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in-som-niyah · 1 month

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Jason todd who would def cut patrol short when reader calls him cuz her vibrator died??? idk i literally see his weakness as being needed in any way... <333

a/n: anon ur so right

"I'm on my way pretty girl, just sit tight for me."

warnings: piv sex, explicit smut, semi-rough sex, reader masturbates, reader has a vibrator, mentions of other sex toys, jason todd is a whore, no beta we die like men, jason uses spanish petnames because its sexier i dont make the rules, reader has a vagina, reader masturbates, sexual frustration, mentions of heaven & idk what else

The chill of another Gotham night kissed your supple skin. Fresh out of the shower, you made your way back to your Jason-less bed for the night.

The routine of Jason being gone on patrol was painfully familiar, but the ache it left in your chest remained foreign, no matter how many times you experienced it.

This time, he left in a hurry after you both left your business unfinished. His lips sucked at your neck and made their way down to your collarbone, only for his alarm to go off and his helmet to be tugged on. 'I'll see you after patrol, amorcita' he said, knowing full well he would be home around 4 am.

This left an ache in you. Not a fire yet, no, but a craving to be fed what he starved you of hours ago.

Finally dry and setting your towel down, you find a pair of clean underwear and a loose pyjama shirt and lower yourself into bed.

It was a cold night, the frigid sheets and absence of Jason only making it worse. Despite the discomfort, you couldn't deny yourself the subtle pleasure of rubbing your thighs together to satiate the pressing situation between them.

It had been so long since Jason left, and you were fucking needy for Christ's sake.

Deciding to get the job done yourself, you pull out the bullet vibrator that you used when Jason wasn't around. It wasn't that you deliberately kept him from it, he just never asked, and you needed a little escape when he left you in such a state.

Spreading your legs under the covers, you lightly stroked your clit with one hand, while the other toyed with your nipple.

You haven't even turned the damn thing on and you're a panting, dripping mess already, soaking your surrounding area in sweat and stickiness.

Your index finger pressed on the power button, and you increased the pressure on your clit. Instantly, you saw stars and the relief was unimaginable.

Just as you got a steady rhythm going, everything stopped.

You pressed and held down the power button again, but nothing happened.

Your puffy pussy begged for more stimulation, something as intense as the now-gone vibrations, but it was too late. There was no time to charge and all your other toys were dead.

Trying to still at least finish, you employ both your hands between your legs, one rubbing hard circles on your clit and the other prodding at your weeping entrance.

Tears of dissatisfaction burned rivers in your hot cheeks, and your fingers began to tremble and give out. It had been 45 minutes of trying to get yourself anywhere near an orgasm, and your desperation has reached its limit.

Jason always told you to call him in case of an emergency, and this was beginning to be a fucking emergency.

Jason was taking down a group of goons with his guns, while punching and kicking those who came too close. He was much less coordinated tonight (thanks to the tent in his pants), which the gang members took full advantage of. Thoughts of you and your supple skin ran marathons in his head, clouding all focus and occupying all his mental real-estate, making it hard to pay attention to the current pressing issues.

Just as he finished his last one off, his helmet alerts him of an incoming call from you. This is extremely strange, as you don't call or text when he's out at all. He picks up though, panting but quite anxious at the sudden change.

Before he has a chance to ask, you cut him off.

"please jay i-i need you..."

"Huh? What happened princess? Are you alright? Are you safe?" Jason blurts in a frenzy.

"y-yes but i n-need you and it hurts..." You whine pitifully.

"What hurts hm? Tell me, princessa." He continues worriedly as he mounts his motorcycle ready to speed back to you.

You moan at the pet name, sticky fingers returning to your abused cunt and beginning to rub at your clit again in hopes of creating some friction.

"Darling?"

Sudden embarrassment kept your form being straightforward with him and you resorted to another whimper of dissatisfaction once again.

"J-just come home, please Jay?"

"I'm on my way pretty girl, just sit tight for me." Jason responded with a click of the line going dead.

In the meantime, you were a pitiful writhing mess, voice hoarse and hands shaking. The covers have long been forgotten, leaving your open thighs trembling with both frustration and the cold.

Jason was shitting himself. Between your defeated pleas for him to just come home coupled with your reluctance to be specific, he was terrified.

His mind kept replaying scenarios of horror and bloodshed as he ignored every single traffic law to get back to you.

Finally outside your shared apartment, he flung himself up the fire escape and through your kitchen window. When it was deemed safe, he took off his mask and called out to you. He was met with a desperate sobs in response, which only made his worry grow.

Hard footsteps could be heard making their way closer to you, making you flinch slightly.

Upon flinging open the bedroom door, Jason was sorely unprepared to meet such a pitiful sight.

There you were, spread open for all to see. Cunt swollen and wet, dripping like a faucet onto the sweat-soaked sheets. Your braids ran wild behind you as your bonnet had slipped off and your entire body was trembling due to the chill in the air.

Even as his huge form stood over you, your shaky and tired hands continued to rub at your clit, desperate for relief. Your bitten lips were still being chewed and your teary eyes remained squeezed shut.

Jason softened and hardened at the same time, but in different places.

You open your eyes to find him in his tactical gear looming over you and your hands immediately fly up from you body to make grabby hands at him.

He manages a genuine, soft smile despite the carnal desire brewing in his pants.

Before he indulges though, he need to make sure you're okay first.

"Hey, I'm right here love. You alright?" He whispers over your shaking body, his hand volunteering to rub your calf in effort to soothe your shaking.

"J-Jay? fuck I need-" you sob as your trembling hand returns to your abused clit once again.

He catches your hand and kisses the back of it, knowing that this will only overstimulate you. However, this was all the confirmation he needed. Jason stripped himself quickly and crawled his way up to you on the bed.

"Shhhh I know querida, I know... Does it hurt?" Jason questions, trying to gauge the situation the best he could.

You nod fervently, just wanting some fucking relief. Your hips were sore from being in such an open position for so long, your breasts and nipples were raw, and oh god you didn't want to acknowledge the burning between your legs.

Just then, Jason captured your lips with his as soft reassurance. This gentleness didn't last, as your desires began to overtake your mouths and soon, you were both hungrily devouring each other.

Jason was here, with you, right here, right now.

His hands began to roam, your body, soothing all the tension and frustration that was once there. It hurt him to feel your muscles trembling in such a painful way, but also inspired him to make them shake for a more intimate purpose.

Jason's mouth made its way down your body, from the back of your left ear to your collarbone, making your gasp as he left marks of his devotion in his wake. His journey led him to the valley between your breasts, where his hands began to knead your right breast with practiced skill.

"J-Jay please- oh~"

At your call, his head perks up from where he was kissing down your stomach, just above your navel.

Jason's lustful green eyes settle on your pleading and desperate gaze, to which he smirks and settles the side of his head on your soft tummy and continues holding your gaze.

"Tell me how you want me, cariño"

You bit your lip. All this longing has robbed you of your ability to think, and in the most crucial moment, your mind went blank.

Seeming to notice, Jason moves himself back up to your face, silver chain dangling from his neck over yours, and employs his left hand to smooth your braids from your face.

"You want me to fuck you like the heavens have forsaken us, hm?"

You moan and nod, one of your hands moving to his weeping length and beginning to stroke it.

Jason devours you again, making you eat his moans and whimpers, and finally positions himself between your legs.

Upon swiping a thick finger between your folds he realizes that he's completely good to go, no prep needed.

"Deep breath, mami~" he grits out. He doesn't wait for a response before he's pushing himself all the way in.

You both moan in unison, and continue to do so as Jason's thrusts pickup speed and force.

As soon as he's found a rhythm his mouth and hands didn't leave your body. His chain dangled closely above you as he kissed your cheeks and neck, and his hands kneaded and squeezed wherever they went.

Surprising to neither of you, Jason's pace quickly became brutal, but he continued hitting all the sensitive spots inside your warm walls. His roughness never overshadowed his ability to bring you pleasure, he made sure of that.

Remembering your sore hips, Jason pulls a pillow under your ass to change the angle, which allows him to reach that much deeper inside you.

Your pussy clenches hard at the newfound pleasure and the coil in your lower tummy begins to unravel.

"You like that 'ma? This tight pussy tells me you do." He chuckles.

All you can do is moan and grip the soft sheets for dear life; Jason was making you see Andromeda.

The coil, never forgotten, was closing in quickly, by which Jason was undeniably privy to due to your walls closing on on him.

You threw your head back and tried to stay in the moment without getting lost in the anticipation of your impending orgasm.

At this, Jason's now free hand found the back of your head and lifted it back up to meet his gaze.

"Amorcita? I know you're close, mi vida. You know what I want" Jason whispers against your mouth, his breath ghosting over your bitten and swollen lips.

The coil was becoming unbearable now. You were teetering on just the edge, just the painstaking precipice of and absolutely mind-bending orgasm.

You notice that Jason was getting sloppier, and his thrusts quicker and not as deep. His quick breaths became laboured and his eyes screwed shut. He was close.

"You're right there darling. C'mon, cum with me." He says before he smashes his lips on yours and thrusts hard. The coil in your tummy finally snapping at the surprise.

Galaxies and other stars bathed in white bliss was all you were able to perceive as the long-awaited orgasm claimed every blazing nerve in your body. No longer cold, but cozily warm your body felt as the waves of pleasure continued to cascade throughout your body.

Your other half was pushed over the edge by your climax, which then painted your insides a sticky white while he groaned in your ear upon release.

You were too far gone to notice his thrusts coming to a stop and his hands running themselves up and down your sides, gently coaxing your back in the present with him.

"Mami? You back with me yet" Jason whispers in your neck.

You barely register what he's saying, outside stimulation being very hazy and distant.

"Hmm?"

"I asked if you're with me yet." He says with a laugh. You looked so lost but finally content.

You nod your head, but this was't sufficient.

"Words, querida."

"Yeah, I'm good." You respond with a sigh.

Though you knew tomorrow morning would be hell on your muscles, you were finally satisfied and happy.

Jason kissed your forehead and got up to get a towel, but stopped once he got to the ensuite bathroom and turned to look at you while leaning on the doorframe.

"Oh and baby?"

You turn over to look at him, your eyes not being able to fight the urge to roam the expanse of his glorious body as if your guts weren't already rearranged.

"Hmm?"

"I hope you never charge that vibrator again."

