#Jason Todd is a lit nerd

[slut4thebroken]

Closure

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Pairing | Jason Todd x reader

Summary | Under The Red Hood rewrite

Warnings | angst, fluff, murder lol

Words | 4k

Notes | My coping mechanism after watching under the red hood

Ao3 link | <3

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Blinding rage. That was all you felt as you stared at Bruce who was silent, waiting for your response. But even through all of the rage you still felt like you misheard him, that this couldn’t be true. 

“What?” You whispered, expression cold but on the verge of shattering any second now. 

“I’m sorry. But you have to understand, this isn’t the same Jason you knew,” 

“How long?” You asked, completely ignoring his response. 

“What?” Everything he was doing was making your blood boil. 

“How long have you known?” You gritted, vision going blurry with tears as your eyes started burning. He sighed and looked away from you for a moment. 

“Three weeks.” Despite your throat starting to close up and the nausea building in your stomach, you forced yourself to respond. 

“You knew he was alive for three weeks and you didn’t tell me?” You swore you almost saw him flinch at your tone. 

“I couldn’t have you going off and doing something to get yourself killed. Like I said, he’s not the same.” His calmness just added more fuel to the fire that was your burning rage. 

“What, you needed time to “take care of him” without me possibly intervening?” You spat. 

“No! I was trying to help him.”

“Bullshit! You really expect me to believe that you give two fucks about him when you put “a good soldier” on his memorial? He thought of you as a father.” The more your voice raised, the more it started to break. “If you really were trying to help him, you would have included me.” 

“I couldn’t have you getting hurt.”

“Stop acting like you were protecting me! Stop acting like anything he could do would be worse than how I felt after he died. You watched me grieve, Bruce. You-” Cutting yourself off with a choked sob, you looked away from him as hot tears burned a trail down your face. “You watched me sit by his grave and cry for hours.” You let out a shaky breath, trying to calm down. 

“You may have lost a soldier, but I lost the love of my life.” 

“I understand what you’re feeling-“

“No!” You screamed, then quickly lowered your voice again. “You don’t. You knew-” You swallowed down a sob and shoved his chest, not moving him at all. “You knew he was alive for weeks and you didn’t tell me.” Another shove. When he once again barely even swayed, you just continued hitting his chest, feeling your rage turn back into the heartache you’ve become accustomed to. “You knew- how could you not tell me?” There were hardly any words that didn’t break while you were speaking. You started hyperventilating the more you cried and the more you thought. 

Would he be as happy to see you as you would be to see him? Would he even want to see you? What if he doesn’t feel the same anymore? Bile rose in your throat at the thought. You genuinely aren’t sure if you can handle that on top of everything. 

Distantly, you heard Bruce calling your name, felt his hands on your shoulders. When you finally came out of your thoughts, you pushed away from him and ran to the front door. He called out, asking where you were going and saying it wasn’t safe to drive in your current state but you ignored him. He already knew where you were going. You wasted no time getting on your motorcycle and driving toward the city. 

You tried to clear your head long enough to figure out where he might be. But if this isn’t the Jason you remember, then all of that information is useless. You went through all of your conversations with Bruce and Alfred, even Dick. But you couldn’t remember any slip ups. It didn’t help that Bruce had been extra secretive this past month. Lastly, you tried to think of just anything a little weird that has happened recently. At first nothing came to mind, but you skidded to a stop once you remembered. 

Two weeks ago you got a call from an unknown number, which you thought nothing of at the time. You answered with a simple “hello?” and there was nothing on the other end. You only said “hello?” once more before the other person hung up. Could it be him? 

With shaky hands you took your phone out of your pocket and blinked away enough tears to actually see the screen. You stared at the number in your call history for only a moment before pressing it. The phone rang three times before the it was answered. 

“Hello?” You asked, clearing your throat once you heard how raspy your voice was. After just silence, you continued. “If this is who I think it is, please meet me. You know where.” You waited for a reply for only a few seconds, then hung up. 

Placing your phone in your pocket, you turned around and sped off. After only a few minutes, you arrived and hesitated. This is the bike you use on patrol… which means there’s an extra tracker on it… After not much debating, you grabbed it and climbed the fire escape. Once you were on the roof, you sat on the edge as your thoughts consumed you. 

This had been your’s and Jason’s spot since the moment you met because this was actually where you had met. You would sit up here for hours every day and just talk and laugh, sometimes cry and hug. Whatever it was, it was always with Jason. 

This was where he told you he was adopted and that his only condition was that the two of you are a package deal. This was where he told you he was Robin and showed you the suit, excitedly asking your opinion on how it looked. 

This was where you fell in love with him. 

As you cuddled on the rooftop, staring at the minimal stars above, you felt the vibrations of his chest against your cheek as he recited a poem. Truthfully, his soothing voice was lulling you to sleep, but you did your best to stay awake, wanting to keep listening. His fingers brushed through your hair, only aiding in your sleepiness. When he finished, you waited for more, but frowned when he stayed quiet. 

“Another?” You asked softly, leaning your head up to look at him. He gave you a small smile and gently pushed your hair, that had fallen forward, behind your ear. 

