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please please please I'm on my knees for a popstar!reader who's secretly dating jason

popstar!reader who temporarily moved to Gotham for a change, for an album, manager says

popstar!reader who met jason as red hood, lost and troubled in an alley then saving her (she shouldn't have ventured too far for "ideas")

popstar!reader who later on crushes on him like crazy (only because he's a momentary inspiration, definitely)

popstar!reader who somehow got red hood to be her secret muse bodyguard (he's definitely not curious/interested) and follows her everywhere for safety

popstar!reader who somehow got red hood to be her secret muse bodyguard (he's definitely not curious/interested) and follows her everywhere for her album safety

popstar!reader who inevitably gets invited to a gala by the Wayne's and realized who Red Hood is (another story for another time)

popstar!reader who made songs about intimate details of their relationship, but no one knows of course!

fast forward, popstar!reader's albums taking off and they're seeing less and less of the vigilante. Spying him led to questionable scenes. Hearing the Red Hood sing a pop song with a small smile while cooking breakfast in an apartment littered with popstar!reader's albums and posters?

i'm sorry for yapping too much but oh seeing Red Hood being so domestic while popstar!reader is taking a break after tour (taking a leave as vigilante and living the life as a house-boyfriend)

Oh my God, yes! Do not apologize for the yapping, I love the yapping!!! I can totally see this.

I think it would be especially funny if he was trying to keep it quiet, but his family one day heard him humming a tune and recognized it. Because of course a new album meant the top 100 had at least 4 of your new songs on it, some of which, he'd helped with.

Or at least had given some moral support, reading as you sat at a piano for hours on end playing variations of the same notes in different orders.

And Jason claimed to hate the kind upbeat music you sang, sticking to classic rock instead because it fit his self-proclaimed edgy persona that everyone knew was fake but couldn't prove. So, when they hear him humming, it's instant teasing and mocking.

Which he denies over and over again, claiming he barely even heard your new album (when he vividly recalled you waking up in the middle of the night and rolling over to click on the light and scribble lyrics in the dark) and only had the song stuck in his head because of the radio.

That was a lie.

He had your posters as wall decor in his apartment, along with a few miscellaneous items of merch he wore around the house when it was just you and him. But even when he denies it, they still tease him. To the point Bruce asks if Jason wants tickets to a concert you're doing nearby.

It's been sold out but Bruce could get them. You'd been to their house before for a gala and even though Jason disappeared for the majority of it, Bruce had spoken with you a bit and you seemed lovely.

And Jason turns him down because he already plans to be back stage with you, but Bruce finds a way to buy them anyway for the rest of the family.

So, Jason is dragged along, just standing there trying not to hum along or tap his foot standing next to his obnoxiously loud siblings as you sing a few too many songs that mention the color red.

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(A/N— because the secret relationship trope is one of my all time favorites—)

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Dick and Tim weren't expecting much when they visited—broke into— Jason's apartment. Honestly, despite never being there (because frankly they thought he'd open fire for their trespassing) they had very low expectations for his living style.

After all, Jason was used to the bare minimum. Pretty much all of his past safe houses were almost empty, sans a place to sleep, research, and hide things.

When they got there, picking the window lock on the 5th floor of a nearly empty apartment building in a much shadier area of town, they were expecting the same thing they had always seen—take out containers, traps, a messy bed laying on the floor without a frame. Probably some rat traps and maybe a few threatening signs, telling them to get out.

Instead, they found a fully furnished apartment that smelled of... cinnamon? Vanilla? What was that smell? They weren't sure, but it was sweet.

The couch had matching cushions, the tv was on a stand instead of sitting on the ground, the kitchen actually had a basket of fruit on the counter instead of a trashcan filled with old Chinese food.

"This is ...weird," Tim muttered, swiping his hand over the countertop, expecting dust but finding it clean and smelling of lemon cleaning product. "Are you sure this is the right place?"

Dick nodded. "According to the most recent address we have," he replied, glancing around at the art on the wall and the blankets strewn over the couch. "I sure as hell hope it is. Otherwise we just broke into someone's apartment."

That would definitely be bad. Especially if Bruce found out.

Thankfully it was only a few seconds later that Jason walked out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes as he yawned. Which, to their relief proved that they had the correct address.

He stopped dead in his tracks, his hair still messy from sleep, his voice still gravely as he asked, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Uh...we needed your help," Tim answered, his eyes narrowing in confusion. "Did you just wake up?"