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a/n pt2: PHEWWWW YALL THIS TOOK SO LONG AND MY BROWSER QUIT AND I ALMOST LOST ALL MY PROGRESS

anyways its 3am night night

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siconetribal · 28 days

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Put It On My Tab: Chapter 8

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 @wordsfromshona @harlequin-hangout @harpy-space @tild3ath @gone-batty-fics @princessbl0ss0m @dakotali

Warning: Epiphanies, violence, crime fighting, and staffing issues

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

Sorry about the delay, I wasn't sure on where to go with the story for some time, and health problems started popping up more and more. Things are still hectic, but hopefully manageable.

Personal matters aside, I hope you all continue to enjoy. Thank you for all your support always.

A big shout-out to my friend who is a manager of a facility much like Citlalli. How you handle the various incidents that you do with such grace is inspiring.

A huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

If you’re new to the story, here is a link to the other parts:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

It was moments like these that reminded him of the benefits of wearing his red helmet. The contents of his head remained intact and inside his skull at all times..

Holy shit, she was the barista at the counter! Red Hood quickly got back up onto his feet, bobbing to dodge a hook before grabbing the bigger guy's sleeve, yanking the guy forward to grab his head. A sickening crunch followed by a cry of pain was satisfaction to the vigilante’s ears. The lumbering giant fell to his knees, holding his face. “It wasn’t that bad,” he scoffed, waiting for his opponent to get back up. The clang of metal was all he heard before watching the crook fall face-first into the pavement. “Now that, that would be pretty bad.” He shrugged, looking up at Nightwing. “You know I had him, right?”

“Is that what you call being plowed into a brick wall? I swear, the lingo of the youth these days.” The elder Robin ran a gloved hand through his hair, looking down at the unconscious bodies littered around. “Two, four, I think that’s all of them.” He nudged his foot into the one on his right, watching the body roll over.

“Looks like it. Now we just gotta wrap ‘em up and drop ‘em off for the cops.” Red Hood motioned towards the street with his head. “I guess today wasn’t a total waste.” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. Dammit, I can’t believe I didn’t notice it sooner! This could’ve all been nicely packed and solved, stupid, stupid, stupid! He berated himself as they dragged the culprits to one of the nearby working lamp posts, tying them up. Clearly finding some Jane Doe of Gotham was not as easy as he thought, especially when he looked right at her and failed to realize it. His pride as a detective was bruised to a point that he was not sure if it would ever be restored. No way in hell I’m telling Grayson about that, I’ll really never hear the end of it. He glared at the guy with the broken nose. Once again, he was grateful that he wore a red helmet instead of a domino mask. His red cheeks and peeved expression was hidden to all except for himself as the two wrapped up for the evening.

Y/N lay crumpled and slouched on the old sofa of their apartment, exhausted and defeated. How many weeks had it been since all this started? How many more were left? She had just paid the first installment of the bill, a glorious moment, until she saw the damage to her bank account.

Life’s not fair, I get it, but this is cruel and unusual! She sighed for the umpteenth time, sinking into the old cushions a little deeper. He had to have noticed her, there was no way her attempts at anonymity were successful. Not to mention, he literally caught me falling! Ah, then there’s the stroke of genius Cici had. Really, a victim of Joker laughing gas? Now he’s really going to think I’m insane and refuse to pay! Then again, maybe he’ll pity me enough and actually pay? He did leave a sizable tip between the two of us. She forced herself to sit up straight and crossed her legs.

“No, get it together! You need to talk to him and explain the situation. I’m sure we can come to a reasonable conclusion through proper discourse! We’re both adults, and he clearly has a savior/hero complex because he did help me at the bar. I’m sure he can be reasoned with when he’s not inebriated or asking a billion questions.” She nodded to herself. “The real issue is how do I find him and prove I’m not some nut case?” Her pursed lips slid side to side as she tried to figure out a method to meet up with him again.

Citlalli had suggested she just turn up at Wayne manor or Wayne Enterprises. It was a tempting option, but with her luck, Y/N had a feeling she was going to be labeled as the new arm candy of the billionaire playboy and that was nothing but trouble. The last thing either of them needed was a horde of paparazzi hounding them or breaking into their rickety apartment and potentially breaking whatever they got their hands on.

Was Bruce Wayne handsome? Yes, there was no denying that. But handsome hardly scratched the “worth it” surface. Just look at where she was stuck now thanks to one of his adopted children. No, good looks did not make things worth it, like Citlalli always said. It only made matters worse. “And triple-y so when a Wayne was involved.” She muttered. “What if he never returns to the coffee shop? It’s been a whole month since then and nada!” She threw her hands up in frustration and slouched on the couch once more. “Doesn’t help that Arkham_Knight has been MIA, too! None of the quests are as fun without him. But he did say he’s going to be out of town or something about no gaming access. I wonder if kicking Wonder Boy’s butt is still on the table if he knew who he was.” It was so very tempting to just give in to the siren call, but she knew better than that. For starters, it would ruin the dynamic between the two of them and one or both of them would end up in jail for attacking a trust fund kid like him.

Her thoughts were broken by the clatter of her phone vibrating on the coffee table. Grabbing the device, she hit the green button on the outdated device. “Hey Cici, what’s up?”

“Hey chica, where are you right now?”

“At the apartment, sprouting on the couch like a potato, why?”

“Can you help me out, pretty please?” Y/N could hear the batting of her lashes through the phone.

“Hmmm, I dunno, I do have a pretty tight schedule between germination, wallowing in my financial crater, and staring out into the darkness.” Y/N tucked the phone between her shoulder and ear as she made her way into the kitchen. “What’s up?”

“Oh, woe is you, so busy.” Citlalli scoffed. “Anyway, I really need your help! I just got word that Ryan had asked Stacy to cover his shift and she agreed. Neither of them confirmed that he would be taking up her shift today, and he's saying that he asked her but never agreed to pick up from her. Yes, it's stupid, and I’m going to have to sit these over privileged brats down and explain to them how swapping shifts work again. But, that's not the point! I need someone in today and I thought you may want to pick up some hours to save up faster. Are you able to?”

“Yeah, ok, I’ll head in. Thanks for the chance, I really appreciate it. You don’t worry your little curly head about this and just enjoy the weekend away with your family. Send me any open shifts, and I’ll cover where I can, cool?”

“Miha, you’re a lifesaver! Thank you so much!” Citllali quickly dissolved into heaps of praises and prayers in Spanish out of sheer relief before she finally hung up the call and texted the information.

Another Saturday night shift left unmanned because why would they honor the hours they said they'd work? Not like I can complain though, I’m hitting overtime now and that means more money for me to get these payments over with. She made her way down the narrow hallway to her bedroom, quickly getting changed into a simple black tee and jeans, with the café apron tucked away into her backpack as she locked up behind herself.

The shift had started out busy, the store filled with students and professionals burning the night oil fueled by caffeine and pastries. But as the hours slowly ticked by, the number of in-store customers dwindled down alongside the drive-thru patrons. The moon was now up in place of the sun, and no one really dared to be out too late in this part of Gotham. Only the foolish and desperate, like herself, remained at work because the company insisted on a 24-hour shop to help spruce the town.

Did she want to be out here at night? No. Was being at home in the apartment alone any better? No. At least there was surveillance here. Any trouble that could happen would be recording, and she would be safe, sort of. Shrugging off self-preservation, Y/N began to sweep the floors to pass the time. It was better than standing at the counter waiting for no one to come in. It was another dead night, nothing serious was going to happen.

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chaoticsomeone · 10 months

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Blood and Hearts

Redhood x Heartrender!Reader(GN)

Redhood is being tortured. It was like all before. Joker. He seems powerless. Unable to fight due to his PTSD. You, his S/O saved him and earned yourself a spot in the Batfamily.

First time writing a fic so feedback will be appreciated

Heartrenders have the ability to manipulate the body. They can snatch the air from your lungs, slow your pulse until you fall into a coma, or even literally crush your heart—all if they can see their enemies

You sensed something was wrong. Jason hasn't returned. It was 2 am. Jason promised to be back by now. You rushed to call Babs.

Babs had told you that she has lost contact with Jason a few minutes before you called. And the last minute of the call she could hear the Joker. Batman and the others have tried to locate him but is unsuccesful. You loved Jay very much. You've been together for 3 years. He always is a man of his word. Even though you two were close, he never knew of your Grisha powers, Heartrending.

You put on your red kefta-like suit you kept hidden for so long. "It still fits like a glove" you muttered to yourself. Before going to find him. You held your shimmering scale necklace, an amplifier and a gift from Sankta Alina. Your mother and a Saint.

You were trained by some great grisha in your dimension. Notably the King and enrolled in a school for high-ranking Grisha. So you have learned to be agile yet perfectly accurate in all your movements.

Jumping roof to roof trying to find Jay yourself. After 15 minutes you gave up and called Dick. "Hey Dick, I know Jay is in trouble. Please let me help. I can be a good asset. Just meet me somewhere please." You said, you sounded determined yet worried. "Uh Y/N its dangerous, we're facing the Joker again. But the old bat agreed you can meet us atop the second tallest building in Gotham.

Once you arrived, you saw all the bats prepared. Robin's stern face, Nightwing's worried look and the girls talking with each other. Without Red, your Jay you felt weird again. You shaked that feelingwi off and sensed how worried Bruce was. Dick brought you to the bats and you were questioned about what you were wearing. "Did you become a vigilante too or something?" Dick asked, his grin is unmistakeable. You just smiled and said "You'll see, I have something that will assist us" You two decided to talk with the others for leads. After around 20 minutes you all decided you'd be going in partners checking 4 spots they had narrowed down. Bruce was reluctant to let you go but since Dick will be protecting you he finally allowed you to come along. Dick and you, Cass and Steph, Damian and Bruce, lastly Duke and Tim went your own ways soon after.

As Dick swung across buildings you leapt great distances. All the vehicles were used so you two were resorted to this. Along the way he asked you about what you meant with the suit and all. You finally opened up to being a Grisha Heartrender and Tailor and being from another universe entirely. You told him what you could do. After some more tlaking you finally arrived at the abandoned zoo. The smell of carcasses flooded your nose. With a swish of a hand you got rid of your ability to smell, offering to do the same for Nightwing.

Once you two were ready you walked around. After a few minuted passed you heard Jason's heavy panting and Joker's maniacal laugh. Nightwing will be flanking them behind them while you walking to them directly from a point where they both can see you clearly.

