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[jasonsknight3]

Officially got this first part out. I’m also using the design I had for Jason. I actually liked it enough to want it to carry over. As always, enjoy! I’ll also put forth a bit more effort for the mini comics for the story at the bottom moving forward so, I’ll add in the scars and what not.

⚠️ warning: sickness, death, weapons, crime⚠️

Pre-show

There are six cities in Gotham, over thirty territories that belong to thugs and grimy people of all kinds, and over thirteen thousand streets. I happen to know all of them. I spent years of my life driving them, memorizing them, making them a part of me.

Growing up I lived in a rough place. Crime alley in uptown Gotham. Two parents, one apartment. Like every other kid in crime alley if they made it past the age of eight. It stayed like that for a while. Parents argued like every other couple over things I can’t even remember now. My mother loved me, a lot. My father was a “tough love” kinda guy. More of a passive show of affection. However, unlike most, I knew they both still had a deep connection to each other and Mr that most don't have a chance to get. It didn’t last for long though.

My mother, Cathrine Todd, died from cancer when I was around ten. My father tried to tell me that it was an overdose of some drug. However, I knew better. One hospital visit, sitting outside the room I heard it. Cancer. When I was allowed to go into the room the doctor happened to leave the result copy in the open. The word was plaster there in bold print. Something in the brain. Stage four. Notably, leading up to her death she was…forgetful. Clumsy. Just odd. What I know now was the pressure of the cancerous tumor she had made parts of her brain to not function properly. Well, that’s what I think. I honestly don’t know for sure. My mother just took meds to try and ease the pain and struggle. I think my dad just wanted to blame it on her instead of something that was out of his control. Yes, he knows it’s not the truth but, I think this lie is easier for him to accept. With her in mind, at eighteen I got her name tattooed over my heart. The place where I held her close. Even when she wasn’t here.

My father, Willis Todd, has been…in and out of my life. Well, more like I was in and out. Willis took care of me as best as he could. It wouldn’t last too long and he’d take me to Ma Gunns boarding school. The woman there was…interesting. As the last name suggests, she knew a lot about guns. She’s how I learned to shoot a gun, break it down, put it back together, and shoot it again. Learned how to faith. The whole timeline from 11-18 I was in and out of Ma’s and living with Willis. Switching like a flipping coin.

Now, at the age of twenty - four, I work with Willis in the mechanics shop. Something I learned to master. Become quite the wizard at all sorts of mechanics. Fixing anything with wheels. A bit later I gained a new job. A bit more tantalizing. Getaway driver. Clients commit the crime and I help them get away from all sorts of crime scenes. It starts with the need, that need turns into a call that gives the rules and rundown of the plan. Drive to the location, give them seven minutes, get in and out in that time. I haven’t been caught. For getaway driving that is. This job was given to me by Willis. He provides the cars that I use for my nightly activities. That is my life.

Jason pulled into the “Todd mechanics” with his 1973 Chevrolet Chevrolet Malibu with a 350 coupé. Red, Jason’s favorite color. Cutting off the engine he stepped out of the car into the third garage. “Willis, ya here?” He called out. A muffled reply came from the back. “Yea, I’m here, give me a minute.” As Jason waited her looked into the popped hood of a ford F-150 nice engine, great gas, not his kind of transportation. Upon closer inspection of the exposed insides, the fan belt was missing. Probably broke or wore out. Knowing Gotham though, it probably was stolen. A 15-21 size fan belt would do for replacement. The sound of the door that leads to the parts in the back dragged Jason attention from his analysis of the car. Willis Todd came out whipping his blackened hands off with a bluish green cloth. “Well, there you are. Been waitin’’ for you, you make the call?” He questions Jason. “Yea, letting them at Iceberg lounge.” Willis nodded, taking the fan belt off his shoulder. “Good.” Jason wasn’t sure why he asked anymore. It’s not like Jason was irresponsible.

