#Jason Todd x Latina!Reader

[planetwaynez]

bad ideia right?

Jason x Roy x Fem!Reader

Notes: I've been cooking this JayRoy x Fem!Reader for some time now, the only thing is... I got excited and ended up writing waaaay too much so this will be separeted in two parts. This is part one, if you guys like it lemme know if you want part two, pls!!!

PART 2!!!!

WARNINGS: Talks about stalking, nearly death experince, violence, murderer, being socialy secluded, a lot of complicated feelings. This is part 1!

Words: 4,7k

Synopsis: It never crossed Roy's mind that his cute civilian ex would be knocking at his apartmant door asking for help. Jason never tought that he would've to help his boyfriend with his ex, but he is, especially because she might die if they don't help her out.

Things are not so great at the moment. And she knows it, that's why she stands in front of her ex boyfriend's apartment door, picking at her nails and looking everywhere but the door. She knows she shouldn't be looking for him, but in the situation that she finds herself, Roy may be the only person that can help her out. Rationality, she knows it's no biggie, showing up and asking for her ex boyfriend, who is a very known vigilante, to save her skin. However, emotionally, she knows it's fucked up. 

Taking a deep breath, she knows it's a bad idea, but she reaches for the door and knocks. Taking a step back, y/n can feel her muscles starting to shake in a nervous fit.

It's been two years since she saw Roy for the last time, and she wonders how much has changed since then. 

The door is open and y/n looks up, to find a tall brunette looking at her with an arched eyebrow. She smiles, trying to be polite. He doesn't smile back.

“Hi! Is this Roy Harper's apartment?” She asks, still picking at her nails and the man in front of her notices.

“Yes” he answers, his voice deep and intimidating and for the first time she knows for a fact that this is more than a bad idea, it's a terrible one. But then again, it's better than dying. 

“Is he home?” The man crosses his big arms over his chest, taking in a more intimidating stance than before.

“Yes” 

He is not the most polite ever, and it's starting to make y/n panic turn into frustration very quickly. 

“Can I talk to him?” the man clicks his tongue, obviously not liking her request. Well, what can she do, a girl needs to try her shot.

“Who is at the door, love?” a familiar voice asks and now she understands. The huge guy in front of her is acting up in a jealous fit. Does he know who she is? Probably. 

“Your ex” he says, and yeah, he knows who she is. 

They can hear steps coming in the direction of the door and a very confused Roy shows up, wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants and his hair is longer, long enough to be put up in a man bun. Cute.

“Y/n?” He is pale and it seems like he just saw a ghost in front of him. She smiles and gives a tiny wave, not knowing how to act. When she decided to ask Roy for help, she knew that there was the chance for this to happen. A chance to find out about his new partner, a chance that he would look terrified, a chance that he would say no and let her die. Simple stuff.

“Hi, Roy” things are awkward, the three of them looking at each other like idiots.

“What are you doing here?” Roy seems offended that she ever had the guts to show up like this and honestly, she understands him and would deal with this situation in a more aggressive way if it was her in his place. 

“I need your help” she can feel her cheeks burning and her heart rate increase, she feels the sting of a broken nail and her palms are sweating. 

“With what?” Who asks the question is the brunette man, and y/n finally looks at him. He is wearing the same attire as Roy, paired up with a long sleeve black compression shirt, and she realizes how big he actually is. If he wanted to, he could throw her through the stairs of the building with ease. He is scary. 

Instead of actually answering the brunette, she started rambling all of her thoughts to them, feeling her chest tight. 

“I know you told me not to go, I know you said my brain would put me in danger one day and that my smart mouth would kill me and honestly I never believed you, but I fucked up. I fucked up real bad, Roy.” Desperation seeps through her voice, making her look ridiculous but the amount of panic in the woman in front of Roy only sparks his worry. 

“What the fuck did you do?” He asks, taking her wrist and pulling her inside the apartment, practically throwing her in their living room.

“I stumbled across files I should have not stumbled across.” Roy Harper is not a man to worry, unless it's his daughter, Jason or Dinah. Or Y/n.

She was always one to worry about. Always too smart for her own good, always too clever to her own safety, always too curious. She found out way too easily his identity as Arsenal when they were dating. He knew that one day she would have a price over her head.

“What does that mean, y/n?” He is basically yelling at her now, frustrated that she doesn't give him the information he needs. She pouts, hating the fact that Roy is yelling at her.

“It means you were right, ok? I am too curious for my own good and now some rich people want me dead.” 

Fuck it.

Jason didn't see this one coming, not even a thousand miles away. When he woke up this morning, sore from their last mission, he wouldn't have guessed that Roy's most recent ex and only civilian ex, would show up at their doorstep asking for Roy to save her skin from rich people. 

Jason sighs, drawing the attention to him. He closes his eyes, hoping this is some weird dream, but when he opens them again, two pairs of eyes are staring at him. He thanks the gods that Lian is with Alfred. 

“And how could Roy help you?” Jason asks, wondering what is going through this stranger woman's head. 

“As Arsenal, obviously” she says, as if Jason is one dumb fucker, and he can't believe that this is happening. 

“She knows?” Roy shrugs, as if saying ‘I have no control over that’. 

“She found out when we were three months into the relationship” Jason looks at her again, shocked with this new piece of information. He knew they dated for over a year, and also knew how heartbroken Roy was when she left to live in Ireland because of a job opportunity. He didn't know she knew about Arsenal, though. 

“It was actually quite easy to figure it out” she says, her eyes roaming over him, not in a ‘I am attracted to you’ way but in ‘who are you?’ type of way, and that made an uneasy feeling set in Jason's stomach.

“How?” He needs to know how she found out, how her brain works. Jason knows a lot of people, for fucks sake, he knows Tim and Tim found out Robin's identity at the age of nine, not many things shook him, but it's eight in the morning and this woman is definitely weird. 

“I noticed they have the same scar on the left arm” 

Jason's eyes bulge just a little and he looks at his boyfriend, who is looking at the floor, probably embarrassed with how easily a civilian found out his identity. 

“I know” the read head says, clicking his tongue “she is a freak with that brain of hers” 

It's y/n's turn to sigh, rolling her eyes. She looks at Jason again and says, very calmly.

“I knew I could say Roy is Arsenal near you because I firmly believe you already knew. Not because he told you, but because you are like him” the nervous and anxious girl from before is gone and she looks more confident and comfortable, and that uneasy feeling of having someone with a bigger brain than yours in the room comes back to Jason's stomach. 

