#Reader-insertX Jason Todd

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Twitter Trouble

I found the #onlyingotham tumblr page @hashtagonlyingotham and they had this post X that I had to write a little thing over.

Word count: 1,432

This was the last straw. You decided coming home to find that - once again- some Batboy or Batfam member had to break into you home, the window glass in a neat little pile right under your window. It was probably an accident as there was a post it note attached to your window frame with a quick scribbling of Sorry! But this and been the third time in two months! You growled and pulled out you cell phone, dialing up your brother who lived in the suburbs of Gotham, and also replaced windows.

“Hey! Yeah, we’re still on for dinner this weekend.” You said as he answered, “but it happened again. Yeah, yeah, you’d think they’d pick a different apartment…. Okay,” You sighed in relief as you brother agreed to head up to your place, “Thanks. Yeah, see you soon. Love you!”

You worked on cleaning the glass, thankful that whoever had broken the window had also cleaned it a little. By the time that was through, your brother arrived, but instead of the regular window glass that he had used last time, he had something else… You both smiled at each other, “This is gonna be great.” He smiled, “Shouldn’t break like the bass, but it can open just like a window for fire safety.”

“Awesome!” You beamed and helped you brother install the new window. The tweeted about it, not expecting anything to come of it.

It was about three weeks later, you were home sitting on your couch watching the news. When there was a loud bang, you rushed over to your window to see Red Robin lying on your fire escape, having hit your new window and moaning in pain. You opened the window, and jumped when Red Hood and that little, grumpy robin land on the fire escape above you. Robin quickly grappled away, obviously chasing someone. But Red Hood had to stop because he was laughing, really hard.

Red Robin glanced up at the other vigilante, “Stop laughing, jerk.”

Red Hood tried to get a handle on himself, resulting in … giggles? He easily jumped down onto your fire escape and knelt by Red Robin, “Sorry man, that was just so priceless. You had to be going at least twenty and you hit that thing head on! It’s a miracle that it didn’t break!”

“Not a miracle,” you said, leaning out the window, “Plexi glass. You gonna be okay? Do I need to call an ambulance?”

Red Hood checked over Red robin, both whispering back and forth to each other. Red Hood glanced up at you, “Nah, he’s fine. Probably got a concussion, but he’s fine.” Red Hood reached over to you and you gave him a high-five. “I’ll get ya back to base, Red, just sit back and relax.” You watched as the much bigger man oickedup the smaller one and grappled away, “Have a nice night,” He called over to you.

“Bye! You too!” You called back.

You went back to watching the news, and around midnight, there was a knock on your window. You glanced over and about peed you pants, because it was Batman, and he didn’t look happy. You gulped and opened the window, “uh, Hi?”

Batman scowled at you, “Change your window.”

You snorted, crossing your arms defensively over your chest. “I’d rather not.” Batman glowered at you, and despite his towering over you, you glared right back. "You guys broke my window twice in two months! If my brother didn’t own a business fixing windows, I’d be out several hundred dollars right now. Probably struggling to make rent.”

Batman frowned, “Don’t you have insurance?”

“Hardly anyone can afford that Vigilante/Villain Package,” You explained, “I don’t think anyone in this building has it. I’m sorry Red Robin got hurt, but you guys should stop breaking people windows, m’kay?”

Batman blew a long breath through his nose, “At least put a red ribbon on your window. It’ll help us avoid your window.”

You nodded, “gotcha.” With that, Batman left, and you locked your window once again. Tweeting about the experience, of course...

The next morning, you were getting ready for your interview at Wayne Industries. You were hoping to get a job there and finally leave your boring retail job you had right now. you’d been preparing for weeks, your brother giving you a mock-interview, and helping you with your resume. You were ready for anything. Except, Bruce Wayne greeting you in the lobby. “Hello, Y/N? May I call you Y/N? Please come with me.”

“S-sure,” You replied as he walked you thought the building, “Of course." This was an entry level job, what in the world… He brought you up to his office without much of an explanation and both of you quickly sat down.

