#jason todd x mom! reader

[morgansunflower]

Our Home & Our Hearts

Bruce Wayne X Wife! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, blood, injuries and angst

Words:1430

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V. Grayson and Jason are 2 years apart. Dick is 14 Jason is 12.

Dick is deeply concerned for his friend who is left without a, home. Which leads to Grayson being there when Joker tries to kill Jason.

Dick plops his school backpack on the counter. Instead of a smile that the weekend was here, he let out a troubled sigh. He hadn't seen Jason in 2 weeks. He hated he was living on the streets and he was stubborn to let, him help him.

"is everything alright Master Richard?" Alfred asked

The kind butler had certainly took notice that the young man has been uncharacteristically quiet since he picked him up from school.

"I'm totally whelmed" Grayson said forcing a smile

Patrol was... stressful. Keeping secrets made him extra tense which brought in much unintended distance between him and his, parents. He hated not telling them about Jason. He knew his parents were not going to let the kid stay on his own. Which would ultimately lead to them adopting Jason. Was he ok with that? Would he be a good big brother?

As the family returned from patrol Dick planned to tell them goodnight quickly. He was going to sneak out to find Jason again... Maybe bring him some snacks and some games..

"ok good nigh--" Y/N put her hand up

"hold on there a minute young man we need to talk" she ordered with a kind tone.

The blue eyed teenager panicked "I'm not hiding anything! I didn't do anything! It's not my fault! I have been good! I've behaved!"

"Grayson calm down son" Bruce said with a small smile. He was humored by his son's quick needless defense and insistence, he had done no wrong

"you're not in trouble kiddo. We just wanted to say if there is something you're going through.. We're here for you" she smiled softly to her boy.

Dick tried to keep his heart from falling to his gut. Secrets always made him feel sick and anxious. He promised but... But Jason deserved a family.

"my friend Jay" he informed. To which his mother nodded. He sighed "Jason's mom overdosed and his dad is in jail. I have been trying to find him for 2 weeks now.." Grayson blurted out.

Y/N felt sick to her gut as she feels the need to rush to Jason and make sure he's OK ".. 2 weeks"

.....

Jason had his arms folded annoyed he had been caught by the Bat. He almost had the tire. He could've traded it for a bike or some food. As he parks Jason jumps out with Bruce. Dick rushed to his friend stunned he was really here. Jason stared quite confused why Robin was concerned for him.

"you're OK! How you doing kid? I was so worried about you-- I mean I saw, you roaming the streets all alone" Grayson wanted to hit himself for giving himself away.

"I'm fine" he rolled his eyes "seriously" Jason scoffed connecting that Dick is Robin and Batman.. Is Bruce Wayne which also meant Y/N was H/N.

Y/N stepped in, wearing her H/N uniform, seeing Batman with Robin and Jason. She sighed relieved. He's OK without a scratch.

"hi Mrs Wayne" Jason greeted with a, smirk that, he figured it out...

"hi Jay.. You told him?" she casually asked her husband

"no your son did" Bruce said

"it's not my fault he figured it out it's not like I said my name to him" Dick defended

"you kinda gave yourself away with the needless concern for me" Jason scoffed "plus I'd recognize that tiny little voice from anywhere"

"my voice didn't crack that time!!" Dick said offended.

That night for the first time in such a very long time.. Jason had a bath, ate a good dinner and had fresh change of clothes. The boy's played video games together for hours. Y/N and Bruce look in the room seeing them both asleep.

"he needs to be cared for Bruce. We can't just leave send him to a orphanage" she said holding his hand. "how, do you feel?.."

"our home and our hearts are big enough for more" he said with a soft smile kissing her head.

.....

2 years later a tragedy struck that could have ended a tremendously amount worse.

Grayson hears a slight sound from a heart monitor. He'd heard one so many times throughout his life, he recognized the sound of it instantly, like he could recognize the sound of Bruce's grunt with his eyes closed. He feels the bandages covering his burned and bloody skin.

Bruce had been sick with fear. He knew he would wake up but to see his eyes open. He was overwhelmed with relief.

Dick's relaxed face becomes clenched as he then feels pain. The cracked rib from the crowbar. The headache from the excessive blows. His legs are in so much agony from being battered and the explosion. What made his, gut twist and his heart break was that Jason was in pain just as he is.

Dick relaxes his face "hmm" why was it so hard to talk "Jay o-OK?" Dick asked

"your brother is recovering in his room. Your mom is with him. Are you thirsty?" Bruce asked him

Dick nodded Bruce takes a cup that had a, straw and puts it to Grayson's mouth. The older teenager drank the water. As he finished he rested his head back.

Grayson tightly closes his eyes from emotion rather than physical pain.. He had his fair share of brushes of death but this.. This was different. He really thought that he wasn't going to make it and to have Jason with him. Looking at him like he needed protection. He felt responsible for Jay almost getting killed. Had he been stronger. Had he been faster. Bruce must've wished Dick had been better Robin.. A better big brother.. A better son. His lips tremble.

Bruce's heart breaks for his son. He gently rubbed his temple surprising Dick.

"it's natural for you to feel shame for what happened son, but don't for a second think I'm ashamed of you"

Dick was not the only one crying. Jason was being held by his, mother as she cried with him. She tried to be careful with his bandaged wounds and the electrodes from the heart monitor, as she gently rubs his forehead.

"I c-could've g-gotten him killed" Jason stuttered shutting his eyes tightly as his guilt ate at him

"baby, baby don't you dare blame yourself. We all make, mistakes but Dick is OK and so are you. He doesn't blame you. He loves you"

Bruce and Y/N had now swapped places with their sons. Bruce was, laying on the bed with Jason resting on his chest asleep. Superman had head of his godsons current state and promised to look after Gotham until they recover.

As much as it was destroying his heart his boys were hurt it was nice to spending so much time with them. Though it also brought guilt that he had not spent more time with them, the times when everything was, ok.

Y/N laid beside Grayson, has he rested his head on her shoulder she was holding onto him. Just like his was, a little boy again. Right now he felt like he was so small. She held her son comforting him in a mothering love.

That morning Bruce and Jason sit together eating breakfast. The door opens gently to reveal two faces Jason genuinely missed.

"care if we join you for breakfast?" Y/N said as, she pushes the handles of Dick's wheelchair.

"D-Dick!" Jason cried sounding more excited to see his big brother than he wanted to.

"hey Jay!" he takes a shallow breath feeling sick how little of Jason's skin was without a, bandage "how you doin' kiddo?"

"I..." Jason felt his guilt hit harder to his gut seeing Dick in so much pain "you look pretty beat up"

"you don't look too bad yourself little bird" Grayson laughs

Grayson touched Jason's arm holding it Jay did the, same to his big brothers arm. Jason cursed his tears unable to hold them back.

"I should've listen to you" he slurred still pained to speak and was quite emotional to.

Dick go's back to that moment of him telling Jason not to pursuit Joker and then Grayson went after him. Which resulted in Joker taking them both.

"yeah, but it's OK. I'm not mad at you for thinking you were strong enough and I am so sorry it happened like this"

"me too"

Every year on the anniversary of their brush of death.. Dick make sure he calls, Jason to talk to his little brother and every time Jay acts immensely annoyed.. Though Dick knows the truth.

