#gangster jason todd

[rawritzrobin]

The Waynes: Chapter 9

Title: The Waynes

Pairing: Mobster!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: Some roughhousing. Nothing too crazy.

Summary: You attend the gala. Your relationship becomes public. Everything was going great, until you catch the eyes of a certain man.

A/N: I know, its been forever. I'm still working on this. The days are just getting harder to get through. But ill make it. (:

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Chapter 9: Target Acquired

You couldn’t stop fidgeting in your seat. You have never been so nervous in your entire life. The dress you picked out was suddenly feeling super tight and uncomfortable, even though Jason had it tailored to fit you like a glove. It was a crimson red gown, with a pair of off shoulder straps that flowed gently down the side of your shoulder. You had never worn anything like this before. The store you went to didn’t even have prices on their items. 

You could either afford their stuff, or you couldn’t. 

Jason prepaid for everything, so you weren’t able to see the total for the dress and the shoes he had picked out for you. You knew one thing, it probably cost more than a year of rent based on the clientele you saw in the store.

You glanced over at Jason who had been on his phone for most of the night. He gave you the heads up work was going to be a bit crazier this month and that he would be semi distracted most of the time. You understood. He still tried to give you as much undivided attention as he could with you. You appreciated that.

You look out the window at the large buildings of Gotham that raced by you. The gala was taking place within Wayne Manor. You had never been to this part of Gotham before. Never really left the city. The buildings slowly started to be replaced with rows of trees. Soon, you were at the gates, your driver checking in with security.

“Nervous?” Jason asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. You turned around to face him. His full attention was on you now, his phone face down on his thigh.

“A little.” You admitted. You had never been to a gala before. Let alone a gala hosted by one of the richest men in the world at his own home. You stuck out like a sore thumb at the clothing store. You were sure the rich and powerful of Gotham would notice when lesser being was among them. 

“What if I don’t fit in?” You say as you look down at your lap.

Jason took one of your hands and brought it up to his lips. He peppered soft kisses from your fingers up to your wrist. You blushed. Jason was a magician with his lips.

“You’ll be the most beautiful girl there.” He said with a grin. “Those Gotham socialites have nothing on you doll.”

Your nervousness lessened as you focused your attention on Jason’s soft touches. He had let go of your hand and placed it onto your thigh, squeezing it with reassurance. His attention turned right as you felt the car come to a stop. You looked out the window and saw the entrance to Wayne Manor in front of you.

One of the butlers opened the door for you. Jason stepped out first, and turned around to offer his hand. You took it, and took a deep breath before stepping out of the car. As soon as you left the car, thousands of camera flashes went off. It all came so suddenly, so you closed your eyes. Stars flooded your vision, even with your eyes closed. You felt Jason’s arm wrap around your waist and lead you forward. You opened your eyes slightly as you both made your way up the red carpet that lined the floor to the entrance of the manor.

“Sorry.” He said as he kept moving forward, away from the paparazzi. “I should have warned you. Those people are like vultures.” Jason knew that at least one of those photos was bound to make the front page. Once they find out that he was in a real relationship with Y/N. They would be the talk of the century. “Jason Todd, reckless Wayne heir, dating mystery girl.” At least now they would have a better excuse as to why Y/N would need a driver and a personal bodyguard.

Once you made it through the front door, your vision cleared up. In front of you was the most beautiful entrance you have ever seen. You had seen pictures of Wayne manor, with its beautiful architecture, in magazine articles. But those pictures had not done the home justice. It was beautifully decorated with thousands of flowers. It was only one month away from the holidays, so there were a bunch of what looked like elegant Christmas decorations strung around the foyer. 

Everyone around you was dress to the nines. You caught the attention of a few older gentlemen as you and Jason made your way into the main ballroom. Jason didn’t miss those longing stares from those old creeps. He pulled you closer next to him and kept his hand on your waist as you two walked forward. But not before sending death glares to any and all men that looked at you for longer than a second.

Jason had a reputation. Everyone knew about his anger problems. Ever since he was little, he was in and out of the principal's office for starting fights. That reputation carried on into his adulthood as he was known to throw punches when the paparazzi got too close.

You were soon walking through the doors that opened up to the ballroom. You had to stop yourself from letting your jaw drop as you saw the beautiful ballroom. You mentally pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

The theme was white winter. The snow outside had not yet stuck, the fake snow within the ballroom looked so real. Hundreds of wealthy men and women gathered around. Some were already on the dance floor, elegantly doing the waltz. Others were mingling with each other, champagne in hand. You quickly noticed, almost all the attention in the room turned towards Jason whenever he made his way through the crowd. Standing at 6’4, he was one of the largest men in the room, especially given his stature. Charles trailed behind you, making sure no one bothered you two.

“Jaybird!” You heard a voice call towards Jason. You scanned through the crowd and saw a happily waving Dick Grayson on the other end of the room. Jason quickly turned towards a different part of the room, as you gave Dick a friendly wave. He laughed at Jason’s reaction, already knowing that Jason would turn away from him. He turned his attention to the woman next to him seeking attention.

You spent the next hour or so walking around meeting people. A few people were brave enough to introduce themselves to you. Most merely admired you two from a distance. Everyone was curious who you were. It was not everyday Jason Todd brought his girlfriend to a Wayne Gala. Jason never brought women to these events. This was the first, so it caught everyone's attention.

After eating a bit of food from the buffet, Jason took your hand and led you to another direction.

Jason made his way towards the bar, leading you through the crowds of well dressed people. As soon as he made his way towards the bar, he gestured to the seat in front of him. You took a seat, and he stood behind you, acting like a shield between you and the people around.

“The good stuff. Don’t skimp.” He said to the bartender who quickly ran towards you two. The guy smirked and quickly noticed Jason’s protective demeanor.

“Well well Todd. So the rumors are true.” He said.

Jason rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah. I’m sure Roy told the entire world by now.” Jason said in a friendly tone. It was clear he knew this bartender. Jason acted differently around the people he knew. His tone said it all.

The bartender reached out a hand towards you. “I’m Andrew. Jason’s favorite person at any of these parties.” He said. You took his hand and shook it.

“I’m Y/N.” You said. Andrew smiled a friendly smile. One that made you feel safe. 

“Some good stuff, coming up!” He said quickly, turning and disappearing into a door behind the bar. 

Jason looked around the room, keeping one hand on your waist. His plan was to make sure he was seen with you, say hi to Alfred, knock back as many shots as he could, and head out. The longer he stayed, the more people tried to talk to him. He didn’t want to be here long enough for people to gain liquid courage from the free drinks.

As soon as Jason finished scanning the room, a voice broke through the crowd.

“Master Jason. So glad you and Y/N could make it.” Alfred said, Jason quickly turned around to see Alfred standing behind him. “It’s been a while since you attended one of these.” He said, a slight sense of joking in his voice.

Alfred turned his attention to you, and you put your arm out. “Nice to see you again Alfred.” You said with a smile. You had only met Alfred a few times, but his name floated around every so often. You knew he was the one who had his hands behind the scenes of Jason’s life.

Alfred took your hand and pressed a quick and polite kiss onto the top of your palm. “The pleasure is all mine. I am so happy you could make it.”

Just then Andrew returned. He made you jump a little as he did announce his return. “Ah Alfred. The man of the hour. Do you want a shot of the good stuff as well?” He asked, two bottles in his arms. 

Alfred shook his head and chuckled. “Maybe later Mr. Andrew. I still have many guests to greet.” He turned to look at you once more and smiled. “It was very nice to see you again Ms. Y/N. Please do let me know if you need anything for your new home. Master Jason keeps his hope pretty empty. So let me know if you need something to make it more comfortable.” His comment was most sincere. You could feel a bit of warmth on your cheeks. You had still not gotten used to the fact that Alfred was a butler that took care of the Wayne family.

“Thank you Alfred.” You said with a grateful smile. 

You could hear his name being called from a different direction. Alfred quickly bowed, and excused himself as he headed towards the direction his name was called.

Meanwhile, Andrew was in the middle of preparing two different drinks. One was in a champagne glass, which he handed to you. “My lady.” He said.

You took it and thanked him. Just a few moments later he handed Jason what looked like a glass of whiskey with a large ice ball in the middle. Without skipping a beat, Jason finished the glass. You knew he didn’t like social events. The drink was just to help with the nerves.

You took a sip of your drink. It was sweet, with a hint of bitter orange. It was some sort of bubbly champagne. You knew it was some sort of expensive alcohol. 

You spent the next few minutes making small talk with Andrew. Jason knocked back more than a few drinks and was finally less tense. You could feel the muscles in his body loosen up as his grip on you soon followed. You understood his fear. You tried your best to help relax his body with a few light touches.

Jason’s phone buzzed a few times. Each time he would try to silence it, but after the fifth straight buzz, he reluctantly unlocked it. You could see him tense up again.

With a huge sigh, he turned to whisper something in your ear. “Sorry doll. Something came up. I have to make a quick phone call outside. Stay here for a bit yeah? It’s a little cold out there for you.”

You looked him in the eyes and nodded. He left after placing a gentle kiss onto the top of your head. As he walked away he met eye contact with Charles, who was standing a few feet away.

You turned your attention back to Andrew as you watched him prepare a medley of cocktails.

You were so immersed by Andrew’s tricks, you didn’t notice a pair of eyes that had been watching you all night. You had caught his eyes as soon as you walked in. That bright red dress that made you his target that night. What caught his eye even more was the man that was with you. 

Mario Falcone. One of Falcones sons. One of the more unhinged children of the Falcone family. He always got what he wanted, and would stop at nothing to get it. Even if it meant starting a turf war. One of which he had always wanted to do with the Wayne family. As soon as you stepped into the picture that night, he had his eye on the prize. Even if he knew the prize belonged to a Wayne.

He watched you and Jason close. He knew which one of the men was your body guard. The man stood close and always had his eye trained on you. Just one. The Waynes were slipping, he thought to himself. Just one body guard for such precious cargo? This was going to be easy. He watched you for a while, and as soon as Jason stepped away he made his move.

He whispered into the ear of one of the many girls around him. The girl nodded and went straight toward where Charles was standing. Out of nowhere, the girl pretends to trip, and spills her drink right onto Charles. Mario began to move as he was distracted.

Andrew was in the middle of preparing a flaming cocktail. As he lit up the drink, your eyes did too as you watched the blue flame dance above the orange drink. You felt a pair of arms snake across your waist. You leaned into it, thinking it was Jason. But when a voice that wasn’t his said something into your ear, you jumped.

“Hey beautiful, can I get you a drink?” He asked.

Immediately you hopped off your seat, nearly falling to the floor. But you caught yourself before you fell flat on your butt. The heels weren’t doing anything for you right now. You turned to look at the man you thought was Jason. He was a regular man, dressed nicely in a dark gray suit. His accent you could make out was Italian you thought.

“Sorry. I thought you were someone else.” You said as you scanned the room for Jason. When you couldn’t find him you started to look for Charles. You noticed that he now had a bright red stain on the front of his shirt, and a girl was in front of him apologizing. He tried to push past her to get to the bar, but she kept dragging him the other way insisting on helping him clean up the mess she made. She had a few other girls with him, all directing him away from Y/N. 

Just as you were about to turn and run towards Charles, you felt a hand grab your wrist. You turned around to pull away from the hand, but he held firm. 

“Relax. I don’t bite. Let’s have one drink. Thats all I ask.” 

You looked down at your hand, still pulling as hard as you could to get away from this stranger. “No thanks. I have a boyfriend.” You said. Hoping deep inside you that Jason was finished with his call and on his way back.

You turned around and this time met Charles’ eyes. He could see that you were in need of help, but he didn’t want to hurt any of the girls that were currently swarming him. Though after a few seconds, he began to use his brute strength to push them away.

“Y/N!” He called out, pushing through the crowd now. You could see people giving him dirty looks as he pushed through the group of girls surrounding him. He pushed so hard one of them fell on the floor. He didn’t look back.

You pulled towards Charles as he made his way towards you. As fast as the encounter had started, it ended just as quick. Charles was now gripping Mario’s wrist. It didn’t take much of Charles’ strength to get Mario to let go. Mario hissed in pain and took a step back as his men started to surround him. The room around them went silent as everyone knew who the two parties were. 

Out of nowhere, Dick jumped in between Charles and Mario. “Hey now! Let’s not let this bring us down. Common! The music is playing, let's all hit the dance floor!” He said pushing Charles towards you as he tried to separate everyone before things escalated. You didn't even get a chance to turn back as you felt a tiny pair of hands take your hand. Damian grabbed your hand and started to lead you out of the ballroom. You quickly followed him down another set of halls past the door you had entered through. You turned around to see Charles following you both, his arms tucked into his jacket pocket. Behind him you noticed Step and Tim, who followed closely behind Charles.

Tim sped up to match Damian’s pace. “Steph is going to go find Jason. Let’s take her upstairs.” He said loud enough for you to barely hear. 

Damian nodded, and kept dragging you forward. Charles turned around, and caught up with you. “Apologies Ms. Y/N. I am afraid those girls were in on it.” He said, shaking his head in disappointment. He should have seen it coming.

The four of you rounded a corner, and were soon met with a set of stairs. Damian let go of your hand, and went up the stairs. Tim stopped, and gestured up, letting you go up before him. He followed closely behind Charles.

