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jstodd · 30 days
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i need more jason and his goons fics. i need more fics where they're like holy shit that is a very scary, dangerous baby.
jason's about to absolutely lose his shit, goons say it's low blood sugar and offer him a sandwhich
jason just planned a drug bust that went off perfectly, he's getting a cupcake for being so smart
jason has the darkest black circles, the goons are plotting for him to take a nap
he's got like 8 new parents who are way out of their depth but how hard can it be? i mean, he's still alive, that's gotta count for something
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k2ntoss · 7 days
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currently thinking about dad!jason having a little bit of a dad bod......... i would literally jump at him like fr, he wouldn't let himself go all the way dad body but just get a bit thicker and slightly chubby i'm foaming at the mouth i just mmmmmmmm
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martiniluvr · 1 month
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IDK if requests are open but i NEED a Jason Todd hc as a dad
Love yaaa
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they absolutely are ESPECIALLY for dad!jason omg… headcanons under the cut 🩷
also my first emoji anon hi ily 🥹
minors dni
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jason todd never thought he’d be a father, but now that he is one, he can’t imagine life any other way.
I know in my heart of hearts he’s a girl dad. just picture it. everything about it makes sense.
she inherits his little white streak, and it’s his favourite thing in the world.
he’s determined to be the father he always wanted needed. he’s loving, affectionate, gentle, and fiercely protective of his little girl. from the first time he holds her as a newborn, he knows he’d kill die for her.
there’s no request he can deny his child. donuts after breakfast? of course, he’ll have one too. flashy cartoons before bed? absolutely. playing hair salon before school? he’s dropping her off with butterfly clips still in his white streak.
one day, you get a call from the school about an incident in class that started with a boy breaking her barbie pencil and ended in a bloody nose.
“my daddy told me it’s okay to punch mean people! he says he does it all the time at work.” oops.
you glare at jason, but he can’t hide the proud smile on his face. you apologise profusely to the teacher, ensuring this will be dealt with. as you leave the school, though, jason takes your daughter’s small hand in his, giving it an encouraging squeeze, and you know you can’t be mad for long.
there will come a day when you both have to contend with the challenges of adolescence—prom, parties, mood swings, driving. jason will have to meet her first boyfriend, and he won’t be able to hide his disapproving scowl.
for now, though, you take in the sight of one of gotham’s most feared vigilantes and the pigtailed little girl tugging at his sleeve. he bends down so she can whisper in his ear, and then turns to look at you with a grin. “I think rainbow ice cream sounds great, doll. whaddya think, ma?”
sigh…dad!jason you live in my heart 🫶
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spectr3inl0ve · 2 months
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convinced that jason todd would send u pics like this while hes out fucking shit up
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pics from @curdog on insta
lowkey might make another post expanding in this
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Jason Todd Headcanons
Jason who will move you- whether it be placing a big hand on the small of your back to usher you through a busy crowd, or you're in his way, maybe in the kitchen rambling about something you saw on the news. He will wordlessly pick you up, tired and lethargic with bruised knuckles from the night before, and sit you on the counter. He mumbles something, makes a grunt to let you know to keep talking while one hand smooths up and down the inside of your thigh and the other opens the drawer you were blocking.
Jason who is obviously a theater kid- but if this is living with Bruce, moonlighting as Robin Jason, he'd be discrete. He'd say he needs the class as his obligatory elective and didn't take pottery because he doesn't like getting his hands dirty (lie). He'd sit near the back of the theater, but he'd listen intently, and every poetry assignment he'd turn in would be a work of fucking god. Every project, the teacher would ask him to perform instead of doing the alternative (some paper or poem) and maybe, just maybe, he'll say yes if he's comfortable enough.
Jason who hides food around his apartment and safehouses. Non-perishable, like trail mix, granola bars, little ziplocks of cereal. Dick had cut that habit, made Jason comfortable enough to understand he'll never have to worry, he'll never have to fend for himself by himself. Rising from the lazarus pit as an animated corpse turned everything on its head. The neurotic habits came back. If you're close enough, if he spends enough time at your place, it's likely you'll eventually find a baggie of chex mix sitting on top of your fridge.
Jason who is a barb. I'm not explaining this one, he just is. An honorary member of gag city 🫡
Jason who always has a pack of Marlboro menthols on him. Alternatively, when his lungs are feeling extra gross and he decides he wants to quit, he'll start on zyns again (cool mint ofc). There's usually a zyn tower on his bedside table, teetering right beside the glock 47 he most definitely should put in his gun safe but never will, no matter how many times you tell him
"Jason, what if someone comes in and grabs it?"
"No one-"
"What if it falls and goes off?"
"That won't happen."
Before you can get another word his, large hands turn you to face him, practically suffocated you against his chest, one hand on the back of your head while the other dips low and follows the curve of your spine.
"No one in the world is safer than you right now."
Jason who is extremely invested in TLC (specifically 1,000 pound sisters) and never wastes a chance to tell you how shocked and proud he is of Tammy for finally losing weight- even if she's still a bitch
Jason who loves to buy you things. Usually not too crazy, more like stupid little keychains and stuffed animals to build the militia in your room. But he thinks of you all the time and he can picture the look on your face when he comes back with another stupid surprise. Next thing he knows he's got a turtle or dragon or cat stuffed safely in the inside pocket of his jacket while he threatens a few men with his fists.
"They just gave it to me for free." He shrugs, holding a loving grin as he watches you beam over the fuzzy thing in your hands.
But when your face contorts in something accusatory, he holds his breath.
"What?"
"Were you wearing that?" You look over his costume, the Red Hood, the guns hardly concealed on his sides.
"Yea, why?"
"Dude, you robbed them."
Jason who loves to buy you things, who hardly goes out of his way to hide when he comes into some money (obviously by violent means- but who cares when he's gunning down men who sell drugs to kids. Minor casualty). He'd show up with a purse that's ten times your rent, a bracelet the blinds you when it's under direct light, a dress that he knows you have no place fancy enough to wear it to. If you start to ask questions, he'll distract by any means necessary, like standing behind you to slowly untie your sweatpants or unbutton your jeans, inch off your clothing and let his fingertips dip low so you can really feel the old callouses and scars he knows you love so much, before carefully dressing you in whatever nice thing he'd bought.
******i hardly proofread this sos sorry for the typos if they're there lol lmk if i should make more
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oldmannapping · 5 months
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Directly riffing off this post, my brain wouldn’t stop. The idea of Jason furiously becoming a superstar HR manager for his goons gives me such pure joy.
The Adventures of Jason Todd And His Goons
Jason: “Shut the FUCK UP. What do you mean you’ve never had dental cover? This is fucking bullshit. Get me the paperwork right now, do I have to do everything my fucking self? God. You have three kids, right? Of course they’re going on your fucking plan, what do you think this is?”
Jason: “You guys want fucking CAKE on your birthdays? Are you shitting me right now? Are you fucking looking me in the eye and asking for cake on your birthday? You’re not fucking WORKING on your birthday, dumbshit, that’s a paid day off. Buy your own damn cake, eat it with your family, Jesus Christ.”
Jason: “Is that a dog? Did you bring a fucking dog in here? What the everloving pissfuck. Who decided to have a bring your pet to work day and not tell me so I could have treats ready for the very good boy, yes you are, you’re a very good boy. See now I feel like an asshole, I don’t have a treat for you, and you’re such a beautiful doggy yes you are, yes you are. I’m only gonna say this once: EVERY day is now bring your pet to work day. EVERY DAMN DAY.”
Jason: “Did someone set up a crib over there? Is that a crib in my warehouse next to the fridge where we keep our severed heads and leftover bean casseroles? Steve! STEVE! Show the new guy where the daycare room is. Jesus Christ. It’s like I didn’t spend four days last winter teaching you fucks about how to induct the new guys.”
