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not to post in the dead of night or whatever but this how I want Jason Todd to speak to me. this song is jason todd coded send tweet

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Jason Todd x gn mean!reader

I love you mean!reader take jason by the balls like he deserves

(Short, fluff, established relationship)

Swearing, no use of y/n

———

“Shit.” The knife slips off the onion yet again and Jason feels like driving it into the countertop. Instead, he takes another go at the onion and almost nicks his finger.

He throws the knife onto the cutting board with a clatter. This is so fucking stupid. Jason is exhausted and starving and at his wit’s end. All he wants is to make himself some pasta, why can’t he cut this goddamn onion?

It isn’t helping that he came home pissed to begin with. The night was a complete waste of his time. He’s spent weeks sniffing around for one of Bane’s weapons shipments and finally tracked it down to a warehouse on the south side. Jason had got himself all gussied up to go in guns blazing, but he kicked in the door of an empty warehouse. They had already cleared the fuck out, they were one step ahead of him. It was so goddamn embarrassing, all he could do was shuffle home in the rain and try not to picture how Bane was probably laughing at him.

And now even this onion is getting the best of him. Can’t Jason have anything?

He perks up as he hears the clank of your key in the lock. You’re home, thank god. He abandons the onion and goes to meet you at the door.

“Hey, babe.” Your cheeks are pink from the cold. Jason ignores your words and pulls you into his arms, jamming his face into your neck. Your hand comes up to card through his hair. “Huh. Rough night?”

He grunts, and you huff out a laugh. “Aw, poor baby.”

“It was so fucking stupid,” he mutters. “How was your work dinner?”

“Fine. Nothing to report. Drinks went on forever.” You slide your fingers under his shirt and pinch at his waist. “You eat yet?”

“Hm.” He bites lightly at your neck. You tug sharply at his hair. “C’mon, Jay, you have to eat.” You gently shove him aside so you can slip out of your coat and slip off your shoes.

“‘M trying to,” he sulks.

You raise your eyebrows. “Well, what does that mean?”

He sighs, gesturing toward the kitchen, and you go investigate. “Couldn’t cut the fucking onion,” he grumbles. It’s so annoying; normally he’s not a complete idiot in the kitchen, but tonight his skills are failing him.

“Ah,” you say as you approach the cutting board. “Well, unfortunately, you’ve done it wrong.” You take his place at the countertop. Grabbing the knife, you hold it to the onion but then stop, turning to squint at him. “You want me to do it?”

Jason looks at you blankly. You nod. “You want me to show you how to do it or just do it?”

He smiles ruefully. “Good.” You start slicing. “Didn’t want to teach you anything, anyway.”

Jason sighs contentedly, putting his arms around your waist and leaning into your back. Your work steadily for a few minutes, before nudging him with your shoulder. “What were you going to put in the sauce?”

“Garlic,” Jason shrugs. “Onion.”

“Hm. It would be better with cherry tomatoes. And white wine.”

“Mm.”

“Go get the tomatoes. And the wine from the fridge,” you order. Jason blows meaningfully at your neck. “Please,” you add.

Jason knocks his head lightly against yours, then goes to get the requested ingredients. Soon, you’re frying up the onions, garlic, and tomatoes, pouring in some white wine, and setting some water to boil. Jason half-heartedly offers to help, but you take one look at him and wave him off. Fifteen minutes later you’re handing him a fork and sliding a bowl of pasta his way.

He digs in hastily. “Thanks, babe.”

You smile in satisfaction, stealing his fork to take a bite. “Hm. Pretty good.”

Jason wolfs it down before getting up for seconds. He grins at you, and you smile softly back. “Fuckin’ delicious.”

“Damn right. I’m gonna shower.” You move toward the bedroom, pulling your shirt over head. Jason gets momentarily distracted by your bare skin.

“Tsk.” He glances at your face, you’re smirking at him. “Eyes up here, big guy.”

“Can’t blame me for lookin’, sweetheart.” Jason smiles cockily at you, and you roll your eyes.

“Finish your dinner.” You turn back to the bathroom.

He picks up his fork. “I’m cleaning up,” he offers.

“You bet you are.” Jason grins cheekily, and you disappear into the bathroom.

———

He needs to be bullied.

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Yeah, I’ll Let You Cut Me Open (jason todd x vampire!reader)

Jason’s always twitchy after a fight. Good thing you show up.

Another installment of the jason x vampire!reader series. You know the drill, foul language and suggestive content.

The rest of the series is on my masterlist

Humor, fluff. Ain’t nothing else going on, boys.

No use of y/n

I have no idea how long this is.

—————

Jason sighs, looping the end of the zip tie and tightening it against the unconscious perp’s wrists. Panting heavily, fight barely over, he methodically checks the man for injuries. Other than a few broken teeth courtesy of Jason’s fists, the man seems fine. Almost ildly, Jason brings a finger to his own neck, hunting for his pulse. Way the fuck too fast. Jason’s fingers twitch.

He’s always struggled with the comedown. The raid was a huge success, Red Hood had worked with Nightwing and Red Robin to track down and dismantle one of Bane’s drug warehouses. They’d gotten to the docks at one am and had the last goon out cold by two thirty. It was the kind of fight Jason loved, fast and dirty, with opponents well trained enough to make it interesting, to make him work for it. It wasn’t a good fight unless Jason got knocked around a little, that’s what he always said.

But now the fun’s over. Jason’s blood is still thrumming, heartbeat loud in his ears, and he has to catalogue evidence and search the premises and drag these stupid henchmen into a neat pile for the GCPD. Resigned, he reaches for another lifeless body, hauling him over to the growing lump of men.

“Lift with your legs, Hood,” Dick offers from the ground as he binds hands and ankles. Jason grunts. Man, this sucks. All this damn adrenaline with nowhere to put it. Maybe he should take up meditation to calm down, or some shit.

“Hey, isn’t that your boy-toy?”

“Oh my gosh, it is!”

Or maybe not.

Maybe his adrenaline can stay right where it is, because that’s definitely you, running barefoot across the warehouse in a barely-there minidress, your friend Crystal trailing behind you.

“Well, looky here,” Dick says with a grin. “Your girl’s a-coming.”