[indulgentdaydream]

Bliss and Misery

Dad!Jason Todd x Fem!Mom!Reader || Angst; Hurt/No Comfort || Word Count: 1,643

Warnings: dead dove.

i know how much you guys love my domestic!jason fics :3 so here's this one that's been bouncing around in my mind:

The morning sun stretched its fingers, slowly finding its way centimetre by centimetre in order to reach into the small apartment bedroom. The soft warmth spread over Jason's face, giving him a slow and subtle wake-up call.

Jason almost doesn't want to wake up. The plush covers are pulled up to his shoulders. One arm lays over his stomach, resting against the cotton fabric. The other stuffed underneath the pillow, beside his head. He hasn't even opened his eyes yet, but he can feel your presence beside him.

Slowly, he blinks, adjusting to the daylight. He pulls his hand out from under the pillow and runs it across his face. He vaguely remembered something about needing to be up for something. Something about helping Dick with something or another.

He turned his head to the left and all possible worries about sleeping vanished when his eyes found you.

Jason couldn't help but smile. The sight of his girl curled up in the sheets beside him making him feel warmer than the sun ever could. You looked as completely at peace as he felt in the moment. The sunlight stretched over you, as well, illuminating every feature of yours. All of which he loved without a second thought.

Loved as if it was second nature.

As if it was breathing itself.

Here, with the comforter pulled up to your chin, face squished against the pillow, and a small pile of dried drool forming on it, you were safe. He was safe.

You were safe and he was safe and this was everything he had ever wanted to give you.

Peace. Safety. Comfortability.

Love.

He takes the hand resting across his stomach and reaches out to you. There was a stray lock that had fallen out of place. He wanted to fix it for you before it could wake you out of annoyance.

Then he heard the quick padding of feet coming down the hallway.

It filters in through the bedroom door, left open a crack, getting louder with each little slap of a bare foot rushing down the hall. Jason smiles at the sound.

Obviously, he's not the only one awake.

From where he's laying, Jason can only see the top of the door. He listens as the padding feet stop right outside of it, before it begins to slowly creak open. Jason pushes up onto his elbows to get a better look.

There's a small face poking their head around the door, a curious look on their face as they peer up at the bed, trying to determine if their parents are awake. As soon as Jason's head comes up into their view, a large, bright, slightly toothy smile spreads across their whole face.

Jason holds a finger to his lips as your shared toddler pushes the door open the rest of the way. Luckily, it doesn't bang loud enough to wake you up.

"Come to my side," Jason whispers.

The sound of quick padding feet picks up again. Jason lays his head back against his pillow. He gets a second more of peace before there's a small head, covered with dense, black curls, that's appearing next to him, barely visible over the edge of the bed. Next, there's tiny hands. They're reaching up and gripping at the blanket, attempting to pull themself up, only to no avail.

Jason turns and reaches down. He lifts them up with no effort, sitting them onto his chest. His voice is groggy, still full of sleep, as he whispers "Hiya, baby."

A fit of giggles rings throughout the room. His baby leans forward. Two hands settle on either side of Jason's cheeks. His baby grins at him still, two eyes staring into his own, matching ones, and matches his whisper, "Daddy."

Jason chuckles to himself. He gently grabs his toddler's hands, pressing kisses and pretending to nibble on the little, pudgy fingers.

Another round of giggles sound out, a bit louder than before.

You shuffle in your sleep, a small puff of air leaving your lips. The movement grabs the attention of both your baby and your husband.

Your baby flops down, suddenly, off of Jason's chest. They land between you two, on the mattress. One pudgy hand is pushing themself up, the other reaching out to your face, instead. Their whispering voice calls out, "Mommy!"

Jason turns onto his side, facing you, and pulls them back. He gently holds them to his chest with an arm around them, “Shhh," He whispers into their ear, "Mommy’s sleeping.”

"Mommy s'eeping.”

Jason laughs quietly smiling as their baby looks back up at him with that same, bright grin. They look up at him with your eyes, before looking back at you.

...

Your eyes?

Jason shuffles lower in the bed, putting his face next to his baby’s. All four of their eyes are focused on you.

“Isn’t she so pretty?" He whispers, "Look at how pretty Mommy is.”

You look so peaceful. So cozy. So beautiful. With the blanket wrapped around you, your limbs comfortably spread out. Your entire life right in front of you, yet you were blissfully unaware.

“Pretty,” Their baby whispers.

Jason grins, patting their stomach, “Yes. She’s very pretty isn’t she?” Jason lets go of their baby, “Go wake her up.”

Their baby squeals out a fit of giggles again. They immediately crawl forward between the small space. Their hands come down quick, making Jason flinch in preparation for the accidental blow, but they land gently on your face. Their lips come down to messily kiss your closed eyelid.

“Mommy,” they whisper loudly.

You let out a small groan. Your baby grins, gently patting your cheek. You peer one eye open, "What is it?"

Jason grins wide, his hand coming over to smooth over your upper arm through the blanket, “The wake up call came in.”

Their baby sat back on the mattress as you lifted your head, “So you were the first victim," your eyes squinted at the morning light coming in through the window behind Jason, "and you just let ‘em continue their rampage?”

Their baby scoots down to lay between their parents, their face level between theirs, still smiling and happy as could be.

“I was already awake,” Jason smiles, “I let you have five more minutes before the attack began.”

You hum, closing your eyes again, "What a gentleman."

“Mommmmy,” your baby dragged out the word, their little hand reaching out and touching your cheek.

You hum and peak an eye open again, “I’m awake, darling.”

Jason chuckles and leans over, “You better be. We’ve obviously slept in enough according to the little one."

You let out a small laugh. He presses a light kiss to your lips.

A small squeal sounds.

Jason looks down at the look of betrayal on their toddler’s face. Their little hands raise up in question. It makes him laugh wholeheartedly.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he leans back down to the toddler instead. You're laughing with him, “Are you feeling left out?”

Jason kisses their cheek. You lean in and kiss their other cheek.

Jason looks back at you, a warm smile on his face. He begins to reach his hand out to cup your face.

His phone starts to ring.

He frowns. You aren't reacting. Neither is your toddler.

His hand hits the pillow where your head should be.

The sheets are cold.

The room is dark. It’s the middle of the night.

There’s no one in front of him. It’s just him in his empty, cold, uncomfortable bed.

There's no warmth. No sunlight. No comfortable blanket. No padding little feet.

No you.

He sits up, throwing his feet over the side of the bed, tossing the covers off of himself. He rubs a hand over his face. One glance at his phone shows that it’s Dick calling. No chance he’s picking up.

Not now.

Jason holds his head in his hands.

Why did he ever break up with you?

To protect you from himself, of course. All he had wanted to give you.

Peace. Safety. Comfortability.

and...

Love.

The phone stopped ringing. A moment later, it started up again.

His life is dangerous. He was dragging you down. You were better off without him. You had the chance to choose a different path than he had.

A path that lowered your chance of sudden death just by association.

But… if that’s the life that he could’ve had with you… a life he hadn’t fully considered himself ever being able to have…

God.

Why did he ever leave?

The sight of that little smile, held in his arms, lit up by the morning light, made his stomach churn so violently he almost darted to the bathroom.

What would their name have been? He didn't know the gender in the dream.

He would have let you name them. He was never good with names.

He thought back on their eyes. He would have wanted them to have your eyes. He would have wanted them to have every single one of your features. It was always easier to those who were as gorgeous as you. Even if you rarely believed him when he tried to convince you that you are.