Jason: “Someone signed us up to have a FLOAT IN THE PRIDE PARADE? I’ve been voted a fucking EMPLOYER OF CHOICE??? Fuck. The bar is so low, man. I just treat people with basic human fucking respect… Shouldn’t get a fucking award for that. And who the hell signed us up for this with only two weeks’ notice, how the fuck am I meant to make a custom rainbow helmet in two weeks? You think this shit’s gonna bedazzle itself? There better be a hot glue gun in my hand in the next three minutes or I swear to god I’m cancelling paintball this week.”
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mysticdrawsart · 4 months
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[ JASON TODD ]
i like to headcanon that jason, in his unhinged red hood era, still questioned his choices and had hallucinations of the bat during those moments. only for him to realize he's slipping.
anyway the amount of tears i cried for this man alone is insane
[last queued post while i'm bussin irl for now🥲]
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Hi! I love your fics!
Can you do a Snobby!Rich!M!Reader x Jason Todd where Jason sees the reader at one of Bruce’s gala, boasting about how rich he (his dad) is. Jason thinks nothing of it at first until the reader starts coming up to Jason and bragging about how much richer he is etc. Eventually, Jason gets so fed up he takes the reader to his room where he fucks the shit out of the reader until the reader is begging and whining. Kinda like brat taming.
Jason Todd x Snobby Rich Male Reader
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Might have made the reader kind of an airhead, on accident. Hes also got some muscle, but in the “I only have muscles to look good” typa way.
Trying to stretch the writers muscle, since writers block has had me in a violent chokehold for weeks now. Not proof read for this reason, and because i have a major headache.
Jason rarely attended the various galas Bruce, or rather the Wayne name or Wayne enterprises, threw. He had only been dragged along because of a bet he had lost during their last patrol, meaning he had no choice but to go, since none of the others wanted to go to this specific gala. New investors were invited, which meant new money, which meant snobbier than usual rich folk.
It wasn’t hard to see you were new money when you arrived, from the way you carried yourself to the way you dressed. You didn’t stand out much amongst the rest of the new money folk, in expensive brands that cared more about the name than the actual design. But compared to the usual old money that normally attended Wayne galas, you stood out like a sore thumb. The way you were bragging didn’t help either, though, everyone seemed to be bragging, like some kind of measuring contest.
It only became a problem when you started bragging to him. You didn’t even seem to care that he was a Wayne, and definitely much richer than you. He found himself indulging your rambling and peacocking in the beginning, it wasn’t Jasons fault his type were cocky little brats who thought they were untouchable.
The way you fluttered around, chest puffed out, hand on your cocked hip as your lip pouted in a way that made Jason want to bite it. As you grew more tipsy your bragging went from cute to obnoxious, making a heady annoyance start brimming under his skin.
Jason felt what little patience he had left snap when you were so obnoxious as to pull up your Gucci shirt, your lips in such a cocky grin as you showed him the red diamond piercings in your nipples. Seeing the red against your flushed skin made his jaws clench, and before your next brag and boast could sputter out of you, Jasons large hand closed around your bicep and pulled you his way.
You stumbled as Jason lugged you up the many stairs inside the manor, up to the upper floors that were never open during galas, down the hallways and in through a door. There wasn’t much time for you to look around, or comment about the poor looking design, before Jason was upon you like a starved wolf upon a rabbit.
His lips were dry, and this close you could feel the scars carved against them. The noise that left you was borderline pathetic as his tongue slid between your lips, the thick muscle dragging against the roof of your mouth, before Jason truly started devouring you. Grasping uselessly at his suit jacket, you felt so unsure on your feet and dizzy, like you were about to collapse against him.
A sharp gasp tumbled out of you as Jason picked you up, his strong arms flexing like you weighed nothing. It clicked somewhere in the back of your mind that those muscles of his weren’t just for show. Not like you who only worked out and ate well to have the appearance the masses only dreamed of. As you were lost in your thoughts Jason threw you down on the bed, his strong hands grasping at your shirt and jacket, ripping the fabric down the middle, resulting in you whining and crowing in the way only a spoiled rich person could.
The breath that he huffed out was sharp and short, his green eyes flicking up to meet yours, so much intensity in them that you felt your spine straighten. “Ill buy you something better” he grunted as he ripped your pants and boxers, shredding the fugly fabric and throwing the strips off to the side like useless trash.
It was habit at this point that had you whining and complaining, even going as far as to roll onto your front and kicking your legs in a pitiful way, complaining the entire time about him not respecting you or your things, and how he was just some dumb musclehead that didn’t know anything.
Jason didn’t even have the energy to act like he was listening, watching as the muscles of your back flex and pull. There was no true definition for your build, no muscles built from hard work or a rough life, like you were some kinda kendoll with the perfect muscle to fat ratio and specialized trainers. But it did give you an amazing ass, round and perky, the sight of it making Jason drool with the need to taste.
Your next protest was completely cut off as Jasons rough scarred hands grabbed your cheeks, spreading them just far enough for him to bury his mouth between them. A high-pitched squeak that melted into a watery whine rang from you, as Jasons broad wet tongue buried itself in your hole. Burying your face into one of his pillows, you tried to silence the embarrassing noises, eyes prickling with unshed tears as Jason’s hand snuck under your hips to fondle your weeping hardness.
Jason pulled back with a wet slurp, his lips and chin covered in drool as he glanced up over the expanse of your back, seeing the way your head was ducked down and hiding. “I thought you were whining, come on, tell me how much you hate it” he purred, voice deep and hot, making your insides clench as it felt like honey running down your spine.
You lift your face enough to stutter out a few half thought out protests and fussy words, none of them actually making much sense. Behind you Jason smirked, knowing what little brain you had was struggling hard to piece together your usual bravado, which also allowed him to coat his fingers in lube and warm it up enough to not be too uncomfortable.
Once again, your words were cut off as Jasons slicked fingers slid inside you, Jason crawling up enough to rest against your back. He was much bulkier than you were, his scarred torso pressed against your own blemish free back, his weight pressing you deeper into the mattress.
There were a few attempts to insult him, but the way Jason seemed to have expertly found your prostate, and how he kept rubbing against it, you found it very hard to form your lips to muster up any meaningful words. It all felt like too much, everything was too hot, too slick, too stimulating but also not enough, and Jason only seemed to enjoy your reactions more and more.
Through it all Jason made sure to press kisses against your shoulders and neck, the dirtiest but most delicious words mumbled into your ear, as his fingers twisted and turned in ways that had you tearing up. You didn’t even notice how he added more fingers, until Jason finally withdrew them completely and he sat back on his haunches.
It took more brainpower than you had at the moment to peek over your shoulder, your eyes shooting wide at his overly scarred torso, but also the weapon he was rolling a condom down onto. As if sensing your thoughts Jason crawled back on top of you, rubbing himself against you as he reassured you that it would fit, you just had to be good.
The comment about your behavior made you sour, scrunching up your brows and sticking out your lip in a pout. Instead of scolding you, Jason just hooked an arm around your upper torso, turning you enough to kiss you, just to distract you enough to keep you loose and pliant for him to slide inside. The stretch had you whining, but it didn’t hurt anywhere near as much as you thought it would, and soon Jason was seated fully inside.
It had never been Jason’s plan to go easy on you, but he gave you enough time to adjust before he started moving, drawing back before pushing back in with a strong thrust of his hips. Like his fingers Jason seemed way too skilled at finding your prostate, which made your arms give out and sending you crashing back into the mattress as his hips shoved against your own.
His tone was almost taunting as Jason lifted you up by the grip he had around your torso, his voice thick and mocking in a hot and fluid way, reminding you to breathe. It was only then that you realized you had been holding your breath, the air fucked right out of your lungs every time he shoved into you, and his fast and deep pace gave you no time to gasp air back into your lungs.
