#or strawberry blond Jason Todd I’m sorry

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WTF IS ME DRAWING HAPPY JASON TODD 🤯🤯🤯🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️🔥🔥💯💯😎😎😎😎

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Hey blu!!! Since we're gonna celebrate halloween can you make a JayRae fic where they are about to celebrate halloween but never got to because Jay is turned on by Rae's sexy costume

Hello,

Sorry it’s late but… a rough few weeks for me, and I’m getting back into the swing of writing. Netflix dumped me on Punisher; God save me I’ve got another Ship… Kastle. I’m trash for that Mavel ship now. Anyways, I have returned and I’m going to try to get back to normal.

A Marvel-us Halloween…

Jason Peter Todd Did Not Have A Thing For Pencil Skirts. No.Nope. It was not a thing, he didn’t believe it because he didn’t have thoseweird fetishes Dick, Tim, Duke, and Damian. Dick’s thing for redheads,badassery, and booty shorts. Tim’s thing for curly haired, athletic girls in sundresses.Duke for bouncy blondes in pants suits. Then Damian and his thing for redheadsin… well, track suits or bunny suits; don’t ask how Jay knew about that becausehe was still vastly disturbed about it.

Now, as tradition stated, Jay went to the Wayne HalloweenCostume Party with Raven, they did partner costumes. It was slightly amusingand would have Damian’s left eye brow twitch. Last year Jay and Rae went asDeadpool and Vanessa, the year before that Percy and Annabeth, the year beforeBatman and Catwoman (that one had been fucking hilarious!), and well one gotthe idea. It was a couples’ thing they did, mostly to annoy the shit out of Damianand company.

This year was no different, they were going as Frank Castleand Karen Page; they’d binged the Marvel shows when he’d been dealing with ahealing pelvis. He had hated Daredevil and Iron Fist, Luke Cage wasn’t bad,Jones was good, Defenders was fucking stupid, but Jay happened to love thePunisher. Also it meant a costume that wouldn’t mean needing makeup, he couldbe armed, and no questions asked. He liked that idea; a lot.

Raven however had agreed to this, but she wouldn’t be MariaCastle, to which he was fine with, instead she was going as Karen Page. Why wasbeyond him because he had kind of expected her to be Jones, but either way hewas cool with whatever Rae decided to wear. Besides, strawberry blondes werenot his thing, never had been, they were too red for his tastes. Jason hadn’tfound an attractive redhead in his life, not Babs, Kori, or Artemis were histype, he liked black hair, he had always liked inky black hair, thick hips,full thighs, calves, and ass. Yes, he had a type. Yes, his best friend was thattype. Yes, he acknowledged she was sexy and totally his type. No, he was notever, for any reason jumping her, they were just friends. It was just that,friends, screwing with his family and their ulterior motives.

“Will you hurry up!?” he asked as he fell onto her couch.

“I’m trying!” she snapped through the door of her apartment.

“Rae, it’s a skirt,” he countered.

“The zipper is stuck!” she snapped walking out of her room,in gold flats, a black skirt, and blue blouse.

“Come here,” he gestured for her, she stomped over, he caughther waist, biting his cheek as he fought laughing at her frustration. Slidingthe zipper up he looked her over. Raven darted over to the mirror and he almostregretted her magic as she changed her hair from black to strawberry blonde; withher naturally ivory complexion it didn’t look odd. Raven turned, and her darkeyes were a pure dark blue now. Well shit, he had a thing for the strawberryblonde now, and the way that skirt fit on her hips… Shit.

“Let’s go!” she grabbed his hand as she grabbed the blackbag.

“Rae, this is no longer a safe idea,” Jason informed her,his eyes were glued to her ass and hips, fuck she had the legs for the pencilskirts.

“Jason, get over it, come on!” Raven tugged harder on hisarm, he stumbled a bit after her.

“You’re a fiend.” He growled.

“You like your family.”

“RAVEN!”

“You like them,” she persisted.

“And I apparently like the pencil skirt a hell of a lot morethan I like them.”

That stunned her as she turned around and stared at him withwide dark blue eyes. It was clear with her hair being this light that her eyeswere just undecidedly dark, they were blue. At least when her hair was dark hereyes were this dark mix of brown-black-violet-blue, now they just looked blue. Fuckhim! She was kind of hot as a strawberry blonde.