“Jason Jason Jason,” you chant happily, “Jason, Jason. I’m so glad you’re here!” You run eagerly into his arms, and Jason catches you, glowing at your affection. He doesn’t think he’ll get used to it.

“Cute,” Tim comments, walking over from where he’d been bagging evidence.

Jason ignores him. “What’re you doin’ wandering round the docks, princess?”

You shrug unsteadily. “Got bored at the club. Was lame. Went for a walk.”

“She drunk?” he asks Crystal.

“Oh, yeah,” she confirms with a smirk, holding up your discarded heels she’s got hooked around her finger.

You wriggle in his grip. “Jason, Jason,” you babble, sliding your hands up his chest to go for his helmet. “Hey, wait, take this off.” He obliges, and you stretch out on your tiptoes, planting your hands on your shoulders and vaulting yourself up to reach his face. His arms come up to support you, and you rub your face against his neck. “Jason,” you whisper conspiratorially. He hears Tim cough, and flushes awkwardly. “Jason.” You kiss a line up his neck. “I’m hungry.”

He drops you immediately. “No.”

“Ahh!” you shriek as you hit the floor. “No?!” You beat your fists against the concrete.

“Hood,” Dick says reproachfully, but Jason waves him off. A little bump on the floor won’t do any damage, and he’s not about to let you sink your teeth in him on a moments’ notice.

Sure enough, you push yourself to your feet, pouting at him. “What the fuck. Jason, give me some.”

“I told you, no. I got beat up on enough already, I don’t need you biting just ‘cause you’re drunk and you want a snack.” All true. Bonus: he doesn’t want Dick and Tim to see you drink from him. That feels private. Especially since he’ll probably pop a boner.

“Oh,” Tim hums thoughtfully. “She wants to have some of your blood.” He thinks for a moment. “You guys do that?”

Crystal saves him from answering. “You good?” she calls to you. “Can I go?”

“Yeah, fine,” you answer over your shoulder. “Whatever. See you later.” Crystal tosses your shoes to the floor and makes her way out of the warehouse.

“Jason.” You put your hands on your hips. “Come on. I’m starving. You can spare a little.”

“No-o,” he enunciates. “Get your damn hospital blood at home.”

“I don’t want to,” you stamp your foot. “It’s too far!”

“That ain’t my problem, sweetheart,” he says, turning around. He’s half expecting it when you run over and launch yourself onto his back, wrapping your arm around his neck in a chokehold. “Please?” you wheedle. He grins, reaching for your arm and using it to chuck you across the room. Tim gasps as you crash into a table, but you’re up in moments, pushing the table out of your way and sprinting back to him. Jason smiles wider. He loves, he loves having a partner to roughhouse with. He dodges you as you lunge clumsily at him, and you hiss in frustration.

“Come on!” you howl.

“Damn,” Dick murmurs as Jason pushes you away again. “They’re really that indestructible?”

Jason nods, opening his mouth to answer, but then you tackle him, wrestling him to the floor.

“Here, wait, just let me—no! Stop!” you cry furiously as Jason fights you from below. “Just—just leave your fucking hand here—” you pin his wrist to the ground, and Jason’s stuck, he can’t win against your strength. Doesn’t stop him from trying.

“Whoa. Strong,” Tim notes.

“Get off,” Jason commands breathlessly, using his hips and legs to try and leverage you off of him.

“No, not until I have a little.” Your knee hits his crotch, and Jason smirks in satisfaction as you spit angrily. “What the fuck? Are you wearing a cup? No fair!”

He uses your confusion to haul you off of him and scramble to his feet. He crouches, waiting for your next attack, but you remain on the floor, picking your face up to glare at him.

“Ja-son! Please please please please—”

He ignores you again, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Hood, your cut,” Tim warns, and Jason presses a hand to his temple, realizing he’d started bleeding again.

Instantly, you’re up on your feet. “You’re bleeding? Oh no…” You sidle towards him carefully, eyes locked on the blood sluggishly dripping from his head. “Jay, that’s terrible.”

“Knock it off, doll.” Jason catches the roll of gauze Dick throws his way. “You’re not gettin’ any.”

“You fucking bastard,” you mutter. “I don’t know why I keep you around at all.” Looking around, your eyes rest on the unconscious men on the ground. “Can I take some from them?” you ask, eyes lighting up.

Dick opens his mouth to protest, but Jason beats him to it. “Nuh-uh.”

“Oh my god,” you seethe. “Fuck you, you never let me do anything!”

“Didn’t realize you were looking after a cat, Jay,” Dick says wryly.

You totally ignore him. “If you won’t give me any, I’ll just go out and kill someone.” Tim gasps, and Dick shifts into a fighting stance. You cross your arms over your chest, as if to say, “so there.”

Jason’s heard this one from you before. “No you won’t.”

You throw up your hands. “‘No you won’t!’ ‘No you won’t!’” you mimic him furiously. “I swear to god you’re making me into a fucking loser.”

Jason turns to Dick as you pace the room, muttering to yourself. “Think you can handle the rest?”

“What?” Tim asks, affronted. “You serious? There’s like, piles of work still to do!”

“Yeah, Timmy and I will take care of it,” Dick says easily. “Come on, Tim,” he slugs an arm over his shoulder. “Red Hood’s gotta deal with his vampire.”

Jason rolls his eyes but stalks over to you nonetheless. “Come on, doll.” He herds you toward the exit. “I’ll take you home.”

You dig in your heels. “You gonna let me have some?” you challenge.

“Christ, yes,” he mumbles out of earshot of Dick and Tim. “At home.”

“Fine.” Smiling in satisfaction, you turn and skip out of the warehouse.

Jason follows you outside. You’re already straddling his motorbike, grinning happily. Jamming his helmet on, he gets on behind you, giving you his bloody fingers to suck on. You lick them eagerly.

His stomach swoops, and he revs the bike as he lets out a growl. You giggle around his fingers and press yourself against his back, directing his other hand to fall on your thigh, right at the hem of your short short short dress. He gropes you eagerly.

Yeah, he can think of another way to get the adrenaline out.