Tears blurred your vision as you panted and almost drooled, hands clawing and grasping at the sheets. You were sure you must of cum at least once, if not twice, but Jason gave you no time to bask in it or fully register it before the next jab against your prostate had you reeling.
The noises that left you might have been begs and pleas, for him to go harder, faster, for more, but you couldn’t have been sure. At some point Jason even started praising you, making sure to speak right into your ear, telling you just how good you were taking it, and wasn’t it just so much nicer to not be such a brat? A warbly whine left you in response, a full body shudder crashing through you, as you tumbled over the edge for what must have been the third time.
Jason seemed to finally have met his own end, a deep guttural groan ringing from his chest as you bottomed out, his eyes clenched and brows furrowed as he spilled into the rubber around his length. Part of him regretted not just taking you raw, but there was always next time.
You must have fallen asleep or passed out, as you were clean and in a pair of boxers when you next came too. You were even laying against Jason’s chest, one of his strong arms wrapped around your back to keep you pressed against him, ear against his pec, his heartbeat strong and even. A soft kiss was pressed against the top of your head, Jason muttering for you to go back to sleep.
And who were you to protest. Normally you would have started a fuss just because he thought he could order you around, but the way a deep satisfying exhaustion hung over you was enough to keep you quiet and compliant, for now. As you slumped back against him Jason just chuckled slightly, flipping to the next page in the book he was reading, his other hand rubbing up and down your back. Maybe you weren’t so bad as he had thought, Jason didn’t even mind your snooty attitude, since he gave him an excuse to tame the brat right out of you.
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planetwaynez · 7 months
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Thought of the day!!!!!
Tonight it's a special "thought of the day" bc its all about the unspeakable things I spoke about to @fandxmslxt69 so I will all of you know my thoughts!!!!!
Jason is very possessive of his s/o, if we are talking about a dark romance characterisation of him, he would very much be vocal about it and toxic. If we are talking about a more light version of his characterisation he would keep all to himself.
BUT we are talking about dark romance Jason Todd
He likes to grab his s/o by the throat, but gently, just to make them aroused and create that atmosphere of danger
He does have a primal kink
No I don't make the rules
Jason with a primal kink is like: once a month he will chase you around Gotham dressed as Red Hood and, guess what, you never know when he will do it
Which makes everything more interesting
So picture this: you go out with some friends to have a few drinks when you feel that you are being watched. You know who it is, and he taunts you the entire night.
He's not the type to make obvious that he's about to catch you, when you realize you are already in his arms, being held by your throat facing his mask.
It's really hot
Totally the type to speak to you in a low voice when you are being a brat
Deep down, Jason loves when you go all bratty bc if gives him a reason to spank your ass
He loves to leve marks on you
Handprints on your waist bc he held you too roughly, too tightly
Handprints on your asscheeks bc he spanked you after you were a brat
Purple marks on your neck that he left behind after kissing and biting you there
Teeth marks on your tights
Some people in the beginning of your relationship thought he was straight up beating you, so he became more aware of where he would leave marks on you and when
Sooooo
Coming back to the primal kink thing
I think it's something that he found out totally by accident and since then it's his favorite thing ever, specially when you don't realize he's chasing you
Totally the type to spend a long amount of time eating you out
He loves pussy, but specifically yours
He can spend hours there
He loves giving but also loves receiving
Jason does fuck your throat on a regular basis
He loves the way you gag on it, the spit down your face, the tears staining your cheeks and your hair on his hand
He loves to see you so pliant on your knees, your hands on your thighs looking up at him
Loves when you ride him but he's a big fan of putting your legs on his shoulders and just fucking you into oblivion
Jason is a hair guy
Doesn't matter if it's long, short or medium he loves to pull your hair very hardly
He's just over-all a very lovely guy with rough edges and I would let him fuck me into Sunday morning without a problem
He also loves to fuck you doggy style and in front of mirrors (but only when your body is the main attraction)
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patheticbabie · 9 months
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Jason Todd thots
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best believe that Jason becomes even more hotter when he becomes a dad, DILF of the year goes to Jason Peter Todd 🥰
new parents Jason and his wife where they’ve got a 3 month old, and she mentions to Jason that her breasts feel so heavy and sore, because of the excess milk she’s producing. He tilts his head to the side and he gives her a serious look when he says he could help ease the feeling by sucking her tits and drinking the milk. Yes, that’s right he’s got a pregnancy kink. 
As soon as she agrees to his help, he’s latching onto her nipple straight away, groaning as the milk floods his taste buds. She lets out a sigh and cards her fingers through his hair, slowly getting turned on by how much he’s enjoying himself. Once the heavy feeling has disappeared from her tits, Jason is panting and licking the excess milk from his lips, and smirks. “Happy to help you baby”
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the-undead-robin · 24 days
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recently tim is a big fan of taking pictures of us through our windows and sending them to us from unknown numbers when we piss him off. its like him going “im in your walls” but he’s taking it a little too seriously but he thinks its SO funny
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k2ntoss · 6 days
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hihihi, back with more jason thoughts <:
very specifically, i saw this reel and immediately had butterflies thinking of it happening with jay 😭
https://www.instagram.com/reel/C2zyAW4BG1O/?igsh=ZzM3MXowdmNxeXZ2
(also the comments didn't help but fuel some definitely thirstier thoughts lmao)
i just saw another reel about this and i'm literally going feral over it, SORRY FOR THE DELAY BUT here we are. it's gonna be short but maybe gonna write more about this later hehehe :3
weekends were calm, at least more than any week day as jason managed to be free from long patrols more often so it allowed him to rest and spend time with his lover and that always ended up in him being dragged to try something she saw on tiktok or in any ig reel, this time it wasn't gonna be different and jasom knew as soon as you showed up with a big smile on your lips right on the doorway of your room.
"i'm gonna take a guess and say that you just found something you want us to try and that it's either something spicy or some new recipe you found around and that will go wrong" jason says as soon as you open your mouth and he's pretty much right.
"i did found something but it's not really spicy" you start, hands playing with your phone before you walk into the room "and not all of the recipes i've found go wrong, jay" this time your hands rest on your hips and he looks at you with a small grin and a raised eyebrow, most of those recipes went terribly wrong.
"then what will it be today, princess?" he asks, a small chuckle escaping his lips when you move and sit on his lap as he lays still on the bed, looking up at you with his hands now placed softly over your hips "you said is something not really spicy but i'm almost sure it is something that came out of a thirst trap" and that last part makes your cheeks burn because you've once asked jason to try a trend you saw months ago and it ended up with him pushing you against the bed.
"just shut up already..." you mumble and reach for your pocket, taking out a long piece of pink lace and put it in front of his face "you know how your arms are like... huge? i was wondering if you could let me tie a ribbon to your bicep and you know... flex it?" the hand motions that you make as you try hard not to blush at the way jason stares up at you.
"you want to tie a ribbon to my arm and see if i can break it? is that it, princess?" he asks, knowing there's a bit more behind your request but he wouldn't ever think about saying no to you "go ahead, try it"
his acceptance bring a joyful smile to your lips and feeling you shift to sit over his thighs he takes the hint to sit down too, letting you take his left arm to tie the soft ribbon on his bicep and he was about to flex his arm just to be met with a small frown from you, waiting to see the result.
he does exactly that, his arm barely flexed to make his muscle pop a little when the ribbon gave in with a faint 'pop' just to fall from his arm to leave you slightly surprised, cheeks tinted pink as jason chuckled amusedly "is that it, sweetheart? or do you have another point to prove?"
"i-i mean, can i try with your forearm?" you ask him, pupils blown wide because you knew this was likely to happen due to how big jason was and as soon as he nods with a small grin you're tying a new ribbon to his forearm just for it to break as soon as he balls his fist and squeezes his arm a little.