Raising your hands while muttering "saints, mom, help me" you moved your hands intricately yet quickly to give Joker a heart attack. While Joker was struggling you brought Redhood back to the present. You walked and talked to him while Nightwing holds the Joker's struggling body. You empowered Red and Nightwings body is a quick swish of your hands. Red got back to normal the moment Joker survived the heart attack. He wanted to ask you why you're there and all but you gave him a sharp look that said stay focused ask later. Red and Nightwing took turns attacking him. You threw them a nearby rope. You slowed the Joker's heartbeat putting him into a coma. Making it easier for Jay to carry him through the Night. But Joker was not an ordinary mortal. He some how managed to wake. Punching Red in the face. At this point you were angry. Your hands moved faster than ever gracefully dancing. You decided to use a harsher method of giving him a heartattack while squeezing his lungs. After Red and Nightwing got him tied up you put him into a deep coma with Redhood's punch and your powers.

Silence was all you all could hear. The other's landing breaked the silence. Batman hugged Redhood tightly. Red said "Wow Old man you actually missed me" as he took a step back. The bats looked at you and smiled or thanked you one way or another. They asked you to join them in certain missions. Jay especially was smiling, as he walked to you then lifted you up as he kissed you. You were relieved he's alive. But tomorrow you're sure you'd be given a lot of questions to answer to.

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s1ater · 2 years

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daddy’s girl.

pairings. jason todd x fem!reader

part three of n/a.

about. jason questions you, only to find something out that he didn’t expect.

warnings. foul language, a little smut in the beginning

ricky rocks. lol i wanna kms

“you wanted this though, didn’t you jason?” you hiked up your plaid skirt with a devious smile, one that made his chest tighten. you plopped yourself down on his lap, so you were now straddling him, your hands on his chest as he seemed to try his best to lean away, but you had him trapped in that chair.

his breathing became strangled as he watched you and the way you seemed to get bored so fast before an idea flickered through your mind and you began to rock your hips back and forth with your barely clothed pussy rubbing against the rough lining of the zipper of his dress pants.

“i see the way you look at me,” your hips still slowly swayed in a circle as you tilted your head before closing your eyes as if a sudden wave of pleasure took over you, which wasn’t a lie with the zipper of his pants catching against your clit. “oh jason,” you groan, “i want you to make me feel good.”

he suddenly felt swallowed whole by everything of you and you’re scent of some fruity perfume. he had to stifle a groan with everything starting to get to him; the rotation of your hips that was slowly becoming painful against his increasing growing hard on, the small sounds of whimpers pushing past your lips, and even your hands that gripped his thin white tee-shirt for dear life.

“oh god,” you bit your lip before throwing your head back, one hand releasing his shirt before gripping your own, more specifically your breast that was peaking beneath the dangerously low half unbuttoned of your school shirt, begging for his attention. “oh, jason, please. feel how wet i am.”

before he could even think, your hand grasped his, placing it right beneath your skirt where your pantries were bunched to the side, giving attention to your bare cunt, indeed wet and desperate for his fingers.

“i want you to fuck me,” your hand released his and then clutched his zipper, pulling it down and then unbuttoning, revealing the white boxers that tried their best to conceal his obvious bulge. “fuck me, jason, please—“

—jason got up fast with a cold sweat dripping down practically every inch of his body. he looked around fast with flushed cheeks and a quick beating heart that he swore was going to crack his ribs. a feeling of absolute despair clouded his brain at the realization of everything that had just went down within his very own conscience.

“fuck,” he drug his hand down his face, wiping it from sweat and sleep, trying to fix his mind straight.

for the past week all jason could think about was you. even without the whole part of you being looped into an ex drug and sex trafficking operation, you were always bearing in his mind with every fucking move you made.

he didn’t get you. he couldn’t figure you out at all.

even after going to bruce.

“you realize you’re putting us in a very bad position, right?”

“no, dick, i didn’t,” bruce didn’t show an inch of remorse nor surprisal as he tinkered with one of his gadgets.

“if what jason is saying, is correct, that could mean a number of things that could all lead to bad things,” dick had his hands held out, enunciating the best he could, like he was talking to a child, but bruce still didn’t look up nor show any real sign that he was listening. “things that could include a death.”

“no need to get dramatic, dick,” bruce shook his head while setting down his piece of work, finally looking up to his two sons who stared at him with serious statures. “you two are thinking way too far into this than you need to be.”

jason’s brows narrowed in as he stared at bruce in disbelief, “you do realize i killed her pimp.”

“i’m sure she’s grateful,” he turned in his chair, starting another project. “maybe ask her about it instead of being a crook and making it a larger deal than needed.”

the fact that bruce couldn’t care less annoyed him, further more leading jason to disperse from the house for another month—something you weren’t surprised by nor cornered, because you had no idea what was really going on.

you grew accustomed to jason’s absence and you found it a lot more enjoyable than you originally thought you would. especially since you could breathe without him questioning your next move.

jason, however, was finding it quite difficult without your presence.

“master todd, we didn’t expect you.”

jason disregarded alfred as he made his way in the mansion, nodding to his words, “don’t worry.”

“not staying for long, i assume?”

“who knows,” he trudged down the entrance of the foyer before making his way to the staircase that led to the bedrooms, picking out to yours.

“c’mon, let’s go,” he opened your door without a knock, revealing you standing in the midst of your room, putting things away at your desk. “i’m only going to ask you once, let’s go.”

a strange look crossed your face as you stared at him, not knowing what to say, not really knowing what to do until he moves away from the door and back toward the stairs.

you follow him and don’t stop till he stands by his bike.

“you’re gonna have to tell me where we’re going if you want me to get on that with you.”

“what, you scared?” he hummed, pulling out a helmet before offering it to you.

you slightly smirk, swaying on your feet, “no, not scared, just don’t trust you.”

jason scoffed, “you’re one to talk.”

“and you’re a saint?”

“just take the damn bike helmet and get on.”

“only if you let me drive it,” you eyed him up and down with a smirk.

“yeah, you wish, princess.”

“you initiating me into your gang or something?”

jason didn’t even attempt to answer as he rolled his eyes, continuing to lead you down the busy side walk where he soon walked into a diner that you hadn’t ever seen before.

you still paused, looking the building up and down in hesitation, your chest burning with the analyzation of the building. you had no choice to follow him in.

“you want to be friends now?”

“whoever said i didn’t?”

you slid into the other side of the booth that jason had chosen.

“i don’t know, it seems you have a strong repulsion whenever i come within five feet of you.”

“and you’re not the same way?” jason thinks of the revolting attitude you carry against him ever since the christmas party and he’s almost annoyed that you were trying to pin the hostile nature between the two of you on him.

“why’re you so concerned how i feel about you?” you leaned forward on your forearms, narrowing your brows on him.

you were being contradicting and he couldn’t tell if it was purposeful or not. either way, jason could feel his annoyance building up progressively and he was beginning to regret wanting to talk to you.

“maybe i find you intriguing,” it’s the best he could come up with as he shrugged simply, clasping his hands in front of him on the table top. “i mean ex-stripper, you gotta have some stories.”

any sign of amusement drops from your face as you now slightly glare at him, surveying his face, looking for what his game was.

“funny.”

“you think so?” he now leans back in the booth, more relaxed now that the conversation was going his way. “i think so. i think it’s really ironic too, you know? because of bruce and i also shutting that place down.”

“i think it’s really ironic that that’s where you brought me today,” you weren’t entertained at all, and at first you thought it was some coincidence that jason took you to this diner the that used to be the exact strip club you worked at before this conversation was brought up.

you were beginning to think it wasn’t a coincidence at all.

“funny.”

“you think you’re so smart jason todd,” you mirrored his slack position against your side of the booth, but everything about you was still tensed and annoyed. “maybe take time to actually read between the lines and not what was just on the police report.”

“there was no reading between the lines with your case, y/n. there’s millions that i’ve been through that mirror exactly yours with every minor detail. stay mad that i killed your pimp.”

“he wasn’t my pimp, asshole.”

“then who was he?” jason quirked a brow, “your manager? your friend? your boyfriend? whatever label you had on that man, it doesn’t change who he was. he’s still a guy who marked your body for prices.”

your face was screwed up, lines of slight confusion inking your expression as he spoke, “he was my father.”

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midnightecko · 2 years

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Jason Todd x reader

Jason only recently started getting along with his family, by that I mean they didn't immediately kill each other when they see each other on the field.

And while he was happy to be able to talk to his family, he hasn't been able to take to the person he missed most, you.

You had been avoiding him, he was positive you knew who he was under the mask. Every time you saw him as RedHood, you would turn the otherway and disappear.

If Jason had to be honest it was pissing him off. All he wanted in the world was to see you and hold you in his arms until your both old and grey. But he couldn't because you kept running from him.

The closest he got to you since he died was when he was following you.

He remembered how you noticed his presence and how you turned around to look at him. You two held eye contact for what seemed like eternity, and even under your domino mask he swore you cast him the smallest of smiles.

He sighed thinking of the memory taking off his helmet and shaking out his hair, much like what a dog would do.

"What's wrong Jaybird," Dick spoke up from behind him.

If it was possible Jason would shove Dick off the roof and let him plumit to his death. But sadly he couldn't because as much as Dick annoyed him he still loved his big brother, not that he would ever tell Dick that.

"How'd you find me," Jason asked.

"Ya'know that we were supposed to patrol together tonight right?" Dick responded.

Jason have to turn around to know that he was smiling, he could practically hear the smile in his voice.

"Yeah, I know"

"So you tried to bail on me"

"Yep"

Dick laughed and sat down next to Jason, who had the smallest traces of a smile on his face.

"No but seriously, how did you find me"

"You're they only adult in this entire city that has a favorite gargoyle"

Jason shook his head and laughed, turning to the said gargoyle on the other side of him.

"Yeah I guess your right"

Dick paused for a moment, thinking off a way he could word his next sentence without scaring Jason off.

"Jay....is there...something you want to talk...about?"

Jason stopped twirling his white strands of hair, a nervous habit he picked up after the Lazarus Pit.

"I....have you talked to y/n?" He spoke, a nervous wavering in his voice. He heard Dick taking in a sharp breath.

"She's...she's good. Busy but good"

He stopped for a moment thinking.

"Look it's not my place to tell...but she's had a lot on her hands lately. I'll talk to her....meet me at midnight tomorrow in the harbor warehouse, I'll tell you then"

Jason was kinda mad he had to wait, but he wanted answers. Jason huffed putting his helmet back on, he nodded and jumped off the roof. Dick sighed and followed his baby brother.

