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Lizzy McAlpine Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Jason Todd - Jason Todd Imagine [Titans (HBO)]

Title: Lizzy McAlpine Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Jason Todd

Pairing: Jason Todd X Reader

Word Count: 2,089 words

Warning(s): unhealthy grieving, injury, argument, yelling, mention of sex

Author's Note: There are like four of these currently planned for Jason (counting this one). It's becoming a problem. You guys need to stop encouraging me.

**Not intentionally written in chronological order**

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erase me

Don't answer me I'm calling just to hear you scream And you're fading But he feels like you in between

It was all about grief.

Not that I wanted to admit that.

I wanted to believe that this was just me changing as time went on. It had nothing to do with anything else around me. I was just growing. Exploring.

After Jason's death, my decline was fast.

At first, I was isolating. I hid away from the entire group. I only trained on my own. I spent most of my day curled up in my room. Someone would try to stop by, usually Gar trying to get me to eat. Sometimes it was Dick trying to get me to just walk around the tower for a little while or just talk to him.

After a while, I started forcing myself out of the tower. I would go out and find the best place to hide in. Anywhere with loud music and flashing lights and too many people that I could spend just a bit of time devoting my time and energy to. I would overwhelm my senses just to shut off my thoughts for a few hours.

I called that growing. Getting better. Moving through the grief.

No one agreed with me.

I was tired of the worried looks. I just ignored them.

Every night, I would come back to see Dick waiting up for me. I would ignore him, going back to hide in my room before he could lecture me.

I wasn't blind.

I knew when I felt someone watching me.

I ignored it for a while. But when I caught sight of someone on the roof of a building, I knew that I couldn't avoid an inevitable confrontation.

I sighed, turning into an alley. I jumped up onto a fire escape and climbed up.

The figure was still on the roof, looking around the street frantically. I almost chuckled. They'd lost sight of me.

"Who the hell are you," I called. The figure froze, their back still facing me. "Who the hell are you and why have you been watching me?"

I stepped forward, ready to pick a fight if I needed to.

And then, the figure turned around.

Jason.

I stepped back immediately. I shook my head, convincing myself that I had been imagining things. That was it. I had finally lost it. I would have to tell Dick that he was right. I needed help.

"You can't be real," I mumbled, more to myself than Jason.

"(Y/n)-"

"Don't," I snapped. "Don't say that. You... You died. I watched you. You can't... I've gone crazy."

I went to walk away, wanting nothing more than to just run home.

"(Y/n)," Jason stepped closer to me, grabbing my wrist before I could walk away.

I stared down at his hand. I didn't know if I should've pulled away or stayed or yelled or just... anything.

"I wanted to know you were okay," he admitted.

I pushed him back. "I... I have spent so long grieving you. So long. I... How are you... Why..."

Jason stepped forward again. I hit his chest.

"I tried so fucking hard to distract myself!" I shouted. "To forget you for just a little bit and then you just show up again. And you weren't even gonna talk to me? You were just going to watch me from the roof? Seriously?"

"I was scared of this exact reaction!" he yelled back. "You think it didn't kill me? I watched you do this shit every fucking night! It fucking hurt! Watching the person that you love kiss and touch and..."

He trailed off for a moment like the last word would hurt him. I couldn't blame him.

"I just wanted to forget," I mumbled. "Just for a minute."

I looked down for a moment.

"We...," I shook my head and looked back at him. "We need to go tell the others. Dick and Gar- God, Gar's gonna be so happy to see you-"

"I can't."

I felt my heart drop. "What?"

"You can't tell anyone about me."

"Jason..."

He leaned in and kissed me. I almost fell apart. Right in that moment. It had been so long... too long.

He leaned away again.

"Don't tell anyone you saw me," he repeated. "Please."

"Promise me that you're real first," I muttered. "I'll... I'll do anything, but please... just promise me."

"I'm real," he replied. "I promise."

I let the words sink in for a moment before I kissed him again. I cupped the sides of his face, like that would cause time around us to freeze.

Jason pulled away again. He grinned at me.

"Come back to me," I whispered. "Soon."

He nodded. "Sooner than you think, I promise."

I stepped away fully. I waved to him as I made it back to the fire escape.

When I made it home that night, Dick was waiting up for me.

"We need to talk," he said. Like he did every night.

"Okay," I replied. Instead of ignoring him.

He looked shocked at my response.

"I'm ready to talk."

No need to avoid... no need to forget.

an ego thing

Ooh-oh, I was trying to be honest If this is what I get, I won't be honest anymore Oh, if this is what I get I swear I won't be honest anymore

Jason was getting cabin fever.

There was no doubt about that.

After we had all spent so long in the Titan tower doing nothing but training, we all were getting to that point.

But Jason... Jason seemed to miss the violence more than he missed helping people. It was alarming. I knew that he missed being Robin. He missed working with Batman. He missed wearing a mask. But I didn't want him to jump back into that work if all he missed was the ability to do whatever he wanted with little consequence.

I just never wanted him to feel like I didn't support him. Or that I was attacking him.

We were on the couch. My head was resting on his leg. I was listening to him rant about the subject again. I was listening, trying to truly process every word. I just wanted to help him.

"Is it really that bad that I want to actually kick some ass after I've spent months stuck in here training?" he rambled. "I just want to get back to what I'm good at."

I took a deep breath. "Can I... Can I say something?"

He looked down at me and nodded.

"Do you think maybe just wanting to go kick ass is what's making Dick and Bruce hesitant to put you back out there," I asked.

"What?" his eyebrows scrunched up.

"I just... I wonder if they're hoping all the work will help you see your work as more about helping and saving people than you do getting to kick people's asses."

I pushed myself to sit up and turn to him.

He didn't speak up for a moment. I instantly felt like I had gone too far. I reached out and touched his arm, trying to get some response out of him.

"Jason," I said. "I... I just think that you got a little carried away in Gotham. Focused more on the violence than the protection. I want to see you focus on something productive. Surely, you've seen enough people use violence for fun to know that it's not healthy."

"You're really gonna compare me to those guys," he asked.

"No, no, not at all," I shook my head. "I'm saying that there getting caught in that mindset can be harmful."

"But you're saying I'm already there."

"I'm saying you can change it and be better," I explained. "A lot of the guys that you've faced are too far gone."

"How long I have then?" he stood up, raising his voice.

I was already confused about how we got to this point, but I felt like I was too far down this road to back down. I needed to make my point known.

Jason didn't wait for a response. "Go on, tell me."

"I didn't say that you were going to end up like that," I shook my head. I stood up, planning on comforting him. "I... I'm trying to help, Jason-"

"No, you just want to be able to say you tried," he snapped, stepping away from me. "You wanna be able to brag that you tried to save me before I was 'too far gone', right?"

He started walking away like I wasn't going to be able to respond to him.

"I don't fucking want any of that," I said. He kept walking. "Jason! You can't just storm away when you don't like my answer!"

He didn't even react. He just kept walking.

Once he was out of sight, I sighed and sat back down on the couch. I ran my hands over my face.

In my heart, I knew I was right. I knew that I had made a good point.

Maybe that's why I held my ground so firmly.

Why I didn't follow after him when I absolutely should have.

Pancakes for Dinner

I'll try to hide the way I feel But I'll just wanna shout What do I have to lose right now?

"Where's Jason," I asked as I stormed into the Batcave.

At first, I only saw two people. Two men just standing there. Bruce Wayne and some guy that I didn't recognize.

"Who the hell are you," Bruce asked, turning to face me.

I saw Jason sitting behind him. I ignored Bruce, walking forward to stand next to Jason. The other man seemed to be checking on something.

"(Y/n)," Jason grinned at me from behind his Robin mask. "How'd you find this place?"

"Followed you one night," I answered quickly. "Are you okay?"

"Who is this," Bruce asked again. I waved him off.

"I'm okay, just a rough night," Jason explained. "This is (Y/n)! We're old friends!"

Friends. Yeah. Just old friends.

That's why I snuck into the secret hideout of a billionaire that's secretly a vigilante.

Just friends.

"That's Bruce," Jason continued to me. "And this is Alfred."

"Hi," I awkwardly greeted.

I stood next to Jason silently as Alfred explained that Jason needed to take it easy for a little while. Alfred walked out after that. Bruce looked between the two of us. He almost seemed to glare at me before he turned around and walked out.

"He's a ray of sunshine," I mumbled, leaning against the desk.

"He's doing his job," Jason replied. "You did just break into his secret base."

"He should've thought about something like that happening before he took you in."

"How'd you know I got hurt," he asked, ignoring my comment.

"I keep up," I explained. "You're my best friend, Jason. I worry about you."

I saw some look cross his face for a moment. One that I imagine crossed my face when Jason called us old friends. Disappointment.

I paused.

I had to be imagining things.

Jason looked away from me, turning to look toward the door of the hideout more than anything.

"Jason," I said.

The impulsive part of my brain was beating the logical part. The logical part didn't even know it was in a fight.

He looked back at me. The disappointment was gone, but that didn't seem to stop me.

I stepped closer to him.

I took a deep breath before leaning down and pressing my lips to his. I was ready to run. Turn and run and probably vomit.

But then, he kissed me back. He sat up a bit, cupped the back of my head, and kissed me back. It was all so... soft. Like we were both nervous that the other would suddenly push the other away.

I pulled away first. "God, I love you."

Jason chuckled, his hand moving from the back of my head to the side of my face. "Took me getting hurt for you to admit that?"

"Didn't hear you rushing to say it," I muttered.

"Maybe I should make up for lost time then," he teased, brushing his lips against mine again.

"Maybe you should," I replied.

He pecked my lips before pulling away enough to mumble to me, "I love you."

He repeated that pattern a few more times as I happily tried to follow his lips in the hopes of getting a longer kiss.

I was ready to spend eternity just like that.

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⇨ 「pairing― jason todd x reader」

⇨ 「summary― you and jason have been together for a few months, and all the bird boy can think about is how perfect and amazing you are.」

⇨ 「warnings— none, just fluff, fluff, and more fluff ;)」

⇨ 「word count― 0.9k」

amazement, beauty, bad-ass, incredible; not even all the things that jason thinks when he sees you. every time he sees you doing normal things during the day, he watches you with amusement. not being weird, but a lovingly way. this boy is head over heels for you, and you don’t even notice.

the two of you have been dating for a few months, and before he got the balls to ask you out, you would still be able to take his breath away.

jason never really knew how to love; he’s never been able to commit to a relationship, and isn’t good at keeping them. this boy seems like the biggest player in the world, but really, he’s the biggest softy that has never been touched lovingly by someone. but that all changed when he met you.

he felt different around you, like you’re the only thing in the world. yeah, he would flirt with you like a dick, but he was just trying to cover up how much he adored you.

sometimes he would catch himself staring a bit too much, to the point where the whole team knew about his little (huge) crush on you.

every time you’re fighting villains and bad guys, he’s always got his eye on you. how could you be so aggressive yet so graceful while you punch guys in their faces? as soon as he saw you beat a guy’s ass, he fell in love even more than he already has. he loves it even more when he’s the one feeling your wrath. most of the time it’ll be training, but sometimes he’ll really get on your nerves, making him swoon over you more.

“you’re so adorable,” he says out of the blue, making you turn towards him with a small smile, blush creeping up on your cheeks.

“why do you say that?” you chuckle, making him smile at you.

“because you are,” he replies with his hand underneath his chin as he leans on the counter facing you. your cheeks turn bright red as you look away.

“uhm- i-“ you stutter, making him chuckle. he adores your stutter and the way you get so flustered when he compliments you.

you know what else he adores about you? your smile, your laugh, your sass, your affection, your kindness, your strength, your body—oh boy, do not get him started on your body. he loves every crease, crevice, and everything else; he loves it all. you’re insecure? he’ll make sure you don’t feel that way anymore. you’re feeling sad? he’ll make it his priority to make you happy. this man adores you.

you smile, putting your hands on your face while you smile into your hands. you and jason were laying in bed watching movies all day, and he made it his goal to make you flustered all day. you couldn’t help but smile at his compliments, so as instinct, you cover your face with your hands, hiding your smile away from him. he frowns, lacing his hands over yours as he pulls your hands away from your face.