"can i tie another one to your thigh? i swear i'll stop there" you look at him, pleading eyes and a small pout that melts his heart, once again jason agrees and he has to hold back a low growl when you hop down from his lap to sit between his legs, your lips pressed in a fine line as you tied the pinkish ribbon on his thigh and the way your lips part when he flexes his leg to break it without much effort drives him wild.
"are you happy now, princess?" jason asks you, his fingers gripping the edges of the matress while you stay still, thoughts running wild on your mind and he is able to notice the blush on your cheeks.
"can you squeeze my head with your arms?" you ask, ignoring his question and jason can't help but look down at you with a cocky smirk. he knew this would definetely turn into something spicy.
next thing you know is that he has you pinned against the bed, your back bent in a way you were looking back at him as your chest was pressed down, jason's arm wrapped slightly around your throat as he pounded at a rough pace against your body making you moan loudly.
life was good.
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angelltheninth · 7 months
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Hiii! Could I request dodging Jason Todd's kiss as a joke please and how he would react to that <33
This was so funny to write cause I had the perfect picture saved for it.
Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, pranks, kissing, getting pinned against a wall, teasing, domestic fluff, slightly suggestive
A/N: I don't think I would do this to him thought cause he's too cute to bully.
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Used to kissing you many times a day and you never refused, often trying to kiss him more times then he kissed you
You dodging his kiss is very unusual and only happens if you're mad at him
Jason can't really think of anything he'd done to make you mad so he tries again, you move again
Okay... that's weird
You're smiling, you're still pressing against him so you can't be mad at him if you're looking at him with those kinds of eyes
He tries one more time and when his lips are a breath away from yours you push him away, a playful smile on your lips as you put more and more distance between you
So that's it, you want to make him work for it
There aren't many spots in the house you can hide but you can give Jason a run for his money, get the blood pumping, the adrenaline running high by the time he manages to pin you against the wall
Letting you know how mad he is about you doing this he seeks to make your lungs burn from the ferocity of his kiss, feeling you squirm and arch and push under him
Did that run get you excited, because it made him excited, as you can feel with his body so perfectly nestled between your legs
If the wet spot that's on his thigh right now is any indication then this was your plan all along
But Jason can play these games too, he can be extremely petty, so just as you left him needy he will leave you
Now you have to do the chasing as he did and convince him to make the aching between your legs go away
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sophiethewitch1 · 3 months
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In Death's Embrace Pt. 2
Jason Todd x Death!Reader
Part one!
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Jason shoots up in bed, his hand stretched out. He’s sweating, drenched in his own panic in fear. His hand falls into his lap, still twitching. He doesn’t remember what he was dreaming about, doesn’t remember what he was trying to grasp.
He knows he failed. He knows it slipped through his fingers like sand. He doesn’t think there’s anything more tragic in the world. He doesn't know why.
“Once again, you amaze me. Breaking the rules of the universe, not once, but twice.”
His hand is wrapped around his gun before you even finish the sentence. It’s pointed between your eyes once you do. To your credit, whoever just broke into his apartment without triggering any of his alarms, you don’t even flinch. No, you just fold your hands behind your back and give him an odd look.
You tilt your head, eyes moving over the scars on his face and catching on the lock of white hair he sports. Then, your face breaks into a smile, and something in Jason’s heart jumps. There’s a knowing in your eyes that he doesn’t like. An understanding.
You see through him, somehow. He doesn’t like it. He’ll shoot you for the offence.
“Who are you? How did you get in here?” Jason demands, assessing you like you assess him. You don’t look like a combatant, in long dark flowing fabrics. Still, he knows not to underestimate someone based on their appearance.
That damned clown never looked like a threat. And now he was standing here, with someone who seemed just as crazy in his bedroom. Only someone that crazy would break into his home.
“Are you going to shoot me?” your words are teasing, eyes fond. Maybe you’re crazier, then. You don’t believe he’ll do it. He will.
He should have already. It’s base curiosity that holds his trigger finger. That’s what he thinks it is, at least.
“I might,” he finally says, “Again, who the fuck are you?”
“It’s interesting talking to you like this. You knew who I was straight away last time, but this time you turn your weapon to me,” you continue, ignoring his threat. A muscle jumps in his cheek, annoyed at your presence, at your blatant disregard for him.
“Last time?”
Your smile turns into a bright grin. He’s momentarily stunned by it.
“So, you really haven’t won just yet. That gives me a small measure of pride,” you say, walking over to the window with your hands still behind your back, “Maybe enough to spare you from my anger.”
You look over at him again. Purse your lips.
“Maybe not.”
“I think you forget who is holding the gun,” Jason reminds you, clicking his teeth at the way you just shrug.
You go quiet. No more teasing words or ominous warnings. Jason should shoot, shoot now. He’d hate the cleanup, hate the mess, hate all the effort, but it was necessary. You were dangerous. That much was obvious.
Instead, he opens his big dumb mouth and asks, “What do you want?”
You sigh, shaking your head. “Is it terrible I don’t know? Rules are rules after all, but this situation is… complicated. You’re not another Sisyphus, you don’t even want to be here.”
“You broke into my home and started threatening me. That doesn’t sound complicated,” Jason insists. This is such a fucking weird conversation. And Sisyphus? Jason had done his homework, he knew about the mythical man who cheated death. He thinks he’s actually quite a lot like Sisyphus.
He still doesn’t appreciate the comparison.
“Yes well, I don’t want to be here either, de-” your voice cuts off, eyes widen in surprise, and then narrow on him like he caused some great offence. Inside him, he feels his dead little heart wither even further at the sight. Like you being upset with him was one of the worst mistakes of his life.
Once again, you broke into his house. All he’d done was tell you to get lost. Oh, and maybe threaten to shoot you, but who cares about that. He soothes the momentary panic, insisting you obviously hadn’t.
Which is dumb. He’s being an idiot. Jason Todd is being an absolute moron right now, and he just needs to shoot you.
Instead of paying attention to the gun trained on you, you stare out his window, at the streets of Gotham’s Hill district below. The sun is rising, rays bursting through the fog. The people are just getting up with it. It’s one of the few times the city is anything close to quiet. Most are still sleeping, and so is crime.
Warm sunlight catches on your cheek, and again, something inside Jason cries out at the sight. It’s worrying.
“I think I want you dead, again,” you confess.
Jason’s breath whooshes out of his lips, and his gun arm twitches for a second. Well, fuck him, that’s certainly a statement. And again, why hadn’t he shot you?
He still doesn’t do it. He must be crazy, too.
“I’m being greedy. I always have been, of course. It’s what I am… But especially this time, I think I’m being too greedy,” you sound sad, your fingers trailing across the wooden window frame, “I think I shouldn’t be here, but it’s the ones like you who make it hard.”
You rub dust against your fingers, and Jason feels embarrassed for the state of his home. He realises a second later what a stupid thought that is, you broke in. He wonders how many times he’ll have to repeat it to remember it. He feels uncomfortable and off-kilter, and he knows it’s because of you.
He needs to get you out.
“I’ve always hated the special ones, you know. The smart ones. You’re too good at pulling me, manipulating me, tugging on my strings like a puppet. You make me human,” you turn back to him, crossing your arms and resting against the sill. You’re comfortable in his home, more so than he usually is. Calm, relaxed, like the world is at peace, and worries are something of the past.
He wonders what that must be like. Fucking delightful, he bets.
“Are you not human?”
You raise an eyebrow in response.
Shit. Ah, fuck it. His finger tightens, and the recoil jerks his arm. The silencer keeps the early apartment quiet. Quiet, if not for the sound of the bullet clattering to the ground.
You both glance down at the crumpled piece of metal sitting pathetically on the floor. You lean over, pick the piece up, and then lift it to your eye, watching that same sunlight reflecting the early morning in the steel. A small rainbow flitters across your skin. You close your fist, and you stroll over to Jason.
It takes him a moment to remember to be wary of you, and by that time, you already have his hand cradled between yours.