He watched Willis as he started fitting the fan belt into its place with practiced ease. “So, got the plain Jane Honda civic?” Willis paused looking at Jason with furrowed eyebrows with the expression of almost disgust. “Cut out that damn fancy “plain Jane”talk. You ain’t in the fancy crowd. Makes you sound dumb.” Jason’s own face scrunched up in annoyance. Jason liek using phrases and big words. Made him feel smarter than he thought he was. Jason rolled his eyes ignoring him. Finally Willis sighed, “yes, it’s in the sixth grade.” Willis straightened back up leaning back, popping his back with a groan of relief. “Remember to come back to your old man.” Willis and Jason clapped their hand together pulling in for a hug. Jason didn’t respond. He never did. He was afraid that if he did say something he’d jinx himself. Either way Jason liked hearing it. It was the closest thing he’d get to a “I love you son.”

[jasonsknight3]

Alright peeps, I officially am ready to get back into writing. I know I have at least two unfinished projects BUT, I have a new idea. I want to peruse it and I am aiming to have it put tomorrow. It’s a Jason Todd x drive fiction. The story is inspired by the drive movie performed by Ryan gosling, In my opinion a possible outcome is Jason was never found by Batman. It will still have y/n but it will be different than previous writings. It will be Jason’s point of view. I have all sort of things planed. It’s inspired by the movie but it won’t be cut and paste cause I don’t do that. There will be a few similarities. I’m super excited and will get it out tomorrow!

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I tried to make an off putting Jason fan art but I feel like I didn’t quite get the result I wanted but, I want to share it! I spent so long. Just shading and making the green glows Can’t imagine the feeling of dying, the. Waking up feeling like you’re choking to death only to realize that you have been brought back. Man was in heaven and got dragged right back down to earth. 😭

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Hey guys, I know it’s been a really long time since I’ve been here. College has absolutely been taking me under but I’m finally coming to the end of it. Along with the stress and then loosing the drive to do anything because of being so drained really took me away from my favorite pastime. My favorite side gig. However, I’m back, I’m going to try and ease myself back into it just to not get overwhelmed. Over all I am soooooo glad to be back and I have missed this piece of my life. Sorry for the long absence. I am still going to write, draw, and take requests. In the meantime time, I drew this Jason Todd with a hair style I find really hot for some, reason. Enjoy. (I’ve been practicing shading n stuff. Hope it’s paying off)

[jasonsknight3]

Hey guys, I know it’s been a while. To be completely honest, I have been having a hard past few weeks and they’ve only gotten harder. Trust me I would love nothing more than to write for you guys and get all the things I have to you guys but it’s becoming increasingly more difficult. I stick between two jobs, a day job that is required by my college (with out pay and I can’t not work or not be making money) and a night job. Both jobs are just taking a toll on my mind and body but I’m not in a place where I can stop.

Anyway, sorry for the sad tone, it’s just kinda how it’s been and will be for a bit. I appreciate you guys and all the love that I still get to this day from you guys. I will try and come back after things get smoother or easier. Hopefully this will only be the 14 week that I was told it was supposed to be. I love all of you and hope you guys have a night rest of your day. I will come back to you as soon as I can. 😊

[jasonsknight3]

Alright, it is time for chapter two! Enjoy!

⚠️warning⚠️ violence, mentions of gore, gun, and drugs.

The longest night

Chapter two

Fear Begins Now

Ever since you lost Jason it felt like a piece of you was missing. In its place was a deep hole that was filled back up with loneliness, sadness, and emptiness. Sure, you picked yourself back up but you have never loved another since Jason. You tried but. O filled that void. That loss. However, picking yourself up doesn’t mean that you are completely healed. In fact, you weren’t. You knew that. Sometimes you still have nightmares about that film. The film Joker sent Batman.