“I don’t get why you like it so much.” He was teasing you, but you gave him an honest answer anyway. 

“I like hearing your voice, feeling your chest vibrate. I like that you enjoy poetry so much that you actually memorize it, whether it be purposefully or accidentally.” Under the moon and the dim city lights, you could just barely see his cheeks go pink as he gave you a shy smile.  

“And I like knowing that you only recite poems to me. Feels like it’s our thing, you know?” Makes me feel special- like I’m the only girl in the world, is what you wanted to say. 

“How do you know I’m not reciting poetry to anyone else?” He mused. 

“Because you don’t have any other friends.” You chuckled, but it died off when you watched his smile start to fade. 

“I’m not sure I have any friends.” He said quietly, placing his palm on your cheek. You furrowed your brows in confusion for a moment, the second you understood, your eyes widened and your lips parted. 

You prayed that you didn’t misunderstand the meaning behind his words, then whispered, “I’m not sure I do either.” Suddenly very aware of your proximity, you felt your cheeks grow warm as your gaze fell to his lips. You couldn’t tell which one of you was moving forward, inching closer, only stopping once his lips brushed yours, making your eyes flutter shut. The anticipation only lasted another second before he moved his hand to the back of your neck and pulled you into a kiss. It was a little awkward, you struggled to concentrate because of the butterflies in your stomach and the way your head felt light, but you never wanted to stop. When he pulled back, you were both panting, foreheads pressed together and eyes still shut, trying to catch your breath. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He whispered. You pulled back just enough so you could see him and he was mirroring your love sick grin. 

“Me too.” You whispered back, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek. You brushed your thumb over his lower lip, thinking about how you know what they feel like now and how they’re so much better than you imagined. 

“Another?” You said through a breath, forcing your gaze away from his lips to his eyes. 

“Poem or kiss?” The corners of his lips turned up as he glanced at your lips briefly. 

“Both.” 

You tried coming here after he died, hoping it would make you feel closer to him and give you a little bit of happiness in your otherwise dull world. Instead, you sobbed harder than you ever have in your entire life and haven’t been up here since. 

Absentmindedly trailing your fingers over your initials carved onto the brick ledge, you let out a shaky breath. You’ve dreamed about this time and time again, but never in those fantasies had you been so scared. 

A soft noise from behind you made you whip your head around. You clambered to your feet as you took in the man only a few feet from you. He was wearing a red helmet and what looked like causal tactical gear along with an assortment of weapons. This man was slightly bigger than you remembered, but it had to be him. You don’t know what you’ll do if it’s not. 

“Jason?” You croaked, willing yourself not to break down crying right now. You took a step toward him and when he took one away from you, you froze, heart aching even more. 

“Jason, I- please let me see you… Let me help you.” You begged, feeling your eyes start to burn again. 

“Funny. Bruce said almost the same thing.” Despite his words, there was no humor in his voice. 

“I’m not him.” You reminded. “I can help you, Jay. Please let me help you.” Your voice broke as you begged him. 

“You can’t!” He yelled, your heart breaking at the way his voice cracked. You took another step forward and when he didn’t move back, you kept going until you were standing in front of him. 

“Please let me see you.” You whispered. He didn’t move for a few seconds, probably deciding what to do. But eventually, he slowly lifted gloved hands and removed the helmet, letting it drop to the floor. You let out a choked sob as you finally saw him- saw that he was really here. His eyes, surrounded by a domino mask, were red rimmed and blood shot, lips pink and swollen as if he was biting them. 

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered through a sob. “I’m so sorry, Jason.” You brought your hands up to his face and he flinched back, but let you gently place them on his cheeks. 

“I missed you so much.” You whispered, swallowing down another sob. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. You wanted to ask how he’s alive, why he never came to see you, if he’s okay, if he missed you too. But you never got the chance. 

“You can’t see me anymore.” He said quietly, making your stomach drop. 

“What?” You breathed. 

“What I’m doing- it’s too dangerous for you to be associated with me.” 

“I don’t care what this risk is. No pain is worse than not being with you.” 

“I know.” He muttered. 

He stood well within the tree line, being extra cautious to not get caught. But he had to see you. Had to make sure you were okay, that you had moved on and were happy with your life. 

But that’s not what he found at all. Instead, he found your obviously malnourished and sleep deprived body sitting in front of his grave. At first you were just talking, he was just far enough that he couldn’t hear your words. But then you started sobbing. 

You sat in front of his headstone and just cried. The visual made him sick to his stomach. He ached to walk up to you, hug you until you stop crying like he would do on the rooftop all those years ago. But he remained hidden, only leaving after Alfred had brought you back inside. He was glad you at least had Alfred, since Bruce wasn’t equipped to help people deal with their grief properly. 

Only a week later, he called you. The second he heard your voice, he was just frozen. After he heard your voice again, he quickly hung up and then just fell to his knees and cried. He hadn’t felt that weak since the day he died. 

“I know. But I can’t lose you.” He added, tears welling in his eyes. 

“Jason, please. Whatever’s going on, I can help. You don’t have to do it alone.” He started shaking his head and bit his lip as he stepped out of your touch. 

“No. I’m not… I'm different, I’m not the same man as before- the one you fell in love with.” 