After a few moments, Damian stopped in front of a large pair of doors. He pushed them open and the room lit up. It was a library. It was twice the size of Jasons. You were too confused to be excited about the sheer number of books inside these walls. You followed Damian inside, where he pointed to one of the large couches in the room. “Sit. Todd should be here soon.”

You took a seat, and looked around the large library. The fireplace tucked in the back was one of the largest fireplaces you had ever seen in your life. It looked like it could heat this whole house on its own. You felt Charles take a seat next to you. “Did he hurt you?” Charles asked nervously. 

You looked up at him and shook your head. “No. Annoyed me is more like it.” You said nonchalantly not realizing who he just rescued you from. Charles let out a breath of relief, and stood up to guard the door. Tim took a seat on one of the couches across from you and pulled out his phone. “They’re coming.” He said to Damian. He turned to Charles who was still at the door. “Jason said get the car ready.” Charles nodded, and stepped through the large doors, closing it quietly behind him.

“Who was that guy?” You asked. Confused. Everyone in the room around you seemed to know who he was, except you.

“No one you need to worry about.” Tim said. “Just some creep.” You could sense their was a hint of hesitation in his voice. But you shrugged it off and went back to admiring the beautiful room you were in. You stood up from your seat, and started to read the names of the books around you. Damian watched you. His gaze going from you to the door. 

After about 10 minutes, the door swung open, and an angry, but also worried Jason stepped through the door. Once he made eye contact with you, he rushed towards you and hugged you close. 

“Sorry I was gone for so long. Something came up, so we are leaving.” He said. You nodded. You have had enough action for one night. You put the book you were looking at back on the shelf and followed Jason towards the door. Jason grabbed your hand and led you down the hall. He led you down a different set of hallways, away from the entrance it seemed. The manor was huge, and you would certainly get lost within its walls. At least Jason knew where he was going. He stopped in front of what looked like an elevator, and pressed it. The door opened to reveal none other than Bruce Wayne. Bruce stepped out of the elevator.

Jason didn’t even want to look him in the eyes right now. “Are you happy now? They know.” Was all he said before he pushed past Bruce and practically dragged you into the elevator.

The doors closed on a confused looking Bruce, and you two started to descend.

You could feel the tension in the elevator radiating off Jason. You shivered as the adrenaline was wearing off and you noticed it was freezing in the elevator. You moved closer to Jason and wrapped an arm around his waist. Jason instinctively shrugged off his jacket, and wrapped it around your shoulders. He rubbed your shoulder as he pulled you closer to him.

“Charles should be down with the car. I’m sorry we have to leave so early. I know you were having fun.” He said sadly.

“It’s okay! You said voice with relief. It was nice to see everyone tonight. Even if that creep did ruin the night.” You saw Jason’s jaw clench at the mention of the man. But he said nothing of it. 

The elevator dinged and you stepped out into a large carport. Dozens of fancy cars surrounded a small driveway. A familiar car stood waiting for you two. Charles had the back door open, and helped you get in as Jason went in the other side. 

The drive was quiet. Jason kept his arms around you as always. You could tell he was calculating something in his head. You wondered what came up that was so urgent you had to leave the gala without saying goodbye to Alfred.

As soon as you arrived home, you noticed a few more black SUV’s in the parking lot. You knew they all belonged to the Waynes as they had the signature Wayne family crest on their cars. The car came to a stop and soon the door on your side opened. You started to get out, but Jason’s grip on you tightend for a second. You turned around to face him.

He looked at you sadly. “You go up first tonight okay? I have some quick business at The Cave and then ill be back in a couple hours. Charles is coming with me, but I have some of my men here tonight to stand guard. Just in case.”

You were slightly concerned, but said nothing of it. You merely nodded, and leaned forward to kiss him. You stepped out of the car and he rolled down the window. “Go straight up and lock up. I’ll bring back some snacks and we can watch something before bed.”

“Sounds good.” You said cheerfully. “Love you Jay. Please be safe.”

Jason smiled back at you. “I will doll.” He said and blew a kiss towards you. “Be back in a jif.” He said as the car pulled away. You noticed there were several men in the parking lot with you. Some of which you recognized from The Cave. You scanned the necklace that contained the code to open the elevator, and the doors opened. One of the men followed you in, but the rest stayed behind.

“Would you like me to help you with anything?” The man asked.

You shook your head. “No, thank you. I think I am just going to take a shower.” You said as you made your way down the hallway. The man nodded, and stayed near the entrance of the penthouse. He turned to face the elevator door. 

You made your way to the bedroom to pick out some sleeping clothes. You quickly decided that you would need to take a bath to soak your aching feet. You never wore heels, so being in such tall heels did a number on your feet. You sat in the tub for a while, looking out into the city. Thousands of lights shone brightly against the window.

You were once one of those tiny specs of light. Looking up at the tall buildings wondering how the other half lived.

This was your life now. Paparazzi, fancy galas, body guards. Every day you wondered if this was a continuation of a dream you never woke up from.

[nefarious-616-necromancer]

[scarletlunarosa]

Mob Ball Style

Roman and Jason

[eyeheartboobiez]

jason todd with a hood princess gf. that’s it

[gatorbites-imagines]

Could you do a Batboy's react to a autistic male reader beginning to mirror them?

Batboys x autistic male reader

Headcanons

i couldnt find a good gif so heres a bat.

Dick Grayson

-          Dick would realize pretty quickly that you were mirroring him and he would find it endearing, though he wouldn’t point it out in the beginning. He thinks its really sweet if you start to copy his way of speaking, his clothes or his habits.

-          He would probably wait until you realize yourself what you’ve been doing, and if you are embarrassed about it Dick would be quick to comfort you and tell you he finds it cute and likes that you do it.

-          On another note, Dick is the kind of partner who keeps stimming toys on him incase you need to use them, and he probably ends up using them himself resulting in you using them more since you’re mirroring him.

 Jason Todd

-          Jason wouldn’t realize you were mirroring him for a long while honestly, he’s so comfortable around you he doesn’t look too deeply into things. I don’t headcanon him as autistic but I honestly think hed start mirroring you too in ways, like how you say stuff or how you hold stuff.

-          You would find wearing his heavy jackets comforting so you just end up wearing his spare jackets or he gets you a jacket of your own. Mirroring Jason probably helps you in your everyday life in Gotham, since you look intimidating if you mirror his expressions and body language.

-          Its only when people start to avoid you two in public that you both realize you both look like pissed off gangsters ready to throw down If needed. He would find it cute so he wouldn’t really say anything about it because he likes it.

 Tim Drake

-          I headcanon Tim is autistic, so you’d both just start mirroring each other without realizing. You both end up repeating the same word back and forth at each other or wearing similar things or eating the same food.

-          Your friends or families have caught you both parroting back and forth many times, or have seen you both sharing clothes or food. Everyone else just finds it endearing even if you and Tim don’t realize what you’ve been doing.

-          The likes of Alfred realize the best way to make you both take care of yourselves is to make one of you do it, because then the other just ends up following without realizing. It made you both have a healthier sleep schedule and diet and you both never figure it out.

 Damian Wayne

-          I also headcanon Damian as autistic, though he has grown up masking so much he doesn’t show it a lot, so he would notice you mirroring him but its because he pays attention to a lot of things around him.

-          Damian becomes very aware of the way he acts because he knows you mirror him even if you don’t realize you’re doing it, so he starts to do stuff that’s good for you, like eating certain things or going to bed early.

-          At some point he would end up mirroring you back as much as he denies it, its because he feels comfortable around you and doesn’t feel the need to mask. So you two are caught copying each other regularly but no one makes any comments about it because they know Damian will start masking again.

[cursedkeyboard]

Babies shouldn't grow up ☆ Jason Todd & GN!Reader

What does Jason do when he finds a scraggly looking kid trying to pickpocket a gang member in the slums of Gotham? Beat up the criminals and steal the child, of course. [PART ONE ♤ PART TWO ♤ PART THREE ♤ PART FOUR ♤ PART FIVE ♤ PART SIX]

pairings: Platonic Jason Todd & Child GN!Reader

Just like every other story, Jason found you by pure accident

He was doing his rounds in Gotham, tending mostly to the slums where vigilantes didn't patrol as much and police never cared for

And after being tipped by Oracle about gang activity happening nearby, of course he left to check it out

Lo and behold, the place was crawling with gangsters, but not only that, civilians as well

Civilians like you, who managed to swipe one of the gangster wallet so swiftly even Jason wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't been paying attention to the only kid in the area

Needless to say, his interest was picked immediately

First of; Jason always had a soft spot for kids, so seeing one in such dreadful place immediately set off the protective alarms in his head

Second of; You reminded him so much of himself it fucking hurt

Nimble fingers, swift footsteps, a scratched up face

Clearly starved, clearly beaten, clearly abandoned

It was like looking at a mirror and seeing into the past

So when you accidentally bumped into another gangster as you tried to leave the scene, falling to the ground and letting the wallet slip from your hand, Jason didn't hesitate

Before any of the criminals tried to even look at you, Jason was already smashing their faces against the dirty streets

You, a smart street kid, immediately escaped into an alleyway as Jason created havoc by taking every gang member by himself, effectively stopping their arms deal before it even started

It was bloody, maybe a little too vicious for a certain old Bat's liking, but Jason wasn't taking any chances

Once he was done and Oracle had already updated the police to go and grab the knocked out men, Jason went looking for you

Luckily for him, the alley you slipped into was one with a dead end

He found you crouched by a large garbage bin, a cut on your cheek, and a mean little glare

Jason tried hard not to laugh

Look, you were such a small thing at that age, barely ten or so

For someone trying to be intimidating, you sure looked like a puppy

A puppy with rabies that wanted very much to chomp his fingers off but a puppy nonetheless

Instead of laughing, he crouched too, making himself smaller and less intimidating despite his large size, showing you his empty hands when you looked like you were about to bolt or bite

Jesus Christ, you were small

Could you even reach his hips?

In all honesty, he didn't think much at the moment

he didn't stop to calculate the risks or the consequences

not did he really care about how incredibly selfish he was being, trying to mend his own old wounds by using you

All Jason did was pull off his helmet, extend a hand, and ask; "Wanna come with me, squirt? I can get you a much better place than this shithole."

And while you argued that you learned never to trust strangers or follow weird men home, you also knew about Red Hood, the only vigilante to truly care about the poor in Gotham

And he'd shown his face, which, you know, vigilantes never do

So you hissed and tried your best to be a mean little shit

When Jason only laughed, never raising a hand nor his voice, something inside little you calmed down

Adults usually screamed at you when you were being annoying

Some slapped and hit you for glaring at them

But this adult... he was kind

You could tell instinctively, as a kid who barely ever experience any gentleness

You gave in with a grumble and Jason immediately wrapped you in his jacket and pulled you up in his arms

He saw you weren't wearing any shoes and he didn't want you cutting your little feet in some disease ridden glass

You tried to argue

"I'm heavy!" You had squeaked as you tried to push away from his chest

he laughed, annoyingly warm

apparently to him you weighed the same as three and a half apples

He even made a show of throwing you in the air a little when you insisted

Your little squeak put the biggest smile on his face

Jason couldn't lie, you looked fucking adorable when he put you on his motorcycle, his spare helmet so much bigger than your little head

God, he was already growing fond and it hadn't even been thirty minutes since he met you

As he strapped you in as securely as he could, making sure his jacket was closed and the helmet wouldn't slip, a familiar voice spoke up again

Oh, right, she was there the whole time

Oracle asked him if he knew what he was doing

Jason turned his comms off and drove home

He had a room to decorate and a child to feed

And as you wrapped your little arms around his middle, gasping and wow-ing as you saw parts of Gotham you had never seen

Jason knew this wouldn't be a one-time thing

To be continued...

[bruciemilf]

I truly do enjoy established Bruharvey AUs, cause like

Imagine being Jason Todd and finding out your weird Goth dad divorced your crime gangster dad.

Harvey can't even wrap his head around the fact that Jason apparently clawed his way out of Death's mouth and is now pointing a gun at him,

" How could you?!"

" Jay? Is that...You?"

" Don't change the subject. You and Ivy?! How could you do that? Not that I CARE. But going behind Da- WAYNE'S back? Is nothing sacred in Gotham anymore?!"

"...WHAT."

Bruce is just trying to mediate, but the second his best friend's girlfriend is brought up, his ears practically ring. A deadly set of pretty doe eyes turn to Harvey, " ...What."

" Tell him! Tell him what she called you!"

Harvey's in hell. Jason's very much aware Bruce is every inch the jealous bastard HE is. Two-Face often argues he's the one with jealousy problems.

(" No, I don't care I ripped somebody's eyeballs out for looking at him. Their fault for having sight")

" What? Harv?! Everybody calls me that!"

" Everybody? "

" Yes!"He cries out,

"...Interesting," you might've as well told Harvey it started snowing. That's how Cold Bruce's voice was.

Harvey wants to say Pam wouldn't do that to the little jester Bruce thinks of as his sister, but he won't insult Bruce's intelligence like that. He knows. He just wants to give Harvey some hell, probably, " Home. Both of you."