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That following morning Dick walked into the cave partially regretting what he said to Jason, knowing damn well it was gonna be hard to convince you.

'Speak of the devil' Dick thought.

You had just walked into the batcave carrying a small child on your hip.

The child had wavy ebony hair that went down to his chin and crystal blue eyes. Dick couldn't help but think that he looked almost identical to Jason when he was younger.

He still remembers when y/n brought Aslan home, that was the kid's name, everyone was so sad when Jason died that no on noticed

y/n's 7 month long absence until she came home from the hospital with a baby.

She never told anyone who the father was, but no one needed to be told. It was pretty obvious, the timeliness matched up perfectly and he looked exactly like him. Aslan was a exact replica of his father, and he was spoiled like you couldn't believe by his grandfather and uncles.

He was mischievous and sarcastic for a 5 year old and loved reading. Most of the books in Wayne Manor were already ready by him, all of the age appropriate ones that is.

"HEY Little Bird!" Dick exclaimed towards the balcony. Both you and Aslan looked down towards the voice. You with a small smile and Aslan with giddy excitement.

"UNCLE DICK!", the small child was trying to wiggle out of your hold.

You laughed setting him down, only for Aslan to run into Dick's open arms. The latter picked him up and put him on his shoulders.

Duck turned his head to the 5 year old, "Isn't it a little early for you to be up Little Bird." Said child didn't get to respond for you were already going to answer.

"It is, but he wasn't going back to sleep until he saw you get back," you shook your head at his stubbornness. "Plus he only just got up" you added.

"Well let's put you to bed then," Dick spoke to Aslan. The child wined and shook his head, "but I want to stay up with you."

"Nope you promised your mother that you would go to bed after you saw me, I'll even tuck you in"

Aslan didn't look to happy but nonetheless he agreed.

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"Goodnight Little Bird"

"Goodnight Lovebug"

As soon as Dick closed the door you turned to him. "Now, what did you want to talk about Dick"

"I- ya'know what nevermind, anyway so I met with Jason-" Dick didn't get to finish his sentence because you were walking away.

"Come on y/n you can't avoid him forever your going to have to tell him he has a kid eventually."

You stopped, you knew this day was coming. You already knew that you had to.

You loved Jason, but you loved your child more. You didn't want Aslan to grow up without a father, but Jason wasn't ready.

He still was killing, the family knew he was trying but not his hardest. There were still murders pointed towards RedHood, Aslan didn't need to grow up with a murderer for a father.

But Dick was right, Jason at least deserved to know he had a kid. And deep down you wanted to hold Jason, hold him in your arms until you both are old and gray. ;)

Snapping you out of your thoughts Dick spoke, "he's been asking about you ya'know, and it's not my place to tell him about Aslan"

Dick stopped waiting for you to yell at him, when you didnt he continued, "I told him I would meet him at midnight tonight in the Harbor Warehouse, instead of me going you go. Tell him about Aslan and everything that's been going on."

You didn't respond, you only stood there silent. A couple seconds passed -ones that felt like eternity- until you spoke, "ok".

If everyone in the house wasn't sleep Dick wouldn't have heard you, but thankfully they were and he heard you.

He let out a lond relieved sigh, "good good, you won't regret it. Remember midnight tonight, Harbor Warehouse"

He hugged you and walked away.

Standing there in there hallway you were regretting your decision. "Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God, what did I just agree to".

You sped walked to your room, opened the door, and flopped down on your bed. Sometimes you wished you didn't have Aslan at such a young age, for you yourself still felt like a child.

You wished you could just curl up into a ball and cry into someone like a baby. Not to have so many responsibilities. Not to have to take care of a child. Not to have to patrol every other night to keep the criminals at bay.

It was frustrating and you wish it would all just stop.

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That night Jason waited anxiously in the warehouse, pacing back and forth under the broken glass ceiling.

Jason was playing with his fingers to substitute for twirling his white hair because he could take off his helmet.

If he wasn't actively starring at the floor he probably wouldn't have caught the shadow jump across the beams holding the broken glass ceiling.

Jason lighting fast reflexes turn his body to face you. You landed 5 or so meters away from him. Neither of you said a word. You still have the same suit you wore when you were both teenagers.

He admired the way your suit hugged your curves, how your cape draped over your shoulders, how your chest had gotten much larger.

You cleared your throat to get his attention. And successfully because not a second later his eyes -or what you assumed to be his eyes- snapped up to meet yours.

Your hand raised to take off your mask and lower your hood. Jason hadn't said a word since you arrived and it was making you more nervous that you'd like to admit.

"Jason?"

Next thing you knew you were being lifted off the ground. Jason had picked you up in a hug, at some point he had taken his helmet off. When you don't recall, but his face was out in the open.

And thats when you lost it. Jason set you down as you broke down in tears, letting all your bundled up emotions over the years out. Your body shook with sobs of sadness, anger, hurt, relief. Honestly you didn't know what you were feeling at this moment but whatever it was overwhelming you and opened the floodgates.

Jason pulled back to look at you. Your cries had calmed down, but a tear would escape every now and then.

This was when you got your first good look at Jason since you were teenagers. Your hand involuntarily moved up to his face, you stopped when Jason flinched back.

After a second or two you continued with your advance. Once your hand reached its destination you mumbled, "Oh Jason..."

"I know," he spoke in a soft voice his eyes trailing to the floor not looking you in the eyes, you had never heard him sound so vulnerable, "I'm disgusting"

"No Jason, never, you're still the handsome man I fell in love with", you said as your hand traced the scar that resembled a 'J' under his left eye.

A single tear left his eye as he looked back at you, the tear not able tofall far for your thumb was there to wipe it away. All while not losing eye contact, you guided his head towards you. He followed your lead and moved his head down infront of your face. You looked towards his scar and brought your lips to place a gentle kiss on it.

"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt anymore"

Your worry must have shown in your eyes. He let out a small chuckle and took hold of the hand still on his face and placed a lingering kissed to your palm.

He then turned you, slowly moving closer. His eyes flickering back and forth from your lips, "can i..." his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, "can I kiss you?"

You nodded your head, not able to get any words out.

"I'm gonna need words sweetheart"

You felt your face heat up, it amazed you how he could still make you flush.

"Yes", you said in the quietest whisper. And with that he closed the small gap between you two.

The kiss wasn't lustful, but sweet and gentle and full of passion. The passion of two lovers separated only to meet again with both equally different lives than before. Passion that was locked away for years only to be opened by the smallest of keys.

You could feel him smile against your lips, and as much as you didn't want to you, pulled away.

"I'm so sorry", you spoke the tears coming back, "I knew it was you the whole time, but I was scared and I-". You were cut off by Jason as he wiped away your tears.

"No I should be the one to apologize, I was a coward. I was afraid that you were gonna be mad at me, and I'm trying I really am. But I just I get so angry and...", he pulled away from the comfort of your embrace walking away. He didn't go to far and stopped only a couple feet away from you, turned away.

You didn't say anything, you only walk up behind him and took him in your arms.

"Jason there's....there's something I need to tell you", you spoke walking around to look him in the eye, "I...I have a kid".

Jason's felt his heart shatter, he backed away from you, a million questions were racing through his brain.

'Who is the father'

'How long before you moved on'

'Was it Dick'

'Is that what he wanted to tell me

You saw the gears turning in him head, you knew how he thought. Without thinking you blurted out the truth before you could think and Jason could run away.

"He's yours!", the words left your mouth before you knew what was happening. Pausing you waited for Jason to say something, when he didn't you looked up at him. His face was void of emotion except for his wide eyes indicating he was shocked.

"Please say something," you were scared. Scared he was going to leave you and leave you and Aslan all alone.

"How far along," Jason spoke after a minute of silence.

"What"

"How far along were you when..." He didn't finish. But you knew what he ment, how far along were you when he died.

You remembered the night you found out. You were so scared, being only 16 you knew your mother would shun you. But you were also somewhat happy, you'd always wanted children, but they were coming sooner than expected. You were also happy to tell Jason, he was always hanging around with the younger kids in Gotham, he was going to be a great father.

You were planning on telling him when he got back from Europe, you were so happy. Weeks passed before you went up to Bruce and asked him what was going on and where Jason was. When he told you the news your heart dropped, later deciding that you wouldn't tell the Wayne's about your pregnancy until you had the baby. This resulted in your temporary absence from Gotham.

"y/n", Jason snapped you out of your thoughts.

"About 2½ months, I only found out when you were away and when Bruce told me what happened I-" you stopped talking knowing that if you continued you would breakdown. Not that you hadn't already, your tears were flowing freely down your face there was no use in trying to stop them.

You hadn't been looking at Jason since he first asked the question, to afraid he would be mad at you for keeping this from him.

He ended up doing quite the opposite, he walked forward and wrapped his arms around you. Encasing you in his strong hold he nestled his face into your neck and mumbled something you couldn't make out.

"Jason I can't hear you"

He pulled away still close enough to hold you in his arms and looked directly into your eyes, it felt as if he was starring straight into your soul.

"What's his name?" Jason spoke a small smile on his face, the same smile he shared with his son.

"Aslan"

Jason's smile only widened, "like th-". You cut him off "yes like the lion, Aslan Jason Todd-Wayne"

"Can I..I...can I see him"

"Yes but he won't be awake for a couple hours" you sent him a smile and kissed him on a scar right above his eyebrow, "for now let start patrol"

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-May or may not post a part 2 depends

Authors note: YAY ITS FINALLY FINISHED I thought of this when I was half awake before school started. The original plot I dreamt of was-

-y/n: [idk what was said] our son..

-jason: our son? Wdym our son?😧

-y/n: *stutters over words* what? What son? Who's son?🤡

-something wholesome idk

Now I arrived at school and started typing this out on my phone so for the next 5 or so hours I wrote a 2500+ word story on my android 🙃

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todds thighs #red hood x reader #redhood #red hood and the outlaws #the red hood #dc comcis #robin #batman #batman comics #batfamily #batfam #x reader #x female reader #dc x y/n #y/n

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ladyelissarose · 2 years

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Warnings: blood, broken bones, gun, death, it’s a big mixture of angst and fluff.. remember, I’m a crazy writer I know I know.

“The Secrets of Gotham-Unmasked”

Chp. 14

RedHoods POV

Jason parked a couple of blocks from Arkham Prison, and saw how two big guards stood right at the gate, making him think of another way to get in.

��Good thing for my gadgets we have plan B. But I need to find the security room first... then I’ll do what needs to be done.’