It certainly looked like it. After all, he was still in his sweatpants, no shirt in sight. It was after eleven am, though. They had assumed he would be up by now.

Jason heaved a sigh, crossing their path to start a pot of coffee. "And it couldn't have been a text message? Or a phone call?"

"Not really," Dick replied, watching his brother look through a drawer of coffee pods.

Since when did Jason drink anything other than straight black instant coffee that was probably three days old and freezing cold?

Tim, despite the mild befuddled expression, went on to elaborate about their visit. "Look we know you have the day off, but there's new information on the case with Penguin and Bruce said—"

"Jay?"

Tim stopped as he was interrupted, his eyebrows cinching as he turned his head to the voice of the sound.

You.

Your eyes were as wide, if not wider than theirs when you walked in, wearing far less than acceptable clothing in the form of a bra and shorts that were a smidge too tight.

"Who the hell..." Dick was already muttering, like a deer in headlights.

It took Jason all of two seconds to grab his favorite jacket, putting it over your shoulders to keep them from seeing any more of your skin than he found acceptable.

Even as you pulled it tightly to cover your attire, the jacket, which swallowed most of you, still hit your thighs. Their eyes cast down at your bare legs as you tugged his jacket lower awkwardly.

"Hey!" Jason snapped both figuratively and literally, his voice loud and his fingers waving in their faces. "Eyes up here."

"huh? Wh- sorry," Dick murmured, still confused as he motioned to you. "We weren't expecting uh... anyone else to be here..."

"Yeah, that makes four of us, I'm sure," you mumbled quietly, glancing over your shoulder at Jason who towered over you. "I'm just gonna...go get dressed."

He nodded, his hands still on your shoulders as he stood behind you. "Good idea."

Slowly backing away as his hands left your shoulders you waved weakly. "It was...nice meeting you," you remarked with an awkward nose scrunch, pointing over your shoulder. "I'll uh... I'll be in the bedroom."

As you left, the door shutting quickly and loudly, Dick and Tim could both see the look in their brother's eyes which simultaneously told them not to ask and to never ever say a word about you walking out in your pajamas like that.

"I guess we know where the throw pillows came from," Tim noted.

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Imagine if Jason Todd, who 6'2, easily over 240+ pounds, always equipped with enough weapons to scare anyone away, and is practically afraid of nothing, mentions something along the lines of his girlfriend being intimidating.

His brothers are asking if he wants to stay for a bit to catch up and he thanks them but leaves, saying something like: "I would, but I made my girl a promise and she's scary when she's mad."

Of course, he's not genuinely scared in any serious way. But he does clearly mean it whenever he tells them he has to go because he doesn't want to make you upset. You sometimes really did match his temper...and his pettiness.

You had once locked him out of the apartment and pushed so much stuff in front of the door (because of course he tried to pick the lock) that he couldn't get in until he called you from the hallway and apologized for breaking a promise.

His brothers know what it takes for someone like Jason to actually be worried about the consequences of his actions. They're pretty sure the last woman they remember him really being intimidated by was Artemis. For a very good reason.

But that begged the question, if it took someone like her—6'0, Amazonian woman, with a sword and no qualms about violence, to get to Jason...what did you look like?

They'd take bets, obviously. Maybe you had a history of violence too, maybe you were an expert with knives or something, maybe you were freakishly tall or had super strength to crush Jason when he upset you.

But no. No one ended up winning the bet because none of them had ever considered you being...normal?

Not just normal, but rather petite. And sweet. What a weird combination for someone Jason was dating.

They were sure you must have a fire breathing mutation or something that makes you scary. But your grip wasn't very strong when you shook their hand, you barely came up to their brother's ribcage standing next to him, you had a cute laugh and apparently no criminal record.

That was another shock. Who in Gotham hasn't been arrested? Rightfully or not. The only real violation they found was a parking ticket and it shouldn't have surprised them when you said you were four minutes past the allowed time to be in the space.

"So... you're just...normal, then?" Dick asked, skeptically.

You nodded just as confused. "I guess?" You answered, glancing at Jason.

"No secret past as an assassin or multiple personalities that might be violent?" Tim questioned. "What about super strength? Or talent with guns?"

"That's more Jason's thing," you responded. "I don't really like guns. I make him keep them locked up."

They stared at you, blinking in confusion.

