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You’d been waiting to tell Jason this for the longest, to let him know the way he makes you feel when he gives you that piercing stare. Or when he texts you all times of the day to make sure you’re okay, or to send you pictures of things because they remind him of you. 

He made you feel safe, safer than safe. He made you feel like the most important girl in the world. 

He values you not for your body, or your face but for your mind. He admires your soul - he doesn’t vocalize it but it's in his eyes. 

The way he stares at you as if the whole world resides on your very shoulders. 

Jason doesn’t express his feelings, he shows them, he’s always been bad with words. 

You on the other hand could tell him, you’d sing him love songs, or write him poems. 

Today you’d tell him you loved him - you have been together for a year. 

You of course don't know when to say it, because saying I love you after you watch him pour a bowl of cereal isn’t ideal. 

Jason’s sneaking in your window per usual after patrol, he made it a habit to do so. You’ve told him over and over he can use the door but are sure he enjoys the adrenaline rush of the “will I wont I fall off this window sill?”

“Hey princess,” He hugs you, and you wince - the stench of gotham lingered on his clothes, a reminder of no matter how big and bad he was out there in gotham - or how grimey, dirty or smelly it got, he would always find a way back to you and give you that look. You love him for that, you love him. Shouldn’t it be easy to tell him that? 

“Go shower.” 

“As you wish, gorgeous.”  

After he comes out of the shower, his hair is still soaking wet. He sits next to you, putting his arm around you. His way of making you feel at home, home. “What’s the mood for tonight, hun? Movie or straight to bed?” 

“Straight to bed, work kicked my butt today.” He runs his hand up and down your arm, and kisses your forehead. “Goodnight princess.” 

“Goodnight, I love you.” You tell him, and he freezes. He doesn’t say it back or anything, the room is pure silence and you swear you can hear the echo of those three seemingly little words. You turn your back to him, and stay that way for the rest of the night. 

You wake up late, but Jason is sleeping even later - you brush your teeth, wash your face, and attempt some form of skincare routine. After this you head to the kitchen, and there’s a vase of flowers - with a note in front of it. 

“(Y/N), 

I don't want you to ever think I don't love you because I didn’t say it back last night. Ever since I was young, its been hard for me to learn how to love and how to trust - but you make it easy. I love you so much it hurts, and I would do anything for you - I’d give you the stars if you wanted and if that isn’t enough the moon. I love you because you’re smart, the smartest person I’ve ever met. Your mind amazes me, I love you because you’re sweet and you’re great with kids. You’re the only person I’ve seen tolerate all my brothers with a straight face, you’ve cooked with Alfred, and even managed to get my father to approve of you. You’re able to talk to Damian easier than I do and he won’t admit it but he thinks you’re great. I love you because you’re kind, because you’re sweet, and because you make me laugh harder than I’ve ever laughed before. I was scared, that once you said that - it meant I had something to loose. 

Love,

Jason 

You turn around and Jason is behind you, the tips of his ears are pink like they get when he’s nervous. He pulls you into his arms and leans his chin onto your head. “I love you forever, princess.”

John 14:6 -Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.

Thank you for reading!

[gothamsfavorite]

I rlly like ur writing style !! I think u should def write more Jason stuff like maybe a part 2 for the Gothams hottest woman or even some oneshots or scenarios😋

thank you!! 💕

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please give requests!

Going through writers block rn.. I’ll write anything DC except smut and suggestive themes

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After being voted Gotham’s hottest woman of the year, you were invited to go on The Gotham Talk - only the most famous talk show that only invites gotham’s elite. You, now among the top models of gotham are apparently referred to as one of gotham’s elite faces. 

You arrive at the studio where the talk show is being held, lifting your dress to avoid the puddles the harsh Gotham rain left behind as your driver opens the door for you. “Enjoy, I’ll be waiting when you come back outside.” He closes your door behind you, “Nonsense!” You exclaim, “My first talk show and you don't think I’d want you there?” You close your driver's door and grab his arm, “those people,” you point, “will help you find the guest entrance, see you after!” He smiles at you revealing his surprisingly straight teeth, and gives a shy wave. Your driver was never much of a chatty person, but he seemed to feel more comfortable around you; you are the prettiest face in Gotham after all.  

Jaci, the talk show host, grabs your hand and leads you to the beaming crowd in front of you. You blow kisses to the crowd, ignoring the way your ankle rolled because of your choice of footwear for the day. Jaci utters your name with a smile on her face, “So good to see you,” she beams, “here, sit, sit!” She helps you sit down and fixes your dress. You’ve been a big fan of Jaci ever since you could remember, so this is definitely one for the books - she just has an aura about her that you admire. She’s able to make all of her guests comfortable and ask them those iffy questions every celebrity dreads - you of course would be no different. 

“Introduce yourself, and your occupation.” Jaci orders, and you smile and nod as you tell her your name, “I’m a model as well - new to the business, but happy to be doing it.” Her face lights up as she reads one of the questions on the cards, “I’m sure you’re aware how my talk show works, I ask my guests a few icebreaker questions then turn up ‘the heat’ if you will.” You awkwardly smile, expecting this - she’ll definitely ask about things like the darker side of the modeling industry and things of that nature. “If you weren’t a model, what would your dream occupation be?” Jaci questions, luckily for her this wasn’t the first time a question like this has crossed your mind. “I love fashion,” you tell her, “and expressing myself, so probably a fashion designer to make others feel the same way.” 