Jason creeped his way to the back of the building without being seen, the snow was soft making his footsteps soundless. He carried his hand gun in one hand and held a crowbar in the other, he reached the electrical fence and saw a vehicle near by the fence, so he climbed to the top of the van and jumped off of it making it into the other side of the fence inside the prisons gates. He forgot about his pain in the legs which caused him to not land of his feet but on his knees and hands. He could swear something in his body had finished breaking, but he got up and tried his best to make it to the back door. With his crowbar he jammed the door opened, making his way inside he saw no one around and searched for the security room. As he walked down the dark and freezing hallway he heard approaching footsteps, making him run into an open closet they had there,

‘This looks like a janitors closet.. ughh I hate dark enclosed places.. c’mon leave already!’

He could see from the opening under the door the passing shadows leaving out of sight, once he could believe that no one was around, he flipped the switch and saw how they had spare sets of Arkham Prisons Guards uniform hanging around.

‘Flipping perfect.. now let’s see if.. yup. they have my size.’

Ignoring the pain that ripped through his body as he yanked his suit off, Jason pulled on the uniform and grabbed a spare cap they had there. He bunched up his suit in his hands and walked out of the closet with his head looking at the ground, as soon as he saw an garbage can around the corner, Jason stuffed his suit into the trash can. As he walked around he saw a few people pass by him and refer to him as ‘Tim’, so he responded with a small nod as he moved on, he looked at his uniform and saw how the name tag read, ‘Tim Drake’ so he had to remember that as each officer or guard past greeting him. Jason was getting desperate because he couldn’t find the security room, but that’s when he finally found it down an empty hall, so he rushed inside, checked to see if there was anyone inside, and sense there wasn’t, he locked the door. Jason clicked around the cameras and looked for where the cell rooms lied, and looked to see how many women where in Arkham Prison, which was only one at the moment, when satisfied with his discoveries, he deleted the current footage of him breaking in, and disconnected the system shutting off all the cameras.

‘I have 20 minutes until the system lets the security know there’s been a disconnection. I have time.. now there’s only one woman in this Prison.. and her name is Patricia Stewart... what a fucking horrific name.’

At thinking of the name Jason’s heart clenched in his chest for a reason he didn’t quite understand yet. So with that he walked out of the room and locked the door inside so no one wouldn’t get in, he also broke the knob from the outside with his crowbar after a few strikes to it. Looking around for any watchers he quickly walked to the cell rooms, looking for his hint. He opened the doors quietly and slipped inside, all the lights were shut off but a small one at the corner of the large room. He past by each one and saw some of the weirdest criminals inside that were sound asleep, all but one, he heard her voice call out from the echoing cell in a whisper,

“I thought check ups were already done.. i can’t sleep with all the noise.”

Jason looked up to see her and saw the wicked woman now standing up at the door of the cell, when his eyes connected with her cold ones, his heart dropped, and his worst nightmare came back to life in one flash. Stewart’s jaw almost dropped and she looked at him up and down, and said in an astonished voice finally connecting her eyes with his again,

“You.”

Y/n’s, Bruce’s POV

Now home Y/n and Bruce stood outside out on the balcony of the Manor, they looked out into the city as they held each other tightly, Bruce stood behind Y/n with his arms wrapped around her, she leaned into his embrace as she held his gloved hands in hers. Y/n thought about the adoption situation with Danny and asked Bruce,

“would Danny’s name go under mine, sense I’m taking him under my wing-“

She felt Bruce’s shake his head no as he said,

“But when we get married we’ll have to do paperwork again to get him under mine. Wouldn’t it be easier if he was already under mine so that when we get married we are already all together?”

Bruce looked at Y/n hesitantly as he said his thoughts out loud, not thinking that she had really listened, but she did.

Y/n stayed still as she took in Bruce’s words, she finally turned to look at him and asked,

“You want to get married?”

He stuttered his answer beginning to feel worried about his earlier comment,

“O-Of course.. only- only if you want to.. I don’t want to rush you.”

Y/n glanced at the floor and back at Bruce, she wanted to say yes so badly, but she was scared that she wasn’t good for it, that she wasn’t ready to be his wife,

‘What if he regrets it later, what if I’m too broken for this.. what if I make it worse. Does he really want me? Could we work like that.. is it mean to be?’

“You don’t think it’s a bad idea, because of what’s happened? I mean I’d love to but... what do you seriously think?”

She saw Bruce’s expression drop slightly as he shoulders slumped, he kissed her temple and got down on his knee and held Y/n’s hands in his as he poured out his heart,

“Y/n, I want you to know that I’ll never care how far away you push me from this, because when I told you that I would stay and would want to marry you I meant it. You may feel a little lost, broken and damaged, but you’re not hopeless, I know who you are and I love who you are.. all of you. And that’s why I’ll stay and never leave you, so one day you can learn to see yourself the way I do. With the lives and risks we carry every day I might not have another chance to ask this question, so Y/n... will you marry me?”

Tears ran down Y/n’s face like a flowing river, it made her pink cheeks glow under the moonlight that shone through the clouds that hung over Gotham city, her hair flowed with the breeze that hit them gently, Bruce’s face held a hopeful expression, as he waited for her answer. He looked at his hands holding her trembling ones and thought it was all lost when he saw her continue to cry,

‘I screwed up-‘

“yes... I say yes.”

He heard the whisper and looked up too see a smile small she wore on her beautiful face, she shook her head and repeated,

“Yes. I want to marry you Bruce Wayne.”

He got up and lifted her spinning her around as he let out a breath he had been holding in, she giggled with happiness as she held him tightly. Bruce put her down and hugged her tightly into his chest, she embraced him with the same passion as they began to cry together softly. When Bruce let go first he pulled her in for a loving kiss, Y/n held his wet cold cheeks and deepened it. They forgot about the cold and about the world as they relished into the moment, never wanting to leave it to go back to reality. When they needed breath they pulled away and held each others faces as they looked into one another’s eyes lovingly, though Bruce could see the many questions and doubt that raced through Y/n’s, he pecked her lips as he promised,

“I don’t care how, but I promise you that we’ll make this work, because I love you and want you. I really do.. I love you Y/n Y/l/n.”

He could see her relax into his words and touch and saw calm replacing the nervousness she held,

“I love you and want you more Bruce Wayne.. I really do too.”

He then realized that he didn’t have a ring, now it was his turn to hold that face of nervousness,

“I’m so sorry-“

“For what?”

“Baby.. I don’t have a ring.”

She glanced at her hand and looked back at Bruce when she confessed,

“Why do I need a ring, when I have you. With or without the ring, with this hand I will lift your sorrows, hold onto you, catch you, guide you.. I just need someone to be mine and that’s you.”

Bruce let his tears slip more as he smiled and kissed her again, feeling happier than ever. The kiss was about to get more heated when they heard clapping coming through the doors. They separated and turned their heads toward the sound, it was a very happy and teary eyed Alfred standing there with his arms opened wide for them to receive. Bruce grabbed Y/n’s hands and they ran into Alfreds arms as they held each other in a warm group hug. Alfred kisses Y/n’s head as he congratulated them,

“I’m so happy for you two.. I really am.”

Bruce held Alfred tighter as he spoke in a shy tone,

“Thank you Alfred.”

Alfred let them go and Y/n gave Alfred a warm peck on the cheek,

“Thank you Alfred.. cute how you witnessed this.”

Alfred tears were wiped by Y/n as he said,

“Oh dear, it was beautiful.. I couldn’t help but stay... I was passing by and came to see where the cold was coming from.. but it was a wonderful surprise.”

Bruce and Y/n giggled at that as they smiled at one another.

They were surprised again to see a lovely dinner set up for them at the table as Alfred happily guided them blindfolded to the dining room, it was all elegantly set up and just looked magnificent. Alfred wanted to leave but Y/n and Bruce pleased that he stay with them so they’d all be together. It was a lovely dinner as they shared memories and moments of silence. Once their enjoyable dinner was over, Bruce and Y/n suggested they should get to work with the files. They promised Alfred that another day they would celebrate today correctly, but they needed to work on the case, which Alfred was more than pleased to work with anything at the moment, especially when he saw his two favorite people happy and comfortable.

RedHoods POV

Jason stood in front of the cage and got his face close to Stewart’s as he said in a hateful tone,

“I know you-“

“Of course you do you little bitch... you think that the memories would leave forever?”

Jason’s heart was beating out of his chest as the memories came rushing into his mind, of the night that changed his life forever, the day he went back and never came out the same. The day he became the monster, or more specifically.. the day they made him the monster.

Stewart took in his appearance and saw how in a week or so he had changed so much, he was slightly taller, his face was black and blue, his voice was more hoarse, his eyes were they only thing that stayed the same, making her recognize him immediately. She threw her head back and began to laugh and mock him,

“Your sister thought she wasn’t the one that was going to change.. she was right, it wasn’t her, but you. Look at you.. a monster, criminal.. you don’t even know your name do you?”

Jason listened to her and thought,

‘I have a sister? What’s her name? What’s my name... it’s not Jason Todd, that’s what they named me. Fuck this woman.’

Stewart then yelled at him,

“WHATS YOUR NAME??! HUH? Who were you before I sold you?.. before I made you go rouge under a simple command!! Tell me RedHood!!”

Jason began to grow furious as his mind brought back everything she had done to him, as he looked down at himself and saw the damage they had caused.. he couldn’t stand seeing her there.. laughing, mocking, questioning.. and breathing. He couldn’t stand seeing her alive.

Y/n’s POV

They all sat at the table and were looking through the files and names Saunders had in his possession, Y/n was the first to speak up as she said,

“I’m only assuming he has all their names because they are the ones that took over the case once my dad died. The lawyer that took care of my fathers case is here in Gotham, and well as the others agents from D.C.. I can only believe that they help out Mackenzie with the drops business with the Penguin and Maroni... cause I’m looking at their bank accounts, they each have more than 15k in their names. Agents only get paid 60-70k a year.. they literally have made triple of that in a month. A month!”

Alfred read through the papers as he said,

“And Mackenzie has all of that money combined in his account.. but he was broke.. how he got money to help bring back the business and bail Mackenzie out is beyond me-“

Bruce spoke up as he stated,

“Gordon told me he was able to get into Mackenzie’s files one night while he was gone, but while looking he saw your fathers testament inside. Or at least what looked like it.”