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there is an argument for trans jason todd I think. The bones are there

with the Pit, all bets are off. so maybe he cuts his hair short and uses a binder before he dies and then when he wakes up the Pit…gives him the body he wants. it was hell and the nightmares will never go away, but this… I mean, this is a gift

and he was already dead, right? There is quite literally a death certificate with his deadname on it. that part of his life is already over. so when he comes back he can just slot right into a new life. Bruce, Dick, and Alfred already knew, anyway, and that’s about everyone from his old life accounted for. Tim and cass and Steph and Duke and Damian only know him as Jason, the way he’s wanted to be.

And then, of course, his time Robin takes on a whole new meaning. Bruce asks him if he wants to change the uniform and he tells Batman where he can stick it. He gets to put on the shorts and the pixie boots and be the boy he saw on TV! He’s Robin, and being Robin gives him magic.

(idk i just think there are parallels. Between the trans story and Jason’s)

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he prints screencaps of zorro and faxes it to Bruce’s Wayne enterprises office with “inspo?” scrawled over it. Bruce has no idea who’s doing it. he is tearing his hair out

you’re really going to look at me with your own two eyes and tell me jason todd isn’t a manga weeb?

A likely story.

He likes to think of himself as jotaro from jojo’s bizarre adventure (part 3 obvs). Tim tells him that he’s more like Josuke in part 4, except where Josuke flips out when someone insults his hair, Jason flips when someone mentions his death. He doesn’t speak to Tim for a week.

Duke tells him he only wants to be like Jotaro because Bruce is like Jotaro. Jason almost goes no contact.

They all agree that Dick is Joseph in part 2. Dick doesn’t know what the fuck they’re talking about, he just likes Ouran High School Host Club.

Damian turns up his nose until Duke slips a copy of fullmetal alchemist into his school bag. Then he’s hooked.

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my mans has nothing but time when he comes back and realizes maybe he shouldn’t kill Batman. he catches up on all the tv he missed

he jumps from supernatural to Gilmore girls because of Jared Padalecki (do NOT tell anyone about this). at first he’s like “ok yes I am dean from Gilmore girls this is my truth” and then he gets to Jess and is like “unfortunately I have a new truth now.”

(do not get him STARTED on Sherlock. he will kill Steven Moffat with his bare hands.)

you’re really going to look at me with your own two eyes and tell me jason todd isn’t a manga weeb?

A likely story.

He likes to think of himself as jotaro from jojo’s bizarre adventure (part 3 obvs). Tim tells him that he’s more like Josuke in part 4, except where Josuke flips out when someone insults his hair, Jason flips when someone mentions his death. He doesn’t speak to Tim for a week.

Duke tells him he only wants to be like Jotaro because Bruce is like Jotaro. Jason almost goes no contact.

They all agree that Dick is Joseph in part 2. Dick doesn’t know what the fuck they’re talking about, he just likes Ouran High School Host Club.

Damian turns up his nose until Duke slips a copy of fullmetal alchemist into his school bag. Then he’s hooked.

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Jason todd x gn mean!reader

(short and sweet, fluff, establish relationship)

i kno there’s a lotta love for mean!jason but I think we’re sleeping on mean!reader, I really do

Allow me to elaborate—

———

Jason comes home to find you stretched out on the couch, book in hand. “Hey, babe.”

You grunt at him, squinting at your book. He walks over, scratching at your knee to get your attention. “We got an invite, dinner at Bruce’s.”

You look up at him, clearly disinterested. “Okay, so let’s go.”

“Can’t.”

“Why not?”

He levels you with a look. “You’re gonna be mean to ‘em.”

“No, I won’t.” You open up your book again, finding your place.

Jason tweaks your knee again. “Yeah, y’are.”

“Well, Jason, I’m mean to everyone.” You raise your eyebrows as you shrug your shoulders. He stares at you, unconvinced. “Plus, they deserve it.”

There it is. “Babe…”

“What? They fucking do. They were such assholes to you, Jay. No way am I going to be nice to them.”

He can’t help the way he smiles at you, warmth filling his gut. “You just like to hold a grudge.”

“Maybe,” you grouch, cold anger still in your eyes. “They left you for dead, Jason. I won’t be civil to them. Fuck ‘em.”

He sighs. “You know we’re trying to work past that. I…I’m trying to forgive them, or something.”

“Well, congratulations,” you say flatly. “I won’t play nice with people who treated you that way, Jason. Not now, not ever.”

That’s you in a nutshell, and he loves you for it. He opens his arms, and, sensing what he needs, you stand up and wrap your arms around him. You hold him tightly for several minutes. “Sorry,” you eventually mumble into his chest. “If you really want me to, I’ll go and make an effort.”

The thing is, he doesn’t want you to be nice. It is tremendously soothing to have someone fight so hard against the ones who hurt him the most. What a privilege, that you hate so savagely on his behalf.

Rather than say any of that, he clears his throat. “You’re just too mean.”

You step back, glint in your eyes, and grab him by the chin, pulling him down to your level. “You like me when I’m mean,” you whisper in his ear.

Jason gulps. “You bet I do,” he says breathlessly.

“You want me to be mean right now?” you challenge.

He sure does. Jason nods, steering you toward the bedroom.

———

I actually think it is my life’s work to explore all the ways reader can be mean to jason. but like. in a nice way

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oh fucking shit dude. ur a genius

since @janybabyy got excited about it and because praise is my achilles heel, you all get a sneak preview of fem!jay todd x fem!reader x jason todd from a fever you can't sweat out

She moves away from the door and a man ducks through behind her, unfolds to just an inch taller than Jay which you know probably grates at her. They look so similar these two, twins separated by minutes, maybe. Jay plasters herself to your back, trails a lazy hand up your shoulder at you stare at this stranger she’s brought to your door.

“Say hi baby girl,” she tells you, and you do. Mind your manners for him so that you can be good for her.

“Who’s this?” You murmur, turning your head back to face her. She kisses you, slow, filthy, and just a tad apologetic.

“That,” she purrs, pupils blown wide and hungry, palm running down your front to dig in possessively over your belly, “is your breeding stud, baby.”

“Hey,” he says, softly and kind of indignant, only you don’t care because your body’s locked up at her words. Electric.

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you’re really going to look at me with your own two eyes and tell me jason todd isn’t a manga weeb?

A likely story.

He likes to think of himself as jotaro from jojo’s bizarre adventure (part 3 obvs). Tim tells him that he’s more like Josuke in part 4, except where Josuke flips out when someone insults his hair, Jason flips when someone mentions his death. He doesn’t speak to Tim for a week.