"Do you Martial arts?" Damian asked. "Or like fire to an excessive amount that makes you fantasize about starting them or perhaps hurting others with hot tools like a cattle prod?"

You pursed your lips, huddling a bit closer to Jason, gazing back at them all with growing apprehension. "I don't really know how to respond to that," you admitted, eyes wide in a bit of disturbance. "ANY of that... actually."

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Thinking about the difference in how Jason loves someone intimately....

He was probably shy at first, worried you'd push him away or he'd hurt you by mistake because he couldn't control how much he weighed or how hard he gripped your hip. And it took a while for him to realize that he wouldn't actually hurt you.

Even if he did leave a few little bruises on your side, you'd cherish them rather than get upset or afraid.

Then, once he really internalized you weren't scared of his strength or put off by his scars and the affection he had, he got more passionate. He'd be quick, sloppy, leaving kisses everywhere, moving from your neck to shoulder, collarbone and chest because he just couldn't decide where. He held on tight like you'd slip away, rushing to bring you pleasure since he wanted to hear the little squeaks, sighs, and moans you made.

He'd be intense and spontaneous. Quick, fueled by drive and lust.

But after long enough, he'd slow down. A lot.

Because as much as he used to rush from place to place, desperate for as much of you as possible, he begins to understand that he doesn't need to.

He can have all of you for far longer. He can place slow, deliberate kisses. He can flip you over and trace your back for a while until you start getting desperate. He can take breaks, grab you a glass of water and spend the entire night loving you until you physically can't stand without his assistance.

And instead of feeling worried or ashamed when he sees the subtle limp two days later, he gets a smile. Because he knows he loves properly and that's something he gets to be proud of, not afraid of.

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can I request Damian x reader but reader is like the opposite she’s clumsy and messy (NOT DIRTY SHES JUST NOT REALLY ORGANIZED) and at first Damian is like no way I could ever like someone like that but then he’s like oh shit I think I like her you don’t have to do it but it was just an idea

(A/N- This has been sitting in my drafts for a bit because people are STILL calling me racist, so I've seriously considered wiping Damian from my page completely. But I love him as a character way too much to do that, so here we are!) (Requests are open again, btw!)

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Despite being rather pretentious because of his upbringing, I think anytime Damian Wayne is assigned to do a group project, he'd want to go to someone else's house. They usually live in squalor (Middle class) but he deals with it for a few hours because it beats having his classmates fawning over his older brother's or asking his dad if he really used to date Harvey Dent or if that's just a rumor.

Usually, despite the condition of the house (Aka having a dish rack on the counter.) the room they'd work in was pretty clean. But you? Oh, no, no, no. He almost had a heart attack when he saw the state of catastrophe your study room was in.

Books on the ground instead of on the shelves, chair pulled out from the desk instead of tucked in, tons of sticky notes scattered on the walls and reminders pinned up. No one could have that short of a memory, could they? You seemed to.

The number of loose papers on the desk, the open notebooks with illegible writing, fidget toys to relieve stress or increase your focus, cups from when you needed coffee for a late-night study session that hadn't made it all the way to the dishwasher yet. (But it was on the sticky note! Right under the reminder to check your email.

Was that a thing people needed to remember to do?

He was utterly perplexed by the chaos you seemed so comfortable in. What he found most odd though, was how you never made any effort to fix it. He had been to your house three times thus far, trying to make a dent in the project that would take at least another week and each time, your room was the same. He even offered to help you organize (For his own sanity) but you turned him down, claiming you liked it how it was.

"How could anyone possibly like studying like this?" he questioned.

You shrugged. "I find having a pristine desk makes me uncomfortable, like I'm not actually doing work in a space I can relax in," you explained. "Plus, research shows environments like this increase brain productivity."

Damian wasn't sure if he believed that for a single second. But you clearly seemed to.

"But it's so messy," he muttered, motioning to your desk, so covered in God knows what that he couldn't even see what color the wood was.

"It's disorganized, not messy," you retorted. "And I know where everything is. Pencil sharper is by the white out because I use both rarely, erasers are where all the pencils are because I stab the led into them when I'm bored, highlighters are the ruler, which is.... under the syllabus I printed at the start of the year."

You pointed at everything as you said it and he slowly came to the realization that you weren't lying when you said you weren't messy. You kind of, in some weird way, had a system that worked.