“don’t hide, princess,” he says as you felt yourself smile more, making your hands go straight to your face. but before they could, he stops them with his hands as they held yours. “don’t hide your beautiful smile from me, love,” he says and you blush and look away from him. “i love your smile too much for you to cover it up and hide it from me!” he exclaims and you giggle. “promise to not hide your face anymore?” he asks you, holding his pinky out for you.

“promise,” you say with a smile, lacing your pinky finger with his. this is how it was with you and jason. he adores every single part of you, and when you try to hide it, you have to promise to stop because this man can’t take his eyes off of you.

“jason, oh my god!” you exclaim as you check over his wounded body. that’s another thing he adores; how much you care for him and worry about him. “what the hell happened?!”

he couldn’t help but smile at your worried state, “i’m okay, princess.” he weakly smirked at you as you gave him a look as if he was crazy. he didn’t care how much pain he was in, he would do anything in his power to see you flustered; another thing he adores about you.

your hands caressed his body, “no you’re not! now tell me what happened!”

“i got stabbed once, but it wasn’t too bad!” he said before your eyes widened.

“JASON!” you exclaim as your heart rate picked up. you were worried about him, thinking he could die and you didn’t want that to happen. he put his hand on your cheek, pulling it down to his level before placing his lips on yours.

“don’t be worried about me, i’ll be okay. just get me up, i’m uncomfortable laying here,” he spoke out casually as you sigh. he was definitely stubborn, but that’s something you adore about him.

every time you helped him back to the tower, he couldn’t help but fall for you more; sometimes literally. he adored the way you cared for him so much and how gentle you are with him. he’s never had someone so special in his life before he met you, and you filled that empty void as soon as you stepped in.

“i love you jason todd,” you say to him as your arms were wrapped around his neck.

“i love you too, y/n l/n,” he chuckled as he leaned his face down to your level.

ahh another thing he adores about you: your love for him.

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Old Enemies and Old Friends

Pairing: Jason Todd (version unspecified) x F!Reader

Warnings: kidnapping, injury, mentions of death, violent death

Word count: 3384

A/N: Here’s part 12 of castle of glass! This took a lot longer than I thought it would, but my ADHD has been playing hell all week. Hopefully the next one won’t take as long, and I hope you like it!!

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Thirty-two hours.

Jason glanced at the clock on his helmet dash before forcing him to look away again. Y/N had been with the Joker for thirty-two hours. He was trying really hard not to think about the fact that he had been with the clown for less than two before he got bored of beating him and set the bomb timer going.

He forced himself to breath and think logically. If she was dead, the Joker would have told them by now. He liked to rub that kind of thing in their faces. But if she wasn’t dead…

Stop it.

He took another deep breath and ticked the current warehouse off his list. He didn’t have many buildings left to check. Dick had temporarily run off to deal with a gang shootout, after insisting Jason keep searching without him for a while. Dick had told him he was planning on calling several of the titans in, but he’d been called away before Jason could ask who. Jason had mixed feelings about them getting involved because he hadn’t exactly had the best experiences with any of them, before and after his death. But he knew they were as protective over Y/N as Dick was, so he wasn’t going to say no if they wanted to help out.

A flash of movement caught his eye as he stepped out of the abandoned warehouse.

He flexed his fingers over the guns strapped to his thighs as he stepped forward. But he wrenched his hands away as he laid eyes on the small kid crammed into the gap between the wall and a dumpster, clearly trying to be as small as possible.

“Hey, kid. What’cha doing here?” He relaxed his posture and crouched down, trying to seem as non-threatening as possible given he was now taller than Bruce and almost as broad; sometimes he really missed being Robin.

“You’re Red Hood.” The kid was shaking slightly, but he kept his eyes on Jason as he nodded. “You help people.”

“I try to.” Jason said as softly as he could through the voice modulator. He watched as the kid chewed his lip but made no room to say anything else, so he spoke up instead. “Do you need my help?”

The kid nodded. “Some men hurt my friends. We sleep in the old theatre because it’s dry and the costumes are all still there for warmth. But the men found us and hurt some of my friends.”

The edge of Jason’s vision tinged green. He thought he had made himself clear a few months back when the police tried to bar the homeless kids in the Bowery from sleeping there. That was Red Hood’s turf and those particular kids were under his protection. The kid in front of him couldn’t have been older than twelve, and he deserved somewhere relatively safe and warm to sleep.

Jason really wanted to punch someone. “Did you get the officers names?”

“They weren’t police officers.” The kid said.

Jason felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach.

Could it…

No…

In the middle of his territory…

Surely not even the fucking clown was that suicidal…

He took a deep breath, ignoring the pit once again as it tried to take over. “Okay, kid, I’ll deal with it. There’s a shelter on Cross Street, you take your friends there and tell the woman behind the desk that Red Hood sent you.” He pulled a small red token out of his pocket and handed it over to the kid. “Just give her that and she’ll set you up.”

The kid nodded and scurried off.

Jason pulled out his phone and shot Dick a quick text before setting off in the direction of the theatre.

***

It was easier than he thought it would be for Jason to slip in through a hole in the theatres roof. That should have been his first indication that something was wrong. But green had started clawing its way to the front of his mind at the mere thought of getting his hands on the clown, making him more reckless than he would normally be.

He crept through the decaying attic and jumped down onto the first floor, his boots hitting the carpet with a dull thud. He had been to the theatre once before it shut with his mom. He didn’t know how Catherine had managed to scrape together the money, even if it was just a low budget version of A Midsomer’s Night Dream. It was still one of his best memories, just him and his mom before she got really bad. Before she finally gave up and chose the drugs over Jason.

He shook his head, choosing to focus on the green instead, and kept moving forward.

He could hear voices coming from the stage area and silently walked towards the stairs he remembered that should lead him to the backstage area. He stepped onto the carpet at the bottom of the stairs and knew something was wrong, the floor just felt off. But as he moved his other foot down nothing seemed to happen, so he put it down to rotten wood and he started moving forward.

He made it half way down the corridor before his head started feeling funny. Three more steps before he stumbled. One more before he fell to his knees and started realising something was really wrong.

Some form of gas was his first thought. But his helmet had a filtration system. Not if someone planned for that, his brain reminded him. He crawled forward another metre, trying to think of a plan.

Then the laughing started.

Manic, echoing laughter poured down the corridor and suddenly Jason was fifteen again and the carpet under him was actually concrete and the walls were further away.

“Poor excuse for the cavalry, aren’t you, birdie?” The voice that haunted his nightmares cackled. “I bet this was not what the other little birdie was hoping for when she sent that distress signal.”

Distress signal?

“Oh, well, she’ll find out soon enough.”

Before Jason could think about anything in more detail, the crowbar connected with his helmet.

***

Jason couldn’t supress the groan as he woke up. His entire body felt stiff and his head was throbbing in the dull way it did whenever someone hit him over the head while he was still wearing his helmet. But the fuzziness told him he had also been drugged with something, and that never boded well for what was to come.

“Finally back with us, birdie?”

Jason didn’t have time to answer before two sets of hands yanked him upright. It took him a solid minute to resist the urge to puke because he realised he was still wearing his helmet, even if it had shattered on one side.

Muffled, angry protests drew his attention and he finally managed to crack his eyes open to take in his surroundings. They were on the raised platform that used to be the stage, although now it was just rotting boards, and there were two guys on either side of him, still holding his arms. But that was not his priority when his eyes caught a flash of purple.

Y/N was on her knees about six feet in front of him with the Joker standing behind her. She was gagged and there was a piece of rope wound around her neck that he had a horrible feeling connected to where her hands were bound behind her back. The bruising starting to come out around her neck confirmed his theory. There was blood on the left side of her head and a bruise on her cheekbone that looked at least a day old so he knew those were from when she had been grabbed.

But it was the fresh blood running down her left leg from the middle of her thigh that worried him the most. Her jeans were missing and something had been carved into her thigh. From this distance he couldn’t make it out under the hem of the oversized shirt of his she had stolen yesterday morning, but he had a feeling he knew what it was and it made his vision tint green.

“Get away from her.” He rasped out, struggling to make his voice work as he looked up at the clown.

The Joker’s face split into his awful grimace of a smile and he stroked a hand through Y/N’s hair roughly, clearly not caring if it got caught. She flinched away and the hand clamped down, keeping her where she was. But she kept her eyes on Jason, looking concerned, like she wasn’t the one with the psycho murderer standing behind her.

The Joker laughed, tipping Y/N’s head back and Jason could tell by the choking sound she made that she had tried to move her hands without thinking about the rope around her throat. “Not much of a rescue team, is he, little bird?”

Distress signal.

The Joker’s words in the hall came back to him and he tried not to show the surprise on his face. He said Y/N sent out a distress signal. But it hadn’t been to him. Of course not, she had to have codes with Dick, ways of sending messages without anyone being able to tell what they said. Which meant Jason had walked into a trap that wasn’t meant for him, and Dick still had a chance. Knowing golden boy, he’d be a lot more careful than Jason had been, which meant he just had to keep the clown’s attention until then.

He took a deep breath, well aware of the implications of what he was about to say, but he just needed the Joker to let Y/N go.

“You know, I never did answer for which hurt more.”

Y/N’s eyes went wide and she started screaming something illegible through the gag, but the Joker’s smile grew and he let her go. She fell onto her side, her eyes focused on him, still shaking her head as the Joker stepped forward with the crowbar.

Jason closed his eyes and begged whoever might be watching over him that Nightwing wouldn’t be as late as Batman was.

***

As always, Dick didn’t disappoint.

The Joker only managed four hits before something exploded and they heard people shouting. The men holding him dropped his arms and drew their guns. Jason let himself slump and slipped the hidden knife out of his boot while none of them were looking.

“I wonder which birdie that is.” The Joker laughed and walked towards the edge of the stage.

Jason took his chance and stabbed the guy on his left in the calf as he swept the legs out from under the guy on the right. He dived over the guy on the floor, ignoring the horrible twinge in his most likely broken ribs, and used his body as a shield against the others gunshots before grabbing the now dead guys gun for himself. From there it took almost no effort to drop the other guy.

But when he turned in the direction of the clown, he found empty space.

“Fuck.” He croaked out, his voice sounding worse than before.

He turned back to Y/N as the shouts got closer; the clown could wait.

They were too exposed on the stage so he sliced through the rope connecting the one around her throat to her hands and ignored her muffled protests as he threw her over his shoulder. He kept the gun up as he moved towards the backstage area. Y/N went limp on his shoulder, clearly accepting this was how he was moving them somewhere safer.

He kicked open the first door he came across and strode into what looked like on old dressing room once he had made sure it was clear. He set Y/N down on the floor as gently as he could, trying not to jostle her leg too much, and then pulled off the shattered remains of his helmet before cutting her wrists free. He barely had time to pull the gag out of her mouth before she threw her arms around him.

“We’re okay.” He said, giving himself one minute to just hold her.

But she pulled back before he could, her hands immediately moving to his face. “You’re bleeding.”

“Not as much as you.” He said, catching her wrists below the skin the ropes had rubbed raw and bruised. But her leg was what was worrying him.

“I’m fine.” She said, moving to cover it with the oversized shirt before he could take a proper look at it.

“Sweetheart, nothing ‘fine’ bleeds that much.” He pulled a pressure bandage out of his utility belt, well aware he didn’t have enough for her leg, wrists and neck. “I need to wrap it so we can get out of here.”

She nodded and moved her hands away. “Okay.”

He shifted forward to get a better look and his entire vision went green in the way it hadn’t in a long time. He was aware his eyes had changed and his breathing was uneven, but it was hard to get it under control when the psycho had decided to carve a goddamn J deep enough in her leg that there was no way it wouldn’t scar.

“Jay.” Y/N said softly. “Jason, breathe.”

He forced a lungful of air into his chest and exhaled slowly, forcing the green back, but leaving it thrumming under the surface for when he got his hands on the clown.

“I’m okay.” He said once the green had retreated enough that he could see his surroundings again. Her hands were on his face again, her thumbs gently stroking over his cheekbones and he let it ground him before he turned back to the task at hand and started wrapping her leg up. “You got a message to Dick.”

“We have a code. That’s why he thought it was meant for you.” She said. “You didn’t come with him?”

“We were looking together, then he got called away for a gang shootout. A street kid told me about some bad men here, thought I’d check it out. I walked into the trap he set for Dick.” He told her as he finished tying off the bandage.