The phone stopped ringing again.

A text came through. You promised.

Yeah, The image of you laying in the bed, your toddler laying beside you, both smiling up at him, flashed through Jason's mind, I did promise her, didn't I?

Jason lifts his head, shaking it a little to clear his thoughts.

He had made his bed, and now he was laying in it. And it wasn't the one that had you and your shared child in it.

He picked up the phone, cleared his throat, and redialed.

He ignored the tears still falling down his face.

And the sight of your contact that was still favourited.

my bad guys I was in a mood...

[kayadrake123]

Y/N, leaving after an argument: Ok well then fuck you!

Any of the Batfam members: Wait, where are you going?

Y/N, beyond mad: To your mom’s house.

Batfam member:

Y/N:

Y/N: I’m sorry, that slipped out.

[yandereforme]

Yan Batfam x Singer! Single mom! Martha lookalike! Reader

( I know it’s a lot but they are all important to the plot)

Part 1:Beginnings and first encounters

You are Bruce’s bio daughter. Your mom, who didn’t know who the father of her kid was, gave you up to your aunt to be raised by them, but you didn’t know until your adoptive parent’s funeral that you weren’t their biological daughter. You had twins recently with a shitty ex of yours who you broke up with not long before the funeral after he tried to hurt your daughter for crying.

After the funeral, where you learn that your bio mom wasn’t sure who your bio dad was, but that she knew he lived in Gotham, you decide to move to Gotham. In part due to your biological father, in part due to avoiding your ex(who had refused to be listed on the birth certificate since you gave birth during a break in your relationship), and in part due to the basically free house your bio mom had owned in Gotham. So, you moved with the twins to an abandoned, slightly dilapidated house just outside of Crime Alley, and got yourself to work.

You got a job at the Ice berg Lounge, in part due to there being an opening, and in part due to you helping two women who worked there who apparently worked right under Mr. Cobblepot?

You quickly got a reputation as a singer with a knack for knowing just what song fit a customer. It was a bit of a game between you and the other workers, where they would point out a person and you would sing a song based on their vibes. You always managed your hit home with your songs, leading to you becoming one of the most popular performers at the Iceberg Lounge.

That’s what leads to Red Hood coming in one night. He had heard about you from a few of his men, and wanted to know what all the hype was about.(This take place after the Red Hood arc, where he has already been established as a crime boss and the Batfamily know his identity, but he hasn’t made up with any of them)

Cobblepot asked you to sing a song for Red, and pointed him out to you. You knew who he was, you were just outside his area, and honestly you kind of liked what he was doing for the community, so you were willing to preform, even offering to sing two songs about him(something you had only done a few times with regulars who you really liked.

Jason accepted. You started off with You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid by The Offspring. You didn’t usually do a lot of rock songs, but that song resonated with you when you looked at him.(Jason loved the song. It was angry but fighting music, and your voice was really good. He understood why so many of his men praised your music(he just couldn’t understand why you looked so familiar))

The next song was different. You didn’t usually sing two songs, and the few times you did, people tended to vary reactions, from shock to anger to accidentally setting off a break down. But you had promised. You just hoped Red Hood wouldn’t hate you for the next song(you didn’t understand why it felt so right to sing the next song, when it didn’t seem like a Red Hood song, but you didn’t want to question it now.)

Then, you sang Good for you by Olivia Rodrigo, and everyone froze. (Jason didn’t know how you knew this anger of his. How did you know how he felt about Bruce replacing him? How did you know?) No one understood the song, especially when the recipient was a murderous crime boss, but they didn’t interrupt.

After you finished the song, you looked at Red Hood. He was sitting ramrod straight. You couldn’t see his face, but his posture was very tense. Slowly, he stood up, and walked to the stage. You didn’t know what you expected, but it wasn’t for him to drop $200 in your tip jar, and leave without a word.(Jason’s head was spinning. The green wasn’t invading, but it surrounded the edges of his vision. He needed to leave. He had to come back again, probably as a civilian, but for now, he needed to leave.)

After that, you got even more visitors, and a raise in your salary. You even made a new friend, Jason, and you were even starting to consider sending your kids to daycare instead of a baby sitter(you wouldn’t do that. You liked your arrangement with the street kids, where you would pay them in food and cash to watch your kids during the day. You liked taking care of them, but they needed to feel like they were doing stuff for you, so you didn’t make a fuss.)

Then, the Joker got out of Arkham.

Edit: I hope you guys enjoy this. This will probably be a series. I’ve had this idea for ages but never got around to it before now. This isn’t related to my Bruce or Jason series, which I will do, but I just wanted to finally put the on here. Please comment any suggestions for the kids names, or what you want to see next!

[jasontoddsdarling]

keep thinking about my fictional little family... then this drabble surrounding my dad!jason todd and mom!reader and their baby girl is born :3

the first drabble will be inspired by this video, but the opposite of what's happening there.

rora todd (my kid oc from one of my fics, link of the account is on my pinned!) cries when one day jason comes back home after like two weeks out of the country for conferences. he got himself a fortnight beard. rora will greet jason in front of the door, jason hides his face with one of souvenirs bag he got for her and boom she cries because she is like who the hell is this man? that's not my papa... and mom!reader can only hides her giggle when jason sends her a help me look. their daughter has never seen him with this kind of facial hair— at most it's only his five o'clock shadow, usually keeps his beard shaves everyday. it's understandable that little rora is confused.

it'll end up with them co-sleeping with her in their king-size bed, she's in between her parents. but instead of being in the center like usual, she clings into her mamabear's side—occasionally looking at jason and her lips trembles. her mom can only give her husband sympathetic look. though when rora falls asleep, she'll be perfectly at the center—she will roll to jason's side and her mama will scoot over to her. even after her little drama her subconscious knows she's her dad's little angel, lol. (and jason's just happy his whole world is in his embrace again after days not being with them, he missed them like crazy when he was away).

best believe though the first thing jason does in the morning is shaving his beard lol. he cannot stand the way his daughter cannot stand his beard. when rora wakes up she'll be like, "papa!" with her cute baby scream and her thousand kilowatt smile. it lights up jason's morning instantly.

[kuromitos]

Third installment of robin/civilian series or as I like to call it 'Robin giving this random mom a heart attack everytime she enters her child's room'

1, 2

Mom, thinking to herself in the kitchen: okay...my child befriended Robin. The boy wonder. The sidekick to a dangerous vigilante that fights dangerous criminals every night.

I'm worried. Should I be worried? What if we get taken hostage because they think we're close to the bat? What if they take us hostage because they think we're close to them? Or worse?

No Nicole. Don't think like that. They don't have too many friends right now so don't be judging the only one they got. Besides, he had been visiting them for a week and nothing happened. Everything's fine.

S/o: Hey mom? Where the first aid kit?

Mom: under the bathroom sink. Why? Are you OK?

S/o: I'm fine but Robin isn't. He bleeding alot.

Mom: . . . What?

S/o: yeah, when he came in the window I noticed something red on it and I saw something red leaking on the floor. Then we saw a huge cut on his side and he bleeding really bad now. I gotta go now.

Mom: oh...wait he's what!?!?

*rush to the bedroom to see *

Robin, clutching his side: hi ma'am. Sorry about the mess

Mom,ten seconds away from a heart attack but trying to stay calm:

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

POV: Jason x single mom reader?