“Uh…”

“You got the whole sexy librarian vibe going, it’s nothelping!” Jason snapped.

“So I’m feeling right now,” she stammered.

“It’s got nothing to do with the hair,” he started.

“Considering you’ve only dated Rose with light hair Ifigured you don’t like redheads or blondes.”

“You noticed that,” he mused.

“I… this is weird.”

“If you really want to go to that damn party you need tochange, OUT of the skirt.”

“Not happening, lets go!” she dragged him along and Jason stumbledafter him. Oh fuck him!

[i-have-a-dc-problem]

In Her Arms, Chapter Two

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16219166/chapters/37981061#workskin

Jason had awoken once more to the sunlight piercing his room through the window he loved to sit in. "Master Jason," Alfred called from the hall. "It's time for school!" Jason had had trouble leaving his bed in the mornings at first, but he complied and walked to his wardrobe. "I'm up, Al, I'm up." He dressed in his Gotham Academy uniform which he despised at first sight. It was tight, itchy and stiff. Jason knew, however, that this school wasn't something he could pass up. He wanted to the best education he could get his hands on. Might as well, right? He'd probably never get a chance like this again. "Make the best of it," he smiled to his reflection in the mirror as he tied his tie. He grabbed his bag and headed down to the stairs to the parlor. He stood still as Alfred attempted to comb the boy's thick black hair.

"Forget it," Jason said, impatiently. He waved his hands above his head, disrupting Alfred's. Alfred took a step back and followed the boy to the kitchen, but he knew Jason was nervous. Alfred had already prepared breakfast, and Bruce joined them, dressed in one of his work suits. "Morning, Alfred. Morning, Jay," he smiled. Jason smiled at his father, taking a break from his strawberries and cream oatmeal.

"Morning, Bruce," he replied, but a bit of oatmeal came flying out, landing on Bruce's jacket. Jason's eyes widened in fear. Bruce looked at Jason, and laughed. "Gotta remember to swallow before you speak," he said.

"You're rather lucky, Master Jason. Whenever Master Bruce would speak with food in his mouth, his parents had me smack his bottom," Alfred laughed. Bruce rolled his eyes and smiled. He went upstairs to change blazers, and soon returned.

Jason had finished breakfast, and they headed to the Rolls Royce. Alfred sat in the driver's seat, as usual, and Bruce joined Jason in the back. "Nervous?" Bruce asked.

Jason was quiet, but he nodded. "Yeah," he finally spoke as Alfred started the engine and pulled out of Wayne Manor. "It's okay to be nervous, Jason. You're strong, you're smart, and you're brave. You can handle it."

Jason's quivering lips softened and curled into a smile. His blue eyes beamed with confidence. He nodded softly and looked up at Bruce. "I'll give it my all, old man," he smirked.

Bruce smiled back. "Good to hear. Now, let's do something about about that hair." He pulled out a comb and parted Jason's hair down the middle, curling up at the corners of his forehead. "How's that look?" he asked the boy.

Jason pulled out his phone and looked at his reflection in the front facing camera. "I look a hellova richer than I did a few weeks ago," Jason chuckled. "It'll do just fine." Alfred parked the car. "We've arrived, sirs," Alfred spoke. "Ready, champ?" Bruce smiled. Jason nodded and hugged Bruce before bolting out of the car. Alfred and Bruce smiled as the boy raced up the stone steps leading up to the Gotham Academy.

Bruce looked on with pride, and a bit of worry. He wondered how other kids would treat him, and how he'd react. Jason hid his anger well, but kids could be cruel. Bruce shook off the thought as Alfred pulled out into traffic, now headed for Wayne Enterprises. "As you said yourself, Master Bruce, he'll be fine."

Jason roamed the halls memorizing his surroundings and getting his bearings. He felt eyes upon him from his peers. Their stares pierced him as their whispers infiltrated his mind. "That's the new kid?" "I hear Bruce Wayne found him in a gutter." "I dunno, he's kinda cute." "Dick was cuter." "Nah, I heard he's killed a guy befor-" Jason couldn't take it. He held his head high, braving the world and walked to the nearest bathroom. He looked at himself, into his own eyes. "Everything is what you make of it, Todd. Even you, err, me. Whatever. We got this." He stepped out and struck up a conversation.