You place the remnants of the bullet in his scarred palm.
“I expect an apology for that later,” your voice is soft, sweet. Loving, even after he shot you in the chest. Not like it did anything. Your fingers curl around his, tracing every crack and crevice. You do it with concentration, with precision, like you were made just to touch him, to comfort him.
A memory, gone in a flash. He feels it’s loss like a toothache.
He swallows, “I’m sorry.”
You laugh, and the sun’s not outside, it’s in his bedroom and it’s smiling and it’s everything and it’s here in his grasp and he knows it’ll be okay again. It has to be okay again. You said it’d be okay, didn’t you? He can’t remember. His head’s swirling, spinning, falling right into you. Right back into you.
“Or now, that’s fine too,” you sound delighted. He’s glad.
You let go of him, and move back to the window, drawn by the view outside. Jason's hand clasp and unclasp. The street obviously fascinates you, your eyes flicking back and forth and tracking the movement of every soul outside. He wants your gaze back on him.
Jason clears his throat. You glance back at him, then pointedly, his right hand.
He can feel his face flush, embarrassingly. He’s still holding the gun. He turns the safety off and tucks it back under his pillow.
He clears his throat again. He wants something from you, expects it, really. But he can’t tell what it is. He thinks you know, though. That you’re withholding it, for some reason. He’s irrationally irritated at that. You said you were greedy, but nothing could compare to his greed.
Even if you wanted him dead. He was starting to put together the pieces, but he couldn’t seem to feel alarmed. No, it simply wasn’t necessary, with you here.
Still, it’s not quite enough. He wants more. He wants to know more. So he waits for you to speak again.
“I’ve thought about doing this so many times over the years. It would’ve been selfish, and more than that, outside of my duty. You’re not one of mine anymore. For a little while, at least.”
He wants to be. He wants to be yours. He wants it more than he can breathe. If he’s yours, maybe you can be his.
You glance to the side, thinking out loud, “But then you went and started remembering. I’ve worked very hard to make sure that’s impossible, you know. That the memories from my realm stay there.”
You turn a disapproving glance his way.
“Of course, far be it for me to get in the way of a Wayne and his decision to break the world. You lot do that far too much, give me too much work,” you mutter that last part, hand moving to your brow. Like you’re massaging away a headache. He should be doing that for you.
“But you did it. And you’re here. And now I am, too. And I have to go soon.”
You drift closer to him, and Jason’s breath catches. He’s still. He doesn’t make a single movement, scared he’ll scare you away. He realises that’s stupid. That you caught a bullet to the chest. That you’re stronger than anything he could imagine.
He still thinks he could startle you if he’s not careful. That you’re like the mist outside, incorporeal. But Jason can do anything if he puts his mind to it. He knows how to catch the wind, how to gather steam on the underside of glass, how to cup sand and water and feathers and everything that would ever want to be outside of his reach.
You’re out of his reach. He has to let you step into it.
You stop a foot away from him. He grinds his teeth, and again, you raise a brow at him. He doesn’t move, despite his muscles screaming at him too. You give him a nod and take another step closer. He still doesn’t move, and you give him a satisfied look.
“So, what should we do, Jason?”
“How do you know my name?”
“What? Did dying strip you of any brains?”
The banter is familiar. He doesn’t mean to ruin it.
“Do you have to leave?” again, a voice in his mind whispers. You look sad, again. Again, again, again. All of this is an again.
“Eventually. Sooner rather than later,” you sigh, “You can keep a secret, can’t you, Jason?”
“Not if you leave.”
It’s a bold move. You take a step back, and he winces. Back and forth, back and forth… Still, he doesn’t take the words back. He can’t, because it’s the truth, and now that you’re here, there’s no going back. He’ll do anything to keep you with him, and if you go too far for him to reach, he’ll follow you.
“I think that’s an unfair request,” you say, and he shakes his head.
“It’s fair. You don’t have to stay forever, just a while.” Now that, that is a lie. You seem to know it, too.
You look out the window again. Jason, after a moment's hesitation, moves over beside you. You don’t flee, your attention is on the people below. He opens the window for you, and you give him another smile. He collects them like the rare treasures they are. You lean out into the air, and he freaks, then realises you’d shrugged off a bullet. He stays close, vigilant, anyway.
“I’m curious, I have to admit. What’s this place like?” you ask, resting elbows on the wood. The streets are foggy, as they usually are in the morning. The Hill isn’t the nicest place, not the cleanest either, but you look at it like it’s heaven incarnate. He can see his neighbour down at the local grocer, the old woman who hoards cats seeing her grandson off to school, and one of his guys hanging out on the street, keeping the space safe.
Under his orders. The Hill wasn’t the nicest place, but he liked to keep it as nice as possible.
...Peaceful, he wanted the people here to have their peace. He was obsessed with it, really.
“It sucks.”
You laugh again, music to his ears, “Not the best advertising.”
“I take it back, it’s the best place on earth,” he replies, barely paying attention to his words. He’s seeing how close he can get to you. How many inches he can claim. His face is almost in your neck by the time you lean back, and he curses under his breath.
“It doesn’t need to be,” you say, pushing away from the sill and turning to wander around his room. You take in everything about the space. From the general mess, to the Jane Austen books crammed into his bookshelf, to the mask he’s left half-hazard on his bedstand.
You watch it all, just as fascinated with the world outside as the one inside. He wants to believe that means he’s special to you. And if it doesn’t, that just means he needs to work a little harder.
Finally, you turn to him. You take in every facet of him, once again. Your all-knowing gaze finds his hair again. You seem especially fascinated by that. You lift your hands, and he’s in them before he realises he’s moved.
You map his features with your hands, and he makes a little sound in the back of his throat. Ignoring that, you wipe the bags under his eyes. He feels his sanity slip away under your touch. You trace the scar on his chin, the one above his left brow. The stubble along his jaw. The bump in his nose. The edge of his lips. He wonders at the smirk you give when he groans. And finally, you come to that strand of hair.
You tug on it. A memory fizzles again, and to his frustration, he can’t quite grab it. Can’t quite take it, claim it. It’s not his, not yet.
You haven’t given him permission to remember. He wants it, he wants it, he needs it.
“I think I can stay, maybe. Just for a little, just a little. You want that, right?” your hands cup his face, and he knows, somehow, that you’ve done this a thousand times. And if this is the thousand-and-first time you’ve held him like this, he’s glad. To be back in your embrace is the sweetest pleasure. The greatest relief.
“Yes. Yes, yes… yes, I do,” he’s nodding, he’s begging, he’s pleading with you. Just for a moment more, just a second more. Just a little bit more, before you let him go again. He leans down and presses his forehead to you, sighing in your scent, the wheat reeds in the wind, the warm sun on skin.
He wonders what he has to do to make sure you never let go again. He wonders if you’ll let him do it.
You shake your head, giving him a rueful smile, “You really are too cute, darling.”
That nickname. The key to his heart, his mind. Every single barrier keeping him from you is gone, crumbled by your will. He is thankful you’ve given them back. He is thankful for every moment you ever had with him. And he’ll make a thousand more.
He presses his lips to yours, arms holding you close. When you melt into him, sigh into the kiss, he feels a euphoria he didn’t know could be true. He feels a relief he didn’t know even in his days under, even when you only held him.
He feels alive with it.
“Thank you for coming back,” he whispers against you, and he can feel that familiar, that damning smile spread.
“You left me. I had to hunt you down myself, Jason dear.”
Maybe he couldn’t have his peaceful death. But he had a loving one, and that was all he needed.
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BYE BYE, MISS AMERICAN PIE || JASON TODD X WIFE!READER
MASTERLIST || CHAPTER FOUR : GUESS OUR QUESTIONS ARE HIDDEN SECRETS THEMSELVES.
