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lmao what if

tim: hey bruce i need to tell you something

bruce, already having a migraine: ...yes?

tim, fucking vibrating out of nervousness: dad i'm gay

bruce, face going completely blank:

tim, already making a plan to establish a vigilante identity separated from the bats and to move to costa rica:

bruce, inhaling rapidly with tears in his eyes: hello gay, i'm dad.

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so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch

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ARSENAL

I DONT THINK YALL UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I THINK ABOUT HIM

NOW LOOK AT ONE OF MY ROY ART 👹👹🫴🏽🫴🏽 BE NICE AND PASS IT TO THE BACK TOO DONT BE STINGY

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thinking about Jason Todd.

he’s reading, quietly trying to continue his book that he’s been glancing at throughout the week. he just got off patrol, showered, has a snack and opens the page.

he removes the bookmark that he placed last time he was determined to read a couple pages. he’s somewhat sleepy so he figures he’ll continue until he’s just about to call it a night.

then by the time he’s past a full chapter, he’s looking for his bookmark that he swore he left on the table. he’s searching, removing things, clearing more of the surface to see if it fell or moved in some way.

he spends more time looking before he’s too tired to care, sticks a stray clean napkin from one of his takeouts from yesterday and grumbles about how he could lose ANOTHER bookmark. either way he decides before getting comfortable in his bed that it’s enough reason to bother Tim about it the next day

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Tim and Jason while on patrol.

Tim glances over at Jason glaring directly at him.

Isn’t he a little more hostile in his staring today? He thinks to himself.

“How could you.” Jason shakes in head in severe disappointment.

“WHAT DID I DO?!?” Tim yells, completely lost because all they’ve been doing is crouching on the rooftop listening to Bruce brief them on the week through their comms.

Jason can’t help but almost tear up underneath his helmet thinking about his grave loss.

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Hi! Just wanted to ask if u cld change my old user (aceoffates) from ur tag list to my current user (deadbeatphobos) since I changed it! And I also really love all of your works esp the F1 Jason au!

ofc! it’s been updated now and thank u! i really love the F1 jason au and i hope to create more for it 🤭💐

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Duke: If you got arrested what would be the charges?

Tim: Theft.

Dick: Disturbing the peace.

Cassandra: Aggravated assault.

Damian: Arson.

Jason: All of the above. In that order, probably.

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Aches and Needed Talks

Pairing: Jason Todd x GN!Reader

Summary: Jason fails to communicate that he will be gone for days. In the midst of not knowing where he is, the day he finally comes home is the day you decide to make the vigilante wait outside the window.

A/N: writers block is taking me away, but I am fighting the battle (T-T) this took days but I did not give up 💐

Word Count: 2.7k

Nicknames are reserved for familiar faces, loved ones, or someone close.

They’re special.

But none of those are being used right now.

“Jason Peter Todd-Wayne.” You clenched your teeth to the man that clearly disappeared without notice.

It sure as hell wasn’t the time.

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You kept the window open, sliding the seal up and wide enough to be the width of two of your fingers.

It allowed your voice to resonate past the walls of your apartment onto the emergency fire escape, the landing spot of the vigilante that still hadn’t come home.

The peak of your anger had passed, letting a slow calm irritation simmer in the air as you looked passed the glass into the very early morning air.

It was still dark out, the streets quiet enough beyond a few cars driving through puddles of water left from the night rain. Streetlights brought in the only warmth to your eyes.

The day was passing over into the morning, night-shift workers exchanging into the morning staff.

You had stood throughout majority of the night, angrily cleaning into the hours.

Scrubbing, disinfecting, glossing.

Nothing was safe from the gloves on your fingers and the spray bottle that was getting its use in.

When the chores were all completed, you placed a chair that neatly faced the window, not more than a couple paces from the clean glass that you wiped earlier in the night.

You held a cup, laid a book in your lap, and waited.

