#Jason Todd angst

[ihrthoney]

you know me

pairings: arkham knight!jason todd x f!reader

warnings: fluff! some mentions of what happened to him in the asylum

word count: 1.9k

an: i hope you guys like it 😅 part 1

Jason had told you he would disappear for a few days, he said he would explain when he came back and until then to quit your job and not leave your house. Before leaving, he gave you a device and told you he would beep it three times to signal you that he was outside of your apartment. 

The night he held you was the only time he had let you so close to him. When you parted to wash your face, he made it clear he wanted to keep a distance between you two. Whenever you walked towards him he would take a step backwards, it stung but you can understand why, the mark on his face was a sign that whatever happened to him was bad. 

The last thing he told you before returning to the shadows was to start packing. Your mind told you he wasn’t the same and that you should be asking questions instead of blindly following him. Yet, the only thing you’ve ever wanted for the past few years was him. Nothing was going to stop you from following him, not even him. 

-

Meanwhile, Jason was at a loss on what to do. Seeing you brought back fond and awful memories. His memory was tainted with the bad things that have happened to him, his childhood, the in-between and the after. But you, you were like a firefly in the quiet meadow, a temporary relief before the world burned around him.

He had been questioning what he should do with you, where his feelings for you still lie. As of right now, he just wants to keep you safe. There’s a battle in his mind, he can’t decide whether he’s happy that you stayed and waited for him or if he should call you foolish for not getting out of Gotham, for putting yourself in danger. The former thought is winning, his heart thumps at the thought of still being remembered as Jason and not the failed robin.

Memories of your time together flash in his mind as he makes his way back to your place; he recognizes the apartment, it’s the one you two planned to move into. You were the one thing he wouldn’t let anyone touch, not then and definitely not now. He can’t ever be the person you so wholly loved but he wants to be someone you can learn to love. 

There are a lot of risks with that, you’d be a constant target, he’d have to either go with you anytime you went in public or simply have whatever you wanted delivered by someone else. The life you had before will be no more, he’s selfish but he hopes you don’t mind.

-

It’s about 3am in the morning when you hear the device beep, you respond back with the code he gave you then go to your window to open it for him (you have a feeling he could open it just fine.)

The night he was in your apartment, he was in all black clothes, now he’s in front of you covered head to toe in thick armor. The suit makes your window seem so fragile, the living room looks much smaller too. 

He clicks his helmet off and gently sets it on the floor, “Are you ready to go?” You can’t tell whether it’s a question or a statement but by the way he’s looking at you, you’re going to guess he’s telling you. 

“Am I allowed to ask where?” He follows you as you check the place for any belongings you may have missed, his heavy footsteps follow you, even in the armor he’s quiet. “A safehouse. Somewhere outside of the city.” After making your rounds, sad you two couldn’t occupy the space, you turn to face him, “Will you be there too?”

The question catches him off-guard, unused to being thought of. Despite the hardness to his eyes, how tense his posture is, the way he speaks to you was like before, gentle and soft. Under all the pain, he was a sweet boy.

To you, he will always be your sweet boy.

“Of course.”

-

Given the time, you fell asleep in the car, waking up in your bed but a different room. It takes a bit to remember the events that have happened. Moving the blankets off of you, you make your way around the safehouse. The layout is similar to your old apartment, it’s comforting but makes you question how he was able to find a place with the same format. 

A click of a door makes you turn and you see Jason in the clothes you saw him in the night he visited you, “I got you some food, we should talk.” 

He places down multiple containers with different food’s inside and a large cup of coffee from your favorite cafe. He remembered. Jason makes his way to sit across from you, a breakfast serving only for one so you ask to which he replies that he already ate. 

Still, like before, you offer him a plate of a little bit of everything in case he’s hungry again or lying about his eating habits. You’re careful to not treat him like nothing happened but not as a stranger either, it’s a strange middle you’re still trying to understand.

“We’ll talk after you eat.” He doesn’t touch the food you offered him but you hope the thought reaches him all the same. There’s a part of you that hopes your boyfriend is still there considering that you were tucked in bed in a new change of clothes, but he keeps you more than an arm’s length away. 

It should be uncomfortable, the way he watches you eat, the man before you is bigger, face sharper, still handsome. His eyes never left you even as you moved to put any leftovers away. Grabbing him a glass of water, you sat in front of him once again. 

“What would you like to know first?” As quick as the movement was, you saw the way his gaze flickered to the side then back up, “Anything you’re comfortable with telling me.”

The ache in his chest comes back, you were his sweetness, you still are and it hurts him to be near you. You were all he dreamed about, amongst other things, when he was trapped in that wing. Words can't explain how relieved he was that the Joker could not touch you or taint your image, you were so dear to him. 

“I followed.. him.. to Arkham’s Asylum, specifically an abandoned wing.” His beautiful eyes no longer looked into your own, instead focusing on the way your fingers fidget, “For almost two years I was tortured.. tied to a chair, hung up by the arms.. I know you saw the scar. There are things I don’t think I’ll ever be able to say out loud… I just wanted him to kill me.”

There’s a pause before he continues, “For months I waited for Batman, I refused to believe he forgot about me, that he replaced me but when I saw that picture.” Silence envelopes the room, it’s thick and he doesn’t say anything for a while, you also knew better than to say anything about how bad Batman’s grief actually was.