Duke tells him he only wants to be like Jotaro because Bruce is like Jotaro. Jason almost goes no contact.

They all agree that Dick is Joseph in part 2. Dick doesn’t know what the fuck they’re talking about, he just likes Ouran High School Host Club.

Damian turns up his nose until Duke slips a copy of fullmetal alchemist into his school bag. Then he’s hooked.

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didn’t realize this was the liberal arts, part 3 (Jason Todd x reader)

After trying and failing to learn why you’re interested in Black Mask’s drug operation, Red Hood follows you to Crime Alley

Part 3 of the college run! Parts 1 and 2 are on my masterlist.

You’re in one of Jason’s college classes, and you’re mean. Then you show up when he’s Red Hood, and guess what, you’re still mean. Swearing, as always, light violence. Reader is still very mean, but now Jason’s having fun.

I don’t know how long this is

———

ENGL205 Literary Touchstones of the Seventeenth Century has been a hell of a lot more fun since Jason’s botched ‘date’ with you.

Date. Was it a date? Or was it a failed reconnaissance op? Yeah, Jason, decides it was a date, but only because it was such a catastrophic failure. He’d only asked you to go for coffee to try and suss you out and he’d learned jack-shit; no new leads on your grudge against Black Mask’s drug dealers.

Hm. A coffee date. That’s why people go on dates, right? To further criminal investigations?

Jason’s gotta find his jokes somewhere.

No new leads, and you’d stormed out of the coffee shop because, by the end, you’d determined you hated him. Yeah, that counts as a date.

Heh. His first date ever, and it sucked ass.

He cracks himself up.

Bad date or not, Jason’s been having a lot more fun in your shared English class. Who knew your inexplicable irritation with him could be such a good time? But it is, and he can’t help provoking you. He doesn’t go too far, at least he thinks he doesn’t, but he does what he can to make you squirm. If there’s a seat next to yours in class, you bet your ass Jason’s taking it. If not, he sits directly across from you. It doesn’t happen every time, and it shouldn’t be a big deal, but it absolutely infuriates you. When he’s next to you, you all but kick him under the table, and when he’s across from you, you glare at him for the entire hour and twenty minutes. Jason has absolutely no idea what he did to piss you off, but he’s not one to walk away from a good time.

It’s not just where he sits, either, Jason takes it upon himself to disagree with you as much as possible in class discussion. At first, he tried to counter every point you make, but he quickly realized he can’t because, uh oh, you make pretty good points. But he gets creative, he plays a lot of Devil’s Advocate, and more than one discussion has devolved into you borderline yelling at him. It’s oh, so fun.

Once, he actually forced you to agree with him. You looked so physically ill when you conceded that Jason couldn’t help smirking at you. He’s been a little stuck on how you rolled your eyes but nodded at him, lips pursed like you’d had a sour candy on your tongue. Jason’s the only one in the class who can get you to look like that. The other students probably think you two are fucking or something. Whatever. Jason doesn’t care, he’s having the time of his life.

Given how much he’s torturing you, there’s no way he’ll get anything out of you as Jason. He’s gotta investigate you as Red Hood. Two nights after your “coffee date,” he stakes out your apartment. Kind of creepy, but he doesn’t feel like he has a choice. Besides, he’s pretty sure you’re going to make some other move against Black Mask’s drug enterprise, and he doesn’t want you to get hurt.

Figuring you out isn’t the only thing on his docket, like you, Jason wants to know what’s up with Black Mask. There’s been some rumblings about fentanyl, and Jason’s seen some overdoses in alleyways. He wants to keep that shit from getting dumped on the street.

Settling in for the stakeout, Jason thinks back to the ledger he’d found when he’d met you beating the shit out of his man. Poor Nelson Willis. Jason was interested in him, too, he was wrapped up in Black Mask’s network. Willis’ ledger was a goldmine, it gave him an in to Black Mask’s Crime Alley operation.

Almost as interesting as when you’d stolen the book from his hands and threatened him at gunpoint so you could look at it.

You’ve got balls, Jason’ll give you that. But balls aren’t enough to protect you, and Jason’s got a hunch you’re walking into deep shit.

Sure enough, there you are, sneaking off into the night. He follows you from a distance. Like the last time he tailed you, you choose to walk. It takes you half an hour—why don’t you just get on the bus?—but finally, you reach your destination: an apartment complex on the fringe of Crime Alley. Jason’s checked; this is one of the addresses in the ledger

Seems he was right to follow you.

Jason perches himself on a nearby rooftop and watches you scale the fire escape. You do it in easy, practiced movements; you’re clearly in shape. And you’d told him you had a history of martial arts, the one thing of value he’d gotten from his ‘date.’

His eyes linger as you grip the iron bar and heave yourself onto the metal ledge.

Huh.

Jason shakes his head. No time for that now, whatever that even is.

Jason’s startled by the sound of glass breaking. Holy shit, did you just break in through the window? You’re not even going to try the locks?

He quickly grapples himself to the building, landing on the fire escape one floor above you. Grunting, he hooks his knees over the bars of the grate and swings himself down so he can peer into the window, hopefully without you noticing.

His abs creak. Be a lot easier if he were Dick.

Squinting through the helmet, Jason tracks your movement inside. It’s dark, and despite your rough entry, you’re being careful, trying to disturb as little as possible. He spies a crappy table in the corner with some papers on it and watches you lock onto it. You move over eagerly, rustling through the papers.

Jason plans to watch you work for now, he’ll get his crack at the papers in a bit. But the plan falls to shit as he picks up on faint movement in another room.

Fuck. Someone else is here. And you don’t seem to realize it. He’s gonna have to make a move.

Just as he’s leveraging himself down from the fire escape, you freeze, picking your head up. Dropping the papers in your hand, you shift into a fighting stance. Jason rights himself just as the person enters the room. It’s a man and shit, he’s got a gun cocked.

The bullet fires and Jason vaults into the room, gun in hand. He takes a shot at the assailant on his way in, but gets distracted when you drop to the floor.

Fuck fuck. Did you get hit? What kind of shitty rescue knight is he?

Jason fires another wide shot and turns to you, heart in his stomach, but no, you aren’t down and out, you had just dodged. He calls out to you, and gestures toward the window. Take cover, get out. I’ve got this handled.