Reading one line at a time, taking a sip to leisurely let the calm breaths fill the air.

Turning one page, listening to the endless cars drive below, taking another sip.

Clack.

“Don’t you dare touch that window.” You barely looked away from the page in your hand.

The leather hand paused to your voice, shifting slowly down to rest on his kneeling legs.

“…Sorry.” Jason hesitated, keeping himself on the grate floor outside your apartment.

You stopped halfway through turning the next page, hesitating enough that Jason tilted his head to your minimal movements. You fought the urge to look up, feeling your slight embarrassment to your anger now that the man was just outside your window.

You finally turned the page completely.

“We had an agreement.” You took a sip.

Things had already gotten to this point and you were not patient enough to let Jason avoid you completely through this conversation.

“I know, the time got away from me, B pinged me when I was juggling everything else—“ He rambled on, letting the modulator soothe out the breaks in his voice.

“I am completely understanding of the vigilante side, we had many conversations about that before we even started dating.” You closed the book, placing it on the small side table near you. “We agreed that you would at least text me the code word we decided on. The ‘no questions asked’ rule.”

Jason hunched forward from the guilt and exhaustion that seemed to pile heavier on his shoulders when he came to see you after patrol. Like his own body unconsciously relaxes when he sees you.

At this very moment, it was betraying him.

“My phone died.” Jason promised through his helmet, pulling out his phone with the darkened screen. He was fucking exhausted, but he would tape his eyes open if he had to because he knew this time, he had to face this—you.

“For three days?” You stared back at him.

“Yes?” Jason breathed out. Nothing he said was helping his case, he knew it wouldn’t help because he broke the rule you asked him to respect.

But his words weren’t coming out the way he wanted and it didn’t help that he had three days’ worth of exhaustion piled on him.

You leaned your head into your palm, closing your eyes as you rubbed them.

Jason let the sensors in his helmet focus on your figure. The motion recognition locked onto your movement and the facial recognition was loading.

It highlighted your identity details. Name, height, blank criminal record.

Jason could mentally see the stern look from Cass about her detailed lessons on facial and body language recognition. Mentally, he knew if she were standing here, her lethally trained eyes would be locked onto him at the state you are currently sitting in.

Drowsy eyes, exhausted posture, and a very clear indication of a long-term messy appearance.

He felt worse.

“Jason—“ You sighed.

“Please don’t call me that.” He had enough sway in his voice to make your eyes glance back up at him.

You couldn’t see his face past the red sheen, but you knew he didn’t like the small boundary you were putting up. It was insignificant now, but he was reluctant to figure out where it might lead to.

“…Jay, you don’t have to explain what you did or went, but no code word makes me assume the worst and what makes me angry is finding out from another person that you did have a reason but chose to actively tell everyone except me.”

“Not everyone knew.”

“The damn security of the apartment asked if everything was alright when he said you stormed off after nearly knocking into him.”

“That was a coincidence.”

“I found out yesterday. More than two days after you left from here.”

“Well—”

“From Tim.”

“I knew I should’ve watched the bastard.” He said under his breath.

“He didn’t do anything wrong and he came for the HDMI cord that I borrowed. It slipped out that you guys returned yesterday and he still came to see me—for a cord.”

Jason tried to think through that one, but any of his comments were going to heighten your anger and he was feeling his knees start to ache from his kneeling position. In one breath, he glanced behind him, into the sky brightening enough to indicate that the sunrise was going to begin soon.

The streetlights slowly turned off one by one.

“I’ll explain, but I need to come inside. Staying out here is…dangerous.” Jason reasoned, swiveling his head back to see you still sitting on your chair, looking at him through the same glass that kept you two separated. “…We should have a meal.”

Your eyes widened at hearing the second rule the two of you agreed on.

His exhausted voice, the strain in his shoulders, the slight tap from his fingers on the glass. All the frustration you had from the night nearly vanished when you realized that all this was silly. The separation, the chair, and the way the entire situation was turning out.