“And why's that?” Roy chuckles, and Jason looks at him with a quizzical look but the redhead says nothing, just smiles.

“You keep analyzing me, noticing every single move I make. For a guy your size you are very quiet and silent” she point out, numbering everything she says in her manicured fingers “Also, you keep reaching for your thigh, as if you keep looking for a gun in a holster” Y/n points to his hand, resting in his left thigh, and he wants to curse himself. 

“I will make an educated guess and say you are Red Hood, the guy that is always with Arsenal” She says and smiles, tilting her head to the side, exposing her neck that has a hand imprint on it. “You are him, aren't you?” 

Jason nods, not verbally answering her, but he knows there is no use lying since she knows about Roy's identity. What actually sparks his interest is the marks in her neck. She notices him looking and she once again hides her skin from them. Jason looks at Roy, to see if he saw the same as him, and his boyfriend's gaze is focused on y/n neck as well. There is more to this story than she is truly telling, and they know.

“She found out about Dinah in forty minutes in the same room as her.” Roy says, instead of saying something about the purple marks, walking to the kitchen to get a water bottle for himself. 

Jason looks at her, doing exactly what she said he was doing before, but now he takes his time. Analyzing her. Meanwhile, she keeps an eye on Roy, who is not caring at all about the exchange behind him.

Roy turns around, holding his water bottle and looks at the two of them. He drinks all the water with a few gulps, feeling the cold water calm him down to the conversation he will soon have. He really wants to know who is the fucker that tried to choke her to death and left those marks on her smooth skin.

“Come with me” he says, pointing at a very shocked Jason and a very smug y/n to follow him. 

The three of them get in a room decorated to be a study, Roy sits on a couch in the corner of the room and Jason sits next to him, his big arm going around Roy's shoulders.

“Explain yourself, pookie” Roy says and y/n takes a deep breath, collecting her thoughts to start explaining herself to the two vigilantes in front of her.

“It all started a few months ago when Campbell Enterprises, the place I worked at, developed a new project. One that was secretive and only a few would participate, the HR did a whole campaign to encourage us to participate in the selective process to choose the ones that would be a part of this new project. I was hoping I was not chosen, honestly, I was fine with the workload I already had at my lab at the time, but it was mandatory to participate” she pauses, taking a deep breath and looking at the window, watching the sun come through. 

“They chose me and a few others to be a part of it, but it was all too secretive, even for us that were working on it. It was tiring, since my regular workload kept coming” she clicks her tongue and blinks, as if she was transported back to the moment that she is telling them about. “One night I stayed later than usual, it was just me in the laboratory, I was tired and annoyed with a few things so I started digging around, just so see if I could see the development of the others that I worked with.”

She blinks again, swallowing tears and looks at them. Roy and Jason are looking at her very attentively, waiting patiently for her to continue. There is no pressure, no tension in the room, just two men looking at her as if she was made of glass and that, for some reason, soothed the pain inside. Y/N is too used to not allowing herself to be fragile, but right now, with Jason and Roy, she feels that she can allow herself to be a little bit vulnerable. 

“That's how I ended up coming across the real motivation of the project. They told us that we were developing a new medicine for kids with cancer, when in fact, we were developing a new drug so they could kidnap children and teenagers with more ease.” There is silence in the room and inevitably, they all thought about Lian, that is safely with Alfred, but she could not be, like many others are not. 

“And they found out you came across those files and that's how you got five fingers in your neck?” Roy asks, arms crossed and a frown between his eyebrows, looking irritated. 

“Not exactly” she says, her right hand going instinctively to her neck, gulping just to remember the touch of that man on her skin. “They found out I knew, but they didn't make it obvious. I knew they would find out eventually and come after me, but until then I thought I could keep living my life.”

Silence reigns the room, the three of them knowing she was just living an illusion until reality came knocking on her door.

“I went out on a date” she says, and that sparks even more their interest. Jason scoffs, not believing what he just heard.

“You knew you had a target on your back and you went on a date?” He asks sarcasm in every word that he says. She nods and Roy looks at her with disbelief in his green eyes.

“I was needy” she simply states, shrugging as if it was not a big of a deal, except it was. “He was a hitman” 

Jason and Roy look at each other, not knowing how to actually react to her words. It all seems so out of this world, especially with the way she tells things, so calmly.

“We were kissing, he grabbed my neck and said that I was too curious, he had a good grip but I had a pocket knife” she is smiling and Jason knows for a fact now that she is crazy.

“So you stabbed him” Roy says, a smirk forming in the corner of his red lips. She nods.

“Didn't kill though, just enough to run away” she looks again at the window and takes a deep breath, “that's how I ended up in an airplane to Gotham. I called Dinah and asked where you lived, she told me you moved to Gotham, gave me your address and that's how I ended up here.”

She looks at them again and they can see in her eyes that she is lost. Desperate. In panic and disbelief of herself. What Jason can't see but Roy can is that Y/n truly believes she is going to die if they don't help her out.

Roy is not happy to have his ex, who broke his heart even if their break up was mutual and mature, standing in front of him. Roy is not happy that Dinah just gave information on him so easily. But he is less happy with the idea of y/n dying. No, he gets angry just with the idea of her not existing anymore. 

And Jason may not know y/n, but he knows his boyfriend. He knows Roy just as well he knows himself and Jason can see it in the redhead's eyes that they will help her out, even if it fails, they will try their best. Jason can also see the care and admiration in Roy's eyes every time he looks at her, it's the same way Roy looks at him. 

Jason will have to swallow his pride and jealousy, because he is going to help his boyfriend's ex to not die.

“We will help you” Roy says, looking at Jason for support and he finds everything he needs in his lover's eyes.

“But with a few conditions” Jason says, now looking at the younger woman. He knows she is younger than them, but now she truly looks like it. The sun is bathing her from her side, making her eyes shine and seem bigger, her lips are painted a glossy red and her cheekbones are chubby and pink. He can't deny, she is adorable and pretty.

“Anything” she says, her lips quivering just slightly. Jason smirks, he knows he is an asshole, but he also gets the job done.

“You will be staying at one of your monitored safe houses, and you won't leave the house, unless one of us is with you.” Roy nods, his gaze focused on her. The redhead forgot how beautiful she looks with her hair down and a turtleneck and he can't stop staring at her now that he noticed. 

“We will make the groceries for you, just give a list. Also only burner phones and not social media” Roy says, and y/n was expecting nothing less than that. She is asking for them to keep her alive and she knows they will do it, even if it means keeping her away from society for a while. 