Your hand moves to hold his, to comfort him in any way but you’re afraid to push him into silence, but your hesitation is for naught as he grabs your hand and interlinks your fingers together, quietly he says, “I dreamt of you.” The words make you move your gaze from your intertwined hands to his eyes. 

“I missed you so much, yn.” His voice cracks and he looks away, Jason tries to pull his hand from yours but you squeeze them tighter together, “I thought about you every single day, Jace. Not a second went by when I wasn’t thinking of you.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, “I’m not the same person.” Quickly you replied, standing up from the chair and moving to his side of the table, “I don’t expect you to be, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you.” It seems to be the wrong answer as he stands from the chair and creates space between you two, arms crossing against his chest, “It should! I can’t- We can’t be together, there’s no point!”

It’s a lie, he’s lying, he can’t accept that you love him like it’s easy, like his whole existence isn’t filthy. This was bad, he shouldn't have seen you, “I’m not sorry that I love you, I never will be. I don’t care that you’ve changed, you are still the most important person to me! I will do anything for you.” Your voice is soft but stern, you need him to hear you. 

As much as you want to, you don’t approach him, you’re just happy he opened up to you at all. There’s obviously more than happened to him, more than just physical abuse. You have to be smart and careful not to treat him like he’s fragile because your Jason is anything but. He’s the strongest person you know and you’re here to help him feel loved and supported. 

Blue eyes analyze your body language, watching your chest move, the way your fingers slightly shake, “Why.. Why do you still love me?” His knees give out and he falls to the floor, you’re quick to move towards him in case he falls completely, so you opt to sit just a couple steps away. 

“How can I not love you? Even if you hadn’t come back I would have still loved you. You are my lifeline Jason.” You’ve never been a liar, not once had he ever doubted you, even now, as different as he looks you still followed his every word. Not once did you care to think he would have poisoned your food or this safehouse itself could have been a trap; Yet you followed him anyway. Why?

“You can’t possibly look at me and still love it.” Jason can barely stand to look at his own reflection, it’s starting to frustrate him that you supposedly see past the scars and accept him. It can’t be that easy, it shouldn’t be.

He doesn’t realize he said the last thing out loud, “Loving you is the easiest thing in the world, Jaybee.” A scoff falls from his lips at the nickname, and if you didn’t know him any better you would’ve missed the teeny tiny smile that appeared on his lips. 

“Whatever is running through that head of yours, I’m going to need you to tell me, okay? Maybe not now, or tomorrow or even the day after that but I’m always going to be here for you in any way that I can. I have all the time in the world with you around, I promised you then and I promise you now, I will always be right by your side.” 

The ache in his chest is back, he feels his heart beating so fast, without thinking much he reaches towards you and holds you to his chest like the night he first saw you again. Only this time he cradled your body so close to his own, you were sideways which meant you got to hear the pounding of his heart. His hands weaved through your hair and if you felt his tears drip onto your hair you ignored it. 

You can learn to love him just as you did before. 

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[strangepoppy]

Me to author

— it’s the little things —

Warnings: fluff, some angst

Summary: There’s some harder questions to answer about Jason.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Female Reader

A/N: An idea that popped up when I couldn’t answer a niece’s question about her father’s job (he’s a firefighter). Enjoy!

"Momma, why doesn't daddy smile a lot?" He looked up at you, his young face serious, as if pondering some profound thought.

Six year old Owen was sitting at the dining table, a picture book sprawled open in front of him. While he often asked about Jason’s “work”, this time his questioning took a different turn.

You looked at him, your movements slowing down as you mulled over your answer. “He does, baby. He smiles when you play with him, remember?” You turned the tap on, washing off the soap on the plate.

Owen shrugged, his young mind processing the answer, his fingers idly tracing the pictures in the open book.

“But it's not like yours,” he pointed out. The pure innocence and simplicity of his remark struck at your heart. He looked back up at you, his eyes curious and childlike. “Why aren't his smiles like yours? You smile a lot.”

You tilted your head a bit. “Wanna explain a bit?” You asked gently, trying to both pry into his question and buy yourself time to find a good answer for him.

Owen thought for a moment, his young mind struggling to put his thoughts into words. He was quiet as he looked at the picture book, then back at you.

He finally spoke, his voice filled with innocence and curiosity. “Daddy's smiles are different. They're small and quick, like he's not really happy.”

He paused, his little brow furrowing as he continued. “Your smiles are big and warm. It's like you're really, really happy,” he added with lilt in his tone as if he thought it was his fault somehow.

You hummed in a contemplative manner. “I guess he does do those quick smiles, doesn’t he?” You were still stalling. You knew Owen had questions about his father, but you didn’t think you’d get this question while Jason was out for evening patrol.

You turned off the tap. Owen nodded, his gaze still fixed on you.

“Yeah... and he doesn't laugh often either, like you do when you watch funny movies.” His small lips pursing as if in thought. “Why is that, momma? Why does daddy laugh and smile less than you do?”

You started drying the dishes, thinking over your answer before you said something that wouldn’t make sense to a six year old. “He’s… not unhappy, Owen. He’s just…” you trailed off, searching for the right words.