This was the only rule that Jason asked for: “We should have a meal.” It wasn’t a special phrase. The tone and intonation of your voice was what made it specific and hard to miss. But the rule was simple: that no matter how angry the two of you were, the issue wouldn’t go unresolved.

It was versatile. Very situational based, but had the same intention, nonetheless. It could indicate a sort of time-out or a small plead to a minimal and needed break, but with the promise of coming back to the issue.

You agreed that for any person involved in an argument, things shouldn’t go unspoken and forcibly live with building tension. It made you feel more secure with the idea of your relationship with Jason and his vigilante identity.

After months of getting used to the demands of your relationship, you picked up on how much Jason relied on this rule, the built-in insecurity that was rooted in his own fear of his destructive behaviors and the strained relationships with his friends and family.

That he put you on some sort of higher pedestal. Maybe it was because of your civilian status or the fact that you were the closest thing to “normal” he had going for him, but he was very serious of the rule.

“Okay, you’re right.” You got up to shift the window open.

Once you stepped back and Jason had fully climbed into the apartment, you adjusted the latch and dropped the blinds. The small, exhausted tension was still there, settling into the air, but once you looked up to see Jason release the heavy red helmet from his head, you couldn’t help but breathe a little more.

He was home.

Jason met your eyes. He had some new bruises that joined the ones that were almost healed.

You nearly reached out, almost let a finger lift from your side, but you turned.

“I have a plate in the fridge, it’s nothing too special for today. I already ate, but I have some fruit I can cut and—”

Jason reached for the back of your arm, his entire hand wrapping around your forearm before he let his forehead hit your shoulder.

“We should sit down for a moment, I’ll heat the food later.” Jason said with little urgency. He only felt desperate to rest his body on the soft cushions of the sofa and hopefully with you next to him.

“Okay, but you need to take your shoes off.”

Within moments, you were following him to the couch, letting the cushions dip to the weight of Jason sitting. He didn’t fully relax, his back was still stiff as you helped to remove his utility belt, gloves, and the domino mask from his face.

Each with comfortable familiarity to help decompress Jason from patrol. A careful routine that didn’t shake him from transitioning back into domestic life.

This moment felt a little awkward. Usually, you were careful not to scare Jason, but now it felt like he was trying everything in his power to not scare you away from him.

As you knelt in front of the wary man, you loosened his additional storage belts that wrapped around his legs. Taking them down his leg one by one, until his bare pants were left.

In that moment, you allowed yourself one glance.

You wandered your eyes up to the man hunched over your body close to the ground. He was tired and worried. Much too worried for your liking that you had to reach your hand past his drooping hair to touch the skin that was slightly rubbed by the night, outlining his mask and the bruises darkening sections of his skin.

“I’ll get you a washcloth.” You moved your hand away, ready to lift yourself to move to the bathroom.

“Stay, I just need…just stay.” Jason steadied his eyes to you, fearful of blinking too fast if you left his sight.

“Alright. At least let me sit next to you.” You tapped his knee, physically reassuring that you were there and moving to only where you said.

When you sat on the couch, you brushed your back into the cushions, letting your body mold into the plush feeling. Until Jason felt the weight of you near, did he finally let himself lean back.

You watched as he finally closed his eyes, the aches in his muscles looking visible by the small strain in his expression. The furrowed brows and his slow breaths were making you want to analyze him more.

“Trying to stare a hole into my face?” Jason slightly chuckled. He didn’t seem amused, but it was hard not to fall into the usual humor that crept and hid what he actually felt.

“I know how I acted wasn’t the best welcome home, but I really am glad you’re back.”

Jason opened his eyes slowly, letting his eyes follow the sound of your hesitation, but genuine words.

“I know.” He reached out his palm to rest on your leg next to his. It was colder than you liked. “Compared to the three days I was gone, that was the scariest thing I had to face.”

He smiled, but you knew he was lying.