Still, it felt uncomfortable for him. For a while. He'd watch you chew on your pencil and reach for tape that came from he didn't even know where, seemingly materializing things out of thin air. You barely even sat in the chair, he realized. He was always the one sitting in it, watching you sit or lay on the floor.

The only time Damian was ever on the floor was when Titus knocked him down or he got beat by his brothers during sparring. (Not that it ever happened..psh, no, don't be absurd.)

He slowly got a bit more accustomed to your room, even starting to find a bit of comfort whenever he stepped into it. It was welcoming, in a way, he'd come to think. When had that happened?

"Aren't you supposed to leave by eight?" you asked him, stretching your arms over your head as you sat on the floor across from him.

Damian frowned, looking at the time. He realized it was already 7:55. Had it already been four hours? It seemed like he just sat down on your rug, which, was surprisingly comfortable.

He hated to admit how much more productive he felt sitting on the floor than at a desk. "Uh, yes, right," he nodded, standing up and stretching as well. "I think we can probably get this finished by Tuesday," he added, feeling a weird pang of disappointment by the thought.

You nodded. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow at four, then," you told him, watching as he packed up his books neatly, the pages fitting back in the nice folder perfectly. "Unless you wanna stay," you suddenly found yourself offering. "For dinner, I mean. If...if you want to. No pressure."

Damian paused, caught off guard by invitation. He stared at you for a few minutes, lips parting but words not leaving his mouth. Dinner? That was probably going to last at least an hour or two. Longer if your parents were the kind to serve dessert or chat a lot. He might not get home until ten or later.

"Sure," he agreed abruptly, though logically he knew he should refuse. He was supposed to be asleep by nine so he could get some rest before patrol. "I'd love to stay for dinner," he remarked, setting his bag back down for what wasn't one or two hours like planned, but four and a half.

How he would explain getting home past midnight to his father, he wasn't sure yet. But he'd find a reasonable excuse. After all, his dad was the one who told him to find normal friends and he was just doing what he asked.

...You were just his friend, right?

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HEYY I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH AND I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE THE BATBOYS 🫶🫶 I was wondering could you write how they would react to dating a first responder (eg/ firefighter) I genuinely cant stop thinking about it haha :) but feel free to ignore this and I hope you have a good day/night wherever you are and remember to drink/eat and take care of yourself 🫶

I love this idea too!!! Sort of reminds me of Daredevil with Claire for some reason? (I only got 2 of them done, but I have ideas for the others if anyone is interested)

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Bruce: Meets you at GCPD fundraiser that he had planned to only attend for a few minutes, for the media, per Alfred's request before bumping into you very briefly when you both reached for the last glass of champagne off a server's tray. He lets you have it, of course, and later in the evening, Jim Gordon officially introduces you as his new partner that recently transferred from Blüdhaven.

He spoke with you briefly every once in a while during the rest of the night, asking questions about where you were raised and how long you've been a cop. He finds out it's because your dad was one and he always wanted a son, but got stuck with you instead. Then, embarrasses himself by accidentally letting: "I think you would be an interesting person to be stuck with." Slip from his lips.

Thankfully, you didn't take the comment to seriously.

Since then, he began seeing you at most of the crime scenes he was at, even though you and Jim never noticed him. He also meets you on the room, with Jim, who tells him he can trust you, which he already does because he looked into you— your perfect scores at the academy, flawless arrest record, plus your father's amazing history and numerous medals he got before retiring.

You were almost too clean, but he quickly realized it wasn't an act, you were just a truly kind-hearted cop. Which, for Gotham, was rare. He would find himself showing up to more GCPD events than usual, hoping to talk to you and sometimes flirting a bit. Lightly, though, so you weren't pressured to reciprocate.

You did, though, occasionally.

Additionally, you were stupidly smart. So, when there was a hostage situation and you two were locked in warehouse with a ton of civilians and he, as Batman, said: "You're not a bad person to be stuck with." you immediately remembered something Bruce said that was extremely similar.

Once the situation was over and everyone was safe, he went to leave, like usual, but you tugged on his cape, pulling him back. "Where do you think you're going?"

He just muttered: "I have somewhere to be." Which was an absolute lie, but usually worked on most people.

"Not without giving me some answers first," You had replied, finally letting go of his cape. "I knew there was something familiar about you. I just didn't expect a billionaire in a cushy house fighting crime."