You found it hard to find the right words to explain the complexity of Jason’s emotional state to an innocent and curious child.

“Just…?” Owen prompted, his young eyes fixed on you, silently urging you to continue.

You looked down at the dishes for a moment, prolonging your next words. “You know how he tells you about those adventures he goes on during work?” You breathed in deeply as Owen’s eyes lit up.

Owen nodded, his interest piqued. “Yeah, the ones where he's a super cool hero who beats up the bad guys.”

You hummed in agreement. “Sometimes, there’s bad people who hurt good people,” you started slowly, watching his reaction to your carefully crafted words. “And sometimes, your daddy can’t help all of them get better.”

Owen's expression turned pensive, his young mind trying to grasp the concept. His little fingers traced the same picture in the open book, as if trying to make sense of the world.

He looked back up at you, his voice soft. “Why can't daddy help them all get better, momma?”

“Because he can’t be everywhere all at once, right?” You put away the last plate and wiped your hands on a towel before sitting down on the kitchen island stool beside Owen.

Owen nodded, his young mind slowly processing your words. He was quiet for a moment, his gaze again fixed on the picture book in front of him.

Then, looking up at you, he spoke, his voice soft and a hint of concern in his eyes. "Does that make daddy sad? That he can't help everybody?"

You nodded. “It does, baby,” you confirmed with a gentle yet sad smile. “It makes him sad, but then he comes home to us and we make him feel better.” You raked a hand through his dark hair gently.

Owen's face softened at your touch, leaning slightly into your hand. He looked up at you, his eyes now filled with a mixture of understanding and love.

He nodded silently, his tiny hand reaching out to hold yours for a moment. The weight of your words seemed to sink in, his young mind grappling with the reality of his father's job and the complicated emotions it brought about.

“Your momma’s right,” Jason’s voice came from behind. Both you and Owen looked over to the doorway to see Jason standing there, leaning against the doorframe, his tired eyes observing the two of you.

Owen brightened visibly at the sight of his father, his usual energetic self returning momentarily. “Daddy! You're home early!”

Jason pushed off the doorframe and approached you both, his weariness momentarily replaced by a hint of warmth as he looked at Owen. He spoke, his rough voice slightly hoarse. “Yeah, buddy. Patrol wrapped up a bit earlier than expected.”

His eyes darted to you for a brief moment, eyes conveying his appreciation for your way of explaining his feelings in a way he couldn’t himself comprehend.

“You kicked some bad guys' butts, right, daddy?”Owen smiled widely, his innocent excitement at seeing his father evident. He looked up at Jason with a sense of admiration that only a child could feel.

Jason grinned, albeit a bit strained. He ruffled Owen’s hair. “Heck yeah, I did.”

[magnoliasandarson]

abstract (psychopomp)

Some part of Jason Todd will always be fifteen.

Will always be struggling, ribs piercing his lungs, blood filling his mouth as he drags himself to cover his mother.

Will always be a child feeling the embrace of his mother for the first time, even as she uses his broken body as a shield.

Will always be waiting for the timer to hit 00:00.

Will always be frozen, waiting hoping to die.

Some part of Jason Todd is always ready for the light to swallow him whole.

[n0cturn4]

The Beauty who killed the Beast

Character: Jason Todd x Reader Summary:A deformed creature, marked by pain, battles between its inner beast and the memory of what it once was. He seeks her, offering her refuge. For a moment, she responds, but soon falls, succumbing to her end. He remains, trapped in pain and farewell. Word Count: 2458 Triggers: Blood

The laboratory doors opened with a metallic creak, echoing through the cold walls. Jason took a deep breath, trying to control the weight pressing against his chest. He had followed the clues for weeks, each darker than the last, until they all converged to this place. A decaying space where the smell of death and chemical experiments filled the air.

Inside, the lights flickered faintly, casting grotesque shadows projected by abandoned machines. In the center of the main hall, there was a cage. The metal bars were bent, some broken, as if something monstrous had forced them out of place. Dried blood stained the floor, tracing the path Jason now followed.

He found you at the back of the laboratory. A hunched creature, its muscles deformed, covering its body with pale, torn skin. Its claws, thick and sharp like obsidian blades, were dug into the concrete floor, leaving deep marks as it moved. The thick fur covering its body was tangled and stained with blood, mixing with the exposed flesh where the skin had been torn, as if the transformation process had destroyed everything human in it.

Its face, still vaguely human, was twisted by primal fury. Its nose had elongated into a wild snout, with sharp and irregular teeth jutting from its open mouth. The eyes, those eyes Jason recognized, were covered by a golden, fierce glow, as if the beast was always on the verge of losing control. The jaw, now exaggeratedly large and full of fangs, trembled slightly as a black, rough tongue passed over the teeth, staining them red.

The ears, once small and delicate, were now elongated, pointed like a wolf's, twitching with every sound that echoed through the room. The creature breathed heavily, its chest rising and falling with an almost animalistic sound. Every movement it made seemed like a warning, an imminent threat, as if its body were just waiting to strike. The claws, ready to tear through anything in its path, were deeply embedded in the cold, hard floor.

