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Tiring Night, Bright Light

I wrote this at 4AM two nights ago and FORGOT about it

just a little fluff drabble

pairing: Jason Todd + Reader

warnings: swearing, that’s it I think lmk if there’s something else‼️

Last night, for Jason at least, was a blur- not in the ‘so drunk tomorrow I won’t be able to walk more then 10 feet from the bathroom to my bedroom’ but the ‘Average night as Red Hood almost turns into a near death experience (again)’ type of night.

You on the other hand were overworked, losing your mind over every single word you heard or a car horn going off outside. Not to mention Jason only sending one word texts that were hours apart.

You ended up being on the literal edge of sleep when the soft squeak of the door opened and broad footsteps coming to the bed you laid in. Then the weight of the bed caving in, and the inventible arm that slithered around your waist and pulled your back up to his bare chest. You don't remember much after that, only the small kisses that were pressed to the back of your neck and shoulders.

You woke up to the sun pulsing in your eyelids, you let out a groan and used the blanket to cover your eyes. Not even noticing the snores coming from your exhausted boyfriend until you didn't feel him wrapped around you. That was when you turned over, putting your leg over his and your face in his back in your own little attempt to spoon him.

"Jayyyy" you dragged out as he stirred in his sleep. Seemingly hearing your 'cry' he woke up "hell y'doin up so early?" He slurred as he rubbed the tiredness out of his eyes. "God your hot.." he mumbled only to be met with your snarky little "i know!". He flipped himself over to see your face but the sun decided to partially blind him instead "Jesus- you leave the blinds open or something?" He sat up "No! You so did that, not me!" You defended yourself "uh huh, sure sweetie." Jason said as he got up, stretching in the process as he closed the blinds fully

"Now what am i gonna do with ya?" He said before climbing on top of you, pattering kisses along your face that made you giggle "You're such a sap today" you managed to giggle out before you pressed a light kiss upon his lips. "What can i can I say? You had a glow to ya this morning" He joked before laying next to you and wrapping you up in hopes of forgetting everything last night, which was already gone by the time you started rambling.

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this is SOOOO jason you guys dont even get it

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I constantly think of batsis!reader x Wally West more then I’d like to

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each and every night i lay my head down on my pillow I fear Jason Todd with his HORRIBLE AND TERRIFYING haircut will find me in my dreams

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Jason getting an unexpected surge of pit madness and one of the batsiblings (up to you) tries to help him out of it. Jason is semi lucid maybe because these have been happening for a while and he's desperately trying to not hurt his sibling and begs for them to go away :') good luck with the writing/creativity block<3

Fudge Cookies

I love this ask so much!! This is the first time writing for something that wasn’t an essay so please bear with me, this was really fun to write overall!! idk if I did this right because I’m not to fond of pit madness but it’s still a fun concept so this is my take on it

Warnings: PTSD, aggressive behavior, language

It was getting bad, really bad, extremely fucking bad. Jason was supposed to be getting ready for patrol. He went to Wayne manor to get one of his gadgets fixed up since the bat cave seemed to have every death trap and work bench in history. Jason was in the batcave, leaning against a wall trying to keep calm, focus on his hands, the colors he was seeing, anything but the pounding in his head and the urge to choke someone until they take one last breath.

There were footsteps, of fucking course, they weren’t heavy like Bruce’s, not as steep as Dick’s, and not as feathery as Tim’s.

“Do you plan on leaving or are you just gonna lean on my workspace?��� Damian said with Witt, hands on his hips as he gave Jason a glance before noticing Jason’s eyes and how they looked glassy and angry

“Are you feeling alright?” Damian asked with a stand offish tone before letting his arms go down to his sides

“Fine just- want to be alone” Jason stumbled, his gaze looking away from Damian, his voice just wanted to make him pounce

“Because leaving you alone with the most deadly weapons would keep you and everyone feeling safe?” Damian replied, always so damn snarky, Jason thought.

He wanted to reply back with his own snarky, almost demeaning reply but he could only muster up a “Jesus I’m-I’m fine okay? I’ll be out in a minute, go.” Jason shivered, he crossed his arms over his stomach

“Seriously? You’re obviously not okay, Jason. I’ll go get father-“ Damian’s voice was cut off by a “NO! Do NOT get Bruce- Just-“ Jason lets out a shaken breath as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Frustrated, and scared, thats what Jason was right now.

"Fine. But I can’t leave you here, what’s wrong?” Damian’s voice was still normal but more with a hint concern when he didn’t get a response, only Jason’s eyes aimlessly looking at the wall to Damian’s right.

Jason was out of it, he wasn’t hearing a voice or anything other then the sound of a crowbar hit his ribs, his bones snapping. It made him aggressive thinking about what he could’ve done, how weak and hopeless he felt. He snapped his head forward when he heard a loud *SNAP* in front of him to be met with Damian’s hands clasped together before putting them down.