And Alfred called it, of course. He knew you were getting suspicious with how often Bruce asked you for random favors and all the times you dropped by because you connected something back to him.

His kids, especially Dick, just cackled. Loudly. They thought it was utterly hilarious that you had figured it out by yourself.

But his embarrassment didn't last long because shortly after you discovered his secret, the two of you started dating. And to say he was happy was an understatement. He was in bliss, in a way he never thought he could have with a partner.

You understood the odd hours, his random disappearances, his obsessive nature over a case. You were the same way. The number of dinner dates that had ended when you got called or the GCPD radio he was hacked into went off, causing you both to leave the restaurant together and meet back at the crime scene in your own respective uniforms was uncountable.

The only thing he didn't like, was seeing you get hurt. You could take care of yourself, he knew, but he still sometimes worried. Okay, a lot. The only time it ever mattered was when you got grazed with a bullet and he felt his world come crumbling for the split second it took him to get to you and find out you were alright.

There were little moments he loved though, that balance out the worry. Like when you sit in his lap as he goes over a case, chewing on a pencil and offering suggestions. Or when he got to take you to more GCPD events and lean on your arm instead of trying to steal your attention from other benefactors.

He still flirted, of course. Frequently.

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Dick: Meets you when he gets his ass handed to him on patrol. How he ended up on the sidewalk, he wasn't sure. It was a routine patrol, a few muggers, some petty thief's, a couple drug dealers. Then, out of nowhere he'd gotten attacked by some of Black Masks men, who, apparently trying to send a message.

He got it. In the form of multiple broken ribs, a busted lip, and a stab wound in his abdomen, where he was bleeding from as he fell off a roof. That definitely wasn't good for his head.

You were walking home from work when you came across him, unconscious and bleeding. Of course you knew who he was, you wouldn't have ever dared taking him back to your apartment if you didn't.

That was a challenge, admittedly. He was lean, but heavy. You managed though, after putting your jacket under his head to make him easier to drag by the foot. Thank God you lived on the first floor.

When Dick woke up, he was startled and in pain, in a place he had never been. Then, he saw you, sitting on the floor with a towel, wiping the blood away from some cuts on his arm that had the torn through his costume.

"Where am I?" he asks, sitting up on the couch and getting woozy. He was high off his ass on the pain killers you gave him. "Did I die? Is that why a pretty girl/boy is taking of me?"

You shook your head and pushed him back down. "You're not dead," you told him. "I'm trying to fix some of your injuries. Stay still."

He listened, partially because he was in pain and partially because he was compliant from the medication. "You're pretty," he mumbled as you cleaned his wounds.

"Uh huh." You ignored his words, until he fell asleep and slept for sixteen hours.

When he woke up, he said the same thing...sort of.

"It wasn't a dream?" Dick muttered rubbing his head, looking around, focusing on you. "You really are that gorgeous, I wasn't imagining it?"

Smooth, you had to admit. You gave him breakfast, answered a few questions, like how long he'd been asleep and where he was, then said he could stay a bit longer if he wasn't feeling completely better, but you had to get to work.

"I'm an EMT," you told him, putting your jacket on. "How else would I have been able to treat your copious injuries."

He scoffed at that, but secretly liked the quip. When you got back, he was gone and you assumed that was the last you'd see of him aside from in the newspaper, but no, he showed up at your door a couple of days later with torn stiches and new injuries.

Not to mention a puppy dog face you couldn't say no to.

It became typical to find him at your door late at night or in the early morning. Hell, sometimes he would already be in your apartment, looking for some pain killers and when you started shouting at him about how he scared you and you thought he was an intruder he just smirked a bit, telling you: "You should get more locks. You live on the first floor, they're dangerous."

This goes on for a few months, until one night he comes to you in such bad shape you seriously don't think he'll live through the night and you stay up for nineteen hours, worried sick as he rests, checking his pulse going back and forth wondering if you should take him to a hospital, like you knew you should, or if if you should respect his wishes and keep him here.

Eventually, you just let him stay. He was in no condition to be moved, anyway.

It was three am, when he finally woke up and you were sitting in a chair next to him, wrapped in a blanket, trying not to fall asleep. He grumbled something about pain and you couldn't tell if you were relieved or wanted to kill him yourself for scaring you so badly.

You were just so glad he was alive, you didn't even realize what you were doing when you surged forward and kissed him, cupping both of his cheeks with your warm hands.