SUMMARY: it takes a toll on jason to find nothing about joker’s target on his wife’s life. y/n struggles to come to terms if she is with child or not, the topic of children is brought up once again.
PAIRING: JASON TODD X FEM!READER, DAMIAN WAYNE, BRUCE WAYNE, DICK GRAYSON, TIM DRAKE
WARNING: CURSING, MENTIONS OF STALKING, TORTURE JUST A LITTLE I GUESS??,
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UH OH, LOOKS LIKE THE SECRET IS OUT!
NOW HOW WILL YOU HIDE HER?
YOU CAN’T, THEY ARE ALWAYS A STEP FORWARD.
“you’re wife?” “yes…my wife”
DICK, has asked that question at least ten times. he was doubting his little brother. mean, he just never expected for his brother settle down. everyone expects for the eldest in the family to have a family by now. don’t get him wrong he is happy for jaybird. but how in the hell did he manage to hide this for that long? dick grayson is a fucking cop!
in the batcave stood all the brothers along with BRUCE and ALFRED who stared at jason as he explained to them of his marriage with his wife. speaking of his wife, sat in the big chair that bruce would sit whenever he was searching or whatever Batman duties. and in that chair, y/n spun herself. it twirled quick for her liking. acting like she had not being vomiting her guts out an hour ago, y/n pushes herself by her foot. spinning in her father in-laws chair.
just a few inches away from her was ginger lazily playing with titus, DAMIAN’S cute dog who already had gotten attached to her baby. the pup playfully bites Titus who remained laying on his side unbothered by the behavior. jason bored, stared at his brother. “…you’re wife?”, dick asks once more. his patience was wearing thin right now.
“for fuck sake, yes his wife dick! we get it!”, tim scrolls in wearing his red robin costume just looking as much irritated as jason.
TIM DRAKE, third robin of the bat family. in his hands was a cup of coffee and some files in the other. dick dramatically throws his hands in the air pointing at jason who still stared at him, “I- come on tim! you have to admit you didn’t expect jason to be married”. tim sighed, no offense but he didn’t really care. he was happy for jason but not when his sister in-law is in danger. some people may forget, him and jay share common things. both smart, taken in by bruce, became robin…and joker.
there it was. that one, little big spot on the huge trauma in their minds and soul. joker. that clown-fuck both gave them heartbreaking trauma. both of them have the right to struggle and want to kill him.
“look as much as I-“ tim gets cut off by bruce who steps forward “we have more important matters in our hands now. a family member is in danger. y/n…”
at the mention of her name, y/n stops spinning in the huge chair. using her foot to slowly spin and look at the rest of everybody. she perked up seeing bruce looking at her. humming in response she sat quietly in her seat. “do you have anybody who would know of your relationship with Jason? someone who would know he is red hood?”, bruce starts to question his daughter in-law. thinking to herself for a moment, y/n shakes her head. “no one, i don’t really talk to anybody nor have close friendships beside jason”, she explains. tim sets down his cup of coffee next to y/n and walks over to bruce handing his the cream colored files.
“certainly isn’t anybody she knows. looks like joker has been watching jason for a while now”, tim states telling everybody his theory. opening the cream files to find street cameras of different men that was clear they were jokers men following jason or in the corners watching. hearing tim’s words, jason was quick to walk over to where bruce stood. himself grabbing the pictures in his hands, growing more and more worried as he sees the angles and how close all of them were to him. jason, got sloppy.
tim had his hands on his hips just above his belt, “now if we want to keep going and see what joker’s next plan is, I suggest we wake up and talk to clown junior” he suggests.
“clown junior?”, dick asks with his eyebrows raised at the dumb nickname tim gave joker’s henchman. “more like the poltergeist toy clown”, he says.
bruce than flips to the photos him and dick had taken at the scene from earlier of last night. taking his moment to look at it, bruce hands it to jason who gladly held it in his hands. “what is this?”, jay questions his father. “where you should of been that night if you answered your phone”, bruce says slightly coldly. and upon jason’s view, is a huge photo of y/n’s face on a building. joker left his message loud and clear for him specifically. jason took a minute, analyzing and skimming around at the message. he breathes through his nose shakily. y/n sees jason’s changed behavior, her eyes consist of concern. “jay? what is it?”, she asks him getting up from the comfy chair and walks over to him.
jason shakes his head hiding the evidence holding it close to his chest. “no”, he repeats stepping back away from his wife. y/n stops in her tracks, “why not? let me see jay”, she insists. stubborn as he is, jason refuses to show her the pictures. bruce steps in, placing a hand on his shoulder. “you have to show her son…”, he tries to reason with him.
“no no he knows bruce”, he grits his teeth sending his father a glare.
y/n crosses her arms firmly switching her attention between both jason and bruce. “okay we get it he knows, let me see the damn photo”, she hisses snatching the photo out of jason’s hand catching his off guard.
it was her turn to see what the fuss was about. freezing completely, her face stared right back at her through the photo. joker’s message made her skin crawl. goosebumps creep along her arm. beside her, y/n could hear jason ask tim if there was anything or any clues. “how the fuck does he know?”, she asks the room. all of them turned towards her, “it could be when they followed jason is what im guessing” tim says.
disagreeing with what tim had said jason shakes his head pointing right at the photos in his hands. “there is no way in hell he could know, I was always careful”, jason says with anger in his voice.
what sounds like a scoff coming from the farther right of the cave is damian carrying treats in his hands. his typical scowling look he always wore, “not careful enough”. a warning of ‘Damian’ coming from bruce who gave him a look. the robin shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. “if you were really careful, he wouldn’t of been able to find you and l/n”, he says what sounds truthfully to himself.
ready to go and get up in damian’s space, jason threw the evidence on the floor angrily stomping over to him. till dick was quick enough to step in between them with jason looking like he wanted to rip someone in half and damian looked unfazed. “woah woah before, you two start fighting. i think, personally, it’s not Jason’s fault. two, enough with the blaming damian…right now we need to think fast just like tim said”, he tries to reason already wanting to just skip to the plan. y/n tears her eyes away from the haunting photo. her attention onto her brother in-laws and jason. “he’s right. before we know it he could know where I am, so might as well get started and interview that clown asshole”.
jason sighs, knowing she was right. stepping away from dick and damian, he looks to y/n than to bruce. “so? what’s the plan?”, he questions him.
below a dimmed light sits joker’s henchman still unconscious. his hands wrapped tightly behind him with rope along his stomach and feet around a chair. the clown masked man’s head lolls forward, his body feeling as if it was the most comfortable position ever. a strong welled fist hits him square and straight on his cheek. the hit was hard enough to awaken up brutally. he groans, head pushes back in the chair. he felt dazed and lightheaded. his spit pooled under his mask, blood mixed in. looking around where he was, his vision slightly blurred. but he could see that he was in a clear glass box, with no doors just empty. “wha-what? where the fuck am I?”, he questions confused.
and just behind him, was jason dressed as red hood. on the outside he looked cool and collected, but in the inside..he was fuming. “hey! what the f-“, he yells out in fear. a cold metal presses against his temple causing him to quieten feeling the familiar touch of a gun. the man could hear an robotic voice breathes deeply beside his ear. “shut up”, jason says with venom in his voice.
jason could feel him practically soiling his pants. it didn’t take long for the henchman to realize who was behind me right now. everyone knows who red hood is. and boy, does everyone shit their pants more than seeing batman himself.
“now, if you cooperate I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt as much. and if you don’t, a bullet will be in your fucking head”, jason darkly says.
not far from where he was holding the man in the glass cell was everyone in another part of the cave watching on the monitor. y/n watched with anxiety making a pit in her stomach nibbling on her fingers. she may be married to jason, but doesn’t mean she had yet to really see RED HOOD himself. it was odd to see knowing how jason is without the attire. of course they are different. but doesn’t mean she was afraid of him. beside her, was dick, bruce and damian in their costumes watching on as jason interrogates the henchman.
and for dick, he felt hesitant to let this go on. if that man says one wrong thing, who knows what jason would pick. torture him immensely or kill him. and that’s what dick doesn’t want him to do nor bruce. damian, we’ll be certainly wouldn’t mind either. and tim who stood off to the side looking through papers and files taking a fair share of coffee sips.