“And we need all the information that you have” Jason finishes, reclining himself against the couch, relaxing his muscles. 

Y/n stares. She was always curious and when she thinks something - or someone - is pretty, she stares. She didn't look at Jason until she did, and now that she sees what Roy sees, she can't stop looking. 

They are both attractive men, she can't decide which she will take a look at longer, her brain working faster than normal to keep up with everything that she is thinking, from the information that they need to Jason's muscles and Roy's pretty lips.

She knows it's going to be a long ride with those two around her.

4 MONTHS LATER

It  was comfortable to stay hidden from society while Roy and Jason were dealing with the issue she put herself in. It is comfortable to stay in and watch movies, read books and cook whatever she feels like cooking. It is comfortable not having to go out to do her own grocery shopping, since Jason did that for her in the last four months, and he never forgot anything from the list. It is comfortable to have them around all the time, it is comfortable to have Lian over on the weekends to play with dolls and paint ceramics with her.

However she knows it's not going to last any longer. Actually, all this comfortable scenario is over as she stares at Roy and listens to him talk.

“It’s all over, we fixed everything up, you can go back to living your life, pookie” he says, his green eyes shining with something she can’t quite comprehend, but she knows the feeling that is attached to her chest. He is sitting in a chair in front of her, only a table stopping Y/N to reach out and hug him until her heart stops growing with pain.

She got comfortable, she created an illusion for herself once again. They were there almost everyday, talking, making jokes and eating homemade food made by her, she even got to befriend Jason in the first month, just to develop feelings for him in the third. In the second month she already knew she still loved Roy with her whole soul, and seeing him so dedicated to see her safe again only intensified that. 

She can’t explain, really, how she feels. She just knows its different but she loves them both. Roy is like a ray of sunshine that comes through the window, always warm and welcoming, always making her feel important and cared about. He was always good at making her feel like she is the only girl in the world, like she is actually important and easy to love. It's hard to let those feelings for him go, since she can’t get enough of his smile, his green eyes and his stupid jokes. She thinks that deep down, she never stopped loving him. It was like coming home from a long trip, the feeling of having Roy around again was that. His hugs became frequent again and she thinks she can’t let him go, the warmth and the intimacy are just too good and keeps her sane in the difficult days. 

Jason was a surprise. Y/N never thought it was possible to love two people at the same time and in the same intensity, but so differently from each other. At first, she thought she was going crazy with guilt because she still loves Roy, and Jason is his boyfriend. But then, slowly, she realized she fell for him just as hard as she had fallen for Roy. Jason is attentive, caring and even though he is more introverted, he understands her on a deep level. He knows when she is upset before she even acknowledges herself, he always has a good book recommendation and he always helped her in the kitchen when he could.  Lian loves him and he is good with kids just as much as Roy is. He is calm and collected and somehow, he soothes her mind. 

She loves them.

But she is sure they don’t love her back.

“Really?” she questions it, not believing that she can once again live in society without risking herself. 

“Yes” Jason says, he is behind Roy, his arms crossed and he doesn't look at her for longer than what's enough.

“Everything is clean, then?” She questions it once again, fear creeping inside her head, telling that they couldn’t do anything and that she will die if she leaves their embrace.

“Yes, pookie, everything is clean” Y/N nods, pressing her lips together and looking away from them, not knowing how to actually feel. She is happy that she is once again safe, that she can walk around without risking being murdered, that she can talk longer to her parents. But she can feel that pain in her chest, the one telling her this is the last time she will ever talk to them, see them and feel their presence. She is free to go anywhere, but the only place that she wants is not available for her. 

While she sits in sorrow, she doesn’t realize that both men are devastated as well as she is. Roy knew it was possible to love two people at the same time, to want to be romantically with two people at the same time, but it never crossed his mind that he would be living this feeling so intensely. He loves Jason with his soul, he would die for his boyfriend and kill just anyone Jason asked him to kill. But he can’t deny that he also loves Y/N, she is everything he could possibly want and not deserving to have. Her smile, her scent, her eyes, her lips, her body, her hair, everything in her was an invitation to his heart. Roy loves her with his heart, he would do anything for her too, he just did. He killed for her last night just to be sure she would be fine. He doesn’t want to let go, but if that's what she wants, he will do it. 

Jason was always skeptical about feelings until he fell for Roy, and he fell hard. He loves Roy more than he could ever be possible, he would take Roy in his worst days just as much as he would take Roy in his good days, and he would go against the world to see his boyfriend happy and calm. Jason stopped drug dealing because he thought it was disrespectful with Roy since he is clean and healthy after a long period of darkness. He takes care of all the things Roy doesn’t want to and he is nice to people that once hurt him because he wants to be good for his boyfriend and to Lian. It never occurred to him that he could possibly fall for Y/N during this time working for her safety. But he did.  And it was embarrassing. He could not look at her longer than a few minutes or his mind would drift to scenarios they would never live, and then he would feel guilt eating him up. Jason was going crazy over his feelings for this woman, she was diabolical with the way she made him feel. The way she would make him blush with a brush of fingers while cooking, the way she would make his chest warm with happiness when she smiled at him and the way she would make him feel euphoric when she complimented something about him. She was diabolical, and that's why in the last month he told Roy about his feelings.

Jason remembers how long the talk was, and he was not shocked to know that Roy still loves her and he truly understands the readhad, it's easy to love Y/N. Her ramblings about things she likes, the way she walks on the tip of her toes when happy, the way her hair falls over her eyes when she is focused. Jason feels like he is not some monster around her, she makes him feel light and makes him forget about all the vigilante stuff, he feels normal around her and good, he feels good. She makes it seem it's easy to be around him. 

They agreed to let her go if it was truly what she wanted, but if she decided to stay, they already talked about asking her out on a date, with both of them. If she didn’t want them both, they agreed that they would move on. It was the three of them together or nothing.

“What are you going to do now?” Roy asks, voice hoarse trying to keep the tears away. The young woman shrugs, her gaze on the wall next to her, deep in thoughts Roy couldn’t imagine what is about.

“A penny for your thoughts, sweets” Jason says, once again looking at her, he can feel the dread polling at his stomach and he just wants to hold her until she gets tired of him and Roy. 

“Thinking about my mom and my dad” she says, finally looking at them with tears stuck in her bottom lashes, making her look like a crying angel in the dim light of the kitchen. 

“Are you going to stay with them until you find another job?” the redhead questions, his fingers tapping lightly at the table, a clear sign of anxiety. 