When you pull back, your actions finally hitting you, you freeze, waiting for a response.

Dick just coughs in a bit of pain, groaning as his hand finds yours, squeezing it as tight as he could. "If I knew all I had to do to get you to kiss me was nearly dying, I would have let Deathstroke stab me months ago."

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Master List

Jason Todd

Dick Grayson

Tim Drake

Damian Wayne

Bruce Wayne

Clark Kent

Roy Harper

Mutli

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Roy Harper

Dad Roy x Lian's nanny

Lian has to approve of you

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Multi

Would the Bat boys date someone older or younger?

How many kids do they want? How many do they actually end up with?

How the batboys would react to you labeling them as your property.

Referring to him as your boyfriend

Bat boys as cats

Dress up

You turn into a cat

Worst habits

Their reactions to your depression

How long does it take them to get engaged and married?

Dating app

Feeding from you

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Tim Drake

Would the Bat boys date someone older or younger?

Referring to him as your boyfriend

dress up

You're depressed

How long does it take them to get engaged and married?

Feeding from you

Control freak

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Damian Wayne

Would the Bat boys date someone older or younger?

How many kids do they want? How many do they actually end up with?

Referring to him as your boyfriend

Cat Damian

Damian as a dad

dress up

Grumpy x Insecure Sunshine

You turn into a cat

You're depressed

How long does it take them to get engaged and married?

Feeding from you

Henna

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Clark Kent

Single dad x daughter's roommate

New neighbor

Hickeys

Missed opportunities

dress up

Covering your mouth

Staying quiet

Scared to hurt you

Alien Traits

Dating app

Jealous best friend

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Bruce Wayne

Would the Bat boys date someone older or younger?

How the batboys would react to you labeling them as your property.

Referring to him as your boyfriend

Flirty Partner

Younger girlfriend

Cat Bruce

dress up

You turn into a cat

You're depressed

Control freak

Worst Habit

How long does it take them to get engaged and married?

Dating app

Inexperienced reader

Feeding from you

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Dick Grayson

Would the Bat boys date someone older or younger?

How many kids do they want? How many do they actually end up with?

How the batboys would react to you labeling them as your property.

Asking you to move in

Referring to him as your boyfriend

Flirty Partner

Cat Dick

Dilf with dadbod

dress up

Vampire feeding

You turn into a cat

You're depressed

His dog meets your cat

Worst Habit

How long does it take them to get engaged and married?

Feeding from you

Dick x Insecure reader

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Jason Todd

Haven't I given enough?

Would the Bat boys date someone older or younger?

How many kids do they want? How many do they actually end up with?

How the batboys would react to you labeling them as your property.

Referring to him as your boyfriend

Flirty partner

Cat Jason

Hard Day

Jason x Fem mechanic

Gala with secret girlfriend

His birthday

Protecting his peace

Hiding his girlfriend from his family

Hiding his girlfriend from his family pt.2

Bubble Baths

Jason x Empath

Gentle love

dress up

Club owner Jason x employee

You turn into a cat

You're depressed

He hates wearing his glasses

Panic attack

His apartment is empty

Tender intimacy

Praise Kink

Worst Habit

He needs control

Your parents adore him

How long does it take them to get engaged and married?

He likes your pulse

Restless sleeper

Feeding from you

Mistrust

Jason x Southern Bell reader

Give and Take

Unlovable to everyone but him

Useful

Saving his partner during a crisis

Coming back from patrol

Boxer Jason x owners' daughter

He can't get sick

He's insecure

Jason x burnt out student

Your attire is always perfect

His family doesn't believe he has a wife and daughter

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(A/N, I know this is absolutely stretching it, but a lot of you like the secret relationship trope as much as me and I can't get this idea out of my head so...)

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Jason Todd who, despite fixing his relationship with his family to an extent, still maintains distance from them. He remains amicable, showing up when asked, never straying terribly far and always still including himself whenever someone mentions the 'family'.

But...he's still a bit of a loner around them, not always entirely honest all the time. He doesn't stick around very long unless asked and will make up obvious lies to get out of things he doesn't want to do. One of the ways he does this, is by claiming to have a date.

Yes, it was ridiculous to them. If he really wanted to get away from them, he could just say that. But hey, it was his life. And it was hilarious to see the lengths he would go to.

Unbeknownst to him, you were entirely real.