"Mama?"

"What, baby?"

"Can I play games for a little bit?"

Jason looks up from where he was loading washing machines and smiled a little. It was an innocent exchange. As he watched you with the boy- presumably your son- touseling his hair and kissing his cheeks until he giggled. Distracting him for a second so you could get the washers started. He felt his heart melt just a little.

He'd always had a soft spot for moms and kids. Moms with rambunctious little boys especially. Maybe because he missed his mom after all this time. Maybe it was something else all together. But when you let your self be dragged to a pinball machine, Jason settles in with his book.

Listening.

The boy, he learned is called Ty. Probably short for Tyler. And he also learned that he missed his dad. Because dad hadn't called. Or showed up.

And that made Jason's heart twist. Poor kid. You were trying, so far as he could tell to cover for him. To keep your son from hearing you say bad things about his dad. Poor you.

It was enough for him to make a mental note to bring extra quarters- Just in case.

[thebluespacecow]

this is the cringe fail website, i post what i want

here's my shitty little drawing of my dc oc fuck you

it's a store, they're being domestic, i drew this right after my birthday party, i need him happy

[punkeropercyjackson]

I don't think all these simp writers are going all out like they should because well i always see them talking about loving unhinged as fuck goths who have a mean surface with hidden softness and goofy balls of sunshine that're actually huge badasses and have secret trauma and being horny over them but they never talk about Steph and Cass from Batman despite like 65% of the fan content being x Readers so if you're a self-proclaimed slut then listen to the voice of god and make good on your word.Fuck Stephanie Brown and Cassandra Cain

[xoxo-mylove]

New Beginnings

(Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader, Batmom!reader x Dick Grayson, and Batmom!reader x Jason Todd)

*EDITED*

Word count: 3,054

Synopsis: The manor feels empty, since Dick left to live on his own. Bruce is angry. (and sad) You are definitely sad. But who knew that a new beginning was waiting for them. More like, stealing from them but who cares!

Warnings: Angst, not a lot though, Fluff, SOOO FLUFFY, and Dick Grayson anger......

(*A/N: I'm not entirely accurate with the ages in this fic but it's fan fiction, soooo and anyway Dick is eight years older than Jason and probably later on I'll make them closer in age but, for now Dick left when he was 18 instead of 19 to live in Bludhaven and Jason left to live with Bruce when he was 10 instead of 11)

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The big fight.

Such a trivial thing that progressed into Dick yelling and Bruce yelling back. You weren't there, when it happened but walking into dinner that night you could feel the tension. “Okay” you say dropping your fork onto your plate and placing your elbows on the table. You could feel Alfred’s disapproval from here. “What is up with you two?” 

They turn their heads to you, in sync of course. Like father like son. Your son. Ever the drama queen answers first, “Nothings wrong mom. right dad?” You roll your eyes and glare at your son. “Richard Grayson. I can feel your sarcasm from here. Now I'll ask again, whats with you too?”

This time you direct the question towards your husband. He looks up at you with his usua blank face but only you can read the hint of sadness and hurt that coats it. Oh yeah, something definitely happened.

 “Dick, here thinks he's and adult.” 

“Well I-”

 “SO much of an adult that he thinks he's ready to go on his own.”

 You're confused. “I'm confused, do you want to move out?” you can't help but have a tint of sadness and shock in your voice, because well your baby is leaving. You should of saw it coming actually, He wasn’t going to stay here forever, I mean at first it started with him leaving at 16 to start a team.

And even that was hard for you and Bruce. The fight that caused that situation is a WHOLE other thing but moving out? You baby boy leaving your home? This was going to take some time to digest. Like you said, you should’ve seen it coming.

He was eventually...... gonna grow up and leave. Oh geez you feel like crying.

 Dick sees your sullen face and hurriedly tries to explain. “NO! I mean…yes! It’s just…well.... I'm eighteen mom. I am an adult.”

Those four words almost sent you into a spiral, so much so the sadness is evident on your face. You didn’t want to make him feel bad about wanting to leave. Oh god no, you wouldn’t and haven’t been that mom EVER to guilt trip their children into doing what they wanted to do.

It’s one of the first things you discussed with Bruce when you both first got Dick. You both never wanted to be those parents. Though it seems like Bruce has a harder time conveying the right emotions, and Dick easily gets riled up. Especially if he’s told he can’t do something he wants to do.

Ugh, like father like son.

 “See, you've upset your mother.” You hear Bruce say, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You quickly look at Dick and see the guilt creeping up all over his face and you start to reassure him that you're not upset about him leaving.

Well of course you're upset about that, but more of the fact that he’s not so little any more. That your baby boy is growing up and leaving you. But a small part that will soon blossom is happy he's finding his own way. But Bruce uses your silence as a way to egg on this already heated argument, he stands up from his chair and points a finger at Dick.

“You shouldn’t leave! You're still a kid. What you think- you think you're gonna be able to live by yourself at this age?! You don’t know a thing about living on your own.” Bruce was literally grasping at straws. Trying to find any reason to try and keep Dick here. Now you were getting angry.

Okay this has gone too far now. You know Bruce is sad that Dick is leaving and though it’s not right way to do it he chooses to express this through anger and inexcusable behavior.

 “Bruce STOP!” You exclaim, almost out of your seat.

“NO MOM it’s obviously how he feels!” you look towards Dick too see he's abandoned his food too, and is standing up from his chair. “You don’t think I can do it! Live on my own. That I'll never be anything more than Robin. Nothing more than your side kick!” 

“That is not what I said!”

“BUT ITS WHAT YOU MEANT!” 

“STOP being ridiculous Dick! I can't believe we are having this discussion right now! especially in front of your mot-” 

“ENOUGH!” their heads snap to you and immediately cower under your gaze.

They're in trouble. They both know it. Raising their voices at each other and throwing cheap shots. But their pride and their ego stop them from admitting their wrongs.

You internally sigh, sometimes it’s too much masculinity in you life.

 “What is the matter with you two, that I can't even mention the tension in the room without you wanting to scream at each other?!” Chest heaving and red in the face from anger. You sit back down, and dig back in to your pasta.

The boys stand there, confused. So confused. They glance at each other for answers, before they remember they are supposed to be mad at each other and look away. 

“uhh. mom?” you look up from your pasta to see Dick looking at you nervously. You soften your face and smile. “Sit down baby.” you turn your head to Bruce “both of you.” They both slowly sit down and dig back into their pasta. 

“Dick, do you want to move out honey?” Honey. Your nickname that’s reserved for him since he was eight years old. That simple word makes all his anger disappear and he raises his head towards you with eyes filled with guilt, like the words he’s about to say is going to make you cry. Probably will.

“I’m ready to leave mom. NOT ready to leave you guys of course, just ready to find myself? As cliche as it sounds. I just want, No... I need to be on my own.” You smile with tears in your eyes and lay your had on his cheek. With watery eyes and a wobbly happy smile. 

“Oh sweetheart, I'm not sad that you want to leave. You leaving doesn't hurt my feelings honey. I’m happy you want to find yourself. Whatever makes you happy hun I'm always going to support you.” You say it with such conviction and truth that dick sags with relief and almost sheds a tear. He smiles his brilliant bright smile back at you. 

