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meme redraw for dicks birthday :D

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Think I got that thing that fanfic writers get where everything bad happens in their life like I feel like I’m close to hitting rock bottom and I’m not inspired anymore I have ideas and shit but fuck 💔life is hard for me rn

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HOW TO GIVE HEAD 101 | jason todd x reader

DC COMICS MASTERLIST | WARNINGS: blowjobs (male receiving oral sex), sexual themes.

Do not repost, translate, or rewrite my work (AI generated or otherwise) without my permission. @mintyys-blog

MINORS DNI

You and Jason lounged lazily on the couch, half-watching a movie, half just basking in each other’s company. You two had been friends forever — the kind of effortless bond built from late nights, too many shared secrets, and just enough mutual bad decisions to trust each other with anything.

You were playing with the hem of your hoodie, mind racing, heart hammering a little faster than you liked. Finally, you blurted out, “There’s this guy I like.”

Jason turned his head lazily toward you, one eyebrow quirked. “Oh yeah? What’s he like?”

You shrugged, a little embarrassed. “He’s… experienced. Like, really experienced.” You avoided Jason’s eyes, choosing instead to pick at a loose thread. “And we’ve been talking, a lot. It’s getting… flirty.”

Jason smirked knowingly, but said nothing.

You swallowed. “The thing is… he really likes—” you lowered your voice, like the apartment walls had suddenly become sentient, “—blow jobs. Like, a lot. And I’m not… super confident about that kind of thing.”

Jason’s expression stayed easy, but there was a flicker of amusement in his blue eyes. You pressed on, cheeks burning.

“I just… I don’t wanna disappoint him, you know?” You fiddled harder with your sleeve. Then, almost too quietly to hear, you added, “So… I was kinda thinking… maybe…”

You turned your head slowly toward Jason, giving him your best wide-eyed, innocent look.

He stared at you blankly for a long beat. Then, deadpan: “Are you asking to suck my dick for experience to impress another guy?”

You grimaced, embarrassed, but forced yourself to nod. “Well… when you say it like that—”

Jason huffed a short laugh, tossing his head back against the couch. Then he looked at you again, more serious this time, something a little more careful in his gaze. “Go ahead,” he said, voice low, a smirk tugging at his lips. Your eyes widened. “Really?”

A grin broke out on your face — you couldn’t even help it — excitement and nerves mixing together in a way that made you buzz. “Yeah,” Jason shrugged, casual, but you could tell he was fighting a real smile. “I wouldn’t mind teaching you. First step, you already got down: sound excited — not like it’s a chore.”

You nodded quickly, trying to tamp down the giddy flutter in your chest. “Should I, uh… take notes or something?”

Jason let out a low chuckle and leaned back, spreading his arms across the back of the couch, legs parted just enough to be cocky without trying. “Nah, baby,” he said smoothly, “you’ll have to learn from some hands-on training.”

Your heart thudded so hard you were sure he could hear it. Hands-on training. With Jason. This night was about to get a lot more interesting.

You shifted nervously onto the floor, settling between Jason’s spread legs, your knees pressing into the carpet. You looked up at him, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nerves twisting in your stomach.

Jason rested his arms lazily on the couch behind him, watching you with that same amused, half-lidded look. His voice was calm when he spoke, almost soothing.

“Alright, first thing you gotta understand…” he started, letting his legs spread a little wider, making room for you. “A blow job isn’t just about your mouth. It’s about enthusiasm. Pressure. Rhythm. How much you’re into it.”

You swallowed hard, nodding. Your hands rested awkwardly on your thighs, waiting for him to tell you what to do.

He smiled faintly, noticing. “Relax, babe. You’re not gonna hurt me.” He leaned forward slightly. “Start by using your hands first. Tease me a little. Get me hard. It’s not a race.”

You nodded again, hands a little shaky as you reached up and started fumbling with his belt. Jason chuckled low in his throat, reaching down to help you, fingers brushing yours as he undid it and let his jeans hang loose.

“Here.” His voice had dropped a little. “Go slow. Just… touch me. Light at first.”

You swallowed and slipped your hand inside his boxers, fingers grazing against warm skin. Jason sucked in a breath through his teeth, but didn’t rush you.

“Good… now, see, the first few seconds?” he said, tone lazy like he was explaining a game. “It’s about building it up. Light touches, kisses. Make it feel like you’re teasing the hell out of me before you even get serious.”

You blinked up at him again. “Kisses?”

“Yeah.” Jason smirked. “Like you’d kiss someone you really wanted. Start slow. Right at the tip.”

Your face burned hotter, but you leaned in, lips brushing just barely over him. Jason’s breath hitched — barely, but enough that you caught it — and your confidence grew just a little.

“There you go…” he murmured. “See? Already getting the idea.”

You placed another soft kiss, then another, feeling him twitch a little in your hand. Your mouth moved gently over him, just like he said.

Jason leaned his head back against the couch, watching you through half-closed eyes. His voice stayed calm, but rougher now.

“Now… flatten your tongue. Lick up the underside real slow. That spot’s sensitive as hell.”

You obeyed, sliding your tongue along the underside like he said, feeling him grow harder against your hand. His hand twitched like he wanted to touch you, to guide you, but he kept it at the back of the couch, letting you figure it out.

A low groan rumbled from his chest. “Fuck… you’re a quick learner, babe.”

You smiled a little against him, feeling bold now. Jason’s hips shifted just slightly forward, encouraging without saying a word.

“Now… open your mouth. Take just the tip in. Easy,” he coached, voice low and gravelly. “Don’t rush. Use your tongue while you’re sucking, swirl it a little.”

You did as he asked, easing him into your mouth, feeling the weight of him on your tongue. You swirled like he said, cheeks hollowing a little as you sucked carefully, listening to every sound he made, every little twitch of his body.

Jason groaned again, this time not bothering to hide it. His hand finally slid off the back of the couch, fingers brushing lightly through your hair.

“Shit… you’re gonna kill him if you do it like this,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust. “You’re already better than half the girls I’ve been with.”

You pulled back slightly, a little shy at the praise, and Jason laughed breathlessly, thumb brushing lightly over your cheek.

“Don’t stop now, baby,” he murmured. “Lesson’s just getting started.”

You swallowed and leaned back in, lips wrapping around him again, feeling a thrill at how Jason’s body tensed beneath you. His hand stayed light in your hair, barely guiding — just a reassuring presence.

“Good girl…” he rasped, the words slipping out before he could catch them. You flushed at the praise, heart thudding harder.

Jason gave a low chuckle at your reaction, voice rough but still patient.

“Alright. Now use your hand too. Grip the base — yeah, like that. Twist your wrist a little while you move your mouth. Not too tight, just enough to keep the pressure steady.”

You tried it, sliding your hand along the length of him while your mouth worked the tip, feeling him throb under your touch. His breath caught, fingers flexing slightly in your hair.

“Shit, babe, yeah…” he muttered, letting his eyes close for a second before forcing them open again. He wanted to watch you — needed to.

You hollowed your cheeks a little more, moving your mouth and hand together like he said. Jason let out a low, broken groan, hips twitching slightly.

“You’re killing me here, you know that?” he gritted out, voice hoarse. “The way you’re looking up at me, all eager and pretty… fuck.”

You whimpered a little around him, and Jason cursed again under his breath. His thumb brushed your jaw, gently wiping a bit of spit away.

“Alright, next part,” he said, clearing his throat like he needed to get control back. His hand tightened slightly in your hair, but not enough to hurt — just enough to make you focus.

“Breathe through your nose. Try to take me deeper, a little at a time. You don’t have to force it — just let your throat open. If it gets too much, pull back. No shame in it.”

You nodded, determined, and slowly eased your mouth lower. Jason sucked in a sharp breath, the sound raw in the quiet room. You felt him bump the back of your throat and instinctively gagged a little, pulling back immediately.

Jason chuckled low, rubbing your scalp gently.

“That’s normal. Took me a while to get a girl to even try that.” His voice was warm, almost proud. “You’re doing better than you think.”

You tried again, taking him slower, relaxing your throat just like he said. This time you managed to take him a little deeper without gagging right away. Jason’s hips shifted again, this time clearly fighting the urge to thrust deeper into your mouth.

“Jesus, Y/N…” he groaned. His hand gripped your hair more firmly, guiding your pace now — a slow, steady rhythm.

“Fuck, that’s it. Nice and slow. Let me feel your mouth, your tongue, all of it…” His voice was rough, almost shaking.

You felt yourself getting warm all over, your own thighs pressing together as you listened to him fall apart above you. It was addicting — the power of it, the trust he gave you, the way he praised you like you were already the best he’d ever had.

Jason’s breathing was ragged now, a deep flush creeping up his throat.

“Start stroking with your hand at the same time, baby. Mouth and hand together.” His instructions were getting choppier, like it was getting harder for him to think straight.

You followed, hand twisting at the base while you bobbed your head in slow, steady movements, feeling him twitch and pulse inside your mouth.

“F-fuck…” Jason hissed. “If you do that to the guy you like, he’s gonna fall in love on the spot.”

You smiled a little around him, pride blooming in your chest.

Jason’s other hand gripped the couch cushion like he needed to anchor himself, hips twitching again, almost involuntarily.

“You wanna really drive a guy crazy?” he gritted out. “Look up at him while you’re doing it. Let him see how much you love it.”

You glanced up through your lashes, cheeks flushed, mouth full of him — and Jason’s head dropped back against the couch with a broken growl.

“Goddamn it, Y/N…” he groaned, voice wrecked. “You’re too good at this.”

Jason’s breathing was ragged now, every muscle in his body drawn tight. His hand was firm in your hair, but not harsh — grounding you there, keeping you moving at the pace he wanted.

You kept your eyes locked on his, cheeks hollowed around him, hand sliding up and down the base just like he taught you.

“Fuck… Y/N,” he groaned again, head tipping back, veins standing out along his throat. “You’re gonna make me lose it if you keep looking at me like that…”

Your stomach fluttered at the broken edge in his voice. It didn’t sound like he was coaching anymore. It sounded real — desperate.

His fingers tightened just a little more, forcing your mouth to take him a little deeper with each slow thrust of his hips.

“Little more, baby,” he muttered, voice rough and coaxing. “Open your throat, breathe through your nose, yeah? You can do it.”

You nodded as much as you could, letting him guide your rhythm — his hips rocking up slowly into your mouth, pulling back just enough not to overwhelm you. Every slow thrust made your throat burn a little more, but the raw sounds coming out of him made you want to keep going.