Y/N opened her mouth to say something, but she cut off as they heard footsteps in the corridor. Jason met her eyes before wordless standing, placing himself firmly in between her and the door, and raising the gun in his hand.

The door was kicked open, slamming against the wall with a bang, and Jason found himself staring down the shaft of a military grade arrow.

“Speedy?” Y/N asked and Jason glanced down to see her peering around his legs.

“Well, you both look like shit.” Roy Harper said, dropping his bow and striding into the room before pulling Jason into a hug like everything that had happened since he ran away hadn’t happened.

Jason let himself relax into it and wrapped his free arm around Roy. “You got any bandages, Harper?”

“Who do you think I am? Course I’ve got bandages.” Roy pulled back and dropped down in front of Y/N. “How you doing, WarGames?”

“You know I’ve never actually hacked the military, right?” Y/N said, offering her wrists to Roy as the archer pulled several rolls of bandages out of his belt. “Dick got my message.”

“Of course he did. Him and Donna are handling the goon squad.” Roy moved to bandage her neck as Jason shrugged out of his leather jacket.

“The clown?” Jason asked, helping Y/N into the jacket as Roy stood back up.

“Dick went after him.” Roy said, his eyes dropping to the gun in Jason’s thigh holster.

Jason chose to ignore the look and turned back to Y/N. “Can you walk?”

“I think so.” She took his offered hand and let him pull her up. Her leg shook slightly, but she stayed standing.

Jason turned to Roy, keeping his hand in Y/N’s, and nodded. Roy drew his bow again and started walking back the way they had came. Jason drew his gun and followed, keeping one step ahead of Y/N in case anything decided to jump out at them.

“Nightwing! Stop! Nightwing!” Donna’s shouts were cut up with the sounds of gunfire and fighting. “Nightwing! Stop! Dick!”

Jason started running before he even realised what he was doing, but nothing could have prepared him for the scene that greeted him.

Donna was subduing the last of the Joker’s men in what used to be the dress circle, still calling for Dick to stop in between punches. Dick was on the floor at the edge of the stage, repeatedly punching the person on the floor underneath him. The sight of the purple suit was enough to stop Jason in his tracks. For some reason his brain was struggling to comprehend the sight of his brother with blood soaked gloves and his murderer lying on the floor with a broken face.

“Dick!” Y/N moved before Jason or Roy could stop her and caught Dick’s arm before he could throw another punch. “Dickie?” She said softly.

Dick looked up at her before turning to look at the bloody mess underneath him. Jason spotted the exact moment Dick realised what he’d done; his entire face crumpled and his breathing picked up. But Jason still couldn’t make his legs work, he just stared as Y/N pulled Dick away and wrapped her arms around him as he collapsed to the floor.

Roy shot him a look as he walked towards the Joker, but he didn’t seem to expect Jason to move. Dick’s face had gone blank and he didn’t give any indication he was hearing any of the soft reassurances Y/N was whispering in his ear as she ran her fingers through his hair. Roy took a shuddering breath as he stood back up and met Y/N’s eyes. The shake of Roy’s head broke the last of Jason’s composure and he dropped to his knees, unable to take his eyes off the bloody mess of the Joker’s face.

It was over.

The clown was never going to hurt anyone again.

But it shouldn’t have been Dick.

Jason didn’t even care that someone had got to the clown before him, the only thing he cared about was the fact that it was Dick. Bruce’s golden boy, the one of them who always believed in Bruce’s one rule more than anyone else.

“Jay. Jason. Jason!”

He snapped his head round to find Roy had gone to help Donna secure the Joker’s guys and Y/N was looking at him.

“Jay, he’s bleeding.” Y/N said, looking more panicked than before. It took him far too long to realise she wasn’t talking about the Joker, that the fresh blood on her hand was coming from Dick’s side.

“Shit.” He forced himself to move and dropped down next to her.

Dick was still staring blankly at the wall, Y/N being the only thing keeping him upright. He didn’t move as Jason started prodding at his side.

“What’s wrong?” Donna asked as her and Roy walked over, both of them pointedly ignoring the body on the floor.

“He’s been stabbed through one of his suit joins.” Jason said, taking the roll of gauze Roy offered and pressing it against Dick’s side.

“You two get him out of here. There’s a car outside and both of you clearly need medical attention as well.” Donna said.

“The bats-”

Donna cut Jason off. “We’ll handle it.”

Jason studied her for a moment and then nodded; he could tell she was thinking the same thing he was. None of them knew how Bruce was going to react. Roy passed him the car keys and he managed to get Dick standing as Y/N kept pressure on his side. He let himself take one last look at the bloody mess that used to be the Joker before leading them to the exit.

Part 13

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(A/N: I don't know why I didn't do this sooner because I love this boy so much and he made season 3 🥺️) also this is pretty long, like 2.1k words long, so enjoy 😁)

｡ₓ ू ₒ ु Jason Todd Dating Hcs ू ₒ ु ₓ｡

♡ₓ This is gonna be a long one 😂 Jason may seem like a cocky, playful kickass teenager, but inside, he’s a little broken up and just needs a hug 🥺

♡ₓ You either met him as a new Titan, picked out and taken back to the tower with Dick, or someone that Jason saved as Robin. He won’t tell you yet, but you are honestly the most beautiful person he’s ever seen… and stumbles over his words when you’re introduced.

♡ₓ You become really great friends - or so you think, not quite noticing the lingering looks and smiles he gives you like the rest of the Titans do. Jason’s pretty protective and defensive of his friends, and seeing as the rest of the Titans aren’t super friendly with him, he doesn’t make as much of an effort with them as he does with you.

♡ₓ Which leads to him getting annoyed when they try to befriend you too and take you away from conversations you were having with him. If you’re a Titan and there’s a dangerous mission Dick wants you to go out on, Jason won’t let you leave unless he can come to. He knows full well you can defend yourself, but he doesn’t want to lose you like he’s lost others in the past.

♡ₓ When Robin fell from that rooftop, somehow you managed to catch Superboy’s attention and make sure he didn’t die. Jason could only watch, still stunned by the fall and now by you, as you check he’s not hurt and ask if he’s okay. He’s not used to anyone caring that much, and so he can only nod and hug you as a response. It’s all he needs to know for sure that he’s absolutely in love.

♡ₓ After that, the PTSD and bad thoughts really started getting to him, and you were the only one who could pick up on that and try to help. I mean, you've seen the series, the rest of the Titans are either pretty oblivious or don't deal with it well at all *cough*dick*cough*

♡ₓ So quiet times, just sitting and listening to music, or working out in the training room - where he took every opportunity to show off and try to catch your attention - helped him drown out the poison, as he calls it. Jason tries to be and is a lot more open when it's just you and him than the others, and immediately gets defensive when Dick attempts to ask if he's okay.

♡ₓ When he was getting singled out and blamed for the crosses on Rachel’s mirror and the rest of the chaos in the tower, you were the only one to try to stand up for him and pointed out to Dick that he’d run off. It meant so much to him, seeing you carefully make your way to the edge of the roof and look up at him with pleading eyes. Jason has never felt that wanted before, which is the main reason he got down, and held back choking sobs when you gave him the tightest hug ever. ��He’d keep trying, for you,’ that’s what he’d told himself.

♡ₓ One of the best memories you had of him before you managed to get separated was when Jason showed how much he trusted you by taking you to the high school where he watched the play they did and admitted his love for theatre. You didn't tease or mock him at all, which was a huge relief but expected from you anyway, and right then and there, he wanted to tell you everything. About how you're a thought that makes him want to keep going every day and how he wishes he could hug you a little longer than your friendly ones. But Jason can't make the words come out of his mouth then but can pretend as much as he wants as you walk back with his arm around your shoulder, you not knowing any better.

♡ₓ I'd like to stress that he hasn't said all of this yet, because he won't stop later on, I promise 🥰️

♡ₓ But near the time of Donna's funeral and Rachel leaving the city, you somehow get split up because of carrying on Titan work with Nightwing while Jason needs to talk to Bruce and do some stuff back in Gotham. Even so, you still receive plenty of texts from him, checking up on you while you aren't near each other, wanting to hear your voice again and see that heartstopping smile of yours through FaceTime.

♡ₓ Then Robin really comes to an end, because Jason Todd apparently dies at the hands of the Joker. His friend Molly tells you (which leads to you becoming great friends if you weren't already), and you're devastated. It slowly but surely starts to click into place for you. Those longing looks from him back at Titans Tower, the way he quickly got protective whenever there was the slightest threat you felt uncomfortable with, warm hugs he'd only give you, shoving off Gar with a questioning look when he jokingly tried to get in with you once. Jason had always been a great, understanding friend, but the thought of you possibly having the opportunity to be something more and missing out on it makes you cry 😢

♡ₓ So when you get a call from Dick telling you about the new Red Hood threat, and how he thinks Jason might still be alive and affiliated with the Scarecrow?? You're terrified for him hanging around with such a dark and dangerous person, but you know in your heart that Jason can't have changed so much, reborn or not, from how you knew him before. Dick isn't convinced, especially after Hank's death, and even though you're just as upset as the rest of the team are at the loss, you feel like Jason must be under some kind of influence, and he'd never do anything like that alone.

♡ₓ When you come with Dick to confront him, Red Hood has everyone in Gotham convinced that he's some sort of hero. When Nightwing has him on the floor with a gun pointed, you run over and pull it out of his hands. The shocked, emotion-flooded expression on Jason's face makes you forget everything for the moment as you go in and give him the tightest hug ever, while Dick tries calming down the crowd around you all. Jason slowly, shakily returns it, a million doubting thoughts rushing through his head. Don't you know what he's done? Can you forgive him that easily? You deserve so much more...

♡ₓ Dick gets shot though, and the situation escalates rapidly. You notice Jason hesitantly retreating into the crowd, not wanting the Scarecrow to get to you, his only weakness. But you manage to grab his arm and give him the same pleading eyes as the ones from the balcony he stood at the edge of all those months ago. You ask him to come back home, to stay with you, that you miss him. At the moment, it's difficult, since Crane hasn't been dealt with yet, but Jason promises that he'll see you again soon before he has to run for it, and you tend to Dick.

♡ₓ When you convince Dick to let Jason help the Titans defeat Scarecrow and make sense of the drugs and being brought back to life, Jason doesn't want to let you out of his sight again. He was terrified that he'd never see you again, that you'd hate him because of all that's happened. He's in mild disbelief as you rest against him in the car while Dick runs you over the plans, but Jason isn't afraid to show he cares in front of people (I'll get to PDA more later 😉) and he delicately runs his gloved fingers through your hair and against your cheek, grounding yourself and him at the same time.

♡ₓ Needless to say, Scarecrow gets his ass rightly kicked, and Bruce comes back with his house wrecked and the city recovering from the attack. When he asks Jason which life is next after he turns down living in Wayne Manor again, he looks over his shoulder at you, with a soft smirk that makes warmth spread throughout your body as he simply says, "one with them."

♡ₓ He's not kidding in the slightest either, because now you're reunited, Jason is pretty clingy and in need of a bit of reassurance from you, but is the best boyfriend ever. Everything he struggled with saying before comes out in a mess when you have your first kiss after leaving the Manor and Dick goes with Rachel to visit Crane in prison. This boy's a complete whipped simp, I do not exaggerate.

♡ₓ Like, if it was the middle of the night and you wanted some random drink or fancied going out to get food or ride his motorbike, sure, he's up, where to? Sleep can wait 😊

♡ₓ With PDA, Jason Todd is not shy, and in public, he's just as loving as he is in private. He has no fears of confrontation too, so god forbid anyone that tries to make a move on you or makes you feel bad. He does get jealous sometimes, but more in the insecure way, not at all in the way of not trusting you. You waste no time in telling him that he's the only boy you want in your life and give him a bear hug, and he'll get over it just like that.

♡ₓ On the subject of cuddling, he can't get enough of it. Whether it's lounging around at home or in bed, Jason will draw them out. Vulnerably if it's just after a nightmare, when you wrap your arms around him sleepily and he cradles you to him protectively. Playfully if it's getting late in the morning and he's not ready to get up yet. Sometimes it's just really randomly when you're doing your own thing, he just sweeps you up off your feet and doesn't put you down until you're laughing ridiculously hard and kicking around helplessly.