" Uh, I'm not going. I don't HAVE a home, --"

" Now, Robin."

"OKAY! But I'm NOT talking to HIM!"

Harvey feels like time is just dripping down on him like heavy, sticky grease. Bruce just pulls him to the batmobile, fingers digging hard in his ear, paying no mind to his whining,

" For the record, -- "

" Shut up, Mr. Dent."

What's Harvey gonna do? Disobey?

[theodorecanaryhood]

Gangster Paradise

Jason Todd x younger brother reader

Jason is a rapper with a biological younger brother

(Note, Jason didn’t die in this story)

Warnings: some swearing

Being a kid is the best thing if in the right environment, Jason wasn’t one of the lucky ones.

Luckily, he was adopted by Bruce Wayne in good time. Becoming Robin was a good thing for him, Jason felt like he could let all the anger out.

Jason was a teenager when he found out Willis Todd, his father, had another son. Jason panicked as he didn’t want you to have the same upbringing as him, Jason fought to get you out of that house.

The social worker said that Foster care was the best thing for you, Jason agreed, but only if his adoptive father would do it.

Seemed unusual, but not unheard of, Jason had become a big brother. You were Jason’s light as he carried you through the street on his shoulders.

Jason held onto your little hands as he walked gently with you, smiling brightly as you chuckled.

‘Jay Jay’ you said, babbling as Jason choked up, he was your first word.

Once Jason turned 18 he was legally an adult, he wanted custody of you now that he could be a legal guardian.

Jason did it all himself and at such a young age, he’d heard that Bruce started fostering a young boy named Tim, dropping in occasionally to check in on his dad. By this point Dick had moved away.

‘Ready for school?’ Jason asked you as you cleaned up your bowl, finishing your cereal.

‘Yeah’ Jason smiled, ruffling your hair, as he handed you your school bag.

Jason enjoyed his role as the big brother, the school runs and working while you were at school. Rent and bills were tough, but thankfully Jason got an allowance from Bruce that helped.

Parent teacher conferences were tricky as some of the teachers always asked to speak to your parents, to which you politely reminded Jason was your guardian.

The smile on Jason’s face when he saw how well you were doing, better than he did without the distractions.

‘That’s your older brother?’ One of your friends remarked, now a little older as you nodded.

‘Damn’ she remarked as she took him in, you cringed your face as Jason came and hugged you, picking you up at the gates.

It was summer, the hot air filled as Jason walked in just torn jeans and a tank top, his muscles and tattoos on show.

‘Everyone is staring Jay’ you commented as Jason saw some of the teenaged girls looking.

‘Please ladies, I’m old enough to be your dads’ Jason called out, laughing as you buried your face.

Typical teenage attitude and finding Jason embarrassing. The drive home was fine, Jason played his new single for you, getting your approval.

Jason was always a musical guy, he had a passion and he wanted to experiment with how far he could go. Not thinking he would get the chance to make actual music. Making it into the music industry.

Your teenage years were similar to most as your body began changing, you experienced the normal cycle of emotions and everything else that follows.

However, Jason noticed there was something different about you lately. You weren’t just moody, you were secretive and it concerned Jason. The two of you were close, you shared almost everything.

‘He’s allowed to have some secrets’ Bruce commented, typing away on the bat computer, Jason nodding.

‘I know, but this is different B, he seems different’

‘Teenagers are different to toddlers’ Bruce finished as Jason agreed.

Thinking he would just have to try and talk to you, hoping you would open up.

‘I want us to chat bud, something is happening y/n. You seem different’ Jason admitted to you, you played with the food on your plate a little.

You sighed as Jason looked into your eyes, you knew you would have to open up eventually. You trust Jason with your life, you love him. You’re certain he loves you too.

A man doesn’t agree to drop everything to raise his baby brother, not without feeling love.

‘You can talk to me about anything y/n’ Jason said as he stroked your pinky with his finger a little.

‘You sure?’ You asked, hesitating as Jason nodded with a smile.

‘Of course, you can tell me anything’ Jason insisted, not breaking eye contact with you.

‘Jason, I’m gay’ you admitted, searching Jason’s face for a reaction.

He didn’t speak for a few seconds until he cleared his throat, his eyes burying into yours.

‘You sure?’ Jason asked for reassurance, you nodded as Jason rose to his feet.

‘Stand up’ he said, his face not giving anything away, you stood up as Jason took a step towards you.

Jason’s arms wrapped around you as he held you in a bear hug, your face resting on his shoulder, Jason gave you a small pat on the back. His big frame engulfed your small one, a time passing of the sibling love.

‘I love you no matter what’ Jason said in your ear as you nodded.

‘Love you too’ you smiled, the two of you pulled away from the hug.

A couple years had gone by since Jason began making a name in the streets of Gotham, and not just as a rap artist, but as the bad Red Hood.

Jason would never let you join his team as he wanted nothing more than to keep you safe. Jason would die before he let anything happen to you.

Jason stood on stage as he performed in his latest tour, you in the front row. Smiling bright as you watched your older brother proudly.

Jason came over and gave you a quick hug as he walked through the audience, the audience cheering loudly.

‘My little brother’s here’ Jason announced into mic, smiling as he pointed over at you.

Jason smiled proudly as he finally got you to agree to be in his music video, he had you just do poses for the camera, walking through the streets with his dog.

The track played in the background, Jason lip synced as you gave your all for the first time. Jason would’ve called you a pro, but he was biased.

You grew some popularity with appearing in Jason’s music video, Jason of course wanted you to do more with him.

‘So, this is where the magic happens. Nothing too big, we’ll just have you sit and fill in some of the backing vocals’ Jason said, handing you the headphones.

Jason was smiling as he watched you singing in the recording booth, doing some backing vocals.

‘You ever thought about doing a single?’ Jason asked you as he walked with you to get some lunch.

You laughed a little as you showed a shy side, Jason was serious and thought maybe you could do some singing in your own.

‘Oh you’re not joking?’ You replied, Jason chuckled.

It was a shy moment as you stepped out of your comfort zone. You sang a melody as Jason smiled proudly watching.

‘Shit, he’s good’ Jason mumbled to himself. You came out of the booth, a small smile on your face.

It had been a year and Jason was getting you in his record label, he wanted you to be a solo artist like him. He wanted you to do your own thing.

You found a new passion for this line of work, it was all you ever thought about.

It wasn’t long before you and Jason were on stage together, performing together.

Jason featured you in his videos more, you did the same for him.

Jason was up for a music award, you were cheering the loudest when Jason won his award, walking up the steps as he was handed the trophy.

‘This is amazing, thank you guys so much, really, thank you. I want to thank my baby brother y/n more as he is such a supportive person, the best person I know. Love you bro, thank you all’ Jason spoke into the mic.

The stages lights hit different tonight as Jason began his latest tour. He had this flood of memories, seeing how tiny you were to who you are now.

There was always this speculation, or stereotype that Jason is this hard guy. Tattoos everywhere, even a couple on his face, however, he really is just a big child. He loves so hard and is a different person when with you or others he’s close to.

Your biggest hero is Jason, along with him being your role model. The teenager who dropped everything to raise you, to a man who gave you his mantle.

[to-the-stars8]

Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3

52- Midnight Calls and Fantasies

Before the two of you started dating, Jason would spend his nights alone trying his best not to think of you. Usually, he’d be hopping and swinging from building to building as he kicked ass throughout the streets of Gotham, but he was currently on bedrest after a run-in with some lucky gangsters—Who he would now call dead men walking. Either way, Alfred had forced a compromise onto him; Jason could stay at his apartment, but if he even thought about moving, Alfred would strap him down to one of the tables in the med bay at Wayne Manor. Knowing Alfred, Jason did as he ordered. 

In the meantime, he tried to fill the void by watching shit on Netflix that you had been talking about non-stop. He’d get through half an episode before he thought about texting you, but it was getting late and you were probably in bed. In the middle of some cheesy romance show, when he was in the middle of disassociating, Jason thought about the two of you as a couple. The thought came upon him unwillingly, but he entertained it nonetheless. Perhaps out of loneliness or desire, but he wouldn’t let himself dig too deep into that. 

Jason pictured the two of you on a Ferris wheel at some stupid county fair— that he knew he would never go to unless you dragged him there—being all cutesy. You’d be holding his hand probably, pointing out at the sunset on the horizon, and he’d sit there admiring you. Jason already knew you were ten times prettier than any stupid fucking sunset. Maybe, in that delusional moment, he’d kiss you. 

The thought of kissing you snapped him back into reality and he physically cringed to the point that the wounds on his body were starting to hurt. He paused the show, groaning in pain as he thought about just how stupid he was to think that. There was just too much to Jason that he would feel bad if you ever got stuck in a relationship with him. If there was even a chance for it in the first place. 

Just like he had accidentally willed you to him, his phone finally shone with your name clear as day on it. Jason thought about declining your call so he could continue to shake the cringe off of him, but his crush on you outweighed any sense of embarrassment. 

“Hey,” He said, trying to sound casual despite the slight throbbing pain rumbling throughout his body. 

There was shuffling before you said, “Hey, Jaybeans. You free to talk?” 

“Yeah, everything okay?” 

There was a bit of worry in Jason’s chest, thinking that something or someone was bothering you, and he sat up so he could think better. You yawned before humming a no. “Nah, I just want to talk to you.”

“Oh,” Jason didn’t like how much he enjoyed being the first person you thought of calling. “Well, I’m just chilling out at home, right now. Um—” 

Jason hurriedly tried to think of something to say, letting the thick silence lay between the two of you before you quickly swooped in to save the conversation. “Just chilling?” Jason swore he could hear a bit of breathlessness on your end like you egging him on to say something he’d be too embarrassed to even bring up. 

Swallowing the nervousness, Jason casually answered, “Yeah, I’m watching one of those cheesy romance shows you recommended.”

That seemed to catch your attention because you began bombarding him with questions like; what show, did he like it, who was his favorite character, etc. He tried to answer all of your questions because half of it he was going between checking his phone and fantasizing about you. He’d watch the whole damn show over again if it made you this excited to talk to him. 

“Have you gotten to that scene, yet?” Jason could hear the fluctuation in your voice indicating whatever scene it was, it had to be something saucy. He hummed a no, and you groaned. “Jason, you have to watch it. It’s like—So fucking weird and dumb, but also super hot.”

“I’m not evening going to unpack that,” Jason chuckled, though was now going watch that scene even if it killed him to do so. 

You giggled, and then there was more shuffling. The pause on your end was longer this time, and Jason was worried for a second that you were busy with something else now. When he asked if he was keeping you from something, you were quick to answer with no. “I—I’m just trying to get comfortable.”

Jason scratched the back of his neck as you stumbled over questions about his day, which he could only answer that he hadn’t done much. “I did nothing today. It was pretty nice.”

“I love those kinds of days,” You stretched with another yawn. “Jason, I think I’m tired.”

“You don’t say.”

“Ha-ha,” You said sarcastically, not in the least bit amused by his response. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

“Of course. Bye, sweetheart. Sweet dreams.”

There was another pause on your end before a quiet, “Bye, honeybee.”

Before Jason could comment on the new nickname, you quickly hung up. He laid back in bed, heart fluttering, closing his eyes once again as he willingly let a little hope and fantasy play in his brain.

[a1307s]

Lady Todd #1

(Batboys)

[Art is not mine! Credit to haines-mae]

Requested by: OliviaBrady821

Keys:

Y/N: Your Name

Word Count: 6380

Warnings and/or Pre-notes:

Cursing

Mentions of teen pregnancy

Mentions of suicide

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"Hello," an old, tall man says after swinging open a door at least twice my height. The door gives me the creeps. This house gives me the creeps. Gotham gives me the creeps. Honestly, at this point, the list of things that don't give me the creeps is shorter. "How can I help you?"

"Hello. I'm Noah Johnson," my caseworker says, shifting through his briefcase. Noah Johnson was ruled responsible for me by the state of New Jersey until my sperm donor could be located. I'm Noah's first foster care case ever and it's very painfully obvious. "Umm... this is Y/N Todd," he mumbles, holding up my birth certificate to the elder man as he continues to shift through his briefcase in search of a copy of my mom's will.

The elder man looks over the paper before turning toward me with a long blank stare. My mom was a short, blonde-hair, blue-eyed girl. I got my mother's height but other than that she always insisted I was the spitting image of my father. I don't see it but I also don't know what my father looks like, so I don't have much to compare my features to.

"Jason Todd is her father and on behalf of Mia Smith's dying wishes, I need to talk to Mr. Todd about... well... what he wants to do considering Y/N," Noah spills out, managing to find my mom's will and my DNA test supposedly proving this Jason dude is my dad.

The old man glances at the DNA sheet before taking the packet from Noah. "The yellow highlighter is details of Ms. Smith's passing. Green is anything mentioned Mr. Todd, pink is the details of Y/N's inheritance from her mother and blue is any details relating to the placement of Y/N Ms. Smith wished for," Noah says, placing his hands on my shoulders to hide the fact that they're shaking.

String bean grandpa glances between Noah and me before fingering through the packet. He glances through the accident report and death certificate of my mother before getting to her will. "Please come in," the man finally says, stepping aside so Noah and I can walk through the door frame.