“I don’t believe that. If it were true you wouldn’t have come here.” 

“I came here to tell you to stay away from me.” He replied coldly, but you were used to his outbursts that were concealing fear and hurt. 

“And the call?” You stared into his blood shot eyes, trying to find some indication that you were right. All he did was stare back, so you moved forward again and wrapped your arms around him. He stiffened and kept his arms by his sides. 

Burying your face in his chest, you took a deep breath. He smelled different than you remembered. More like leather and gunpowder, but he still had that hint of Jason. And then the sob you had been trying to hold in, crawled its way up your throat. As you cried against his chest, you felt his arms tentatively wrap around you. 

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly. You barely heard him over the sounds of your cries. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” The nickname just made you sob harder and you started babbling incoherent pleas against his chest. 

“Please don’t leave, Jay. I can’t lose you again.” You managed to get out, hoping he could understand you through your cries. You tightened your grip around him, but he kept his hands placed lightly on your back, not pulling you into him like he used to. Before you pulled away, you slipped the tracker into his pocket. Honestly, it’d be a miracle if he didn’t find it. 

“Please.” You whispered. 

“I’m sorry.” Were the last words you got before he was grappling away from the building. 

Part of you felt bad for tracking him, but there’s no way in hell you’re letting him get away again. You just hoped he hadn’t noticed it yet. 

As you walked down the hall, the voices got louder until you recognized the one talking as Bruce. 

“But if I do that… if I allow myself to go down into that place… I’ll never come back.” 

“Why? I'm not talking about killing Penguin or Scarecrow or Dent, I’m talking about him. Just him. And doing it because… because he took me away from you.” Your heart broke at the way Jason’s voice trembled. 

“I can’t. I’m sorry.”

“That is so sweet.” Joker… You’d recognize that voice anywhere. You could faintly hear a gun being cocked. 

“Well you won’t have a choice.” Jason gritted. 

“I won’t.” 

“This is what it’s all been about. This. You, me, him. Now is the time you decide.” You heard, what sounded like, wood break as he paused. “If you won’t kill this psychotic piece of filth, I will. If you wanna stop me, you’re gonna have to kill me.” So that’s why the Joker is here. 

“You know I won’t.” 

“I’m gonna blow his deranged brains out! And if you want to stop it, you’re gonna have to shoot me. Right in my face!”

“This is turning out even better than I’d hoped.” Joker exclaimed, probably with a sick smile on his face. You could faintly hear something clatter to the floor and then footsteps. 

“It’s him or me. You have to decide. Decide now! Do it!” Jason only grew angrier the more Bruce ignored him. “Him or me, decide!” The second you heard a gun go off and Jason yell in pain, you ran inside. Jason looked surprised to see you, Bruce kept his face neutral so you weren’t sure if he knew you’d be coming or not, and the Joker looked absolutely fucking delighted. He burst out laughing and you picked up the gun that had fallen near your feet. 

“Daddy and his little boy wonder and now the girlfriend? This just keeps getting better!” 

You scanned Jason’s body, other than his hand he seemed okay. Then your gaze slowly moved to Joker laying at Jason’s feet. You kept the gun at your side but tightened your grip on it as your chest heaved in anger. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Batman starting to walk toward you so you pointed the gun at him, making him freeze. 

“Don’t fucking move.” You spat, watching your hand tremble. Bruce said your name, and the fact that he was so calm right now made you even angrier. 

“You don’t want to do this. You can’t come back from it.” 

“Don’t fucking tell me what I want!” You screamed. “He deserves to die. He- he took everything from me!” Your voice broke and you willed yourself to not start crying right now. 

“Aw look, she’s about to cry.” Joker cooed mockingly. 

“Shut up!” You yelled, pointing it back to the man on the floor and gritting your teeth. You were ready to put a bullet in his head, but you wanted him to suffer first. So you aimed it at his leg and pulled the trigger. And he laughed. He just laughed. Batman moving toward you again made you point it back at him. 

“Unless you want one too, I’d stay there.” You growled, specifically aiming for the part of his face not covered by the mask. You don’t want to kill Bruce. But if he gets in your way… you have enough rage that you might try. He stopped moving, but then turned to Jason. 

“You can stop this. You’re the only one who can get through to her.” 

“And why would I do that? She deserves some closure after what he put her through.” He all but shrugged, gesturing to the Joker. 

“This isn’t closure and you know that.” 

“Right,” You scoffed, “because closure is putting him in Arkham just so he can escape again.” You understood Bruce’s morals and why he does things the way he does, but after maybe the fifth time of Joker escaping, you at least would have figured something else out to keep him away permanently. “The fact that you’re not willing to kill the sick fuck who murdered your own son just so you can keep up this little game you two have, makes you just as bad as him. Maybe even worse.” 

“Batsy and I just have a special connection.” You didn’t even bother replying, you just fired the gun at his other leg, then pointed it back to Bruce. 

“He’s dying tonight.” You said, voice eerily calm. “Who pulls the trigger is up to him,” You motioned to Jason, but kept your eyes on Bruce, “but he’s not leaving here without a bullet in his head.” 