Your presence wasn’t known to Alfred, Batman, or Nightwing. All of them watched the film. Jason was so…broken, dead eyes, empty. He was empty. His body, broken and hurt. Misshapen, pieces missing, cuts, burns. A horrid sight. He was tied to a chair with barbed wire. Joker's voice came through the video. “Have you got something to tell the nice man Jason?” Joker questioned. Jason’s voice was rough and barely audible. “My name…is Jason Todd.” He said without looking at the camera recording him. Joker walked into the camera view and circled around Jason. “And who do ya hate?” Joker asked with an edge of humor in his voice as if trying to not laugh at a cruel joke. “Batman.” Jason answered quietly. “Excellent, of course you do.” Joker turned back to the camera, his face taking up most of it. “Here that Bats? Kidd not yours anymore. He’s mine. Mine to do with as I wish.” Joker walked away from the camera screen and spoke in a “hey I just got an idea” kind of way. “Hey, I never asked, what’s the big secret?” Joker curled around Jason leaning down to him. “Who is the big bad Bats name?” He cooed. “Tell me?” Joker walked away standing a little bit away from Jason. “Of course sir, it’s…” before Jason could even say a word Joker pulled out his ace of spades. His 15-3 revolver and shot Jason knocking him over. Seeing that you screamed in pain. It felt as if you had been shot too. Except there was no freedom of death. The bullet leaving you with pain, loss, and suffering. Bruce had you dragged out of the room by nightwing. Everyone mourned, everyone except Bruce. He never openly cried and you didn’t forgive him for that.

Currently you work at a business office as a “coffee girl” is what they call you. However, you really just work the front desk answering calls, organizing documents, and running errands. Surprisingly, you made good money but were treated poorly. Your second job was a bit more secretive. You still stayed in the loop with Batman and the rest of the crew. Often you walk the streets dressed in dark clothes and eavesdrop on criminals. Most of the time you find a nice spot to sit. Listen. When you listen you hear plans. Hear information on criminal activity. Your second job was slipping information to the vigilantes.

Standing on the rooftop the night sky was cloudy tonight as usual. The air smelled of rain to come. Rain would feel nice on a night like this. “Hey little birdie.” The sudden sound of Nightwing’s voice scared a small yelp out of you before you punched him in the shoulder. “Don’t scare me like that Dick!” He just laughed, “Ow, you didn’t have to hit me.” Sick rubbed his shoulder with a smile. Dick changed as he grew older and more mature. He grew up becoming a Boy Scout. A happy go lucky kind of guy. Sometimes it was nice and refreshing. Even better, sometimes his attitude was infectious in the moment. Let g out a small laugh and your body relaxes. “So, got any info for me little birdie?” He asked, leaning on the roof railing. “Yea actually, heard about some possible two-face activity. Harley Quinn may be coming back. Her heavy mourning stage is over….” The words catch in your throat. “Joker's death.” The name left a foul taste in your mouth. “I think she’s going to make a comeback.” You say quietly. Dick nodded “Okay, got any specific information on the Two-face activity?” He inquired. “Bank heists in old Gotham. Other than those two it’s been quiet. The bad kind that makes your stomach twist.” You explained finally leaning against the railing as well. “Thanks for the info.” He paused “How are you (y/n)?” The question threw you off. “Huh?” Was all you said as your eyebrows knit together. Dick frowned “well, I just know that…” Dick but his lip trying to find a way to word it. Even though you knew exactly what was coming. “His death anniversary is tomorrow.”

The words made your body feel heavy all of the sudden. Science says that women have heart strings. Those heart strings can break when really hurt. Could lead to early death even from not properly being able to pump blood. You know for a fact the day he died one heartstring broke, but every year when his anniversary comes back around it feels like another heart string begins to break. Hurts but doesn’t break. “I…” you start your sentence if you couldn't finish it before the tears start slipping down your cheeks. Dick pulled you to him so fast and wrapped his arms around you tight. “It will get easier.” Dick cooed. “I know.” You reply. You say those words but you didn’t honestly believe them. Not now anyway.

Eventually he let go and smiled at you to which you retired the smile. “Well, thanks for the information. You’ve always been a good help. Just as he wasn’t about to leave he turned back to face you on his heel. “And little birdie, tomorrow's Halloween, please, please, please, stay inside. Tonight and tomorrow night are some of the most dangerous nights of the year. When you go home stay safe, don’t be out tonight. Okay?” Before you could speak a loud screeching sound echoed throughout the whole city. All the screens began showing a scene, Paula’s dinner. I adore people screaming and tearing each other apart. A real blood bath, a scary sight to see. Even gunshots echo through the scene. “What is this? What’s happening?” You asked Dick. “I don’t know, I’m calling B.” As Dick walked off and began talking to Batman there screens all changed to a familiar face. “Scarecrow….” You breathe. He began to speak, his voice refined and calm. “This demonstration used just 5 ounces of my latest toxin.” That was only 5 ounces used? That small amount just caused over ten deaths. You picked up on the conversation Dick was having. “Only one survivor? What are we doing? What’s the plan B?” The scarecrow spoke once more. “Tomorrow, this will seem like child’s play.” That made your heart sink to your feet. “Gotham, this is your only warning.” Was the last thing scarecrow said before the recording cut out and played again. You look over at Nightwing who was off the call with Batman. “Dick?” He approached you, true uncertainty in his eyes.

