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MASTERLIST:

JASON TODD

CLARK KENT

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CLARK KENT MASTERLIST

# ‘THROUGH YOUR GLASSES’ — After Bruce accidentally reveals Clark’s secret, your relationship falls apart—but when danger finds you, Clark shows up, and maybe… so does a second chance.

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JASON TODD MASTERLIST

Arkham Knight:

# ‘TESTING WATERS’ — Jason Todd drags you into his violent world— but you’re not here to fix him. You just want to remind him what love feels like. (part 2)

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# ‘TESTING WATERS’ (part 2)

-> Other parts: one

-> Summary: Jason’s mood is shifting, and you’re the reason. After days of soft tension and awkward closeness, he finally makes the first move… in the most clumsy, Jason Todd way possible.

-> Pairing: AK!Jason Todd x F!Reader

-> WARNINGS: maybe ooc Jason? canon-typical mentions of trauma/PTSD; Jason being touch-starved and awkward; light make-out— dude i need to learn how to manage the warnings because i don’t know what to put here

-> A/N: i’m lowkey kinda getting obsessed with jason AND the arkham trilogy.. again; good thing i already have it purchased on my nintendo😼😼

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You heard it first from one of the lieutenants outside the rec room. “Boss has been… different.”

You weren’t even eavesdropping on purpose. Just walking past with the world’s most boring sandwich in your hand when the words hit your ear like a thrown brick.

“How different?” someone else asked, like they didn’t believe it for a second.

“Like… he’s not biting people’s heads off every five minutes. Let Ramirez finish a full sentence yesterday. Didn’t even snap when Jace spilled coffee on the intel sheets.”

A third voice chimed in, low and full of disbelief. “You’re joking.”

“Swear on my paycheck, man. He’s still scary as shit but… it’s less homicidal lately. I’m telling you. It started after he went to his quarters one night earlier than usual, when he went to her.”

Her. You.

You nearly tripped over your own feet. Great. Just what you needed. Jason Todd, broody warlord of Gotham’s underground, getting talked about like a teen girl’s diary entry.

You made a beeline for your room, heart racing and face burning.

Later that day, on a video call with Tori, she cracked a joke about it. “You’re basically living in a shitty action movie. Just waiting for dramatic background music every time he enters a room.”

You snorted so hard she nearly dropped her phone. “If my life had a soundtrack it’d just be heavy breathing and gunshots.”

You were in the middle of laughing when you caught it. Jason. Walking past your door. And— blink and you’ll miss it— but you didn’t miss it.

A smile. Small. Crooked. There and gone in less than a second. You froze mid-laugh, still staring at the empty hallway long after he disappeared.

“Okay what just happened?” Tori asked, catching your expression shift. “Nothing,” you said quickly. But your grin said otherwise.

The shift didn’t stop there. Over the next few days, it got… softer. Like the air was changing around you.

He let you sit next to him again on the couch. When your shoulder bumped his, he didn’t move away. In fact… he leaned back. Barely. But it was there.

Another night, he passed you in the hall and actually said, ‘Hey.’ Like a normal human being. Not ‘Y/n.’ Not ‘Be quieter.’

Just… ‘Hey.’ And you chatted with him until his earpiece buzzed and he had to leave. You spent the next fifteen minutes staring at your ceiling trying not to scream into a pillow like a teenager.

That night though… that’s when it happened.

You caught him sitting on the edge of the bed, unlacing his boots, looking tired but less haunted than usual.

You were hovering in the doorway, heart doing somersaults, debating with yourself for five full minutes before finally— screw it. You went for it.

You crossed the room and wrapped your arms around him from behind, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. Instant tension.

You felt it instantly. The way his back stiffened like muscle memory was telling him to pull away. But this time… he didn’t. Not fully.

He exhaled hard, like the air left his lungs all at once. Then his hands moved— slow, hesitant— until they settled on your forearms, like he wasn’t sure what to do with them.

And when you loosened your hold just enough to pull back and check his face… That’s when you caught it. Jason biting his lip.

Like he was chewing on some thought he didn’t know how to say. Eyes dropping to your mouth, then back to your eyes, then back again like he was short-circuiting.

