’ve just joined in too. I want to take care of you too.”

His words strike a chord inside your heart, the saccharine taste of them fills every corner of your body. Those endearing eyes he sneaks glances at you, not aware that you notice them and do the same, break into the surface of your skin and steal your breath away.

He has a way of consuming every bit and part of you. That never fails to mesmerize you.

“We take care of each other.” You reply as your lips graze over his scarred knuckles. “I don't want you to worry so much, baby.”

He sighs as he leans into your touch. “I know, I just—” he stammers, the words getting stuck on his tongue.

“It's normal to worry, but you can’t let it consume you.” You bring your hands to cradle his face. Jason doesn't shy away from the touch and sinks into your embrace – the sight makes your heart ache in the best way.

You grab onto his hand and place it on the inside of your wrist, letting him feel your pulse.

You give him a cheeky grin as you whisper, “feel that?”

He chuckles quietly, “Mhm, yes.”

“As long as you see, hear and feel me – I will never leave.”

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In Jason's mind there is not a single person in this world who compares to you. No one is as dreamlike and otherworldly like you. Especially now, as he watches you sway and move in the kaleidoscopic hues of the bar. The prismatic lights kiss your delicate and inviting skin.

Oh, how he wishes to do the same.

Jason wonders if you know that he’s keeping an eye on you right now, if you can feel his watchful gaze on your form. Do his glances light a fire in your heart just as yours does in his.

He should be patrolling right now, making sure everything is okay. But he find his eyes following your every step as you glide through the dance floor.

He knew when you left the shared apartment that belongs to the two of you – 6:31 pm, knew when you arrived at the bar – 7:05 pm, knew when you finally met up with your friends – 7:18 pm.

Jason engraves every detail in his mind, because he has to. He's making sure that you're okay, that you're safe.

He catches a glimpse of you drinking some vibrant drink. You scrunch your nose at the taste of it and the sight sends butterflies in his stomach.

You laugh at something your friend says. The infectious and melodic sound of it reaches Jason. He can’t help the moonstruck grin that spreads on his face.

Jason's thrown for a loop when he spots your gaze pin him in place. Your eyes fixate on him as if you're entranced, as if he's the only one in the room.

He feels his heartbeat speed up.

Without tearing your gaze off of him you mumble something to your friends, something that he can only guess was a short goodbye. The surprised looks on your friends faces quickly disappear from his mind as you stride to him with confident, but light steps.

“Come to take me home?” You question with a curious voice with a taste of something he can't yet place.

He sheepishly runs his hand down his neck. “What gave it away?”

“Well.” You click your tongue. A smirk dances on your lips. “You've been pretty attentive all night long, watching my every move. I hope the show was up to your standards.”

“Show–?” He chokes on his words. You tease.

You laugh. The sound is akin to honeyed nectar on his tongue.

Jason tries to collect his thoughts. “I still haven't had my fill and I don't plan on leaving you unsatisfied either.”

“Really? I wonder who's the greedy one in this relationship.” You hum playfully.

“Dance with me,” he suggests unexpectedly.

Your eyes dart across his face, taking in his nervous demeanor. “You don't dance.”

“For you I will.”

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He spares a single glance at the time. 10:46pm. Time for you to head back to the apartment.

He counts himself a lucky man as the one who takes you home, as the one who waits for you outside the bar, as the one your wobbly steps guide you towards, as the one you wrap your arms around while he caresses your face and tells you to let me help you with the helmet, honey.

He brings your hand to his lips and kisses the back of it. The skin is velvety to the touch.

Jason's eyes don't leave your own dazed and enchanted eyes. To him you are a vision so captivating, so sickeningly sweet, all he wants is to get a taste of you.

He is taking you home, isn't he? He is truly a lucky man.

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jason todd x marvel’s black cat!reader ?? 🤔🤔

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drawing I never finished 😓 we will ignore the hands!

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two pretty boysss!!

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I'm sorry I know this is wrong of me I know I need to fight the urge, but I'm gonna be honest........ the muzzle is kinda hot

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JASON TODD who started smoking when you left him (or my personal experience with cigarettes & yearning). he never really believed in bad habits — they were just coping mechanisms that people were too judgmental to understand. and if his own came rolled in thin paper, burning between his fingers, who the hell was it hurting? it wasn’t the nicotine that kept him coming back.

it was the memory and phantom feeling that stirred something deep in his chest every time the cigarette met his mouth. because for a split second, it almost felt like you were kissing him again. the same soft pressure and ghost of touch lingering against his skin teased him with what was long gone.

maybe it was pathetic. maybe he should’ve let that go, let you go. but jason had never been good at giving up on things that mattered, even when they were already out of his reach. he still remembered the way you used to taste — warm, familiar, something sweet you always had on your lips. now, all he had was this. the closest thing to a goodbye he never got to have. every breath in was a reminder, and every exhale was an attempt to let go, but the truth was he didn’t want to.

jason wanted to keep you like this, even if it killed him — one cigarette at a time.

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JASON TODD who started smoking when you left him (or my personal experience with cigarettes & yearning). he never really believed in bad habits — they were just coping mechanisms that people were too judgmental to understand. and if his own came rolled in thin paper, burning between his fingers, who the hell was it hurting? it wasn’t the nicotine that kept him coming back.

it was the memory and phantom feeling that stirred something deep in his chest every time the cigarette met his mouth. because for a split second, it almost felt like you were kissing him again. the same soft pressure and ghost of touch lingering against his skin teased him with what was long gone.

maybe it was pathetic. maybe he should’ve let that go, let you go. but jason had never been good at giving up on things that mattered, even when they were already out of his reach. he still remembered the way you used to taste — warm, familiar, something sweet you always had on your lips. now, all he had was this. the closest thing to a goodbye he never got to have. every breath in was a reminder, and every exhale was an attempt to let go, but the truth was he didn’t want to.

jason wanted to keep you like this, even if it killed him — one cigarette at a time.

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Older Cowboy! Jason who absolutely adores taking you to the fields with him. He’s away from everyone and just with his lovely and he finds it the most peaceful thing in the world. You’re happy to have any time with him but this is when you guys can give each other undivided attention. Something he loves to do was watching you gather different flowers around the field so you two could figure out what they were. Something so out of character for the gruff man. He wasn’t known for being the nicest, usually seen as a threat people used to get the young boys to listen to their elders, but here he sat with you letting you put different flowers in his hair. The beard he had spent the last couple years growing tickling the side of your face while you leaned up to secure him. His eyes followed your silhouette until they got your face. He was so in love with you and could not wait to see what the future held for the two of you. Maybe even bringing your future kids to the same spot their parents loved so much.

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