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megumisluciouslashes · 3 days ago

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HOME a jason todd oneshot

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of beating, one slight mention of sa, angst, comfort, young jason todd my baby, jason has dimples this is canon idc, no y/n

wc: 2.9k • this is not proofread at all so pls don’t come for me i’m a tired girl💔 also this is lowkey bad🤑

back in your high school days, jason todd was the only person who got you through your freshman year of high school.

after making it through two classes and seeing the same boy in each one on the first day, you decided to talk to him. your mother had practically begged you to make at least one friend in your new school (“c’mon, it would do you some good!”), so what was the harm?

after chatting for some time, you realized you two had coincidentally had the same class schedule, pushing you to get close.

you would soon know everything there is to know about jason todd: his past, having a rich dad and a “stuck-up” brother (even though you thought dick was great), only liking food his butler made for him, how he would only eat cheetos as long as there was ketchup he could dip them into, eventually coming to the realization that he was robin. and he would know everything about you.

on one fateful day a few months later, when you were over at jason’s house mansion to finish a project you had been assigned for biology, you were goofing off and not working at all. you were both laughing about something you couldn’t even remember at this point when you found yourself staring at him. the way his nose scrunched when he smiled, the way his dimples were even deeper when he laughed, the way he seemed so full of joy in that moment. you took all of it in and admired every bit of it.

‘holy shit i’m in love with him’ you thought.

this thought truly scared you, but the feeling quickly vanished when you were suddenly catapulted into fantasies of kissing those dimples and his oh-so-beautiful smile gracing you as you did so. god, your face was probably so red, but you couldn’t help it. he was jason. he was everything you wanted and more and you hadn’t realized it until this moment. sure, you might’ve caught yourself staring at him in the middle of class and blushed watching as his eyes flitted over to you, but this revelation? this was something else.

you were helplessly in love with him.

a year after the thought occurred, the issue had seemingly gotten worse. you could barely be around him without flushing. he was funny and charismatic, and you loved every bit of it.

but were you ever going to ask him out?

god, no.

you didn’t want to ruin this perfect friendship you had; one where you truly understood each other, one where you cared so deeply about each other, one where you could sit in silence and still enjoy each other’s company. this was a friendship you had never had before.

you didn’t know what would happen if you were to lose jason.

so you kept it to yourself, plagued with the fears that come with falling in love with your best friend.

jason often shared his robin adventures with you after you found out. so, it would come as no surprise when he had told you that he had a mission tonight with the big bat during your walk home after school on a random friday.

“aww, but i thought i was supposed to come over later!” you groaned.

he chuckled, “don’t worry pretty, you can come over tomorrow. i’m sure b won’t mind.”

you nodded along and blushed at him calling you pretty. you didn’t know why the nickname suddenly made you react this why as he’s always called you it.

you two continued the walk towards your house, often stopping when he would almost puke from laughing so hard and you giggling about how stupid he is.

soon enough, you made it to your house, and you felt a pang of sadness when you realized that you wouldn’t be able to see him until tomorrow.

“well, this is my stop,” you sighed dramatically.

he chuckled, “alright pretty, i’ll see you tomorrow.”

something in you felt off when he turned around and started to walk.

“jay!” you didn’t know why you called his name.

he halfway turned around, just to see you rushing towards him. you didn’t know why you ran to him.

suddenly, you pulled jason into the biggest bear hug known to man. you didn’t know why you felt compelled to give him the biggest hug you could muster.

he tensed for a split second, before wrapping his arms around you tightly. you simply melted into his touch. you felt every hair on the back of your neck stand up. you felt scared. and you had no clue why.

“uh- what’s this for pretty?” jason asked, once you pulled away slightly.

“i don’t know, i’m uh- kinda on edge,” you smiled a wobbly smile.

“well, i’m sure it’s nothing. i’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

you nod and watch as he starts to walk a second time, though every step he takes adds fuel to the haunting feeling in your belly. you smiled and told yourself that everything is fine, nothing is going to happen, and walked into the door of your house.

you had a good night; a great night, even. you had decided to pamper yourself hoping the feeling gnawing at you would go away. you had put on a face mask and watched your favorite nineties romcoms, imagining jason as the part of the male in them. every time you made yourself giddy with the idea, popcorn would go flying in the air. (chicken jockey)

however, the feeling persisted all throughout the night and would continue on into the next morning.

you slept horribly that night with no clue as to why. you woke up the next morning somehow feeling worse. but, you decided that that feeling wasn’t stopping you. you were going to get up, have breakfast like normal, and have a good time with jason when the time came.

you were halfway through eating your breakfast when there was a knock at the door.