"So you're the newest heir to the Wayne fortune?" Cindy Highmore asked him, Lucy Westminster right beside.

"It probably depends on how I behave," he said, showing off his cocky grin. The girls giggled. "Say, it's my first day. Mind showing me around?" Jason asked politely. The girls agreed and each took one of his hands, leading him down each and every hall. Jason felt more powerful than ever. He knew he wasn't ugly, but the thought that he was cute hadn't occured to him. Mrs. Walker would pinch his cheeks and give her two cents, but Jason was no more than a tyke then. He had no idea how he remembered that, let alone Mrs. Walker herself.

"Soooo this is the gymnasium, and over here is the science wing, biology, chemistry, geology, physics, you name it," Lucy spoke up. They led him all over the school, showing him the art room, all of the literature and language art rooms next. After showing him the mathematics department, they pulled him out of view from the hall, and Lucy and Cindy pecked Jason's lips. Jason stood there, stunned. His face ran red, and he went to the office to get his schedule.

Even though Jason had said nothing of it, the girls had spread it through the school like wildfire. Jason was still uncomfortable with the attention. By lunchtime, he had his tray in hand, and sat at a table with friends he made in English Literature. He was chowing down on his food when some older kids came to the table.

"Are you Jason Todd-Wayne?" One young man asked. His newfound friends ran, scared.

Jason kept eating, not even looking up. "That's what it says on my underwear, more or less.

He grabbed Jason's collar and lifted him off the ground. "You have insulted the Highmore name, and the honor that comes with!"

"Normally, at this point, I would ask 'What did I do?', but let's be honest. You're obviously a tool and I have enjoyed upsetting you. I mean look at you. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a voice like Thurston Howell the Third. You're like a villain out of a cheesy '80's movie. What are you gonna do, tear down the ski lodge my ragtag orphanage friends go to?" His friends start to snicker, and he gets angrier still.

"You little shithead! Do you know who I am?!" He roared.

"Honestly, I don't know and I don't care. I've just been stalling until someone of authority shows up. Gotta pick your fights, pal. Oh, and by the way, your sister and her friend kissed me. I didn't make the first move," Jason replied. Highmore was baffled as some teachers ran in. "What did you think was gonna happen? That I was gonna challenge you to a duel? Please." Andrew Highmore let go of Jason. "This isn't over!" he snapped. "Yes it is," Jason replied as Andrew was sent to the Dean's office.

Jason let out an exasperated huff and sat down to finish his lunch. "Entitled prick," he muttered under his breath.

The next period they had physical education. Jason had been looking forward to it. His blood had already been pumping. Unfortunately, he and his classmates were instructed to watch videos, explaining how to play the sport they would do for the next two weeks. To make matters worse, it was croquet.

The final bell of the day rang, and Jason left. He felt eyes of someone on him. He looked around, to find Andrew Highmore glaring at him from a third story window. Jason promptly hooked each side of his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and crossed his eyes at him. Jason looked for the Rolls Royce, but didn't see him. He shrugged and started walking home, back to Wayne Manor. It wasn't long after that Bruce and Alfred pulled up to the school, completely forgetting that they had a child. Bruce ran all around the block, looking for Jason.

Jason was already 3 blocks away. "He's a CEO," he shrugged as he talked to himself. "He's probably working hard, doing... hell, I don't know what CEOs do, but it's important." Jason kept stepping when a car pulled up. "Jason!" A voice called out. The boy turned his head and saw Bruce. "Where were you? I was worried sick!"

"I was just walking home from school," he shrugged. "Don't kids normally do that kind of thing?"

"Not when the walk is 14 miles!" Bruce said, wrapping his arms around the boy. "I'm sorry, Jason. The time slipped away from me. I-"

"It's okay. I get it," Jason replied. "Let's go home?"

Bruce nodded and helped him into the car. "So, how did school go today?"