The castle of a house echoes with our footsteps. "So is my dad some kind of mafia man?" I ask, looking around the entry. The throw rug alone looks more expensive than the apartment I used to live in.

The old man loses control of the door, causing it to slam shut. "Why do you say that?" He asks, glancing at me before leading us toward the marble staircase in the middle of the room.

"Well, last time I checked the only people in Gotham that can afford luxury is criminals."

"Y/N let's be quiet," Noah says, tightening his grip on my shoulders and letting out a nervous laugh.

"You're acting like Gotham is any worse than Blüdhaven," I mumble, starting to climb up the stairs. Noah's head is constantly whipping back and forth, his grip not loosening on me.

The walk up the stairs and down the hall is silent beside our footsteps and the occasional noises of the old floors shifting. "Wait here," Old Man Gangster says once we're in front of the huge double doors at the end of the hallway.

"I think you should wait out here as I talk to your da- Jason. As I talk to Jason," Noah says, correcting himself halfway through. I freaked out on him the first time he called this mystery man my dad. He's not my dad. He's a random guy that happened to knock up my mom.

     "Whatever," I murmur, leaning against the wall before sliding down it to sit on the carpeted ground. "I don't want to stay here," I say, looking up at Noah.

     "Well, you don't want to end up in a group home either. Especially one in Blüdhaven. This is your best chance Y/N and at the end of the day I don't get to decide what happens to you, Jason does."

     Jason, Jason, Jason. It's the only thing I've been hearing for the last week. It took about three hours after my mom was pronounced dead for people to find out she left custody - with a DNA test to back up her claims - of me to the famous Jason Todd. It buzzed around everywhere I went: the police station, the foster care house, school, everywhere.

All I've heard the past week is how hot and rich and mysterious and ew my 'dad' is. My mom was brutally murdered a week ago and all people cared about was this Jason Todd prick. A stupid dumb prick that high-tailed his ass out of my life after knocking my mom up at 15. Fucking asshole.

"You may enter," Raisin face says, poking his head out the door.

     "I'll come check on you in a little bit, okay? Stay here," Noah says before slipping through the door.

Once the door clicks shut, I'm left in complete silence. I don't mind it though. It gives me time to look over the place. I scoot forward, sticking my legs through the railing of the hallway and letting them hang over the edge. There's a big crystal chandelier hanging over the entryway. Honestly, the whole place looks like a torn-out image of Dracula's castle. It's disgusting. No one needs this much fancy shit. I'm sure no one needs big ass crystals dangling from their roof either.

After a couple of minutes of silence, the dust-covered vampire house is filled with the sounds of the front door creaking open. I rip my legs from the edge, folding myself up as I spy on the new person entering. Whoever it is, is wrapped up in a police uniform. Mr. Police Officer is definitely breaking the law. Officers can't just enter your house without permission. Well, unless they got a warrant.

I keep my eyes trailed on the person as they start heading up the staircase. "Bruce? Alfred?" The voice calls out, sparking my mind some. I know this voice but from were. The officer calls out a few more times, giving me more chances to run through all the people I've met in the last week.

The officer turns down the hallway, heading toward me. His eyes lock on mine, his pace slowing down as he sizes me up. "Y/N?" He asks, picking his pace up some.

"Officer Grayson?" I call back, stiffening some as he approaches me. Why the fuck is a Blüdhaven cop here? Why is the Blüdhaven cop that handled my mother's murder here? Last time I checked Dick Grayson was estranged from Bruce Wayne.

"How are you?" Grayson asks, crouching down to be closer to my level once he gets in front of me.

"Oh, you know, still technically an orphan and a ward of the state, so just dandy."

Officer Grayson chuckles some, trying to cover the sadness in his eyes. With him handling my mother's case I've seen a lot of him recently. I've heard a lot about him too. Some of the other officers were poking fun at him for "adopting a fellow orphan". After I quick google search, I found that his parents fell to their death when he was younger than me. It sucks for him, but it's a bit of a comfort to know he's gone through what I'm dealing with.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, shifting to sit down instead of kneeling.

"My case worker is talking to the old man that answers the door and I'm guessing Jason."

"The old man is named Alfred." Grayson says, glancing at me before looking through the railing as well. "So-"

"I googled you already. And Jason. I know you're his brother or whatever," I say, a bit more bitter than I meant. Grayson has been really sweet to me, but it would have been nice to find out he's technically my uncle from him instead of google. "Is the department going to make you drop my mom's case?"

"No, Captain said I could keep working the case." Silence falls between us for a while. Grayson glances at me every couple second, opening his mouth every now and again but nothing comes out. "Do you want some ice cream?" He finally asks, standing back up in his feet.

"I'm an orphan, not an idiot. Of course, I want free ice cream," I half-heartedly joke, crawling to my feet as well.

Grayson nervously chuckles, rubbing his neck before turning away from me. "This way," he mumbles, starting to lead me to the kitchen. Or at least I think that's what he's doing. It would be disappointing if he offered ice cream and then decide to murder me in this spooky ass house.

The way to the kitchen is filled with more obnoxiously fancy things. The walls are litter with picture of I think five different people - six if you count the Alfred guy. All five people have raven hair but only three of the five have blue eyes. The odd balls out have green eyes. Throughout the pictures I'm able to pick out Grayson in most of them but I'm not sure who the others are.

I stop in front of the pictures that catch my eye. Per the stats que of all the past pictures it's a black-haired man but he has a streak of white unlike the rest. It's one of the green-eyed ones too. He's in a leather jacket, propped up by the motorcycle he's leaning on. "That's Jason," Grayson says softly, ruffling my hair some before opening a door for me.

"He looks repulsing," I say, walking through the door to be met by a huge kitchen. The kitchen alone is bigger than any place I've stayed at.

"He's not all that bad," Grayson says, walking around the kitchen to collect dishes. I hum in disagreement, watching as the officer digs around the freezer. "Honestly Y/N he's a really good guy, a very honorable-"

"If he's so honorable, why'd he leave my mom to be poor single mother. Look at this place. This is where Jason has lived most of his life, and yet my mom worked herself to the bone just for us to stay in poverty the rest of her life." This shuts Richard up, the only noise being spoons clinking against glass bowls as we eat our ice cream.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I shouldn't push my image of Jason on to you," Grayson says once our bowls are empty.

The room is silent again as Grayson cleans up our bowls. I soak in the silence, taking in all the dust that seems to cover everything. "Officer Grayson-"

"Please call me Dick," he says, interrupting my thoughts.

"Ya, no I'm not going to call you that," I say, abruptly standing up to walk out, feeling really uncomfortable with the direction the conversation is going.

"No, it's not like that, I swe-"

"I will see you at the station whenever you get an update," I say pushing the kitchen door open and heading down the hallway. What grown man tells a young girl to call him dick? What can of suppose uncle tells his niece to call him dick? What the fuck is he trying to do? Is he trying to get me in bed? What the fuck?

"It's my name. Well, my nick name. It's short for Richard, I swear. I'm sorry," he races out, speeding after me in the hallway.

"You need to start leading with that," I say, stopping in my footsteps.

"Ya probably," Richie Rich says, paired with a nervous laugh and a neck rub. "I'm sorry, I'm coming off all kinds of bad way today, huh?"

"A little," I say, glancing around to plan my exit plan. I'm getting real sick of Mr. Fix it. Officer Gray- Dick goes into a rant of an apology, giving me a distraction to sneak away and find my way back to the hallway I'm supposed to be waiting in.

"Y/N?" Richard says, his voice echoing around the hollow house as I step off the last step. Living here might be terrible but it'll defiantly be easy to sneak around.

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"I hate you," I whisper yell at Noah as he drags me up the Wayne Manor stairs.

"Yes, I know but Jason has decided he wants to keep you, so my hands are tied."

"I'm not a fucking dog you get to decide whether you want to keep are not," I say dragging my feet as much as I can as Noah leads me to the door.

"I know you're not, but like I said there's nothing else I can do for you. You have to at least try it out and if shit goes south and I mean south, then I can pull you." Noah drops to his knee, wrapping his hands around my own. I look down at him, taking in his face. I can't tell if he's sad or angry or what. "I know it sucks. I know, but you'll have a full stomach every night, a warm bed to sleep in, and a roof over your head. You'll be living comfortably - necessaries wise at least. You are so close to being legally an adult. Just tough out the Waynes until then okay?"

I sigh, shifting on my feet. "Fine, I'll tough it out. Food from ignorant people is better than no food."

Noah sighs in relief, laying his head against my arms before standing up. "Okay, you got this. You're perfect," he tells me, glancing at me a few times before knocking on the door.

It takes a bit but soon enough the door swings open. It's not the old man from the other day. This time it's - you guessed it - a raven-haired, blue-eyed boy, that looks not much older than me. "Oh, hi," he mumbles, glancing at me before very obviously checking out Noah.

"Hello!" Noah chirps out, clasping his hands around me, probably in fear that I'll run. "Is... uh... Mr. Wayne home?"

"Maybe," the boy says, closing the door some.

"Dumb rich assholes," I mumble, crossing my arms and turning my attention to the bushes. Even the front yard looks obnoxiously expensive.

"Who's at the door?" Comes Richard's voice from inside the building. Grayson soon fills the rest of the frame, the door swung open and the smaller carbon copy of him nuzzled between the officer and the door. "Oh! Y/N, you're back. With no bags..." He says, glancing around to look for nonexistent bags.

"No bags, just the backpack," I say, shifting the backpack around to cause the few things I own to jingle together. "What's up with the mini-you? You pull a Jason Todd?" I tease, pushing Grayson to the side to wiggle myself and Noah into the manor of terror.

"A 'Jason Todd'?" Mini-Me asks, looking up at the older boy.

"Tim, this is Y/N. Jason's... this is Y/N." Richard says, rolling over his words before settling on what he wants to say. "Y/N this is your... Tim is Jason's and my... This is Tim Drake." He is really struggling with his words today.

"Hey," I mumble, taking in the entry way again. I don't think I'm ever going to get over the dumb chandler or the fear it'll snap and crush me. "You're one of my donor's brothers I'm guessing," I say, looking over this Drake guy. I think I've seen him on the cover of vogue before. "Do you think Noah is hot?"

"Y/N!" Noah yelps out, tightening his grasp on me. "Manners please."

"He was so obviously checking you out. I just want to know if he's gay or intimidated," I say, smiling a little at the thought of someone being intimidated by a five-six, hundred- and thirty-pound Noah.

"I'm bisexual, actually," Tim says, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. "And you are very aware of things, it seems."

"Ya well Jason is going to be very aware of my-"

"How about Tim shows you to your room?" Noah pipes up, wrapping his hand around my mouth to cut me off. "Sounds like a lovely idea. I'm going to go talk to Mr. Wayne and then I'll pop by before leaving," he says, answering his own question as he pushes me towards Mini-Me.

Drake glances at me before turning on his heels and heading up the staircase. I follow behind, constantly looking over my shoulder in search for Noah. I am going to be a reck when he leaves me here alone. Once Noah is out of sight, I take in Tim's back as he leads me around the manor. He seems really fit for his age. I mean, Richard is fit but he's also an officer. Are they health nuts? Am I going to get dragged out of bed at five in the morning to go running or some shit?

"This one's yours," he mumbles, coming to a stop without warning, causing me to bump into him. "You good?" Drake asks, glancing down at me as he pushes open the bedroom door.

"I'm fine," I whisper, leaning forward some to look into the room. It makes me gag a bit. What is the problem with rich people being over the top for no reason?

"You can go in," my chaperone says, softly pushing me forward by the small of my back. "It's not going to swallow you whole."

I'm not so sure of that. Who knows what creep has or will happen in this horror house. The room is big, almost as big as the kitchen I saw a couple days ago. Big glass windows reach across most of the wall in front of me. The back yard and the Gotham Lake are in full view. Maybe sometimes having an expensive yard is worth it. There an overstuffed white couch tucked in front of the middle window, empty bookcases towering on other sides of the window. The walls are a marble black color, making all the pink and white in the room stand out in an unbearable way.

On the left, there's huge bed, even bigger than a king size, I think. A pink fluffy bedspread has been laid out on it with matching pink fuzz pillows. The frame of the bed reminds me of a princess bedframe, the kind that you can pull currents around. It does have currents - see through bubble gum pink ones. Three's white nightstands on either side of the bed. The left bedstand has a vase filled with pink camellias, and white lotuses. There's a bowl on the right table, filled with apples, peaches, and plums. Tucked in the corner is a vanity set, separated from the bed by double doors. Once again, the vanity is made with light pink wood and a huge mirror, big enough to see most of myself in it. The seating chair is fuzzy pink just like the bedding.

I step into the room, taking in the rest of it. The right side is just as packed as the left but doesn't seem so from the space the room takes up in the world. A huge flat screen tv takes up a lot of the upper wall. Under the tv is a barn styled table, the middle open but the sides covered with mini versions of barn doors. Just like the rest of the room, this furniture is made with white wood. How am I going to keep all this white looking clean? Set on top of the table is two box looking things. One's a vertical white and black thin box and the other is horizontal black box with an X-ed out circle.