♡ₓ I can imagine him being all silly and saying that he "won't let you go, angel, till you tell me you love me more than anything else in this world," and then gets all wide-eyed and soft when you actually say it so earnestly. Jason also loves it when you play with his dark curls, he'll happily rest his head on your chest, playing around with your hands and kissing your fingers absentmindedly as your own fiddle with his locks.

♡ₓ You're the only person that can truly calm him down when he's annoyed with someone that's trying to get to him, or on one of his bad days. If you insist on staying at home with him to watch movies and eat junk and cuddle in bed, just to make him feel better, he will literally cry and mumble endearments into your shoulder. Don't for a second doubt that he won't do the same for you, because it will literally break his heart if he sees you upset. If its a person, Jason will gladly deal with them, but if it's just life, he'll hold you tightly, pressing gentle kisses on your forehead and reminding you that he'll always be there for you 🥲

♡ₓ He's honestly a bit possessive - not in a toxic way though - so seeing you in his hoodies or t-shirts makes him all proud and bashful. Jason compliments you for every little thing, or stares in adoring wonder, maybe if you're just doing a hobby or nothing in particular. Or maybe you're his partner and anti-hero like him, or still a Titan, able to defend yourself and save others so effortlessly.

♡ₓ He also trusts you with his life. If you didn't give him any explanation to do something crazy, Jason would assume it's important and you'll explain when you can, taking your word for anything.

♡ₓ Jason will do anything to make you happy and keep that smile on your face. You've been through so much together, and he doesn't care what he goes through now, as long as you're in on it together.

♡ₓ "You're my whole world, princess. I love you so much..."

[sleepyangelkami]

loved loved loved calefaction!!!! I'm not sure what you consider a request or not, but when does the picture that Jason took at the end come into play? (this can be a part two or just a new plot)

DIVULGENCE j.todd

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JASON TODD X FEM!READER

 ☆ SUMMARY - part two to calefaction. after an uneasy meeting with jason todd the morning after he had slept in your apartment and an awkward coffee arrangement with his brother, you come to terms with what you have seemingly always known.

 ☆ WARNINGS - kissing (dont get stds kids), enemies to lovers, jason todd being a loveable prick, dick being a shipper, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

part one here

you knew from the moment you awoke in your bed alone, something was off. it wasnt as if anything appeared to be out of place or something drastic had happened when you were asleep but there was something you simply couldnt place, it was just... off. when you lifted your head from being stuffed into a pillow, you noticed that the presence of the man who once slept in your bed was gone. you ignored the pang, however, that struck your heart and brushed it off. you were being ridiculous, you hadnt seriously assumed he would stay the whole night? had you? and after all that, what were you expecting, you and jason hated each other or at least you were supposed to but to think you'd wake to him sleeping soundly next to you was laughable.

with groggy eyes, you slowly rose from the bed and rubbed your face, kneading the soft skin together as your feet hit the ground, allowing what was left of the silky blankets to fall from your skin. your throat felt dry so you opted for a drink.

you realised that it was actually rather late for you to be awake, usually you would be up and ready much before the clock could strike nine but for an odd reason you had managed to sleep in until half past ten, strange, it was almost as if someone had switched off your alarm before you could wake. nonetheless, you ignored the off feeling in your stomach and simply descended down the staircase, ignoring your god awful bed head of hair, just knowing that you looked like nothing other than something that had just swam up from the bottom of the ocean.

you cursed yourself through the hallway, muttering words of insults to yourself, incoherent as you practically hexed your own mind and body, how had you been so obnoxiously stupid to believe the man would stay the night? of course he had only been there in the first place because dick had told him to, perhaps he knew he wouldnt make it back to the manor and so he settled for your bed, you were an idiot to believe anything else. it was hardly as if he would actually-

"morning." eyes snapping up instantly at the sound of another voice, inside your very kitchen. you would be lying if you said you had expected a groggy looking jason todd with his hair tousled and dishevelled, a phone in one hand and toast in the other. suddenly, you stood a little straighter, your hands had moved to your own knotted hair to instantly matt the strands down as best you could as if you truly cared for his opinion on what you had looked like when you first woke, but you did, you cared so much.

"morning." clearing your throat as you moved towards the counter, acting as if you hadnt been utterly shocked to see him there, sitting in one of your own kitchen chairs as he greeted you... politely. there was a furrow to your brow as you popped your own slice of bread into the toaster. you and jason had always spoken, whether it was an argument or a simple conversation with one too many jokes that hit close to home but by all means the man wasnt exactly the nicest person you had ever met and he certainly never spoke politely to you.

but you soon realised, all good things must come to an end eventually you just wished he had lasted a little longer. "So, good sleep, then?" but you knew just by the tone of his voice, he had something on you for he would never have had that smug smirk or that complacent timbre to his voice.

your brows furrowed into a knot, head turning towards him with a confusion stricken face as your toast finally popped from the toaster. "yeah... you?" still baffled to the reasoning for his leer that lay on his pink lips. All while grabbing your toast with two slices of kitchen paper before taking a seat at your kitchen table, across from the man.

"Oh, yeah." his grin only widening but still, you looked at him perplexed. "great sleep, real warm." you nodded suspiciously but nevertheless took a small bite from your toast, it was nothing to worry about probably something along the lines of his normal boasting that he managed to fill almost every conversation with. he was an arrogant man, that much was for sure and it most definitely wouldnt surprise you if he had turned into that same man once more by the time morning came. the man that had been awfully sweet last night was long gone by now. "y'know, it was almost like i had a stuffed animal with me."

and now your heart began to pick up its pace. you were sure that you had hidden all of your secret stuffed animals into the bottom of your wardrobe, you never left them out in fear that your vigilante friends would find them, you were not looking for one of them to start on you for you were sure dick grayson would never let you hear the end of it, your awfully large stuffed toy collection. "uhm." your breath caught in your throat. "what do you mean, jason?" a fake thin lipped smile as if to prove your innocence that had not yet been found guilty, or so you hoped.

"well, to put it like-" then he stopped, scratching the bottom of his chin and glancing upwards, thinking. "let me just show you." your eyes went wide though they dialed down a little when you saw him pulling out his phone and not one of your giant teddy bears. when finally you were met with his screen, you shifted in your chair to get a closer look. craning your neck up, lightly pushing your body forward but as soon as your eyes fell on the picture on the screen, you were sure that your heart quite literally dropped to your ass.

with wide eyes you stared forward at a photograph that you could only assume had been taking a couple of minutes ago, maybe an hour or so. your head, laid on the mans chest as if you truly were a stuffed animal, clinging to him as if desperate for heat. his arm was draped across you too but you paid no mind to that and instead tried to fight the instant pink that rushed up to your cheeks. "so what do you think? should i pursue photography?"

"jason you can't show that to anyone." believe it or not your reputation was indefinitely worth more than a picture of you cuddling into your supposedly sworn enemy but you couldn't help but feel the anxiety begin to build up. "please delete it."

he placed his phone on the table, his head slightly falling to the side. "what will you give me if i do?" and suddenly you found it hard to breathe. it wasnt the photograph that had made your knees feel so wobbly or your head feel so dizzy but instead at the way the man had managed to look at you, as if awaiting your answer, as if you had one.

his eyes never strayed from yours, locked together like one and it had your head gears turning in all directions. what was he hinting at? and why did he do it with such a look on his face that made you feel so utterly powerless. and why had you loved the feeling of weakness under the mans stare?

before you could so much as part your lips to respond, you were, thankfully, cut off by the door opening and closing. your head snapped back to see what it was, thankful to any lord that was watching now for if you hadn't been interrupted, you weren't too sure what you would have done. "hey, guys." never in your life had you ever been so thankful to see dick grayson in the flesh.

"hi." a smile falling on your lips yet even so you couldn't push away the worry that jason had that god awful picture on his phone and how he was ready to share it to the whole world, and how on earth could you stop him? the feeling set in at the pit of your stomach, the realisation of what you had done, cuddling into him in your sleep, the mere thought made you want to hide under a rock and never come back again. it was either that or hitting your head against the table right in front of you and you didn't exactly wish to cause a scene.

"he wasnt too bad was he?" ruffling his younger brothers hair as if he were a parent collecting their child from a babysitter. jason wore a scowl, pushing the mans hand off of his head but nevertheless dick only shovelled some of the other mans toast into his mouth.

"i never am." he protested with the same scowl still sitting on his face, watching his older brother steal his food.

you watched dick let out a playfull scoff but nonetheless sent him a reassuring smile, as if you weren't on the verge of hitting him already. dick gave you the same thin lipped smile, happy that you too had agreed with his statement even if he didn't. "thanks again, y/n/n, appreciate it." but jason no longer wore any expression at all, his teasing smirk long gone and his scowl slightly softened as he watched dick and you speak, old friends that looked to be so much more. for the first time in almost forever, jason was quiet. dumbstruck.

"not a problem, really." a small beam on your face, attempting to make it look like jason hadn't truly annoyed every last bone in your body with your last conversation. eyes adverted from him but his never left your face, travelling from your forehead through the slope of your nose down to your chin and over and over again, as if every time he were discovering something new.

"well, can you still let me take you out for coffee for a thanks?" jasons eyes squinted and his brows furrowed, head turning up at dick who didn't so much as look his way. was he seriously flirting with you right now? in front of his little brother? and for some odd reason jason felt sick to his stomach. he wasn't quite sure what it was that made his heart fall to his knees but before anyone could say another word he was grabbing his phone and making his way out of the apartment. your eyes travelled across the room along with his figure, a furrow to your brows as he all but stormed out of the flat, ignoring the pair of burning eyes on him though he made sure to slam the door on the way out. you turned back to his brother, confused. "don't worry about him, he'll be fine." but that did nothing to soothe your worries. "so... about that coffee?"

it took you not only a minute to accept his offer for going to get coffee, it wasnt as if you liked the beverage but that wouldn't be a problem, you'd simply buy something like a sprite or a fanta and that was exactly what you did. so while you and dick had made your way towards a table, you spoke about every day things all while taking sips from your fizzed drink while he blew his coffee, then taking sips. you knew he was a little too addicted but he'd never compete to tim drake, that boy simply lived off the beverage though you were not too sure that was great for his health neither his physical or his mental.

"whatcha thinkin'?" his voice in a playful tone but nonetheless he had a hint of seriousness in it, he always used jokes and sarcasm to get into peoples heads. this was no unusual for either of you, two friends getting drinks together, as always though every time an old woman would pass you for a couple you always winced as he instantly came to defend the fact that you were siblings, even though you were not but he needed some sort of an excuse otherwise you'd be there for days listening to the old women.

your chin came to rest on the palm of your hand. "the way jason stormed out earlier, i wonder if he's okay." you spoke in a low voice. jason had always had his outbursts and while sometimes it left you rolling your eyes, annoyed at the fact he was getting annoyed at everyone else for something so small, you always still felt a pang of guilt, like there was something you should have done, should have said and by the way he stormed out of your apartment that day, he surely didn't look to be too happy.

dick sighed, looking towards you with a serious expression etched to his features. "y/n/n, trust me, he's fine. he has these tantrums all the time for no reason, you know jason every little thing pisses him off, he was probably just bummed that i didn't ask him for coffee instead." you nodded with a small sigh. it made sense, for jason to be angry about something so utterly little but you were still worried for him, you wanted to call him, make sure he was alright but you knew better, after all, you were still supposed to hate him, one night in the crazy l/n apartment wasn't bound to change that. "can i ask you something? and i want you to answer honestly?"

dreaded questions that left your stomach swirling, something you certainly weren't ready for right now but nevertheless you nodded your head with a small quirk to your lips. "of course." he could talk to you about anything, you'd always be honest with him but by the seriousness in his voice, you were sure to regret your decision.

"do you have feelings for my brother?"

your eyes buldged from your head. "look, dick, tim is great, i mean it, lovely guy but seriously, i cant-"

"not tim." rolling his eyes as if you were stupid now your eyes only widened further.

"well that's just inappropriate!" you exclaimed with nothing less than an astonished look on your face. "damian is twelve." you hissed at the man to which he face palmed.

