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❆ ONE LAST KISS

PAIRING : jason todd x gn!reader

ONESHOT : he appeared at your doorstep, broken and tattered, just like he use to

A/N : hurt with LITTLE comfort. mainly hurt tho. just like my heart writing it because how does one capture the yearning of this brooding man??

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      WORDS lose their meaning as you as he stood in front of you, suit tattered, mask off, face bloodied and bruised. Months of silence broken. Anger and hatred were both things you told yourself you felt for him before, yet as his breath trembles nothing but concern attaches itself to your body. 

      “Hey,” the quiver of his voice reminded you of who he really is. A broken boy who’s lost too much. 

      “Please don’t tell me that’s your blood.”

      His silence was all you needed to pull him into your small apartment. Closing the door behind him as he stumbled to the couch. He hadn’t looked much different than a newborn animal as he huffed, something that was never meant to fight in these wars.

     Months had passed and yet not a thing seemingly changed in your moth-eaten apartment. The same grungy walls that peeled away everytime the two of you argued. The same mangy couch you watched him read on every night. The timeworn coffee table you would sit every time he came home like this. Broken just beyond repair. The same coffee table you’d sit now, for the first time in months, staring into his drained eyes. 

    “Where’s the worst?” Your voice was softer than it needed to be, as if he’d break if you spoke too loosely.

    “My side,” he groaned as he shifted to show you a large gash, it was ugly. Deep. Something personal.

    His labored breathing and soft groans is what brings you back from staring at his side. Only for you to reach under the table, your dusty medical kit there from all those months ago, waiting for his ghost to appear on night like this. You don’t even need to ask for him to remove his armoured top, for when you look back up at him it's the same shirtless body you use to sleep atop of. Just with a few new scars and bruises, new stories he used to tell. 

     “Why didn’t you go home? Alfred could have done better than me… hell even Bruce could have,” your voice still quiet as you lean in to disinfect the area around the wound, your hands moving as his body wasn’t a distant memory. Not caring to be too gentle, you pressed harder, causing him to curse and flinch. “Sorry.”

     “No you’re not.” 

     “No, I’m not.”

     Silence, a familiar one, consumed the two of you as you began to stitch his deep wounds. Threading moving in and out of his thick skin. You leaned onto his chest just enough you can feel the pitters of his heart. Still there, still strong, still him. The pattern a reminder of all the times you’d kiss his wounds better, of all the times you found yourself curled next to him shielding him from his demons. With every hiss you remind yourself that throughout all the pain he caused you at the end of it all, he was still the same man you met all those years ago. 

     And despite it all, he watched you the whole time. Those eyes— cobalt and crushed— soft the way only a soldier’s could be. Like you were something sacred.

     When you finished the last stitch, you placed a cool rag overtop them moving to a tiny cut on his chin. Leaning further as you tilted his head. His breath warmed against your hand as you disinfected it.

     “You have a lot of nerve coming here, you know?” You attempted to hold an angry glare, yet his eyes were so broken, you couldn’t piece together enough anger in you.

     “I’m sorry, I just… it was instinct.” The whine in his voice was all you needed to hear.

     “Jay- Jason. I know you’re sorry. But that doesn’t change how it ended. That doesn’t change that we agreed to not talk. It doesn’t change it,” your breath hallowed as you moved his chin upward, for him to truly look into the depths of your eyes. “As much as you need it too.”

     “One last kiss,” His hand finally reached up to hold yours. “Please.”

     You shook your head, before dipping forward to kiss the cut on his chin. When you pulled away all you could see was the pleading eyes, before placing your lips on his. 

     It felt familiar. It felt like home. His whine as you pushed your tongue just barely over his capped upper lip was more heartwarming than you could remember. Before you could feel that time slowing feeling and your heart in your throat, you forced yourself to pull away. Before you were too far gone.

     It took you a few moments to open your eyes, moving your body away. Throwing a bloody rag at him, closing the first aid. Feeling the ache of his eyes on your being as you walked away. 

    “You can stay the night,” you whispered, not daring to look back, knowing his yearns would break every ounce of discipline in your body, “But this is the last time Jason. I mean it. Next time I won’t open the door.”

     This time, you walked away from him. For the first and last time, you walked away first.

     By the time you woke up, the towel and spare blanket was left perfectly folded on that neglected coffee table. Along with a note, only displaying the words “THANK YOU.”

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Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who looks intimidating—walking hand in hand with you like your personal bodyguard. And when someone stops the two of you for an interview (kind of like on TikTok), he’d guide you to walk past them, muttering a curse about how bothersome those people are.