“And, your dad I'm sure feels the same way.” You both turn you heads to your husband to see him looking at you both with soft eyes. Bruce sighs before he stands up from his chair. “c’mon chum... lets talk again” he says it so nervous and shy it almost makes you smile, 

Oh your Bruce is just so worried he’s gonna ruin it with Dick. You face back towards your son with a smile and jerk your head towards Bruce. You watch him rise from his seat and follow his dad into the study, both glancing at each other nervously and Dick fiddling his fingers. Oh your boys, you don't know where they would be without you. You hear a cough from the door way to see Alfred looking at you with a raised eye brow and a smile. You just shrug your shoulders and smirk.

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That was two months ago. Bruce and Dick eventually came back from the study their differences reconciled (I will NOT let canon batdad be a man who can't say I love you to his kids shine through in this Bat-mom series! Sorry, not sorry. We only accept good Batdad here!) and we started looking for Dicks new apartment.....in Bludhaven.

 You know when you thought about Dick moving into his own home you thought Gotham. The same city, a few miles away, easy to pop in whenever you missed him but no, it’s a whole different one, but... if that what your baby boy wants that's what he’ll get. 

So you and a very sad Bruce go apartment hunting in Bludhaven. You eventually found an apartment after Bruce saying no to all the other ones and saying they weren't good enough, Dick fell in love with one with an amazing view and Bruce, very slowly admitted he liked it too. That made Dicks smile even bigger.

 Now you, Bruce and Alfred are all alone. No more Dick running to you when he wanted something, no more Dick begging Bruce to fix the railing so he can balance on it again, no more Dick begging Alfred to a make his favorite dinner (Mac and cheese) No more Dick.

 It was sad. You were sad, Bruce was sad, and Alfred was sad. You three were all adjusting to life without Dick in your home every day and night. Sure he called, almost everyday,

”Mom how do I use a can opener?”

 “Do I put the stove on 350 or 360 degrees?”

 “Yeah, yeah I meant oven” but it wasn't the same. 

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One night, After Bruce was finished meeting Gordon, and going over the new riddler case. He finds himself driving back there, where it happened. He doesn't do it often but some nights he can't stop himself.

 You know about his drives to Crime Alley and what it does to him, when he comes home and his usual aura of broodiness increases and the bad memories and thoughts come back, but your always there for him when he's ready to talk, with open arms and soothing words, that's what makes him choose to actually go to Crime Alley. The promise you'll be there for him when he comes home.

Your his home.

 He parks the Bat-mobile and gets off and patrols the area for an hour, scaring off criminals and watching over the innocent people of the neighborhood, if he can even call it that, before he decides he should stop torturing himself and makes his way back into the car.

He’s walking towards the car when he sees it. Little stick like legs sticking up underneath the Bat-mobile. Immediately he’s on alert, someone is trying to mess with the Bat-mobile. It’s upon closer inspection and him slowly walking towards the car when he sees that the person is trying to.....trying to steal the tires! Oh... You’d love this.

 He's ready to yell at the person trying to steal from him when he hears a small gasp. He looks towards the tire to see the skinniest boy he’s ever seen with a tire iron in his hand and grime all over his face looking up at him with fear in his eyes. It’s at this moment he wishes he chose to wear a less intimidating costume, because the fear and worry in the little boys eyes make this heart twist. “what are you doing?” He speaks in an unusually soft voice. well as soft as she can while being Batman.

 The boy nervously swings the tire iron in his hand up at bruce. Shocked but quick, bruce catches it before it hits his face and rips it out of the little boys hand. The gangly kid realizing he’s weaponless scrambles up from the ground to his feet and stumbles off into an alley yelling obscenities. Bruce still reeling from the “attack” follows the kid and corners him in the alley way. He asks again in his “Batman voice” this time.

“What are you doing?”

The intimidation obviously spooks the kids because the next thing Bruce knows is the little boy is stuttering out an apology and slides his eyes around not looking at Bruce, he assumes he's too nervous to make eye-contact because when he squats down towards the little boy’s height, he scrambles back into the wall. His eyes widened and his face scrunches up like he is anticipating a hit. Yeah, this hurts. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you. Okay?"

 The little boy looks up at him with cautious and disbelieving eyes. “How-how do I know you ain’t lying?……..I was going to hit you?” He’s looking at Bruce likes he’s insane. He was going to steal his tires and hit him. Why isn't he upset?!

 “Because that's not what I do.”

The skinny kids silent disbelief tells Bruce what he thinks of that answer.

 “What if I show you something to make you trust me?” he can't believe he’s going to do this. This kid was gonna swing on him with a tire iron. For some reason he admires the action, rather than judging it. The boy looks up at him with disbelief swimming in his eyes before slowly nodding. Bruce takes a deep breath in and hopes he won't regret this, something tells him he won't. He takes off his cowl.

 And looks up towards the boy and hearing his loud gasp makes his lips curl up. “Your- You're..... You're Bruce Wayne! OH MY GOD NO WAY!” 

“okay kid.....settle down ju-”

 “I mean I knew he had to be someone but you? well I never though it be you!” 

he doesn't know if he should be offended or not he chooses to ignore it....for now, he’ll talk to you about it later.

 “Trust me now?” The little boy smiles a big smile,

 “Oh Yeah! definitely now” Bruce puts back his cowl on and asks the boy again. “what were you doing with the Bat-mobile?”

 All traces of a smile wipes off his face and Bruce wants to take the question back because now he's nervous, 

“Ahhh about that, sorry mister I...I s- shouldn't have done that. It’s just if I came back to my... neighborhood with the bat-mobiles tires....I would get a lot of money, and you see I need the money and yeah. YEAH! So sorry for trying to hit you, i was just scared. I’m really really sorry, so yeah and I won’t take your tires again promise.”

 He says it with such honesty Bruce believes him. He reminds him of you. “what’s your name?” Bruce chooses to ask instead of continuing the conversation about tires, it seems to be a good idea because the little boy sheepishly smiles and whispers his name “Jason. Jason Todd” 

It’s fitting Bruce thinks. he can't help but want to keep talking the kid and asks him the question that he definitely knows the answer to, “Are you hungry Jason?” His stomach growls, and they both release soft laughs.

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Bruce is late. He usually is back around 2 a.m. to 2:30 a.m. but it’s now three thirty in the morning and you're getting worried. You’re walking down the steps to the bat cave when you hears the engine of the Bat-mobile in the distance. You sigh out of relief of him being okay and on his way, but also ready to yell at him for being late and making you stay up. (you can't fall asleep without him) 

He pulls up into the “driveway” and gets out and just as you're about to yell at him you look down to see a small set of shoes peeking out beneath his cape. Little shoes. Oh, what did he do?

Confused you look towards Bruce for answers to see him looking anywhere but you, suddenly hesitant. Narrowing your eyes you ask the question, “Bruce who’s shoes do those belong to and is there a little someone behind you?” You ask in a silly voice. Hoping to ease whoever is hiding behind your husband.

Bruce huffs out a breath and squats down. Still shielding someone from you. You hear him whispering and it’s when you hear a soft whisper back. Bruce turns his body towards you extending his arm out, you grab it and squat down to his level, “This is Jason” 

You turn your head to see a little boy with the darkest hair and lightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen, and looking at you nervously almost scared of your reaction to him. You softy smile in return and you can visibly see his shoulders drop in relief. You turn towards Bruce with questions in your eyes.