Y/n’s faced twisted with confusion as she put forth in a low voice,

“T-That’s impossible.. my father never left a testament-“

Alfred then Y/n interrupted as he showed his computer screen that held Mackenzie’s bank account history.

“Yes, I think he did... and I can only think it was a lot of money. And it makes sense. Because the same year your father died Mackenzie miraculously got rich with an outrageous amount of money. And it only started getting use the minute you came to Gotham, and that’s also when Maroni got bailed out and the drops business got out of hand... I think Mackenzie stole your fathers testament and is using your inherited money to get by.”

Y/n slammed her fist in the table as she sighed loudly,

“I can’t freaking believe it.. what a god damn snake. The lawyer swore my father left nothing and I believed him.. but if he works with Mackenzie in that stupid business of course he wasn’t going to say anything about the money, he would just take it.”

“Exactly.. but I know in due time dear you’ll have it all back.. it’ll take time, but it’ll be done.”

“Thank you for the encouragement Alfred-“

Riiiiiiiiiing

“That is my phone and that is Gordon, I’ll be right back gentlemen,”

Alfred dismissed her with his hand and as Y/n passed by Bruce to answer the phone she kissed his head leaving him blush slightly then she left to the living room picking up the call,

“Y/l/n.”

She heard Gordon’s ragged breath as he answered,

“Y/n! I have crazy news, I know it’s your day off but I need you.”

“That’s fine boss what’s the matter? You sound.. I don’t know not good?”

“Yeah, well guess what?”

“What’s up Gordon?”

He paused for a moment and sighed loudly through the other side as he said in a dreading tone,

“Y/n, Stewart... was just found shot dead in her cell at Arkham 10 minutes ago.”

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ramayah · 1 year

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undertale ; sans, papyrus. [SFW ONLY] frisk.

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damianwayne0 · 4 months

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Minecraft || (3)

(part 3) part 1 | part 2 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

Tim and Dick finally finds Damian after 2 whole Minecraft days , at a cave behind Y/ns house .

Tim : YOU DEMON BRAT! GIVE IT BACK!

Damian, who was mining for 5 days straight after Y/n kicked him out the house, got startled. : WHAT THE- DRAKE!?

Tim : GIVE THOSE BACK!! *

Damian : AND GRAYSON!?

Dick , giving nervous laugh: heyy?

Damian: what the fuck you imbeciles doing here?

Tim, taking out his diamond sword with a evil look says : I know you took them and you better give them all back and when I say all I mean all six stacks of them.

Damian, unfazed : what stacks?

Dick : someone apparently stole his 6 stacks of cobble stones and ever since then he is acting crazy.

Damian: well I didn't steal your cobble stones .

Tim , attacking with a diamond sword Damian: I know you took them ! You took revenge after I blew up your chicken!

Damian, pulling out his sword: oh, so you were the one who killed Mrs. Peck!?

Dick : Mrs. Peck?🥺

As Damian pull out his diamond enchanted sword with sharpness 5 , Tim almost forgot about his 6 stacks of cobble stones.

Dick : NO NO STOP! NO FIGHTING ALLOWED!

Damian : >tt< You are a fool to think that we would actually listen to you.

Dick, dramatically putting his hands on his chests : I am offended.

Damian: And?

Tim , who had been searching Damians chest while he and dick were talking and : I knew it! You did take it!

Dick & Damian: what?

Dick and Damian hurried up to Tim .

Dick, after seeing the chest : really?

Damian : are u blind, drake?

In the chest dick and Damian saw 10 stacks of stones and half stack diamonds and some bread . And yep not any existent of cobble stones .

Tim : He definitely smelted my cobble stones into stones!

Damian, who was already irritated with these imbeciles interrupting his mining , just dove his hands into his inventory and brought out a pickaxe with slik touch : ....

Dick : And didn't you say you had only 6 stacks?

Tim , giving a small nervous laugh: oh yeah hehe.

Damian, offended : And how would you guys even think that I would steal something and that to from drake? The things he touches becomes a cursed object.

Tim : uhh thank you?

Dick, feeling guilty: we are sorry Damian

Tim : we?

Dick , glaring at Tim: We are sorry Damian

Tim, now scared: Yeah we are sorry Damian

Damian : Yeah whatever >tt<

Tim : but I still didn't find those!!!!

Dick : Maybe we should look for Jason, maybe he knows something?

Tim : Yeah ur right. Let's go then what are we waiting for?

Dick , to Damian: do you wanna also come with us?

Damian, rolling his eyes: >tt< whatever ( translates to yeah sure )

Dick : let's go then!

Notes • Hope you guys liked it and don't forget to like if you liked it ^⁠_⁠^✨ and part 4 will be coming soon I hope .

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k-4-ni · 9 months

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summary: in which you almost died, now dick is stressed while Jason is irritated.

[ Jason todd x Dick Grayson x Reader ]

"What are you guys whining about, the mission was successful!" you grumbled, slouching onto the mattress beneath you as you buried your face into your pillow, you felt agitated, making an effort to ignore the bone-deep exhaustion that sunk into your veins, the mission was successful so there was nothing to worry about— right?

“Well, yeah, that was the one good part,” Dick sounds off, tearing his glare away from Jason to pace in front of him like a madman. “But, uh, it doesn’t change the fact that you nearly died.”

Jason clenches his fists. He feels hostility toward Dick’s tone of voice.

But can you blame them? The perturbation that pierced through their guts like a bullet when they reluctantly captured a glimpse of your lifeless, quivering self limping against the wall.

They noticed the colour drained from your face, the way you struggled to suck in a sharp breath, the way your lip twitched and the way you hissed through your teeth every time your wound throbbed, the beads of sweat that trickled below your eyebrow and the smudges of blood that littered your skin like an artwork— it was all too dreadful.

“I don’t care, kiddo,” Jason heavily sighs. “We almost lost you. That can’t happen again.”

Jason and Dick kept arguing and bickering the way back. You’re glad you didn’t hear the worst of it, even if you had a bullet the size of an almond plunged deep into your gut.

As soon as Jason’s back is turned, Dick glances at you. “How are you feeling?” he whispers, even if your face was buried into the pillow, you could practically breathe in the uneasiness— the way his eyebrows creased and his foot rashly thumped on the floor.

"I'm fine, It's just a few bruises, I'll live." You voice was muffled and scrambled due to the thick layer of sheets and pillows that were smothered onto you, You were stubborn, that's for sure— why would you feed Dick's anxiety and tell him you were sore all over?

It was just a white lie, it won't hurt anyone— but you.

“And,” Dick begins, making eye contact with you as your head appears from under the covers, “one giant cut to the shoulder,” he teases. “That Jason nearly had to amputate.”

Jason groans from a nearby chair and buries his face in his hands, Dick really was a dick.

You could handle the throbbing of your skull with each dying insult from Dick, It was his method of letting off steam— He didn't care if you stood weary or not bothered, he ought to drive the issue straight home of how worried and apprehensive he was for the past few hours.

“Hey, it was just a graze!” you groaned, scowling from under your arms to Dick. “It didn’t need stitches!”

Dick merely chuckles. “If you’d taken a step longer, [Name], we’d have called you ‘9-Fingered [Name]."

You scoffed, the nerve of the man to heal you back to health only to insult you back to sleep.

You longed for a simple punch in his face, to beat him real cute until he looks like his name, Regardless of the bitterness coursing through your veins, you can't help but let his words sink into your blood, You couldn't remember anything from a few hours ago, even if you did it would simply result in a more unbearable headache, not like dick wasn't giving you one already.

Instead you dug your nails into the soft flesh of the pillow, hoping it would somewhat soothe your nerves.

Dick simply chuckles and steps near, you could hear his boot thudding against the floor, You could feel his calloused finger brushing raze against your cheekbone, brushing back any fallen hair that has tumbled over your face.

If you think this is a sweet gesture, you’re wrong.

“I’m not falling for that. You wanna sleep? Put your goddamn head back under the covers.”

Jason only snickers in the background.

What a way to ruin the moment.

Dick’s complexion scrunches back into solemnity. “I’ll let you rest, but I’m staying with you.”

A muffled groan escapes from Jason. “I don’t think she’s gonna get much rest if she has to have you staring at her while she sleeps.”

Dick couldn't help but peel his gaze to Jason, shooting him a glare—more a warning.

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lovelydayintheneighborhood · 4 years

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Baby Fever: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Summary: You find out you’re pregnant, and try to find a way to break it to everyone. Unfortunately, it doesn’t go as planned.

Rating: G

Warnings: Swearing, pregnancy. But fluffy!!

A/N: Here’s something a little different! It’s one of my favorites!!!!

You stared down at the positive pregnancy test in your hands with wide eyes. Although you weren’t planning on it, you couldn’t say that you weren’t happy. Unlike most of your family, you’d always wanted children, even after you became a vigilante. The problem was, you didn’t know how Jason would react.

You’d started dating about a year ago, and neither of you had yet to tell the family. You both liked privacy, and you knew that once you told them, there would be absolutely none. You suspected that Alfred already knew, but he didn’t push and you didn’t ask.

You had never once talked about children, and although you knew he secretly loved them, he may not want some of his own.

You sighed and set the test on the table, placing a hand on your currently flat stomach. Tonight, you were supposed to be going to the manor to help Robin with patrol, as everybody was busy doing something else. You obviously couldn’t do that now, but at least the rest of them wouldn’t be back for a few days, so you had enough time to think about how to break the news.

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You took a shaky breath in, then out. Standing on the front steps of the manor, you attempted to calm your nerves and a pounding heartbeat. You’d have to give Damian a reason as to why you couldn’t go out on patrol with him, and there was no point in making up excuses. You’d have to spill the beans sooner or later.

Finally, you brought up the courage to knock on the door and smiled when you were met with Alfred’s friendly face.

“Hello, Miss Y/N. It’s a pleasure to see you,” he said. You smiled and pulled him in for a hug. His warm smile and calming demeanor soothed your shaking a bit.

“You too, Alfred,” you replied as he led you towards the Grandfather clock. Slowly, you made your way down the steps, a small pit beginning to form in your stomach. You were only telling Damian and Alfred, and yet you still couldn’t stop fidgeting.

“So, I know that I said I would,” you began, glancing back at the elderly man. “But I can’t go out tonight.” He raised his eyebrows at you as you both reached the end of the staircase and proceeded on.

“That won’t be a problem, but if you don’t mind me asking, are you all right, Miss Y/N?” His brows were furrowed with worry, but right now you didn’t notice. If you didn’t go out then that would mean Damian would have to cover all of Gotham on his own, and that was nearly impossible. You anticipated Alfred being more concerned with that, rather than just blowing it off.