“They are evacuating the city.”

Close up of scarecrow

[jasonsknight3]

🎉We made it to 100 followers! 🎉

I’m so excited! So cool! I wanna do something for you guys! Cause I wouldn’t be here at 100 followers without you! So go ahead and write some suggestions to celebrate! (With in reason!) 🥳🥳🥳

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Welp, it’s time, the new story has officially begun. This story takes place in Arkham knight. The Halloween that ruined so many lives and brought o the worst of the worst. However, what part do you play in it? How do you fit into the story? Well, fear not because I have to e answer.

Side note: this story is planed to literally take place during the time of the Arkham game and comic book. I will keep it as accurate as possible however, I will be taking and changing some things because I’m adding you in it. It will largely stay the same though. Enjoy!

The longest night

Chapter one

“Memory lane”

Jason. The closest thing to love you felt. Being with him felt good. Even though you were only 15, you felt that you could marry the guy. A match made in heaven. He was your voice when you couldn’t speak up, you were his reason when he had none. The emotional connection between you two was undeniable. Jason was also Robin, a hero, a boy with a heart of gold. Maybe that’s why you felt for him. Despite his rough upbringing and living on his own from 13-15 with his troubles his heart had golden roots.

Shrugging on your jacket, you left your apartment to buy a week's worth of groceries like you usually do every Monday. The fall air was a little nippy but not too bad. The only downside was there wasn’t much foliage in gothams cores so, no colorful leaves to be found unless you went outside the city. The walk to the store is a good fifteen minute walk, your family only had one car to share between the parents and you hadn’t paid your monthly bus pass card yet so, that’s not an option either. However, a nice long walk was just the medicine to clear the chaos at home from your mind. Your family wasn’t bad, not at all. You loved your mom and dad and they you. It’s just that money is extremely tight. Sometimes parents argue. Say things. That’s just how it is.

Whistling a tune the sound of an engine slowing down a little too close for comfort made you pause and turn your eyes to whoever was deciding to cause trouble. All of the unsure feeling melted away the moment you laid eyes on a familiar face. “Well if it isn’t trouble chaser Todd.” You comment with a wide grin. “You flatter me, such high praise (y/n)” he replied, sliding off his bike helmet and setting it down to rest between his legs on his bike with a lopsided grin. “So, where’s a girl like you heading on this…fine evening?” He asked, mimicking a British accent. “I happen to be going to the market on this chilled eve.” You respond in the same manner. “Would thou like an escort fair maiden?” Laughing, you drop the accent. “This fair maiden would love a ride.” Jason held out the biker helmet to you “your chariot awaits.” The helmet was a little big but still would do its job. Jason was special, Everyone would know that if they just took a closer look. He was smart, loved literature, funny, and kind. The ride was nice, clinging to Jason, your head resting against his back as the wind blew your jacket behind you. Since Jason showed up tonight, everything felt like a moment to remember, a moment to think about when you felt low. A core memory. Pulling into the parking lot, he shut off the engine and kicked the motorcycle's kick stand before helping you dismantle the bike.

Walking inside “Got the list?” Jason asked, pulling his hand out of his pocket to take it. “Yea, I got it.” Handing him the list his eyes read over the scratchy writing. “This is the same list from last Monday.” Jason stated his eye locking with yours. “Well, it's cheap and still keeps us fed. Besides, even with all three of us working, my mom, dad and I make only enough to get by.” Looking over the list again he smiled. “I think I can spice up your food selection a little.” You open your mouth to protest but he beats you to the punch. “And before you say “oh you don’t have to do that” I know. I can and want to.” The smile and warmth you felt in your heart was involuntary. Throwing an arm around your shoulder he said “Come on, let’s go get some good stuff.”