“Don’t do this. It won’t change what happened and you know that.” Bruce said, making you scoff. 

“I don’t care. You’re telling me if the man who killed your parents was right in front of you, you wouldn’t kill him?” He didn’t reply. He just stared at you and clenched his jaw slightly. 

“Jay, you or me?” You said, turning your head toward him but keeping your eyes on Bruce. 

“Bats, you’re just going to let them kill me?” He asked, probably with a smirk. 

“Go ahead, sweetheart. I had my fun before you got here.” You didn’t have to look at him to know he was smirking. 

“Hold off the bat, will you?” You asked, knowing Bruce would make some last minute move to stop you. 

“I remember it like it was yesterday.” The Joker smirked, looking up at you. “Poor little Robin, bleeding out, crying… waiting for you to come save him. Why is it that you never came?” You shot him in the stomach and Jason moved between you and Bruce when he started walking forward to stop you. 

“Did you not love him enough? Was he not worth saving?” He jeered, then started laughing. You slowly stalked toward him until you were standing above him. 

“You’re lucky I don’t have more time. I’d like to see you try to laugh after I cut out your tongue.” You spat. Lifting your leg, you put your foot on top of the hole in his thigh and pushed down, making him cry out. By now, everything else had drowned out. All you could focus on was him. The man who murdered the love of your life. Any doubts you might’ve had were immediately erased with that thought. 

“Any last words?” You spoke bitterly, leaning closer to his face. He opened his mouth to speak and you pulled the trigger, making him instantly fall to the floor, a pool of blood growing around his head. 

“No!” You heard distantly, but you ignored it and savored the moment. You never thought in a million years thought you’d have the opportunity to do what you’ve dreamed of. And now that you have, it’s like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. 

A hand on your arm pulled you back and you watched as Bruce towered over you, taking the gun and tossing it across the room. 

“What? Disappointed you’ll have to find a new person for your sick game?” 

“He would have paid for what he did-“

“He did pay. With his life.” You said sternly, pushing him away and standing up. You walked toward Jason, who had a new bruise on his face, and heard Bruce’s steps behind you. When Jason held up a detonator, he froze. He pushed the button and immediately grabbed your waist and pulled you to the window. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he jumped out and fired a grappling hook up to the closest building. As you landed, the bomb went off. 

“Do you think he made it out?” You asked. 

“Without a doubt.” He scoffed a laugh and you turned to him with a small smile. “We should probably leave though.”

“Before he has a chance to get to us.” You added with a nod. 

A week later, you were laying on the couch in Jason’s safe house with your feet on his lap. Both of you were reading a book, the tv quietly playing “breaking news” about Joker's death, until you spoke up. 

“Do you think I shouldn’t have killed him?” You asked, biting your lip and looking at him over your book. He paused and moved his own book to his lap as he looked at you. 

“I think if it’s haunting you, then you shouldn’t have. I would’ve done it instead. But if you’re glad he’s dead because of you, then no I don’t.” You mulled his words over in your head. Despite the fact that you got what you wanted, you felt… unfulfilled. 

“Should we have done it differently? Taken him somewhere so we could do more than just shoot him?” Before Jason’s death, you never under any circumstances would’ve admitted to regretting killing someone and wishing you had tortured them first instead. But grief can change a person... 

“Sometimes I think about that too. But I’m just glad he’s dead. Plus, he suffered plenty, what with you shooting him three times before killing him and all.” He chuckled almost proudly. 

“Aw man…” You whined, suddenly getting sad, making him confused. 

“What?” 

“I should’ve shot him in the dick.” You sighed and he burst out laughing. You smiled but didn’t laugh with him, too focused on finally seeing him happy since before he died. His laughter trailed off and he looked at you with pink cheeks. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked with a nervous smile. 

“I just- I like seeing you happy.” 

“You are so cheesy, you know that?” He chuckled, the love sick grin on his face mirroring yours. 

“I may be cheesy, but at least I’m not lit-nerd cheesy. I mean for god's sake, you literally recite poetry to me.” You smirked, making him scoff. 

“Fine. I guess I won’t anymore, since you hate it so much.” You could tell he wasn’t being serious, but your smirk dropped anyway. 

“Don’t you dare.” You warned, playfully narrowing your eyes at him. 

I’m so sorry idk how to end this lmao

[comatose--overdose]

I feel like whenever Jason is pissed (not like, super angry, mostly just annoyed) at someone, he'll channel the vibes of Mrs. Bennet's line from P&P "She is a selfish and hypocritical woman, and I have no opinion of her, " like, he'll talk shit and then say he's Swiss about it.

"Bruce's asinine bullheadedness and refusal to give us all the info is gonna get him and all of us killed, but whatever, I don't fuckin care."

"They're a liar and a moron, but no, I don't know them.

"I think she should eat shit, but she's fine I guess."

[formlessvoidbeast]

Oh, hey, tomorrow is update day for The Second Son! Sneaky peek? Sneaky peek.