Jason’s hand left the couch and grabbed your jaw, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth where spit was starting to drip down your chin.

“So fuckin’ pretty like this,” he growled under his breath. “Such a good girl… letting me teach you.”

Your thighs squeezed together instinctively at the praise. You were supposed to be learning for another guy — but right now, all you could think about was Jason, the way he sounded, the way he looked at you like he wanted to tear you apart and worship you at the same time.

“Move your hand a little faster,” he ordered, voice dark, strained. “Keep your mouth tight around me, fuck—”

You obeyed, hollowing your cheeks again, and Jason let out a broken, guttural moan that sounded like he was barely holding himself together.

“Fuck, Y/N… if you don’t stop, I’m gonna—” He cut himself off, jaw clenching.

You whimpered a little around him, swirling your tongue just like he taught you, determined to see it through. The tension in him snapped — his hips jerked up once, hard, and his grip tightened on your hair as he spilled into your mouth with a strangled groan.

You gasped around him, swallowing instinctively because you didn’t know what else to do — Jason’s whole body was shaking, his head dropped back against the couch, chest heaving.

For a second, the only sound was his ragged breathing, the hum of the city outside the window.

Finally, Jason looked down at you — pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed, chest still rising and falling fast.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, a slow grin curling his lips. “You’re dangerous, baby girl.”

You wiped your mouth shyly, heart hammering, unsure what to say. Part of you still couldn’t believe you actually did that.

Jason reached out, tugging you gently up by the arms until you were straddling his lap, his jeans pushed halfway down his hips. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, his touch unexpectedly soft.

“You still wanna impress that other guy?” he asked, voice low, thumb stroking your jaw.

You blinked at him, mouth parting slightly.

“I…” you hesitated. Your heart twisted, because the way he was looking at you now — like you were the only girl in the world — made you forget why you wanted to impress anyone else to begin with.

Jason chuckled quietly, pressing his forehead lightly against yours.

“Thought so,” he murmured, his breath warm against your lips. “You don’t need anyone else, Y/N. Not when you already got me.”

Jason’s hand was just sliding up your thigh, his mouth brushing along your neck, when you stiffened slightly beneath him. He immediately pulled back, concern flashing across his face. “What’s wrong, doll?” he asked, voice low and careful.

You pressed a hand against his chest, chewing your bottom lip anxiously. “Jay… don’t get me wrong— I do like you, you’re amazing. But… I also really like this other guy, and…”

Jason leaned back the second you said it, smiling a little, though you could see the flash of disappointment he tried to hide.

“It’s okay, doll,” he said easily, lifting you gently off his lap and setting you next to him on the couch. “I get it.”

You grabbed the nearest pillow, hugging it against your chest, guilt washing over you. “I’m sorry if I led you on—” you started, but Jason just laughed, shaking his head.

“You didn’t lead me on. Trust me,” he said, voice warm and teasing. “And anyway, it’s fine. I’m not gonna get butt hurt just because you like some other guy.” He gave you a playful nudge with his shoulder. “Say… what’s his name?”

You brightened immediately, eager to tell him. “Oh! His name is Dick Grayson!”

Jason had just taken a sip of his beer — and immediately choked, spraying it across the room. You panicked, rushing to his side and thumping his back. “Jason! Oh my god, are you okay??” you cried, worried as he coughed and tried to wave you off.

He nodded, clearing his throat with a rough laugh. “Yeah… yeah, I’m fine,” he said, voice hoarse. Then he smirked at you — a sly, almost wicked little look.

You didn’t catch it. You were too busy fretting over him. Jason reached out, ruffling your hair affectionately, and said, “Don’t worry, doll. Just do what you did tonight, and he’ll love it.”

You smiled wide, relief and excitement lighting up your whole face. “Thanks, Jason.”

He leaned back against the couch, tossing an arm around your shoulders in an easy, protective way. “Anytime, sweetheart,” he murmured, still grinning to himself — because you had no idea Dick Grayson was Jason’s older, adoptive brother. And Jason? He couldn’t wait to see how that was gonna play out.

Later that night, after you left — practically skipping with excitement about your crush — Jason was still stretched out on the couch, grinning at the ceiling like a man who just watched fate set a bomb and walk away whistling.

He grabbed his phone off the coffee table, thumbing through his contacts until he found the one labeled:

“Asshole #1”

He smirked and typed quickly:

Jason:

bro… we gotta talk.

it’s about you. and it’s hilarious.

He barely had time to set the phone down before it buzzed angrily.

Dick:

?? what did i do now?

i’m literally just eating cereal rn wtf

Jason barked out a short laugh and leaned back, picturing the look on Dick’s face when he found out who had been practicing just for him tonight.

He tapped another reply:

Jason:

nothing yet. just… be nice when a pretty little thing gets brave enough to flirt with you soon.

she’s special. don’t be a dick, dick.

There was a pause. Then:

Dick:

???

who the hell are you talking about???

JASON ANSWER ME

Jason laughed so hard he nearly dropped the phone. He thought about telling him the full truth — that you, sweet, bright-eyed you, had just spent the evening on your knees for him practicing — but he decided to let it simmer a little longer.

Wouldn’t hurt to make Grayson sweat.

He threw his phone onto the couch and muttered to himself with a grin, “Man… this is gonna be good.” And for the first time in a long time, Jason Todd felt like he had something to look forward to.

It all happened faster than you thought it would.

One minute, you were sitting next to Dick Grayson at a Titans gathering, both of you laughing over something stupid. The next, you were alone together in his room, your heart hammering so loud you could barely hear yourself think.

When you dropped to your knees in front of him — cheeks burning, nerves twisting in your gut — he barely had time to react before your hands were on his belt.

“Y/N—” he started, but the second your mouth wrapped around him, all coherent thought seemed to leave his brain.

He hissed through his teeth, one hand flying to the back of your head automatically — but not pushing, just gripping at your hair like he needed something to hold onto.

“Shit, sweetheart,” he groaned, voice cracking, hips jerking slightly against your mouth. You took him deep, hollowing your cheeks exactly how Jason had taught you, keeping your hand at the base and twisting gently as you moved — slow, purposeful, confident.

Dick almost blacked out.

It wasn’t just good — it was skilled. Way too skilled for someone who, from what he remembered, had said she was “still learning.”

He forced his eyes open, looking down at you — and that’s when the first little seed of suspicion planted itself.

Something about the way you worked him over — the way you squeezed at the base, the way you bobbed your head in rhythm, your tongue teasing just right at the tip — it wasn’t just natural talent. It was training.

You finally pulled off, blinking up at him innocently, a little bit of spit trailing down your chin.

He sucked in a ragged breath, trying to get a grip on himself. “Holy shit, Y/N,” he muttered, wiping his thumb gently across your lips. “That was— I mean, where did you learn to do that?”

You flushed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand shyly. “I mean… I practiced? Once. Before tonight.” You smiled nervously. “I told you I didn’t have a lot of experience… but I wanted to impress you, so…”

Dick’s brows furrowed slightly. “Practiced… with who?” he asked, trying to sound casual — but his voice cracked halfway through.

You shrugged, fidgeting. “Oh— um. Just… my friend Jason helped me.”

Silence. Utter, horrified silence. Dick’s whole face froze — eyes wide, mouth slightly open — like his soul physically left his body for a moment.

“Jason,” he repeated, voice tight.

“Yeah,” you nodded brightly, oblivious to the internal meltdown happening inside him. “He’s really good at explaining stuff. Super patient.”

Dick scrubbed a hand down his face, groaning. “Oh my god,” he muttered under his breath.

He wasn’t mad — not really. He couldn’t be. You didn’t know the full story — you didn’t realize you had literally just given him a blowjob with Jason Todd’s signature techniques. Techniques Dick had, unfortunately, recognized mid-orgasm.

He exhaled sharply, still trying to wrap his head around it.

“Okay,” he said, voice strangled but still kind. He reached down, pulling you into his lap carefully. “Okay. We’re gonna… just… move past that for now.”

You smiled shyly and snuggled against his chest, thinking he was embarrassed because he liked it so much.

Later that night, Dick was stalking down the hall like a man possessed, trying to find Jason. His face was flushed, his hair a mess, and he looked like he’d just been run over by a truck.

(Which, in a way, he kind of had.)

He found Jason exactly where he expected — in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, sipping a beer like he had all the time in the world.

Jason clocked him immediately, eyes glinting with mischief.

“Well, well, well,” Jason drawled, setting his beer down and crossing his arms. “Look who survived his special tutoring session.”

Dick stopped a few feet away, running a hand down his face in pure agony. “You’re a dick, you know that?” he groaned.

Jason barked out a laugh. “Me? I’m the dick?” He pointed at himself, grinning ear to ear. “I’m not the one who got the full Jason Todd patented blowjob experience without even asking.”

Dick made a strangled sound in his throat, visibly dying inside. “You taught her,” he hissed under his breath, glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one else was nearby. “You taught her how to— to—”

“—to suck your soul out through your dick?” Jason finished helpfully, smiling so wide it should’ve been illegal. “You’re welcome.”

Dick was halfway between throttling him and bursting into laughter. “Dude, she’s so innocent,” he said, flailing his hands helplessly. “She has no idea— she just— trusted you!”

Jason shrugged, completely unbothered. “Hey, I was a perfect gentleman about it.” He took another sip of his beer, smirking behind the bottle. “She asked for help. I provided a public service.”

Dick pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes, groaning. “This is so messed up.”

Jason clapped him on the shoulder, nearly sending him stumbling forward.

“Look at it this way, Big Brother—” Jason said with a teasing grin. “At least you got the rewards without doing any of the work.”

Dick glared at him murderously — but he didn’t argue. Because— God help him… Jason wasn’t wrong.

You padded into the kitchen, still floating on a little high from earlier, only to freeze in the doorway. There stood Jason, casually leaning against the counter — and Dick Grayson, standing stiff as a board like he was caught hiding a dead body.

You blinked, shocked. “Jay! Hi—uh, what are you doing at the Tower?”

Before you could spiral into awkwardness, Jason’s grin stretched wider. He pushed off the counter and pulled you into an easy hug, ruffling your hair affectionately.

Dick just stood there behind him, looking like he was silently begging the universe to strike him dead.

Jason hugged you tight, smirking directly at Dick over your shoulder. “Oh, you know,” Jason said casually, voice dripping with amusement. “Just visiting family.”

You pulled away, frowning slightly. “Family? I thought you said you were adopted?”

Jason chuckled, like he was just remembering a silly little thing he forgot to mention. “Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck like it was no big deal. “Well, funny thing… turns out I kinda forgot to tell you—Dick and I are brothers.”