“Yeah, I think I will,” she says softly, her shoulders drooping and her head falling, somehow hiding her face from the vigilantes in front of her. 

“Nice” Jason says, his voice thick with something not even him can say what it is, but he knows it’s not a good feeling. He feels like he is losing her without trying to actually have her in the first place. “They must miss you”

“They do,” she answers Jason quickly, trying to stop the conversation in its tracks, but it looks like he won’t bite the bullet.

“Where do they live, again?” the brunette asks, not wanting to stop because if they stop talking he won’t be listening to her voice. 

“New York City” 

Jason clicks his tongue not knowing what to say anymore so he looks at Roy, expecting to see the redhead formulating a plan to keep her around longer, but there is only acceptance in this eyes and Jason knows he lost the battle, he knows she would be leaving soon to NYC and if he tries to stop her, Roy wouldn’t help. Not because he doesn’t love her, but because he isn’t the type to hold people where they don’t want to be. 

Roy gets up and smiles fondly at Y/N, hiding his true feelings behind a mask. “If you need anything, just call us.”

She smiles, a tiny one, and nods again understanding that she is not wanted around when in fact what they wanted more is for her to stay with them.

“See you around, boys” she says, leaving for the bedroom that will no longer be hers in the morning.

[cumsluut]

I need more latina reader🙏🏽🙏🏽 pleaseeeee

I see all these other Hispanic countries get representation but where my Dominicans 🇩🇴at????? My Caribbean girlies need some too

I’m srs gonna have to come in the clutch

[punkeropercyjackson]

Even fetishization aside,making Jason latino to make him hornier is just severely innacurate.Like have you ever met a latino family?????Not going to share the specific context because that'd be tmi but when my adult family members found out i was starting to experience sexual feelings they lectured me and threatend to beat my ass and they still get mad and scandalized when i even just use the spanish word for pussy and my mom slutshames my younger siblings for dating even though they're still virgins.That is NOT happening,he would be exactly as repressed and prudish as in canon cause that's one of many reasons he has afro-dominican swag

[luvly-writer]

“You are my sunshine”

Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

Social Media Au

Summary: Whilst fighting a magical being, a vision of a girl, to be precise Jason’s soulmate, is shown to the batfamily.

Profiles

Status: Finished

Part 1: Introductions

Part 2: Galas and bets

Part 3: Meetings

Part 4: Dinners and numbers

Part 5: Flowers

Part 6: Siblings are annoying

Part 7: Masquerade Gala

Part 8: And so we meet again.

Part 9: Dancing with recognition

Part 10: Deals and Intimacy

Part 11: LETS DISCUSS

Part 12: Two girls can be a handful

Part 13: Batfam POV Aftermath

Part 14: Day with Damian

Part 15: She lives in daydreams with me

Part 16: Feelings bouta get complicated

Part 17: The art of alcohol and yearning for love

Part 18: we were too drunk

Part 19: Save me from this sorrow

Part 20: Sweet like honey

Part 21: Jason’s lover boy era

Part 22: Girlies and Clingy

Part 23: Jason Todd is a whore and Steph is a menace

Part 24: Grounded and missing home

Part 25: Salsa?

Part 26: Red Hood stan?

Part 27: I know what the chaos brings

Part 28: It chaos, we love

Part 29: You are my safe heaven

Part 30: Darkness, violence, and all

Part 31: Wayne’s Night In

Part 32: She is the moment!

Part 33: We slowly heal

Part 34: Halloween

Part 35: We give thanks

Part 36: Thanks indeed

Part 37: Nola Took it Personally

Part 38: Hello Caribbean!

Part 39: Meeting the Family

Part 40: This love of ours

Part 41: Welcome Back!

Part 42: A year of Preparations

Part 43: The Wedding Article

Part 44: Dear lovebirds,

Part 45: Happily ever after!

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Extras:

Extra #1

[sis-does-simp]

Romeo Santos is so Jason Todd coded

I’m listening to El Pañuelo rn and that would totally be him if reader and him recently went through bad breakups, using each other as solace and then falling in love with each other slowly!!

If y’all are into Dick then Yo Tambien with them fighting over who loves you better.

The whole tortured lover vibe he always has about how he falls in love too deeply in many songs

Plus the amount of times he talks about being good in bed 🫣

Maybe once midterms are over I can make another Romeo based Jason Todd fic

[knightsteapot]

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ OF LIES AND DATING APPS

Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III

Jason Todd x Latina!reader

Fluff | Angst

Minors DNI, kinda unhealthy behavior, don't ignore your emotions kids, be honest to yourselves.

Author's notes: Next chapter. Good friends help you to find your James BUT ALSO tell you the truth when you're not acting in the healthiest way.

Wanna see the gadgets I mentioned? Here

Comments, reblogs and likes are well received and extra motivation to keep writing. Please enjoy!

You left the papers you were reading on top of the wooden desk, the red comfy chair made an unpleasant sound as you stretched your back, a deep sigh leaving your lips once you took a look at the conversation you just had until your phone's screen went black. The day was gray, it was raining and the outlaws were staying at home after tiring weeks of consecutive missions, it was your first day at home after the chimera case but you didn't have time to rest or probably, being in the studio surrounded by screens, maps and documents with intel was better than facing reality.

You haven't seen his face since last night. You arrived late, beaten, exhausted, your energy just let you say "hello", take a shower and go to sleep but oh, how wonderful it was to see those blue eyes again. Seeing Bizarro and Artemis was great too, however, seeing Jason fine and alive sitting on the big leather couch while playing video games with his bothers online was everything you needed, it was the definition of "home is not a place, home is the people you always return to." . Once Jason saw you he stood up forgetting about his game, approached in such slow motion that it hurt and then took your sword out of your tired hands, then did the same with the gadgets in your head and face.

"Long journey, eh?" He hesitated in the last part opening and closing his pale pink lips, licked them briefly and didn't say anything else, just offered a smile. If you were dating someone else, that James, he should stop calling you "Preciosa", "bonita" or any other variations. It sucked, it made him feel frustrated but who was him to do something about it and claim you as his? He didn't even know if that's what he wanted. The thought made him frown, his eyes focused on the living room's huge window instead of you, he was lying to himself but that was nothing new.

"Yes..." You could barely keep your eyes open but your smitten smile was intact, it was always like that when he was close, that night he looked specially cute with his typical red hoodie, gray pants and messy, extra messy hair, you couldn't help yourself. Your mind started running wild imagining coming back home to hug and kiss him, how you missed those juicy lips.