At first Jason worried that they would pry for more information, maybe insist on meeting you or try to run a background check. Bruce had done that on multiple girls Dick went out with and even made a file on Bernard when Tim got involved with him. He never mentioned your last name, usually calling you his girlfriend, or some nickname his had for you, in hopes of them keeping their distance. And they did.

He didn't realize it was because they didn't actually believe him when he said he was in a relationship. He never really gloated about it much, but he never hid it, either. He'd mention you moving in, mention you were working late so he could stay for dinner, or say you were sick so he had to leave early.

To them, it was all one elaborate lie that kept him away from the family.

Even when he introduced Alfred to you, legitimizing you in the butlers eyes, everyone just groaned, telling the man not to encourage Jason's charade.

When Jason said he had to leave patrol early because he planned to propose to you, they found it even funnier, honestly. He was really keeping up with this lie. It had lasted years. Sometimes, for months he didn't mention you, but then he'd casually say he got married to really cement that he was still putting up that wall between him and the family.

He even had very convenient reasons for all the things that didn't add up, like why he never wore a wedding ring (Which he would surely have if he had actually gotten married) or why he never went on a honeymoon (Which no one could live without, right?)

Truthfully, you didn't care about that, as long as he kept coming home in one piece with minimal bleeding. As for the ring? Well, he only wore it at home, otherwise he kept it on a chain under his suit.

At one point, he even claimed you were pregnant.

That one? That was a lie filled with meat to rip off the bone. Doctor appointments and sudden emergencies let him excuse himself from any meeting he didn't want to attend or leave early and come late for practically anything.

He would even purposely read baby books or pretend to be on the phone with you when he didn't want to talk to them or engage in conversation at hand/pay attention to a briefing.

In the middle of patrol he had disappeared, claiming you were in labor, when really, they just thought he wanted to go home and sleep. He had been acting awfully exhausted lately. He claimed it was from taking care of you.

Then, after that night, he oddly enough dropped all contact for a while. A long while, actually. No red hood activity, no returning phone calls, no one had heard from him. Except for Alfred who came over to bring you a care package and Roy who was there to see his goddaughter the second she came home from the hospital.

It was nearly two months later that they finally heard from him, after starting to truly worry. He had dropped off the map before when he got the urge to be alone, but never for this long. Now suddenly he was inviting the entire family over for dinner at his apartment?

He had NEVER in his life done that. Hell, they didn't even know where he lived. Probably because they would show up unannounced and he didn't want to deal with them sleeping on his couch.

Still, regardless of their hesitation they showed up.

Imagine their surprise when he opened the door and just past his shoulder they could see you, sitting on the floor, having tummy time with newborn baby girl who couldn't stop laughing.

Their eyes were wide, they couldn't stop staring, barely even moving.

Bruce probably seemed the most shocked. He was a grandfather after all and had not only missed his granddaughter's birth, but didn't even know he had a daughter-in-law.

The ring on Jason's finger was suddenly quite prominent, as was the matching one on your hand as you picked up the baby and carried her over to them, introducing yourself.

You had apparently heard a lot about them.

They had heard...well, enough about you that they shouldn't be surprised when you fit the exact description of who they thought had been Jason's imaginary escape wife for over two years.

It all came out in that moment and both Jason and your eyes were reflecting the same confusion and disbelief as they confessed to not believing you or the baby existed.

"You...thought I made up having a wife?" he repeated slowly, frowning as his arm wrapped around your waist. "AND I lied about her having a baby?"

He had always wondered why none of them seemed to really even care about the fact that they were going to be aunts and uncles. Bruce had barely even congratulated him at all, which stung a bit, but he brushed it off.

"Well...yeah?" Tim confessed, motioning to him. "It's you! You don't even like people."

Who would ever associate Jason Todd with domestic life? No one.

He shook his head in utter disbelief. "Unbelievable," he muttered, turning to you as you started to laugh uncontrollably. "What? You find that funny?"

You nodded, trying to stop chuckling. "It's so absurd," you chortled, your laugh making the baby coo in your arms. "And I get it, I do," you admitted. "You're all tough and brooding. Not exactly father material."

He frowned further. He liked to think he had been doing a pretty good job. Maybe not perfect, but he was trying his best for both of you.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, offended, taking the baby from you. "I know I'm not a professional or anything, I haven't dropped her yet."

Emphasis on the yet.