You stared at him. Then at Dick. Then back at him. The realization hit you like a brick wall. Your face drained of color. Your jaw dropped. “Oh… oh no,” you breathed, stepping back in horror.

Jason just beamed, the most evil, smug, entertained older brother you could ever imagine. Dick, on the other hand, looked like he was about two seconds away from throwing himself out the window.

You covered your mouth, mortified. “I gave head to your—your—!!” you squeaked, unable to even finish the sentence.

Jason patted your head like you were a confused puppy. “Relax, dollface,” he said, winking shamelessly. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Actually…” He cocked his head at Dick with a shit-eating grin. “You made my brother a very happy man tonight.”

“JASON!” Dick barked, red-faced, but Jason was already moving toward the door, laughing under his breath.

Before he left the kitchen, he turned back, tossed you a wink so quick Dick didn’t catch it — and said, “Good job, sweetheart. Proud of you.”

And with that, he disappeared down the hallway, whistling innocently.

You stood there frozen, absolutely mortified. Dick dragged a hand down his face, groaning like his soul had physically left his body.

“Well,” you mumbled, cheeks burning hotter than the sun, “at least now I know why it felt like he was weirdly good at teaching…” Dick just let out a helpless little noise of pain, looking at you like he had no idea whether to laugh or cry.

Later that night, Dick lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling like a man at war with his soul. He had been tossing and turning for an hour, replaying every agonizing second from earlier — your mortified face, Jason’s shit-eating grin, the way Jason had said “proud of you” like he was handing out a damn scouting badge—

His phone buzzed on the nightstand. He groaned, rolling over to check it, praying it wasn’t who he thought it was. It was.

Jason Todd:

Hey big bro.

How’s my favorite little student?

Dick glared at the screen, feeling his blood pressure spike.

Before he could even respond, another text came in:

Jason Todd:

Did she use the twist?

Be honest.

Dick threw the phone onto the bed like it had personally insulted him, running both hands through his hair. “damn it, Jason,” he muttered, pacing the room.

The phone buzzed again.

Jason Todd:

You can thank me later.

Or name your first kid after me.

Your call.

Dick actually let out a strangled, painful laugh — half from genuine amusement, half from the soul-crushing secondhand embarrassment that was now his permanent companion.

He snatched the phone back up, thumbs flying across the screen.

Dick Grayson:

I’m going to kill you.

Slowly.

A second later:

Jason Todd:

You’re welcome.

<3

Dick groaned again, collapsing face-first onto the mattress. This was his life now.

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i love you, i’m sorry

jason todd x fem!reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings: injured character, explicit descriptions of wounds, brief mention of reader having a panic attack, emotional angst, bad dad Bruce implied

a/n: i just feel like jason showing up half dead at your door would be a massive turning point in your relationship, y’know? can be read as a successor to this or as a standalone.

divider credit: saradika

When Red Hood comes to you, he’s almost always hurt. You’ve learned to keep a first aid kit that would make any hospital jealous and with no formal training you’ve picked up skills that rival that of an army medic. Over the last year, you’ve seen gashes, bruises, concussions, even a dislocated shoulder.

You have never seen anything like this.

You spot him the second you walk through your front door. He’s slumped against the wall just below your window. His armor has gashes in it and blood steadily drips from the tears. There’s more blood dripping down his chest, making the red bat symbol look like it’s melting. More concerning than anything else is the helmet. It’s broken. There’s a huge chunk of it missing on the left side of his head. You can see the red domino mask underneath, the battered skin that’s already coloring the initial red-purple of a black eye, and the blood flowing from a nasty looking cut on his eyebrow.

You freeze. A bolt of panic shoots from your head to your toes. No, not panic. Fear. Pure, undiluted fear. Because he looks like he’s dying. The thought startles you out of your haze and you slam your front door shut, locking the five different locks he’d insisted on installing around three months into your partnership. You run to him. You don’t know what to do. All you know is you need to get to him.

You drop to your knees and place your hands on either side of his head. For the first time, your right hand meets skin instead of cool metal. Maybe another time you’d savor that, but your hand is slick with his blood the second you make contact.

“Red?” you call, voice frantic.

You repeat the nickname over and over, fear rising into your throat when he makes no acknowledgment of you, when there’s no sign of life. You continue to call for him, begin gently shaking his shoulder. Finally, the white lens of the domino mask narrows and expands. A blink. He’s alive.

“Hey.”

His voice is broken, weak, filled with pain. He’s hurt in a way you’ve never seen him hurt. Underneath the fear you feel a surge of anger. Whoever did this to him…you want their head on a pike.

“Hi…hi,” you greet him shakily.

You’re lost. He’s in such bad shape you don’t know where to begin. You decide to look at the wounds on his torso first. There’s many, but the blood that leaks from them is the bright red of surface wounds. Most of the blood he’s drenched in comes from a brutal gash situated just between his helmet and his body armor. It’s a tiny sliver of skin, maybe an inch of exposure, but it’s raggedly cut open.

Whoever hurt him had aimed just right to target the inconspicuous vulnerability. The rage flares again before it’s swallowed up by fear. You press your hand against the wound to stem the flow of thick, dark blood. Your heart breaks at the groan of pain he lets out.

Finally, you look at his head. This is the first time you’ve seen any part of his face. You’ve longed to know who your nighttime companion is, who your friend is. You never wanted to see him like this. The eyebrow cut is long, a slice from just above his eyelid to the middle of his forehead. Bruises cover his brow bone, his cheekbone, his forehead. Every bit of exposed skin looks battered. It clicks in your brain in one horrifying instant.

His wounds aren’t from a shootout or a tussle with a criminal gone south. He’s been beaten. Badly. And there’s only one person who you can think of that would be capable of harming him like this. You pull your curtains shut and say a prayer to whoever’s listening that the World’s Greatest Detective isn’t still hunting him.

“Red? I need to get you to the bathroom, okay?” you ask, the cracking in your voice betraying any sense of strength you were trying to convey.

He doesn’t respond and you feel fear shoot through you again. Then his arm wraps around your waist and you breathe a sigh of relief. You can’t lift him to his feet, nor could you support his weight if you managed it. You realize you’re going to have to crawl to your bathroom.

The process is slow and awkward. Red Hood lifts himself off the wall, slumping forward toward you. You pull his arm over your shoulder, and even with both of you on the ground his weight is heavy against you. You keep one arm wrapped around his waist, the other slowly helping to drag the both of you towards your bathroom.

Your muscles are burning and your arms are shaky when you finally make it. With his help, you manage one last burst of strength to get him into your bathtub. You think that that’s the last bit of help you’ll get from him tonight when he goes limp against the tub wall.

You feel a sudden wave of anxiety come over you. You’re going to need to get his clothes off. Worse, you need the helmet off. You feel wrong even thinking about it. Once when he’d had a bad concussion, you’d woken him every hour on the hour with your eyes closed so as not to see his face.

“Red…I know you’re not going to like this, but I have to take off your helmet, okay? I need to see if there’s any other wounds under there,” you say carefully, slowly, like trying to comfort a wounded animal ready to bite.

You feel his shoulders stiffen under your hands. You wait for him to tell you no, to fight you on it like he has every time before. Instead he gives a nearly imperceptible nod of his head. It makes you feel even worse. You had hoped that if he ever revealed himself to you it would be because he trusted you, not out of necessity.

His hands reach up to push on the undersides of the helmet and you hear the distinct click of it unlatching. He weakly pushes it off his head and drops it on the bathroom floor. It’s more of him than you’ve ever seen and you try not to look too long. But then his hands are up by his face again and you can’t stop the look of shock that creeps on your face as he willingly pulls the domino mask off.

For the first time, you see his eyes. They’re a beautiful seafoam green. You feel your breath catch in your throat. You already felt a fondness in your chest for the man that keeps you safe. He scoffed when you told him that for the first time. Made some snide comment about if you were aware of the fact that he kills people. You just remained steadfast, told him that he protected good people, innocent people. You told him that he was good.

You never doubted the phrase, but now you know firsthand how true it rings. Eyes are the window to the soul. Now there’s no doubt in your mind that he’s good. And no doubt that you care for him deeply. He lets out one shaky breath that pulls you from your trance. He looks a little nervous, a little vulnerable. You suppose he is, so you keep moving.

“Lean forward for me, just a little? I need to see the back of your head,” you murmur.

He obeys, a slight hiss leaving him at having to crane his neck. You’ve got your hand pressed against the cut under his jaw and you feel blood gush as he tilts his head down. Your other hand gently combs through his hair as you look for gashes or bumps. Thankfully you find none, though you suspect he might be concussed.

“I’m gonna patch you up now, but I need to get all this off. Is that okay?” you ask.

He looks extremely put out by the idea of being undressed. The last thing you want to do is make him uncomfortable. After all, you don’t know how thrilled you’d be if you had to strip down in front of him. You think you could stitch him up through the tattered gear, but then he’d need to shower. He can’t even stand by himself right now. He realizes it too. He gives one jerky nod, his sea green eyes staring right through you.

You pull the easiest stuff off first. His boots, socks, and holsters lay abandoned on your bathroom floor next to your small waste bin. You move on to his body armor. He has to help you but you get it off without causing him too much pain. His tactical pants are next. Belt, button, zipper. Simple. You pull them off and add them to the pile of bloodied gear.

Now that he’s undressed you see that your lightbulb moment was correct. Bruises are starting to color across his body, a memento of blunt force. You fix what you can. It’s easy to stitch the little cuts on his torso, slightly harder to close the neck gash. Soon he’s all patched up, the blood beginning to dry on his skin in that uniquely gross sticky-crusty mix.

“Can I—I mean, would it be okay if I ran you a bath?” you ask quietly.

He looks wide eyed at you. You tell him that it’s fine if not, that you can figure something else out. It’s important to you to be careful of his boundaries, always respecting what he was willing to give. Perhaps that’s why he finally gives a slow nod of consent. His final item of clothing comes off and you add his boxers to the literal laundry list of clothing on your floor.

You start running his bath, leaving to grab a washcloth and toss his bloodstained clothing in the washer while the tub fills. As you're setting the cycle to run, your mind flashes with muddled, disjointed thoughts.

Thoughts about pain and sacrifice and betrayal and trust. The Batman did this to him. The Batman also helped him take down a Falcone drug ring three weeks ago. The man in your bathtub was Robin, a bright light in a city so dark that it snuffs any glimmer of hope that shines through. The man in your bathtub is Red Hood, a scourge to the ilk of Gotham with so much blood on his hands that he’s drowning in it. It’s all so much. Then you wonder if anyone has ever extended their hand to him and never curled it into a fist later on. And it hits you hard and soft all at once: you’re in this forever now. You won’t leave him. You love him.