 “Brought him here to stay the night.” You raise your eyebrows out of shock and a happiness that your turn your head back to the 10 year old boy and smile.

 “Hi, I'm Y/n, it’s wonderful to meet you Jason” He smiles back and you think you haven't seen anything more adorable and speaks with the cutest Gotham accent you've ever heard, “it’s nice to meet you too Y/n, it’s okay I stay with you and B?” B awee, Bruce already has a nickname. Makes you want one.

 “Of course Jason, in fact Alfred just made cookies today and I'm sure we can heat them up? do you want to come with me upstairs?” 

He looks up at bruce for approval and you can't help but feel your heart melt in your chest. Bruce nods and sends him a small smile, and Jason whips his head to you and quickly nods his head. You let out a loud laugh and stand up and hold out your hand for him to take, he slowly takes you hand and that’s when you feel warmth spread through your body. His little fingers curling around yours. Makes you think of Dick when he was younger.

It’s barley been five minutes and this kid has you hooked. You don't think you’ll let him go until he gives you a nickname too. And even then you don't think you’ll want to let go.

You lead him upstairs talking his ear off about how good Alfred’s cookies are and how much he’ll like them, and it’s when he shyly asks if there's chocolate chip, you gasp and exclaim “OF COURSE there’s chocolate chip cookies jay!” you don't even notice the name slipped out of your mouth but Jason does and he smiles and lets out a loud laugh, he talks more with you after that.

Bruce knows you’ll have questions and he’ll definitely answer them, but watching you two completely ignore his existence and walk off into your own word in the five minutes of meeting each other, he knows he made the right decision when it came to bringing Jason back home.

 He quickly showers and changes into a t-shirt and sweats and walks up to the doorway of the kitchen to see you two both smiling and laughing, it makes him feel warm inside and he can't wait for Jason to be living with you guys permanently. And when you catch his eyes in the doorway and smile. He knows for sure he made the right choice.

Hope y’all enjoyed, feedback is always appreciated -yella <;33

[morgansunflower]

So Fragile

Batman X Wife! Reader

Batmom X Jason Todd

Warnings:suggestive content explicit language, past torture and angst.

Words:1493

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V

Requested taglist @too-strong-to-lose

Jason has a little mishap on patrol becoming de-aged to a ten year old.

Jason felt scared, sitting on the cold concrete in a small corner. He was in the undergrad bomb shelter of Gotham pd. He used a boom tube to get here after having a mishap with a jewel he found that was apparently cursed. That resulted in Jason becoming a 10 year old kid. Jason took his phone seeing his reflection. He feels scared looking like this again. Being so small, so fragile. He hears a ring sound, a text from his mom.

~hey Jay! I hope you are doing great. We miss you here. Alfred is making dinner tonight and COOKIES. Do you think you can make it? We'd love to see you~

~sorry Ma have to take a rain check.. Maybe next time~

~OK sweetheart I love you~

Jason sniffles as his eyes water. He felt the desperate need for her affection. He remembered she would rub his face and kiss his head whispering his fears away. He missed Bruce's protection. How Bruce would rub his shoulder whilst he holds him and Y/N with his giant like arms. Remembering that moment so vividly only made him feel more vulnerable.

~love you too mom~

36 hours later. Jason hoped the spell or curse would've worn off by now but now.. Now he was really worried. Damian was his best shot to get what he needed without causing suspicious eyes of his mom and dad. Damian was quite confused by what Jason was asking for. He got everything he asked for stuffing them in Jason's old duffel bad when he was Robin. He packed snacks, water bottles and Damian's old clothes. He went to his older brother's hideout.

"Todd I'm here. Do you have a child you're hiding?"

Jason hid in small supply room leaning against the door. He text Damian thanks for bringing his stuff and to get lost. Damian scoffed. Something felt.. Odd. Jason forced a wince in from his back muscles spasms. A random occurrence since his current problem. Why did this have to happen right now.. Damian hears a soft groan from the room. Too curious to not investigate he turns the door knob. Jason panics reaching for the doorknob and keeps it from turning. Damian abruptly turned the doorknob. Jason cursed that he wasn't strong enough to keep him from opening the door.

"go the fuck away Damian!!"

Damian froze seeing the little black haired boy. Jason rolled his eyes folding his arms.

"wh-what? Jason?" Damian erupted in a genuine laugh.

"stop laughing Damian!!" Jason yelled

Damian was taken aback by his brother's outburst ".. We should go home. Mother and Father will be able to--" Jason quickly cut Damian off

"fuck no! I don't want them to know it's bad enough that you do. I never should have texted you"

Alfred was soon beginning to notice that things were disappearing. They were going to donate Damian's casual clothes that he had outgrown, however they had slowly been vanishing it seems. There's been less food in the cabinets.. Even Damian was vanishing at odd times. With all of that things from Jason's room had begun to disappear. Y/N and Bruce were growing weary of what was going on. A part of them wondered if Jason met a child who didn't have a home. During patrol Batman followed Damian from a far enough distance he would not notice him. Damian went inside. Jason sat on the couch wearing Damian's old clothes. Damian reached in his pocket to give Jason his snack from the house. Jason snatched it eating it quickly.

"thanks Dami"

"you'd be less famished if you--"

"just fucking stop it! OK! I am not going back home" Jason was humiliated by his current predicament. He knew coming back home would bring on too many emotional memories.

As Damian left Bruce took his chance to investigate what was really going on. He went inside seeing his little boy sleeping while laying wrapped in his blanket. Bruce was taken aback. He was so precious. His 20 year old son had now somehow de-aged ten years of his life. Bruce takes his cowl off. Jason always was a heavy sleeper once he finally fell asleep. Bruce gently rubbed his shoulder. Bruce held his tears back remembering when he was Robin.

"Jason.. Jason.. wake up son" Bruce gently muttered as to not startle him

"B? What are you?.." Jason rubs his eyes sitting up he then gasp "fuck! Fuck! Fuck! No! No! What are you doing here? Did Damian tell you?.. This is not permanent.."

"I don't care if it's 2 months or 2 hours you're coming home"

"no! Absolutely not! I am not doing that! You can't make me"

"this is non-negotiable son. You're coming home"

Jason had his arms folded sitting in the passenger seat of the bat-mobile. He really didn't want to go through this. Bruce thought it best to have each of the children so that things didn't get lost in communication. As Bruce parked he opens the doors.

"I'm not coming out this vehicle!" Jason demanded

"you are.. C'mon son" Bruce ordered leaving the bat-mobile

Alfred nearly burst into tears as he looks at the young chap. Grayson couldn't believe his own eyes. It was like seeing a ghost. Tim was taken aback but knew it was indeed Jason. Duke had to blink several times still in shock. Cassandra instantly recognized her brother's eyes. Stephanie thought he was adorable. Barbara couldn't believe it was really him.

"you guys look like you've seen a ghost" Jason joked hating all the attention.

Y/N gasp as she takes a deep breath remembering how little he was when Joker took him. Jason looks away as she slowly approached him. She kneels down and holds his small arms.

"hey look at me" he looks at her "you're going to be OK, we'll figure this out together"

Zatanna nor Dr Fate could return Jason back to his normal age. So they had to wait until a solution arrived. Grayson tried his best to try to be there for his little brother. Especially considering how much he hated himself for not being there for him before he was killed. Jason continued to beg his parents to let him go on patrol however Y/N was worried Jason may overestimate his abilities.