Your heart nearly exploded. “Jason—” you whispered, but before you could even finish, his hands slid down, settling clumsily on your waist.

And then he kissed you.

No warning. No finesse. Just pure, awkward, inexperienced Jason Todd crashing into you like a human wrecking ball.

It was messy. A little too hard at first. Teeth bumped. Breath hitched weird between both of you.

But when your hands instinctively grabbed the front of his shirt and you pushed him back slightly— just enough to adjust the angle— he followed.

Like muscle memory kicked in. Like whatever fragile dam he’d been holding together finally cracked open.

And suddenly you were in his lap, straddling him without even realizing how it happened, one of his hands slipping up your back while the other stayed stubbornly locked on your hip like he was scared you’d disappear.

He kissed like a man who had no idea what the hell he was doing but wanted to do it anyway. You almost laughed into his mouth when it clicked—

This man… had 100% been listening to soldiers at base giving bad dating advice to each other. Trying to apply random tips he overheard.

Be confident. Grip her waist. Make the first move. Tilt your head more. You could practically hear their voices in your brain, like ghosts of locker room nonsense.

But none of it mattered. Not when his lips were on yours. Not when his breath stuttered every time you deepened the kiss.

And definitely not when you pulled back, resting your forehead against his, smiling through your own gasps for air.

“Jason…” you whispered, voice shaking. “I’ve already been swooned, you idiot.” He huffed out a shaky laugh. A real one. And for once… he didn’t look so broken.

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# ‘THROUGH YOUR GLASSES’

-> Summary: After Bruce accidentally reveals Clark’s secret, your relationship falls apart—but when danger finds you, Clark shows up, and maybe… so does a second chance.

-> Pairing: Clark Kent x F!Reader

-> WARNINGS: lowkey nothing super heavy besides heartbreak and late-night creeps; but in theory nothing again🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

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Clark smiled softly, pointing at a bouquet of your favorite flowers. “That one, please.”

The old florist handed them over with a knowing grin. But Clark barely noticed— his attention was fixed on the man standing behind him.

“Something wrong, young man?” the lady’s voice cut through the now thick tension. “No, I’ll get going ma’am. Have a nice day.” he payed for the flowers.

Clark lowered the flowers, jaw tightening. “Need something, Bruce?” he stared at the billionaire. “I can help you.”

“You’ve done enough.” “If it’s about money—”

“I can manage,” Clark snapped. “And even if I couldn’t, I wouldn’t ask you.”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” Bruce shoved his hands deep into his coat pockets, like a sulking kid who broke the neighbor’s window.

“She didn’t have to know.” Clark rubbed the bridge of his nose, as he turned to him fully now, his look sharp enough to cut steel. “And well… she knows now.”

“I called her. I tried to explain—” Bruce began speaking, but Clark shut him down. He wasn’t that mad at Bruce. Except that he lost you.

“Don’t.” Clark’s voice dropped low, dangerous. “Stay away from her. Stay away from me.”

And with that, Clark walked away— flowers in hand, heart in pieces. Oh, what happened? Well…

Once upon a time, there were two lovebirds: You and Clark Kent.

You were a ray of sunshine— until the topic of superheroes came up. You hated them. The capes, the collateral damage, the hypocrisy.

And Clark? Well… Clark was Superman.

But you didn’t know that part. Not until Bruce Wayne— in a fit of bad timing and worse judgment— let it slip during a stupid, ego-driven argument with Clark about justice and accountability.

One wrong sentence. One second of Bruce not keeping his mouth shut. That’s all it took. You were livid. Furious. Heartbroken. And now?

Now Clark was standing at your door with a bouquet and a face full of regret.

He knocked twice. Through the peephole, he saw you hesitate. Cross your arms. Uncross them. Sigh. And then the door creaked open… just barely.

“What?” Your eyes flicked down to the flowers. “I told you to leave me alone.” Before you could close it again, Clark slid his foot against the frame and pushed the door open wider.