After getting into a grove with Jaci, she asked rapid fire questions - although they were nothing out of the ordinary. Something settled over her face, and this meant trouble. “Gotham’s hottest guy? In your opinion, although it went to Bruce Wayne for the fifth time in the row.” You laugh at this, it does seem to go to Bruce Wayne every year  - he did have looks going for him, but the vote was most likely influenced by his generous donations to the city. “I say Jason Todd." Your statement makes Jaci freeze and give you an eye, “Have you seen his pictures at the Wayne Gala? Oh my gosh Jaci he’s gorgeous, if I saw him in the street there’s no way I could even formulate a sentence!” you pause to stop yourself from practically drooling, “The one commercial they got him to do? With the leather jacket?”

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Dick Grayson was minding his business off duty in the manor, scrolling on his for you page as one does - until he heard your interview. The specific part where you called Jason Todd gorgeous. “Timothy! Bring everyone!” Dick screams, and suddenly - in front of him stands Damian, Stephanie, Duke, Cassandra, Barbara, and Tim. “Wow, okay, so you definitely did bring everyone.” He wastes no time and he plays the video for his siblings (and Barbara). Damian scoffs in disbelief, “and this is the same Todd we know that she’s claiming is gorgeous?” Timothy snorts, and Barbara swats his wrist. “Be nice you two.” She fixes her glasses, and sits next to Dick on his bed. “Why’d you hit me and not him?” Timothy screams, grabbing his arm. “Overreaction of the century, Drake.” Damian rolls his eyes, “Oh yeah? I’ll show you overreaction.” Duke stands between the two, “Guys, this is about Jason.” Duke scolds - Stephanie squeals in disbelief, “Who’s calling him to break the news?” Damian shakes his head, “ I for one am not, I still don't believe anyone would say that about him.” Cassandra throws her arms over Damian just for them to be removed, “Dami don't leave.” He ignores Cassandra and walks out. 

Meanwhile, Jason is at his apartment with Roy, and he gets a call from Damian. “Hold on Roy.” He grunts and leaves the room, “Todd, check your messages. Now.” Damian tells him to which Jason sighs and opens his texts, “What is this? Actually, who is this..” Damian can sense his lie from a mile away, “Don't act like you don't dream about her every night, just play it.” Jason hangs up the phone and plays the video, over and over, he walks over to Roy and shows him. “No way man! I mean, way! I’m not calling you ugly, that is just the hottest chick in Gotham.” He claps him on the back, “Text her! DM her, I know you’re following her.” Jason side eyes him, “You think I like her? She’s the one who technically made the first move.” Jason voiced, making Roy roll his eyes. “You would die before initiating contact with a woman.” Jason opens his mouth, “Don't say you already did, stop trying to be Mr. Funny guy and text the girl already. 

“I sent it,” Jason says, throwing his phone onto the other side of the couch, “Are you twelve? Man up.” Roy orders, slapping his thigh. “Says you.” Jason retorts - and to his surprise you answer quickly. He sent you a quick hey - not as extensive as Roy would prefer but still. You reply to him with the same energy, ‘hey so I guess you saw the interview?’ Jason smiles, he can’t believe you of all people are talking to

 him on a Tuesday night? Is it even Tuesday? Who cares, the hottest woman in Gotham finds him ‘gorgeous’.  

“Ask her out.” Roy says through gritted teeth, 

“All the girls on you and you still can’t take a hint.” Roy threw out. 

“All the girls? What girls?” Jason asks - and his friend scoots away from him.

 “Kori, Artemis.. Hm lets see, that girl in the bar I tried all night talking to?” Jason exhales at what Roy says, “Let it go dude, she came up to me.”  Your message lights up his screen, and he’s never entered his password faster. ‘I’ll make this easy for you,’ you tell him ‘you, me, gotham steakhouse at 9 tomorrow?’ Roy shoves Jason over to read the message, only to shake his head, at a loss for words. “You forced the poor girl to ask you out, what a woman.” Roy says, grinning and Jason swears he’s blushing. “Pick her up in a nice car, no motorcycle you hear?” Jason lies his head back on the couch, running his fingers through the silver streak in the front of his head. “Girls think motorcycles are hot, also where am I gonna get a nice car?” 

“You have the closest access to Bruce Wayne than any of us.” 

“Doesn’t mean I like asking.” 

“Do it.” 

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Jason’s in front of your apartment, he’s driving a sleek black porsche. He has flowers in the passenger seat, which he picks up as he rings the doorbell to the apartment building. Once let in, he goes to the room number you texted him, and knocks. He can’t remember the last time he went on a date and neither can you, makes it all the more fun. You open the door, and you’re wearing red - you knew what you were doing. You watched his cheeks turn maroon, the color danced all the way up to the tips of his ears. “You’re the closest thing to perfect I’ve witnessed.” He says, which makes your eyes go wide - he sees this and profusely apologizes. “No it’s not that, no one has ever said that to me before.” You take the flowers from his hands and tell him to hold the door while you find a cup of water for them. It takes everything in him not to look inside your apartment, to see the contents of your mind. “You can come in!” You scream from the kitchen, “It’ll take a second.” Your voice drifts over to him from under your cabinet. He walks in and his eyes fall upon a poster of a Red hood in your living room, and a Red hood blanket. “There’s the vase!” You say, popping your head up nearly hitting it. “Oh. I kinda have a thing for him.” You say, watching him stare at the poster, “But that won’t get between us - he’d never go for me anyways.” You say and Jason wishes he could prove you wrong then and there.