When you turned to face him, your four-fingered paws scraped against the metal with a sound that marked the room, as if the creature wanted to imprint its presence on the environment. A low, guttural growl escaped its throat, vibrating in the dense air, almost breaking the heavy silence. It was on high alert, a beast facing an intruder — but at the same time, something else seemed to shine in its eyes. Something Jason recognized. It wasn’t just savagery. It was a silent scream, a plea.

The muscles of its body, deformed by the transformation, contracted with a threatening force, and its posture showed off its sharp fangs, ready to pounce at any moment. The fur, mostly blackened and stained with blood, bristled with each heavy breath, forming a dark cloak that covered it entirely, hiding any trace of humanity. The creature before him was no longer the person he had known, but something pain and experience had forged — a monster whose origins he still tried to understand.

Fresh blood dripped from its mouth, painting its jaw with vivid red, a sign of its recent brutality. But as Jason looked closer, he noticed that its eyes, though glowing with inhuman intensity, still carried a spark of something familiar. A trace of what it had once been. Something within you was still there, hidden, fighting to break free from the beast it had become.

It lunged with a fierce roar, its feet smashing into the floor as its claws dug deeper, but Jason did not retreat. Instead, he stood firm, his breath slow and controlled. He knew that what stood before him wasn’t just a wild creature. It was you. The pain and loss of everything that had made you human were still there, latent, waiting to be touched.

"I know you're still here," Jason murmured, his tone soft, almost like a plea. "I see it in your eyes... I know you remember."

The creature hesitated, its growl softening, as if unable to understand what was happening. Its claws, once ready to strike, relaxed a bit. The internal struggle was visible in its posture. It wanted to attack, but something else inside it was holding it back. Maybe it was the memory. Maybe it was the pain.

Jason took a cautious step forward, steady, without rushing. His gaze locked onto its eyes, searching for the spark of humanity that still remained. He knew he couldn’t be impulsive. He needed you to know that there was still a chance.

Slowly, he raised his hand to its head. Its fur was rough, almost painful to the touch, but Jason didn’t mind. He let his hand rest there, a timid but genuine caress. The creature’s muscles relaxed, still tense, but less threatening. Its body slightly bent, as if something in its essence was beginning to give. The growl, once so fierce, now seemed more distant, more contained.

Jason kept his hand there, feeling the resistance of its body, but also the fragility of the situation. He knew the beast was still there, but for that brief moment, it seemed less wild, less uncontrollable.

"I won’t let you die like this," he whispered, his voice soft but full of conviction. "I came back for you.. and I won’t lose you."

He stood there for a few moments, his hand still resting on the creature’s head, watching it with a mix of compassion and caution. The silence that filled the space was heavy, as if even the air had frozen, waiting for a movement, a sound, something to guide them.

The creature, for its part, seemed to understand the gentleness of the touch, which somehow calmed it. Its muscles were still rigid, but now there was a small change. It leaned slightly, as if desiring his presence, a silent attempt to reconnect with what it had lost.

"I know you didn’t want this," Jason murmured, more to himself than to it. "I know that... this isn’t who you are."

But the words were still not enough to make the pain disappear. With each passing second, he saw more clearly how torn it was, both physically and emotionally. It wasn’t just a creature transformed by violence; it was a soul still struggling to understand what had happened to it. The internal struggle was obvious, and Jason felt his heart tighten as he realized how deep the abyss was that it was trying to cross.

It took another step forward, its golden eyes fixed on him, trying, with all its strength, to communicate something. The sound it emitted this time was clearer, but still a mumble of pain and frustration. "Jason... it... hurts..."

Jason couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The words came out with such clear pain that he almost felt it physically. It was trying to speak to him, trying to say what it needed, but the creature it had become made any attempt at clearer communication difficult.

"I know... I know it hurts," Jason said, his voice softer, trying to give it some comfort. He knew the pain wasn’t just physical. It was the internal battle to hold onto a piece of itself, a soul crushed by the beast that took over its body. "But I’ll help you, you’re not alone."

The creature shook its head, as if trying to deny it. The sound that came from its mouth was a low hiss, more like a sigh of agony. "I... can’t... go back?"

It was a silent question, more a wish than a doubt. Jason felt his throat tighten with the sadness that poured from those words. It wanted to go back. It wanted to be who it was before, to escape from that monstrous form. He could see it in its eyes, a desire to rescue the humanity it had lost.

"I don’t know if we can go back to what we were," Jason replied honestly, though the weight of those words felt like a sharp blade. "But I’ll help you. I’ll do whatever it takes."

It took another hesitant step, as if trying to reach him, searching for something. But fear and pain still dominated its movements, and it stopped again. Its eyes glimmered with deep internal conflict, and Jason could see clearly what was happening inside it. It was a brutal fight between the humanity that still remained and the monstrosity that threatened to swallow everything.

The silence stretched again, heavy like an endless night. Jason didn’t know what to do besides stand there, offering the only thing he could give — his presence, his silent promise not to abandon it. But he also knew that this struggle, between what it had been and what it had become, couldn’t be resolved all at once. It was a long journey, perhaps even one without end, and he would have to walk by its side at every step.

So, without more words, he lowered his hand and moved a little closer. The creature, though still cautious, did not retreat. On the contrary, it seemed to breathe more freely, as if simply being near him was the relief it needed, even if it didn’t know how to explain it. Jason slowly knelt down, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I won’t leave you alone in this," he said, with an unexpected softness. "It may not be easy, it may not be fast, but I’ll be here. We’ll get through this together."