“this is a bad idea”, y/n says eyes still glued onto the screen.
a small sigh of agreement from dick who had his arms crossed, “agreed”.
“are you sure todd is the right person for this interrogation father?”, damian asks bruce. the batman himself stayed quiet.
jason rounds in a small circle around the tied up man before standing in front of him. his tall and muscular figure blocking his whole vision. his blank stare of his helmet looks down at him. “so, why the woman?”.
the clown mask stares back at him, echoes of laughter filling his ears. “i-i don’t know”, he says. SMACK! head now turned to the right from the bruising punch he just received.
“fuck! what the fu-“, a hand grips onto the man’s shirt. the grip was tight and angry, pulling him forward the robes rubbed against bare skin. a shaky breath upon being face to face with the vigilante. “no. you do know. don’t fuck with me now or you’re dead”.
“please! I don’t know alright! he wouldn’t tell us- AHHH!”, BANG! a wounded hole in the man’s thigh, blood squirts out spraying the floor and the man’s shirt. his leg shakes from the intense pain. almost zombish, jason stared down at the withering man. no single remorse. criminals like this were always so stupid. “what part of don’t fuck with me now did you not understand sweet tooth?”, jason snarks with the gun in his hand.
“it’s a twisted metal reference”, y/n tells everyone in the room. feeling glad she got her husband’s somewhat funny joke. only to be met with silence, mostly because no one understood what she was talking about. her lips going into a tight smile shrinking behind bruce’s chair.
his other unoccupied hand reaches behind him from his pocket, pulling out a crumbled photo. unfolding it and smoothing it out nicely jason holds it up in front of joker’s henchman, lightly dangling it. “now…why her? and why does joker want her?”, he breathes out pointing at a photo of y/n. the man whimpered, his loosened breathing turns into hyperventilating quick. the chair squeaks under the weight. brown eyes stare back into the whites of red hood’s helmet, they looked dead to him. the clown mask moves shaking back and forth, “he, he said something about robin. said robin found himself an ‘Apple pie’ life. I-I- don’t know what he meant by that”.
bingo.
jason steps forward with the photo still dangled in front of him, “what else?”.
the man cowers fearfully in his chair shaking like a scared chihuahua. “um I- something about having some fun with her. he mentioned-“ he takes a hardy gulp “that he’s been watching you for a while now. look,I don’t know his full plans man!”, he rambled. it wasn’t good enough for jason.
the feeling of frustration creeps inside jason, knowing that this asshole knows more to the story and what joker is planning. “you’re lying, if you won’t tell me ill fucking kill you right now”, jason says trying to keep himself calm with a clench of his jaw. the man freezes, whether it be from he got caught lying and trying to cover up for his ‘boss’ or the fact his life was threatened by the hands of Gotham’s most feared vigilante. he stared back at the white eyes of the helmet, behind him whether his hands are tied he grips onto the rope. “please I said I don’t know! I swear! the only people who do know is the other guys! please don’t kill me!”, he pleads more.
blood pours thickly from his wound spilling onto the once cleaned floor that alfred had cleaned up.
a blank stare. no spoken words. just silence. jason stands up straight, staring down at the man for about ten seconds before gripping onto the photo of his wife and clutching it into a fist. the now ruined photo bloodied as jason laid more hits on the man’s face over and over. from his face, stomach, chest, legs. and what gave jason the satisfaction was the pain the man let out when jason dug the end of his gun inside of his gunshot wound on his thigh.
it dug deeper and deeper. bits of flesh and blood spills out as the end of his gun dug it’s way inside.
restrained arms and legs shaken from the torturing pain, his screams pierced the entire cell. everyone else could hear them without the monitors. from under that clown mask was his saliva and drool pooling out from his screams. “please! I don-“, he gets cut off once jason firmly pressed his gun inside hitting the bone of his thigh. the continued screams leaving jason unfazed all the while y/n watched in horror. her eyes widened in shock, cringing at the sounds of flesh and blood spilling. she wanted to look away, but the curiosity is what made her stay. it scared her for sure yes.
tim did his very best to not look at the screen feeling it was better to just pretend nothing was going on and read the files gordon had sent over. dick, well he was doing the same what y/n was doing. watching in horror and cringing with closed eyes. “okay pull him out”, dick says to bruce.
“no”, he says.
dick looks at bruce with widened eyes pointing at the screen of jason torturing the bastard. “do you see this? he’s going to kill him bruce!”, now gesturing to y/n who turned away from the monitor back facing it. “you see?! even his wife can’t look at this now pull him out!”, he yells out.
if you think that was worse of what jason’s torturing was, well, not until jason pulled out his gun from the man’s thigh…slowly. jason could see flashbacks when he was being tortured himself by joker.
god, the pain…may not be compared to this shit.
but doesn’t beat the torture for hours.
without even a second thinking, jason stopped his gun only leaving a few inches inside of the thigh. before firing once more, deep in the bone. going through. the most blood watering scream jason had ever heard in a while. “you son of a bitch!”, the man screams out taking heaved breathes along pained whimpers looking down at the bleeding wound.
“not really, she was an addict though”, jason says nonchalantly.
his gun moves away from the now bullet-holed leg and onto the clown masked man’s forehead. brown eyes stare deep into the hole on the gun, he tenses in seeing it. “any last words sweet tooth?”, jason says ready to fire.
“fuck you, you motherfucke-“
and ready he was. ready to kill this asshole and be done with it. only for bruce’s voice to rang through his helmet. “jason. don’t.”
pausing, he thinks back to all the times bruce would tell him he’s too reckless. to this. to that. “yea well I don’t care what you say”, jason muttered. back to wanting to kill this clown asshole, bruce says once last thing that did make jason stop from killing this man. “it’s y/n…”
fuck, he had forgotten that she was also watching from the cameras and sees the horrors jason had done. something he forbade her from seeing this side of him. jason stared at the man, who let out gurgling what sounds to be blood and spit. gritting his teeth, he lowered the gun. breathing through his nose, he slowly placed his red stained gun back into his holster. already walking backwards still staring at the man.
a chuckle, a chuckle of stained amusement and blood. breathing was ragged and rough from the screaming of torture. “knew you were always chicken-shit. joker will get your girl. don’t know why but she sure is a pretty little thang”, he taunts jason. stopping his backing away to the cell doors, jason stops of hearing the disgusting remark about his wife. the man lets out laughter, almost sounded like his.
“that’s right…we know she’s your girl. say hi to her for me”, he proceeds to taunt him more and more.
now, from what he didn’t expect was for THE RED HOOD, to knock him out completely. losing consciousness once more. it didn’t take long for jason to attack him. not really. he beats the henchman, one, two, three, four and five hits in jason steps back. rage full breathes and grunts, his fist was freshly bruised along bloodied. god, he hated the smell of it. he steps away from the battered up man before stomping off with heavy boots. the cell doors open willingly before closing off, sealed off once jason leaves.
the bat cave was silent.
heavy tension filled the cave with some screeches from above from the bats that hung sleeping peacefully. all of them were waiting on jason to arrive, expect for y/n and ginger. bruce still sat at his chair, dick was leaning against the monitor table, damian and tim just looked at each other from the awkwardness in the room. and once jason arrived where his family stood, he noticed the lack of presence of his wife. bloodied hands reaches up open his helmet, a sharp hiss is heard. jason takes off the helmet throwing it on the table looking at his brothers. “where’s y/n”, he asks them.
he awaits for an answer only to hear once again, silence. his frustration and impatience grew, “where’s y/n?”, jason pesters on. dick looked up at jason with slight disappointment, something he grew to know. a gloved hand slams on the table, booming through the cave walls.