“You should lay down. Zoning out while feeling fatigued could mean you have hypoglycemia, do you not consume enough sugar?" He thought he was simply fatigued? Jason wasn't necessarily mad about that, it was better then him knowing he felt a need to quite literally beat someone to death and that he was reliving hell.

"Damian. Go. Please" He practically begged as his breaths sharpened. He didn't want to hurt anyone, but if he kept hearing this nagging, aching voice he would.

"I really don't necessarily like you but i know that you clearly need help, and said 'help' cannot be provided in the bat cave of all places" Damian didn't dislike his brother at all but he did right now he was being stubborn! Thats how Damian viewed it so he went on, and on for about 20 seconds before Jason practically lunged forward

"Listen, you are being a fucking- Damian, i'm begging just- don't talk" Jason's eyes became glassy as he walked off. Damian was opened his mouth to speak but was cut off

"I-I'll go to my room just- leave me alone" Jason walked as if he was drunk. Damian watched from a distance, following behind Jason to make it to his room until he came to a stop halfway in the hallway.

Jason nearly fell on his ass if his hand wasn't leaning on the wall. Nothing was off about the house just an anomaly, said anomaly being the chair he was sat in for months that felt like a decade. Jason knew it wasn't real but it was unnerving with the silence. He stared at the blood on the back, the arm rests with the ropes before snapping out of it. Walking forward until he got to his room. He slammed the door closed as he stumbled to his bed with a cry.

Damian was worried, he cared about his family even if he didn't act like it. He wasn't good at comforting people, so when he is told more then two times he should be alone he wanted to leave him alone. But he also didn't want his brother to feel alone. He remembered those cookies Alfred had made, chocolate chip with fudge in the middle, a complete sugar overdose that Jason *somehow* liked.

Jason's head pounded like a small alien was trying to take over his brain. He took the pain killers in his bedside drawer, which obviously wouldn't cut it off but would at least ease it, even if it was only a tiny bit. He laid on his bed as he felt like he was melting, the sounds of everything that had happened, the voices, everything was too much until there was the small click of his door opening. The talking in his head stopped and they sounds were fainting as glass was lightly heard tapping the carpeted floor.

He sat up, seeing cookies sat by his door he wobbly went to the plate, picked it up and brought it back to the bed. He unconsciously picked up a cookie and bit into it. His favorite cookie since he was 9. The fudge was warm and the chocolate chips were cold. He looked down at the plate, about to pick another one up before seeing a blue sticky note that read 'i've made Alfred make another batch. He says they will be done in about 28 minutes. Please come down into the living room by then so we can play chess PS: i will win' was wrote in red pen ink. Jason rolled his eyes as a grin threatened his lips. The pounding was like a light heartbeat now, no voices, no sounds, no anything. Maybe it was just low blood sugar after all.

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i made a Jason playlist on a whim, its what i PERSONALLY think he would listen to and i stand by that he is a dad rock- nu metal enjoyer. Also very sorry that it's unorganized my playlist are never organized since im always on shuffle

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Which one of the Bat-siblings is the best and the worst at Hide and Seek?

I think Dick is probably the best at hide and seek just because he’s super flexible and has lived in the longest in the Manor so he definitely knows each and every hiding spot. Tim is probably the worst cause I feel like he would get over confident, like putting the lamp thingy on his head and standing still (it definitely worked on Dick for months until he finally figured out where he was hiding) also Tim would be hiding in a dark spot and lose track of time so he would probably think he was there for an hour just for him to come out and it only be him hiding for 5-10 minutes

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hello! What genres do you write ? Like hurt/comfort or smut or angst or stuff? (Sorry if this sounds weird English isn't my first language)

I think I lean towards hurt/comfort and fluff for the time being until I get like 2 actual stories out, then I’ll probably write smut and angst because I feel like it requires more in depth writing😭 but I will probably be mostly fluff

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out of all the batboys who do you think would be a theater kid?

I genuinely believe Jason would be a theater kid to the point he would memorize every prop set up. He def likes Dear Evan Hansen and Hamilton

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guys feel free to send me requests I need inspo to write🙏 I will be writing for batfam only just because I know way more about them then anyone else, I will update (and probably make a more proper master list thing) soon!!

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someone give Jason Todd a husky NOW

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Dick: Ugh I really don’t want to go into work

Tim: What the fuck do you mean?? Work?? It’s daytime?? You’re gonna go out in the day to do vigilante stuff??

Dick:??? No?? My fucking job? Being a police officer??

Tim: THE FUCK??? SINCE WHEN HAS THIS BEEN A THING??

Dick: A WHILE???

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HE WAS LITERALLY JUST A LITTLE GUY IM CRYING

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thinking about how in Arkham knight Vr you can hear Jason screaming for his mom which he never knew or met