Mr. Wayne sat across from you at his desk and you felt like a kid in the principal’s office. He cleared his throat, “Now, Y/N, I’ve asked you to come to my office because I need you help.”

“My help? Mr. Wayne-“

“Please call me Bruce, Mr. Wayne was my father.”

“Right.” You nodded, “I’m just some kid from the suburbs trying to make it in the city with a degree in Psychology, how can I help you?”

Bruce smiled, and you felt your heart skip a beat Hello, playboy, oh boy… But instead of him hitting on you, he only pulled out screenshots of your tweets, “I’ve come to realize that people are struggling due to Batman and his associates carelessness. I’d like to help people who are inconvenienced by them.”

“Inconvenience,” You dryly chuckled, “Bruce, when people have to chose wether to protect their children from the nightlife of gotham or rent and food, that’s not an inconvenience that’s almost a life or death decision. Some one my neighbors have had to stay up all night with a loaded gun if their windows get broken and they can’t afford to replace it, and have people baby sit their apartments so they aren’t ransacked.”

“Which is something that I don’t want to happen. I’d like to help people avoid this problem, and I think you, someone who’s been in contact with the vigilantes can help broker a system with them.”

You thought abut your neighbors, your brother and your Red Robin hitting your window. You looked Bruce dead in the eyes, “Deal.”

Bruce smiled, “Good. Get contact with the vigilantes started and you and I can hash out your details later.”

The man in front of you was kind,and you didn’t think he’d double cross you. You nodded, offering out your hand, “Deal,” and the two of you shook hands.

You stood on the roof of your building. Bruce had passed word of the meeting to Commissioner Gordon, who promised to pass to the next member of the Batfamily that he saw. It was around two in the morning when you got spooked by three heavy thunks behind you. You jerked your head around to see Red Hood, Red Robin and Nightwing… “Uh, hi,” You stammered. “My name is Y/N L/N. Bruce Wayne asked me to contact you.”

“Yeah and we came,” Rightwing grudged out, “Please explain why, quickly we’re busy.”

You glanced over at Red Robin, “Well, in light of recent events- sorry, about that by the way- we’ve found out certain things.” You pulled showed them a folder that you’d been holding, “These are reports from this apartment building alone for the past year,” They noticed how particularly thick it was, about an inch, “You all have broken these windows and cost these families hundreds each.”

“So?” Red Hood growled, “What are we supposed to do about it?” You pulled a small tin out of your purse and showed it to them, “This is new technology from Wayne Industries.” Red Robin took the ten, a smirk on his face and open it revealing the small inch wide circular items, “Once they are armed by the frequency of breaking glass and switched active if dropped on the ground with enough source. Bruce Wayne would like you to drop one should you ever damage civilian or public property. He’s setting up a fund in order to help those that you unexpectedly and unconsciously harm.”

Each member of the Batfamily took a handful of the trackers before Rightwing nodded to you, “What do you get out of this?”

You squared your shoulders, “I’ll be checking up on every location that you drop a beacon at. To help the civilians make claims.”

Nightwing offered out his hand with a friendly smile, “Welcome to the team."

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A Soulmate to Remember chap 9

A/N- Hey guys! Just wanted you to know that my request box is open and empty

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

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TW: Churches? Otherwise, none

Y/N- Your name

L/N- Last Name

Word count: 1,848

Jason was standing outside of the Sanctuary, still speaking with Pastor Howard when you returned, dressed now your favorite sundress. Jason smiled at You and you blushed, Pastor Howard cleared his throat, “Why don’t the two of you enter, the service will begin in a few minutes.”

Jason offered me his arm, and You took it and we walked into the Sanctuary, your first thought was that Jason would lead you to one of the back rows, but to your surprise he took the two of you right up to the front and sat down right by your old Sunday School teacher. She smiled and waved to you before she and Jason made small talk. The small praise band started playing a few songs, having everyone quiet down and either sing or clap along. You may have mumbled along, feeling a bit too embarrassed to sing with Jason by your side.