To the left of the TV is another door, but this time it's only a single door. To the right of the screen is a - white - desk with three different sized drawers attached to it. I'm really starting to dislike the color white. One the desk is a sleek black box, thinner than the box sitting on the tv stand. Above the desk is two matching - empty shelves. The wall behind me is bear, nothing on it but the marbled color. Another pink fuzzy chair is sat in front of it.

"It's very... pink," I finally say, nervously glancing around the room as anxiety builds in my chest. The room feels too clean with all the white, making me feel dirty. The white looks terrible against the walls. The pink looks even worse. What the fuck did the Waynes do? Google girl and buy any pink furniture they could find?

"Ya... none of us really know how to buy for a girl. We kind of panicked and bought everything in white and pink," Tim mumbles, stepping into the room too. He's closer to me than I'd like, closer than my anxiety likes. "Once you get settled in and such, we'll have a spray paint party or something. Get everything the color you'd like."

"Okay," I mumble, stepping towards the bed to get away from the guy in this room. My room. The guy in my room. This room is gross. I don't want to live within these four walls. I don't want to live in this building. I'd rather starve on the streets of Gotham than feel like I'm a dirty rat pretending to live a lifestyle like this. "Is it okay if I set my bag down?" I ask, eyeing the bed spread.

"It's your bedroom, you can do whatever you want." Tim says, walking up next to me. There's more room between us this time but it doesn't stop my anxiety from sparking. "What are five things you can see?" He asks, eyes locked on me.

"What?" I ask a bit confused, trying to calm my breathing down as I gently set my bag on the bed sheets. I end up moving it to the floor in fear of ruining the bed spread.

"Just humor me, what are five things you see?" Drake asks again, plopping on the bed, spreading out with his arms over his head and his legs dangling off the edge.

"The red flowers in the garden... and double doors that lead to god knows where... and useless see through curtains... and empty bookshelves... and you, lying on the bed."

"Laying on your bed," Mini-Me corrects, closing his eyes as he stretches his back out. "Close your eyes and tell me four things you can hear."

"I don't want to close my eyes," I say, panic spiking in me.

"You don't have too; it just helps your ears focus."

I think it over for a second before softly closing my eyes, ready to snap them open at any sign of Tim moving. It takes a second for me to calm down enough to focus. "I can hear the floorboards shifting," I answer, falling silent again to find another sound. "I can hear the buzzing of the boxes over there," I continue, nodding towards the tv. "I can hear my heartbeat, and your breathing."

"Three things you can smell?"

I snap my eyes open, glaring down at the rich boy laying in front of me. What's up with these questions? Is he making a joke out of me? Is he trying to train me like the puppy everyone sees me as? I take a few deep breaths, running Noah's words through my head. "I can smell the flowers." Tim hums, continuing to stare at the ceiling. He's not stretching anymore. "I smell old spice, I think?"

"Jason wears old spice cologne," Drake mumbles, leaning up to glance at me before going back to the ceiling.

"And I smell the like woody scent of... well, wood."

Drake hums again before ordering me around again. "Two things you could taste?"

"The fucking apples and peaches in the fruit bowl. Kind of tacky of you guys," I snap out, the words coming out pretty harsh. That's not very 'sticking it out' of me.

"And one thing you can feel?" He asks, sitting up and looking at me. His eyes are filled with curiosity, which ticks me off a bit. I'm not a zoo attraction. Stupid rich people.

I glare at the boy for a bit before glancing down at the bedding. I carefully run my fingers over the fuzz, letting it envelope my fingers in warmth. "This obnoxious bedding."

Tim chuckles a bit, sliding over so his outer thigh is grazing my hand. "I suffer from anxiety too. Checking your environment and vocalizing it tends to fill your head and helps you forget you're going to have a panic attack." He smiles at me, tilting his head some as he looks at me. "What color do you want your furniture?"

"It's fine as is."

"It's not. This is going to be your home - or at least where you'll be staying. Your room is supposed to be your safe space. You can't feel safe if you don't feel comfortable."

I think it over for a second, glancing around the room. "Well, I'd prefer for all the wood things to be black. Maybe change all the seating to something not pink. Maybe red fuzz. Well, not the bedding, or the couch. I like the couch being white," I rush out, looking anywhere but Grayson's Mini-Me.

"What color bedding do you want?" Tim asks me. I can still feel his eyes burning into me but from how soft his words are I don't think he means them to burn.

"I don't know. I just... don't like all the pink or the see through curtains."

"Well, once we get you new bedding, we will find some not see through and not pink curtains to match," Drake hums, standing up next to me. He's really close but this time it doesn't cause my anxiety to spike. "So, the door next to the bed leads to a walk-in closet. There's nothing in their but empty shelves and hangers for now. The door over there," He says, pointing towards the tv wall, "is your bathroom. There's nothing in there yet because we didn't know what kinds of soaps and such you like so when we go out later today, we'll get you that stuff too, okay?"

"Are the towels and curtain pink?" I ask, turning my head towards Mini-Me.

"Bruce wanted to get you pink towels but Alfred, somehow talked him into red ones. We forgot to get you a curtain so no there's no pink in the bathroom," he answers, a big smile on his face. "I'm going to let you look around and get settled, okay? My room is to the right of yours if you need me and to the left is... well Jason is to the left, but Bruce said if that makes you uncomfortable, we can move you to a different room," Tim stumbles over the second half, eyeing me up and down as he pushes the words out.

"It's fine," I say, scouting away from Tim. The idea of being alone and having the chance to air out my thoughts is the only relief I've felt today.

Drake hums again, glancing over me before settling on my eyes. "Just come knock if you need anything, okay? Anything," He repeats, doing another glance over before walking out. The sound of the door closing behind my new roomie fills me with both peace and fear. I'm glad to finally be alone for the first time these past couple of days and also terrified of this big, expensive room and the people that are paired with it. Why couldn't I just be happy with the pink? I'm causing unnecessary waves in a house I don't want to be in, for people I don't want to be around let alone get to know.

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After a couple of hours I'm a little looser. The pink and white are still obnoxious but when Tim checked in on me he assured me that it'll get changed and that there wasn't an issue fixing it. I still feel bad for coming off so ungrateful.

About two or three hours ago Noah left but promised he'd stop by in a couple days to check in on me. Since Noah left the thought of leaving this room has terrified me. I haven't unpacked or even taken off my shoes yet. I'm sitting in the middle of the room, criss-crossed on the dark red carpet, terrified of touching anything in case I mess it up.

Three soft knocks fill the room, quickly followed by a "Lady Todd?"

Lady Todd? What the fuck is that? I'm not a lady. Well... I am technically a lady but what the hell? "Lady Todd? Are you alright? May I enter?" Comes the smooth voice again.

Anxiety claws up my spine and my breath picks up as I quickly stand. Who's at the door? What do they want? Why can't the Waynes just leave me to rut in this room until I turn 18?

     Think of things around me. Vocalize my environment. What do I see? "I... I see... um-"

     My whispers are cut off by more knocking. This time the knocking lasts longer and is more panicked. "Lady Todd? Lady Todd? Please answer the door," The voice says, a panicked undertone laced in his words.

     His panic makes me panic, causing me to freeze in my steps. "I'm coming in, Lady Todd," they say, slowly turning the door knob and pushing my door open. The doorman from the other day pokes his head in, looking around the room before settling his eyes on me. "Are you alright, Lady Todd?" He asks, straightening up before taking a step in the room.

I glance between the older man and the door he left wide open. How hard would it be to push past him and run away? He's an old man so it couldn't be that hard right? "I'm fine," I peep out, shifting my weight between my feet.

     "Well that's good, Lady Todd. You had me worried for a second." The old man takes a couple more steps into the room, luckily leaving plenty of room between us still. I see spookily ass black walls. "I didn't mean to cause panic. I just... I've been reestablishing my familiarity with the American Foster System and I read that while in distress of new situations some young adults have... unethical ways to deal with the situation."

A laugh at this statement before I can stop myself. "Are you asking me if I'm suicidal?" I mange to squeeze out between laughs.

"Well... I suppose so," the old man says, glancing to the side before looking at me again. "Master Drake has informed me of your... overwhelm-ness earlier today."

"Well don't worry old timer. If I decide to die I wouldn't do it in the house. Wouldn't want to ruin the carpets, you know?"

A small smile crosses his wrinkly face but pity is still very evident in his eyes. "Your consideration is appreciated Lady Todd, but please don't harm yourself." I hum in response, crossing my arms and glancing around the room. "I've made a pot of tea for Master Drake - it helps with his anxiety. Would you like a cup?"

"I'm not a big tea drinker."

"Perhaps hot cocoa then? And maybe a sandwich. You've had a long day, I'm sure you're hungry."

I think about it for a second. The promise of food and the hunger that's been rattling around my stomach overrides the fear of leaving the room I've been planted in all day. "I could go for a sandwich, I guess," I mumble, shoving my hands into my pockets and shifting my weight again.

     "Well then I'll show you the way to the kitchen, My Lady," the man says, turning on his heels and heading out of the room.

     I fall behind, making sure to keep a few paces between us. "So Lord-" I start, a bit confused as the word tumbles out.

     "Alfred, just Alfred," he says, glancing over his shoulder at me.

     "Well why are you 'just Alfred' and I'm not 'just Y/N'?"

     "Since you're so directly related to Master Wayne, you inherit his title along with being in line to inherit the Wayne family properties, and the fortune too, of course. If you want to get technical, since you are the only lady of the manor - and family line - you're mistress of the house but I think lady is better suited for your age."

     I roll the words over in my head, a bit stunned. I thought Alfred was being nice, not that it was an actual title that I supposedly have. "So like what happens if one of Bruce's other sons have a girl? Would I lose my title of 'mistress'?" I ask, carefully watching Alfred as he props the kitchen door open for me.

     "At the moment the only way you would lose your title and simply be a lady of the manor is if Master Wayne married. Down the line, upon Master Wayne's passing, Master Grayson would become the Master of the manor and once again, you'd only lose your title upon him getting married."

     "So like it's an age thing that only gets over ridden my marriage?" I ask, walking through the door and being met with the semi-familiar uncomfortably sized kitchen.

     "Pretty much so," Alfred says, letting the door swing shut behind him. "Please take a seat."

     I obey, sliding into one of the stools sat in front of the coffee island. "So let's say in a bazaar turn of events Grayson gets married tomorrow, then would I lose my title?"

     "You would not since Master Wayne is still the head of the house. So, if for whatever reason Master Grayson gets married tomorrow, you would not drop down to just a lady of the house until Master Wayne dies and Master Grayson becomes head of the manor."

"Oh," I whisper, watching as Alfred starts pulling out stuff to make my sandwich. "I can make it myself."

"Absolutely not. You are a lady of the house. It's mine - along with the Masters' - job to ensure you're needs are fulfilled and that you're every beckon call is answered," Alfred says, a bit of a huff following his words.

"My every beckon call?"

"Every beck and call," He repeats, opening the fridge and looking around.

"Say I want, I don't know, 50 blue feathers at three in the morning?"

"Then me or one of the Masters would go find 50 blue feathers. What kind of sandwich would you like Lady Todd?"

     "I don't care what kind," I mumble, looking over the older man. This is insane. I'm suppose to believe that ever man in this house's sole purpose is to serve me? What kind of backwards ass sexist shit is that? "Isn't that like the opposite of the world?" I finally ask, watching as Alfred carefully crafts my food.

"I suppose so. The Wayne Masters have always believed the only people superior to themselves are the ladies of the house. After all, without the ladies of the manor none of them would be here. Blind obedience and love for women of the bloodline is something Master Wayne - and his father before him - live their lives by."

"Live their lives by?" I ask, watching the maid - maybe? - place my plate in front of me.

"Yes, Bruce's father never made a single decision without the permission of his wife, whether it be what socks to wear or to sign a new business partner."

"I don't want to make those decisions," I say, my anxiety spiking up again as I bite into my sandwich.

Alfred chuckles a little before starting to clean up the left out sandwich supplies. "Well since you're the granddaughter of the head of the manor and not the wife your role will be quite a bit different."

"How so?" I ask between bites. I didn't realize how hungry I actually am until I started eating which is a bit depressing if I think too much about it.

     "Well, you'd be more of an advisor than anything else. Someone to bounce thoughts off of," Alfred tells me, glancing at my plate before opening a few cabinets. “If I’m honest with you Lady Todd, with three uncles and your father being ahead of you in the inheritance line, you’ll probably spend your life being pampered and getting to do as you please with your life.”

“No one gets to truly do what they want,” I answer back, my tone a little snippy.

“You do,” Alfred says, opening a bag of chips and dumping some on my plate. “You come from a family with unlimited resources to everything in the world. A family who’s blood line’s whole purpose it to serve you in anyway you want. Nothing is impossible when it comes to you.”

I eye the grandpa standing in front of me, his face suddenly so hard. I mentally roll my eyes, picking at the chips on my plate. “So if I tell Bruce I want to go on a date with Kid Flash he’d just make it happen?”

“Of course, though I’m sure Master Grayson wouldn’t be too thrilled about that.” What the fuck is that supposed to mean? This guy really wants me to believe that Bruce Wayne knows kid flash? I’m stuck in a house full of weirdos with service kinks.