"Then you should go to sleep, Flores." A feminine voice interrupted the moment. The redhead amazon spoke from the white kitchen counter, she was drinking tea or coffee, you weren't sure. "you look awful."

"I fought a chimera. Don't tell me they don't exist, they do and are huge." You answered in an attempt to sound funny and then walked heavily towards your room after saying "good night" to your teammates.

Shaking your head you focused on the present just in time to see Bizarro offering you a cup of tea, you wondered how such big man entered the studio so quietly "You're not coming with me. You don't need to rest."

"Okay, okay big boy." You smiled following him to the living room that despite its size looked small thanks to the glass containers with Artemis, Jason and your suits, your house was particular. "How have you been, B?" You decided to focus on your kryptonian friend instead of the man training in the next room.

Your cheeks turned red by the sudden exchange with James, Kath gave him your number and he didn't hesitate to text and be adorable, he seemed like a good boy indeed. You smiled almost excited for the date, you've been wanting a new tattoo for so long...

Jason, who just finished his training was leaving the training room wearing only his Wonder Woman shorts and a towel on his shoulders, he seemed irritated, the training room was small, actually the place was small for people like him or Bizarro to live comfortably, but Bizarro seemed very content spending his time on the couch that, again, was too small for him. Jason raised his black and perfectly shaped eyebrow at the sight of you sitting beside him, smiling to your phone with bright excited eyes. His irritation growing significantly.

Did you ever smiled like that when he texted you? the truth Jason choose to ignore was the fact that you smiled like that whenever you saw him, whenever you talk to him or about him, whenever he called, whenever he texted, whenever he was mentioned, just like he found out years ago in that conversation he shouldn't have eavesdropped but he did anyways.

[reveluving]

but you? you - the shining light of his city, the one who provided books to foster those little minds with knowledge and escapism just like the librarians and bookstore owners of his youth did for him, the one who provides him so much pleasure as you squeeze and clamp down - with warm-toned skin, sweetly girlish moans, and a sensitivity to his touch?

Picking my favourite line was like picking one favourite dessert among hundreds but this paragraph in particular—I know it will not leave my head for a little while.

I knew I wouldn't be prepared for this, even if I was privileged enough to hear about this idea but my God. The whiplash I had as it switches from cute as fuck to what the fuck (in the sexiest way possible) is—lshdlxjxlsks IDK IT MAY HAVE DIED-ED.

Kirby, one day, Jason & Bella are going to KILL me if you continue to make heart-squishing worthy fics like this!! 😭💗💋

Punching at nothing but also kicking my feet in the aid because WHEN WILL THAT BE ME.

“santa, baby”

3,750+ words of jason todd spoiling his gf with sex and expensive promises for christmas.

contains: fem!reader (afab), spanish nicknames (latino!jason), fluff, praise, car sex, creampies, cursing, ‘prince of gotham’ era jason. probably typos since i wrote this in between shooting a film and preparing for a eight hour flight, literally based on a dream i had.

a smutty christmas standalone in a series of fics i’m cooking where jason falls in love with the reader who works at a bookstore.

please, please, please, if you like this re-blog with tags and comment, as my christmas gift. 🥺🥺🥺

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the red and white lights that decorate gotham’s streets reflect against the paved concrete of its black and gray sidewalks. paved walkways that have been left moist and reflective from wet snow, which falls quickly and silently across the darkened city.

within a few hours it will pile up, leaving some gotham citizens to wake up in the morning with the childlike joy that comes from the seeing snow-covered hills across central park that fall under their boots with a satisfying crunch. the others, the grinches, the older folk, and the working men and women that find this weather to be of intense inconvenience, will meet the site with grumpy chagrin, inflamed with annoyance at the soon-to-be icy streets and the overabundance of outside staircases left to be salted and shoveled.

you’re one of the former.

you adore the snowfall. you adore the way the white and icy substance clumps onto the awning of your beloved bookstore, complemented by the the laughter of the children who would run by it. you love all things that bring the symbolism of christmas time to gotham. you love the holly and wreaths that are visible from peoples apartment windows, the mistletoe, the large christmas trees that decorate both the inside of lobbies and the outside of the city’s center, the televised parades and of course, the shining red white and green mixture of lights that fix themselves anywhere and everywhere.

they reflect in a pretty glow against the window of your sleek car. the colors mix gently with the frosty dewdrops that patter against the glass. your hand reaches against that very glass, leaving an imprint while your mind wanders to the wayne christmas gala that you are all too sure you’re about to be late to.

the outside air may have a wind chill below freezing, but the clean, leathery seats your body is folded against are all too warm - slowly becoming moistened with beads of sweat and spit and the slick from between your thighs.

whatever protests you’d originally sputtered out about being late have since devolved into a menagerie of giggles and light, breathy moans - sweet and pleasured little reactions as your clit gets kissed by a hard tip again and again in the back of the car. it’s parked secluded in the safety of the private parking lot of the iceberg lounge. when under the penguin, the space used to be constantly dark. it was only ever pierced by the cool glow of the moon or - on riskier nights - the bat-signal. but the moon is covered with snowy clouds tonight, batman is busy preparing to entertain guests as his alter-ego, and the iceberg lounge is under new management.

‘management’ that decided the place could do with a bit more christmas light - a management who is all too happy to see your skin lit up in the faded emerald and scarlet that leaks in from outside the warm vehicle, while his large hands make themselves known, squeezing against your shaking thighs.

“jason-” you pant out, although the sound is almost completely drowned out by the light pat-pat-pat of his dripping tip being slapped against your pretty, quivering bud. his fingers were still wet from prepping you, and they take gentle care not to stretch or rip the expensive dress you’re in.

not that he couldn’t buy you a new one if they did.

in terms of expensive clothes, he hasn’t even bothered to pull off his boxers or black slacks all the way, only pushing them down enough to reveal the hard length that’s desperately prodding against your welcoming slit.

one of your hands slides down against the window while the other combs its fingers against the black fabric of his suit jacket, careful to avoid messing with the slicked black curls of his hair. the white swoosh of a curl in front picks up some of the bright color from outside as it mats to his forehead from sweat.

“alfred - ah -“ you start, only cut off by a brief and throaty noise when he sinks in just a little further. “alfred is going to kill us for being late.”

your concerned remark is met with nothing more than a smirk spreading itself across his handsome face, only broken when he exhales with relief and pleasure, rocking inch after inch into your incredibly warm walls.