  The songs ended and Pastor Howard stood up to speak,"Brothers! Sisters! It's is a find morning to see you all and your smiling faces. I'd like to speak about a closely guarded topic- Soulmates." Everyone seemed to hone in on him, not wanting to miss him speak on a topic that not a lot of preachers talked on, as Soulmates could match and still be the same sex, resulting in conflict within the church.

"I remember it just like it was yesterday. My family was new to Gotham, I was just a sixteen year old hooligan, my soul mark just appearing a week before. When we came to this church for the first time, the pastor greeted us with his daughter and the first words from her mouth were,"Welcome! We're glad you're here." The words that were scrawled beautifully on my left thigh."

  "To be honest, my mind went blank, I could not think of a single thing to say," everyone laughed at his sheepish tone,"So I prayed right then and there 'Lord, please let the next words out of my mouth be understandable!'"

   Pastor Howard laughed,"Unfortunately for me, they weren't quite the best with, 'Thank you, glad to be here, I am."

Everyone busted up laughing,"Thankfully, she was a big Star Wars fan, but more importantly, my future wife laughed and laughed, but gave me a big hug anyway. We had lunch with our very happy families that evening and the rest is history. Now we have two beautiful kids and three adorable grandkids."

  "I can't tell you why God decided to allow us Soul Mates. But I know that he wanted them to serve a purpose. Wether it's to give us the better half to really give us the best life, or a scientific reason that allows us the have the best kids or live longer. Either would work. It always makes my heart very happy when Soul Mates find each other, because I know that they each have someone who will listen and march through this life with them no matter what. Those of you that have found yours, you know this to be true."

"If you haven't found your soul mate yet, I just want you to know that it's okay. Wether you're sixteen or eighty-eight, your soul mate is just as anxious to meet you, and God won't let his sheep travel alone, for he is with you and is always working for your good."

 Everyone either Amen-ed or clapped and you shifted in your seat, they would be winding down now. You'd get the benediction and be able to run away. It'd been a good forty-five minutes, and You were a bit surprised that Pastor Howard's Sherman was so short. Until he turned to Jason and You with a smile, and dread settled in your stomach.

"Luckily, and I didn't know this until about an hour ago, a young member of our congregation has found her soulmate! If you two would come forward, please?"

Reluctantly, You stood and dragged Jason to the front with Pastor Howard, he motioned to us,"You all know Miss. Y/N L/N, one of our nursery workers who has grown up with us, and her soul mate Mr. Jason Wayne!"

 Everyone either cheered, or clapped and there were a few Woo-Hoos from the Youth section from the kids that you have know since you graduated from the program a few years ago. You blushed and Jason ducked his head in discomfort, but had that famous Wayne fake smile anyway.

"Alright, Alright," Pastor Howard waved them off and everyone quieted," I think we have embarrassed Asha enough, now receive this benediction...."

   You scurried to your seat, but Jason just sauntered over. Right after the benediction, and a few more songs, those around the two of you swarmed you to give their congratulations. You and Jason stood there for what felt like thirty minutes, but soon, everyone who had come up had said their piece and welcomed Jason.

  You pulled a stand of hair away from my face and turned to him,"Whew! That was a ride..."

"Shall we?" Jason asked offering me his arm, which you took.

"Where are we going?"

"My secret."

   You grinned, and found that instead of his bike, Jason had opted to drive a fairly nice car, he opened the door for me and you thanked him, and the two of you were off to lunch. He had chosen a fairly well known local restaurant that made everything from scratch, and it was very hard to get a reservation. As you were taken to our seat and handed menus, I peeked over mine at him,"How'd you do this? It takes weeks for people to get a table..."

  Jason smirked,"Oh, you know, names have power. That and Dad gave the owner money to start up after they'd catered a few business meeting and he like the food so much. After it started he, Ma and I came and had lunch or dinner here everyday for a week, and the press caught him here every time. So it's popularity sky-rocketed. So now, the whole family has at least one table available at all times."