“As long as you make it back.” You felt the weight of your words.

It shifted the air more than you liked.

“I’m a little more banged up this time.” Jason used his thumb to gently nudge your cheek. It was playful, but soothing.

It was a sweet moment, but you knew better as you interrupted the smirk growing on his face.

“You better not say ‘but you should’ve seen the other guy.’” You mocked his raspy voice.

“The other woman.” Jason added another delicate nudge to your face. “Be more progressive.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the way he always had to have the last word.

“There it is.” Jason shifted his weight to lean more toward your body.

He radiated toward your warmth and eased his exhaustion to whatever open space there was. It was simple and familiar the way you shifted your arm over his leaning shoulders, letting him make himself unsuccessfully smaller next to you.

You rubbed the side of his head until you reached the back of his neck. It felt like he was melting into you more than he already had.

Three days without knowing where he was. It was long and daunting, but staying next to him was easy and replenishing.

It was more than enough to feel him beside you, your fingers against his back as it moved up and down to his breathing. The rough fabric of his compression shirt, made from known expensive material that Jason refused from Alfred, but nonetheless you assumed he was cornered by the older man.

“New shirt?” You asked as you scratched his back lightly, tracing the curve of his shoulder blades.

“Yeah, the other one got torn up and Alfred ‘coincidentally’ had this on him.” Jason murmured into your clothes, his warm breath etching through the threads of the fabric, making your skin burn sweetly. “It was absolutely embarrassing matching with everyone.”

You looked down to see his face fully content and smirking into your shoulder. You smiled at the secret expression and played along with the man too cool to match with his family.

“Darn, a tight compression shirt perfectly accentuating your every muscle? You better return it quick.” You bumped his head against yours.

Jason exhaled a laugh, letting his smile lines become prominent at the clear annoyance of the new suit.

”I was right.” He opened his eyes and straightened his back again. His face leaned in close to yours as he traced your jaw with a light hand. “You are more dangerous than anything I’ve faced outside.”

You had to admit to yourself that he was a charmer whether he liked to admit it or not. Sometimes it was more frustrating that Jason didn’t know how smooth and attractive he could be without even trying.

You grabbed onto the base of his palm, overlapping your hands over his, giving him a gentle kiss to his knuckles.

“Come on. We need to go to bed before I get more dangerous.” You stood up, still holding onto the hand that you kissed and grabbing onto the other. Tugging at his arms to try to get him to lift off the couch.

Jason didn’t move or help you at all at trying to lift his body. Watching and making his back go limp into the cushions he leaned on.

You adjusted your body weight and attempted to at least pull his back forward, but only successfully got him to fall forward toward your standing body. He tugged you by your joined hands, taking advantage of your lack of awareness and brought you back to him. With one knee bent onto the couch, right next to his thigh, you realized that neither of you were going nowhere.

The sun was coming in through the crevices of the blinds, reaching into the apartment to touch and highlight the floorboards, the couch that your partner had no plans on leaving, and the walls covered with photos of the two of you.

Each held with a memory that neither of you wanted to forget and making the sun feel even warmer.

“Let’s just stay here.” Jason rubbed your knuckles with his calloused fingers.

“You haven’t even changed and the sun is out.” Despite your complaints, you were feeling your body slowly absorb into Jason’s.

“I’ll block it, but I’m not getting up, so lay with me.”

“How cheesy.” You smiled after letting him plop your bodies next to each other.

Jason kept his promise and leaned over you enough to block out the sun rays coming inside and the calm exhaustion that came in large waves over the two of you made your breaths slow and easy. Your first day after reuniting was spent sleeping, legs entangled and bodies right next to each other

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Last Line Game!

ty for the tag @ebodebo :D 💐 I have been working on this for TOO many days, but it's been easier for me to work on it in small sections rather than one full day of writing

but this is the most recently written line for the next Jason Todd fluff fic! i also have an angst fic in draft, but that will be a surprise for another time :D

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“There it is.” Jason shifted his weight to lean more toward your body.