“nah. he’ll kill me - he knows you’re the good one who always wants to be on time, babygirl.” his larger hand, with knuckles that are slightly bruised from constant altercations with criminals large and small, strokes the side of your face. he traces your red painted mouth. his smirk only grows when your lips press to leave a little kiss-stain on the pad of his thumb as his hips swerve, sinking himself further in.

jason lets out a breath of a laugh that transitions into a grunt as he continues.

“but you don’t focus on that, ma. you just focus that pretty little head on takin’ me nice and deep like always, yeah?”

a moan erupts from your throat; the pretty kind of sound that reverberates through the tight, cramped space that is the back of the expensive sports car.

jason, who grew up with barely enough food to constitute a quarter-filled pantry and hand-me-down clothes that often swallowed his scrawny form, never flattered himself to be materialistic. even having established himself as the red hood, a man with not only the most profitable nightclub in gotham, but a criminal empire at his disposal, he never found himself getting more than what he needed. enough armor and weapons to patrol the streets, enough groceries to keep himself fed for the upcoming week, and clothes that fit his huge frame well enough to keep him warm in the midst of the city’s beautiful and brutal winters. maybe a new book or two each weekend.

he was determined that everything he could spare would go to foundations for kids at risk of growing up like him. then, to the teachers and counselors that kept them educated and safe. then, to the volunteers that gave them housing and clothes and food.

but you? you - the shining light of his city, the one who provided books to foster those little minds with knowledge and escapism just like the librarians and bookstore owners of his youth did for him, the one who provides him so much pleasure as you squeeze and clamp down - with warm-toned skin, sweetly girlish moans, and a sensitivity to his touch? jason lives to spoil you with equal abundance. and an expensive car was only the start. it even occasionally came with a chauffeur when he felt like having you in his lap during a long drive. but for now, it’s just the two of you.

“shit, that’s it.” jason mumbles as his hips buck forward, meeting yours with each slow roll and engulfing his cock in slick. the heated and hardened skin is tickled by the fabric of your panties. so eager to be inside you upon his eyes drinking in the sight of your red and white dress, jason had only bothered to haphazardly pull your panties to the side when prepping your warm, pretty pussy on his fingers.

a low moan travels up through his chest as you grip him.

“that’s it, ma. fuck, doll, your grippin’ so tight. tell me, what do ya want for christmas huh, mami? you want a new dress after i make ya ruin this one?”

he chuckles but his offers only increase as you moan. jason loves the way your dimples show, cheeks warm with a flattered and pleasured smile every time he spoils you. he’ll never get enough of it.

“could get you a couple pretty new necklaces too, baby. diamonds or pearls, maybe a little golden ‘j’ on it? decorate this pretty throat…”

his large hand trails down from its place on your cheek to the sweet skin of your neck, giving the sides an experimental, barely-there squeeze. it’s incredible that his touch seems as soft as the hum of the christmas carols that stroll from the radio at the lowest setting, as subtle as the force with which the flurries outside drop to the ground. then, his thrusts turn more aggressive, reaching deeper and deeper and pulling more breathy noises from your voice as you look up at him. jason is a man who is able to kill with such efficiency that he’s sat as the first person to have controlled all of gotham’s organized crime in twenty years. he may not kill anymore now, but the strength and power to do so always simmers just beneath the surface of his being, and yet he treats you as if you’re made of porcelain.

“fuck. you like that, huh? like me makin’ it known that this you're my pretty little thing, bella?”

when you try to warble out a response, the pad of his finger lands on your tongue almost incidentally and without question you suck on it, eyes meeting the gaze of his jade colored ones with an all-encompassing sense of temptation.

sloppily, jason’s cock shifts in and out and his gruff voice spills out more - he wants to see his baby shake at just how much he can offer her.

“only mine - oh fuck. i’ll get ya anything then; you want earrings too, princesa? heels? more pretty red makeup? you know it’s my favorite color, ‘specially when it’s on you, pretty girl.” as if on cue, the christmas lights from outside switch to a more intense red, swamping you both in the beautiful shade.

“jay. jay, please - please.”

jason peter todd was trained by batman and as such, nothing much passes him by. he does not miss the sweet way your voice cracks, as your suck him in. he does not miss the wet, popping sound of your plush, kiss-bruised lips releasing his finger before you pleaded - still connected it by a pretty, thin string of translucent saliva.

“please what, baby?” he replies. even he’s surprised he can be coherent with you wrapped around him so tight. with how little space the car seat provides someone of his size and stature, you’re wrapped around his body like a vice. there is no space between the two of you anymore. any that could exist is filled with the sounds of quick breaths, rustling fabric, soft music, and wet pounding slaps. his deep voice cuts through it, hot against the shell of your ear.

“whatcha want, huh? what can jay give his angel? you want me to pull out and take you to the party so alfred and bruce won’t be mad, hm?”

you whine at even so much thought - cursing him out for the teasing, meager threat of pulling out.

“don’t you - hah - don’t you fucking dare.” you manage to protest with just a glint of sharpness in your otherwise needy eyes. it’s like you know he needs this too - needs to stake his claim inside of you before even so much as thinking of the expensive festivities that are soon to come. right now, the only thing that the prince of gotham needs to focus on is how you’re intentionally clamping down on his wide girth in a way that makes his breathing hitch and his hips buck.

“coño - shit.” jason hisses through his teeth, a warm spurt of pre-cum dripping inside your gummy, heated walls. “shit, ma, was just jokin’. god - you want my cum that bad pretty girl?”

you don’t even answer, body rocking along with the car. you instinctively bare your teeth, sinking them into the skin of his neck. latched to his throat with your sweet form, engulfed in red light, draped in pure white and scarlet fabrics, writhing in pleasure at the darkness and solitude provided by the cold night - you’d make a convincing enough vampire but it’s not his blood that you’re thirsty for. you're desperate to muffle the overwhelmed sounds you’re making and it’s the only part of him that your mouth can reach besides his own, as it’s the only part not covered handsomely by his black and red suit.