“Pennyworth? Is Todd’s girl here yet?” A voice comes from outside the kitchen door. Following the words, the door is quickly pushed open. A smaller version of Drake stands in the door way. Mini-Me’s mini-me doesn’t have blue eyes though, he has green eyes. What the fuck is up with Wayne’s obsession with mean mugged raven-haired boys? “Oh, hello Todd.” I should have ran when I had the chance.

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[rawritzrobin]

The Waynes: Chapter 8

Title: The Waynes

Pairing: Mobster!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: None!

Summary: Dick comes over for a quick chat. Jason asks a special question.

A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone! Super thankful to have you all here supporting one another. The holidays can be a lonely time for some people so remember be nice to those around you and check in on those that need it. Exactly one year ago today I posted the first chapter of The Waynes. Thanks for sticking with me!

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Chapter 8: Move in with me?

Jason never slept well. Not even when he was exhausted. Especially not in his own bed.

So he was surprised when he opened his eyes, and there was some light peeking out from behind the blinds. 

He tried to sit up and reach for his phone, when something moved next to him. He quickly turned over to see you asleep next to him. He smiled as he watched you sleep for a moment. It had been a while since Jason felt this kind of peace in his life. 

But as usual, his peace never lasted as his phone started to vibrate on the nightstand. He quickly picked it up and gently got out of bed, being very careful not to wake you.

He looked back to see you were still fast asleep. He tiptoed out of the room and quietly closed the door behind him. As soon as he was far enough away from the room, he answered the phone. Without saying a word, Dick’s voice came through.

“Hey Jason. How is she?” He asked.

“She's fine. Still sleeping. Probably from the overuse of adrenaline last night.” Jason said, making his way into the kitchen.

“I know you’ll be mad. But open the door. I’m here.”

Jason groaned. Dick loved to show up unannounced. He used to show up at Jason’s door every night at the manor. The man loved annoying the crap out of him. Normally, Jason would just tell Dick to go home. But he was curious why Dick felt the need to come over today. With everything that was going on, especially with Carl, he wanted to make sure everything was okay.

Jason quickly, but quietly, made his way to the front door after giving the doorman permission to let Dick up the elevator. He waited by the door and in a few minutes, it opened, and a very well dressed Dick Grayson stood at the door. Even at 8AM, Dick was dressed to the nines. Today it was a full royal blue three piece suit. The blue really made his eyes pop brighter than usual. Dick opened his mouth to speak, but Jason shushed him immediately. Dick only had one volume: Loud.

“She's still asleep.” Jason said as quietly as he could, ushering Dick to come inside. They could talk in the kitchen where the sound didn’t travel upstairs.

They quietly made their way into Jason’s giant black kitchen. Without saying a word, Jason started to make an espresso. As soon as Dick sat down on one of the kitchen stools, he started to speak. “You really care about her, don't you?”

Jason didn’t answer at first. Instead, he turned his attention to the bar, rather than the espresso machine. He needed something stronger than just a coffee today.

“Why does it feel like everyone suddenly cares about my life now. No one cared when I dated before. Why now?” He asked, annoyed. He popped the top off of his favorite whiskey and poured a large shot. As the coffee finished dripping, he took the mug and handed it to Dick. He quickly took a sip of his own drink to brace himself for the real reason Dick was here.

Dick looked at him sadly. “We’ve always cared, Jason. It’s just… you never actually cared about any of the previous girls.” 

Jason scoffed. Dick was right, he just didn’t want to agree. His love life was non-existent. He only ever had one night stands. He couldn’t even tell you the first name of the last few girls he’s slept with. Not that he cared about any of those girls at all. Most of them didn’t even care about him either. They were there for his pleasure, that was it. This was his first real relationship of actual substance. He smiled as he remembered you were upstairs in his bed of all places. None of the other girls had even seen the inside of Charles’ car let alone stepped foot into the parking lot of his building. But his smile quickly faded as he remembered who was currently standing in his kitchen.

“We both know you’re not here to talk about my love life Dicky. Why are you really here? What does Bruce want?”

Dick sighed. His intentions were good at first. He really just wanted to make sure Y/N and Jason were okay. But halfway into his card ride here, Bruce called. 

“The gala.”

Jason rolled his eyes immediately. Any mention of a gala always annoyed him. The Wayne family lived and breathed galas. How so many of those outrageously expensive galas were planned was beyond him. He had hated them when he was a kid, and he hated them now. He was always bad at fake socialization.

“Which one is it now? He remembers what happened last time right? Does he really want another Jason Todd headline to deal with?” Jason said, quickly downing the rest of his drink and pouring himself another one.

“This ones different. Alfred is throwing it. He wants you there.” Dick handed Jason an envelope. It had the words: “Jason Todd”, written in perfect cursive on it. Jason took it, and put it on the counter.

Jason sighed. Alfred was always Jason’s weakness. He saw the man like a father more than he ever saw Bruce. He would do anything for that man.

“Is it really for Alfred?” Jason asked, looking Dick right in the eyes. He knew Dick’s trick’s. He basically had to make up a lie every time he wanted Jason to do something. But Dick was also a bad liar, especially to his family.

Dick looked him right in the eyes, and nodded. “Yes. I’m not lying this time. Swear on Barbara.”

Jason rubbed his temple in annoyance. He was telling the truth. Alfred never got involved with the Wayne Family crimes. So if it really was a gala he was throwing, it would be for a good cause.

“Fine. I’ll show up. When is it?”

“Next Friday. He asked you to bring Y/N.”

Jason’s head snapped up. “Why?”

“He really likes her J. He thinks she’s good for you.” Dick paused. “We all do.”

Jason watched him closely. There was more to this.

“Bruce thinks it's a good idea to make your relationship public. The Falcones already know about her. If you two are public it would make more sense to up security around her. After All, she is dating a Wayne.” Dick said, taking a long sip of his coffee. His eyes stayed on Jason.

Jason stared at Dick for a while. He was meaning to up security around Y/N. Especially after what happened yesterday. He never thought about how weird it would be for her to suddenly be traveling around with bodyguards all day. Dick’s next question broke him out of his thoughts.

“Sorry Jason, but I gotta ask. Have you told her yet?” 

Jason scoffed. “No. Of course not. How do you think she would react?”

Dick shrugged. “Barbara took it pretty well.”

Jason scoffed. “You’re the face of the group. The one who talks to tabloids and flirts with reporters. Of course she took it well.”

Jason poured himself another shot. He looked down at his drink and sighed.

“I’m the one who does the dirty business. I wouldn’t even know how to tell her. Hey Y/N, whenever my family needs information, I torture it out of people. Or better yet, sometimes I end up killing them. My kill count? I don't even know at this point. How do you think she would react to that?” He said sadly. 

Dick got up from his seat, and put an arm on Jason’s shoulder. “You’re not just a killer J. All the info you get from those dirtbags help us. You know that. It’s not that you enjoy doing it, you’re just very good at it. Remember that one time I tried and the guy just laughed at me?”

Jason continued to look down. “I’m a bad guy Dick. That’s what she will see when I tell her. A monster.”

Dick wasn’t sure what to say. He knew the business was rough. It wasn’t always clean and they all knew it. To the outside world, they were all criminals.

The sound of a pair of feet walking into the kitchen startled the two boys. 

“Hi Dick!” You said cheerily. “I didn’t know you were here.” Your instincts were correct. Something inside you said that you should put some clothes on before getting out of bed. And you were glad you did. You were wearing one of Jason’s extra large t-shirts and a pair of pajama tights. The shirt was like a dress on you.

Jason’s mood changed immediately. Dick could practically feel it. He smiled when Jason got up from his seat and hugged Y/N. He looked away when you went up for a kiss.

“That’s my cue to leave. I’ll be out of your hair soon lovebirds.”

You laughed and pulled away. “No! Stay as long as you want. We don’t have anything planned today.” You said with a smile.

Dick shook his head and started to make his way towards the elevator. “Nah, Barbara and I have breakfast plans. I’ll be late if I stay any longer. You don’t want to see her mad.” He said as he made his way to the elevator. You both followed him out. The elevator opened and Dick stepped in. He turned around and waved. “Nice to see you again Y/N. Lets do brunch next time!” He said as the doors closed, Dick disappearing behind them.

You turned to Jason. “Is everything okay?” You asked, inquiring about Dick’s presence.

Jason nodded as he took your hand in his. “Yeah, he just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He smiled down at you and led you back to the kitchen. You sat down at one of the stools and watched Jason start to prepare breakfast for the both of you.

Just as he finished plating up the scramble eggs, the doorbell rang.

“I'll get it. It’s just Charles.” Jason said as he made his way towards the door.

You grabbed your fork and took a bite of the eggs in front of you. You moaned in pleasure. Jason was a fantastic cook. It didn’t make sense as he had access to some of the best restaurants in the world and enough money to go to those restaurants every day. But you weren’t going to complain.

Jason got back quickly, with a small box in his hand. You watched him as he took a seat in front of you and pushed the box towards you on the table.

“For you.” He said with a small smile.

You took the box and opened it, curious at what it could be. Inside the box was a small black card. It was attached to a keychain. You looked up at Jason, confused.

“It’s a key. To this place.” He said. “ He reached out and took your hand in his. “Y/N. I’ve wanted to ask you for a while now. There was just never a good time. But after everything that happened last night, and everything that could possibly happen in the future when more people find out about us, there is no better time.”

You looked at him. Still not sure where he was going just yet.

The security is top notch here. No one can come up unless they have a key or they can be let in by security, which is staffed 24/7. We can also go buy you some stuff to redecorate. I know it screams single bachelor in here. I didn’t even do any of the decorating, it was all Alfred. But I have to admit, he knows exactly what I like. Oh and Alfred comes by every once in a while with supplies so you dont have to worry about that anymore. You can let him know the type of stuff you like and he can bring you some.

Jason went on and on about the amenities of his penthouse. You stopped him before he kept going. “Jay.” You said as you squeezed his hand. “You’re babbling.” You said with a laugh.

Jason stopped speaking, and took a deep breath. “Doll, will you move in with me?” Jason said nervously, looking down as he was afraid of your answer.

You knew the answer right away. You couldn’t believe this was happening. A big smile began to form on your face as Jason finally had the courage to look up at you.

“Are you kidding? I get to live here? I mean I would love to bring some life in here. Maybe some pictures of us or some less abstract paintings.” You said as you started to walk into the living room. “We could get a tree and put it here for christmas! I never got one because I was never able to lug it up the stairs by myself.” You said excitedly, running through the living room. Jason followed you as you began to spin in circles, trying to admire every square foot of the house. You finally stopped spinning and looked at Jason, who was laughing at your reaction.

“So I take it that's a yes?” He said.

You stopped and realized you had never given him an answer. With a few steps forward, you wrapped your arms around Jason’s neck, and tipped toed up for a kiss. Jason wrapped his arms around you. After a few seconds, you pulled away, and looked up at his large teal eyes.

“Yes Jason Todd. I will move in with you.”

Jason beamed, his face painted with the largest smile he could muster.

Your face dropped for a second, as you suddenly remembered how far you were from work. “But how will I get to the bakery?” You asked. You didn’t have a car. Never needed one. But now, public transportation from this far into the city would be a nightmare.

“Charles will drive you.”

You looked at him quizzically. “But doesnt he have another job to be at? You know, for Bruce?”

Jason shook his head. “Not anymore. As of today he is your fill time driver and bodyguard.”

“Bodyguard?” You asked. Confused.

Jason’s grip around your waist tightens a bit. “After yesterday, Bruce suggested that we have Charles take on a new role as your bodyguard. He will be there when I am not. Just as a precaution. Just in case.”

You thought about it for a minute, you never in a thousand years would have thought that you, Y/N, an average girl, needed a bodyguard. The idea was far beyond your understanding, but it didn’t seem so bad. Plus, you really like Charles.

“Okay.” You said with a smile. “But it's going to be a bit difficult to explain to Pam and Jim why I have a large man following me at all times.” You said with a laugh.

“Oh, and one more thing.” He said, turning around to run into the kitchen to grab the invite. He handed you the envelope and watched as you opened it.

Your eyes lit up. You had heard about the Wayne gala’s. Everyone in Gotham has. They were always the most exclusive events of the year. Only the best of the best were invited. 

“Alfred invited us. He’s doing a charity for the children’s hospital for Christmas this year. But only if you want to.”

“Of course I want to! But, I don’t have anything fancy enough to wear to this.” You said sadly.

Jason smirked, and wrapped his arms around you. “Well then let's get you a new dress today. I faintly remember you telling Dick we didn’t have any plans today. We do now. Oh, and…” He said taking out his wallet and grabbing a sleek black card. “It’s all on Bruce.” He said with a smirk.

When you woke up that morning, the only plan you had was to finish up reading the book you had started last week. But now, not only were you moving in with Jason, into a penthouse no less, but you were about to go shopping for a brand new dress paid for by none other than Bruce Wayne. All for a gala hosted by the Wayne family.

You turned to look at Jason. “If this is a dream. Don’t wake me.” You said with a laugh.

“That makes two of us.” Jason said smirk as he leaned forward to capture your lips into his.

[thesandsofelsweyr]

THE FINAL TESTAMENT OF JASON PETER TODD

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Now it all made sense. The bath, the haircut, the script, the suit, the camera… Joker was going to send a video to Batman, and Batman was gonna know that Robin was a traitor, that Bruce was justified when he picked a new kid for the job instead of rescuing the old one.