The creature, with teary eyes, slowly nodded, as if accepting the promise, even though the words were still out of its reach.

Jason then extended his hand once again. And this time, it didn’t hesitate. Though its fingers were still rough and its claws sharp, it touched him lightly, as if trying to anchor itself in that moment, in that touch, as if it were the last anchor of humanity it still possessed.

Jason’s heart skipped a beat as the creature’s rough hand brushed against his, a fragile connection in the midst of chaos. He could feel its desperation, its silent plea for something more than just survival. But before either of them could react further, the sound of boots pounding against the cold concrete echoed in the distance. A harsh, commanding voice followed.

“Take her down! Now!”

The first shot rang out, the noise deafening in the still air, and Jason’s eyes snapped to the soldiers, their rifles raised. The creature flinched, its body trembling with fear and rage, and in a split second, its claws dug deep into the ground, propelling itself forward.

With an inhuman growl, it seized Jason in its arms, lifting him as though he were weightless. Jason’s heart pounded in his chest, the world spinning as the creature darted toward the shadows, moving faster than he could comprehend. The soldiers’ voices grew frantic, shouting orders to each other, but the creature moved with a singular focus: escape.

Each step it took sent tremors through the floor, the air thick with the smell of blood and gunpowder. Jason gripped its fur, trying to steady himself, but the creature was already pushing its limits. The sound of footsteps grew louder—closer. They were gaining on them.

His mind raced. He couldn’t let them catch up. But the creature was slowing, its labored breathing becoming more erratic. Jason could feel it weakening, fighting against its own exhaustion and the overwhelming fear of being hunted.

“Don’t stop,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “We can make it.”

But the creature’s grip tightened as it leaped over a broken staircase, darting through a corridor of darkness. The soldiers were close now, their heavy boots echoing in the narrow hallways, and Jason knew time was running out.

They had to make it out.

Jason’s voice, raw and desperate, cut through the air in a whisper no one could hear. His breath was ragged, each word a plea for mercy, for an end to the chaos, but the soldiers remained deaf to his torment. The pounding of their boots echoed like the slow, inevitable approach of fate. “Please,” he murmured, the word barely escaping his lips, “don’t shoot...”

But the creature, its limbs trembling with exhaustion, didn’t falter. It kept climbing, pushing through the darkness, its every step a cry for freedom, a final act of defiance. The sound of gunfire began to fade into the distance, drowned out by the weight of his own helplessness. The beast’s body pressed closer to him, like a silent promise, though they both knew the truth — the end was coming.

Up, always up, as if the highest point of Gotham could offer them a reprieve, a brief moment of peace before the inevitable. Jason’s heart ached with the understanding that there was no salvation for them. Not here, not now. The towering heights of Gotham stretched far beyond them, the city that never stopped breathing, never stopped hurting.

The creature climbed, its breath shallow, but its grip on him tightening with a primal urgency. Jason could feel the tremors in its bones, the fading flicker of something human beneath the monstrous exterior. He wanted to believe there was hope, that they could find a place to hide from the world that hunted them, but the truth hung heavy in the air — they were both beyond salvation.

And as they reached the highest rooftop, the city sprawled beneath them, the lights flickering like distant stars, Jason whispered into the night, his voice cracking, “I’m sorry... I couldn’t save you...”

The silence that followed was deafening. A world too far gone for redemption. The creature’s eyes, wild and desperate, met his one last time, as if asking him to understand. But there was no time left for understanding. Just the cold, merciless pull of the end.

They looked at each other for one last moment, a look that said more than words ever could. Jason felt the creature's pain, a pain that had become his own, as if their souls were entwined in an impossible fate. There was something in her eyes — resignation, a final spark of something that had once been human, now lost in the abyss of her own destruction.

And then, the creature, with her wounds bleeding and her body weakening, could resist no longer. Her feet faltered, and in a slow, almost resigned movement, she unraveled before him, her weight colliding with the concrete of Gotham's tower. Jason tried to reach her, but it was too late. The beast fell, dragging the last breath of her existence as if the wind of the city had finally carried her away.

The silence that followed was deep and vast, swallowing everything around. Gotham continued to breathe, but for Jason, in that moment, the world had stopped. The sound of her fall, the collision with the distant ground... everything mixed with the echo of his own failures. He stood there, frozen, his vision blurred by pain and loss, knowing there was nothing more to be done, no words that could save what was already lost.

[ktkat99]

Jason comes back from the dead and, as he's still a bit out of it, heads to the manor.

Crawling straight up through six feet of compacted earth is hard, especially after waking up suddenly in a coffin, so after he makes it inside, he sits down to rest on the couch.

And immediately falls asleep.

Hours later, Bruce returns home to find Jason's body, covered in dirt, dug up from the grave and left on his couch.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Dan, bound to a clone body and experiencing a relatively calm life with the Fentons, gets de-aged by a jealous Vlad and is held hostage by the man, who wants to be involved with family things. Vlad, somehow, loses the baby.

14 years later, Jason Todd is desperately looking for his mother, only for the DNA test to match him with a 30-year-old transman and a billionaire over 60.