As you went through the isles you guys talked about your week so far. His was the usual excitement, fighting crime, school, all the things. Yours was the same as usual as well, school, work, a few screaming fights between the parents about money. Jason enjoyed giving you small gifts and little things here and there for you. Jason selected some produce, fruits, healthy and unhealthy foods. After checking out a d bagging the items it was time for the awkward ride home. It was a small struggle, you held on to a few plastic bags, some evenly divided on the handle of the bike. You had to stop only once to pick up the bags you dropped. Honestly, you were impressed with how well you both did hanging on after the one incident. When you guys got to your home, Jason helped you and your mom unpack the groceries and put them away. Your mom liked Jason but your dad was a little skeptical, as expected. Jason’s kindness earned a homemade dinner and a movie with you, your mother, and himself.

A fond day to cling to now

The sounds of laughter and cocky attitudes echoed in the batcave. “Remember (y/n) keep your hands up to protect your face and or swing, elbows low and in to protect damage to your ribs. Keep light on your feet so you can move quickly. Also-“ cutting him off you lunge at him tackling him to the mat on the floor. Jason cried out in surprise. “Oh shi-“ Alfred cut him off “language Master Todd.” Jason looked up at Alfred. “Sorry Alfred.” Alfred nodded and turned his attention back to nightwing and tending to his physical ailments from the night’s festivities. Jason turned back to you. “Now that wasn’t very fair of you.” Giving a triumphant smile you retort “Aren’t you supposed to be ready for anything?” Pursing his lips he thought about it. “Yea, I guess you're right.” In one swift moment he flipped you on your stomach having you I. A choke hold. No to together though, his legs wrapped around yours locking them I. Place. Your hands automatically shoot up to try and pry his hold off. Jason's breath tickled his ear “admit I’m the best.”

You: “you stink.”

Jason: “say I’m the coolest guy you know.”

You: “You're the weirdest guy I’ve ever met.”

Jason: “Admit I’m smart.”

You: “You have the brain of a toddler.”

Jason: “Say you think I'm sexy.”

You: “Look like a wet dog.” You snicker enjoying the banter. “Ugh, if I wanted to watch teenagers get it on I would rather watch a trashy romance movie. You guys are ridiculous.” Dick commenter to which Jason snapped back. “You’re just jealous I’m able to maintain a relationship.” The expression on Dicks face spoke volumes. Jason definitely hit a nerve. “Oh yea?” He inquired. “Yeah.” Jason nodded. Dick got off the seat. “Get up Todd.” Jason let go and whispered in your ear. “Watch this.”

Getting up you decided to stand next to Alfred who protested against dick fighting falling on deaf ears. Alfred realizing that this was happening whether he wanted it to or not he sighed. “I don’t know what to do with those boys.” Sitting back the duel began. Jason was bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Come on chickenwing! Bawk! Bawk!” Jason taunted with a wicked grin. “It’s Nightwing.”Dick corrected seething. The battle of honor began. Jason swung first, his fist connecting with Dicks lower run cage which seemed to just make Dick angrier. Dick swept Jason’s leg knocking him to the floor before pinning him and having Jason in a tight choke hold. “It's not so fun when it's not your girlfriend is it!” Dick said with a smug look. “Screw you!” Jason yelled anger very apparent in his voice as he jabbed his elbow into Dick’s rib again making him let go. With the new found freedom, Jason straddles him and starts pounding on him, punching him where he could. It was honestly a little scary watching from the outside. “Master Todd! Master Grayson! Enough of this childish behavior!” Jason stopped looking up at Alfred with a guilty expression before a fist connected to his chin knocking him off of Dick. Alfred and you intervene, you take Jason while Alfred takes hold of Grayson. “You mother-“ Dick cut Jason off “I will always do better than you, be better than you.” He said venom in his words. “At least I don't dress like I’m going to a fuckimg disco party to fight crime and look like a little bitch.” Jason yelled at him, that caught you so off guard. You had to fight to stifle the laugh. “I designed the suit myself you ass!” Dick retorted. “Yea, I can tell, Dick.” “Boys, enough for the last time! Separate or so, help me I will tell Bruce to keep you both off missions for a Week!” Alfred is clearly fed up.