  You smiled,"That's a sweet story."

Jason nodded,"Yeah, those were the good old days."

  "Since you've been here so much, what do you recommend?"

 Jason's smile slid from a some-what fake one to a genuine one and he flattened my menu and started pointing at different food and why he liked it. By the end of his recommendations, we had basically gone through the entire menu. And when the waiter came back with our drinks we were debating about ordering almost everything on it. But I shot the idea down saying,"It's just the two of us, we couldn't possibly eat all of it. I say we just close our eyes and point and leave it to chance."

 Jason smirked,"I like it!"

 So you did, and Jason ended up getting a Mac and cheese grilled cheese and you got a French dip sandwich. You took one bit of the sandwich and looked at Jason with wide eyes,"You weren't kidding! This is delicious!"

  Jason beamed,"I'm glad you like it. Here wanna try mine?"

"Only if you get some of mine too,"and the two of you swapped half of your sandwiches for the other and you took a bite from his and giggled after you swallowed,"Geez, Now I can't pick which is better."

 Jason talked with you over your meal, mainly about what we did, you told him you didn't know what you wanted to do with your life just yet so you were going through the community college program for Gotham and that you'd lived here your whole life. Your dad had been apart of the military and your mom was a teacher at Gotham Academy, which you had attended, but not with any of the Wayne children as they had with graduated way before you or had not been eligible due to age.

    You mentioned that you had been apart of the theatre program, Jason got excited and asked you which shows you had been in,"Not a lot. The teacher didn't like me, so she only used me when she needed me. I did get one lead character my last year though. That was nice. My main focus was the more modern pieces, I struggled a little with Shakespeare and the really old plays like Antigone, but I liked them."

 Jason nodded,"I'm a big literature and Theatre buff if I do say myself."

"Really? That's nice, what's your favorite?"

"MacBeth is my favorite play, but I do like a good book now and again. Like Pride and Prejudice."

   You smiled,"Didn't think of you as a bookworm."

   Jason shrugged,"Ma wanted me to have some passion, it just ended up being that."

 The Owner walked up to us with a check, he was still wearing chef uniform as he still like to work back in the kitchen on occasion. He passed us the check and gave us his best smile,"It's been a pleasure Mister Wayne, however, there are far more people with cameras outside waiting to pounce on you to lovely young people."

 Jason eyed the door and did in fact see a bunch of people loitering, many more than considered to be normal. You looked back at Jason who placed enough money of the tab and left a tip for your waiter,"It's been a pleasure as always Mr. Hark, however my lovely lady and I may have to escape the back way."

  Mr. Hark nodded,"I see. Have a lovely day then!"

 Jason took your hand and motioned with his head to the back and we both raced through the kitchen and barged out of the back. The were pounding footfalls headed your way and Jason scooped you up in his arms and raced around the corner. You squealed in protest but hung into him regardless, and Jason managed to circle around the press and got us back to the car unnoticed. He set me down and opened my door again,"Thank you."

 Jason leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek,"No problem, doll."

  You blushed again but then Jason drove you home. He parked the car at the curb and glanced over at you,"Can I call you later?"

  You nodded,"Sure! I'd like that," You leaned over and kissed his cheek before opening the door and climbing out,"Thanks for lunch and the ride!"

  You waved and turned, Jason pressed a hand to his cheek in shock.

Jason arrived back to the manor in a happy mood. Something that is rare for him, but when he walked into the kitchen he was supposed to see his brothers, Tim and Damian, dressed in suits, Tim looked off-put and Damian looked like he wanted to kill Jason, which was actually normal...

 Damian growled,"This is all your fault Todd!"

  Tim shot Jason a sympathetic look,"Dude. Run."

  With that, pounding footsteps of heels were heard and all three boys turned to the door in terror. Mrs. Wayne entered the kitchen, her eyes blazing,"Jason Peter Todd Wayne I have been trying for years to get you to go to church with me. Years!"

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