《RATING》 Teen 《WORDS》 1,544

《CHARACTERS》 Jason Todd/Robin, Joker, Bruce Wayne (mentioned)

《TROPES》 Heavy Angst

《WARNINGS》 Implied/Referenced Torture, Self-Loathing, Swearing

《SERIES》 Part 5 of My Arkhamverse, Part 5 of Ruined

《TAGLIST》 @aaliyah-wayne @ladytauria @betty-1880 @deans-spinster-witch @hlg8 @plantixst

《NOTES》

This is the final flashback scene from Jason's POV.

This is actually the prologue to an upcoming fic, but I felt like it worked better as a standalone (when you see the tags for the upcoming fic you’ll understand 🤡)

Shoutout to @1dragon-mustard1 for beta-ing this for me 🥰

If you enjoy the read please kudos, comment, and reblog 💚

《 READ ON AO3 》 (excerpt below the cut)

He was back in the suit.

Sure, it was nice to be dressed in something more than a pair of ragged boxer briefs, but why couldn’t it have been anything other than this goddamned suit. The Clown had had the suit for days/weeks/months now; the least he could’ve done was wash it. But no, dried blood still stained the chestpiece a darker shade of red, the green undersuit still reeked of an amalgam of bodily fluids.

He’d lost so much weight in this shithole that the suit barely fit him now. But in truth, had this suit ever really fit him? He was nothing but a thug, a loser, a corner boy from the streets of Crime Alley; a wannabe gangster, like his deadbeat dad, the bastard he’d helped send to an early grave. Robin doesn’t sell his own blood to the mob. Robin doesn’t sneak off to murder a man. Robin doesn’t get his dumbass captured by that very same man. He should never have donned this suit. It was meant for a better man than he ever was, a better man than he could ever dream of being.

He’d had a sackful of cash that day, had thrown the cops. He should’ve kept walking, should’ve minded his own business as usual. Instead he’d decided to play the hero for some damn reason. If he hadn’t dragged Batman to safety, he might’ve moved from the corner to a crew, or maybe he’d wound up in a ditch with his head blown off. Either way, he wouldn’t be here suffering every day of his life, wouldn’t have been reduced to a psycho’s sniveling pet.

I wish I’d never met Bruce Wayne…

Sweat was pouring off him as he sat simmering under the heat of the two spotlights Joker had his goons wheel in. He was parked in a new storage room. All the junk had been hauled out—wheelchairs, gurneys, screens, metal tables, assorted medical equipment—everything except the spotlights, his wooden chair from the torture chamber, a single flickering candle at his feet, and a video camera atop a tripod. An attempt to disguise his location, he presumed. A waste of time. No one was looking for him. No one cared if he lived or died.

The Clown was behind the camera, muttering about wires and other shit Jason couldn’t care less about. He sat as straight as his ruined shoulders would allow (which was to say, hunched over like an old man) and stared down at the cracked black-and-white tiles while he waited for the camera to start rolling. He’d rehearsed this scene with Joker many times, always with a cattle prod on hand to make certain he didn’t forget his lines. He tried to ignore the panic rising inside him, tried concentrating on his breathing instead. This video was certain to end up in Batman’s hands. He had no intention of showing Bruce who he truly was: a terrified little coward, the Clown’s despicable creature.

Soon would be the moment of truth. “His name. Tell me.” Each time they rehearsed Joker would shock him with the prod before he could answer. But it was showtime now. Would he betray his former partner to the Clown? The man who’d scooped him up off the street, who’d given him a home, a family, a chance at a better life? The man who’d adopted him, who’d actually believed in him? Bullshit. He never believed in you. You were a stopgap. A charity case, that’s all you ever were to the man. Another PR stunt for Gotham’s sweetheart Bruce Wayne.

“Man alive, you gotta be crazy to figure these newfangled gadgets out, am I right?” Joker’s nasally voice cut through his thoughts, which was good. He needed to be ready to perform at his best. If he fucked this up, there’d be more pain waiting for him. He just wanted to get this over with so he could crawl back into his photo-covered corner and maybe, if he was lucky, snatch an hour or two of restless sleep before it all began again.

“All right, I think I got it!” Joker exclaimed, and Jason’s heart crawled into his throat. “Just act natural, kid. You’re going to be my shining star! Now,

“three…

“two… 

“one…

“action!”

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[klbwriting]

Not Romeo, Not Juliet

Chapter 11: Enrage It

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: violence, blood, the usual

Summary: Jason goes looking for YN

Taglist: @amberpanda99

Let grief / Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it

— MACBETH, ACT 4 SCENE 3

Jason couldn’t do this alone. He knew he would need Dick’s help, but he wasn’t sure if Dick would do it. For the first time since he had come out of the pit he considered turning towards Old Gotham, towards Wayne Manor, towards Bruce and Batman and all the pain that would be involved with seeing his father again. He kept driving, hoping that Dick wouldn’t make him to go back there, not yet. He would do it for YN, but he desperately wanted to wait, to not be so scattered and angry and terrified when he saw Bruce again. By the time he got back Dick was already up and dressed in his Nightwing getup.

“Dick…” Jason said softly. His brother walked over and hugged him, Jason sagging against him as he let go, just a little bit.

“I’m not going to let her get hurt, no matter who she is she’s innocent right now,” he said. Jason nodded.

“She’s not going to be Maroni’s heir…” Jason said, trying to make sure Dick understood. He held up a hand.

“Not now, let’s get her safe first and then we can talk about it,” he said. Jason went to the loft, getting his gear. “I know the dock she’s in well,” Dick said when he rejoined him in the living room. “Falcone likes it because its just an open warehouse, you can hear pretty much everything in there. The last time I had to deal with a hostage situation there he had them in the middle of the room, tied to a chair, no surprise bombs or anything. He is probably hoping to get the money before Batman shows up, but we are the only ones who know about YN’s disappearance so we can get there first, no crossfire between Falcone and Maroni and no Batman to bring up our traumatic past.” Jason’s mouth quirked up a little at Dick’s joke.

“She doesn’t know about my whole Red Hood thing,” Jason said. Dick nodded.

“Red Hood? That is so much better than Red Helmet, I’m going to get that spreading online before the end of the day,” Dick said, grabbing some gear from a wall safe. Jason put on his helmet and they headed down to the garage to get their bikes. “Before we go, one question, how did you explain getting shot?”

“I didn’t, she was stitching me and then you came in so didn’t really get around to telling her why I had a hole in me,” he said, climbing on his bike. “Should I tell her?” “I have no idea, that will depend on how you feel about her knowing, but let’s worry about that after we rescue her,” Dick said. Jason started his bike and then headed towards the docks.

Dick was right about the warehouse, no matter what Jason did he was loud, so he decided to just go in guns blazing. He would go in while Dick would get YN. Jason wanted to be the person to free her and get her out, but he worried that the rage that was filling him would cause him to screw up, to hurt her somehow, so he was trusting Dick. Jason walked in the front of the warehouse, seeing YN tied to a chair, face bloody, eyes dazed, probably concussed. Falcone was standing over her, asking her a question.

“Go fuck yourself,” she answered, spitting blood in his face. He slapped her, drawing a yelp from her that set Jason’s blood on fire. His vision was tunneling, fists clenched tight in his gloves. Falcone had six guys with him, but Jason wasn’t worried, he didn’t really feel anything other than wrath. He was death incarnate, and he would be taking his fair share of flesh today.

“Who are you?” Falcone asked. Jason just cocked his head to the side, drawing out the gun that Dick didn’t know he had. He wasn’t going to let himself get shot again, wasn’t bringing knives to gun fights again. He fired at the first two gangsters that ran at him, possibly killing them, he wasn’t honestly sure. Falcone waved a hand for the rest of this guys to attack, two had handguns and fired but Dick had lent him some Kevlar, so he just grunted, pushing through the pain and pulling out one of his knives. The first guy to reach him received a stab to the shoulder, Jason twisting the knife and yanking up, slicing through the tendons and muscles. The thug fell, gripping the wound while Jason moved on to the next attacked, backhanding him in the face with his gun, knocking to the ground and firing into his leg. Now there were two left, still trying to shoot him as he moved. He headbutted one before turning to the other and shooting him also in the knee. Just Falcone now.

. “What do you want?” he asked, stepping in front of his hostage, trying to put on a brave face. He must be hoping that Maroni would arrive, and Jason would get distracted. But no one was coming. Jason held his gun to Falcone’s head.

“How much will you give me to let you keep breathing?” Jason asked seeing Dick sneaking behind Falcone, freeing YN.

“Anything, I have endless cash, you want a million? Two million?” the boss answered, voice cut with slight hysteria. Jason chuckled, the sound coming out static and strangely horrifying over the modulator.

Dick and YN were out the back, the door loud enough to make Falcone turn around. Jason didn’t wait, firing into the side of the man’s head. He wasn’t ever going to use YN again. The rage slowly left Jason as he headed out of the warehouse. He looked at himself, his knife, the gun. What had happened? Everything was hazy now, like he’d been outside of himself. He looked back at the carnage behind him, groans of pain, heard the sirens nearby. He needed to get away, but where? Where could he go after causing this destruction? He got on his bike and just started driving.

Dick had panicked when he dropped YN off and Jason didn’t show. He had been sure that Jason would go right to the apartment after changing, but it had been over an hour since she had gotten home, and he still wasn’t around. He sighed, going and changing himself, coming back to the apartment and knocking. YN answered with a knife. He actually chuckled a little.

“I heard about you getting taken, I was going to come offer assistance but it's clear someone else already did,” he said. She opened the door and let him in. “Have you seen Jason?”

“No, my mom said he came by earlier, I don’t know where he went,” she said. Dick nodded.

“He called me, I called the police, how did they get you back so fast?” he asked. She shrugged, looking to the side, clearly trying to come up with some sort of excuse.

“Don’t know, I was passed out from what Falcone did,” she said. Dick nodded. “I might know where Jason is, can you stay with my mom? I’m worried my…father, might come.” He nodded again. “I’ll call you if I find him.”

She wound around the same couple blocks a few times, wondering if Dick would follow her, but she didn’t think so, maybe her mom being sick was helping. Who leaves a sick woman home alone after her daughter was just kidnapped and saved by vigilantes? One of them being her boyfriend. She knew it was Jason who came to save her, could tell in the way he walked, in the swing of his shoulders, the way his body went rigid when he felt anger. She had memorized Jason Todd over the last few months, expecting him to vanish as soon as school was over, leaving her with nothing but memories, so she made sure she would never forget a single thing about him. She could now add the memory of him coming to find her, distracting Falcone while Nightwing, who she was assuming was Dick, came to the rescue.

She slid out of the dumbwaiter into the basement playground to the welcome sight of Jason laying on top of the monkey bars, staring at the ceiling. His helmet was on the ground, along with his jacket and the bullet proof vest he had been wearing. He didn’t move as she approached so she assumed he had fallen asleep. She picked up the helmet and banged it on the bars a couple times, the ringing enough to jar him to life. He sat up and almost got stuck between bars. He looked at her and she waved the helmet at him.

“Fuck…” he muttered, jumping down and taking it out of her hands. “Well, guess this secret is out.”

“It was out the moment you walked into that warehouse; you know that you have a slight limp, right?” she asked. It wasn’t super noticeable, but Jason had taken a bad fall off a rooftop once, shattered his ankle. He was still able to do anything that required his legs but even the Lazarus Pit couldn’t erase four years of walking weird. “You saved me.” She reached out, moving to hug him but he pulled back like she’d struck him. “Jason?”

“Why would you want to touch me after seeing what I did?” he asked, tossing the helmet down. She looked confused. “I killed a few of those guys, I killed Falcone without a second thought, I’m a murderer.”

“I’m sorry that you killing the guys who took me hostage and beat me really doesn’t make you the bad guy,” she said. “I mean look at me…” She peeled off her jacket, pulled her hair up, she was covered in contusions, and cuts. “They dragged me down my apartment stairs by my ankles, my brain is probably just a step above goo at this point. I honestly wish you would have killed all of them.” He frowned.

“That’s something Maroni would say…”

“O fucking hell, don’t you dare act like me being angry at those men and being glad they’re dead puts me on the same level as my asshole father. You were the one person I thought would understand that just because I’m happy those guys who were all terrible, are dead wouldn’t make me a bad person,” she said. Jason looked down, years of Bruce’s talks about the importance of all lives conflicting with the feelings of the moment. “You are a hero Jason; you came to get me when no one else would. Falcone has done nothing but terrorize the Narrows for years and you have now stopped him. Don’t you dare think that you’re anything less than a savior.” She took his face in her hands, gently tracing the scar on his face. “I know its hard, what you did, and I thank you for doing something that is clearly difficult, but you should not be angry at yourself for this, you can be angry at them for taking me, you can be angry at me for being taken, but not at yourself for saving me.” Jason finally gave in, pulling her close to him, breathing in her essence, her very being.

“I love you, I’m sorry it took me so long to find you,” he whispered. She held him as he let the tension he had been feeling. God he was going to need so much more therapy after today, but right now he was able to let it go and just revel in the moment, the rage was gone and all that he felt now was peace.

