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Listen to me. Change the narrative. Keep writing your own story. You got this. Just keep going.

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the struggle of deciding if i’d rather hang out with Bruce “when i was your age..” Wayne or Dick “well, in the circus..” Grayson

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red hood more like red pls-ride-me hood

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𝙸 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞, 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙰𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢

Chapter One

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

Well, good thing times had changed, because if Jason had to choose a wife from the people he knew, he’d be dead. A second time.

None of the Batfamily were at all viable options; Cass maybe came closest, but he’d probably pass out on all the karaoke dates Steph was sure to drag him on. Out of the Outlaws, Kori was far too optimistic for real life, and Artemis, well, he’d already messed up with her enough. There wasn’t anyone outside of vigilante work that he knew well enough to even consider briefly—to put it gently, Jason wasn’t exactly the best at making friends. He could probably marry Roy, but then that wouldn’t be a wife, right? Or maybe a malewife counted? 

Whatever. It wasn’t like he had to marry anyone just cause Austen said so. And even if he did, at least no one could be worse than her. 

Her, erroneously labeled “Charmer”, in her all bright, bubbly glory. All that sparkly white kevlar and disgusting optimism and playful dalliance and—well, he didn’t actually know what she looked like under that eye-searingly pink mask she always wore, but he bet she would be knockout gorgeous just to piss him off, too. 

Oh, what an absolute pain. Apparently fate was simply determined that anyone by the name Jason Todd could never catch a single break. As if dying wasn’t already enough. 

He’d known from the moment she sauntered into Arkham Asylum with a glossy smile and a swing of her hips that she would be the end of him. The second one, anyway. If he wasn’t stupid as well as foolhardy, Jason would have said he’d take a couple bullets instead of spend another minute in her presence.

Yeah.

Batman had brought her on the case for her…emotional prowess at dealing with interrogations, since the latest addition to the Rogues Gallery at the time had been a new unknown villain named The Sphinx. As if Jason wasn’t good at getting information out of criminals? He smelled B.S. 

���You don’t have any technique for it,” Bruce had explained flatly, eyes on the monitor screen in front of him.

“Sure I do,” Jason had retorted with crossed arms. “I implement the technique of punching until they talk, or don’t have teeth left.” 

His mentor figure had grunted in response. 

At least that was over and done with. It’d been a couple months ago, and now that Sphinx whoever was safely in the Arkham Asylum (not that anyone ever stayed there long), Charmer was well out of the picture and he finally regained whatever shred of peace he had in his pastiche of a second life. 

It wasn’t much, but Jason knew just how hideously life could treat him firsthand. For now, he’d be content with the crappy patch up job he’d received. 

At any rate, if you looked at things the way Steph might—optimistically, that was—things weren’t all bad. The Joker had been dormant for some time, Charmer was gone, and he could focus back on college just the way he wanted to for his sophomore year.

Which brought him to the current scenario—sitting in a chair less comfortable than family dinners at Wayne Manor, attending a seminar on 19th Century British Literature, idly spinning a pen through his fingers as the professor rambled on and on about Elizabeth Bennet’s romantic appeal. 

“Despite her flaws and oddities, as being a female bookworm of the times must have been, Lizzie still manages to snag the most eligible bachelor in Hertfordshire. See, one of Austen’s most radical ideas at this point of the century is that everyone can find love.”

Clack.

His pen hit the ground, and Jason swore as quietly as he could. Was this scholar an idiot, or what? And now he couldn’t even reach his pen. 

Grunting, Jason lurched forward in his precarious plastic seat, giving up on his aims when somebody down the row shot him a questionable look. What was he supposed to do now? He needed to take notes, and that was his sole writing utensil. Swallowing his ego, he bit back a groan and tapped on the student before him. 

She turned, a pretty Asian girl in a cream beige sweater and a ribbon up her hair, and Jason’s mouth dried up.

This was worse than having to go on patrol when Mr. Freeze was around.

“Is this yours?” 

She smiled, lips glossy, offering the pen to him with an open palm, and for a moment Jason wondered if life was going to give him a break for once and let him have something good—something normal. Not that she was anything normal, seeing as most girls who looked like they’d stepped out of a magazine for successful trust fund babies fresh out of private school didn’t give a second glance to guys like him, but still. Relationships were normal even for vigilantes, as long as you weren’t someone like him—someone cursed to only ever kiss people he punched or punch people he kissed. 

This was his chance to prove that he was indeed not the member of the Batfamily who pulled the least. 

But obviously life wasn’t going to let him do that.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, causing the girl to instantly snap back to attention lest the professor pointed them out, and Jason cursed under his breath at the notification.

Really, B? Now?

He squinted at the screen, calloused fingers fumbling with the lockscreen login. Did every father figure enjoy interrupting at the worst possible moments? 

Then the message appeared, and all thoughts of normal flew out the door. 

‘Sphinx is missing. Come to Batcave. Now.’

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just wondering if this would be a cute wip 🤭

𝙸 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞, 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙰𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢

“I must learn to be content with being happier than I deserve” ~Jane Austen

There are three things vigilante Jason Todd hates most in the world: crowbars, people dog-earing his first edition copy of Pride and Prejudice, and Charmer, the newbie vigilante Bruce has brought on to interrogate a recent addition to the Rogues Gallery. 

There are three things budding law student Kylie Wang loves most in the world: books, her grumpy orange tabby cat named Crookshanks, and not having to deal with Red Hood, the acerbic vigilante who works under Batman and seems to have it out for her.  

Unfortunately, both of them might be forced to confront their individual distastes when they inevitably cross paths at Gotham University and fall for each other over a certain Jane Austen book, all the while attempting to keep up the facade of hatred on the rooftops and under the masks.

When you’re students by daylight and vigilantes by night, who has time for love?

secret identities / college au / enemies to lovers / pride and prejudice based / meetcute / jason needs some love

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y/n: jason and i don't use pet names.

dick: oh come on. what do bees make?

y/n: honey.

*silence*

y/n: haha, see, told you so idiot--

jason *from next room*: yes, princess?

y/n: ...

dick: ...

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"i have lots of friends," she replied, petulant, the corner of her lips sloping downwards in aggreivement.

"really?" his eyes flashed with a silent challenge. "and are you anyone's first choice?"

a beat. "my cat's, i suppose." another second of silence, thick and heavy. "my dog likes my dad better."

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Dick : So, how did you two end up married?

Y/n : He made a tactical error.

Jason : That's not a nice way to say I fell inlove with you.

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don't need a white knight, don't need an evil villain,,,

just kinda want that in-btwn anti-hero with rly questionable morals, a tragic backstory, and a showerstorm of angst

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i can fix him (no rly i can) is so jason todd coded idk how to explain it

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y/n: hey why are you sitting out here all by yourself?

jason: did you hear them complaining about me inside? who wants to be around such assholes?

y/n: ...i think they were annoyed because you made bruce cry at his own gala.

jason: i made one joke about my death—

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if jason todd's url is not deadpoetssociety i dont know whose is

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i don't know how to describe it but mommy issues is 'i am not enough' and daddy issues is 'i was too much' and yeah that's all