You didn’t fight it. “These are for you,” he said quietly, holding the bouquet out like it was some kind of white flag. “And… let me just say… it’s all a misunderstanding. I’m not—”

“I don’t wanna hear it.” Your voice cracked, but you held your ground. “There’s nothing left to say. I just needed someone to say it out loud so I could finally see through your dumb glasses. You’re him, Clark. Period.”

You grabbed the flowers anyway. Stupid muscle memory. Stupid lingering feelings. Clark stood there, awkward and heavy in your doorway, until finally…

“Can I come in?” he asked, voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “Just… one last time?” You stepped aside without a word.

Clark moved toward the couch, taking it all in. His eyeglasses cloth still draped over the armrest. Pictures of the two of you smiling, framed and untouched. His jacket on the hook by the door like he’d be back any second.

“I’m assuming you’re here to grab your crap?” you said flatly, sticking the flowers in a vase without looking at him. “Didn’t touch any of it. Figured it’d be easier for you to pack and leave faster. Superman should be able to do it in… what… two minutes?”

Clark smiled bitterly. “Two minutes is generous. But Flash would do it quicker.”

You plopped down in the recliner, crossing your legs. “Then maybe you and your vigilante buddies can have a race. See who can pack their shit the fastest from their ex’s apartment.”

The room fell quiet.

Clark glanced at the clock. Time was slipping. He had to be at City Hall in half an hour. With a heavy sigh, he stood up, gathering a few small things but leaving most behind.

“You don’t have to—“ “I know.” He cut you off gently. “But I should.” And then… he left.

That night you shouldn’t have walked home alone. Not this late. Not down this side street where the streetlights flickered and died like some horror movie cliché.

The three guys following you were making no effort to hide it anymore. Their footsteps picked up. Your heart did the same.

You pulled out your phone with shaky hands, but no signal. Of course. You turned a corner— dead end. Panic clawed up your throat.

“Hey, sweetheart,” one of them jeered, stepping closer. You opened your mouth to scream and suddenly, a loud gust of wind slammed through the alley.

The air shifted. The temperature dropped. And when you blinked, they were gone. Scattered like leaves in a storm.

In their place… stood him. Red cape. Broad shoulders. Chest heaving like he’d flown here faster than thought itself. Superman. Clark. Your Clark.

He looked terrified. Like he’d been more scared of losing you than fighting them. “You okay?” he breathed, stepping toward you carefully, like you’d break if he moved too fast.

You nodded slowly, throat tight, tears pricking your eyes. “Stupid question,” he muttered, reaching out, but hesitating— waiting for you to close the distance. And you did.

Without another word, you wrapped your arms around him. Tight. Like you were afraid he’d disappear if you let go.

He buried his face in your hair, holding you like you were oxygen. “I still hate superheroes,” you mumbled against his chest.

“That’s fine,” he whispered back, kissing the top of your head. “I’m just… really glad you don’t hate me.”

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# ‘TESTING WATERS’

-> Other parts: two

-> Summary: Jason Todd drags you into his violent world— but you’re not here to fix him. You just want to remind him what love feels like.

-> Pairing: AK!Jason Todd X F!Reader

-> WARNINGS: hurt/comfort but mostly hurt for a small part; but other than that, if it even counts, maybe nothing except amateur writing??😭

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Life hadn’t been so good— not since Jason came back. The boy you once loved, the one who used to be all soft grins and bad jokes, was now… something else. Changed. Warped. Bruised beyond recognition.

Everyone at the base whispered that Joker left scars in Jason’s body and mind. You didn’t need to ask. That jagged mark on his cheek said more than enough.

And his eyes? Tired. Haunted. Full of something unreadable, like static behind glass. He barely talks now, but you can tell he tries. And that means everything to you.

How did he find you? Probably hacked a dozen systems, tracked your every step. One day, some militia kid knocked on your door and just said, “Jason Todd wants to see you.” Like it was normal.

And out of desperation, you followed without thinking about the worst.

Now he’s in a briefing you’re not allowed to sit in on. Not like you even wanted to. You couldn’t care less about his army or whatever revenge plan he’s making for Batman. You just care about him. The Jason you remember. Your Jason.