Oh, and his own missing person's report.

[strange-birb]

Had to when I saw the quote lol

I love Jason sm 😂

Og post @batfam-imagines

[boostergold07]

the old days..

[i-yap]

Jason todd x reader - clingy thoughts

(guys i have no motivation to start writing most days so like whenever I get comments or requests in my inbox I get rlly excited and actually feel like writing)

if jason could, he would melt his skin so it could stick to yours . He is so touch starved but more than that he is just ...starved. like he hasn't ever had anything properly good in his life. and then you're just there and he doesn't think something better could exist

he wants to look at you, he stares a lot. even when he is cuddling you, he's looking at your hands, your hair, whatever he can see in the position

he likes casual intimacy more than fancy intimacy. like linking pinkies when walking, resting your head on his shoulder on the bus, your legs being pressed against each other when you're sitting on a rooftop. something you'd do without thinking but he is constantly thinking about it.

he isn't the lift and spin sort of guy ( like after a mission or something) he is a holds you and falls to the ground from the pain of being separated from you for too long. he is the don't to dare pull away, tears in his eyes, body shaking sort of guy.

he hates being away from you, even across the table is too far. wants to sit next to you or hold your hand if you're sitting across. make sure the table isn't too big. the distance hurts him, its like he has an internal radar that if you cross , his head goes red .

give him any sign that you are just as clingy or even that you don't hate his guts and he will just freeze. he doesn't know how to reciprocate touch, feelings, words, everything but he really really wants to. so just because he stiffens up when you hug him doesn't mean he is gonna let you leave the hug .

his sweetest words come out at like 4am , when you're in the bathtub, sitting on a roof, eating snacks on the floor of your room or lying in bed . you cant be facing him cause he will forget whaT he wanted to say once he sees your face. he is super tired from crime fighting or after s'x or after a nightmare. don't make a big deal out of it cause he wont take it well and will get embarrassed.

he is just so protective, you rlly cant blame him.

[in-som-niyah]

oh nothing, just jason’s cute little eyebrow crease

[millyhelp]

Jason had just woken up. the large arm stretched out so he could pull you by the waist and snuggle you into him. Your side of the bed was empty and cold. Your cell phone wasn't on the nightstand.

Where are you?

Panic broke out in Jason's mind, making the post-sleep haze disappear. You never wake up before him.

Jason stood up with only his black Versace underwear on his body. He went to the bathroom, you weren't there, he went to the office and you weren't there. He always kept weapons hidden around the apartment and this was a time when he picked up a 9mm that was under a corner table in the apartment's hallway.

"Where are you?..." Jason's voice sounded shaky. His hands were tight on the gun in his hands.

He went to the kitchen and walked through the living room, guest room, you were nowhere to be found.

Did she leave me? Could it be that she abandoned me? What did I do wrong?

Jason ran his hands through his hair. No sign of you. Not your purse, not your keys, nothing. For a moment he thought you were just a dream, but no, the nail marks that burned on his back and the hickeys along his chest and abs proved otherwise.

The sound of the door unlocking made him alert at the front door. It opened and there you were. A sigh of relief left Jason's lips. He ran over to you and pulled you towards him.

"Jay-oh, hey..." The bags that were in your hand fell to the floor and you struggled to close the door and hug Jason then. Thick tears that Jason had no idea he was shedding before you arrived wet your shoulder.

"Where-" a sob left Jason's lips "Where were you?"

"I just went to buy things to make you lunch, babe..." You ran your hands welcomingly along Jason's back. He was holding you tight to his body. "You were sleeping so peacefully that I didn't want to wake you up."

her smell. she is here. she didn't leave. I'm not alone. it's her. she is here.

"I'm here now, it's okay." You kissed his neck sweetly and he whimpered. "I'm here..."

"Dont leave me... please..." he whispered

"i won't. im sorry for not waking you up." Jason looked into your eyes. The arms were still around you, you felt cold metal on your back. "What is that?"

Jason remembered he still had the pistol in his hand. He showed you and you looked at him in surprise.

"I thought someone took you from me." The face, red and wet with tears, spoke with melancholy. "I would kill anyone who tried to take you from me."

your heart pounded in your chest. He really thought someone had taken you or that you were gone. You took the bags in your hands. "Come with me. Let's leave this in the kitchen and I'll go back to bed with you, put that gun away, it's not necessary." You said sweetly and kissed Jason's cheek.

Jason nodded. He still had one hand on your waist, he wasn't going to let you go anywhere soon.

you walked to the kitchen and placed the bags on the counter. Jason put the gun next to the things and hugged you from behind while you took the things you bought out of the bag.

his large slender fingers caressed your belly while he watched you attentively and in silence taking things away. Jason's thoughts were lost on you and only you. the way you moved, everything about you gave him peace of mind, his mind wasn't an enemy when you were present.

"a penny for your thoughts." You said with a smile on your lips.

"You."

"Me?" You giggled and felt Jason nod and then felt him rest his chin on your left shoulder.

"Yes." He whispered. "What will you do?"

"a brazilian dish. feijoada is the name." You sigh when you manage to finish taking everything out of the bags.