You turn up your nose and sprint toward the gunman.

Well, shit. That is not what Jason wanted.

He fires another shot at the man who ducks out of range and aims for Jason again. Before he can pull the trigger, you reach him and punch him in the face. The shot is impressive, you clean break his nose. But Jason doesn’t have time to admire you because the man turns to you and hits you with the butt of his gun, knocking you cruelly in the head.

This time, you do fall, and Jason wants to throw up. Furious, he shoots at the man again, hitting his shoulder. The man cries out but, amazingly, pulls his arm up and levels the gun at Jason. Jason braces for another shot.

But it doesn’t come. Suddenly, the man clatters to the floor. Looking down, Jason realizes you aren’t unconscious and you’d kicked his legs out from under him. Wasting no time, Jason jumps on the guy to keep him down, and quickly pistol whips him in the head. Same as he did you, except this time, it sticks, and the man is out cold.

Jason catches his breath. Damn. This wasn’t the close quarters fight he was hoping for.

A moan rises from you next to him. Looking over, Jason sees you blinking, gingerly touching your head. “Ouch, fuck,” you mutter.

“Fucking hell, princess, you sure know how to step in it,” Jason says flatly.

“Piss off.” You bring your fingers to your face, checking for blood.

“You’re not bleeding,” Jason informs you.

“I can see that, assface.” You groan, starting to get to your feet.

“Whoa, hold on,” Jason cautiously moves over to you. “You might have a concussion.”

“You just told me I wasn’t bleeding.” You try to stand up, sway, and fall back to the floor. “Actually, I think I’m going to puke.”

“Concussion,” Jason says grimly. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

“Nah, fuck that.” You squint at him, then shudder. “Lemme look at those papers.”

Jason looks to the desk. “You can’t even see straight, princess, no way are you reading those papers.”

“The hell I’m not.” You start to drag yourself over to the table.

What the fuck is wrong with you? “Do you have a goddamn death wish?” he demands.

“None of your business.” You crawl over, reaching blindly onto the tabletop.

“Chrissakes.” Jason gets to his feet, shoving your hand out of the way. “What are you looking for?”

You keep silent, glaring at him. “Fucking hell,” he sighs, kneeling so that he’s next to you. “Whatever it is you’re doing, you clearly can’t do it alone.” He gestures to the goose egg on your temple.

“I would have been fine without you,” you insist, and Jason snorts.

“I saved your ass,” he challenges, and you look away, frowning.

Jason sighs. He thinks you’re…you seem to be, uh. Embarrassed. Maybe. Jason’s not sure he knows what anyone’s thinking these days, but that’s how he’d feel.

“I’m not asking for a thank you, this is what I do,” he tries to reassure you, and you huff. “But I’m better at this than you.” You scoff, opening your mouth to argue, but Jason points to the bat on his chest and you fall silent.

He waits patiently. Finally, you give in. “I want the names of the people who deal on 10th and 3rd,” you mutter.

Jason nods, then digs through the papers. After a minute, he clears his throat. “Here, I’ve got three.” He holds the paper out and you take it, sticking it in your pocket. “What’re you trying to do?” he asks.

You glare at him again, and he sighs. “You’re gonna get hurt, it’s kind of my job to make that not happen.”

“Didn’t ask for you to do that,” you mumble, but your heart’s not in it. “I want their addresses.”

Jason nods. “You gonna break in?”

“Not yet, just looking.”

He nods again. “If I find them, will you let me come with you?” You furrow your brow, confused. “When you look,” he clarifies.

“No,” you say stubbornly.

“Then I take that paper out of your pocket and leave you in the dust,” he says warningly.

“Ugh, fine.” You grab onto his arm to pull yourself up. He starts, uncomfortable at your touch. You ignore him. “Come on, if you’re going to be my babysitter you might as well give me a hand.”

Carefully, Jason abides and helps you stand up. He keeps a hand on you cautiously, afraid you’ll fall again, but you bat him away. “It’s fine, relax.” You look toward the window.

“Here.” Jason walks over and knocks out the rest of the glass. You roll your eyes, but step through. “You need help getting down?”

“Fuck off,” you say easily, but Jason’s not convinced.

“Let me go first, okay?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, gently shoving himself in front of you and leading the way down. He keeps an eye on you the whole way, but you make it down fine.

Out on the street, Jason’s hit with another dilemma. How’s he gonna get you home? It’s a long walk to your apartment. He glances at you: you’re squinting at the ground, bracing yourself against the building so you don’t fall over. Okay, walking and public transit are out of the question. He’s gonna have to call in a favor.

Jason takes out his phone. He pulls up Simon’s number, the jeweler owes him for stopping an armed robbery at his shop. Besides, Jason knows he’ll still be up; Simon may be a jeweler but he’s got eyes and ears and fingers all over this area.

He calls and connects to the line in his helmet. Simon picks up after three rings.

“Hell-o?”

“Simon.” Jason doesn’t need to say anything else.

“Ah! It’s Mr. Red Hood!” His thick, Russian voice booms over the phone. Jason rolls his eyes but smiles behind the helmet. Simon always seems to be poking fun at him, but Jason lets it slide. “Why you call me so late?”

“I need favor.”

“Sure, sure. Of course. What you need?”

“Who the fuck are you talking to?” Jason looks over to see you glaring at him in disbelief. He taps his helmet, and you gesture roughly at him.

Right. International sign for fucked up in the head. He holds up a finger at you. You roll your eyes.

“I need a ride, I picked up someone who needs to get home.”

“Yes, yes. Where?”

Jason gives him the address. A guy will be here in five minutes.

Call over, Jason turns to you. “Talking to a friend,” he explains. “I’m getting you a ride back.”

“Don’t need one,” you mutter, but Jason doesn’t bother to argue. You squint up at him. “I’m not getting in a random-ass car. Why should I trust you?”

Fair point. He sighs. “I…I swear it’ll be okay. I promise.” For whatever that’s worth.

You look at him with suspicion, but nod regardless.

“You should get your head checked out,” he adds. You wave him off.

“How am I gonna know when you get the addresses?” you demand.

Jason’s thought of that. “I’ll find you.”

“Pass.”