Both boys went to their rooms to calm down. “You really did a low blow going after the wardrobe.” You started breaking the silence as the both of you sat on the bed. “He’s an ass.” Jason was still very clearly in a mood. You take his hand, “I dot. Have siblings, but I do have a family. Family can be your worst enemy and your best friend. The rough patch will pass.

It’s a terrible thing, just as they were starting to work things out. He was gone.

Harsh words sounded through the off white walls of the apartment. Same old thing, money this, money that, we have to this, we have to that. After a day of work and school, arguing was the absolute last thing you wanted to hear. What better place to go to escape the noise than the fire escape.

There you were, eyes closed, the breeze gently cooling your skin. A wonderful feeling. That’s when another sensation touched your cheek, a warmth, something soft. Opening one eye you see what you knew was there. Jason’s lips left your cheek. “Hey.” He smiled. You wave your hand in front of your face trying to wave away the smell. “Geez you smell, and you're sweaty, wanna shower?” You offer jokingly but with kindness. “That would be amazing. Thanks.” He commented. “Oh, uh don’t be alarmed by the way. They are just arguing. That’s all.” Jason nodded knowingly, “Alright, I’ll keep that in mind.” Following him inside he tossed his duffle bag to the ground and pulled out some clean clothes and stuffed his sweaty red shirt in the duffles bag before disappearing to the bathroom and turning on the shower.

A few minutes later you found yourself reading a magazine. Something about Bruce Wayne and another charity he supported. Seems like a nice guy. Shortly after you thought maybe you’d be nice and wash his clothes. You needed to do your own laundry anyway. It was starting to pile up. Reaching into the back you pull out the shirt with just your pointer finger and thumb and the shorts. That’s when something caught your eye, something bright yellow. Touching the fabric it felt soft. Pulling it out more revealed the rest of the suit, the yellow turned out to be a cape with black on the other side. Under the cape however…was a suit. Not just any red and green suit, the Robin suit. Your mouth practically dropped to the floor. Is Jason Robin? Is this fake? No it could be, the suit is too well made to be a costume. Wait, if Jason is Robin does that mean Bruce knows? Wait…is Bruce Batman? No that can’t be right could it? The sound of the bathroom door opening snagged your attention. There stood Jason with worry in his expression. “YOU’RE ROB-“ Jason tackled you to the bed, his hand cupping your mouth, his face panicking. “Shhhhh, please, just be calm. Relax. I’ll explain everything.” He took a moment to look at you and recompose himself. “If I let you go, will you be quiet?” After you nodded in agreement he let go and got off of you help g you sit up. “Okay, um, I am Robin. I’ve been Robin for a while now. You know, fighting crime and helping Batman.” You listened as he spilled everything. Putting his trust in you. “I need you to keep this to yourself, okay?” Nodding you agree. “I promise.your secret is safe with me. On a lighter note-“ you smile feeling excited “you being Robin explains so much. Would you be willing to…can you put on the suit and show me. I wanna see it up close!” Jason laughed and agreed,

Sometimes you wonder if you didn’t know if Jason suddenly disappearing and never being able to come back would have made it easier.

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The fact that Jason dad in the Arkham comic book tried to give Jason away to some crime lord is sad but also funny. Like….dang.

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You know, just weird thought. A realization if you will. Just for reference I have played the Arkham knight game more than once and have read the comics. Some of his voice lines give off the vibe that he has a thing for pain. Not anything too out there but like just little things that give him a rush or remind him that he’s still here. Part of him likes it. Simple things like rubbing a bruise even if it hurts. Tracing his wounds. It’s weirdly soothing and somewhat enjoyable. After his years in Arkham asylum with Joker and all that physical pain he insured he probably built and interesting relationship with it. I hope I explained this right. Anyway, enjoy the rest of your day! 😂

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Hii ! I hope you are feeling happy while reading this <3 what are your thoughts on Jason having a girlfriend that likes taking care of him and she is obsessed with beauty (meaning she loves skincare, haircare and that stuff ) , how would he react if you constantly try to take care of him in that way ?

(I hope I explained correctly , I'm still learning English🥲 this is my first req/ask soo I'm nervous. Love you <3)

I don’t have a story for this one but I do have an explanation and personal thoughts. I think it would be different depending on the Jason version we’re talking about. I’ll separate the Jason’s!