"i'm not talking about damian, either." you settled back in your seat slightly, now finding it a little awkward that you had thought dick was assuming you to like damian. he was great, really funny when he wanted to be but by no means did that mean you liked him. "come on, y/n/n, it's like im sitting here with a bag of popcorn waiting for you and jason to kiss already!"

watching him with saucer eyes and awestruck, you closed your mouth, only for it to part open once more. "dick me and jason- we hate each other!" you hated him when you met him because he hated you when he had met you, it was one sided surely but soon it turned to be a mutual hate that kept both of you on your toes and you certainly didn't need it any other way.

his eyes rolled instantly at your words. "say the word hate all you want but we both know it's not true." you didn't respond to that, aggressively sipping the drink in your hands as your eyes left his, glaring down at the table as if it were jasons face. "i've got a pair of eyes, you know, I see the way you look for eachother in a room, that nose scrunch you make when he talks."

this time your mouth formed a sort of pout. "I do not!" you protested though sinking back into your chair. "do you think he hates me?" a tilt of your head and a crane of your neck. you wouldn't admit to your longing for some sort of attention from the man but you couldn't help but ask. your sworn enemy, the man in which you were supposed to despise with every being in you, yet you found yourself anxious pondering the thought if he had such feelings for you.

dick sat up a little straighter, placing the coffee cup on the table. "jason's not exactly happy go lucky, we know this." giving you a pointed look from across the table. "but he doesn't hate everything in the world, believe it or not. he hates the joker, he hates himself and i'm pretty sure he hates anyone that takes up too much room but he doesn't hate you. in fact, the little bickers that you guys have, the sarcastic.... squabbles, it just makes him like you more." your brows knotted together as you pushed your fingers against the others, fiddling. "he likes that you fight back, he likes that you don't take offence to everything he says because god knows he's not the sweetest of the bunch."

a sigh passed your lips. "how do you know all this?" you knew the relationship between dick and jason but by the way dick was speaking it was as if he were in his head.

"y/n/n everyone knows how jason feels about you, we also know how you feel about him. oh, by the way, tim and i kind of have this bet going so if you could ask out jay first that would be great because i really want that ten bucks."

now your brows furrowed together in fake offence. "i'm only worth ten bucks?!" crossing your arms in an annoyed manner.

"no, i'm just poor." he fawned sadness before letting out a chuckle as you giggled yourself, you both knew he wasn't poor, the son of gothams infamous billionare. his eyes glanced down to the watch on his wrist. "i gotta get back to the manor, you coming?"

now it was time to stutter in your movements, juttering as you looked down at your phones time, contemplating the offer. "i don't think i should." after the conversation about a certain member of the family, you didn't think it would be best to be around him despite your growing worry for how he had stomped out this morning.

he groaned. "come on, y/n/n, you won't even see him, promise." but a part of you was hoping you would, that ounce that jerked every time his name was mentioned and every time your eyes caught his own. "besides, tim is dying to see you."

you didn't need telling twice. "tim's back?!" but you were already getting up from the seat, your coat clutched between your fingers in excitement of seeing your favourite batboy, not that you'd ever admit such a thing to dick grayson.

it didn't take long until the awaited manor was in front of you and it certainly didn't take long for tim to come dashing out of the house to see your face. in no time you were sat in the game room, a chess game sat in front of you and damian across from it, dick grayson laid sprawled across the couch that you had your back against and of course tim was watching the chess game from the sidelines, cautious to catch out any cheaters.

you werent a batkid and truthfully you didn't think you wanted to be, the hardship was something no one could endure you still werrent too sure how they pulled it off but you would be lying if you said there was a place you felt more comfortable in rather than where you were now, surrounded by your favourite people in the world. it was as if you were home, not just in the walls of your apartment but home, not many people truly understood that feeling.

"checkmate." and as soon as the words left the twelve year olds lips three groans were heard. you had lost the game once more, groaning as your head hit the back of the chair, dick flaring his arms up and tim studying the board as if he had missed something. damian had managed to win every single game you had played, it was truly becoming unfair but you didn't miss the tinge of a smile when he saw all of your disappointed faces.

"how?!" tim cried as his hands went straight to his hair, pulling on his long locks.

"you're too good at this game." dick commented as he plucked the cuison from the chair he was sitting on tossing it across the room but of course damian had dodged it with ease.

"or maybe i just suck." you spoke with a soft bite of your bottom lip, you too studying the board. how had he won so many times? and how had you let him? you were supposed to be the good one at this game though you knew ultimately the only one in the whole of the bruce wayne manor that could beat you truly was damian wayne and no one could beat him. "i'm going to the bathroom, don't kill each other while i'm gone."

"you better win next round!" you were only able to dodge the pillow coming towards your head thrown by dick grayson right before you ducked through the door, he was always the one with the post rage when it came to these games. he thought competitively, tim thought logically, damian thought in many ways though you only ever thought in the sense that would you could have the most fun possible, you created that for everyone around you.

you giggled to yourself as you walked down the hallways you had known off by heart, they were the place you spent most of your time if not in a room of the manor, come to think of it you were sure you had spent much more time here than you did your own appartment. the hallways were quiet as usual, it was a god awfully huge manor.

to say you were caught off guard by a quick yank of your wrist was an understatement.

you felt fingers capture the skin of your wrist, enclosing over you before instantly snatching you from your place in the hallway and instead into a room, you didn't get to so much as look at where you were before your back was hit against the wall, eyes going wide as your mouth parted. eyes instantly darting up, they came in contact with brown curls you'd recognise anywhere and that chiseled jaw and nose that could only belong to one man. "jason? what the hell? you scared me half to death!" attempting to free your wrists from his hold but when he didn't allow you to move, you glared up at him.

"do you have feelings for my brother?" your jaw went slack, was he serious? this was the second time you'd been asked such a question today and you were nearly as shocked as you were before.

you wanted to protest, to instantly yell no and exclaim, tell him you'd never like dick like that, that he was just a friend and it would continue to be that way until the day you died but something inside you told you not to, to play along, to find out if this was the real reason he stormed out of your apartment that morning. to find out if he shared the bundle of feelings buried deep inside you. "so what if i do?" you saw the way his face fell, the way his brows softened and his grip on you slightly loosened. "what's it to you? it's not like you've ever cared about me before." though you knew, it was a lie. when you were hurt, so was he, when you had invited him into your bed you felt... at ease, so he had to care even if it was just for a moment in his life.

"you're a fucking idiot, y/n." he seethed and watched as your brows furrowed together in hurt, then to anger, who was he to speak to you like that? he had no interest in you before but now that you had gotten seemingly closer to his elder brother, he was all over the fact and for the first time in his life, brought you into his room.

"and what are you, then?" anger thick in your voice. "what were you thinking would happen when you drag me into your room and then accuse me of being in love with, excuse me, dick grayson." you often bickered but there was something about your tone of voice, he never truly shut up in an argument but this time, he couldn't find words. "you're the idiot because you can't put behind your own stupid wall you've built to keep everyone out to realise that i don't like dick- i like you!" when you said it, you finally realised just what you had admitted to. but even then, you didn't falter, you didn't move your eyes from his own. you took in his shocked face, the way everything softened above you but you didn't stop. "and the fact that you had to second guess it says everything. do you think i'd let someone i hate into my bed for the night? do you think i'd care when you get hurt if i hated you? you're the idiot because i've been in love with you since i met you and you always acted like you hated me when i did nothing wrong!"

and then came silence.

that eerie silence that had you wishing you had never opened your mouth, you realised that his hands had fallen from your wrists, you could leave, he was practically shoving you out the door, really for if he wanted you to stay, he would have made that happen. you felt stupid, how could you admit something so utterly stupid to the one man you were supposed to hate the most but you didn't hate him, you always knew that. you were told that he was mean, rude, and incredibly dangerous, you shouldn't be around him so why had you felt so pulled to him in the first place? that was the thing about love, it always seemed to happen with the people you didn't want it to, the people you especially couldn't.

"i have to get back." a low mumble that had created so much nose in the nearly deafened room. you moved yourself from the wall, attempting to get away when suddenly, the breath was knocked from your lungs.

your back fell against the wall once more, but this time the man wasn't towering over you but instead his lips were on yours.

they were soft, smooth, something you never would have guessed with the roughed man though his calloused hands had made it to the side of your face, one on each cheek. he had kissed you. you always knew there would be a day where you couldn't deny that you didn't hate him but you had never thought he'd actually kiss you. the kiss wasn't rough and certainly wasn't too much but it was just right. the man, the dangerous, scary man, was being so soft and gentle you almost forgot it was him. his hands kept your face in place while his lips moved against your own so slowly. your own hands travelled up, behind his neck was where you settled for though you couldn't deny the excitement bubbling inside your chest, the sparks that flew just like in all of the love stories you had read. here you were, with your sworn enemy, kissing him.

you only parted for air for you were sure that if you went on any longer, you may actually loose your breath. your eyes travelled up once more, to see the man's face, you wondered if he'd be angry, if it would all go away when morning came. you were worried that something so sweet could turn so evil. a part of you expected him to be gone, as if it were all in your dreams but instead, the man stood in front of you, his hand still grazing your cheek.

"I've waited a long time for that, sweetheart."

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[stephstars08]

I want to write a story based off the song “You Broke Me First” by Tate McRae but I don’t know who to write it with so I’m going to let you all pick!

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Imagine: Curran sneaking out of bed to cook you breakfast.

Mmm…

My eyes slowly start to flutter open, as I turn to see that the spot next to me was left vacant. I sit up and look around the room, softly and groggily calling out his name.

"Curran?"

I move the blankets off my body, gathering them up on the bed, so they didn't touch the floor.

"Babe?"

I look in the bathroom, only to see the room cold and empty. I brush my teeth and all that good stuff, before returning the bathroom to its previous condition, before turning the lights off.

I put grab a smaller blanket and wrap it around my figure, keeping me warm, before slipping on my slippers, and exiting the room.

I began to descend down the stairs, with my blanket touching the floor like an elegant gown, hearing my name get called.

"Morning, beautiful." He says smiling at me, before making sure he doesn't burn anything or watch something go into flames.

"Morning, handsome." I smile, and sit on the opposite side of the island.

"Whatcha doing?" I said dragging on the word 'doing,' with a yawn.

"Making breakfast. It was supposed to be breakfast in bed, but since you're awake, we can have it here." He says and I respond to that with complete silence, and it doesn't go unnoticed. Curran turns the stove on low and turns around to face me, leaning up against the table.

And I can't help, but notice the way his muscles contract and expand, when he sets his arms on the cold surface.

"What's wrong? What are you staring at?"

I pause, before responding to him.

"The literal love of my life, as cheesy as it sounds."

"It's not cheesy. It's actually really sweet and warms my heart hearing you say that." He says, walking over to the stool, I was sitting on, leaning down to plant soft kiss to my lips.

But I reluctantly pull away, when and unpleasant smell hit my nostrils.

"Shit!" He exclaimed, practically jumping over the island, he might as well have, trying to get over and turn the stove off. "How the hell, did it burn on low heat?"

"Babe, I think breakfast is toast."

"Ha ha, no shit." He says, tossing the pot holders on the island, and I get up discarding my blanket and face Curran, wrapping my arms around his neck, loosely.

"So...Uber Eats again? Or DoorDash?"

He tightly wraps his arms around my waist, putting his face in the crook of my neck.

"Uber." He says, in complete udder devastation.

I smile cheekily, kissing his cheek and I reach around him and grab his phone.

[blacknight1230]

Monster

DC Titans Jason Todd Imagine 

Due to (y/n)’s devilish heritage, she is cursed with an inhuman appearance, one she struggles to hide. After traveling between worlds, she might have meet someone who could love her despite her appearance. But when (/n) accidently shows her true face to the young vigilante she fears she scared him away. 

Once upon a time, a certain devilishly handsome angel and a normal mundane human woman spent a wild night together. It was a one time thing, though, or least it was supposed to be. Nine months later, the devilish angel found a seemingly normal babe on his doorstep. The angel took the child, raising it as his own. As the child grew, it was obvious it was the angle’s, sharing some of his God given powers. So the half angel half human child grew up being raised by the rebellious angel and his demon follower in his LA nightclub, until the child decided to go out into the world by themself and make something for themself. 

That angel/human hybrid was you, (y/n) Morningstar. First, you decided to get as far away from your father as possible. It would be the only way to feel total emancipation, as you were sure your father would send someone, most likely one of your angelic family members, to keep tabs on you. You loved your father, but he was a bit of a helicopter parent, something no one would think was possible when meeting him. Anyway, you found yourself somewhere to put down your roots. 