It’s ridiculous. You love this man whose face you had never seen until tonight, whose name you don’t know. But you know that he loves classic literature after the night that he’d browsed your bookshelf after you wrapped his sprained wrist. You know that he has a fondness for chocolate chip cookies after the night he crawled through your window while you were baking a batch. You know he’s kind after the night he came by just to check on you, only to find you having a panic attack on your bathroom floor. You know he’s gentle after he picked you up off the ground and carried you to your bed, after he put your hand to his chest and made you breathe in time with him, after he held you until you fell asleep. And what was a name or a face compared to a heart and soul?

You swallow down the confession you’ve made to yourself and head back to the bathroom because right now it doesn’t matter. He needs help; you can worry about your being in love with him later. The tub is just about full when you get back and you turn the knobs shut. You dip the washcloth beneath the warm water and grab your bottle of soap off the ledge.

“This is all I’ve got, so you may just have to deal with smelling like me for the night,” you say, attempting to crack a joke.

“Well, y’smell nice, so ‘m okay with that,” he mumbles, Gotham accent thicker than you’ve ever heard it.

You can’t see yourself, but you’re pretty sure your face is as red as his helmet. You busy yourself by squeezing an unnecessary amount of soap into the cloth, scrubbing it until it’s more suds than fabric. You begin slowly, making sure his watchful eyes can see every move as you bring the cloth to his neck. You wash the blood and sweat off him gently, careful not to go near the stitched up gash.

“Can you raise your arms for me, Red?” you ask quietly as you run the cloth over his shoulders

“Jason.”

Your head snaps to face him and you feel like someone’s just slapped you.

“My name’s Jason.”

He whispers it like it’s a confession. You smile at him, soft and warm.

“Okay, Jason. Can you lift your arms?”

You spend the better part of an hour bathing him. Once all the blood, sweat, and grime is gone, you give him a towel fresh from the dryer to wrap himself in and leave him to dry off. You give him a thick red hoodie and a pair of black sweatpants you’d bought for him after the concussion incident. You still feel bad about him having to sleep in his gear that night.

You turn your favorite classical music playlist on low volume and the two of you sit comfortably in silence on your couch. You’re reading an Agatha Christie novel and Jason is resting with his eyes closed, no doubt nursing the migraine you gave him some Tylenol for. You think that maybe he dozes off a couple times when his breathing goes even and deep.

You take the time to memorize details of him, uncertain if you’ll ever get the blessing of seeing him as he is again. He’s got inky dark hair that’s on the longer side of short. There’s a stark white tuft in the front that stays neatly curled to itself, not a single hair slipping into the night black mess of waves and curls. His hooked nose and strong jawline give him a striking, rugged handsomeness. Scars litter his face. Some are barely there little white lines, while others are thicker and jagged at the edges.

Scars cover the rest of his body too. Every bit of skin you saw while bathing him has some form of scarring. You recognized healed slashes from knives or glass, thick circles with rough edges from bullet wounds. The one that took you by surprise is the largest of them. It’s red and raised in the shape of a Y, the two forks extending from the edges of his collarbones and meeting in the middle to carve straight down, taking a little curve around his belly button before disappearing into the dark trail of curls that leads to his pelvis. You’ve seen enough NCIS to know what it is: an autopsy scar.

You can’t even begin to fathom how he got an autopsy scar. You quickly remind yourself that it’s none of your business and push the sharp ache in your chest down, down, down. Your mind is still a hazy mess, a deluge of thoughts that leave a faint numbness and sorrow in their wake. You feel so deeply for this man that lies quietly on your couch. You wish you could protect him, as ridiculous as the idea sounds. You don’t even realize you’ve lost yourself to your thoughts until his sweet voice pulls you out.

“You’re in your head again,” he says quietly.

You turn your head to him slowly, still in a daze.

“Sorry, just thinking,” you reply, giving him a strained smile.

Anxiety washes over his face. He pushes himself forward, elbows on his knees like he’s trying to take up less space.

“I’ll get goin’ soon. ‘M sure I’ve wasted enough of your time,” he murmurs.

“Please stay here tonight.”

You spit it out without thinking. The last thing you want is him to think you were spacing out because you didn’t want him here or because he was an inconvenience.

“What?” he asks blankly.

His eyebrows are furrowed and he looks an odd mix of dumbfounded and agitated.

“Please stay. I don’t want you heading back out there tonight. Please, just stay here where you’re safe,” you whisper.

It’s a quiet request, but a desperate one. You need him to stay. You need to know he’ll be safe, that he’ll make it through the night.

“I…” he trails off uncertainly.

“You don’t hafta take care of me, y’know?” he finally spits out, “I’m not somethin’ you can fix.”

You bristle. Is that what he thinks of you? Even after all these months? That he’s some fixer upper to you? Some pet project?

“I’m not trying to fix you, Jason,” you say firmly.

His name is new in your mouth, but it feels natural even in the midst of your frustration.

“Good, ‘cause I can take care of myself. Been doin’ it for years now,” he bites.

Okay, now you’re starting to get a little annoyed. He’s done this a couple of times over the past year. Pushing you away when you just want to help him, just want to make sure he’s okay. And that’s fine. You can handle that most times. But not tonight. Not when you’ve just coaxed him back to life, not when you felt like you were so close to losing him.

“Well, you don’t have to do it alone anymore!” you snap.

You see him tense at your harsh tone and you take a deep breath, willing yourself to calm your storming emotions.

“I…I’m not doing this because I’m trying to fix you. I’m doing this because you’re a human being. That first night…I’m sure you could’ve handled it yourself once you woke up. But I couldn’t leave you alone, hurting. Not then, not now,” you begin, leveling him with a stare so fierce that it holds him in place.

He goes to open his mouth, no doubt to argue, and you hold up a finger to quiet him.

“And I have no illusions that you won’t come back hurting again. None. I know you will. I know we’ll keep doing this over and over and over again. And I don’t care. I’m not leaving you alone. I won’t do it. So push all you want, but I refuse to be anything less than someone you can count on.”

Silence. The weight of your words is heavy in the air. You’re expecting him to leave. Even with his clothes still in your washing machine. You’re sure if he wanted to go, he’d just unplug the thing from the wall and throw his damp gear back on. You brace yourself for it. A small part of you even feels the pang of heartache at the thought that he might never come back.

You’re not expecting him to surge forward and thread his fingers into your hair to pull you into a kiss. You’re not expecting the burning intensity you feel him pour into it. You’re not expecting the warmth of his scarred mouth pressing against your soft lips. You’re not expecting how easy it is to kiss him back, as natural and simple as breathing.

He pulls away all too quickly. Doubt flashes in those sea green eyes and his entire body recoils back from you. You don’t let him run far, fingers curling in his night black mess of hair. You pull him back to you, his forehead resting against yours even as his body is strung tight as a bowstring.

“Well now I can’t let you go,” you whisper.

“I shouldn’ta done that,” he mutters shakily.

“You should do it again.”

You have no idea where the sudden burst of confidence has come from. It’s so very unlike you, you who are normally so passive, so calm and docile. But it seems to bring Jason to his knees because a desperate noise sounds from deep in his chest and his big, warm hands come up to cradle your face as he slots your mouths together again. You sigh his name against his lips when he pulls you closer and then he’s pushing you away. With no effort at all, he picks you up and gently shoves you to the other side of your sofa. He rises too quickly and sways on his feet.

“I can’t–I can’t do this. I won’t do this to you,” he rushes out as he staggers toward your window.

You’re bolting in front of it before you can even think.

“You’re not doing anything to me. You’ve already told me the risks of being associated with you. I’m okay with them. I want this. I want you,” you tell him, and you’re so earnest that it leaves no room for doubt.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for. You can’t just show me a little kindness and fix me up to love you right,” Jason insists.

You should be mad again, but this time his statement lacks all the bite that it held before. Instead, you can hear the self-loathing in his voice, recognize the burn of it from the countless nights you two have sat on your floor debating whether he’s a hero or a necessary evil. And that just won’t do. You cradle his face and angle his head down to lock eyes, anchoring him in place.

“All I want is you, just as you are, come what may.”

There’s a shine to his pretty eyes, soft silver pools in the pale moonlight of the Gotham night. He shakes his head.

“Can’t make me somethin’ I‘m not,” he says, “‘m not made for this.”

And, oh, how your heart aches for this beautiful man. He’s so convinced that he’s violence incarnate, nothing but blood and gunpowder.

“We decide what we’re made for, what we want to be made for. What do you want, Jason?” you ask him softly.

Your hands are so gentle combing through his hair, thumb stroking his cheekbone sweetly. He flinches at the contact and you go to pull away, but he leans into your touch once he recognizes it won’t hurt him.

“I…don’t deserve it,” he whispers.

There’s something unspoken there. Something buried deep down in his chest. It aches to get out. He wants to scream it but the walls he’s built brick by brick around himself muffle the noise. I don’t deserve it, but I want it. He doesn’t have to say it, though. You understand loud and clear. And that alone is comfort to him, that he doesn’t have to say the quiet part out loud, that you just know him. No one has known him in years.

“This isn’t something you have to earn. And even if your answer truly is no, I’ll still be here in any way you want me to be.”

That’s what breaks him. Because it has only ever been something he’s had to earn. He had to earn it from his mother; earned it with cans of stolen soup heated in a rusted pot when Catherine was lost in the fog of her addiction, earned it with each spoonful he held to her mouth. He had to earn it from Bruce; earned it with every case solved, with every batarang that landed home in a bullseye, with every civilian saved. He had to earn it from Talia; earned it with every hit and kick, every blade mastered, every life taken. He’s had to earn love, earn affection, earn open hands instead of curled fists all his life. And you’re here offering up your love for free. You’re not even asking for him to love you back.

So as his defenses scream at him to tell you a thousand words that would cut you to ribbons–I don’t want you at all, go find another soul to save, you’re wasting your time–his heart hammers, demanding he be honest for once. He takes one shuddering breath before he whispers two words that change the trajectory of his life.

“…I’ll stay.”

And he does. He lets you nurse him back to health with water and painkillers. He lets you read to him after he sheepishly asks what your book is about. He lets you sit closer to him, shoulders and knees brushing under the soft blanket you’ve tossed over both of you. He even lets you guide him to your room, lets himself fall asleep tucked under your covers with your pinkies interlocked. It’s the first night that Jason Todd spends in your bed. It will hardly be the last.