"Well, to be honest, there was a lot more drama than I was expecting," he sighed. "Why do white kids have to be so damn dramatic?" The willpower it took for Alfred to not laugh, especially at Bruce, could have earned him a Green Lantern's power ring, but a knowing smirk shined through.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Bruce asked. Jason shrugged. "Well, these two girls were showing me around, and then they kissed me. I wasn't expecting it, but you won't hear me complain," he blushed. Bruce was surprised. "Well, they told like all of their friends and it got back to her older brother, and he got pissed on me. 'A plague upon thine house,' quoth the dweeb, or something like that. He got detention for putting his hands on me so he's probably gonna try something again."

"Well, I know a thing or two about bullies," Bruce smiled. "If you want, I could show you a few moves. A little bit of fencing, a little bit of boxing, or your Uncle Oliver can come down from Star City to show a few things with a bow and arrow if things get too out of hand," Bruce chuckled.

Jason thought on it, and nodded. "Yeah, better safe than sorry." Bruce smiled and nodded. "We'll lace up some gloves as soon as we get home. Besides, I have a few secrets I want to tell." Jason nodded again, with a smile, and looked out the window for the rest of the ride, watching Gotham get just a little smaller than it already was.

[hopesoldcomicblog]

Fuck me gently with a chainsaw

A.N. Jason's significant other finds out Jason is back from the dead. hilarity ensues. inspired by an ask on @uncpanda

“well fuck me gently with a chainsaw.”

That was all you could say when faced with the person in front of you eating the banana bread you had made earlier that night. You heard Alfred yell at you from the other room. Something about being ladylike and swearing, you loved the guy you’d think he’d be more forgiving considering your dead boyfriend, your un-dead boyfriend was eating your food.

“sorry Alfred.” You called. You stared at the person in front of you, he was leaning against the (expensive, custom made, Italian) granite counter top shoveling the remainder of your baked good into his mouth. Crumbs dribbled down his now strong jawline, his more green than blue eyes stared into your (e/C) orbs with a mix of fear, nervousness, happiness and sheer confusion. You put your hand on your hips looking up at the taller man who had just been a boy when he ha been taken away. A smirk found it’s way to his face and he reached out to pull you into hug. You accepted the hug.

“Oh hay bab-“ he was trying to press his lips against your jawline, you placed your hands in between you and his lips as a barrier.

“don’t ‘Hey babe’ me Jason Peter Todd. You faked your death for five years, didn’t tell me, ate all of my banana bread and you told literally everyone else in the family except your romantic partner. Oh excuse me former significant other and ex-fiance. Couldn’t you at least have had the decency to warn me? Or tell me? Why did you tell him and not me.” Your finger jabbed at his chest as your venomous words poured out. Each question grew in coldness. You pulled off your simple engagement ring and through it at his chest. It bounced off and rolled to the floor. After you were done there was a silence shared between the two of you as the iciness of your words and actions settled

“(y/n) I ca-“ before he could explain you spun on your heels. He followed you out of the kitchen and into the living room attempting to explain himself. He grabbed your wrist, you spun around and grabbed the nearest item. Which happened to be a vase filled with lilies and water and dumped the contents on you on him. you then flung the vase at a the wall (narrowly) missing Jason’s head as it smashed against the wall.

“that’s for my banana bread you bastard.” You yelled as you stormed away leaving the black haired man in a puddle of water and trampled flowers.

Bruce found you in the batcave reading photo albums in a pile of used tissues and chocolate wrappers. He sat down next to you and carefully moved the stack of photo albums next to him.

“so Alfred told you.” You sniffled as you pulled your legs up to your chest.

“actually no, the shouting, broken ming dynasty vase and a wet Jason lead me into the direction that you had.”

“sorry about the vase.” You murmured into your knees not meeting your mentor’s gaze.

“it’s okay, I can get another one. Its one of the perks of being a multi-billionaire.” He winked at you in a succeeded attempt to cheer you up. “you know he actually did die, he was actually dead. The joker did murder him and we did bury Jason. It was Ra’s who brought him back using the pit.” You sat up straight, stared at him your hands balled up taking your shirt in your hands in an attempt to keep your fists from shaking. Tears began to well up in your eyes threatening to pool over your (s/t) cheeks.

“How long?”

“what?”

“how long have you known?” your voice was slipping into the same cold tone from before.