“i’ll get it!” you called to your parents.

when you hopped off of your chair, the feeling of dread suddenly washed over you. you wished you had any way of knowing why these feelings were haunting you, but pushed it aside and opened the door.

“oh, hey mr. wayne-!” you suddenly cut yourself off when you noticed the somber look on the man’s face. he looked like he hadn’t slept a wink.

“uh��are you alright sir?” you started to get nervous.

his lips opened as if he was going to say something, but nothing came out. the nervous smile you held was growing even more wobbly by the second.

he spoke your name, “i am so sorry.”

tears built up in the older man’s eyes as he bowed his head towards the ground. your smile completely faded. you were suddenly filled with “what-ifs” and mentally questioning why he was acting like this. then, it hit you.

did something happen to jason?

your eyes widened and you spoke before you could realize, “wait, what happened? what are you sorry for?”

you were panicking, bruce realized. it dug him even deeper into the hole of guilt.

“jason- he- he’s gone.” his voice broke on the last word.

your face fully dropped.

your eyes widened further.

tears blurred your vision.

then, you laughed. bruce winced.

“you almost had me fooled haha! what a great joker you are!”

but when you looked into bruce’s eyes, there was only more despair than you had seen seconds before.

suddenly, you were hyperventilating. you then started letting out guttural sobs. bruce’s eyes were letting tears slip as well. your parents, alert, came rushing to the door and froze at the sight. you were on the ground, wailing and begging somebody, anybody to bring jason back to you.

“Here Lies Jason Peter Todd: Taken Too Soon” the headstone read.

everything still felt unreal to you even after bruce told you, even the days after, even after the funeral, even after his burial, even as you stood there in the rain. you still couldn’t comprehend that your jay was just gone. taken, by a man who had no heart and no humor. by a man whose only joke was his whole life.

the crowd had long since left. your parents left you to your own devices upon your request. you felt bad for making them wait in the car, but you needed this. you needed this moment to finally come to the realization that he was gone and never coming back. even if it hurt, even if you didn’t want to come to terms with it. you had to. for jay.

you then heard slashing footsteps walk up next to you. you didn’t need look, you could already tell who it was. his car was the only one left in the parking lot besides your parents. you had seen him fighting an inner battle of getting out and coming to comfort you. it didn’t surprise you that he ultimately decided to step out. he always liked you, you thought. he was always the big brother type, even to somebody who wasn’t actually his sibling.

after a few moments of silence, “jay loved you, you know,” dick laughed, bittersweet.

your head snapped towards his, tears suddenly gathering in your eyes after you thought you couldn’t cry anymore.

“what?”

he never looked at you, just kept staring at the headstone, “he didn’t like talking about his feelings. often times, i had to pry it out of him. i could read him like an open book.”

he paused for a second to laugh dryly.

“there was one day, about a year ago, when your parents had come to pick you up from the manor after we had family dinner. the moment you closed the door, the biggest and softest smile went on his face. his face was completely red and his eyes- well, the eyes never lie. i bugged him about it for months before he finally told me. even though i knew, my big brother heart grew ten times the size when he told me. my little brother was in love.”

tears now flowed down your cheeks, “i love him too…well, loved i guess,” you said quietly and laughed with no humor.

dick didn’t say anything more, just continued to look at the tombstone with a far away look in his eyes. you glanced towards it to, before wordlessly reaching out and pulling dick into a hug.

“thank you, dick,” you stated genuinely.

“you’re always welcome at the manor, so please stop by.”

you nod and let go, giving him the most genuine smile you could muster, before walking towards your parents car.

it never got easier to live without jason. he was everything to you: your only best friend and the love of your life. high school passed by in the blink of an eye and slowly all the same. you awaited the moment you could graduate, get your diploma, move into your own apartment, and then get your college diploma.

bruce has long since given you a job as his secretary. you knew he mainly offered you the job because of guilt reasons, but you still accepted it nonetheless.

you still visited jason’s grave often, sharing stories about new events that have happened since you last visited. on his birthday, you leave him a cupcake with red icing and a cheeto on top. it sounds disgusting, but you know he’ll never eat it. you thought it was pretty on brand and cheesy, something you liked to be when it came to jason. then, you would leave at the end of your visit with a bright smile on your face. but not before blowing an air kiss to him.

unbeknownst to you, jason was there almost every time watching you. he would even eat the cupcakes you leave him (cheetos are not very good on cupcakes). though, he didn’t think he could ever tell you that he was alive and living under a different alias.

one calm night, you had decided to walk home from work, seeing as it was perfect weather. gotham was never known for its beauty, so on rare nights like these, you found yourself willing to walk the trek home, even in heels.

what you didn’t expect was to get hit on the back of the head and dragged into an alley way by two random men. they proceeded to try and have their way with you. yet, every time you tried to say “no”, they punched you harder than the last. you knew that if you tried to scream, you would just get beaten even worse. the stupidest yet semi-smartest part of you decided to try anyways.