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Shoutout to the fictional characters who live rent free in my head, paying for nothing but emotional damage.

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Stoner Damian fic?!? Like I could totally see him starting with dispos bc he hates the smell but loves the feel 🍃

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I need stoner fic ideas been thinking about maybe if Tim left some eddies out and Damian ate them and he brings dick into it and sick also eats so other eddies he has and it jsut becomes this whole thing he has it hide and maybe he’ll call Jason? Or Steph? How does that sound idk I’m having writers block I need inspiration!!!!!

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Imma just take some

Summary: after crashing the docks from overseas supplies the batfam takes out a big drug bust and theres weed and weapons supplies but bruce wants to get rid of it and before they burn it until Tim and Steph think of another idea.

Warnings:use of drugs, guns?, cursing, stoner Tim, stoner Steph, stoner Jason

I only went through it a few times so if there are grammar errors or wtv sorry not sorry

Also I mentioned dick only like once I forgot about him sorry y’all let’s just say he was in bludhaven with Kori 😌

Also I let Jason use his guns because this is fanfiction and I can do wtv I want 😏

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“Ugh when will this stupid shipment arrive?!” Tim had been ready to call it a night 3 hours ago. “We got a lead that this shipment coming in tonight is for penguin it has both weaponry and drugs he’s doing a deal with black mask but no exact time so we just have to wait for it okay” Bruce sounded like he was ready for this to be over as well.

Just when they thought the night was a bust they see the ships pulling up to the dock and they get in position. Black mask is there first scouting out the area to make sure it’s clear. “Ugh why is penguin taking forever” Steph was starting to sound annoyed now. And then right after Steph’s comment penguin starts pulling into the loading docks “It appears you summoned him” Damian said.

“You calling it Bruce? I’ve got 10 goons on my side easy enough.” Tim was getting eager to go home it had been a long day, him and Steph said that they were going to have a sesh after patrol and binge the hangover movies while eating pasta at the manor. “Just a few more minutes Tim don’t get too eager” Bruce said getting into position. “I’ll take out penguin and his 5 guards” “okay I’ve got blackmask” Damian said with a smirk. “Not a chance demon spawn black mask is mine he owes me from old business.” Jason says while checking his guns. “Jason remember don’t shoot unless necessary” Jason rolled his eyes “yeah whatever old man”

“Alright everyone in position?” “Yeah” everyone responds back. “Okay go!” Everyone drops into position and bullets start going everywhere. Tim is almost done he’s got 2 goons left, Steph and cass moved to go takeover the dock and take out the delivery guys, making sure no one gets to the new supplies. Jason is almost done with black mask he won that faster than Tim thought he would. Batman was already interrogating penguin and Damian was having fun trolling the 3 goons.

After finding intel on who penguins supplier was and why they are trying to bring in a new drug on the streets that has similar chemical compounds to what’s used in banes venom. “Okay we now know that penguin is supposed to meet with the person who works for whoever is in charge of this whole deal. They are meeting in a few hours from now on some island so that’s our next move.” Everyone nodded but all Tim and Steph did was groan. Great he thought now it’s going to be forever until they can spark up.

“Are you tired and ready for your nap drake?” Damian will never miss a moment to make a snarky comment at his brother. “No demon I can go all night I just didn’t know we would all be going is that the best choice right now? I mean is the plan to confront or just gather intel?” Tim pulled that out of his ass but Bruce looked convinced “alright Jason ,Damian, cass you will go with me to the island Tim and Steph disarm the guns and burn the drugs” Bruce said

“Sir yes sir” Tim and Steph did a stupid salute before Bruce jumped into the Batmobile with Damian and cass while Jason follows after him on his bike. When they opened the shipping container everything looked as if it was only guns and weapons and took awhile but after making sure they did whatever Bruce told them to do (idk anything about guns sorry y’all I’m faded asf) they head more towards the back of the container and see shower drapes? And lights shining behind them? As they keep getting closer it starts to feel a bit warm… and it clicks.

Tim’s looks at Steph knowing that she’s about to put 2 and 2 together and she turns to look to him and they just throw out the most funniest smirk feeling proud that they hit the jackpot. Tim reaches out to grab the drapes and when he pulls it to the side and sees what he would describe as heaven. “Bruce said we have to burn this…” Tim looks to Steph to see what she would say “that’s true he said that , but what if we just burn most of it?” They make eye contact and knew what the decision was.

They didn’t really have anything to hold the bud in but when Tim turned to look at Steph, she had already tied her cape into a makeshift bag. And he sees as she carefully picks from the sprouted plants like she had done this before. He immediately starts to do the same thing getting as much as they can with out looking too suspicious. Then they light everything as sad as it is to see the beauty of Mother Earth burn they are too fucking hyped about getting home.

Arriving at the bat cave they go and changed out of their suits and placed the weed into 2 big glass jars, then they throw their suits in to wash to get rid of the smell. They landed on making pasta and then smoking because they couldn’t risk being high in the kitchen with everyone in the manor, but no one is home. “Want to hit my dispo as we cook? I would make us a joint but I don’t want to stink up the place. And no one is home so we can’t get caught.” Tim said to Steph already knowing she will say yes. “What about Alfred?” She asked “he’s on vacation remember he’s somewhere in Europe” he said.

“Ohhh right right” she said “alright let’s get faded!” After getting all the ingredients to make a Cajun chicken pasta. Tim said he will cook the chicken and Steph can cook the pasta. After taking a few hits they decide to put on a podcast. They put on Stephanie soo and start listening to a scary murder episode. They are laughing at the obvious signs throughout the video making comments on how they would have covered their tracks if they were the killer or how to escape if they were the hostage.

Surprisingly everything is going well they are vibing and the food smells so good. “Let’s make our plates and head up stairs to my room” Tim said. “Okay we gotta a make sure to bring our dishes back because Alfred would kill us if he knew we ate in our rooms.”

“Okay if we remember” Tim starts to laugh because he is geeked right now off a whole melt (dispo brand). As they walk up the stairs they head into Tim’s room and place their food on the dresser and Tim grabs his box as they climb out the window. “Okay let’s start by hitting this” Tim passes Steph a joker shaped pipe, along with some crushed up weed. “You can hit it first while I roll this up.”

He starts with forming the filter and then lining it up with the paper and forming a cone then he grinds up some weed and starts to pack then twists it closed and lights it up. He takes a big inhale and then passes it to Steph while she hands him the pipe, they continue to take hits and spark up one more joint. They are completely stoned right now, they some how ended up laying down and looking at the clouds drift in the sky, well that’s what they wanted to believe it was, they knew damn well it was gothams spicy pollution air. (I just know Gotham is stinky y’all) then someone stomachs growls.

Steph looks to Tim and starts cackling like it’s the funniest thing in the world. “Looks like you’ve got the munchies hehe.” She said but it mainly sounded like mumbling. “OUR PASTA YASSS” Tim practically jumps up and falls on the slanted roof and starts to roll towards the edge of the house barely catching himself on the ledge feeling his reflex’s kicking in. “Omg Steph did you just fucking see that” he said barely catching his breathe and wheezing out his lungs. He couldn’t see Steph but he could hear her bursting out with laughter “Tim no fucking way you almost fell off the roof!?!” “Well yes fucking way because I just did now can you help me my arms feel like jelly I don’t know how my body is holding on right now!” Steph gets up carefully making sure she doesn’t trip over her own self like Tim did and leans I’ve the edge to grab Tim and pull him up.

“Alright let’s go inside and fuck up this food we made” Steph says climbing back into Tim’s room. As they put on the hangover Tim is already eating his pasta and all you can here him say is mhmhmm. He is like morning with each bite “Jesus Tim are you going to orgasm when your done or what? Stop moaning” Steph is giggling because she finds this funny. After finishing their food they headed down stairs to put the dishes in the sink. Steph looks into the fridge and spots ice cream. “Omg look Tim ICE CREAM want some?” “Oh fuck yeah” he nods while hitting his whole melt. Then they hear the back door from the cave open and they freeze. Tim is holding in the smoke in his lungs since he knows that if he exhales it will definitely smell, he looks to Steph who looks like she is deciding whether or not to make a run for it.

She mouths to tim who is it? And Tim just shrugs his shoulder he doesn’t have clue in the world. Even tho they are still high they feel like their blood has drained from their body both of them in panic mode and they reek of weed too so it’s over. As the door opens Tim exhales his hit because he can’t hold it in anymore, as soon as they hear the combat boots and leather jacket shuffling through the door they know it’s Jason but don’t want confrontation right now so they start sprinting down the hallway. Not daring to look back “where are we headed your room?” Steph asks Tim while keeping up with his pace “No it smells like we hotboxed the room let’s hide in the library!”

After walking into the kitchen Jason just hears shuffling and running, his instincts kicks in and he thinks there’s an intruder. So he pulls his gun out his holster and starts walking quietly towards where he can hear the footsteps running and he focuses until he hears a door open and close. He continues down the hallway making his way through the rooms. “Do you think we are in the clear?” “SHHHHH” Tim says to Steph not noticing how loud he is being from how fried he was right now. Jason hears him and makes a run for the library busting open the doors and it scares Tim and he shrieks like a little girl. Steph starts to lose it and can’t stop cackling at Tim for his girly scream “Tim what the fuck was that” she said barely keeping it together “I don’t know I heard the doors burst open and it scared me like shit my heart dropped” Tim responded they were so out of it that they didn’t fully grasp the fact that someone found them.

“What are y’all doing?” Jason asked looking down at Tim and Steph. They both look up to the voice and see Jason leaning over the couch that’s in the library “oh and terrible hiding spot like seriously behind the couch?” He was not impressed I mean they are trained vigilantes. They stare at him in silence not one of them saying is word not sure how to respond and not actually listening to what he is saying “Jason what are you doing home is everyone else here? We were just playing hide and seek haha” Tim can’t lie when he’s high it’s so obvious. Now that he was close enough and was looking at them face to face he knew exactly what they were on, he’s not stupid he knows when someone is high he used to be a crime lord not to mention he likes to get faded every once in a while, plus they smell like straight dank. Jason decides to tease them a little “no it’s just me Bruce, Damian, and cass are still on the island he sent me back to make sure that you both handled the shipping container.