“GODDAMIT WHERE’S MY WIFE?!”, he yells out.
seeing as though no one would answer his brother, dick steps forward with his arms still crossed. a look of disappointment and sadness. “jay…”, he tries to tell him. the look he saw on y/n’s face. the bloodthirsty feel radiating from jason. jason points a finger at dick taking a threatening step forward, “enough of this shit richard, I wanna know where my wife is”.
the sudden use of his full name made dick raise an eyebrow at him. “okay no use for using my real name jay, she’s-“
“upstairs”, he hears alfred’s voice says standing on the long stairs. the older man’s posture was tall and more poise than ever. “might i suggest master jason, that you change out of your suit and comfort you’re wife…immediately”, he sternly says. in his eyes were more strict than jason had ever seen. turning his back from everyone, alfred goes back inside of the manor leaving everybody to being silent once more. comfort?
why would he…oh…
shit. was she afraid? scared of him? is that why she went upstairs? cursing under his breath taking off his suit, jason rushed off quickly to the changing room. was she mad at him? god, he doesn’t know.
and when he changes out of his suit and into more comfortable wearing, the blood stained hands of his catches his eye. he runs a finger across the bruises and the dried up blood. quickly, jason runs to the sink. turning it on, he runs his hands under the water. letting the pure water kiss his hands and clean them off. he doesn’t use soap or anything. just water.
thinking to himself, he lost control. he knows it. he was so, angry. memories over flowing him and his senses. scared, for what the futures of him and his wife. all because of what? he doesn’t know. and his wife…is scared of him.
he’s lost control multiple times. from strong emotions he couldn’t handle. and could you blame him? and all those times he didn’t want his wife to see that side of him. that’s why he always kept that part of his life hidden. jason never brought up anything vigilante related to her when he came home. he separated that part of him. and now, all of it is coming down onto her. and he couldn’t help but feel..like a terrible husband.
what felt like a thousand times to her of constantly wanting and feeling of vomiting for the entirety of the day, y/n was back to being hunched over the toilet. this time being her in-laws house and bathroom. in the bathroom, y/n felt like a wave of heat again washing over her. by the door that was certainly shut, ginger has her nose wiggling from the small slit under the door. a small whine in protest. though y/n was more busy throwing up and gagging. she didn’t know if it was whether because of seeing jason so brutally hurt someone or what could potentially be a bun in the oven. if it was both, god help her.
y/n has never seen jason act so…violent..ever. maybe from nightmares but from it going as far as hurting another human being ? no..she hasn’t. it was her fault. for staying and watching. and her fault for forgetting her husband is red hood. literally the man who delivered freshly cut heads as a message when he first arrived as the famous red helmeted vigilante.
and it’s her fault, for letting a bun in the oven happen. even though it takes two for one to be made. a promise her and jason had made in which they weren’t sure or even ready to be parents. with pasts of unstable parents and too afraid they both would end up being horrible parents. a cycle they wouldn’t want to repeat for themselves and their children. there was a few times y/n would think about if they did have any kids. a mini jason…would be adorable. the times she would just melt whenever jason and her go to the homeless shelter and help around and see him interact with the kids there…she could picture a kid running around.
jason was naturally good with children, and children and babies could sense when someone has a pure heart.
she’ll never forget when they had volunteered to help at a women’s homeless shelter, the one they would always go to, a woman just handed her baby to jason. and willingly he watched over the cute baby. no one looked at him with such innocence as the baby did. the baby stared at him like he was the most beautiful thing in the world. and y/n could see that he melted at the sight as well. but remembering the discussion her and jay had before, about wanting children, made her remember where she currently stands. with her life at the hands who murdered her husband years ago. but as much as she would love to start a family…it was too risky. too dangerous. and well, look where she is right now.
y/n shivered at the thought. she just wants all of this to end and go back to normal again. where they should of been. but no, none of that was going to happen. a gentle knock against the door breaks her out of her little thought bubble, still leaning against the toilet. “im fine alfred!”, she yells out flushing the toilet. watching the puke drain away, the bathroom door handle turns. revealing who was behind that door was jason.
“hey…”, he greets her lowly.
his head was down in shame as he approaches his wife. y/n looks at him, her attention onto jason’s bruises up hands that once were covered in blood. she stayed quiet, hopping up slowly to close the toilet bowl with the lid. sitting on it, y/n crossed her legs looking down at her feet. jason sighs seeing his wife not looking at him. he knows he had messed up. not messed up but fucked up. jason leans down into a squat to meet his wife’s eyes. only for her to avoid them once more. “y/n…I-I’m sorry, that I scared you back there. I just..I lost control..I was just so angry and-“, jason suddenly gets cut off. shaking her head, she finally looks up at him with tears in her eyes.
“you didn’t scare me jay…well I mean you did but I just- oh I don’t know”, she says running a hand through her hair feeling unknown to her feelings right now. her mind was all over the place.
jason shifts closer to her by his feet, placing a hand on her knee. just by looking at her closely he could see how pale she looks and more tired. but more importantly, distressed. “what’s wrong?”, he was quick to ask her. y/n chuckles at the question, her hand slaps against jason’s tilting her head up to the bathroom ceiling. and what was wrong? that fact all of this chaos is happening or just the downright fear of having a child inside of her.
she wasn’t sure of course. she just felt…unsure about everything. stressful it was. “I don’t know. I just don’t know what’s wrong”, she whispers biting her lip at the end. leaning her head back down to look at jason in the eyes. she could see the bits of worry and concern in them. the thumb on her knee provides her some sort of comfort. even though that comfort wasn’t really helping as of right now. “all of this…is too much right now jay”, she says to him.
“I know..I know..and I’m sorry. just I know there is something wrong right now and I want to fix that”, jason pleads shifting more closer and closer to his wife who leaned into his warm touch. “I know that jay..it’s just-“, she cuts herself off unsure if she should even say anything. his eyebrows furrowed, grasping on her hand into his. he gives her a look to continue in what she was saying. a slight encouragement of him pressing a kiss on her hand just now. his warm soft lips against her hand.
y/n sighed.
she shuts her eyes, taking a deep breath. the thought of a potential family running through her mind right now. subconsciously, her ringed hand reaches up touching her covered stomach. y/n opens her eyes looking down at jason’s soft dark blue eyes.
“how do you still feel, about having a baby?”
UH OH! A BABY?
LOOKS LIKE YOU SHOULD OF KEEP SH SH ABOUT IT!
WHO KNOWS? MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE.
CAUSE HE’LL KNOW NOW.
OR WILL HE?
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi my loves! binx here! it’s july! wow, omg. now I’ll be honest, last month went by pretty fast which is nuts. so hopefully fall comes soon! than I could make some spooky Halloween jason todd x reader! ALSO! ALERT ALERT! i have some new upcoming stories! I will be releasing some sneak peeks somewhere this week so keep an eye out! now I do hope you all enjoy this chapter, sorry if it seems short! but if you wish to be tagged let me know!
BINX
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Jason Todd who is a big strong guy but absolutely melts when you press your lips against any part of his body.
A playful kiss to the back of his hand? He’s giving you the biggest heart eyes in the world. A gentle kiss to his forehead when you’re snuggled up in his bed to hide from the Gotham winter? He’s making a noise that might actually be a purr and he’s pulling you as close as possible. His cheek? He’s melting into you and nuzzling against your cheek.
If you kiss his scars be prepared for him to be the most pliant hunk of man in the world. He’s just staring at you with so much genuine adoration and love in his eyes that he’s choking on his words and he can’t stop smiling. He’s returning the favor as soon as possible, of course, kissing you silly before worshiping all your insecurities and telling you how much he loves you…
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