"hmm." Jason mutters. "can we go to bed now?"

you took Jason's hand and guided him to the bedroom. You only realized that he was only in his underwear when you took off your dress and lay down in just your bra and panties.

You opened your arms to Jason and he buried his face in the middle of your breasts. "Would you kill a kidnapper with just your underwear on?"

"Mhm..." He muttered and you giggled. Jason squeezed your hips, pulling you closer, if that was possible.

"Don't ever do that again..." he said quietly "Never leave again without at least telling me, please..."

"I promise." You kissed Jason's forehead and he buried his face in the valley of your breasts again.

he was finally at peace again and could go back to having a peaceful sleep while in your arms.

[appleandsnow]

Jason grunts.

"Sorry, sorry.." you mumble. You're on your knees, unstrapping Jason off his leather and armor as you try to get at the wound on his thigh.

He sits with his legs spread open and his head thrown back, waiting for another slice of pain as you work. His palms are sweaty and he knows he's going to get shivers soon.

For now, he only flinches as you work; trying to hold back more sounds to keep you from panicking.

You carefully pull out whatever shrapnel he'd got stuck in there and though you can't see his face, you know he's in terrible pain. Thighs were such a delicate body part and thinking of him limping his way through work fills you with dread.

"I'm done. You need bandages" you say as you walk away from him. Your words are clean of any sadness, trembling, shivers, tears but he can hear the underlying panic in your calm.

He wants to cradle you in his arms and soothe your worries but he can't get up, nor can he pull you onto his lap. He settles for taking off the rest of his clothes and finds himself shivering at a completely new kind of vulnerability.

Had he bared his body to anyone before this? And in such a vulnerable state?

You come back with the bandages and are quickly on your knees again.

Jason wonders at why he's so weirded out as you work on him.

The realisation is a slap across his face.

You were on your knees.

Tending to him.

The situation looked an awful lot like a devotee with an object they admired!

You looked like you were devoted to him!

Guilt suffuses him as he takes in this new milestone in your relationship. He never did think twice before showing up to you...

You finish your work and lay your head against his knee.

"Jason"

He runs his hands through your hair.

"Yes?"

"Nothing"

"Okay"

[jaysgirlx]

You, while playing with Jason's hair: Do the scars still hurt?

Jason: All the fucking time.

You: Do they hurt, when I touch them or-

Jason: No no no, it's more of a mental thing…sometimes when you touch them they bring back bad memories before I…

You: Then why don't you ever pull away?

Jason: Because I know you're not trying to hurt me, I know that you're safe? I don't know the fucking words for this…

*He rests his head on your shoulder*

Jason: Just don't leave.

You: I never will Jay.

[brucewaynehater101]

There's a post about wanting a story about Jason's time as Robin. I made a reblog of it so long ago, but I can't stop thinking about it.

I want to watch Jason's flight as Robin, but the entire story he's haunted by the future we all know is going to come.

When he first grabs his tire iron, he has the choice of taking a crowbar instead.

Subtle purples or greens pop up when he's in danger (but not necessarily the Joker).

He frees a bird trapped inside a warehouse.

He rescues a kid who was kidnapped by their mom and returns them to their dad.

So many dead or injured birds

While helping Alfred with gardening, he breaks a nail

Gun magazines at many scenes

Motorcyclists wearing red helmets

Someone's bubbling jacuzzi has a green light on

Duffle bags

He helps hold a bandage to someone's neck until paramedics arrive

Jason reads Frankenstein while at the Manor

An ad proclaims their coffins to be the sturdiest

Just his Robin story being jammed packed with foreshadowing.

It'd also be rad to have Easter Eggs:

Someone makes a comment about assassin kids

When talking to Bruce about something, on the batscreen is a very short file about "One Who is All"

Someone at a gala mentions the Drakes' newest archeology find

Kids at Jason's school chat about meta powers and how cool controlling light is

When visiting the hospital, the nurse introduces herself as Crystal

The buildup of the audience watching Jason, who's unaware of his future, continuously face sign after sign after sign? The irrational hope that maybe someone will notice the universe basically screaming about the future? Nobody notices as more and more signs pop up. It's maddening but so intriguing.

Jason's story of Robin would follow him as he goes from being desperate to survive to thriving. His paranoia that it's too good to be true thrums in his veins, but he learns to ignore it. He's fed, loved, and flies over Gotham every night. There's conflict, sure, but he's figuring out. It's okay.

The signs start out slow and subtle. As he starts to reach towards the end, they get more and more obvious. They occur more often.

Jason doesn't know when it all goes wrong, but he's figured it out before.

We don't see him lose hope until the very end.

EDIT:

Here's the og post I was referencing

[guummy]

YOU’RE HERE, THAT’S THE THING

pairing : jason todd ⠀𝒙⠀ fem!reader | words : 0.77k

request : “jason todd x reader where he’s all clingy after coming back from patrol”

contents. allusions to injury, mentions of death + fire

#. main masterlist. | dc masterlist. | jason todd masterlist.

JASON WAS ODDLY best at filling his life as a distraction from the thoughts that were incapable of escaping his mind. He was seemingly an expert at prying out criminals from the alleyways, intervening fights that could turn bloody and posing such a big influence that many were even scared to commit the smallest crimes when he was on patrol.

Lawbreakers were terrified of him, and he hated them.