“Ohhhhh” they both said with relief “oh yeah it went great we dealt with the weapons and burned all the drugs easy peasy” Steph said taking over because Tim is too high to function. “Oh okay I’ll tell Bruce that” and he paused for a min before thinking of a way to scare them. “Are you alright Tim you look a little out of it, you feeling good? Your eyes look red too” Jason says with fake concern in his voice. “Oh umm I uh I’m fine actually never felt better” and a giggle slips out. And when Tim giggle Steph giggles it’s like contagious, “what’s funny?”Jason says in a serious tone trying to intimidate them. And they freeze because what is so funny? They know they are zooted and can’t seem to focus on what’s happing right now. “What where y’all doing in the kitchen? And why did you run from me?” Jason asks putting them even more on the spot.

“Oh we just uh were messing around we didn’t know who it was and so we just decided to run?” Steph didnt sound sure of herself at all but it was better for her to talk than Tim. “Okay then let’s go back down stairs you left the ice cream out.” Jason said standing up from the couch waiting for Tim and Steph to follow after him. “Do you think he knows?” Tim nudges at Steph he literally cannot whisper because Jason hears him loud and clear. “Shhh” your being loud and i dont know let’s just play this out till we can get back to your room. Jason is trying hard to suppress his laugh could these kids be any more obvious boy was this going to be fun. As they pass Tim’s room the hallway literally smells like pure weed boy were they lucky Jason came to check on them and not Bruce or dick or even Damian. That would definitely turn out bad

Back in the kitchen their attention is back to the ice cream and they start making sundaes and Jason even asks for one. Then they clean everything up and start heading up to their rooms and it’s go time. “Hey doesn’t it smell a lot like weed right here” Jason asked casually and both of them freeze in their steps. Jason can hear the movie that they left playing in Tim’s room. Oh this will scare them he thought as he heads towards Tim’s room “Oh what are y’all watching sounds funny can I join?” he says walking up to the door and puts his hand on the door knob getting ready to turn it open. “NOOOO” they both leap in front of the door and they look so distressed. Tim clears his throat “mhm I mean no it’s a mess in there and the movie is boring like just not good so don’t waste your time here best to just call it a night” Tim was practically pleading to Jason.

“Well I don’t mind the mess and it sounds like the hangover and I love that movie” he opens the door and sees a bong in the middle of the floor along with 2 big jars of weed next to some rolled up joints on the floor and a bunch of snacks. He pauses as if speechless and makes sure he keeps a straight face before slowly turning around to look at Tim and Steph. And they look at the room then to Jason them back to the room then to each other then back to Jason.

“PLEASE DONT TELL BRUCE!” they both screamed looking as if they were both going to start crying. “BAHAHAHAHA” Jason can’t hold it in anymore and just starts cackling that slowly spurned into a wheeze as he ran out of breath. “Why are you laughing” Tim is starting to sort of panic. “Yeah this isn’t funny we are scared right now and definitely too high for this!” Tim yells at him his voice cracking a little while he clings to Steph by holding onto her arm. Jason just keeps wheezing like his was on some sort of joker venom and it was just freaking them out. “Okay okay im good” he puts his hands on his hips and releases a deep exhale “I was just messing with you two I noticed you were both high when I walked in the kitchen it smelled like weed mixed with pineapple cart.” They both stayed silent with no clue as to what their next move is. They look to Jason with literal puppy dog eyes ready to beg for their lives that Jason keeps this a secret from everyone especially Bruce.

“Eww don’t look at me like that what’s with the weird faces?” “ARE YOU GONNA SNITCH IN US TO BRUCE?!?” Tim couldn’t hold in his nervousness anymore he needed to know in order to prepare himself for whatever Bruce would say. “What no why would I snitch on you guys?” Jason looked at them like sort of offended. “REALLY!?” They both screamed with joy and went in for a hug towards Jason. “Woah back up” he extended out both hands and kept them each at arms length “yeah I’m not going to say anything because I would sort of be ratting myself out too” “huh” Tim responded as he watched Jason walk over to where the bong was on the floor and proceeded to pack a bowl and light that shit up. “Oh my god” Steph said “okay this is kind of crazy but I’m not against it” Tim said pulling out his dispo and hitting a blinker then coughing up a lung.

They all sat down in front of Tim’s tv and finished watching the hangover they had never heard Jason laugh so much and it made them cackle even more and they even planned their next hangout to finish the other movies at Jason’s apartment. Once the movie ended Jason made sure they cleaned up and opened the windows to air out the place and then made sure they both got to bed. Jason was fucked up he took an edible after leaving the island and was already high asf then he did a few hits on the bong and smoked the joint he taught Steph how to roll and next thing he knows he was home. Tim was still awake and walked to Steph room where she was watching glee on her iPad and munching on some grapes she got from the kitchen boy did the munchies always hit her hard. “Ooo give me some” Tim snatched some grapes from her plate “ hey these are mine get your own” as she tucked the bowl towards her side.

Tim climbed into Steph’s bed and they continued to watch glee and talk about how freaked out they were when Jason was messing with them and how they were so lucky that they didn’t get in trouble and need to be careful next time. They both knocked out after that and it was the best sleep they had ever.

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Yall it took me forever to finish this I just kept losing focus or I would get too faded or I was asleep anyways I hope this is good because this is not at all how I thought it o would turn out. But I decided to include Jason because he just gives me casual stoner energy anyways let me know what yall think and like this!!! 🙏🏻🌚 I notice I use yall a lot and I’m from Texas but after reading several fics here I notice it’s not used a lot 😭 so yeah wtv I can’t help it.

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No way?!?

Warnings:drug use, cursing, stoner Tim drake stoner steph

Summary: Tim goes to buy weed after a patrol went wrong and meets his new dealer and a new smoking buddy?

Second fic ever I wrote this quickly also I love Jersey shore and I wanted this to be a little funny because I can think of funny ways to portray Batman but I have trouble putting it into writing if you get it. Also I’m high again but uh enjoy! Pls liked and reblog

Great just what he needed, to fuck up on patrol. He had a simple job to not let riddler get away but one thing leads to another and Tim gets kicked in the ribs. He lets go of riddler to grip his hurt side and now he’s gone.

Batman went on the comms and asked where riddler was so they can question him about where joker had hidden some bombs. Tim kept silent. “Tim is supposed it be with him” Damian said.

“Hey Tim can you hear us where are you?” Dick called over the comms he started to sound worried. “I see him right here hey Tim wha-“ Steph stops mid sentence as she sees Tim laying on the floor curled up holding his side. “Oh my gosh Tim are you okay?” Tim just looks up at her and it look like he’s about to cry “where is nigma?””he got away I don’t know how but he managed to kick me in the ribs and I fell to the ground, next thing I knew he was gone. I let him get away. “What happened Steph?” Bruce asks “just give me a sec y’all Tim is fine” she said calmly. “Nigma got away and Tim has bruised ribs are we heading back to the cave?” She asked.

“How does one fail to keep riddler from getting away, that is the easiest thing to do.” Damian can’t help but make a snarky remark. “Hey it happens Damian don’t be mean.” Babs gets onto Damian. “Yes let’s head back to the cave y’all can call it a night I have more investigating to do.” B relays over the comms “I can stay up and help Bruce” Tim says. “Yeah like you helped when you let riddler get away?” Damian snaps back “Damian why don’t you shut up demon” Tim sassed back truly over this conversation. “Tim I think it’s best to call it a night get some sleep” Bruce says.

Everyone told him it wasn’t his fault that maybe tonight just wasn’t his night. He didn’t care too much all he really wanted to do was get high, eat, and watch Jersey shore. When Bruce said that it was time to head back to the manor Tim said that he needed some fresh air and food so he was going to stay out a little longer.

Steph looked at Tim and asked him if he wanted someone to go with him but he simply nodded his head no. Steph thought that what happened tonight really bothered him but she let it go, she’ll talk to him when he gets back to the manor.

Tim couldn’t help his excitement he was about to go pick up a few goodies from his new dealer, the last one he bought from got arrested… by him. BUT only because Batman was there really he was going to let him go because he was a good guy like except the whole selling drugs but nonetheless here he was in front of this random apartment in a okay side of Gotham. He had already changed out of his robin suit, so here goes nothing he thought as he knocks on the door. There is a long silence and he is about to knock again when someone opens the door “hey are you jay?” Tim asked looking at his phone to make sure he got the right guy “yeah you wanted one of everyt-“ Tim is still looking at his phone until the guy stops talking.

When tim look up to see why “no fucking way” “no fucking way” they both say at the same time. “Tim you smoke weed!?! I never would have guessed huh?” Tim is shook like literally mouth dropped “JASON?!? we thought you left Gotham!!” Tim shouts out and Jason drags him inside his apartment before he causes a scene.

“You’re a drug dealer now!?!” Tim asked now even more shocked that the guy he is about to buy his weed from is none other than Jason Todd. “Listen I don’t really wanna explain right now I supply to a few people right now long story short I’m in charge of the ice berg lounge” he just shrugs his shoulders. “Is that why we haven’t seen or heard from penguin in a while” Tim asked casually. “Yeaahhhh”

Tim stares at Jason wondering if this will somehow get back to Bruce, “hey listen I didn’t know I was going to be buying from you and this is kind of weird but I really have been looking forward to this all day so can we just do this exchange and you don’t mention this to bats” he looked at Jason dead in the eye. “Works for me and don’t tell Bruce about the whole lounge thing ok”

Tim gives Jason the money and Jason hands Tim a backpack “listen I’m not here to judge but that is a shit ton of weed are you ok?” Jason seemed a little concerned “yeah I like to buy in bulk it is kind of weird but I hate having to buy so often.” Jason just shook his head “alright see you in 3 weeks Todd” Tim waved before leaving the apartment all Jason did was stand there , did Tim really say 3 weeks that would have lasted Jason 6 months.

Before going back to the manor Tim stopped to get some food he was craving pizza so he stopped by this late night pizza shop and just got a regular pepperoni pizza. He was gonna smoke before getting to the manor but last time he did that after a patrol Bruce asked him to help solve a case and Tim was just lost like the whole time, so yeah never again. Once he’s back at the manor he goes to the kitchen to get some more snacks plus a few drinks-he gets the worst cotton mouth.

Steph hears when Tim is walking up the stairs she wonders if she should wait before checking up on him let him settle and change. Tim is walking carefully down the hall making sure everyone is asleep or at least in their rooms. And once the coast was clear he went into his room and locked the door behind him. First things first a shower, when he got out he put on some pajama pants with a hoodie he knew it was a bit chilly outside so he opted for the hoodie. He lights a candle and sets up Jersey shore on the tv he can’t help but giggle to himself as he was going to be faded asf tonight.