“Why is Killer Croc always in the reeking sewers when places like this exist?” Tim breathed, so low only their coms let Jason hear him. “Look at the architecture. You can tell they built this place before they gave up on Gotham as a hellhole. I'm definitely coming back with a camera some time.” “Victor Hugo would be proud.” Jason murmured back. Tim tipped his head to the side, brow furrowed. “I don't know him?” “...Victor Hugo?” Jason tried again. “Les Misérables? The sewers of Paris?” Tim shrugged, no recognition on his face, and Jason sighed. “That's downright depressing, Little Red.”

[welcometogrouchland]

I understand that literature nerd Jason Todd is kind of overblown in fanon compared to it's actual presence in canon (a few issues during his pre (and post?)crisis Robin tenure that highlight it) BUT consider that I think it's hilarious if the unhinged gun toting criminal has strong opinions on poetry

[rusomnia]

[4am, Jason's safehouse]

Tim, climbing through the window: help me with my english essay

Jason: what

Tim: alfred says you're an english lit nerd, help

Jason: i tried to kill you last week

Tim: and i have an essay on macbeth due friday, now help

[sacersanguis]

Pre‐Ethiopia Jason looking at Clark and Bruce on their usual bs: ...

Jason: Meh. Ms. Jane Austen did it better with Lizzie and Darcy. This looks like a cheaply produced melodramatic shitshow with two divorced actors playing as a couple. Hard pass. Solid 2/10.

Bruce: ...

Clark: wow---

Dick: *cackling and losing it in the background*

[graysonsmullet]

Jason: whoever said Colleen hoover is the Jane Austen of our generation is wrong. Jane Austen is the Jane Austen of our generation

[strunmah-mah]

My brain is trying to make a time travel au staring demon arm!Duke and All-Caste!Jason. Like, really Brain?

You know what? Sure. Let’s send the most OP iterations of those two characters to mess with a timeline that doesn’t make sense on the best of days.

Why is my brain like this?

[dark-knight-at-midnight]

Anybody else just gets possessed by the soul of a dead poet in the most mundane situation with lines like

“I’d die for you, I’d kill for you. But I’d live and let live if you asked me to.”

And then you’re back in reality in the middle of a crowded subway as if nothing happened?

[paperedking]

i am reading the diaries of franz kafka. i am thinking about jason todd.

“I’ll shut myself off from everyone to the point of insensibility. Make an enemy of everyone, speak to no one.”

[5wren]

Jason Todds favourite book is catcher in the rye and internally narrates with holden caulfields vernacular:

Boy, I really hated old Bruce, really did. he was just so god damn phoney. It was kind of ironic, considering his whole batman deal. He kills me. The damn bastard.

[allseeingdirt]

only one fic on ao3 with the aromantic asexual jason todd tag and its abt love and fuzzy feelings. boo

[yupekosi]

dp x dc prompt again bc i am plagued with blorbo thoughts. should i make this a series?? anyway

so we all know that Jason 'Pride and Prejudice' Todd-Wayne is a nerd, right? no amount of muscle can hide that this fridge of a man was once the dorky little kid that was so excited to go to school he skipped out on Robin patrols to do homework.

I propose that Danny 'I Wanna Be an Astronaut' Fenton Phantom is also a fucking nerd. he gets good grades, when he's not having to juggle school, sleep, and secret ghost fighting, and he takes to engineering like a ghost to ectoplasm. he's also the exact kind of space-obsessed geeky kid that would absolutely devour every sci-fi show and book he could get, and I say that as someone who was that space-obsessed geeky kid.

so, as young teens, both boys spent a lot of time in online fandom spaces, and eventually become internet friends. Jason's into classic lit and Lord of the Rings while Danny's into comic books and Star Trek, but they get on surprisingly well. They're chatting on forums and beta-ing each other's fanfiction, that sort of thing... and then Jason vanishes.

he just stops responding to messages, he stops posting, all his accounts are abandoned. Danny is very concerned, of course, but this happens right around the time of his accident, so he has more city-destroying things to worry about than an online friend going MIA. and eventually, as he gets older, he sort of forgets about Jason, only occasionally thinking back to the kid he used to talk to, wondering whatever happened to him.

so time passes, and Danny, now a young adult, ends up meeting the Batfam for whatever reason. is he part of the Justice League? in Gotham for a Wayne Enterprises internship? superhero shenanigans? Ghost King Summoning? secret twin/son/clone bullshit? up to you!

any way, he's hitting it off with the Batkids, and at some point Jason subconsciously quotes something from one of his old, unpublished fanfics from his Tumblr days.

and Danny's jaw drops. the Batkids stare at him; you can see the gears turning in his head before he blurts out;

"You're WingingIt02???"

and something deep in Jason's brain, buried under layers of death-trauma and Pit Rage clicks.

"Holy shit, AstroloGhost??"