Yet, what he hated more was leaving you as he had equally sworn himself to the protection of the city, to his oath to you. So, now that he was making his way through the open window you always left ajar for him, all he wanted was to crawl into bed with you and smother you with kisses: however, you were deep in slumber.

It was inherently selfish, but he looked forward to finding you awake, missing out on sleep because you were waiting for him as you help him take off his suit. Looking at you now, he saw how peaceful you were, how it looked when you weren’t worrying over him, how beautiful you looked when your mind was at rest.

The fact that he had to remove his clothes himself reminded me of a time when you didn’t exist in the comfort of his bed, when your clothes or toothbrush were never beside his. The soft thuds of his armour echoed through the room, the sound causing you to stir in your slumber.

“Baby,” you whispered, your voice soft with sleep as you propped yourself up against your elbows.

“Shit, did I wake you up?” He whispered, looking over at your peeping expression, your gaze watching him struggle to pull his sweatpants up.

“Are you hurt?” You asked, your curiosity suddenly hooked when you noticed his stumble.

“I’m okay,” he groaned, making his way over towards the bed, laying down beside you before resting his arm on your torso and his head in the crook of your neck.

The warm humidity of his breath ghosted your skin, causing you to let out a small laugh, resting in his touch when he began to kiss your neck.

“Someone’s clingy,” you teased, closing your eyes as you smiled.

“I’m not clingy, just missed you,” he corrected, pulling you into his hold, resting his chin against the crown of your head.

“What if I need to piss?” You asked, poking at the remaining strength he had to deal with your jokes.

“You can’t leave,” he replied, his voice low with sleep.

“What if there is an emergency? What if a fire starts?” You tried.

“Well, you’ll have to burn to death in my arms,” he replied, shifting his body as he held you tighter, pressing a doting kiss to the back of your head.

“How romantic,” you whispered, smiling though he couldn’t see in the hue of the dark room only illuminated by the lights of the city.

For a few minutes, between the four walls of your bedroom, there was no echoing sound but of soft breathing and quiet shuffling here.

In restlessness, you rolled onto your other side in Jason’s arm, your face barely inches away from his. Your eyes lingered open as you watched his tired expression whilst he attempted to fall asleep. Soon, you felt his hand shift down your body as he found yours, interlocking your fingers with his.

Shifted closer, you pressed a small kiss to his agape lips, letting out a quiet laugh at his drowsy mumbling.

“I can’t move,” you laughed, both your legs intertwined under the silk sheets.

“Too bad,” he replied, earning yet another kiss from you. Releasing his hand from your grip, he held the back of your head, his lips perfectly moulding around yours. He tasted of mint, and the lingering scent of his cologne invaded your senses as his hand roamed across your body, finally resting on your hip.

It was a lazy but passionate kiss, one that revealed how much he had longed to have you in his arms again. You knew that he wasn’t going to let you go either.

Parting from your lips, he let out a tired and deep sigh, his hands securing you once more in his touch as his palm cascaded across your bare skin.

You were now lying on your back, his arm against your stomach as his head was once again, in the curve of your neck.

“I love you, Jason,” you whispered, your voice barely heard. Perhaps in fear of embarrassment or simply your tiredness.

“I love you too,” he replied, sleep lulling over his aching, yet, comforted body.

[smutinlove]

Jason Todd having a size kink will never not be on my mind. he’s 6ft, 6’2ft depending what universe you’re talking about and weighs at least 200 lbs if not more, he is built like a tank.

took him awhile to get use to his size so being around people who are 5’2 even 5’5, seemed abnormal to him. could pick us up with no effort, throw us over his shoulder and walk like nothing happened.

he would use his weight for advantage, leaning down real close almost suffocating but enough to get the gears turning… his hands? ough. big enough to wrap around throats, thighs.

sorry had some thoughts

YES, OH MY GOD.

after the pit changed him, it took him awhile to get used to his height and general appearance. I mean, this man is 6ft and weighs around 200 pounds.

he'd be hitting his head on doorframes and towering over people. can't reach the cereal box on the top shelf? don't worry, he'll get it.

and he's so strong and muscular too.

oh my god, he'd be the type of person to pick up ANYONE and throw them over his shoulder with no hesitation.

he'd even do it for fun.

and we all know that Jason reads books. he ain't no basic becky, okay? this man reads and it makes men and women feral for him.

this man's hands are big. so basically, he'd be enveloping the book in his hands.

speaking of his big hands, Jason's hands WANDER.

when his face is buried between your thighs, he'll occasionally give them a tight, good squeeze, causing you to whine. then he'll mutter something like: "aw, is my precious angel getting all worked up? come on, baby, i wanna hear those sounds."

this man is addicting.

he'll also occasionally give your throat a nice squeeze if he feels like it. or if you ask him to. he'll do it either way.

his big, veiny hand wrapped around your throat, leaving only a little bit of room for you to breathe.

this man is horny too.

he'll fuck you whenever and wherever. he has no shame. he'll do it in your local grocery stores' bathroom or even at the back of a bar.

and the groans he'll let out while he fuck your brains out.

"come on, doll, 'that all 'ya can do f'me?" or "fuck, you drive me crazy, love. your pretty face and thick thighs. you don't even know half of what you do to me."

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