And this happened to San Francisco with the Teen Titans. Long story short, you met the team of teenage superheroes when they were on one of their missions in the city and helped them defeat the villain. Nightwing, the team’s leader, invented you to become a member which you gladly took. And now you had a new family of misfits just like yourself. 

You got along well with the other Titan members. Kory was your go to when you needed some reassurance or a pick me up, her witty humor and caring nature helping to brighten your mood. Gar was your BFF, either watching old movies  or gaming together while discussing all things considered nerdy and geeky. Rachel was like a sister to you, as you were able to bond over your shared devilish parental figures. Dick was a fantastic leader, always pushing you to be your best, helping you in training or other things. You got along with Dawn, Hank, Donna, and Rose well enough, but there was one Titans member that was different. The current Robin, Jason Todd. 

He was somewhat of an enigma to you. He acted impulsively and was flirtatious, an overall thrill seeker. Yet you could sense that he was a tortured soul, with a unpleasant past that has resulted in his rebellious attitude and short temper. He had a darkness in him that he struggled to control, just like you. Maybe that’s what made you attracted to him.

Yes, you had a crush on Jason Todd, unbeknown to everyone. And you aimed to keep it that way. Especially as you knew there was a thing between Jason and Rose before you walked onto the scene. 

It was useless, though. Jason just drew in you, from his snarky responses that left you struggling to stifle your laughter, to his ruthlessness when it came to fighting criminals. You’ve frequently found yourself sneaking him alcohol and into clubs to party despite him being underage. When Jason questioned you the first time you two had a drink together, you just told him, “I’m technically older than you, Jason. And what kind of friend would I be if I couldn’t pull a few strings for you.” Jason could only give a short chuckled and smirk before taking a swing from the the beer you bought, amused by your antics. 

But like mentioned before, you had a darkside you struggled to control. It wasn’t your fault really; it was something you inherited from your father. You were cursed with a demonic face, characterized by charred red skin that tightly clung to your skull, exposing bits of muscle and teeth. It was horrifying, making you look like a monster. Sure, it came in handy when you wanted to terrorize someone, usually to get information or punish the guilty, but you could barely look at yourself in the mirror. Hence why you covered it up most of the time. 

Usually you were able to effortless hide your terrifying demonic face. Unfortunately, when you were in emotional turmoil, it slipped. Like right now. 

The team was on mission where they had to take down a huge crime lord that was fueling supplies to a unknown supervillain. The plan was to ambush him and his henchmen at a drop off location. Everything was going smoothly, until Jason disobeyed Dick’s orders, getting caught by the crime lord and his henchmen. It ended up in a giant fight, one that ended up with you and Jason in the middle of the cross hairs. Using your demon steel knives, you dodged and weaved past the fists, bats, metal rods, and bullets aimed at you. Despite the situation, you were getting a kick out of handing the criminals’ asses to them. There was nothing they could do to hurt you and your revealed in the way they feared your power, your indestructibility. 

That was until all the henchmen in the area were unconscious yet Jason was nowhere to be found. “Robin?” you called out, not caring if the bad guy heard you. You took a step towards a pile of crates, only to stop in your tracks. The crime lord came out from behind the crates with Jason caught in his grasp and a gun to his head. “Stand back, Morningstar. Or I’ll fill Robin’s brain full of lead,” the crime lord threatened. You did as he said, quietly studying the criminal to look for an opening. The crime lord was nervous; you could see it in his eyes, despite his attempts to prove otherwise. But that meant he could pull the gun’s trigger at the slightest precaution. 

The crime lord chuckled, his hold tightening on Jason’s battered and kneeled form. “Bird boy here wouldn’t shut up a minute ago. Now ... not so much,” the crime lord teased. “Fuck you,” Jason grunted out, before the crime lord hit him in the head with the butt of the gun. Jason’s head lulled to the side at the blow as the crime lord hissed into his ear. “Shut up, Birdy. Can’t you see I’m talking to the lady here.”

“I got to give you some credit, Viti. It’s not everyday guy like you is able to get their hands on the Boy Wonder,” you told the crime lord. Viti chuckles, pushing the barrel of the guy into Jay’s temple. “It was surprisingly easy. This Robin is sloppier than his predecessor. I wonder how the Bat’s gonna feel when he finds out after I put a bullet through the kid’s skull.” “Well I’m sure that would please you, Viti, but I have an inkling you want something else.” You ever so slowly moved towards the crime lord, keeping eyes contact with the man. “Oh really, and what do you think that is?” “Why don’t you just spit out, Viti? I know you want to get it off your just, so tell me what is it that you really desire?” 

With those last few words, your eyes turned red as you maintained eye contact with the crime lord, his eyes never leaving yours and his figure relaxed as he fell under your control. “I want ... I want to get back at Falcone,” Viti admitted. “Oh, the revenge angle is it. Want your dear old uncle to suffer, is it?” you pried, steadily getting closer to the man and the gun. “His family has had control of Gotham long enough. It's time for the Viti’s to take over.” “Well, if the circumstances were different, I could help with that. But unfortunately you’ve gotten on my bad side.” 

With simple reach of your hand, you grabbed Viti’s wrist with a vice-like grip, causing the crime lord to drop the gun and remove his hold on Jason’s dazed form. You bent his arm backwards, making the man fall to his knees and breaking his wrist. Viti cried out in pain, clutching his broken wrist, his anguished cries causing you to smile evilly. “You bitch!” Viti cried out. You put a your boot on his chest and forcibly pushed him onto his back. “I could come up several other words to describe me. Cursed, abnormal ... monstrous.” You growled, your true appearance coming out as you finished. Viti’s breath caught in his throat, a few curses and “Oh my God”s coming out. “Please no ... I’m sorry,” he whimpered as looked up at you with pure terror. “Save your words, Viti. Your fate has already been decided. All that needs to be done is to end you,” you threatened, applying more pressure to his chest, making him gasp as you crushed his lungs. You would have done more if it weren’t for a voice calling out. 

“Morningstar,” Jason said, using your code name. In the corner of your eye you saw him struggling to his feet. You realized what you were doing and immediately removed your foot from Viti’s chest. Said crime lord was crying and struggled to crawl away. Catching sight of your deformed face in reflection of a broken glass shard, you struggled to mask your face to appear normal. Somehow you were able to, but it took every ounce of control to maintain the facade. 

“Morningstar, are you alright?” Jason asked, making his way closer to you. “I’m fine,” you replied quickly, avoiding looking him in the eye. You know if you did, you would immediately feel guilty for reacting how you did and then your mask would slip. “Are you sure? The last thing I remember is getting hit in the head by that asshole’s gun then ...” “I said I was fine, Robin,” you snapped. 

Before he could say another thing, you strode over to Viti’s pathetically crawling form, grabbing his arms and pinning them behind his back. The man yelled out in terror, snot running down his face as weakly fought back. “No, please, get away from me!” he screamed. You ignored him and handcuffed his hands behind his back before grabbing the man by the back of his tailored jacket, pulling him to his feet. “Robin, can you tie up him somewhere and contact the authorities? I need to do something real quick,” you lied, again hiding yourself from Jason’s gaze behind your (hair/wig). You shoved Viti towards Jason, causing the man to fall, briskly walking past the crime lord and the second Robin before Jason could protest. You could hear Viti yelling as you fled the area, telling Jason, “Don’t let her near me! No! Get your hands off me! Don’t you understand! She’s the devil! She’s the devil!” 

~ Later ~

Somehow you were able to return to Titans Tower without another incident, although not without difficulty. You avoided the other Titans members, even as you travelled back home. Dick tried to talk to you about what happened with Viti, Jason clueing him in with what he knew, but you quickly shot him down with a “Not now.” Even Gar, who usually excitedly chatted with you after a mission, knew not to bother you and left you alone. Kory tried to reach out to you, but thankfully Rachel persuaded her not to. She might not know about your dirty little secret, but she could sense you were panicking. You brushed past Jason aas he tried to approach you. With a slam of the door, you were collapsed in your room. 

You saw your reflection in your vanity’s mirror, your true face fully on display. Shamefully, you covered your reflection with your hand, turning the mirror around. Your felt dirty and disgusting as you replayed recent events in your head. Your hero uniform was quickly discarded, using the items of clothing to cover up any reflective surface in your room. You couldn’t face yourself or your hideous reflection. 

You spent the rest of the day in your room, hiding away from outside life whilst in your most comfortable pajamas. You wouldn’t let anyone visit you, turning them away when they came knocking on your door. All the while, your true face remained despite your desperate attempts to get rid of it. 

After hours of self isolation and intense concentration to mask your face, you broke down. Tears ran down your devilish face as sobs filled the room. You heard a knock at your bedroom door and a muffled voice behind it. “(y/n), are you okay? Can I come in?” Jason, you thought with a fluttering heart. He always seems to come at the wrong time. “Leave me  alone! I don’t want to see anyone!” you shouted back, trying to muffle your sobs and hide that you were crying. You failed miserably.

You heard shuffling from behind the door, then silence. Good he left, you thought. You sat in the shadows of your room, curled up into a ball and hugged your knees to your chest, tears steadily falling down your face. Your head buried itself into the ball you made, trying to comfort yourself. 

Unbeknownst to you, Jason had come back to your bedroom door. Something made him turn back when he almost walked away, as if an unseen force moved him as if he were a pawn on a chess board. It still had a hold on him as he reached for door’s handle, slowly and quietly opening it and striding into your darkened room. Jason took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but once they did, his heart panged in his chest when he caught sight of you huddled in a dark corner. “(Y/n),” he called out hesitantly. 

The sound of his voice so close to you caused you to jump, picking your head up to see a worried and bewildered Boy Wonder. You gasped, quickly ducking your head back into your huddled knees. “Jason! What are you doing in here? Get out!” you screamed, panic crawling up your spine and spreading through your body. I can’t let him see me like this, you were thinking as you desperately tried to hide yourself into the shadows. 

“Are you okay?” Jason worried. He took a step closer, struggling to see her shadowed form. “Stay away from me!” you cried out. You were desperately looking around your room for a place to run or hide, feeling like a caged animal as everything seemed to be closing in on you. Jason luckily listened to you, not getting any closer. He was confused as to why you were acting like this. Did I do something? Or was it something else? he thought. He remembered how you avoided him and the others after the confrontation with the mobster. What happened with Viti to make her like this? 

“(y/n), please, your scaring me,” Jason pleaded. You shook your head, refusing to allow him to even catch a glimpse of your monstrous form. He’ll run away from me screaming. He’ll tell the rest of the team. They’re going to kick me out and hunt me down like some beast. You started to hyperventilate, struggling to breath as you fell into a full blown panic attack. This scared you even more; you never reacted this way before and you didn’t know how to help yourself out of it. “(Y/n)! It’s ok! I’ll ... I’ll ... fuck I don’t know what to do,” Jason hissed, pulling roughly at the dark hairs on his head. You tried to focus on something else, hoping doing so could calm you down enough for catch some air. 

“Uh ... maybe if you focus on your breathing,” Jason suggested. “Try to count your breaths or something.” In your mind, this was absolute nonsense, but you did what he said anyway. You tried, you really did, but your mind kept turning towards possible negative outcomes. “I ... can’t ...” you stuttered out. “Shit, ah, maybe if I count with you ...” Jason struggled. He started to count out loud, announcing the numbers at a moderate pace. “One, two, three ...” he started. 

You mentally counted alongside him, but you ended up focusing more on his calm voice than counting your breathing. Then, you felt Jason gently take hold of your clenched hands. The action caused your eyes to shot wide open, breath hitching for a moment. “Hey, its okay, its okay ...” he said, repeating the phrase over and over. You continued to look at Jason, studying the way his dark hair fell across his forehead, how his green-blue eyes shined in the dim light coming the twinkling strings of light hanging on your walls, the way his cologne comforting you as it wafted into your nose, and his voice that easily pulled at your heart strings.

Soon, your breathing had returned to normal and your heart no longer felt like it was going to burst from your chest. “Jason, thank you,” you said. “But you have to leave now.” “What? I just helped you out! Why are you avoiding me?” he groaned. “Jay, please,” you pleaded. Despite breaking out of your panic attack, you could still feel the rough texture of your devilish facial features under your fingertips when you brought them up to your face. 