"Of course not," you agreed, kissing the baby's head and then his cheek. "You're a very father. Even if the baby isn't real," you added with another huff of amusement, running your hands through his hair as you walked past him into the kitchen. "Put her down for her nap, would you? I want to check on dinner."

He gave another confused, inquisitive glare to his family, especially his father before nodding. "Make yourselves at home," he muttered, still confused. "I'm going to put my fake daughter down in her fake nursery," he told them before walking off.

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I love the secret gf stuff with Jason so much juat in general but you write it so incredibly well! It’s such a pleasure to read. Do u have any ideas or hcs about how the Batfam eventually finds out? My personal fav I’ve seen is Babs seeing a photo reader uploaded of Jason to their private ig that Babs somehow found anyways. Do you have a fav iteration of this theme or anything more like it?

I feel like the info hits one of them and spreads like an incredulous wildfire. (Ie. Once someone says something NO ONE believes them.) I think it would be most realistic if Roy slipped up to Dick, given he's in the Titans (yay for the recent issues) and Jay's close friend.

I think Roy would have 100% met you before and maybe even repeatedly to the point you have each other's phone numbers and the three of you occasionally go out for drinks, which is literally just him third wheeling while you sit in Jason's lap.

Needless to say, you're all close. And he's sworn to secrecy. Which he keeps up, for the most part.

Until he's on a stakeout with Dick and realizes it's where you and Jason were going for dinner... Cue confusion.

"Oh, shit, that's where Jay's date is..." He would mumble without even realizing it, more worried about the fact that the place might get blown up than about who was standing next to him.

Dick of course heard him and turned in disbelief. "Jason's what?!" He exclaimed. "He has a date?" Jason never went on dates. Ever. They had all tried a dozen times to get him to go out and he never did.

Roy quickly realized his mistake and (poorly) attempted to rectify it. "No. Of course not! Why would you think he's got a girlfriend? He has no game."

Dick's eyes widened. "I didn't say girlfriend, I said date because you said date. He's got a girlfriend?" He wasn't sure if he should be happy for his brother or try to kill him for hiding it. "Who is she? For how long?"

He'd instantly start trying to comb through his memories to find any signs he could have missed or start making assumptions about you based on his brother's type.

Roy promptly shuts the hell up and says nothing else. Dick, however, says plenty.

He tells the entire family, obviously.

And no one believes him.

He's a jokester and they think it's some elaborate stunt to get back at Jason for pissing him off. It takes weeks before any of them finally believe it and it's only because they start looking at Jason through the lens of someone with a significant other—something they never really considered.

He's always been a bit distant so no one ever considered that when he disappeared after a mission before check in he was actually calling you to make sure you knew he was safe. They notice the slight smell of something nicer lingering on him than his usual soap, because you liked it and he loved you. They realize the slightest discrepancy in his behavior in the field, how he's a bit more cautious and restrained because he doesn't want to risk getting hurt and facing your sad eyes.

Alfred, of course, knows. He's the one Jason always goes to for advice.

That's when the truth finally came out and Dick was believed. Jason had, like usual, gone to Alfred for advice, this time about the idea of proposing. He wanted to know if he thought it was the right time and of course Alfred told him if he was considering it to the point of asking for an opinion, then it was already a thought imbedded too deeply to push away.

A few weeks later, he was showing Alfred the ring when Damian, hungry for a snack after school walked into the kitchen and saw it. He then, promptly and politely excused himself from the room before loudly screaming "Grayson was right!" Through the whole house.

Jason just groaned, trying to escape before the endless questions could start. Not that it worked. They had him cornered in minutes and Dick looked like he had finally been validated.

"Who told you? Was it Roy?" He demanded, already envisioning ways to kill him.

"The better question is why didn't you?" He retorted. "We're supposed to know these sorts of things. Don't you think we'd be happy for you?"

That had nothing to do with it. He knew they would love you. They were just...a lot. A lot of trauma, a lot of darkness, a lot of danger. He already hated putting you in danger by association to him, he couldn't imagine what could happen if you got embedded in the entire family.

"I just- you're all are a bit hectic you know? She's not like us. I don't want her around all the trouble." And the endless embarrassing stories that his siblings could tell...but that was besides the point. "I want her to be safe and happy and...I didn't want to risk either by introducing her to you guys."

...

That...was the remarkabley sweet of him.

"I still need to meet her," Bruce would insist firmly.