"it's too early Bruce" Y/N mumbled seeing Jason wearing his old Robin uniform.

He kisses her "he'll be fine Y/N. Besides we both know he'll sneak out if we eventually don't let him go"

They infiltrate Joker's hideout H/N and Batman along with Robin take out the men. Joker runs through the door. Jason runs after him, determined that this time it would go different.

"do not engage Robin!!" Batman orders.

Bruce and Y/N tried to quickly fight off the men so they could follow their son. Jason nearly fell to his back. Joker reached for the tire iron to swing at Jason. The small boy jolted back terrified by the monster that was about to kill him. Batman and H/N entered. Batman abruptly punched Joker. Y/N rushed kneeling down to Jason holding his arms, as he was shaking through his lips and body.

"shhh-shhh-shhh it's Mom. Listen to my breathing baby" she encouraged going through the breathing exercises. "feel my arms baby. Look at me. You're safe. It's OK"

Jason breathed normally but he was still so terrified. He breaks down sobbing. Y/N's heart breaks hugging her baby boy. He buried his face in her neck to hide from the pain. Batman knocked Joker through the door, to the ground outside. Batman grabbed his collar as, he laughed. Bruce snarled in complete rage.

Y/N held Jason gently rocking him and kisses his head "I-I wanted to prove that I was strong enough... I'm so fucked up all the damn time"

"shhhh you're not fucked up baby you are so strong and brave. But you have to remember that you are not alone and we are here to always protect you. It's OK that you are not always ok"

Jim came to take Joker into custody. Batman heavily breathed trying to calm down his rage. He couldn't stop the memory of holding Jason in his arms crying. He then remembered his son was still here. Bruce rushes to them seeing them in each others embrace. Bruce leans down to them sitting on the ground.

"it was too early Dad" Jason cried with a soft smile and sniffle. He didn't want Bruce to think he was mad at him, in truth he blamed himself.

"I'm sorry Jay" he kisses his small head holding his face with his palm "I'm so sorry son" he brokenly said

Bruce pulled his wife from her back side, to sit in his lap holding them both. Batman gently rubbed his son's back. Jason didn't know how much longer he'd be like this, but right now. He only wanted to be safe in their arms.

[asterias-record-shop]

𓆩[good guy (j.t.)]𓆪

okay but Jason Todd (titans!) falling for single mom reader…

He’s out late, finally back in with the Titans, trying to clear his head. His fingers itch in anticipation to take the drug the Scarecrow made, but he couldn’t, he wouldn’t.

At first, no offense, he thought you were stupid. Who walks around with their kid in the middle of the night? You wore some sweats and an oversized t-shirt, jacket over your shoulders as your son bounced next to you. “Momma, you remember that red guy we saw from the window one day?”

You froze. “What?”

“Yeah, the guy with the red hood! Or, helmet. Helmet.” He hummed as you squatted down, stroking his hair.

“Yeah baby, I know. Why are you saying something about him?”

“He’s jumping around,” Ozias says, looking around. “Oh! There he is!”

You quickly pick him up, fixing him on your hip. “Come on baby, we gotta go.”

It made Jason’s heart twist slightly as you cradled your son, looking around frantically as you walked past buildings. Jason followed you, interest peaked before he realized how deep you were going into Gotham, brows furrowing. Why would a girl like you live in such a dangerous place?

You ignored the howling of men, hand pulling your son’s face closer to your neck as you walked faster. Ozias looks up from your neck, quickly finding Jason and grinning, his small teeth straight and pretty. The young boy waves making Jason smile under the helmet, waving back before you turn a corner.

Jason quickly jumps to the building top as you try to go around a man, the tall figure quickly blocking you. “You’re late on rent, Y/N.”

“I just paid you! It’s not my fault you lose your money!” You try to slip around him before he grabs Ozias’ hoodie. “Hey! Let go of him-!”

Jason truly didn’t expect to be that pissed off at the movement, his gun going off way faster than he could think and the bullet shooting through your landlord’s side. It wasn’t the first time you saw someone get shot in front of you, but it was the first with Ozias in your arms.

He starts to wail, his ears ringing as you quickly cover his ears. You could barely understand what he was saying from the ringing of your own ears, Jason jumping down from the roof smoothly.

A gasp escapes from your lips as you stepped back, Jason sliding a suppressor onto his gun before shooting the man a few more times. You could hear the whizzing of the bullets as you begin to step back even more, keeping Ozias’ face tucked into your neck.

Jason exhaled as he puts the gun back into his holster, looking up at you. “You alright?”

You nodded. “Yes. Yes, thank you.”

He looks around. “You got another place to stay?”

You shake your head, but nod. “I’ll get a hotel closer to Gotham’s police department. Like they’ll do anything, but it’s better to try.”

Jason shakes his head. “Come on.”

You scoffed. “Why would I go anywhere with you?”

Ozias peaks out. “Momma, why can’t we go with Hood? Hood’s good guy.”

Jason grins under the mask, offering you his hand. “See? Little man’s got it. Hood’s good guy. He won’t hurt you.”

With that, you shift Ozias’ weight to your side, stepping over the body of your dead landlord and taking his hand. “Don’t make me regret this, Red Hood.”

He snorts. “I won’t.”

Taking his hand sealed the deal of being pulled into a world of havoc in Gotham and the want to get away from the Red Hood, but Jason Todd made you stay.

Will probably make this a series ong-

© asterias-record-shop

[jasontoddsdarling]

snow angels

— casts: jason todd x reader, aurora todd (my kid oc)

— words: 1,515

— tags: fluff, winter, family fic, family fluff, kid fic

— summary: It's Aurora Todd first winter and you two decide she should experience the ultimate first time under the snow: building some snowmen and one or two castles. And apparently also snow angels along the way.

Heavy snowfall from yesterday—that kept everyone inside the house all day long—resulted in a thick layer of snow in the backyard. You, Jason, and your fourteen months old daughter, Aurora, included. You two even built her a blanket fortress from the pile of her soft baby blankets. She was very fond of it.

Today, Jason and you decide to bring her outside. 

It's her first winter, thus the first time she will experience the snowfall that blanketed the city like icing sugar dusted on a beignet.

Earlier, Jason had shoveled the snow that piled up in front of the front and back door. Thankfully, it wasn't blocking the doors that bad or else you'd feel bad about not helping him—even though he had insisted on doing it himself because she was cranky waking up and you'd have to feed her.

Now, though, your daughter is so awake and definitely not cranky anymore.

Jason has put his shovel back to the garage and changed his clothes to newer one—he had managed to sweat and drenched his sweater, and he's currently sporting a new sweater that matches the ones that you and your daughter wear.

“Papa.”

You put Aurora on her colorful foam puzzle mat. Jason, who is just getting out of your bedroom, smiling when he spots her.

“Who's going to play with snow today?”

Jason sits down on the edge of the mat and he beckons his daughter to his lap.

Aurora enthusiastically walks toward him—with her brand new baby boots that you just put on her, a big smile with her four small teeth showing.

“Nou.”

She perches her little legs on one of his thighs. You gasp and cannot help but grin. Did she just say a new word just now? Nou. Snow.

Jason beams. You can see his eyes shine with proudness.