Shit, you don’t make anything easy, do you?

“Fine. I’ll give you my number.” You take your phone out of your pocket, and he rattles off one of his burner accounts.

Heh. First time giving someone his number. Jason cracks himself up.

The car arrives and you fall into the back, telling the driver where to go. The guy waves at Jason; it’s Piotr, one of Simon’s kids. He gives him a nod, turning to go.

“Hey.”

Jason looks back to see you’ve rolled down the window. He steps over. “Yeah?”

You let out a long exhale. “Thanks.”

Huh.

“Uh, anytime.”

You nod, rolling the window back up. The car drives off. Jason spends a few moments rooted to the ground.

He snaps back to attention and grapples up to the rooftops. Obviously, he has to follow the car. Just to make sure you get back safe.

———

There will be more! I have a plan!

(Simon is inspired by the jeweler i go to. jsyk he’s a good dude)

[dickgraysonisnothereforthis]

a talking point i often see when defending the consumption of dark content is that it’s a coping mechanism for those with trauma which is very valid and true but i also want to make this abundantly clear: you can like dark content for no reason. you can enjoy fucked up shit in fiction because it’s enjoyable and entertaining. trauma is not required as a ticket for entry. enjoy your dark content bc it’s fun and sexy and don’t let anyone take that away from you

[dickgraysonisnothereforthis]

Well look at me, elaboratin’

——

So Jason is like. Large.

You know this. You have eyes. Duh-doy.

And, like all of us, he is something of a complex human being. Again, duh-doy.

But the point here is, sometimes he acts like he looks, which is a growling, rough, bear of a man that makes your toes curl. He’s good at that.

And then, also, there are other times. Like these.

Like now, right this second. Where he’s got you naked, laid out on the couch, and he’s eating you out so slowly it’s almost maddening. Except, maybe it’s wrong to say he’s got you laid out, because your leg is hooked over his shoulder, digging into his back to keep him in place, and your hand is in his hair.

“Mmh, Jay, slow down.” Your grip on his hair tightens. “Told you. Don’t want to come yet.”

He stays right where he is and moans sinfully, tongue keeping pace against your clit. You laugh, then jerk his head up by his hair. Jason’s eyes are wide, his lips glistening where his tongue flicks over them. “C’mon,” and his voice is a low growl, but he’s pleading with you. “C’mon, doll, lemme make you come, want you to come on my face.”

“Mmmhh, I know, baby,” you smile, threading your fingers through his hair. “But let me have my fun, huh? Just for a little.”

He pouts at you, honest to god pouts, scar on his lip sagging. You can’t help but laugh at him. “Ugh, Jay, your pussy eating is just too good!”

Jason grins, ducking down to lick a stripe up your folds. He groans against your clit. “Please, doll? Wanna make you feel so good.” He keeps giving you little kitten licks, moaning again when you squirm against his face.

“I—I guess,” you tease, laughing when his eyes light up. “You’ll just have to give me another after.”

Jason sighs as he rests his mouth against your sex. “Anything for you, doll.”

he’s a 10 but he moans like a slut while he’s eating you out!

[dickgraysonisnothereforthis]

see I think Jason todd is a slut. no elaboration needed in fact

he’s a 10 but he moans like a slut while he’s eating you out!

[dickgraysonisnothereforthis]

I actually think Jason Todd would be terrible when it comes to reacting to embarrassing situations. Like in the way that he leans too far into it while trying to make the moment not embarrassing for you

Accidently knocked over your drink at the coffee shop? Well, he ripped the top off his drink and poured it right next to yours on the ground. (He didn't even think about the mess it would make, he just did it and met your gaze with complete seriousness while you openly stared at him. Yes, he helped clean it up after, I swear)

Tripped in a room in front of witnesses? He's sprinting over to your side from the opposite end of the room and throwing himself to the floor dramatically. (He's checking if you're okay as soon as he hits the ground)

Accidently waved to someone you don't know? He's gaslighting them into believing you all went to school together. (You walked away from the situation with a new group chat and plans to meet up next Thursday)

He simply has never had a normal interaction in his life and is committed to the bit (no matter how weird that bit seems to be to everyone else)

[dickgraysonisnothereforthis]

yeah “i can teach you” is kind and gentle and warm and comforting. it’s also hot. right

[dickgraysonisnothereforthis]

not the banter between the bat siblings

crushin' | jason todd

Summary: Barbara invites you to dinner with the Bats. She's done so before, and you've always declined, but this time, you agree because the Bat you've had a crush on for ages will be there. Little do you know, the only reason he's staying for dinner is because of you.

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader 

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings/tags: batfam shenanigans, dick is a good meddling brother and deserves a fruit basket, fluff and humor, kissing, crushes, love confessions. just wanted to write something sweet and light :)

the divider

"So you're gonna press this," Barbara says, demonstrating on her own screen.

You follow along, clicking and typing. She nods.

"Good. Then you're gonna do this."

You open the file. A video of what looks to be Bruce drunkenly hula-hooping pops up. Your eyes widen.

"And that's how you keep Bruce in check," Barbara says, patting your shoulder. "Use sparingly. Only when he's getting on your last nerve."

"Wow," you say. "Babs, I... I don't know if I should have this kind of power."

"No, it's cool. I have dirt on everyone in this family, so really, it's my power. You're the only one who gets to see the vault."

You look at her. "You scare me."

She grins. "Thanks! Anyway, you're free to go. They'll be back from the mission soon, so our job is pretty much over."

The computer beeps. She checks the notification and types back. Then she hums.

"Or, you can, y'know, join us for dinner. Alfred keeps wondering when you'll do so."

You press your lips together. "I dunno, Babs... are you sure? I don't want to intrude."

"You're not. Seriously. And you know what I just found out? Jason will be here too."

Well. That does certainly stop your refusal in its tracks. You haven't seen Jason properly since he returned. You feel a pang of guilt at that; true, he's never at the Manor, at least not when you're around. But you could've reached out by now.

Still, being able to see him again properly is a wonderful opportunity. One you can't pass up.

"Okay," you say. "I'll join you all. As long as Alfred's okay with it."

She rolls her eyes, smiles. "Don't be ridiculous. C'mon."