“do you want a pretty tree for our apartment too? like that one out there?” he suggests lowly.

it’s a beautiful one; iridescent from the mixed lights with white collecting on its sappy branches of pine. it’s the sturdy kind that doesn’t mind the snow. it fills the lot with a delicious scent of fresh pine and the sound of little ornaments twittering and tinkling together; both of which infiltrate the car whenever you’re not focused on the smell of his cologne, or the chanel fragrance he spoiled you with as an early christmas present, or the sounds of him rubbing his fat cock against the sweet spot that hides deep inside you - the wet bundle of nerves that he takes pride in being the only one to reach, to caress, and to pummel with his leaking tip.

jason’s grin is absolutely wicked, his green eyes looking supernatural when highlighted by the alternation of the viridian lights that seeps onto his freckled face from outside.

there is always something so irresistible to you when he’s like this. there is something rough and enticing about watching him bounce between red hood and jason. it’s downright intoxicating to know that you’re the only one who can see how he walks the line between the son who’s happy to see his family for christmas and the grumpy young man who hates the public spectacle of it all.

you’re the only one who can experience him as both the mob boss that wants to use his dirty money to be a philanthropist and the one that wants to spoil his angelic girl with a million expensive goodies. your body - with skin that is perfumed, heated and soft to the touch – is what keeps the score of him. him being a man so entranced by the beauty of his beloved that he wants to admire you from across the room and yet being a man who wants to keep fucking his hard cock balls-deep inside you.

and god, does it feel so fucking good. you moan at it, his words continuing as you pull away from the bruised circle you left on his neck and look up at him with hooded eyes.

“d’ya any more books, maybe? more rings and designer bags that’ll make those upper-crust showoffs we’re gonna see tonight get all blushy and jealous, hm, princesa?” jason, too used to the whispers and strange looks he’d always gotten at bruce’s galas, likes the idea of showing you off as an unattainable beauty.

you and him, willingly or not, serve the representatives of gotham’s working class amongst the old-school aristocrats, new-school company executives, celebrities, politicians and more than occasional gold diggers that make themselves known at bruce’s charity events just for a glance at the wayne family. it’s something jason had adjusted to by the age of 12 and then readjusted to even more post-death - which the only public knew as his ‘health crisis’.

they would always look down on him for his upbringing. he knows with full certainty that at least one person there would only ever see him as bruce’s charity case - the black sheep, the winner of the orphan lottery.

which is why it’s always so enticing to show that he’s the successful club owner with the prettiest girl in gotham on his arm and - at the moment - losing herself on his cock.

“do you want a view of all of gotham city, mami? the nicest penthouse in the city?” jason purrs, curls of white and black mixing against yours. “i can give ya that. tell me what you want, doll.”

jason uses what little leverage and space is available in this cramped, black car to lift up your hips - to slide in his dick at a deeper angle, to hear your moans reach a crescendo.

“to cum, papi - i want t’ cum just for you.” finally spills from your lips, just as slick, clear juices spill from your lower ones.

jason todd has always been defined as a strong young man, but for you, on a cold winter night, delaying his way to an overblown, if charitable, christmas party, he is oh-so-weak.

he can’t say no to such a sweet plea. he was never much one for denying you nor himself a good orgasm. jason’s never been one to edge you or ruin your climax - he would never, ever make you wait to cum. not because he’s giving, although he is. as a matter of fact, it is quite the opposite. he’s too selfish to ever deprive himself of the sight of his pretty girl writhing like a cat in heat under his weight.

your sweat-slicked skin, hidden under your still beautiful dress, shivers as his slow yet utterly precise thrusts continue. you give a high keen, as your fluttering core takes the wide-girthed length whole. your sensitive and hot cunt goes flush against jason’s hips. you gasp incoherently, eyes rolling practically to the back of your skull and your passage spasming along the thick shaft inside you.

your slit is shivering, aching as it presses snug up against his balls, even leaking translucent white onto his boxers as they stay hugged to his thighs.

to a small degree, it’s a christmas miracle of some sort that his pants aren’t stained in any way. it’s one thing to show up to an event late and another to show up sloppily. jason is not a fan of his adoptive grandfather’s chiding under any circumstances but especially not during the holidays. alfred can understand tardiness from driving in the busy and rowdy traffic of a snowy gotham during the christmas season. however, jason (who always brags of being the old chap’s favorite grandson due to their years sharing a birthday, a love of books and a proficiency towards cooking) would never push his luck by showing up looking disheveled in any way shape or form.

plus - while he used to keep himself hidden during these occasions strolling through the empty rooms of the manor in only the most casual of clothes - nowadays jason likes to catch sight of the bright glow that envelops your eyes upon seeing him suited up in formal wear. the almost nervously sensual gaze you gave when you saw him in a tuxedo for the first time, realizing how he stands taller and broader than his whole family? it’s engraved in his mind forever.

in a way everything that he does tonight – from his promises to shower you with christmas gifts, to him bringing you along as the only thing he is guaranteed to enjoy about this gala, to his slow strokes as he helps you ride out the pleasure of your climax – it is all to impress you.

“that’s it, bella. fuck - jay’s here to give you everything you want. everythin’, babygirl. fuck - want my cum too?”

a jolt of pure lightning in the form of pleasure wracks through jason when your pretty nails pull at his hair. your beautiful lips – which are covered in that smudged, christmasy shade of red – glow under the warm, alternating lights. they shine with the wetness of spit and condensation, and curve ever-so-enticingly as you plead for it. since even the joking notion of him pulling out got you so tight and pissed off at him, jason shouldn’t be surprised at how desperate you are for it.

more than willing to give you everything you want his muscular back arches as his hips pump mindlessly, his orgasm hitting him like a fucking tsunami.

for minutes jason’s wide hips stay trembling, buckling every so often as he continues to empty all he has into your sweet, welcoming, practically weeping cunt. the sound of him eventually disconnecting, finally pulling away from the dripping warmth, is a small shclick.

“i got you, ma.” he whispers, stroking his fingers across your face. “fuck, babygirl… good thing i got towels huh?”

both of you let out absolutely breathless laughs as his large hands skid along the fabric of your dress, partially checking for drips or stains, and partially to massage away any numbness and soreness caused many the collision of your hips against his in the cramped space. just the feeling of his fingers pulling the thin, soaked fabric of your panties back into place while white slowly bubbles and trickles out of you - it could almost make him hard enough for round two, right here, right now.

but you don’t have right now, as much as he might want it. he fully disconnects from you, cleaning what he can and setting both of your clothes back into place until look mostly put together. then his arm is back around your shoulder - tattooed, muscular and full of a downright nonchalant strength as he pulls you into his lap.

“all clean, angel? didn’t ruin that pretty dress, did i?”

“i’m good, mi amor.” you promise with replenished breath and a mind that is no longer hazed with melting pleasure. “jus’ might be a little numb walking out of the car…”

“then i’ll just have to carry you. all the more excuse to show off my girl to those upper-class -”

jason’s lips graze your neck momentarily, voice cutting off and becoming a low groan once his green eyes catch a glimpse of the time on his gold wristwatch.