“Yeah, snow. Snow! You, Mama, and Papa will go outside and we can build some snow castles and snowmen. Now, you need to wear these warm mittens first, okay?”

You observe the two loves of your life while packing a little thermos of jasmine tea to drink outside. These two always without fail put a smile on your face.

And oh, Jason is wearing gloves with the same color theme too because, of course, he would not want to be excluded in the matching outfits shenanigans of you and your daughter. We've to match as a cute little family, Jason had said so almost a year ago—after for the third time you and Aurora had matching outfits and he was being excluded; which in your defense, most husbands don't really care about matching outfits with their baby daughter, but you learnt it wasn't the case with Jason.

Jason tugs Aurora's mittens to make sure it's right before holding her in his arms and standing up, walking towards you who stands beside the dining table.

“Come on, Mama.” He squishes his cheek on Aurora's, whispering to pretend as if it's your daughter who’s saying that.

Aurora giggles. “Mama, mama.”

You bend down a little to kiss her rosy cheeks—and Jason steals a kiss from you when you stand straight after that—and the three of you are ready to mess with snow.

Jason has finished building one snow castle just now. It's a cool snow castle, in your opinion—considering he's only using some plastic snow toys for kids that you got for Aurora.

The kid in question sits on your lap, and is currently playing with the scallop shell plastic mold and making her nth crooked shell shaped snows with so much interest, completely oblivious to what her dad has been doing.

“Rora, look!” You pat her tiny leg gently. “Look. Papa has built you a little snow castle!”

You point your finger at the 1 meter tall snow figure. When Aurora looks up from her stuff, her eyes brighten and she moves her arms and legs excitedly, wiggling and trying to stand up from your lap.

You help her stand on her own little feet, her tiny boots scrunch the snow.

“Papa. Nou.”

Jason—who just put a twig on the center of the castle as a fake flag—grins. He waved his hands, beckoning her to walk towards him and the snow castle.

“Papa, papa.”

Aurora walks giddily.

You walk at a snail's pace to ensure that she steps safely, because you know sometimes babies and toddlers can be quite clumsy, and your daughter is no exception.

Aurora is two meters before landing herself in his dad's arm when, instead, she's landing backwards on a pile of fluffy snow with a very dull thud.

“Rora!”

Jason and you immediately shout at the same time and in less than two seconds both of you are in front of her.

Aurora is silent for a second, that you are almost panicking, but then she bursts into a fit of giggles. She moves her arms and legs in ups and downs motion, unknowingly making herself a snow angel.

“Mama, Papa.”

Aurora waves her mittens clad tiny hands. She wants you two to do what she's doing.

“Well, I guess we're making snow angels too.” 

“I know. I am just glad she isn't crying.”

You release your breath you know you were holding.

You lie down beside your daughter on one side and Jason on her other side and you two proceed to make your own snow angels.

After it is quite deep, Jason gets up from where he's lying down and takes some photos of you and Aurora with his phone and instant camera he hides inside his deep coat pockets.

“One, two, three. Smile!”

And so, the next ten minutes, Jason takes a lot of photos of you and Aurora in front of the snow castle.

“These are so cute.”

It's 8:30 pm. You and Jason just put Aurora to sleep in her room, you're lying on bed with your head propped on a pillow and Jason's shoulder.

You scroll on Jason's gallery, currently landing on the selfie of you, Jason, and little Aurora in front of the snow castle and the two snowmen on each side of the castle—snowmen that later the three of you built after snow angels' antics. The snowmen are guards, Jason had said.

Jason's shuffling and looking at the printed photos he (and you) took with the instant camera, while occasionally brushing your raven black hair that fans the pillow.

“Lovely snow angels.” Jason mutters.

You laugh. You immediately scroll towards one picture of the three of you as snow angels. “Yeah, that one was cute too. It's fortunate that you brought your tripod outside so we could take a photo with the three of us as snow angels.”

“I meant this.”

Jason shows you one printed photo from the instant camera.

“Oh.”

It is a photo of you and Aurora as snow angels, the sunlight reflecting on the snow and bouncing a very faint light on your smiling faces.

“That’s…” You almost can't say a thing. “So beautiful.”

“I know.”

“You're very talented, Jason.” You look up and give him a soft smile.

“It's not as much talent as what's the subject of the photography.”

“Hey.” You can't help but chide him.

“It's true.”

“It's not.”

“It is.” Jason says with a finality. He puts all—the photos except the one on your hand—on the nightstand beside him.

“Both of you are just the loveliest snow angels. My literal angels.”

“Oh, Jason…”

“My only angels. You and Aurora.”

That's it.

You drag his face towards you with one of your hands behind his neck. You kiss him deeply and slowly. You can feel his pulse beneath your fingers and run your hand up and down his nape.

Jason shudders and he kisses you deeper, if it's possible, and you let out a small moan.

Jason shudders and he kisses you deeper, if it's possible, and you let out a small moan.

At last, you separate your faces from each other to inhale some air.

“Jason, I love you so much.” You caress his jawline, looking at his perfect shade of viridian eyes.

“I love you more.” He looks at you as fondly. Sometimes it's hard to breathe everytime he does that.

“I love you more and more.”

“I love you–”

And that's where you two hear a cry from Aurora's room. She's awake.

“I think trying to tell us she's agreed that I love you more.” Jason snickers.

You huff, moving your body to get up from the bed. “She's trying to tell us she wants to co-sleep with us again tonight.”

“That's fair too. Still, I love you more and more and more, though.”

“It’s me, actually, but I will let you win.”

You almost land your feet on the floor when Jason immediately stands up.

“Let me get her or I love you more and more and more.”

You can't believe your husband's antics but you smile ear to ear nonetheless.

“Fair. Go get her, Papabear.”

“On it, Mamabear.”

Jason shouts I love you more and more and more when he's in another room with Aurora's “Papa” accompanying it.

mariea's note: guess who decide to go all in and repost the fic from my ao3 here? anyway here's the og appearance of my jason todd's kid oc aurora "rora" todd 🤍

[terry-perry]

24 and 19 wiht Jason Todd peas 🥺🥺🥺

Little one needing an emergency bath.

“What are you doing with our child?”

You caught Jason in the kitchen with your 2-year-old, Ricky, snacking on some of the leftover cake from his birthday party.

“It’s the middle of the night, Jason,” you chided. “What’s he doing up?”

“He had to use the potty, and then we decided to get something to eat before bed,” he explained while chewing on his own chocolate slice.

“Cake!” Ricky reasoned himself with a squeal.

You groaned since you knew the sugar was going to keep him up for a while now. Not to mention the frosting and crumbs covering a good chunk of his face meant it was time for another clean up.

“Look at that little face!” Jason exclaimed with a pout, knowing the grumpy state you were in. “How can you say no to it?”

“It being covered in cake at 3 in the morning helps,”

You walked over to pick Ricky up from the kitchen counter. He was going to need a good wash before going back to bed, for sure.

“You’re lucky you’re the birthday boy,” you said to your baby, even though his birthday ended several hours ago.

You couldn’t stay upset at either of them as they shared the same irresistible smile.

[to-the-stars8]

Hey babes,

Anyone got any good fic recs they wanna share? I’ve grown a sudden hankering to read some good ones. Like idc if it’s x reader, smut, batfam fluff, some good angst, etc. I’m down to take anything! ❤️