Once everything seemed ready for him he headed out his window and climbed onto the roof, he put on the latest episode of emergency intercom (yes Tim listens to them I just know it) he starts to roll up a joint, after grinding the bud he dumps it into the rolling tray and forms a cone and starts to pack it with mother natures flower. He looks at the finished product and is so proud he’s gotten alot better at rolling, once he sparks it and takes a hit he can feel it in his lungs. He knows it’s bad to smoke but he loves feeling the smoke in his lungs and exhaling it into the starry sky. After finishing the joint he starts grind more weed and form it into his new pipe he just bought.

Boy was he pretty out of it right now this shit that Jason gave him was amazing he hadn’t felt this high in a while from now on he wants top quality bud.

It had been about an hour since Tim went to his room he should be settled in right?as she walks over to his room and knocks on the door whispering his name. “Tim are you awake?” She is waiting for a response because she can see his light is on. “Timmy can you hear me are you alright I just wanted to check up on you, I know you’re awake your light is on” No response so she tries the knob it’s locked? Is Tim okay? Why is his door locked. She knocked again but nothing. So she goes back to her room and goes out her window to climb the roof over to Tim’s window and break into his room simple right.

Tim is so not on earth right now time has stopped everything is moving so slow and he doesn’t know why but he is rocking himself while getting ready to hit his pipe he was ready to eat. Steph forgets how big the manor is because she is tired from climbing the roof and she’s barely half way. When she spots Tim on the roof and knows why Tim didn’t answer the door. Once Tim lights up the pipe and takes a hit feeling euphoria all over again this night was turning into an amazing one. Once she was close enough and as she was about to call out to you she looks at what is in your hands and she can smell the most amazing scent ever she stood there, She didnt know how to break the silence she was shocked yes but it soon turned to excitement as she said his name “OMG TIM” letting out a sort of squeal he turns around and it’s like his blood was drained from his body.

“Oh shit” he looked at Steph he felt himself starting to sweat he didn’t know how she would react honestly. “I didn’t know you smoked Tim? And here I was worried that you were still upset about the riddler thing, here pass me that pipe” she made her way next to Tim and all he could do was look at her”huh you want to hit it? I’m so confused and super high right now” Tim started laughing and couldn’t stop until Steph explained that she also partakes in the recreational use of the devils lettuce. “How long have you been smoking for I just started a few months ago I wish I had known sooner Tim we would have the best smokes sesh.

“I’m not going to lie this doesn’t feel real but here” he passed the pipe to her and once she takes a hit she turns to Tim and squeals “omg did you get this from Jason he sells some of the best stuff!” “No way today was my first time buying from him it was weird kind of, he judged me for how much I bought, like don’t judge your customers?” Steph starts giggling as the high kicks in “omg did he tell you about the lounge?” She asked “oh yeah isn’t it crazy can’t believe it but good for him I guess” he said back.

Once Tim starts to get up Steph asked where he was going “I’ve got Jersey shore and pizza waiting for me want to join?” He asks almost falling off the roof and Steph starts cackling at him “jersey shore I’m in!!!” They make it back into his rooms where they pretended as if they were at the jersey shore at karma. The night ends with them both knocking out on the bed.

Okay I wrote this in like an hour an a half so if it’s bad I’m sorry and I lost motivation towards the end so it’s rushed lowkey. But if you like this pls lmk I would love feedback back! Also love Jersey shore. Also pls like and reblog

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Can you pass it?

Platonic? Tim drake x reader

Summary: an encounter with robin leads to you offering a hit from your joint?

Warnings:stoner reader and stoner time drake, use of drugs, slight assault, curse words

This is my first ever fanfic and I’m not an expert on Tim drake I just know he is stoner coded fs, as am I and honestly the strain names are real and I have tried them. And I basically wrote this as if it were me smoking with Tim. Wrote this high too and did not proof read either so Hope you enjoy!

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Being robin was a tough enough job but to also have to juggle school and Wayne enterprises was more than what Tim asked for in life. But when you have a brain that functions the way Tim’s does you just kind of get used to the non stop thoughts and constant need to solve cases. Not to say he doesn’t desire a break every once in a while it’s just that he can never feel relaxed enough to take a breather.

That was until about 2 hours ago before his world changed.

He was out on patrol doing his usual rounds in his assigned quadrant when he spotted you, you were heading into a dark alley looking uneasy and suspicious and it was pretty obvious he needed to follow you to make sure you weren’t in any danger. When he got close enough he was able to recognize you, having been assigned partners for a science class. He didn’t know you that well since he had just transferred to Gotham high 2 months ago. He was already growing tired of it since he barely even attended school, truthfully he was ready to drop out .(Ik it’s canon in some comics that Tim drake drops out but correct me if I am wrong pls!)

But back to them, why would his lab partner be walking down an alley in a dangerous part of Gotham? He’s running over roofs to get to the one that leads to that alley and when he spots you he leans over the ledge to listen in on your conversation.

Honestly what were you thinking it’s almost 1am and you’re alone walking the streets of Gotham defenseless. You knew you should have invested in that taser your friend told you to get but at least you had some pepper spray left maybe about 2 sprays left. Pretty disappointing that you’re almost done with it considering all the bad encounters you’ve had before with goons or robbers who would do anything for money.

You always hated this part of being a stoner yes it’s fun to get high and all but the anxiety you get from having to buy from shady guys was definitely not worth it but you usual source wasn’t in town right now and you just had the worst shift of your life. So safe to say you really needed this right now.

As you walk deeper into the darkness just a faint light flickering in the corner of a building, you approach the man who you assume is the one selling? Honestly your not to sure but you had your heart set on this new strain it was something about bee jizz? And a Bugatti flavor. You could never get behind the crazy and yet unique names they came up with but it is exciting to pick flavors and see which one taste best.

Your heart is basically beating out of your chest and you could probably pass out from the anxiety you’re feeling right now. But you suck it up because you have been looking forward to this all day and you already placed an order at your favorite taco spot and made sure your iPad was fully charged so you were set for the night.

Deep breaths…. And you break the silence.

“Are you Jake?” The guy just nodded his head while looking you up and down. Oh no you thought to yourself please don’t try anything. He pushes him off the wall he was leaning on and asks what you wanted to buy while trying to close the space between y’all. “Please back up I’m just here to buy bud sir.” You made sure to sound serious and brave even though you were shaking inside.

Tim listening to you from above was ready to step in but stopped when he heard you were buying weed. It’s not uncommon for teenagers to try drugs even most of his hero friends had tried it at least once. He always turned it down because Bruce has a strict no drugs policy, plus he just never really wanted to try it since he had his coffee and tea as his source of getting through the day

“Yeah I’ll give you what you ordered but uh how about you give me your number first beautiful.” The dealer said as he took another step forward and tried to grab your waist. You stumbled back on some trash on the floor and almost fell before regaining your balance. “You can’t just grab someone like that it’s gross honestly!” You stated while giving him a look of disgust, he didn’t take that very well..

“Listen here bitch I sell to plenty of addicts and i know most are willing to do anything for what they want so stop being a brat and give in”

Geez could this guy be any more of an asshole? But having had the shittiest day already you were fed up with this jerk so you took matters into your own hands.

“Listen dickhead just give me the weed and I’ll give you the money and leave me the fuck alone.” You handed over the money just wanting to be done with this. But once again maybe this guy is just an idiot and genuinely has like only 2 brain cells and he tries to take a swing on you. “What did you say bitch?!”

Tim drops down into the alley ready to help you when you move sideways and hold out your foot and let him stumble to the floor as he loses his balance. Which surprised Tim, he didn’t expect you to act quick. You proceed to hold him down and rummage through his backpack to take what you came to get feeling so over this interaction. And you become even more upset when he didn’t even bring what you wanted.

“You didn’t even bring the right bud dumbass ugh. And I’m taking extra for the inconvenience.” You chuckle as you put the weed away in your bag. Feeling successful for the night .

“Woah you handled that pretty well.” You spin around so fast to see who just said that, when you lock eyes with robin. “It’s not my drugs I swear!” You say quickly knowing damn well you’re lying. “Oh really because that’s not what I heard” robin said getting closer and tying the dealers hands up before he could run away. “Well I uh- it’s helps me sleep okay” you say while trying to walk away. “Please don’t snitch on me like don’t tell Batman? I’ll even let you take a hit.” The sentence just leaves your mouth without a second thought and once you realize what you have said you immediately take it back.

“Omg did I just offer drugs to robin?” You say out loud and Tim just chuckles to himself. You just stare at him did you just make robin laugh?

“Ive never tried it “ he states looking a bit hesitant.

“Oh really like not even once?” You ask in a sort of curious tone. Tim paused he never felt the need to get high and has been offered hits from his friends many times before, so why did it sound so tempting when she asked if he wanted some?

He was thinking so hard he forgot he was having a whole conversation with his lab partner. “So is that a yes? You seem like you deciding on whether to say yes or no which I take as a yes!” He stares at you and sees how you’re a little excited he can’t help but smile at you.

He remains silent unsure of how to answer he doesn’t want to say yes for the image of robin but Tim drake doesn’t want to say no. “I won’t tell anybody if it matters I can keep this as our secret okii!” He keeps eye contact with you and knows you aren’t lying and it eases him maybe he should agree.

As you felt like he was about to turn down your offer he blurts out “I’ll agree but you really can’t tell anyone alright I’m trusting you with that.” He spoke in such a calm yet serious voice. “I promise robin” you said in a reassuring tone.

As you are heading out the alley ready to roll up as you make your way to the taco place you feel robin grab your waist and next thing you know your standing on the a random rooftop. “What are you doing?” Tim asked a bit confused.

“I’m headed to pick up some tacos I ordered I was gonna roll as we walked” you said so casually.

“Yeah there might be a problem with that “ he said gesturing to his robin suit.

“Ohhhh right right I forgot” you stood for a sec to think.

“Okay I can walk to the taco place to pick up my order while you get there with your grapple thing, and then we will meet on the roof right across the taco spot and we smoke before eating. Alright?”

He nodded his head in agreement “ okay but I could get us both there with my grapple if you want so you don’t have to walk and it’ll be faster?” He asked.

You nodded eagerly you got excited again the sooner you get there the sooner you can eat your food. And it was way faster you were there in 5 min, it freaked you out at first but then you got used to the swinging.

“Okay I’m gonna go grab my order I’ll be back and then we can light up”

He nodded his head as he watched you walk towards the taco place. When you return he can smell the tacos and his stomach growls loud then silence fills the air . You start laughing a little and you just see robin get a little embarrassed at the sudden noise that came from his stomach.