You follow her to the elevator Bruce got installed for her. In the Manor, most of the family are sitting down to dinner. Damian and Cass are on one side of the table. Bruce is at the head. Alfred is still bustling in the kitchen.

You start to pull out the chair next to Cass, but Barbara startles you.

"That's Dick's chair!" She smiles sympathetically. "Sorry. He's particular. Isn't he, guys?"

"Yes," Cass says. "He's comfortable here."

"I've no idea what you're referring to, Gordon," says Damian. He nods at you. "Hello."

You smile. "Hey, Damian. That's fine. I'll sit next to you, Babs." You sit in the middle of three chairs, with Barbara on your right and an empty chair on your left.

"Hi, Cass. Hello, Mr. Wayne."

"Bruce," he reminds you. That's not happening. It feels way too weird to call him Bruce, even though you've known him since Jason was Robin. Just, no.

Cass smiles. "Hello. Glad to have you."

"Where's Tim and Duke?" you ask.

"Thomas is at university. Drake is probably with that idiot clone he calls a boyfriend."

Bruce looks up. "Tim and Connor are dating?"

"Good God," Barbara mumbles.

"Well, yes, Father. They've been dating for quite some time, even shared a room together. Last month, Drake went undercover in Atlantic City and the clone—"

"Old man! Where are you?"

"Jason, just—"

"Shut it, Dickhead."

The grandfather clock swings open, revealing the Cave entrance. Up stomps Jason, followed by Dick. Jason has a smear of purple goo on his forehead, but otherwise is clean. His back is to you.

Jason points an accusing gloved finger at Bruce. "You owe me a new bike, new guns, new gear, new phone, new—"

"Jason, slow down. Why exactly do I owe you new things?" Bruce asks.

"Because Tweedle-Dum here didn't scan the fuckin' spaceship that landed in Syracuse and melted my bike with purple goo!"

"It said it was empty," Dick says tiredly. "How was I supposed to know an abandoned ship would spit goo?"

"Okay, alright, boys, don't fight. Yes, Jason, I'll compensate everything you lost in Syracuse."

"Yeah, you will. And a new fridge." Jason thinks. "And a new TV."

"Master Jason," Alfred begins, walking into the dining room with a dish of roasted potatoes. "You may continue your bargaining with Master Bruce after dinner. Wipe that alien sludge off your face and have a seat."

Jason sighs. "Alf, I appreciate the invite, but you know I don't dine with most of the folks at this table. Gets real fuckin' crowded."

"Master Jason, watch your language," Alfred says sternly. "We have a guest. Behave like the young man I raised you to be."

Jason scoffs. "Who, Barbie? She doesn't—" He turns and stops, staring at you.

You smile, suddenly self-conscious. "Hi."

He swallows, eyes wide. "Hi. Hey."

"Aren't you staying for dinner?" you ask, confused. "Barbara said you were."

"I—" He glances at Barbara, then looks at you. "Uh. Well. I don't really..."

"C'mon, Jay, you guys should catch up!" Dick says brightly, already seated.

Jason's mouth sours as he turns to Dick. You pull out the chair next to you and tap the seat.

"You can sit next to me," you say, looking up at Jason.

He immediately turns back to you, lips parted. "Oh. I—y-yeah. Sure. Thanks."

"Master Jason. The goo," Alfred reminds, raising a brow. "And hang up your jacket."

Jason quickly backs up and bumps into the table corner. He winces.

"Right. I'm gonna... yeah. Be right back."

Jason disappears down the hall. Dick grins wolfishly at Barbara.

"You're amazing," he says.

"I know," she says, shrugging.

Alfred serves the last tray of vegetables, then sits. Jason soon returns, gloves and jacket away and goo-free.

"Did you style your hair, Todd?" Damian asks.

"No. Shut it." Jason scoots in his chair, glaring at his brother. But when you pass him the tray of roast, his expression softens. He smiles at you.

"Thanks," he says, and puts three slices on his plate. "Great roast, Alf."

"You haven't tried it," Alfred says, but looks very pleased.

"Don't need to."

"We're very glad you're here, Jason," Bruce says. "All things considered—"

Jason holds up a hand. "Ah-ah. I'm not here for you, old man. Save the speech for another day."

"And who are you here for, Jason?" Dick asks, propping his chin on his hands.

"None of your beeswax, Dick."

Dick shrugs. Damian begins to talk about an art project in school. You pay the appropriate amount of attention until Jason nudges your arm.

"Hey," he says, nodding at your empty glass. "Didja get something to drink?"

"Oh." Heat creeps up your neck. "Um, no. Sorry. I didn't know where to get the drinks."

"'S okay. Alf doesn't put out drinks anymore 'cause everybody drinks something different. You just help yourself to whatever's in the fridge. I'll get it for ya."

"Jason, you don't have to—"

He holds up a hand, smiling. "C'mon, none of that. You're a guest. Orange Fanta, right?"

You blink. "You remembered."

"Uh." His cheeks go pink. "I mean, yeah. No biggie. I'll be back."

Jason stands. Immediately, the others pounce.

"Are you going to the kitchen?" Dick asks.

"No," Jason says.

"Can you get me another Diet Coke?"

"Todd, if you're going to the kitchen, I would like another lemonade, please," Damian says.

"I just said I'm not going to the—"

"Master Jason, will you please bring this into the kitchen?" Alfred asks, holding up an empty tray.

Jason heaves a sigh. You wince.

"Sorry," you whisper.

He shakes his head and winks. "Nah, 's not you."

Obediently, Jason takes the tray and goes to the kitchen. He returns with a Diet Coke, which he tosses at Dick, who catches it with one hand, and a bottle of lemonade, which he throws to Damian who also catches it with one hand and a scowl. Finally, Jason opens the Orange Fanta for you and gently pours it into your glass, then sets the half-full can next to your plate. He sits down.

"Of course they get special treatment," Dick mumbles into his drink.

The table rattles, and Dick winces, squinting at Jason. The table rattles again, and Jason hisses.

"Boys," Bruce says wearily. "Enough."

"Yeah, Jason," Dick says, sticking his nose up. "Y'know it's my birthday soon. I deserve a brother who doesn't kick me."

"Oh, I'll tell ya what you deserve," Jason begins.

"Are we doing laser tag?" Cass pipes up from the end.