But the moment he hears the question “Are you two together? How did you meet?”—he stops dead in his tracks.

He’d literally freeze mid-step, then guide you right back to the interviewer without even thinking twice. He’d give them a nod, like granting permission to proceed.

“Oh, okay! Are you two toge—”

“Yes.”

Whenever you answer, he smiles. It’s that type of smile that isn’t obvious, but you can see the slight twitch of his lips. He’s staring at you like you just saved the world.

And if they ask how you two met or how you became a couple? THE MAN would take over completely. He’d tell the story from start to finish, in full detail like he’s narrating a fairytale. And the whole time, he’s looking at you. Not the camera, not the interviewer—just you.

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When the video gets posted, the comments are filled with people losing their minds over how down bad he is for you.

@1234gothambabes: “I forgave the world the moment I met them.” *starts climbing off a tree*

@xoxoredhood: Is he bothering you queen??

@gothamsdiva: THE EYES! He’s so in love I think I’m gonna be sick.

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When you show him the video and the comments, he’s so smug about it. Shrugs casually, muttering, “Well, they’re not wrong. I am down bad,” as his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer.

He would never let a chance to talk about you pass him by. That’s how in love he is!!

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The Vigilante's Guide to Grief

pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

wc: 360

summary: Jason's therapist recommends journaling to help him through his grieving process after your death

a/n: this chapter is a little short guy but it'll get better promise lmao I can already tell I'm going to have so much fun writing this one

Dear diary, journal,

"No, that's stupid..." Jason mumbles. He groans as he scratches at the paper in front of him. He runs his free hand down his face, scratching at the small beard that was starting to grow along his jaw. He lets out a rough sigh.

Dear mother fucking stupid fucking diary,

Today is May 26th. My dumbass therapist said journaling is good for healing. I think it's fucking stupid. This isn't going to help heal anything. This is my “homework” assignment she said. To write letters like you're still here

Jason stops himself, his hand stills and his breathing grows a little more ragged when he realizes what he's written. ‘Like you're still here.’

“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath before sniffling. He brings a hand up to wipe at his nose. His hand shakes now as he goes back to writing.

I don't want to fucking do this. I know you would be laughing at me making fun of me. You should be here to sarcastically ask if I want to use your stupid fucking glitter pens that I fucking ha

A tear falls to the page, wetting it. He roughly wipes at his eyes. Jason prided himself on the fact that he hadn't cried since your funeral. Now he sat at his desk, rather his desk that you claimed as your own - surrounded by your trinkets and pictures of the two of you. Now he was a mess. Fat tears in his eyes and mucus running from his nose. The bags under his were deep and dark. He was even growing a beard now. You always told him to grow one, just to see what it looked like-

“C'mon! It would be so hot, I bet it would!” you'd always say. You would laugh and poke fun at him. He refused every time, telling you his baby face was too good looking for a beard.

Slowly Jason's tears subside and he looks down at his now ruined journal page, covered in tears and snot.

“Fuck this.” He closes the book and pushes it away.

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I can't believe this is even a debate but even if someone's disability is genuinely fully caused by their own actions they still deserve accommodation and community

Yes this applies to substance use yes this applies to reckless behaviour yes it applies to purposefully injuring yourself.

If someone disables or injures themselves on purpose to such a large degree then they need aid regardless of how you feel about their actions

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You know what I'm gonna COMPLAIN!

Vanilla sex isn't "wholesome sex"! Sex is not more pure just because it's done within the framework of a monogamous relationship and free from elements of kink!

"Person is so pure they probably don't even know what sex is." Purity isn't defined by the distance from sex! As if the more a person encounters sex in any context the less pure their soul becomes!

You🫵are not immune to propagating the beliefs and ideas of purity culture!

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Ok, loves, so we've all got the message that joking about suicide is bad for your mental health. Now we need to get on "joking that the planet/all of humanity has no future is bad for societal health/encouraging resistance to bad shit."

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Nightwing #91

I love them more than anything 😭😭

Also you can definitely tell Dick was raised by Bruce cause he sees the “I’ve obsessively checked in on you for days” as a proof of love

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It's things like this that make me love him.