He’s basically a walking, barely-talking landmine. Notices everything. Like that one time you were too tired to shower and said you’d do it in the morning?

When you woke up he was on his side of the bed, placing his armor in place and getting ready to leave for whatever reason he had.

But before he left the room, he looked at you, deadpan, and muttered, “The bathroom is fully functional.” Then left. No further comment.

“Y/n? Boss wants you back in your quarters.” A guard— armed, of course— spoke.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m just getting my steps in. Which, by the way, have lowered drastically since I moved in here, thanks.” The tension, though? Thick enough to cut with a knife. He seemed to straighten up more than he already was. Why?

“Then maybe you should leave, if your steps matter that much.” Jason’s voice cut through the air like a blade. That’s why. You turned, heart sinking, and saw him stepping out— men flanking him on both sides.

“I was joking.” you called after him, softer this time. But he didn’t look back, taking a corner with two lieutenants behind him.

Later, you went back to your assigned wing and started a video call with a friend, Tori. “Girl, when are you gonna let me meet this mysterious man of yours?” she asked, eating some expensive chocolate she probably got from one of her 8 talking stages.

She was lounging in her room, you were slumped in yours— bored, overthinking, slightly confused and guilty. These four feelings swaying in a pot brewing other sentiments.

“He’s busy. Like— always. I can’t even sneak in a hug, let alone a kiss,” you muttered, frowning at your chipped nail polish.

“You know what, babe? Listen to me.” Tori tilted her head, sipping from a glass of wine she absolutely wasn’t classy enough to hold. “You live in Otisburg, right?”

You nodded. “Perfect. There’s this lingerie shop near there— think it’s called ‘For My Man’ or something. I’ll send the location.” She was already typing. “Maybe you’ll find some, y’know… stuff in there too.”

You broke a smile. “Thanks. I’ll see what I’ll do.” you said, already knowing damn well you weren’t doing any of that.

The call dragged on for another couple hours, the way it always did— Tori gossiping, you half-listening, heart full of someone else. Eventually, you ended the call, cleaned up a bit and waited.

As expected, about half an hour later, the door clicked open. You padded toward the sound and found Jason— alive, intact, and as emotionally unreadable as ever.

“Hey,” you said, leaning against the wall casually. “How was patrol?” “Fine.” He kicked his boots off, not looking at you.

“Good. Amazing, actually.” you replied with a smile he didn’t see. He brushed past, heading for the bedroom. “You know, Jason—” you called, and he paused mid-step, turning just slightly toward you. “Go on.”

“I missed you.”

He didn’t say anything. Just… stared. You could practically see the gears turning, the way he chewed over your words like they were something dangerous.

He also seemed to be analyzing your words, trying to figure out an answer not to hurt you. But you didn’t need words— you didn’t need a reply.

So you stepped forward, gently took his arm, and turned him to face you fully. Then, slowly, carefully, you closed the distance— until you were close enough to wrap your arms around him.

At first, he didn’t move. His body was stiff, tense, like it wasn’t used to this sudden kindness. One hand hovered at your back, then finally rested there, soft and unsure. And then— he leaned into you. Just barely.

“I love you,” you whispered, hands rubbing gentle circles into his back armor. “I never stayed out of pity, or guilt, or fear. I stayed because you never left my mind. You still haven’t.”

He shifted like he didn’t know what to do with the words. His hand patted your back. Once. It was awkward and silent and made your chest ache in the sweetest way.

You pulled back, smiled, and kissed the armor plating over his chest. Didn’t expect anything. Didn’t push.

Later, after he’d showered and had space to breathe, you found him on the couch, hunched over a tablet. Some mission data, probably.

You plopped beside him without a word. He didn’t react. No flinch, no sigh. Just kept tapping away. So, naturally, you pushed your luck— snuggled a little closer, shoulder to shoulder.

Still nothing. Just a faint sigh. Not annoyed. Just… Jason-ish. “Y/n.” “Yeah?” you asked, trying to keep your face soft, warm. Not too eager.

“About the hug…” He scratched his forearm, eyes flicking away. “You can do that. When you want. Just… not unexpectedly.”

You bit back a smile. “Noted.”