“But what about Damian?” You asked, stopping to turn around. A hint of a smile flashed across his face, and he gestured to the room before you. You finally looked around, and took a step back with a jolt. Gathered before you were Bruce and all of his sons. You suddenly felt very sick to your stomach.

“What’s going on? I thought you were all busy?” You questioned, a slight edge to your tone. You saw Jason quirk a brow in your peripheral vision, but carefully avoided his gaze. Bruce raised his eyebrows at you.

“We just got back. Is everything ok?” Your stomach was churning, and cool sweat began to bead upon your forehead.

“I’m.. yes, I’m fine,” you mumbled, looking at your feet. You hadn’t even told Jason yet, how were you supposed to tell everyone else as well! You gulped, panicking.

“I’m.. I’m pregnant.”

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was not supposed to happen.

Silence echoed throughout the room, and you looked at all the boys’ faces. You could tell Damian and Bruce were surprised, even though they attempted to hide it. The rest of them didn’t bother. Their jaws dropped, their eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets, and you saw Jason’s face pale in the corner of your eye.

“What?” Bruce managed to sputter out. “How… did this happen?” You glared at him.

“Gee, I don’t know, maybe I ate something funny,” you deadpanned. “How do you think, Bruce?” The panic was eating away at you now and you fought the urge to fidget. You refused to look at Jason, you didn’t want to see his expression.

Dick shot Bruce a dirty look. “That’s not what he meant, Y/N. We’re just.. surprised. I mean, it’s not every day that someone in the superhero community has a baby,” he said. Moving forward, he placed a reassuring hand around your shoulder, his face breaking out in a huge smile. “We’re happy for you!” The feeling in your stomach eased slightly, and you smiled back, leaning into him for a quick hug. When you pulled back, the whole room was upon you.

“Yeah, you’re going to be great!” Tim piped up excitedly. A hint of a smile was pulling at Bruce’s lips and he stepped forward, placing an awkward hand on your shoulder.

“They aren’t wrong, Y/N. I look forward to meeting the baby,” he said. Tim rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, hopefully he doesn’t adopt it,” he muttered, and Damian snickered. Bruce shot him a glare.

“Thanks, guys,” you mumbled.

“I suppose you will do a good job of mothering the child,” Damian piped up, and you chuckled. You reached down to ruffle your fingers through his hair affectionately, and he squirmed away from you. “Who will help you?”

You furrowed your brows. “What?” Damian raised an eyebrow. “I mean, if you guys want to, I would appreciate it, but I’m not going to force-“

“No, who.. aided you in the creation of this child? They are going to help you nurse it, correct?” Your eyes widened and you couldn’t stop your face from turning beet red. Tim groaned and Dick sighed, turning to Damian to probably tell him off. Bruce shifted awkwardly, looking just as uncomfortable as you.

“Um, I..” You looked around nervously, your eyes wandering to Jason. He hadn’t seemed to have processed anything his brother’s had said, and instead still appeared to be in shock. You raised your eyebrows at him, silently pleading with him to say something. He snapped out of it, clearing his throat.

“I… what?” He said, running his fingers through his hair. Everyone looked back at him, and Tim rolled his eyes.

“Shortstack over here was just asking Y/N who her baby daddy is,” Tim replied. Jason’s eyes went wide as he realized what that meant, and your stomach did a couple flips. What were you supposed to say? Hi, yes, we’ve just been going out for a year behind your backs and now he’s going to be the father of my child. Haha, nope.

You sighed, realizing that you were going to have to tell them sooner or later. “Guys, listen. I, uh,” you gulped, stealing a glance at Jason. He looked how you felt, pale and slightly sick. But nevertheless, he nodded, encouraging you to go on. You took a deep breath. “I have a boyfriend. And, uhm, we’ve been dating for about a year now.” More shocked faces.

“What?”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Did any of you guys know about this?”

You stumbled back, overwhelmed at all of the questions at once. Stumbled right back into Jason, who placed a steadying hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer. Alfred coughed, grabbing everyone’s attention, and held up a hand, stopping all of the other’s questions.

“Please, let Miss Y/N breathe. I’m sure she’s just as surprised as all of you are, and interrogating her is not going to help matters,” he said sternly. Dick took a step back and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to overwhelm you,” he spoke up soothingly. Damian stood with his arms crossed and his shoulders set, trying to mask his curiosity but failing. Tim made no effort to do so, just leaned back against the computer desk, patiently waiting for you to get your bearings and continue.

You leaned back into Jason, grabbing onto his other hand and holding on for dear life. The movement did not go unnoticed; Bruce’s eyes flickered to your adjoined hands and back to your face. He raised his brows, narrowing his eyes at you. You couldn’t stop yourself from nervously tapping your thigh under his penetrating stare.

“I.. I have to go.. I’m sorry, I have to go,” you muttered, pushing Jason away and hurried up the steps, away from their worried voices and accusatory stares. You made it all the way to the bathroom, before finally retching into the toilet. You knew that sick feeling hadn’t been for nothing. Apparently, you’d been pregnant long enough that the morning sickness was already there. You wiped your mouth on your sleeve, leaning back against the wall and curled into a ball.

You couldn’t stop the intrusive thoughts from coming. What if they don’t want this? Don’t want me to be with their brother, of all people? Their son? What if he doesn’t want this? Doesn’t want me after this? You took a shaky breath in, throwing your head back and hitting the wall behind you. Tears ran down your face, blurring your vision.

Hey,” someone murmured softly. You jumped, looking up at the doorway. Jason.

He reached back and closed the door, then sat down next to you. You wiped your eyes, leaning against him. You stayed like that for awhile.

“What’s wrong, doll?” He finally asked. You looked up, searching his face. His brows were furrowed, his eyes full of worry. He reached for your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Do you want this?” You blurted out. He tilted his head a bit, quirking a brow.

“What?”

All of the emotions you’d felt in the last couple of hours had taken a toll on you, and now it was like a dam exploding. Everything just came out. “Did you ever want them to know about us? Do you want a baby, Jason? You’ve never wanted to be vulnerable, to let people know that you have emotions. You don’t want them to know you have weaknesses, that you aren’t actually this big tough guy that you’ve made them think you are. You don’t want them to think you could actually feel things.” Your voice had started out barely audible, but now it was loud and raw. Salty tears were rolling down your face again. “Do you still want to be together after all of this?” Your voice broke on the last note. Jason’s eyes widened, mouth ajar.

“C’mere, Y/N,” he murmured, reaching out and pulling you into his lap. Your breathing was heavy, and your face was stained with tears. He cupped your cheek and wiped the tears away with his thumb, quietly humming. “I’ll always want to be with you, no matter what. You are what got through to me after I’d come back, you are the one that made me realize it was alright to feel things. That it was alright to love. I don’t want that taken away from me, not now, not ever. I wanna be there for you whenever you need me. Whether it’s a bad day at work, a crippling injury, or a certain baby coming into this world,” he whispered, grinning a little as he gripped your chin and tilted your eyes up to his. “I’ll be there.” You felt the corners of your mouth tilt up the slightest bit, and you pulled him closer for a brief kiss. You were still uneasy, though.

“What about your family? What will they think?” He chuckled, hugging you to his chest.

“You’ve worked with them for years, doll. I’m pretty sure they love you more than they love me.” You giggled and punched him on the arm, giving him a look of amusement and slight disapproval. “I wouldn’t worry about it, Y/N. They’ll be happy.” You let out a sigh of relief, all of the tension bleeding away as you sagged against his chest.

You closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of just sitting there with him, in perfect harmony. A tiny sigh escaped your lips as he began rubbing soothing circles into your back.

“Are you ready? For a family?” You asked. He looked down at you, caught off guard.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready, you know? Sometimes things just happen, and they can be good or they can be bad. But,” he continued, fiddling with a lock of your hair. “I am excited, if that’s what you meant. I do want a family with you. It’s just not something I’d ever plan for. I think I’d be too scared to actually go through with it if we had planned it.” You chuckled, leaning into him.

“You don’t have anything to be scared of, Jay. I see the way you interact with kids. Lian, even Damian sometimes. You’re going to be a great father,” you murmured against his chest. He held you close, planting a soft kiss on top of your head.

“I love you, you know that. Nothing in this whole world could ever change that, Y/N.” You smiled, letting out a tiny sigh.

“I love you, too, Jay. Always and forever.”

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siconetribal · 11 months

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Put It On My Tab: Chapter 7

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 @wordsfromshona @harlequin-hangout @harpy-space @tild3ath @gone-batty-fics @princessbl0ss0m @dakotali

Warning: Jason is in BIG trouble now, Y/N has decided on who she is strangling, Gotham's greatest detectives at work, RIP mop

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

A huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

If you’re new to the story, here is a link to the other parts:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Citlalli noticed the slight droop in her friend’s shoulders. She looked defeated, something rare and it hurt. There was no time to comfort her though, the line of customers growing. The two of them ran back and forth between the register and machines, cranking out the orders as best they could. Jason’s name was one of the first few called, so he made his way over to the pick up station and grabbed the complicated order topped with whip cream and colored foam. Wrinkling his nose at it, he called out a small thanks before making his way back to his seat. The gazes of the other customers hardly bothered him. He was used to being looked at, either out of attraction as Jason Todd or fear as the infamous Red Hood.

Where do I find IAmBatman? She logs in at night at that lounge, but who knows what time she’ll actually get there? I have to go out on patrol tonight too. Even if I was free, what’s my plan? Sit here all day drinking coffee until they close? I didn’t bring my laptop, I can’t log in myself to see when she logs in. There’s no way I’m sitting in that lounge all day! I game, but I’m not going to sit there like some creepy stalker loser jumping at the chime of the door. They’d call the cops on me for sure. He glared at his cup, slowly turning it in place. There had to be something he could do. Something he was missing. It has to be right in front of me, I’m just not seeing it. He sighed, ruffling the front of his hair before taking another sip. “I hate to say it, but I should probably ask Grayson for some advice. He came up with the IP idea and that at least got me closer.” He muttered and slouched in his seat. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes for a brief moment to shut out the world around him. You’re one step closer, Todd, one step closer. Even if I did see her, what did I plan on doing or saying? I’ll come back on a night when I'm free.