Arkham knight Jason- He would be so of put at first when you try to brush his hair, pluck his eyebrows, face masks, moisturizer and such. He be like “why are you so handsy?” He’d feel so uncomfortable because of his own fear that the gentle touch is just pain waiting to be unleashed. Hiding under the guise of gentle touch. He’d flinch away and giving you a look of disgust and mistrust. However, over time after begging and proving over and over again that you mean no harm he will let you but in moderation. Every once in a while he’ll let you pluck his eyebrows, gently massage his face with exfoliating facial scrub, and all the things. It feels good, he can’t deny that much.

Jason Todd comic/ cartoon version- once you guys were close and in a relationship he loved being pampered and feel taken care of. Especially after a long day he is tired and achy. feeling the soft touch of his other half washing away the ailments of the day. Brushing his hair with leave in conditioner, the cool feeling of the face mask being laid out against his skin. Being pampered feels good. Sometimes he’s not good at taken care of himself. He sometimes deny himself self care to that degree because he’s so focus on other things or other people. You, make up for that though. You care for him deeply where he doesn’t. Beside, you had good skin and hair care and your boyfriend should have the same too! It’s also a love language in a sense, acts of service!

[jasonsknight3]

Haven’t drawn my boy Jason Todd (my style in a long time) her ya go! Enjoy a sad Jason Todd!

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Love your writing! My birthday is coming up and I would love it if you could write an AK Jason x reader piece about it! If not, no worries! Again, love your writing! Xoxo

Thank you! I don’t know when your special day is but I would like to wish you a happy one anyway! Here is a Jason x birthday reader

Jason had some interesting birthday traditions he’s picked up. When he moved in with Bruce and Alfred they certainly made him feel special. Almost every birthday Jason, Bruce and Alfred were up at midnight. Alfred would always have a cake and candles ready. By 12:03 everyone had a slice of cake with party hats on. What if….Jason shared this tradition with you? You and Jason had discussed the birthday pal. And how to go about it. Little did you know he had a little plan of his own. He always is good at color matching. *You’ll need to know that ;) *

🎂Birthday Traditions🎂

“Hey…babydoll, wake up.” A soft voice started to rouse you from your deep slumber. The voice persisted, “Come on…open your eyes.” Jason’s voice was a soft sing-song melody. Opening your eyes, there was a soft glow. When your eyes adjusted fully awake you see Jason holding a cheese cake with candles of your age lit and wearing a big grin. “Jason? What are you doing?” You asked your voice groggy from being pulled out of sleep. Normally you were pretty grouchy but I guess this time was different. Jason chuckled, “well, it's 12:00, your birthday has officially started. I wanted to be the first to tell you happy birthday.” You could help the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. “So then you know that it is quite literally the middle of the night. Why couldn't this wait till the morning? I mean you could still be the first later.” Jason responded “You don’t have work today and I just wanted to share my little birthday tradition with you.” A warmth spreads in your chest. “You are too sweet.” You say “only for you, now, if you could be a doll and put the party hats on for me.” Jason nodded his head over to the night stand where two party hats sat waiting to be worn. It felt silly but nice as well. The hats were decorated with different patterns and colors.

Once the hats were strapped on each other's head Jason softly sang the birthday song to you. A beautiful serenade to you and just you. As the song ends you lean forward and blow out the candles making the room dark again with just the light source coming from the moonlight through your window. Reaching over to the nightstand and flicking on the light you smile at Jason. Who was cutting you a slice and putting it on the plate that he probably had sitting in the bed already. After giving you your piece and him fishing his own you ask “So, this is your tradition huh?” Swallowing a bite he nodded. “Yea, when I was younger or uh…lived with Bruce, Alfred would always make a cheesecake for me. As soon as the clock hit midnight they’d put party hats on and sing to me. Midnight is the start of the day so that means it’s your birthday.” You had never heard of such a tradition but it was…heartwarming. Cute. “Mmmm, well thank you for sharing it with me.” You say eating your last bite. “Of course, they also had a gift for me at midnight. I happen to have one for you too.” Jason pulled the night stand drawer open and pulled out a small box. “Oh Jason, you didn’t have to do that.” You say to which he shuts down “let me spoil you today princess. Starting now. Go on, open it.”