“HELP-!” you managed, before one of the men slapped their hand over your mouth.

“oh no, don’t try and get us caught little lamb…you won’t like the consequences,” he snickered, his breath reeked of alcohol.

your nose scrunched in disgust at the smell and the name he had called you. oh, how badly you wanted to slap that nasty smirk of his face and slap the shit out of the other guy who was practically pinning you.

without warning, the guy who was holding you down was pulled harshly off of you. you then took it upon yourself to punch the other guy directly in the nose, causing him to jump up and grab it in pain. you were helped up by- a man? a woman? you didn’t know, but whoever it was, they were wearing a strange red helmet. you found yourself staring with a quirked brow.

you were soon broke out of your state when you heard a battle cry, causing you to wince at the loud sound. oh yeah, your head was hurting bad. the red-helmet-person whipped out a gun and shot at his feet the second he started running towards your direction. the man froze, threw his hands up and started begging the red-helmet-person for mercy. they simply held up their gun, aiming to shoot, then-

“wait! don’t shoot!” you yelled to the red-helmet-person.

“what? why?” a muffled, male voice poured out of the helmet.

“they deserve jail at most! killing them will do more harm than good!”

the red-helmet-man sighed, and dropped his gun. he walked up to the guy, knocked him out, then proceeded to knock the other guy out. the red-helmet-man assessed the scene before his thoughts were stopped by a thud.

you had fallen to the ground, presumably by the potential concussion you had and the beating you had been through. however, something else caused it. that voice was so familiar to you, even though it was muffled.

he ran over, “hey, are you alright?”

“i’ve certainly been better,” you snickered, watching as he dropped down beside you.

he stared at you for long before asking to touch you to get a better feel for your injuries. once you nodded, he got to feeling the already purpling parts of your body. for some reason, this was incredibly embarrassing and you found yourself flushing.

“it doesn’t look like-“

“do i know you?”

the man froze.

you continued on, “your voice just seems so familiar is all. i can’t help but feel like i’ve heard it before.”

“uh- i’m not sure what you’re talking about-“

“there it is again! a certain tone of voice i’ve heard before.”

he cleared his throat, “it looks like you may actually have a concussion then. as i was saying, it doesn’t look like anything is broken, just bruised.”

you simply stared at the red helmet trying to will the man into telling you who he is. after getting no response from you, he spoke again.

“i can take you to the hospital to get checked out- er- if you want.”

you blinked, “no thank you, i’ll be fine. just help me up, please.”

the red-helmet-man helped you up before tending to the knocked-out men. you stood there awkwardly.

“um…thank you for saving me. have a good night red-helmet-man,” you smiled, grateful.

the man replied, “Red Hood. no problem pretty, have a good night.”

both you and the man froze.

you stared, gaping at the man in front of you. you willed yourself to walk forward. you placed your hands on the helmet and signified that you were going to take it off. no response. so you slid it off. you could’ve fainted.

because the face that met you was a familiar one and a new one at the same time. the same dark hair, now paired with a white tuft, scars littering a once soft face, and bluish-green eyes instead of the blue eyes you had fallen in love with. still, it was him.

it was jason.

your jay.

the helmet slip from your grasp as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. your hands met your face in shock.

“this has got to be a dream of some sort, right? you’re not actually here and i’m totally dreaming this whole interaction right now.”

“i’m real. and i’m here.”

his eyes found yours. in that moment, you sobbed. you threw your arms around his neck and cried hopelessly into his chest. he held you against him, crushing you into his chest. you felt his breath hitch and his shoulders shook softly.

“my jay. my sweet sweet jay,” you muttered into his chest.

his hands reached up to cradle your head, making him cry harder than before.

“god pretty, i’ve missed you…” he whispered.

you sniffled and pulled away, looking into his eyes. you slowly lifted your hands to meet his face. once you did, you took in every feature now hardened by death and fighting. more tears spilled from your eyes.

then, you crashed your lips against his.

jason todd hadn’t felt at peace in a long time, but with you like this, so serene, he felt like he was home.

erm so why is this actually bad LMAO anyways i have had jason todd brainrot for the past MONTH and i have another fic idea for him so be ready 💜

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