“Three months.” Bruce said sheepishly refusing to meet your gaze. You let out a small chuckle.

“looks like everyone in this family knew that my boyfriend has been alive for three months except me.”

“if it helps Barbara slapped him.”

“it doesn’t but thanks for the sentiment. How did you find out?” you had a small smile on your face as you stared at your father figure.

“You know the Red Hood?” Bruce asked as he rested his hands in his lap.”Well, while you were away in Europe three months ago on that mission for Barbara we caught him red handed-“

“pun intended?” you asked grinning. He nodded and continued with his story.

“he told us not to tell you because he wanted to do it himself. He wanted to apologize and woo you, his words not mine. I was so overwhelmed by having him back I never questioned it. I loved having my son back, I should have understood that you would want to have his lover back too. (y/n), Jason loves you, so please give him a chance to redeem himself. Please give me a chance to redeem myself.” Bruce’s words were gentle as he took your hand and placed your ring in the palm of your hand.

“Thanks Bruce” you said as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. The two of you stood up and parted ways. Him to wherever the hell Bruce spends his free time that wasn’t the bat cave and you to Jason’s room. You opened the door to the room that had been left in almost museum-esque condition after his death. There you found Jason asleep on the almost bed that had been too large for sixteen year old Jason and now seemed like a doll bed for the new man. There were tear marks on his cheeks and a few new scars. His face seemed older, more worn, more scarred. You ran your fingers through his hair playing with the new white streak that according to Bruce had been a product of the Lazarus pit. He needed to touch up his roots, the strawberry blonde was sticking out from underneath the dark hair. You ran your fingers down his forehead, down his face, you touched his jaw. His stubble stabbed your soft thumbs.

Your hands ran down his neck, down his chest to the ‘Y’ shaped scar across his bare chest. You gently touched the white scar tissue, he stirred before his eyes flashed open. He grabbed your wrist before he was able to register who it was.

“(y/n)”. you nodded. You stared at him, he loosed the grip on your wrist not meeting your gaze. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Tears pricked your vision as both of you sat there gripping each other like you could be ripped apart at any moment.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” And then he kissed you. It was a slow Hollywood kiss, corny and gentle. He pulled away and then nestled his nose into your (color) hair.”you changed your shampoo.” He murdered as he breathed in, you nodded.

“hey babe, I’m sor-“ you cut him off with a feverish kiss. It was rough and passionate, you straddled him as you carefully held his hand in yours. You pulled away breathing heavily.

“Shush, Bruce explained everything.” You kissed him again, it was slower but still passionate. And then suddenly clothes were coming off and kisses were being shared under the covers.

He held you in his scar littered arms, your breathing matched eachother’s. your arms wrapped around his well defined waist as you both stared at each other (e/c) meeting aqua eyes. Both of you were smiling like idiots, like nothing was wrong.

“you kept the ring.”

“yeah, it felt wrong to get rid of it, to love someone else. To finally let you go, to finally except that you were actually gone.” He pulled you closer.

“I’m sorry I had to leave. But I’m back now and that’s what matters.”

“I’m glad you’re back.” You nudged your nose against his chest.”so Red Hood?” you teased.

“Yeah.” He grinned back.” I thought it was ironic. You know? Taking on the mantle of the man who killed me. Also aren’t you a little young to be making 80s chic flick references” He said with a wink.

“We’re literally the same fucking age Todd, also Heathers is a cinematic masterpiece. But seriously this explains the flirting. I was honestly starting to get freaked out that murderous, mentally unhinged, vigilante actually had a thing for me.” You said with a smirk.

“He does” Jason pressed a sloppy, wet kiss against your cheek.

“you know what I mean.” You teased back playfully swatting at him.” but I guess you can’t resist me”

“what can I say I’m a sucker for (h/c) haired cuties in skintight costumes with daddy issues and a thing for orphans” You said as he rubbed his freckled nose against your neck affectionately.

“You’re supposed to be my lover, not an asshole”

”I can be both. Ready for round two?” he said with a smirk his green-y blue eyes clouded over with lust.

“only if you bake me a replacement banana bread. I needed that for a meeting I have tomorrow.”

“don’t talk about work when I’m about to make love to you, you moron. Also consider it done” Jason said as he kissed you.