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AU where some new villain made a truth serum formula and captures Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Robin. This villain somehow knows they’ve all been Robin at one point and decides to use the truth serum to try and drive a wedge between them all so that they stop working together. He starts with Robin, asking him who he thinks was the best Robin (Nightwing), who he thinks is the worst (Red Robin) and why he thinks that (Red Robin is annoying and arrogant). He does the same with Red Robin and Red Hood and gets varying answers that, while somewhat mean, are not enough to break the dynamic between them. Then he gets to Nightwing, who claims (truthfully) that he doesn’t have a favorite or least favorite Robin. The villain is displeased with this so they start to come up different questions to try and start an argument between the boys.

Eventually the villain asks “Which Robin is closest to the original? Closest to your Robin? Which one reminds you the most of yourself?”. Dick tries to fight the serum for a while, before finally biting out “The fourth one.” They all turn to look at Damian, and the villain scrunches up his brows, asking “Him? Really?” It was somewhat of a rhetorical question but Dick is forced to answer anyways. “No, not him. He’s the fifth Robin.” It takes a second before it clicks into place. “The girl Robin? Seriously?? I heard she didn’t even last a week!” Before anything else can be said, Batman busts into the villain’s lair and manages to take him down.

When they get back to the cave, the boys try to question Dick about it, slightly offended by the fact that he considered Stephanie’s Robin to be the most accurate to his. Dick, however, manages to evade them until the serum wears off. Dick himself isn’t quite sure how he can explain it to them. He’s not sure how to tell them that while he’s proud of all the work they’ve done as Robin, he never shared their reasoning for becoming Robin. He’s not sure how to point out the fact that the main reason they got into the vigilante game was for Bruce, not for themselves. He’s not sure how to explain that Robin might’ve been given to them for them to find light and happiness in, but that initially Robin was born from his darkness.

He’s not sure how to tell them that when Bruce told him about Steph, about Spoiler, about how she designed her own suit and went out to stop the man she has a vendetta against, he was so violently reminded of himself that he hung up immediately and didn’t speak to anyone for two days. He’s not sure how to tell them that when Bruce came calling a little while later, telling him about Steph being in-over her head, about him firing her, about her going off on her own only to end up tortured and dead, it was like staring in a mirror of his own relationship with Bruce, and that he’d punched Bruce so hard he’d nearly broken a finger. He’s not sure how to tell them about the quiet nights he stayed up talking with Steph, when Bruce was lost in time and it was just her, Damian, and Alfred around. He’s not sure how to tell them about how when Steph had told him about her relationship with Dean, he’d been reminded of his relationship with Liu so much he’d nearly thrown up. He’s not sure how to tell them that when Dick had opened up about his guilt about what happened in Blüd, Steph hadn’t given him any false placations, and talked about the guilt she felt over her role in the gang wars instead.

He’s not sure how to tell them that while all of them have felt like failures to Bruce, none of them had felt the harsh sting of Bruce ripping Robin away from them, the pain of Bruce telling them how incompetent and unworthy they were as Bruce fires them. He’s not sure how to tell them that while he may their older brother, he was only ever Bruce’s ward. Bruce never adopted him, and despite how far they’ve all come to work as a family, Dick still feels like an outsider sometimes. He knows Steph gets it. She feels like an outsider too.

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These panels live rent free in my brain…like not only is it a movie night tradition to make milkshakes and popcorn together but also it’s tradition for Dick and Tim to throw each other the utensils and remote without looking.

Nightwing (1996) #151 / Batman and Robin (2009) #20

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I can’t make pasta any more without mumbling to myself, “wet the drys… then dry the wets…”

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IT’S NOT ‘PEEKED’ MY INTEREST

OR ‘PEAKED’

BUT PIQUED

‘PIQUED MY INTEREST’

THIS HAS BEEN A CAPSLOCK PSA

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Dick and Jason have the same dad

Tim and Damian have the same dad

Dick and Tim have the same dad

Jason and Tim do not have the same dad

Dick and Damian do not have the same dad

Jason and Damian do not have the same dad

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This is going to sound so "oldie yells at cloud" of me but the radicalisation of the young into black and white, zero shades of grey thinking, both in the media they consume and in real life situations, is genuinely terrifying.

The world is complex. The world is grey. There is infinite nuance in everything. No amount of trying to shove it all into neatly labeled boxes is ever going to work.

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sugar we're going down is like. yes it's overplayed yes everyone has heard it a million times and then some. but it really truly never gets old. not ever. i could never get sick of it. sometimes it comes on and i'm like "ehh i don't know if i feel like it" but i let it play and i'm reminded just how deserving this song was of being THE song that skyrocketed fob to mainstream success. it really is That fucking good. purely iconic 2000s emo excellence. literally flawless song, 1000/10, no notes, i AM more than you bargained for and always will be, i love you forever fall out boy