"'Course we are! Everybody's gonna be there." Dick looks pointedly at Jason. "Except my own brother. He refused."

You look at Jason, who's got a nasty glower aimed at Dick.

"You're not coming?" you ask.

Jason's expression melts away when he turns to you. "Uh, I mean—"

"No, he's not," Dick says, pulling the saddest pout you've ever seen. "He said he wanted nothing to do with my stupid birthday."

"Those weren't my exact words."

"They were very close," Damian says.

"Shut—"

"Jason, I can't believe you aren't going to Dick's birthday," Barbara says, shaking her head.

Jason's mouth falls open. "Et tu, Barbie?"

"You should come," you say, touching Jason's arm.

He immediately looks at your hand. You slowly remove it, smiling sheepishly.

"Then we can be a team," you say. "We're playing doubles. I'm horrendously bad at laser tag, but I bet we'd win together. I'd watch your six."

"Leaving them in the lurch, Jason?" Barbara tuts. "So unlike you."

Jason heaves a sigh. "For God—okay. Alright, brother mine. You win."

You beam. "So you'll come?"

"'Long as you and I are a team," Jason says, a little shy.

You bump his shoulder with yours. "Of course."

Dick looks at you. "You should join us for dinner every night."

You laugh bashfully. "Thanks, Dick."

Dinner goes on. Bruce excuses himself early, as do Cass and Damian. Soon, it's the four of you plus Alfred cleaning up after dinner. You and Jason are loading the dishwasher when Jason hisses. He pulls out his hand, revealing a thin red cut on his palm.

"Are you okay?" you ask, hovering worriedly.

"Yeah, 'm fine. I'll take the tray—"

"Jason, no," Dick says, herding him away from the dishwasher. "You have to get that wrapped immediately."

"What are you—dude, it's a tiny cut—"

"Yeah, but there was food on there, and you have no idea what can get into the wound and make you sick," Barbara says seriously. "You need to get it cleaned right now."

Jason rolls his eyes. "Fine, whatever. There's a first aid kit in the closet."

"There isn't!" Dick says, shooing Jason toward you. "Alfred hasn't restocked it. You have to go to the Cave. You should both go."

"Yes, great idea," Barbara says, looking at you. "You have medical experience, don't you?"

"I mean, a little, but—"

"More than us!" Dick says, shoving you both towards the hallway.

"I don't think so..."

"You take care of Jaybird here, he needs that hand," Dick says cheerily, opening the Cave entrance. "Go on, go."

"Christ on a bike," Jason mumbles, and heads down the stairs.

You follow, confused and concerned. The entrance slides closed. Jason goes to the medbay, muttering under his breath as he digs through one of the drawers with one hand. You join him, searching the top drawer for the antiseptic spray.

"Is the cut really bad?" you ask, trying to get a better look.

"No. My brother's just an idiot. Nothin' new."

You pull out the spray, some gauze, and a bandaid. Jason nods in thanks and goes to take it.

"I can do it," you say. "I do have medical experience, after all."

He snorts. "Fine by me."

You both sit on the edge of a cot. You turn to Jason and pull his hand into your lap. He inhales sharply. You stop.

"Is this okay?" you ask.

"Y-yeah. Fine. Sorry. I don't get touched a lot." Jason's mouth screws up. "Ugh. That sounded weird."

You laugh. "It's fine, I know what you meant."

He scratches the back of his neck while you clean his hand. He has big hands. Bigger than you remember. They're deeply scarred and calloused. You rub your thumbs over the pads of his fingers without thinking.

"You got soft hands," Jason says quietly.

"Heh. Thanks. The computer life."

He hums. "I didn't know you were working with Babs."

The guilt swims back full force.

"I know. I'm sorry. I should've reached out, Jason. I-I basically ignored you. Not on purpose! I just... I guess I wasn't sure where we stood and I thought maybe you'd be mad I was working for Batman after everything and I was afraid that we wouldn't—"

"Hey, whoa. 'M not mad." Jason finds your gaze. You frown. "I'm serious. I don't mind that you're working for Bruce. I mean, hell, I do too, on occasion. Mostly I just bitch at him."

You giggle. He smiles. You're still holding his hand. You don't really want to let go. Jason doesn't seem to want to pull away either.

"Well, even so, I'm sorry for not reaching out. I did miss you, Jason. And I'm glad you're back."

He clears his throat, ducking his head. "Huh. Well, I missed you too. And y'got nothin' to apologize for. I could've asked about you."

"Well—"

"Uh-uh, no, I'm the king of self-deprication. Y'can't take that from me," Jason says, eyes dancing with mirth.

You sigh dramatically. "Fine, fine. Can we say that we both could've reached out?"

"That's agreeable. And, uh, while we're clearing the air, I'm so terribly sorry 'bout my dumbass brother."

You tilt your head. "What do you mean?"

"Ah, huh. Hm. Well, funny thing. I kinda had a, um, crush on you, before. And Dick has it in his head that I... that I have a chance now. So... yeah."

"Before?" you ask.

You don't know why you're disappointed. It's not like you knew. Except maybe if you had, you wouldn't have missed out. Maybe you wouldn't have lost so much time.

Jason glances at you. "What... why are you sayin' it like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you wish... that I..." He shakes his head. "Forget it."

"Jason," you say, barely a whisper.

He looks at you. His eyes flick to your lips, just for a millisecond. "Yeah?"

"Can I kiss you?"

A beat. Your heart falls.

"Yeah." Jason nods. "Yeah, kiss me."

You heart soars.

You hold Jason's face, still holding his hand. He gingerly touches your neck with his uninjured hand, strokes behind your ear with his thumb. Every nerve alights. You're kissing Jason Todd. The boy you've loved since you were thirteen.

"They did it! They're kissing!"

Jason growls against your mouth. You know it's not aimed at you, but it makes lightning shoot down your spine. Wow.

"'M gonna kill 'im," Jason mumbles.

You smile and pull back, just an inch. "It's nearly his birthday. At least wait till next week."

"Hm." Jason kisses the corner of your mouth. You like him so much. "Fine. Y'know you can convince me of pretty much anything? Wield that power carefully."

You wrap your arms around his neck. Jason braces you with a hand on the small of your back.

"I'm very flattered, but I think you're confused, Jay." A kiss to his jaw. "It's you who has a hold on me."