He radiated toward your warmth and eased his exhaustion to whatever open space there was. It was simple and familiar the way you shifted your arm over his leaning shoulders, letting him make himself unsuccessfully smaller next to you.

You rubbed the side of his head until you reached the back of his neck. It felt like he was melting into you more than he already had.

Three days without knowing where he was. It was long and daunting, but staying next to him was easy and replenishing.

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(way more than the last line lol) There is more to be written! but it is headed in a good direction :D

No pressure tags: @heavysighing-dreamyeyes @sunnie-angel @in-som-niyah

last line game!

thank you for the tag lovely @guiltyasdave

this is more than a few lines because i'm a rule breaker lmao it's from the Bruce fic i was talking about a couple days ago! i'm really excited about it and hope to get it up later this week!

Seventy eight stories up, floating just outside the glass, shimmering with an ethereal glow. Your form is only half-phased, half solid. Raindrops slip right through you, never landing, never soaking. You press a hand to the glass, head tilted slightly as though amused.  Bruce doesn’t speak, but his eyes never leave yours. You don’t knock. You never do. You phase through the glass like it’s water, it doesn’t creak. It hums—a low rumble of energy. When your boots touch the polished floor, your form sharpens into full opacity, but the essence still clings to your skin. He can smell the ozone. You don’t speak, not at first. You just stand there, dripping with power instead of rain, head tilting the other way now as you study him like you always do—like you’re looking straight through the flesh and bone, into whatever broken thing is holding it all together.

tagging the babes: @ebodebo @lavenderdaisychain @eupheme @ovaryacted @moonlight-prose @raeinyourdreams @retrosabers @gracevanpelt & you!

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now i want to join the half-up bun grayson propaganda 🤩

half -up bun dick grayson propaganda. do you see the vision

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the fact that Jason formed the outlaws and technically became a well known international vigilante as well as just a Gotham hero is actually so interesting to me. i wanna see an au where Jason just stayed an outlaw and never went back to Gotham at all. never revealed his identity, but became a well known hero with ties to various members of the JLA anyway because of Roy and Kori. eventually, for some reason, Red Hood is asked to become an official member, and then we get the absolutely golden scenario of the smug as shit Red Hood, feet up on the table at the watchtower, unflinchingly staring down the pissed off form of Batman sat opposite, well fucking aware that he is the only member of the JLA that Bruce won’t be able to figure out the identity of. it is driving Bruce NUTS and Jason is having the time of his life.

meanwhile Constantine is sat in the corner, head bouncing back and forth between them, fully aware of everything, content to watch shit go down only because 1: its funny and 2: Jason bought him a smoothie

i just wanna see anonymous JLA member Red Hood dancing circles around Batman due to his secret identity and immense knowledge/experience of fucking with B, and absolutely nobody can figure out how he does it.

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Comming from prior inspo:

Jason Todd has a cooking blog where people thirst for him, but you run atleast five fan accounts where you encourage the thirst traps with your own.

(sorry my response is so late 😩 i promise im better at this)

I LOVE THIS IDEA

picture this: the camera is angled, maybe he’s recording a video or he’s doing a livestream, but the accounts are flooding in and the comments are loving him. Reader always falling into the innocent “oh you’ll be on a stream? that’s cool. then i’ll be in the other room, don’t worry about me because i have a book i bought.” but as soon as u close the door BAM livestream up, your switching between accounts like clockwork. Comment, another one, switch, and comment.

the moves are so fluid and you’re doing it all straight faced bc this is serious work, you have to encourage your hard working bf. it started out to be subtle fan accounts, but now you’re encouraging a fan club. making compilations, encouraging the fan base to make online fan events, even celebrating each new large launch. you’ve gotten so good at it that you’ve even considered retiring but Jason feels even more motivated, so you picked up the computer again, putting on a pair of janky reading glasses you got from the market down the street.

and Jason has no idea until he’s stumbled upon you, completely faced down asleep, exhausted from a day of running Jason’s fan base and writing so many loving comments that he just smiles, saves your work, and gets you back to bed.