Finishing the last of his drink, he tossed the cup and grabbed the two others. He gave a small wave to Citlalli and a nod to Y/N on his way out, thanking them again. The two responded in unison to his gratitude as they continued to crank out the orders. When there was much wanted lull in customers, the two flopped onto their stools and let out a heavy sigh of relief and exhaustion. Midway through the rush, two other employees had clocked in and came to their rescue.

“Damn, we should’ve paid attention to the time. I didn’t realize it was time for the school to let out! Ai, my poor, poor feet!” Citlalli rolled her ankles.

“We should have some sort of alarm system set up that goes off every Monday to Friday that warns of the teenie bopper tidal wave.” Y/N rubbed her lower back. In all the running back and forth, she had nearly slipped more times than she could count, but there was no time to stop. If there was even one complaint and it just so happened to reach their boss, she shuddered at the thought. I’d never hear the end of it! We’d been stuck here until our next shift!

“You think Mr. B would let us?”

“Doubt it,” Y/N rolled her eyes. “It’d cramp the aesthetic,” she emphasized with air quotes. “Not like we’d have some blaring five alarm bell that would freak the customers out. It’d be something for us back here so we aren’t caught off guard by so many orders at once.”

“Not to mention those stupid mobile orders, custom orders, and don’t even get me started on those bullshit “top secret” menu orders that all those de mierda influencers go on and on about online!” Citlalli fumed, once again falling into rapid Spanish as she cursed the bloggers, vloggers, and internet gurus for coming up with the crazy concoctions that sounded horrendously disgusting at times.

“I know, Cici, I know.” Y/N handed her a glass of cold water to help distract her from the thought. If there was one thing Citlalli hated, it was the obnoxious younger generation that thought the world owed them. She could easily go on for hours about the overly privileged rich kids that were taking over and how ungrateful and undisciplined they were, demanding things to be done right away and perfectly perfect every time. Y/N was no fan of the snobby majority either, but these brats were what paid the bills. If these caffeine addicted wannabe famous elites were what kept the water running, she would just put up with the convoluted orders. Especially now that I have that 4k bill on top of it all. She sighed again. How many tortuous and agonizing drinks would it take to finally start making a dent in that bill?

“Oh, you actually got it! You know, for all your tough guy “I’m not mister nice guy”, you do nice things quite often.” Barbara grinned at his eyebrow twitching in response. “Am I wrong?” She raised one of her own eyebrows before tipping the fancy beverage in his direction as a thanks before leaving the room with a sense of victory while Jason stood there grumbling and muttering under his breath.

“I’m not a nice guy,” he insisted to himself.

“Of course, Master Jason, there is nothing nice about standing in one’s way while they are trying to enter the room.” Alfred’s voice caught him by surprise. It was no surprise that Alfred was a highly capable individual, but to be able to sneak up on any of them and so consistently was unheard of. Not for Alfred Pennyworth.

“Sorry Alfred,” he lightly shook his head and stepped aside.

“Not at all, though there must be something more on your mind to be unable to hear me call for you so many times.” The famous Wayne butler walked into the room, going about his usual tasks.

“Ah, nothing that important.” He rubbed at the back of his neck. “Just some dumb shit. Is Grayson home?”

“Master Richard,” Alfred stopped what he was doing and stared at Jason with the same unreadable expression he always had. “Master Richard stepped out for the moment, I am not certain when he will be returning, but he did state that he would be in time for dinner. Shall I set your place for dinner tonight?” Jason’s initial reaction was to refuse, but he hesitated. He really needed to speak with Dick, and this was the only way to assure that he at least got a hold of the older Robin somehow.

“Yeah, why not? I didn’t have any plans set or food anyway. Thanks, Alfred,” Jason nodded his head.

“But of course, Master Jason. If you’ll excuse me, I have to make sure the right number of seats are prepared.” He lightly bowed his head before exiting the room before Jason. The infamous Red Hood let out a heavy sigh, tousling his hair. This was becoming more and more of a handful with each passing day.

But I’ll get it done, dammit! I’m fucking Red Hood! I track down and capture the most notorious and difficult to capture villains on the daily! Finding one average civilian should not be this difficult!

It was now a proven fact. There was not a single shred of doubt left in Y/N’s mind. That tall, dark, and handsome stranger was a walking debt machine. A walking, talking withdrawal demon in human skin that was sent from the deepest pits of financial hell to make sure she would never see light outside the slums of Gotham. Satan, himself, must be cringing in sympathy at this cruel and unusual torture she was being put through. What made her so sure? Well, a certain cleaning instrument had been sacrificed in the urgent need to warn Citlalli and their boss, who was due to come in today, had become aware of said hecatomb. He was not pleased with this unscheduled offering, and the bill for its replacement would be removed from her paycheck.

I’m going to kill him. This is going on his tab, I’m going to make him pay me back for said dues, and then I’m going to wring his neck until I’m satisfied! She imagined her fingers wrapping around his throat, it would obviously require both from how strong it looked; and shook him violently as his face slowly drained of any color as he begged for her forgiveness.

Citlalli saw the malicious smile that curled on her best friend’s lips and noted how it was creeping out the customers. Not wanting her to get in any more trouble, she firmly slapped her on the back. “Get it together, chica! You’re still on the clock and your batshit crazy look is going to get them complaining to the slave driver!” She hissed in her ear, snapping Y/N out of her little daze.

“Owww, didn’t have to hit me that hard.” She scowled in response, attempting to rub the spot, but of course it was just out of reach for her to self soothe. Just my luck, she glared at her best friend one last time before taking the next ticket. She carefully crafted the complex drink, triple checking the instructions to make sure she had it right before bring it to the pickup counter. “Large iced matcha latte with oat milk, brown sugar, white mocha, and strawberry purée in the sweet cream cold foam for…Paizleigh.” Y/N stared at the order and the customer’s name for a moment. Yup and nope, she looked up at those lingering nearby. “Large iced matcha latte with oat milk for Paizleigh.” She called again before placing the cup down in the area marked for O to R names.

“Hey, is that my drink?” A male customer walked up to the counter.

“This is a large iced matcha latte with oat milk for Paizleigh.” She repeated the information and watched as the gears turned in the teenager’s head. Oh boy, not today. Please, not today!

“OK, but is it mine?” And there was the million-dollar question.

“Is your name Paizleigh?” She asked.

“Uh, no,” he scoffed.

“Then how could it possibly be yours? Are the ears on your head just for show? Did you not just hear me when I said, for the third time, expressly to you, that it’s for someone named Paizleigh?”

“Woah, I was just asking-,”

“Just asking one of the stupidest questions you could ever be asking right now because I literally called this drink out three times, and you know your name is not Paizleigh! Better yet, what was your order, hm? Was it even anywhere close to as complex as this one?”

“Uh, I uh, I just order a medium hot coffee with cream and sugar.”

“Like I thought, nowhere near this,” she pointed to the long ticket sticker with detailed instructions on how to layer all add-ons. “Now that we’ve established just how stupid you are, and I’ve wasted enough time on this, shut up and get back in line until we call your name, which is?”

“So, is it my drink?” The sudden question shattered the little daydream where Y/N was forced to grit her teeth and smile. She let out a heavy sigh. If only she could be so bold. But alas, that would be the day she really wanted to lose this job, which was better than some others she has had.

“What’s your name again?”

“Kevin,” her eyebrow twitched.

“Right, Kevin, this drink is for Paizleigh. So, no, it is not your drink. I’m sure one of the other baristas are working on it right now, and it’ll be out shortly. Thank you for your patience.” She forced herself to let go of the cup before she ended up crushing it, and turned to pull her next ticket. And look at that, the golden Kevin ticket. This is all skunk head’s doing, he’s the living embodiment of the four horsemen of the apocalypse, but just for me.

The quiet dinner that Jason had hoped for was dashed with all the children present with Bruce. It was not unheard of to have dinner as a whole family, but it was pretty uncommon since someone was always busy, namely him. And the one time he decided to show up voluntarily is clearly the day everyone made sure to attend. If this was intentional to spend time, it was heartwarming, but the annoyance easily outweighed the small warm and fuzzy feeling.

I needed to talk to Grayson about the girl, but fucking everyone and their father showed up! Literally our father! He growled in annoyance, beating out his frustration into the crook he caught harassing some pedestrians. At least there are idiots out and active today, I need to vent. He dragged the now unconscious body to a place where the police would spot it before disappearing into the shadows once more. Sitting up on the ledge of his favorite building, Red Hood looked at Magnus. “I know, I know, I need to get it done! It ain’t easy!” It was easier said than done. Since that dinner a few weeks back, it was nearly impossible to find time alone to meet with the first Robin.

“Talking to Mildred again? Are you sure you don’t need to see someone about that?” Nightwing chuckled, appearing from behind the gargoyle.

“The name is Magnus, get it right.”

“Woah, there, I didn’t mean to offend!” The blue crusader put his hands up in surrender. “So, how’d it go?” He grinned, taking a seat beside his younger brother.

“Horrible,” he bluntly answered. “That IP address led me to a gaming lounge! How the hell am I supposed to find her in the middle of the day when she games at night?”

“Seriously, damn, did not see that coming.” The elder Robin muttered, resting his chine on his hand as he considered this new information. “She could be coming into town from anywhere and if she’s really big on gaming, she might be willing to go the extra mile of traveling a longer distance just to play.”

“That just takes me back to fucking square one all over again! I’ll have to stake out the place on a night we’re supposed to game just to see who comes and goes.” Red Hood hung his head.

“You just might have to, that sucks. I was certain the IP address would’ve been a hit! Who knew she was using a gaming lounge.” Nightwing shook his head, feeling sympathetic for his younger brother, when some commotion down below caught their attention. They quickly jumped into action, fighting the criminals that were robbing the jewelry store below.

“Yeah, who would’ve thought they’d have such a place here. I’m surprised it hasn’t been hit by thieves yet. Though, it looks like they’re trying to spruce the place up a bit.” He grunted as he took a hit and swing at his assailant, knocking him flat onto his feet.

“Yeah, there’s been quite a bit of that going on with the new people in office. Can’t say it won’t get dirty.” Nightwing responded as he dodged a hit and landed a kick.“Does it ever stay clean?” Red Hood scoffed. “At least there’s a decent coffee shop where I can keep an eye on the place from. By the way, they’ve got some real interesting staff there. This one employee was really,” Red Hood was cut off by a rather big guy tackling him into the brick wall. The sudden blow jolted his memory a bit, and his mind quickly connected two very obvious dots. Holy shit, she was the barista at the counter!

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