“Is because of what happened with Viti?” You didn’t say anything, confirming this to Jason. “It is, isn’t it? Can you longer stand me after seeing how weak I am?” Oh no, you panicked internally. He thinks he’s the problem. But its really me. “Jason, no, it’s not you. It’s -” “Then what is is (y/n)? Cause I can’t help but think I caused this. Everything started to fall apart the moment I got too over my head and let that damn bastard get his hands on me.” “I-I can’t.” You desperately wished you could convey to him what was truly going on, but you were unable to think up the proper words explain everything to him without revealing your secret. 

“(y/n), I thought we were close, even friends. I guess I was wrong,” Jason frowned. He stood up from his previous kneeling position, turning towards your bedroom door. “W-Where are you going?” you stuttered. “Out. To where, I don’t know. Anywhere but here,” he replied, taking two long strides towards the door. “Don’t worry about it, (y/n). You don’t have to worry about being seen with me anymore,” he shot over his shoulder. He can’t be leaving forever, right ... Right? you panicked internally. 

As Jason headed towards the door, everything started to move in slow motion. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears and an all-encompassing deep voice told you, DON’T LOSE HIM. DON’T LET HIM GO. Instinct took over rational, and for the first time in hours, you left your spot in the dark recesses of your bedroom. You emerged from the dark, reaching out for Jason, and grabbing his arm, pulling him back to face you. You could only ogle at the way his dark hair fell across his forehead, how his green-blue eyes shined in the dim light coming from the twinkling lights hanging on your bedroom walls as the second Robin came to face your hideous appearance. Is this how I’ll remember him, when he’s gone? you pondered. 

You braced yourself for Jason’s reaction as his sparkling eyes took in your horrid appearance. A gasp fell from his hips at the sight and you let go of his arm. Strangled noises and half-formed words left Jason’s plumb lips as he struggled to speak. You moved back, trying to hide your face back into the shadows. 

“I didn’t want anyone to see me like this ... Least of all you,” you whimpered, clutching at the blanket wrapped around your shoulders. “(Y/n) - I ...” Jason stuttered out. “Now you know ... now everyone will know ... I’m nothing but a monster.” Your eyes burned yet no liquid cascaded down your cheeks, having exhausted all your tears hours ago. 

You expected to hear hurried footsteps and the jiggling of the doorknob as Jason struggled to run away from you, off to warn the others about the monster living with them. But instead, a pair of long, strong arms wrapped around your middle, pulling you close to a toned, cotton sweater chest. “You aren’t a monster, (y/n). I could never see you like that,” Jason said. You could do nothing but stand there in his arms, as Jason started to gently caress the scarred flesh of your check. 

“Fuck, your still so beautiful, I don’t think anything could force me away from you,” you heard him mumble under his breath. Before you could question him about that, Jason closed the gap between you, his plump lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. You immediately relaxed in his hold, mesmerized by the way Jason seemed to fill your sense. You tasted Neapolitan ice cream on his breath, your nose filled with his signature cologne, skin tingling at the way his muscular arms wrapped you in a protective embrace, mind plagued by how his lips really were as soft as they looked. Your hands found their way into his wild, fluffy hair as you molded your lips to his, a moan slipping from between you conveying your pleasure. Jason smirked into the kiss, and if you weren’t so preoccupied at the moment, you probably would have told him off. But you could only run your fingers through the curls at the back of Jason’s head as his nimble tongue pressed between your parted lips, your thundering heart beating in sync with his. 

Everything was hazy as you continued your embrace, wanting more him and never wanting the moment to end. But it had to, as you both eventually pulled way gasping for air. Through hooded eyes, you noticed how bruised Jason’s lips were and the red on his pale cheeks. His hair was somehow even messier than before and his pupils were blown wide. The Boy Wonder let out a chuckle as he stared at you with love-sick eyes. 

“I should have done that much sooner,” he brazeningly admitted. “Much sooner?” you questioned. Somehow, Jason’s cheeks got ever redder. “Oh, well, I ...” he stuttered. He coughed and tried again, but still ended up stumbling on his words. Cute, you could only think as he groaned in frustration. “Fuck, why is this so hard?” he grumbled, running a hand through his hair. You grabbed said hand, grasping it gently. “It’s okay. I think I know what you’re trying to say. And I feel the same way,” you smiled. 

Jason let out a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing. He shuffled closer to you, wrapping you back in his arms and resting his chin on top of your head. “Thank god. I love you, (y/n),” he said. “I love you, too, Jason.” 

You moved to look Jason in the eyes as you held him close. “But you’re really okay with me looking like this? Doesn’t it horrify you?” you ask, pointing to your face. “I think you should take a look in the mirror first, babe,” he chuckled, motioning to your cover length mirror in the corner of the room. Confused, yet hopeful, you let go of Jason and rushed to the mirror. 

Pulling away the blanket, you gasped when you saw that your once horrific appearance was no longer there. Your face looked the same as before this whole debacle, no sign that anything unordinary happened a moment ago. You touched the apple of your cheek, running a finger down the soft skin all the way to your jawline. 

Beaming from ear to ear, you said to yourself, “I’m back. I’m beautiful again.” “You’ve always been beautiful.Even when you looked all scary,” Jason pointed out. He stood in behind you now, his blue-green eyes soft and warm as he gazed at your form in reflective surface. “Are - are you going to tell the team about this?” you gulped. “Fuck no. Why in the hell would I do that?” “Because I’m not human. Not entirely that is. And I could be a threat to you and the others.” “Babe, that doesn’t fucking matter. We’re a group of teenage vigilantes made of two power-wielding alines, the witch daughter of a demon, a green haired kid who can turn into animals, and two kids trained by a man dressed in a bat costume. I think you’ll be fine.” 

You didn’t say anything, not able to come up with something to quip back at. But a part of you was still in denial; how were you supposed to trust that something as big as this wouldn’t ruin the new life you created for yourself? Jason could see you weren’t entirely convinced. He grabbed one of your hands, gently squeezing it in his grasp as he pulled you closer to him. “Hey, we don’t have to tell them. Not today. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be at your side when you do,” he coaxed you. “You promise? Promise you’ll stay with me,” you begged. “I promise,” he whispered. He grazed his lips across your check, placing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. The action caused you to smile, thankful for whatever otherworldly force pulled you two together and closer than ever before. 

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*You and Dick are talking in the kitchen when Jason walks in*

Jason: Hey, guys. What are you two doing?

*You and Dick stop talking to look at Jason*

Y/N: Dick and I were just getting acquainted. I didn’t know you had a brother.

*Jason rolls his eyes*

Jason: Adopted.

Dick: What do you need, Jason?

*Jason gets angry*

Jason: I would like to spend time with <em>my</em> girlfriend. Is that okay, or do I have to wait in line behind Dick?

*You and Dick look at each other, confused before giving the same look to Jason*

Y/N: Jason? What has gotten into you?

Jason: Nothing. Let’s just go.

*Jason grabs your hand, pulling you out of the kitchen*

Y/N: Bye, Dick!

*You wave goodbye on your way out*

A/N: I was so nervous posting this. Let me know if you like things like this, and if you want more.

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Lizzy McAlpine Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Jason Todd [Pt. 2] - Jason Todd Imagine [HBO's Titans]

Title: Lizzy McAlpine Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Jason Todd [Pt. 2]

Pairing: Jason Todd X Reader

Word Count: 1,943 words

Warning(s): major character death, mention of past trauma

Author's Note: Y'all... I accidentally took an hour-long nap at like 5:30. This is not a vibe.

**Written in third person**

**Not connected to part one**

**Not intentionally written in chronological order**

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ceilings

But it's not real And you don't exist And I can't recall the last time I was kissed It hits me in the car And it feels like the end of a movie I've seen before Before

"Who's (Y/n)?"

Jason hadn't expected the question.

He had been very careful to avoid the topic of (Y/n). He didn't want someone poking around his memories. He wanted them to stay as they were, even if that meant he had to cope with the nightmares and the guilt.

"Jason?"

"How do you know about them?"

The woman across from him sighed and shifted. "Bruce mentioned their name but said he didn't know much."

Jason's jaw clenched. "What does he know?"

"That they were important," she explained. "That you loved them. That you've had nightmares where you seem to wake up looking for them."

His eyes closed and he shook his head.

He could see everything about them. Their smile and eyes and hair. He had vivid memories of their first date, first kiss, the nights spent "sneaking" into each other's rooms. He remembered when (Y/n) got a "proper outfit" for their work. They had been so excited that they jumped around for a bit.

"What happened to them," she asked.

Why couldn't the good memories just exist on their own?

"Jason?"

"They got hurt."

"Hurt?"

He sighed. "They died."

Sometimes it didn't feel like that. There were times when he was certain that he could see them standing with him. Sitting next to him. Lying with him in bed. They were still there.

Even then, in that appointment, he could see them. They were sitting next to him, holding his hand. Like they were comforting him through him retelling their death.

"Can you talk about what happened," she asked.

"(Y/n) and I went looking for Deathstroke," Jason started. "I... I talked them into it. Dick wouldn't go after the guy and I... I thought we could find him.

"We ended up in the tunnel system. I don't know why we split up. But I heard them yell my name. By the time I had followed the sound, (Y/n) was gone.

"The whole team was looking for them. They all just kept... glaring at me. It was my fault that they were there in the first place."

Jason's eyes closed.

He had never talked about it. The team had been wrapped up in a new collection of problems. There was no time to talk about all that had happened. They all just... moved on.

"Deathstroke... He wanted to trade (Y/n) for his daughter," he continued. "Dick got there before the rest of us. By the time I got there, Dick and Deathstroke were fighting and (Y/n) was tied on some platform outside."

He could've sworn that he heard (Y/n) take a deep breath. He felt their hand moving to his upper arm.

"Umm... Deathstroke had some explosives attached to it. It... It started falling. I... I tried to save them. Dick did too. We weren't fast enough."

The doctor didn't respond immediately. That seemed to make Jason ramble more.

"(Y/n) had gifts," he continued. "From that dude that they stayed with. Some experimental treatment or something. They... They still couldn't save themself. Their powers just... stopped! It should've been me or Dick or anyone of us. We should've been there! I should've fucking been there!"

"Jason," she replied. "Why do you blame yourself more than Deathstroke?"

"I walked us into that trap. I am the reason (Y/n) was there. I was the one that couldn't save them."

"You didn't set the trap."

Jason rolled his eyes before pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes.

"What treatment did (Y/n) undergo?"

"Does it matter?"

"It might."

"It was some weird brain surgery thing, I don't know," Jason shrugged. "They said it poked at something and that caused their... powers."

"Can you give me examples?"

Jason was struggling to see the point as he spoke, "Telekinesis... telepathy..."

He trailed off after a moment. There was a moment of realization that he didn't allow it to show on his face. The weight next to him shifted. No words were spoken but it felt like a confession had been made.

And in that moment, Jason's entire concept of reality and death completely shattered.

In Agreement

I talk to my friends about you Pretty sure they're tired of hearing it I say I met a guy, and he treats me real nice Which is good for a change

Dick had told Gar to keep an eye on the security cameras.

Gar agreed immediately. It was something to do that wasn't training or sitting around and waiting, of course, he jumped at the opportunity.

He was just figuring out all of the different camera angles and buttons on the control center when Rachel walked in.

"What are you doing," she asked.

"Dick asked me to keep an eye on the camera," Gar explained, smiling at her.

He was so clearly excited, but that didn't stop Rachel from pointing something out, "How many questions had you asked him before he assigned this to you?"

"Not that many, just...," Gar trailed off to count the questions. "Oh."

"Sorry," Rachel muttered.

"Wait, no," he shook his head. "Dick asked me to do this because he trusts me. Not because I was bugging him."

Rachel hummed and nodded. Two actions had never looked so sarcastic. Gar let out a breath and went back to his surveillance.

Rachel chuckled before leaning on the control panel. She let her eyes jump around the screens as Gar messed around with a few buttons. She paused when she spotted something on one of the screens.

"I didn't know one of the cameras went into the kitchen," she commented.

"Yeah," he replied, turning his head to look at her again. "All of the major common areas have one."

Rachel just nodded, still watching the screen with a grin on her face.

"What," he asked, looking over at it. "Oh..."

On the screen was a clear shot of Jason and (Y/n). They were in the middle of waiting for something to cook. Some kind of music was playing in the background, shown by (Y/n) drumming on the counter while Jason stood behind them with his arms around their torso. Jason leaned in and pressed a kiss to their jaw. (Y/n) paused their drumming for just a moment so they could smile at him.