[sassydefendorflower]

for the reverse tropes - I would love to see some bat related nursing home au, that just sounds amazing lol

"If you steal my favorite checkers game one more time, Hood, I will personally make sure the staff finds your switchblades."

Dick "Nightwing" Grayson leaned back in the most comfortable armchair in the common room of the Batmania Nursing Home in Gotham City. Across the table sat Jason Todd, often referred to as Red Hood, since - according to his own fairy tales - he used to be a feared gangster, back before the second hip replacement and the accident on the ice skating rink.

"As if. Nobody's afraid of you, twinkletoes. Just because you used to do gymnastics... doesn't mean jackshit now." Jason pointed the cane leaning next to Dick's chair, an elegant thing made from mahogany, it's handle shaped like a bird about to take flight.

"Gentleman, let's try to get along, yes? Anyone up for a game of chess?" Barbara Gordon's white hair was bound back into a stern up-do, the young nurse wheeling her towards the table barely visible in the presence of Batmania's very own Oracle. Rumor had it that there was nothing Barbara didn't know - and so far that had held true.

"I don't think we have time for chess today, Babs."

"Why? Are you scared, Grayson?"

"No, today is Thursday."

"Ah, you're right." Barbara smiled, all three of them having come into the common room for a reason after all. Jason had even put down his book (some brick by David Graeber), another weapon surely hidden somewhere on his body, in anticipation of what was to come.

Because on Thursdays all three of them welcomed their favorite visitor.

Young Timothy Drake, almost twenty by now. He'd started coming around some years ago, as an afterschool project his parents signed him up to, and now he visited once a week just to see his three favorite old-timers.

And it was quite obvious why they enjoyed his presence so much.

He talked to them.

Better yet, he told them stories.

"Okay, so last time I was here, Red Hood had just returned from the dead to lay claim on Gotham and take revenge on Batman, yes?"

"Finally someone appreciates how badass I am."

"You're not, Todd."

Dick grinned, leaning forward as if to hear Tim better, even though his hearing hadn't left him yet. Jason flipped him off, not daring to loudly interrupt again out of fear that Tim would stop his story.

"Well, the Red Hood is certainly trying to appear daunting in this particular story."

"And where am I in this, Tim?"

"Oh, Oracle is busy in her tower. Have I never told you about the Birds of Prey?"

Timothy Drake was smiling, the rapt attention of his audience invigorating. Barbara shook her head, and he took her hand, ready to guide her into the favorite part of this majestic and heroic universe he had created specifically for them:

Batman. Nightwing. Red Hood. Robin. And, of course, Oracle.

A story just for them.

~

I hope you enjoyed that :D It was certainly fun to come up with!!!! And thank you so much!! <3 <3 <3

(send me a Reverse Trope Writing Prompt with a fandom and a set of characters and I'll write something small for you)

[fernacular]

Could you tell us more about your version of batman? Maybe the batfam too? Boop!

I can try! To be honest I don't have a ton to say, im not the most knowledgeable when it comes to the Lore(tm) and I'm mostly making stuff up with each drawing I do, whatever makes the initial concept or joke work.

So what I have is this:

He's not physically powerful but he has a lot of speed, flexibility and endurance and mostly focuses on avoiding fights and being a good detective, and when a fight is unavoidable he leans a lot on technology and being a pragmatic fighter so he can take people down quick with minimal risk. I don't know much about martial arts but his fighting style is probably similar to Akido?

The Joker is less of a huge villain, I have nothing against the character I just feel like he gets leaned on too much in batman stories, like an overexposure thing. He was a gangster with a gimmick who become a problem every once in a while but he was never Batman's arch nemesis. (That would be two-face, they got the most personal history). After the Jason Todd of it all Bruce stuck him down a stinky hole and no one liked him enough to help him get out.

There's not actually a huge age gap between Bruce and Dick, only about ten years, and the father/son relationship is getting slightly more awkward as time goes on. Like it's one thing for a 22 year old telling a twelve year old what to do, pretty different when it's a 35 year old trying to lecture a 25 year old. Dick respects Bruce immensely but he's getting frustrated with Bruce not seeing them as peers yet, and it's part of why Dick has physically distanced himself. (Some familial relationships improve so much when you live in different cities)

He's in an on-and-off again relationship with Selina, who has her own apartment but splits her time between it and the Wayne manor when they're on, and sometimes even off (Alfred usually let's her in regardless, when she feels like using the front door). They're just two very independent people who do love each other but every so often need their space and don't know how to communicate that constructively.

What else what else... Babs is Oracle but her spine was injured in a different way, probably while kicking ass and saving lives.

Bruce is better friends with Diana than he is Clark because Clark has a little bit of a country chip on his shoulder when it comes to wealthy property owners and Bruce isn't jazzed about the press. Its getting better with time though!

Bruce is very good at masking (I mean, clearly, he has to fool everyone with Brucie after all) but his relaxed affect is very blunt and not outwardly emotional. This does not mean he's always brooding or overly serious, he just has resting bitch face and his sense of humor is very dry. His family can read him pretty well but most other people just assume he's perpetually pissed.

Uuuuh thats all I can think of off the top of my head, hope you like it!

Also boop

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hey, this might be too specific, but I was thinking Jason Todd with a top male reader older than Jason (like sugar daddy ;) lol just kidding but let it be like 30-40 years and that he has more experience than Jason with weapons and stuff

Jason Todd x older male reader

Headcanons

Jason is in his early 20s in this whilst the reader is around 40. I might have taken the sugar daddy part and ran with it lmao.

-          You were called Black Demise, because you wore mainly black and dark colors and the fact that no one ever saw you coming.

-          You had been in the killing business for at least 20 years now, having run with the likes of Deathstroke when you first started out. The two of you were still friends somewhat, but you didn’t communicate as much anymore since you were both busy.

-          Meeting Red Hood was a coincidence. The Outlaws had appeared during one of your contracts, apparently having the same target as you did. Of course you didn’t let them get the target and killed them first, much to The Outlaws annoyance who tried to fight you.

-          Your many years of experience made it quite easy to take them down though, and at one point you had Red Hood pinned on his back, sat on his waist and holding his arms above his head. He had tried in vain to buck you off, but you just pressed down harder on top of him.

-          You couldn’t keep the chuckle from leaving your lips when you felt hardness against your ass, deciding to press down harder against him and grinding your hips back and forth a few times just to tease the younger man.

-          When the fight had left him and Red Hood was just wriggling and trying to hump up against you, letting out choked keens and whimpers, you released his hands, took his jaw between your fingers, and told him to come find you some time.

-          And before he could react you were gone, having tucked a card with your number in his jacket before disappearing into the wind.

 -          Jason had immediately looked into you when he got home from the mission. You were less known than Deathstroke, but just as skilled if not more. You were only less known because you stayed hidden unlike the other man.

-          Jason couldn’t help but wriggle his hips to adjust to the heat that gathered in his crotch at the memory of you, holding your card between his fingers as he debated on contacting you.

-          One thing led to another, and he messaged you, using some bullshit excuse about wanting to learn about weapons from you and how to deal with them effectively. You of course knew It was just an excuse but went anyways.

-          Getting into Gotham was never hard, you just needed to know how to stick to the shadows better than the bats and you were in, you knew this because you’ve had many contracts on Gotham and other cities protected by heroes.

-          You found Jason on one of his patrols, watching from the shadows as he took down a couple of gangsters who had been trying to force kids to sell for them by the looks of it. When he was done and had returned to the rooftops, you had struck and pushed him up against the wall.

-          Jason tried to swing at forever had pinned him, but when he saw it was you the fight seemed to melt right out of him, the immediate submission making something stir in your stomach.

 -          Your relationship started out with you just guiding him, with a lot of flirting and lingering touches. You especially loved to step up behind him and press against his back, to “correct” the way he was holding specific weapons or adjust his stance.

-          Jason wasn’t super rich, since he didn’t want to rely on Bruce for anything, and you only make so much as a crime lord of Gotham who didn’t reveal their identity. And seeing as you were extremely skilled in what you did and had been doing it for so many years, you could honestly rival maybe not Bruce, but at least Oliver Queen in riches.

-          It started out as you buying Jason new weapons, armor or gear. When he tried to claim he didn’t need it, you had just taken his chin between your fingers and your thumb and told him you didn’t wanna lose your boy like that.

-          That was another thing that had happened over time, petnames. You regularly referred to Jason as your boy, your prince, your pup, your pretty boy or your personal favorite, your little one.

-          Jason had tried to complain in the beginning, but you could tell he enjoyed it just as much as you did. And over time he let you pamper him with gifts and riches. It grew on him the more it happened, and some selfish part of his chest loved the gifts and attention you gave him.

  -          When he called you daddy the first time it had been a joke, you had just gotten Jason a new helmet made of the same material as your own, and new armor made in a similar build as your own. It was like staking a claim on him to anyone who knew who you were.

-          The bat had even been removed from the chest, at Jason’s insistence. He had put on the new gear you got him and stood in front of you, twirling as if showing it off.

-          You had never asked why he wanted the bat off his chest, and when you did, he answered without thinking. “So everyone knows I belong only to you daddy” his tone was joking, but you could feel there was some truth to that.

-          It had immediately set a bright fire in your chest, and Jason froze when you got to your feet. He thought maybe you were insulted by what he said, but when you grabbed him under his thighs and lifted him up against the wall he knew better.

-          The night you had wrung him dry, first taking him against the wall in his new gear, before bending him over the couch, taking him in the kitchen, the bathroom, and the bedroom. The entire time praising him and calling him your good little boy, asking if he wanted daddy to take care of him.

-          If Jason had any neighbors they would definitely have hear him cry out for his daddy that night, and have heard how he wailed and moaned as you took him.

 -          After that night your relationship became official, you became boyfriends, but you also became his daddy and him your boy. You ended up moving him to one of the multiple apartments you owned in Gotham, like staking yet another claim on him.

-          The apartment was still close to Crime alley or was in Crime alley since that was his home and where he worked. And everyone seemed to notice the bat being removed from Red Hoods outfit and how he looked even higher quality than before.

-          Panic immediately filled the city when Black Demise started popping up, even if you weren’t as famous as Deathstroke you were still known enough to sent criminals scattering. It made things tense in the city especially when you seemed to stick around Crime Alley.

-          It created rumors that Black Demise and Red Hood were working together, especially when people noticed their gear being similar in some ways or how Black Demise would always hover over Red Hood.

-          A goon even claimed to have seen Black Demise push Red Hood up against a wall and fondle him, to which the red wearing vigilante had just thrown his head back and hung onto the other man.

-          The batfam had been shaken to their core after Jason stopped wearing the bat and had gone even lower contact than he uses too, so when they went to check his last known apartment and they saw he wasn’t there, they panicked a little.

-          It ends up being Dick who sees Jason and you, when out patrolling he sees you holding Jason against you and Jason with his arms draped over your shoulders and kicking his leg like a lovestruck fool.

 -          Dick being who he is confronts the two of you after a while, having stalked you both to make sure Jason wasn’t being forced to do anything.

-          You would most likely have known Dick because of his time with Deahtstroke, so he gives you the shovel talk and tells you to keep the killing to the downlow in Gotham and lets you two be, only after making sure Jason is safe and happy.

-          Dick goes back and reports you are an ally for Jason’s and to not worry about you. He doesn’t out your relationship to the family cuz its not his place, and Jason actually seems so happy and relaxed for the first time in who knows how long.

-          After a while the two of you start being public with your relationship, in and out of suits. You go out during the day to go to libraries or bookstores, for you to pamper Jason with some new clothes of your choosing, or to grind against each other like a lovesick pair of dogs in clubs during the night.

-          The Outlaws might be a little confused by your relationship in the beginning, but they quickly come to accept it since you both seem happy, healthy, and safe, so who are they to judge.

-          Bruce would definitely not be approving of the relationship, and it would lead to some arguments, but he has to bite it down since he doesn’t wanna drive Jason away from the family again. So, if he has to look at you and Jason acting like a pair of newlyweds so be it.

 -          Jason has most definitely gotten more comfortable being your boy, calling you daddy over personal comms during patrols when he wants to be a tease.

-          During nights when he wants you to ravage him, he wears a pair of lingerie under his clothes, rubs against you and kisses you, whimpers and whines for his daddy to touch him and love him, and when he gets you warmed up, he rushes off on patrol.

-          You have quickly figured out this tactic of his but play along, knowing it makes him even more excited and hot under the collar. Though there have been times where you have caught him before finishing patrol to take him in dark alleyways or rooftops.

-          Jason might start wearing a necklace with a lock on it or a leather choker when hes out and about, as if to show everyone he’s taken and happy about it. He would more likely wear a collar at home, that has something like “daddy’s boy” written on it or “property of Black Demise”.

-          Jason is still a big terrifying crime lord don’t get me wrong, but sometimes he just likes to crawl into his daddy’s lap and ride your thigh and have you pinch and twist his nipples until he came in his boxers.

-          Because of your relationship the Red Hod actually becomes even more skilled than before since you train him, not just in weapons though, you also train him in other spicier ways ;)

-          You two are in a very comfortable and happy relationship, and though its taken some work since Jason would struggle with communication in the beginning, you make sure to always talk through your issues and anything either of you aren’t happy with.