“Good to hear you are hungry because I got you some food too. You are probably gonna get the munchies after we finish .” You pull out the weed you just got and your grinder, you place the little nuggets in the container then placing the cover you begin to twist the circular object . Tim watching so intently at you methods and each step you take to make this. Then you pull out your rolling paper and start forming a cone carefully packing the grinded flower into the paper as you lick along the paper to seal the joint twisting the end.

You hold the joint between your lips softly while you pull out you lighter and use your other hand to cover the gustily wind. once you got it lit you take a deep inhale and hold it for a few seconds before releasing a cloud of smoke as you exhale.

“Here” you hold over the lit up substance to robin. He’s not sure exactly how to hold it and it’s obvious he’s never even held a cigarette. “Do you know how to do it?”

“No I don’t, I don’t know the first thing about any of this stuff.”

“That’s fine I’ll teach you, so put it between your lips and you are going to take a small inhale since it’s your first time I don’t want you coughing. Then when it’s in your mouth make sure to inhale it into your lungs so that it can take affect, then exhale slowly and you will see the smoke come out.” You watch as he does exactly as you said and notice how he reacts to seeing the smoke leave his mouth.

He coughs regardless but it wasn’t too bad. “Why can’t I stop coughing? Did I do it right?” You can’t help but giggle as you say “ I coughed my first time too but you get used to it and soon you won’t cough.”

“how do I know if I’m high? Will I feel it?” You nod at him and explain the euphoric feeling it gives you and the way you feel the world go silent.

“You will start to feel a bit of a rush in your head and then notice that time seems to be going slow but then you will be overcome with a wave of calmness. At least that’s how it feels for me, so relax and you will soon feel it kick in.” You smile at robin hoping he will help him ease his stiff posture.

And soon enough after a couple more passes between the vigilante and you, you see him slowly start to sway himself while letting out a giggle here and there. “I think I can feel it now” he turns towards you and he can’t stop his giggles which turn into pure laughter. “I don’t even know what I’m laughing for but this just feels funny I like it” he says.

“That’s good and I hope you’re hungry now because we have some of Gotham’s best tacos right here.” You begin to open the food and glance at robin practically drooling over the food. “Here’s your food! hope you like it!” And he absolutely fucks those tacos up and you have to say there were amazing as always. Y’all somehow end up watching a Disney nature documentary about bears which you were both so invested in.

Once you felt your high coming down you knew his would be coming to an end too, so you start packing up your stuff and look at the time on your phone and notice it’s 4am.

“Oh shit I need to get home like right now!” You had school in the morning and a very important lab test that you couldn’t afford to fail if you wanted to pass this class. “Are you coming down from the high because I was hoping you could take me home please!” You pleaded him.

“I can feel it going away did something happen? What time is it?” He checks the time and sees the time and also begins tot freak out because his patrol was now over and he forgot he turned off his comms so he hopes Batman didn’t check in on him which he knows is impossible knowing Bruce.

“Oh wow it is late I need to report back to Batman, but yes I will take you home first!” And after you tell him where you live and why you need to go home he couldn’t help but wonder why he never spoke to you sooner. You were funny and nice to be high with, he wondered if he should ask if y’all could hang out again.

You both land in front of your home it’s a lower class house a little outside the city. “I know you have to go but I wanted to say, I enjoyed your company tonight and if you ever want to get high again or not up to you we can meet up and I hope we can be even friends maybe?” You hoped he would say yes

“I had a good time tonight too it was my first time getting high and the tacos were so good it was like my tastebuds were enhanced and I could taste every ingredient. Oh and that documentary was amazing I can’t remember the last time I was relaxed enough to watch a whole movie in once sitting and I was so focused but the colors I liked the feeling.” He could keep going but he really needed to leave.

“So I take that as a yes to another sesh? “ he nods as you pull out your phone to exchange contacts, you tell him to text you whenever he wants to smoke and you’ll be there.

“Well bye robin see ya later?” “Bye”You wave to him before walking inside and as soon as you close your door robin is off to the bat cave and if hoping Bruce already turned in for the night. He knows this is impossible but he’s manifesting right now. Once he gets to the cave he sees Bruce in front of the bat computer like where else would he be.

So he tries to sneak behind and head up the stairs and as soon as he thought he was in the clear Bruce clears his throat and Tim freezes.

“Where did you go tonight? You didn’t answer your comms and you’re late. So what were you doing?” Getting questioned from Bruce whether or not he did something wrong always made him feel like the end of the world.

“Oh I was helping out someone and just got caught up I turned off my comms because I didn’t want to get distracted you know.” Bullshit he knows it Bruce knows it, there’s no way Bruce was buying this excuse and he had cameras all over Gotham he had to have caught him doing drugs. Tim starts to feel a bit weak in his knees how could he be so reckless what would be punishment no more robin? He was thinking of the ending possibilities of the worst outcomes.

“Ok just let me know when you’re turning off your comms so i know you’re fine.” No fucking way. No way Bruce believes him “oh okay I’m off to bed I’m tired i will write my report tomorrow. Goodnight” Tim slowly turned away hesitant as he headed up the stairs before Bruce spoke once more. “Oh and I would love to meet her when you are ready Tim.” B gave Tim a smile.

Then it clicked all. He stayed composed and shook his head as he continued to walk upstairs. He can’t believe it Bruce did see him with you but obviously didn’t watch long enough to see him get high. This is great for him although now Bruce thinks he has a girlfriend but he was fine with that as long as he got to smoke again and have an excuse to cover up this time.

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Part 2?

**Pls lmk if you like it my intention was platonic Tim x reader but if anyone wants them together I can totally make that happen. Pls know this is my first post and I love feedback but be nice pls!! **

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The noise has everyone startled but none like Jason. It was just specific enough that it resembled a very distinct clang of metal that brought forth a memory that was the wrong kind of surreal. Jason jumps up from his seat, hands flying up in front of him. His breathing is heavy and his body is tense as he braces for pain.

Dick immediately jumps into big brother mode, though knowing he’s never had much success before with Jason. He holds his hands out in front of him on reflex, like he’s ready to restrain a frightened animal.

Jason shoves him out of the way (expected). Jason lumbers over to you and wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your neck (unexpected).

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” Your voice has lowered significantly and Dick can barely make out your words. He guesses that was probably the point. He clocks that Jason's breathing is heavy and he’s trying desperately to nudge you out of the room, likely wanting to be out of sight of his brother. You hold him steady though, cupping his face in your hands. Jason's head drops into your shoulder, holding your forearms to keep him anchored. One of your hands wraps around the back of his neck, rubbing soothing patterns against his skin. His chest starts inhaling faster with very little exhale and his grip on you tightens.

“Breathe, Jay.”      

Oh don’t tell him that, he does not like hearing that. The last time Dick tried to comfort him with those words he ended up getting clocked in the face.

“Breathe. In…Out…” he does as instructed, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, repeating as told. It doesn’t take long at all for his breathing to revert back to its normal pace, posture relaxing.

…What?

Dick stands there dumbly, watching his little brother not only allow but embrace blatant affection. For once, he has nothing to say. He’s not even sure he can think right.

There hasn’t been a single moment since Jason returned that Dick had even had the chance to consider him being happy, in love. He’d come back so full of anger and resentment that it was borderline impossible to see through to any of who he used to be. A carefree, jovial kid. He’d hate to say it, but even after Jason came back to life, he thought that kid was still dead and gone. Everyone did, but…this is gentle and delicate. This is a side of Jason that he mourned and made his peace that he’d never see again.

But now Jason picks his head up and kisses your cheek, whispering something before pulling away. You murmur back to him softly, and Dick can only make out the word ‘water’ from his place across the room. Jason nods slowly, reluctantly releasing his hold on your wrists as you head out of the room.

He slumps into an armchair nearby and barely meets Dick’s stare before averting his gaze, muttering something like “Fuck off,” Dick just blinks, thoroughly thrown by the Jekyll-and-Hyde-like change in his brother’s attitude. He opens his mouth, though no noise comes out.

You return promptly, glass of water in hand. You give it to Jason, leaning lightly over the arm of his chair. He downs the water quickly, setting it on the coaster next to him and pulling your full weight onto the chair, holding you close. You look over at Dick, who’s still staring at you like he just saw the Easter Bunny walk into the room and steal a lamp. 

“What?” you ask him curiously, lacking all of the snap that he usually hears with the question from his brothers.

He stammers, “Uh…” Jason looks up at him, glaring. “Nothing.”

You tilt your head at him, silently inquiring about what he’s thinking. Dick ignores your gaze, turning back to his cards that had fallen somewhere in the course of the ado.

You furrow your brow and turn your attention back to Jason, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He lets his head lull to the side and rest against your shoulder.

You move your hand higher up in his hair, “Do you want to eat? Just a banana or something?”

He blinks, eyes heavy, “Yeah, I’ll—” he stops you from standing up again, rising to his feet himself. “I’ll go, it’s alright.”

He exits the room sluggishly and you redirect your gaze over to Dick who’s once again focused intently on the cards. You move over to where he’s sat on the ground, crouching on the opposite side of his pyramid-in-progress. “What was that look for?”

Dick blinks up at you, not sure that it’s in his best interest to answer that question. “Um…just surprised me.” he gets out, “How fast you got Jason to calm down.”

You sit back on your heels. “Oh. I guess so.”

Dick shakes his head quickly, “No, that was honestly like a magic trick. How did you do that?”

You gape at him, “What do you mean?”

“I mean one time he pulled a gun on me when I tried to hug him. More than one time, actually,” He grimaces. “So did you, like…brainwash him or something? It’s okay, I won’t tell him, it clearly worked.”

You laugh, not acknowledging the at least partial sincerity in the question. “He’s just difficult to warm up, you know that.”

“Yeah, yeah, but I could leave him in the toaster oven for ten years and he still wouldn’t warm up to me like that.”

Your smile is accompanied by the raise of an eyebrow, “Well I’m not his brother, so that would be part of it.” You pick up a fallen spade from the floor, setting it atop his scattered pile. “I mean we live together, I’d be pretty ill-suited at my job if I couldn’t at least get him back to baseline by now.”

He squints at you, “You live together?”

You waver awkwardly, “..He said he told you.”

He smiles at that, genuinely, “Anytime Jason says he told anyone in this family anything, he’s lying.”

The call of your name from the doorway has you turning around, smiling. Jason holds his hand out to you and you happily cross the room to take it. The second you’re by his side he picks up the armchair throw pillow with his free hand and chuck it at Dick, successfully knocking him in the face and knocking his half-remade tower to shambles.