"They really can't leave each other alone," Rachel commented.

"I think it's sweet," Gar replied. Rachel looked at him. She agreed with him, but it felt like the sentiment was deeper for him than it was for her. "I've... I've known (Y/n) for a while now. I've seen them go through some awful situations. It's nice to see them just smile with someone."

"'Awful situations'?"

Gar sighed. He tried to avoid giving away too much, "They spent too long walking on eggshells."

Rachel didn't push beyond that. She just let her gaze turn back to the screen and her smile get a little bit bigger.

Jason and (Y/n) had both truly earned this.

all my ghosts

All my ghosts are with me I know you feel them too Ridin' shotgun next to your free Slurpee They know all of my habits, but they don't know about you I hope that's true

Jason and (Y/n) actually know much about each other when everyone first moved into the tower.

With all of the chaos of Rachel being hunted and then her dad trying to turn everyone evil, small talk was a little difficult.

Not for lack of trying.

Jason had tried to talk a few times during the drive to the tower and throughout their time there. (Y/n) just always seemed awkward. It was difficult to distinguish if it was Jason's fault or just (Y/n)'s personality.

But with Dick keeping everyone hidden in the tower, they had nothing to do besides train and talk. There was plenty of time for Jason to crack through whatever shell (Y/n) had.

Rachel and Gar had left for whatever reason. Jason and (Y/n) were training. Jason had far more fighting experience than (Y/n) did, so he was trying to help. Granted, it was turning into him just showing off.

"Why don't you use your powers," he asked when the pair finally stopped for a break.

"Dick wants to make sure that I can fight without it," they shrugged.

"Why?" he furrowed his eyebrows. "What fight are you going to get in where your powers aren't available?"

"My powers are based in my mind," (Y/n) explained. "Stress and anxiety and... I don't know, a head injury could all prevent my powers from working. I need to be ready."

"If you never practice with them, then you're not gonna be able to use them."

(Y/n) just shrugged.

"I want you to test them," he said. "Just test them."

"What do you want me to do?"

He shrugged. "Use something as a shield."

(Y/N) nodded before stepping back. Jason stepped towards the collection of weapons slowly.

When he finally reached for a weapon, he was fast. He quickly threw the weapon at (Y/n). He watched as something moved in front of them to stop the weapon in its tracks.

The weapon fell to the ground, soon followed by the shield.

"Hell yeah!"

(Y/n) jumped a bit at Jason's suddenly shouting.

"That was fucking awesome!"

(Y/n) chuckled at his excitement.

"I'm not kidding, that was so cool," he continued, walking closer to them.

He paused right in front of them. His eyes scanned (Y/n)'s face, jumping from detail to detail like he was trying to commit it to memory.

(Y/n) was more focused on what was going on behind Jason's eyes. His thoughts were almost obnoxiously loud. Maybe that was just because (Y/n) was truly focusing on them.

One thought that crossed his mind caught (Y/n) off-guard.

(Y/n) looked away suddenly. They could feel their face warming up.

"What," Jason asked.

"Nothing," they shook their head, stepping away from him.

"You were poking around in my thoughts," he accused, pointing at them. He was still smiling. He wasn't upset about the idea.

"No!"

"You absolutely were!"

(Y/n) scoffed but didn't deny it any further.

"What'd you see?"

(Y/n) watched Jason walk back over to them.

"(Y/n)," he said quietly, drawing out their name a bit. "What did you see?"

"Y'know, it's your thoughts, so logically, you should be the one that's embarrassed."

"Not an answer," he pointed out. "Tell me."

"You wanted to kiss me."

Jason's grin only grew a little bit more. He nodded.

(Y/n) felt nervous. Terrified. Their past didn't allow many opportunities to interact with other people, and the people they did meet weren't always the best. Gar was one of the only exceptions that (Y/n) could think of.

They felt some part of their mind being tickled. Reminders of what had put them in that spot in the first place. The time spent dealing with the waves of voices that they couldn't shut off.

Jason slowly leaned in and pressed his lips to theirs. (Y/n) froze for a moment, trying to get their mind to latch onto the moment. They wanted to hold onto this feeling. The pause. The calmness.

He slowly leaned back a little while later. "Was that okay?"

(Y/n) nodded, not quite trusting their voice.

Jason's smile formed again as they did. "Can I do it again?"

(Y/n) nodded again.

He chuckled at them.

And for just a while, both of them could allow their pasts to lie where they should.

They could allow this moment to just be this moment.

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A/N: Castle of Glass won the vote so here’s part 9! The next chapter of In Better Circumstances will be out on my birthday on Sunday! I rewrote this several times and I’m still not entirely happy with it, but it is just a filler chapter before the next. Anyway, I hope you like it!

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Y/N groaned as her alarm went off. She blindly reached out to switch it off, swearing when she knocked her phone off the nightstand instead.

“What’d set an alarm for?” Jason slurred into his pillow, not bothering to open his eyes.

“I’ve got a conference call. They’re handing out this months assignments.” She told him, hanging off the edge of the bed to finally silence her phone. She was so tired, between work and running comms for Dick and Jason each night until the sun had already risen, she was running out of energy. But neither of them were willing to come in any earlier, just in case the Joker decided to give some insight into his location.

“Sounds fun.” He mumbled, opening one eye to peak at her.

She sat up and turned to look at him. His curls were all over the place, strong arms buried under his pillow as he laid on his front, t-shirt pulled tight over the rest of his muscles. He looked younger like this, more his age, as if he wasn’t carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. She brushed his curls back from his face and leaned down to press a kiss to his temple, loving the way he immediately leaned into her touch. “Go back to sleep.”

He hummed in agreement and she could tell he was already mostly back to sleep. She climbed out of his bed with a smile and made her way back into her room next door. She wondered if any of his siblings had noticed they were sleeping in each others beds yet. In a house full of detectives, she wouldn’t be surprised, even if hardly any of them ever came down that particular corridor. Sleeping in each others beds hadn’t been part of their initial discussion, but they quickly realised how much better they slept together rather than on their own. Her feelings hadn’t changed, she still felt safer with him closer, and she knew it settled his nerves knowing she wasn’t just going to be ripped away in the middle of the night.

She turned the shower on high before she stepped in and tried not to think about how long she had been stuck in the house. She couldn’t really complain, the manor had enough rooms and outdoor space, but the only other time she had spent three weeks straight in one place had been when she refused to tell Luthor’s men what they wanted to know.

***

Y/N looked up from her computer and pulled her headset off as someone knocked on her door. “You can come in.”

Dick walked in and immediately threw himself face first on her bed, Haley trotting in after him on her three legs. Y/N pushed her chair back from the desk and lifted the Pitbull puppy into her lap as the dog yipped happily at her. She scratched the puppy behind her ears as she waited for Dick to say whatever he had come to say.

“I hate my family.” He groaned into her duvet.

“You didn’t have to move back into the manor, me and Jay would have been fine.” She said, lifting Haley up and walking over to the bed. She clambered on while trying not to drop the puppy and sat cross legged next to Dick’s head.

He turned his face to the side so he could look at her. “If I’d have let Jason come back unsupervised, he would have shot someone by now, Tim would get even less sleep than normal, and Bruce would have had an aneurysm.”

“So what’s the problem today?” She said, failing to keep the smile off her face as Haley nipped at her finger for attention.

“Jason and Bruce just nearly got into a fist fight in the kitchen over that photo you gave Bruce last week, Jay doesn’t think Bruce is doing enough to keep you safe. Tim fell asleep in his cereal this morning and still went into work, and Damian is having more issues at school but hasn’t told Bruce and doesn’t want me to get involved.” Dick let out a long sigh. “So I’ve come to hide with you.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Who says I’m going to let you?”

“Me. Because I’m your best friend.” He whined like a child. “And you owe me for not telling he rest of the family that you haven’t slept in this bed all week.”

It was her turn to groan as she dropped back to lie next to him, making sure Haley was secure on her stomach.

“I take it you and Jay talked about what happened after the gala.” Dick’s eyes were full of mischief and she was half tempted to just not tell him anything.

“We did.” She chose to vaguely say, turning her attention back to Haley.

“Oh come on! Do you know how bored I am here? Give me something, please.” He sat up and plucked Haley out of her grip. The puppy seemed happy enough as she immediately started licking his chin.

“We talked, mainly about boundaries and things, and decided to take things slow.” She said, pushing herself up onto her elbows and pouting at having the puppy taken away from her.

“Sleeping together doesn’t seem to be taking things slow.” Dick raised his eyebrows.

She sat up and smacked his arm. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Grayson. We haven’t- We didn’t- Nothing has happened. We- uh- just figured out we sleep better together rather than alone.”

“I hadn’t thought about that.” He stared at her for a moment before he smiled again. “So, do I need to give the shovel talk to you or Jason? Because on one hand he’s dating my best friend, but on the other, you’re dating my resurrected little brother.”

“God, Dickie I don’t think you need to give anyone the shovel talk.” She groaned and laid back down again.

“Okay. One more question and then I’ll drop it?” He smiled softly.

She huffed. “One more.”

He chewed on the inside of his cheek, clearly thinking about how to phrase what he wanted to say. “Have you- have you talked about that night you met?”

“Briefly.” She said carefully, following suit and chewing on her lip. “He apologised. And after I explained what happened with Luthor when I met you, I could tell he meant it. He also talked me through most stuff about the pit. The stuff I didn’t already know I mean.”

He nodded, his blue eyes studying her closely. “That’s good.”

She hummed. “How long do you think I’m going to be stuck here?”

“Hopefully not much longer.” He sighed. “The Joker is a tricky bastard. Most of the other times we’ve recaptured him, it’s only because he wanted to be caught.”

“Jason’s not planning on bringing him in alive this time.” She said quietly.

“I know.” He matched her volume. “And I think he’s right. The Joker’s hurt too many people now, keeps hurting people no matter what we do.”

She nodded, not sure what to say to that.

“I should let you get back to work.” He gave her a half smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

She groaned. “I just want a nap.”

“Then nap.” Dick scooped Haley up into his arms and started walking back towards the door. “Just make sure you’re awake for dinner or Alfred will throw a fit.”

“Will do.” She watched him go and decided to flip a coin to see if she should sleep or get ahead on this months assignments.

***

Y/N was already half asleep by the time Jason climbed back through the window, even though it couldn’t have been more than half an hour since him and Dick signed off on patrol. She listened the familiar clicks as he started stripping himself of his helmet and suit, and blindly reached a hand out towards him once he was finished.

He chuckled under his breath but reached out and grabbed her hand before leaning down to press a kiss to the part of her head that was peaking out of the covers.

“’m cold.” She mumbled, still on the edge of sleep.

He hummed. “I know, let me just grab a quick shower and I’ll be right with you, sweetheart.”

“Be quick.” She said, turning over and burying herself further into the duvet. She had expected the heating in the manor to be better, but she supposed they were in the furthest corner and it must be hard to heat a building this size.

She must have started to drift off again because it seemed like barely a minute later that the mattress was dipping with Jason’s weight as he climbed into bed.

“C’mere then.” He said, opening his arms for her to slot into.

She wasted no time wrapping her arms around his chest and tangling her legs with his. He hissed slightly as her cold feet grazed his bare calves and she couldn’t help but laugh. She resisted the urge to slip her cold hands under his shirt, that was a boundary he had been very clear about and she wasn’t going to push him on it until he was ready.

She shifted closer to him and rested her head over his heart as his hand rubbed up and down her arm in an attempt to warm her up. “Did you always run so hot, or is that also something that came after?”

“After. Bruce thinks the pit reset my metabolism, which sent most of my body haywire. So, I run a few degrees hotter than I should, and it overcame all of the damage living on the streets did, so I can build muscle and I actually reached the height I was supposed to.” He said, nudging his head against the top of hers it a way that reminded her of a cat.

She leaned up and placed a kiss in the underside of his jaw, cracking an eye open to see the small smile that graced his face at the contact. “I know you have mixed feelings about it, but I for one am not sorry for those side effects.”

“No, those aren’t so bad.” He said softly. “Get some sleep.”

She hummed in agreement and got comfy against him again. “Goodnight, Jay.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He whispered into her hair.

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think i might do fluffy or dating headcanons for titans!jason todd tomorrow...

idk, i feel like there's not enough for him and i've been wanting to write for him forever 😍

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