An undeniable bubbly feeling flooded your senses. Taking the small box and opening it there was a pretty necklace. It was simple but it had a lovely red stone in it. You didn’t care too much for extravagant things. Jason knew you loved simple things. You were easy to please. “Oh Jason, it’s so lovely! Thank you, love! Help me put it on?” You request to which he happily obliged. Turning your back to him he slid the necklace around your neck and clipped it with a kiss on the nape of your neck. “Let me see.” Jason softly commanded with excitement. Over you turned around. He smiled upon seeing the necklace. He traced the jewelry as it rested against your skin. “Looked good on you baby. Even better than I imagined. Red is definitely your color.” You laugh. “Pft, no red is your color but you just like seeing your color on me.” Jason shrugged “can’t deny that.” With a kiss of thanks to Jason both of you settle back down for the night as you cuddle excited for what the day would bring.

Simple n’ sweet

[jasonsknight3]

I can not tell you guys how cool this is! @mossnymphh made a 3-D model of the warehouse for Ak Jay! It’s so cool! Thank you moss!

Finally working on those 3D models of Jason's safehouse from the blueprint sketch made by @jasonsknight3. It feels good to work on architecture stuff for fun instead of uni for a change.

[jasonsknight3]

While you guys are waiting for the first chapter I have written some more AKJ head-canons and such. Enjoy!

-Jason lives in a wearhouse. A space that has been hidden from the people of Gotham. Jason’s got it wire out too. Codes needed to open doors, alarm systems for people who possibly try to sneak in. His personal room is just a small part of the warehouse though.

-music tastes are crucial. I think this has probably been mentioned by others before but gotta say it again. Deftones (or something similar , Nervana (sometimes) , or even wordless hard rock. (The front bottoms too) Anything to quiet the noise in his head. To block out the negative feelings. To avoid.

-Besides knocking out people and relaxing that way. Jason also cooks when there is time. When he’s not planning, not tired, and not busy. He might just make himself something. Things he picked up from watching Alfred.

-speaking of learning, AK Jay is a good visual learner. He sees you do it once or twice and he’ll be able to do it. Not perfectly but sufficiently enough to work well. Fighting, cooking, music, he can watch and do it. He sees that he can do it.

-after two years of being in captivity his hair grew out before he cut it after escaping. Unfortunately his longer hair was used as leverage. Snagging and forcing him for whatever reason. That hair was very jagged too.

-vigorous workouts. Jason likes working out. It’s nice to relieve stress that way too. He’ll do it until he’s utterly sweaty and exhausted. When he’s pent up, working out is good.

- Jason has a camera, when Joker showed the pictures of Batman with his new Robin (Tim Drake) those pictures stayed in his mind. When he escaped and got set up of course he had to stalk Batman and his new sidekick. He took some pictures of his own. Maybe the photos taken were one of the nails in the coffin. Further proof of how replaceable he was. Just like guns, he is good with a camera. Focusing the lens and taking a shot. Something he grew familiar with his arsenal.

-AK Jason is bilingual (canonically too) he speaks English, Spanish, Japanese, French, German, Italian, Portuguese, and various other languages. His weakest is Russian though.

Pictures are:

Warehouse

Jason with the long hair in Arkham

Jason working out 😏(forgive the anatomy 🥲)

[jasonsknight3]

So, I have my next series that I will be writing or at least working on. This one will be a bit darker in themes and how things go happen. Another reader x AKjay. As for my waitress series, I love it dearly but I can’t find the flow of the story. I have the next chapters done but they were written way before I re-read them. I like the chapter I wrote but from a writing perspective they are written like stand alone instances instead of a blooming relationship. I’ve tried writing in between chapter to try and make things work but it lacks good story flow. I feel torn on whether to pause it or just let it go entirely because I knew a whole group of people love the story and even still today. So, I’m not decided yet but just letting you know where I am at. So, that’s an update for you guys. I’ll will return with writing soon.

[jasonsknight3]

Did an unusual thing today. I started a Tik tok. Idk it just felt like a good idea. I still wanted to share my first post with you guys! I’m back to doing some more writing so I can tell you I will finally have some more stories! I’m pretty excited!