[once again, not planning to make this a fic, but feel free to run wild with the prompt! just give credit if you do, please! :3]

[itscherrylipsforme]

A love story yet to be written: Jason Todd x Vigilante!bookworm!fem!reader

Summary: The mysterious Red Hood has been your loyal teammate since you became another one of Gotham's vigilantes. Many literature puns and "subtle" flirty comments later, he has decided that it's time to meet you when you two are not covered by the city's darkness and your secret identities

Warnings: Just dozens of references to my fave classic lit authors and novels

Requested: yes

Words: About 1570

Author rambles: God, this has been on my drafts for so long. Glad I was finally able to publish it. Thanks to the anon who sent the request, hope you like it 🫶🏼

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I do not authorize any of my works to be copied, translated or plagiarized ✗

Gotham’s skies were pitch black when you submerged, like every twilight, in its streets and roofs. Masked face, combat boots, dark sweater and jeans paired with a black leather jacket and a bulletproof vest under all of it. Pointed daggers on your belt, a pair of guns attached to your back harness just in case. Being a vigilante was not an easy side job, but you needed to do it.

Some people simply can’t watch their whole world fall apart and stare blankly. And you would certainly not stay back when your beloved city was drowning in corruption and crime. Growing up you had always been aware that they were others protecting you. Batman, Robin, and the other peculiar crime fighters that had joined them with the pass of time. But being honest, Gotham was a criminals dump, and all the help they could get counted.

 So, you decided to do you your bit. Trained hard, learned how to hide in the shadows and started to feel that what you did matter to your people. Recognition was not long in coming, although fame was not what you were after anyway. One night a camera caught you beating up one bastard who was trying to assault a young girl, next day you were on the news. Dusk they called you and you were not annoyed by the nickname, it suited you in a certain way.

You soon became another no-faced admired warrior to your neighbours. Not bad for the girl who used to be bookworm theatre kid back in High School. Becoming one of Gotham’s saviours was not one of your dreams job as a child, but life has surprising turns waiting for us. What was even more unexpected is that you ended up meeting one of the other vigilantes and that he had become an interesting fellow during the otherwise solitaire superhero’s nights.

“Nice to see you here in the dead vast and middle of the night, darling” He greeted you, after hearing your feet landing in the same rooftop he was in. Didn’t matter if he was backwards, you had started to think he had developed a sixth sense to notice your presence. You could almost bet he was smiling bellow his metallic helmet.

“Good night, Hodd” You answered coming by his side. “Shakespeare, wasn’t it?”

“Smart girl. Hamlet, more precisely” You agreeded “You arrived later than you use to”

“Missed me, geekie boy?” A little chuckle broke the silence of Gotham.

“Of course I did! I would not wish any companion in the world but you” He crossed his arms in front of his chest, his gaze locked in the city’s sky. “And admit it, you are as much a nerd as I am”

“The Tempest? Have you been rereading Uncle Willy’s plays again?” The question ended up sounding like a half-joke half-teasing “And you are right, bookworm and proud. We wouldn’t get along so easily if I weren’t. I declare after all that there is no enjoyment like reading”

A slow nod was the only answer you received. You were certain that a smile was decorating his face at the moment. But not in a million of years you could have imagined that his usual smirk was now followed by a pinkish tone in his cheeks. How long he had been like this around you? He couldn’t recall exactly. This flirting slightly hided between book quotes and glances had been part of your friendship for quite sometime now.

The only problem? He couldn’t bear with being just a friend anymore. When it had all started? He didn’t know. Maybe the night he met you. And when the two of you started patrolling together like every other night, he couldn’t help coming back to those sweet memories still fresh on his mind.

“Another superhero wannabe” that’s what he thought when he first saw you moving from celling to celling without the grace and rhythm that only years of practice can give you. And he was not wrong, you were an amateur, one who still need to practice, but you definitely were determinate enough for that. Jason was not aware of this, therefore he decided to have some fun.

“What are you doing here?” He asked jumping to your side with a voice tone much deeper than his usual one.

“Patrolling” You managed to say in a whisper, rising your head to look at him directly. Shivers run through your spine, not knowing what to do. But you would not allow him to notice your fear.

“Scared of me darling?” He leaned a little so he could be nearer to your face.

“Not even a little, I know who you are” You answered and somehow the most daring and wittiest part of your mind chose to add the next sentence “And also there is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others.”

“My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.” He finishes almost instinctively.

He stared at your for some instants, not believed the words that had just come out of your lips. Another vigilante? Who quoted Austen? The night was turning up to be quite interesting.

“You are a sharp girl, with a good book taste” He resolved. “Red Hodd, at your service” He offered you his hand and his presentation, although it was no needed.

And that’s how all started, now a few months later you two keep protecting Gotham from whoever and whatever treats it. This night had been tranquil, a seldom occurrence, and Jason hadn’t talked to much, his mind was focused on a matter which had been troubling him for weeks. When the first rays of light threaten to appear, it’s time to farewell. Not without cracking some bad puns first of course.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Dusk is the sun.” He smirked once again.

“First, that’s contradictory. Second, you seriously have to get over your Shakespeare era”.

“Does that mean I don’t get a proper goodbye?” Even with his voice modulator you could hear the teasing edge on the question.”

“Of course, you do” You tried to come up with something silly, yet sweet. “Good night, sweet prince, and flights and angels sing thee to thy rest!”

With that you made a small joking bow and left the rooftop to go back home. It had been enough; Jason had made out his mind. He was going to look for you. He needed to see the unmasked face who had been able to be the first one to win his heart. Luckily, one of his many siblings is a professional hacker.