He laughs a little when he thought about all the times you were so nonchalant about helping with his new hobby and wanting to start a blog that he should have known all the times you would disappear into a room that you were running his behind the scenes.

the next time you clock in for your daily fan base shift, you open up your account to everyone flooding your feed to tell you that Jason himself gave you a personal shout out.

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i didn’t realize how much everyone liked this post here (i wrote literally on break from writing my main draft 😭) but i’m about to make some short drabbles on it bc i didn’t realize everyone was ITCHING for that trope lmao

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don’t worry yall i’m still writing 😮‍💨 trying to make this into a longer word count since i refuse to look at some other drafts 😭 BUT WE’RE MAKING PROGRESS. this one is a slight hurt/comfort yall. i may always be late, but i am at least consistent 🏃‍♂️‍➡️

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brain rot Damian is something i live by.

he’s the type to same something so criminally brain reducing then turn around, look u in the eye and tell u “no one will ever believe u”

and no one will 🧍‍♂️😭

I think it'd be funny if Damian kept up his formal speech patterns for the sole purpose of appearance. Originally, he would've learned to speak that way in the League, but I feel like Jason's informality and unseriousness would rub off on him eventually.

Alfred is gone for the week and Bruce is cooking for the bats

Bruce: "Alright guys, it's a little burnt, but it still might be good."

Tim, squinting his eyes at the plate: "B, it looks radioactive.."

Damian: "Father, I will not be consuming this horrible dish. It seems itself to be inedible, and I will not be poisoned by your lack of skill in the food department."

Later

Damian, on the phone with Jason: "It looked like shit! He served us all mystery meat, Todd. Bring me some decent food right now or I'm killing myself."

Jason: "Jeez, kid, take a chill pill or something. I'm on my way."

Damian: "There is no pill chill enough for me to take, Todd! I can't keep starving myself whenever Dad is put in charge. He's going to kill us all on accident!"

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absolute cinema, i’ll take 15—no, 20 of him

i totally agree that he is unaware of how attractive he would be AND IT WOULD MAKE ME SICK. i would spend 7 lifetimes convincing him

Competent things that Jason Todd does that I find extremely hot:

Driving with one hand/putting a hand on the back of the passenger seat when he reverses.

Is able to reload a gun without stopping a conversation or looking away from you.

He's really good at darts. Impeccable aim. I'm all over him.

Has amazing balance. This is especially evident when you're on the train. Jason always stands to leave seats for others, and you'll often stand with him. He not only can balance himself, but if you're wobbly, Jason will very easily hold you in place with a hand on your back or hip.

He's good at fixing things. Knows exactly what to get from Home Depot. He's that Ron Swanson "I know more than you" moment.

Very aware of his surroundings which results in things like tugging you gently so you don't bump into anyone or anything. Does this without breaking conversation, of course.

Good at undressing you or dressing you. Not necessarily in a sexual way, just that Jason is observant enough to know your routine and style. He knows what jewelry or accessories you wear and he'll put them on you. He'll put your shoes on for you. Zip up your dress or pants or button your blouse. Tie the sashes on your clothes. And he's just as good at getting your clothes off, especially when you're too tired.

Is good at navigating. Can read a map easily. Has a sharp sense of direction. Sometimes gives directions like "you'll go three miles west" and you have to give him a look because what the hell is he talking about? You're not a compass.

He remembers faces and names well. Jason has a good memory in general. He needs it for what he does.

Jason is just really smart in general. The way he lives enables him to meet a lot of different people and be exposed to a lot of different cultures and places. Jason would be good at navigating a foreign country, for example. If you were on vacation he'd know where to eat, what areas to visit, how to talk to the locals, etc.

Jason speaks a lot of languages. He's good at figuring out puzzles or decoding linguistic clues. He's a voracious reader. Knowledge is power for Jason.

If you're eating somewhere that isn't sit-down (e.g., Chipotle) Jason knows your order and will order for you. He urges you to sit and let him bring food to you. It makes him feel wanted.

An obvious one is that Jason's good in the field. He's good in combat. You've only witnessed this a few times because Jason doesn't like fighting in front of you. But the way Jason wields his body or weapons and fluidly disarms or restrains someone is hot as fuck! You're all over him on those nights (Jason doesn't understand why).

Jason is super protective but he does it in a way that's not posturing. He doesn't have an ego about it. But if he sees that you or someone nearby feels unsafe, he'll stand there and put himself between you and the danger. Yelling or fighting isn't his first choice. Jason's confident and competent enough that he knows how to deescalate without raising his voice. I need him so bad.

Strong man lifts stuff teehee! Jason very easily can carry your groceries or assemble furniture or even move you around. Like if Jason's coming to sit on the couch and watch a movie with you, he'll sometimes lift you so he can sit with you atop him. It always flusters you and it always makes you want to paw at him rather than watch the movie.

When he gets more comfortable in your relationship, Jason does little touches that, to you, sort of establish dominance without him meaning to. That is, Jason pets you a little and you melt. Usually it's from a hand on your thigh while you're sitting. Or him touching the small of your back or putting an arm around your waist. It makes you giddy how easily Jason touches you.

Sometimes you'll purposely make Jason take a plate or towel from you because he gets so focused when he's trying to get something from you. It makes you feel hunted in a sexy way. Before you can blink, Jason's got the plate. You don't even know how it happens, how he moves so fast and takes things without a struggle. Reminders of Jason's easy strength and agility are also very hot.

NSFW: Jason is really good at making you come. The thing about Jason is that when he wants to do something well, he won't stop practicing until he hones the skill. So when it comes to pleasing you in bed, Jason puts in the work until it comes very naturally to him. He is particularly dexterous with his fingers and gets annoyingly good at making you squirm and whine.

Somewhat NSFW: Jason's really fucking clever. Sometimes this results in him getting cocky or teasing you a bit. Never in a mean way. But an example is if you're secretly reading a smutty book, Jason will find out no matter how careful you are. And he will be so damn smug about figuring things out. If he sees that you get flustered when he's outwitted you, forget it. Jason will absolutely take advantage.

Above all, the hottest thing by far is that for the majority of these things, Jason isn't even aware of how attractive he is. To him, it's just stuff he knows how to do or behaviors that come naturally to him. He's not trying to show off or be hot and that only makes him hotter 🤌

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as i’m writing (i fell asleep whoops don’t stone me) i tend to write a reader that is gentle with Jason Todd. Soft touches to the face, soothing words, but in reality I think he would love a person that manhandles him. the fact a person can absolutely control him with a look, throw him around, and tell him what to do. You could say the most deadpanned request and Jason is all giggles and smiles “Yes, whatever you want 🗣️🗣️🤩” and he’s skipping to your side. Even perfect if the trope goes further and reader is the nonchalant (but not actually) cool character and Jason becomes the all smiles and laughter. And Batfam are absolutely TERRIFIED of it. I love me a good trope of “how did those two end up together?” and Jason’s just like “we got the exact same sandwich order and that was pretty cool, been together for 15 years” but Dick just stares in confusion asking “You’re barely in your 20s???” and then Reader joins in like “damn, a couple can’t catch a vibe? my husband of 23 years doesn’t need to be told of how to love me.” and it’s EVEN more confusing for Dick as he asks “HUSBAND????”, but the rest of batfam finds out that the real reason your together is because you’re just perfect liars but the relationship is real💀💀 it could even get to the point where they question if you’re really together at some points

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🪨!!! GET IT DONEEE!! 🪨🪨

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