A bookstore, somehow, he was not surprised at all when Tim found your worked there. In his jean’s pocket there was a small piece of paper with dozens of cheesy books lines that made him think of you. "You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read." "We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright." “You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how” … And those were only the first ones. There were not enough words in the books from your bookstore to describe how nervous he was and how much he wanted to tell you he loved you. But he could at least try.

Your elbows were resting on the counter, another novel laying in front of you. When the doorbell rang announcing another client, you immediately smiled and looked at Jason. You left your seat to meat him by the door, the book long forgotten.

“Took you long enough to find me, geekie boy” You gritted him.

All his speech and quotes banished in the air with just a single sentence of yours. He finally came to himself.

“Wait, were you waiting for me?”

“Of course, I did” You chuckle, God he loved that sound “For almost two months, after all your bad pick-up lines I thought you would be ready to come and met me in person”.

“But… How have you recognized me?” Confusion was still seen on his face.

“Easy. Looked for the libraries and bookstores that had your favourite tittle. Cheeked the names of all the men who borrowed or bought them. Looked for their photos on the internet and compared them with the physical description I had from your” You shrug your shoulders as that work was nothing to you “I am a vigilante after all”.

“I have a brother who would love to meet you, you know?”

“Maybe later, but I guess you came here because you had something to tell me”.

He took a deep breath. Just a few hours, that was all he needed to win you over this time. "In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed.” He said softly, but determinate “You must allow me to tell you how ardently I love and admire you.”

Just after he finished your lips were meeting his in a soft and sweet kiss, like the ones written in romance novels.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul” You whispered to his ear.

“Actually, that’s from the movie, not the book”.

You had to kiss him again, this time with more passion, to shut him up.

[theodorecanaryhood]

The Coffee Shop guy & The Red Hood: Anniversary

Part VIII

Jason Todd (Arkhamverse) x Male! Nerd reader

Warning: Sex and swearing

Pages held neatly in your fingers as the words flowed through your mind, your mind taking in the words like a new song.

The newspaper sat with your hand grasping it, your glasses sitting on your face as the dimly lit room complimented a glow about you.

Your lenses steamed up as you sipped on your coffee, blurring your vision for a few seconds. The tired footsteps of your boyfriend caught your attention.

‘Hey Jason’ you smiled, Jason loved your smile to the point he would return one.

Jason’s tired face smiled back being followed by a yawn, Jason leant down and kissed you on the lips.

‘Hey handsome’ Jason gravelled as he pecked your lips again.

Your lips were something Jason never grew tired of kissing, your skin, your eyes. Everything about you just made Jason ache with love.

Slumping into the chair opposite you as Jason’s tired and heavy eyes drifted a little, you returned to the newspaper in your hand as light snoring could be heard.

You chuckled as you got up from the couch and walked over to Jason, gently nudging his shoulder.

‘Let’s go to bed babe’ you smiled as Jason rose to his feet, walking with you toward the bedroom door.

Jason slept like a rock the whole night, not fidgeting once. Arm around your waist like steel as he held you in place.

Jason’s dream was a heavy one as it came along like reliving memories, he remembered the hell he put the City through while he was the Arkham Knight.

Jason stirred a little as he had mental flashes of the night he confronted Bruce, being aware that Jason had made a promise to himself to help clean Gotham.

‘Morning’ you whispered as you kissed Jason’s cheek, rolling out of bed.

It was a dull day, weather not looking too great, but it was that early morning chill that filled the room.

The smell of coffee flowed through the air as Jason became alert, the smell of coffee motivating Jason to get out of bed.

There was a small silence in the room as Jason sipped on his coffee, his bed hair curled up and his brain began to start working.

You were reading an article on your phone as you sipped on your coffee, glasses steaming up again.

It was a comfortable silence as the two of you sat in love, yet neither of you felt the need to speak the whole time.

It was a nice drive to get some food as the two of you laughed in the car, Jason singing along to the music playing in the radio.

It was coming up to the both of you being together, another year of love and bliss. Another year of having someone, a year Jason had a reason to get out of bed in the morning.

You smiled so brightly as Jason held his phone up to get a selfie of the two of you, a thing he’d done more since knowing you love him for him.

Hand in hand down the beach, Jason found while with you, he could embrace his scar riddled body. Jason felt no need to hide, as you loved him as hard as Jason loved you.

A small make out session in the sea made you smile, Jason held onto you as the two of you kissed slowly. Not caring if people were looking.

Jason had every reason he needed to not only get up in the morning, he also had a reason to smile.

‘I love you, I love you so much’ you smiled as you pecked Jason’s face. Him laughing heartily.

‘I love you too my sweet Prince’ Jason blushed as he looked in your eyes.

You wrapped your arms around Jason’s neck as he held your hips, kissing you so deep.

‘Fuck, I’m so hard’ Jason panted in between kisses.

Jason ran with you to the car as he drove right up, high up onto a hill in the middle of nowhere. Dark enough to cover the fact, cover the fact that the both of you were taking each others clothes off.

You kneeled on the backseat as Jason came up behind you, kissing the back of your neck. You gripped the headrest of the backseat as Jason slid himself inside you.

The car rocked gently as Jason got into a rhythm, you rested your head on Jason’s shoulder as he grunted with his deep thrusts.

‘Jason, that feels so good’ you panted as Jason kissed you, you turning your head to face him.

Jason pumped inside as he grabbed onto your hand, interlocking your fingers with his. Jason hit that sweet spot as you began to feel yourself nearing the end.

‘Oh God, oh God, I love you so much baby’ Jason grunted as he watched as you released yourself.

Jason’s thrusts became slow and sloppy as he released himself, pulling out and jerking himself on your back.

‘Fuck, that was so good’ Jason smiled, out of breath.

You turned around to kiss Jason, your glasses being knocked a little by Jason’s nose. You smiled as Jason sweetly took them off, kissing you deeper.

‘We should get home’ you said in between kisses, Jason chuckled.

Once your clothes were back on, Jason cleaned your glasses for you and placed them back on your face.

‘Do you think I should get contact lenses?’ You asked, Jason shook his head.

‘I love you in glasses, you look adorable’ Jason beamed, you blushed. Placing a hand on Jason’s thigh.

The drive back home was a quiet one as Jason hummed lightly to himself, the song playing from the radio filled a little.

Your eyes drifted as you began to feel sleepy, but the night wasn’t over yet. Jason lifted you off your feet and took you into the apartment.

Your neighbours were all asleep by now as it was late, but that didn’t stop Jason from wrecking you. Hitting you from behind as you called out Jason’s name.

Jason could never grow bored of the feeling, the feeling of being inside you. His sweet boyfriend, writhing from pleasure underneath him.

The time that had passed with the two of you, made Jason smile as he felt your skin against his. So overcome with love, Jason thrusted slowly and deeply into you.

The feeling of sex was different now that Jason was in love, Jason could cry from the amount of love he felt.

Resting your head on Jason’s lap as he stroked your hair, the movie playing on the screen as Jason began to feel like he could cry again.

The time Jason spent before he met you was the worst, he’d had so much anger and frustration. But now, here he is, with a man he loves more than words can express.

The restaurant lights were dim and definitely romantic, Jason thought this date night should be better than the last.

The coffee shop where it all began was the first stop, then the restaurant. Jason’s heart raced so much as he looked deep into your eyes.

‘You ok babe? You look a little lost’ you smiled as you pushed your glasses up your face.

‘Just lost in your eyes’ Jason smiled, holding your hand over the table.

The time Jason spent looking at you in the coffee shop all that time ago, he could never imagine this was where it all began.

The questions Jason had like what would it be like kissing you and so on, he now had one more question. A question he hoped would be a good answer.

‘I love this food, it’s so good’ you said as you pulled apart your food, Jason just admired you.

‘Me too, though not as delicious as you’ Jason winked, you laughed.

A laugh Jason found so magical, a laugh he never wanted to stop hearing. Jason took your hand again, holding it tight.

‘What’s up?’ You asked, a little confused as Jason’s face turned serious all of a sudden.

‘I love you so much baby, more than you could ever know. You’re my best friend, my life and the reason I get out of bed’ Jason began, sliding off of his seat.

Your eyes shot wide as Jason bent in one knee, holding your hands in his. Jason looked deep into your eyes, eyes of restaurant customers looked on.

‘Y/n, I want us to be together for the rest of our lives. Would you do the honour, making me even more happy than I am, will you marry me?’ Jason pulled out a silver band.

You looked with watery eyes as Jason held the ring in front of you, an explosion of emotion in those few seconds.

‘Yes’ you whispered, nodding while Jason sighed in relief, smiling.

The ring slid onto your finger and Jason pulled his own out, placing it in his finger too. Jason wrapped his arms around your waist, yours around his neck. A kiss so meaningful and deep, it felt as if it was the two of you in that moment.

The restaurant customers cheered and clapped, as the wait staff came over with bottles of champagne. Insisting you two share it, of course on the house.

‘Fuck, I love you so much’ you whispered in Jason’s ear, Jason smiled as he kissed you again.

The two of you had barely made it into the house before you were both completely naked again, clothes flung all around the apartment. The scent of sex in the air, light moans and the scented candles filling the room.

Jason was so overcome with love again, he began to cry. Jason wept as he lay next your naked, sleeping form. Jason cried so hard, he was sure the bed would shake.

Jason buried his face into the back of your neck, you slept with a small smile as Jason held you. Crying with love and admiration.

You were surely going to drown from the amount of tears that fell from Jason’s eyes, tears of joy. Overwhelmed with nothing but love.

It was a new chapter for the two of you and there was much to prepare, Jason wanted nothing but the best for you. Jason showered you with love and affection.

You of course, were just simply present for him, Jason wasn’t a receiver of sorts, he preferred to give. Having you with him was all he needed.

Jason held your hand as the two of you shopped for suits, wedding bands and other sorts. A day that Jason wanted to make special for both of you.

Jason had to break the news to the family first, he was a little sad Bruce couldn’t be there, but knew he would be there in spirit.

The two of you began getting used to the idea of calling each other Husbands instead of boyfriends. Along with deciding on the idea to buy a house at some point too.

[rusomnia]

jason: losing my mind over this stupid ass essay

stephanie, probably: did you check under the sofa