“shit… ready to make a fashionably late entrance to all the gala shit? al’s gonna kill us.”

“us? no,” you retort, all too ready to tease him by repeating his earlier words, “he’ll kill you. he knows i’m the good one who always wants to be on time.~”

jason sucks his teeth, rolls his pretty green eyes and chides with a quiet humor - “one of these days, i’m gonna kiss that smart mouth shut, mama.”

his fingers slip under your chin, guiding your lips closer to his as you continue to whisper in your humored tone, breath mingling with his.

“oh, yeah? is that gonna be before or after the - what was it - the new dress and heels?” your lips skid against his once.

“and the necklaces?” twice.

“and the penthouse with the pretty tree…” a third time and on and on as he pulls you in, delighting in the notion of spoiling you, while his eyes are filled with adoration.

“and more, babygirl.” the red hood promises you, his deep voice carrying nothing but the upmost honestly. “merry christmas, bella.”

“merry christmas, papi.”

taglist: @lynswinterwonderland @elusive-honeydew @tteokdoroki @reveluving @diorsbrando @thornsnvultures

[reveluving]

see you soon ; jason todd x batmom reader (ft bruce wayne)

includes: jason's beloved dubbed 'princesa' (can read it as her and/or jason being latina/latino or spanish being jason's 1st/2nd language!) & tooth-rotting fluff!

a/n: combining @xoxokirby's jason todd x princesa with my batmom AU in this quick, cute thought because I just love talking about them together 💗

check out my batmom m.list <3

"Alright, so here's the hot chocolate," You carefully passed Jason the heavy double-cup holder, "And in here is your Philly cheesesteak, some soups and your girl's panini sandwich. And I threw in some brownie pudding in there since we had extra. Make sure you don't heat it up beyond forty-five seconds. You're lucky you texted me just as dinner rush started."

While waiting for Jason to come and pick up the orders he had requested you just hours ago, you closed down the necessary so you could head home with Bruce straight away once he finishes his work in the office. Not once had Jason stopped offering on taking you back to the manor first before heading back to his girlfriend at his apartment, but you insisted otherwise.

And how could he say no to his mother?

"Yeah, that's on me," Your son smiled sheepishly, holding the bags of food and drinks with ease, "Y'sure we don't gotta pay up?"

"What makes you think I'm making my own kids pay for food at my café all of a sudden?" You rested your hands on your hips, brows raised as if he had asked the dumbest question ever.

"'m just askin', y'don't have to be so mad. Sheesh," He shrugged, only to dodge your playful smack with a laugh, "Kiddin', kiddin'."

But the big smile on his face remained.

A lot of things make him smile, be it from you, his siblings, Bruce at times or his beloved, but he just couldn't help replaying how you considered his girl one of 'your kids', as if, like him, you just knew she was the one.

"Be sure to tell her about the family dinner that we're having in two weeks." You reminded him, slipping on your gloves before turning off most of the lights. It would be her first dinner with the Waynes, and you wanted nothing more than to have her as a part of your family’s cheesy traditions.

"I will," He nodded, and just as you wondered about the extra joy he was radiating, he hugged you with one arm—the one that was holding the bag of food, "Thanks, ma."

"Oh, Jay," You chuckled, returning the hug with a few pats in his back, "I'm just looking out for my kids."

Just then, you and Jason heard the sound of engine approaching, and lo and behold, the familiar black Aston Martin came into view.

"That's our cue. C'mon," You playfully pushed him from the back, drawing a worried 'ma!', afraid he might drop the food. You just responded to his pout with a cheeky smile before exiting the café, with him waiting for you to lock the door. Winter came in early in Gotham, and the citizens took the opportunity to decorate the city in ways that seemed so... familial.

You opened the passenger door, "Hey." You lit up as Bruce leaned in, his warm lips tickled your cold cheek.

"Sorry I'm late. Tried to finish up some of the last reports before the holidays."

You reassured him, shaking your head as you did, "You're not, I promise. Plus, Jay waited with me."

Bruce looked over at your door, where Jason stood, "Thanks, Jason. Head home safely and don't forget about the dinner, alright?"

"I won't," He nodded curtly as he walked backwards, heading to the alley where he parked his bike, "I'll text y'when I reach home."

"Say hi to princesa for us!" You grinned, waving as you watched your son disappear into the back of the store. You closed the door, turning to Bruce and officially greeting him with a quick but nonetheless sweet kiss, "Hi, you."

"Hi yourself," He sighed in content, leaning in for another kiss as he held the steering wheel, "Shall we?"

"Of course." You replied, and just as your seatbelt clicked into place, Jason drove past you, but not before waving at you and Bruce as he did.

With the end of the year around the corner, you were tired, and so was Bruce. Jason was no different and he didn't doubt that his girl was beat, too.

But it was impossible to suppress the smiles on your faces, knowing that none of you will end the day by your lonesome.

Just a hot drink in hand, a comfy bed to cuddle up in, and your other half to hold onto.

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[veenus777]

◜Dad! Jason Headcanons ◞

          ┊ ᝰ﹕Characters : dad!jason todd x latino vigilant! Reader

          ┊ ᝰ﹕Summary: recently I saw a post from @super-marvel-dc here on Tumblr where she said her headcanons of Jason being a father of a big family, and it inspired me a lot! So I decided to share some of the crazy things that had been on my mind for a while about this. If you like this maybe it could become a series

(Link to the initial post by @super-marvel-dc, )

          ┊ ᝰ﹕Theme : nothing but fluffy and google translate english

- You and Jason had already been married for about two years, things were stable and happy for both of you, taking into account your busy vigilante lives.

- The first child to be adopted was Naomi, who was found when she was just 3 years old abandoned in the alley of crime, and since then you and Jason have had her as your daughter

- Shortly afterwards, things got complicated with a completely unplanned and surprising pregnancy, after all, after the incident, Jason thought he could not even have biological children,and nine months later you had twins Holden and Skyler

- Shortly after two years, a little boy named Austin had been rescued by the Gotham police after a major attack caused by the Black Mask, having arrested the culprit Jason felt the responsibility of taking the boy in

-And then came the twins Savannah and Aspen, who were adopted after a Wayne gala in support of Gotham Orphanage, the big surprise for everyone was Jason and Y/n adopted two of the children instead of Bruce

- After that came Hazel, a little girl who had been purposely abandoned at the mall by her mother.

- and then we had river, a boy from a troubled family who lived in the alley of crime, and with him little darcy who was protected by river while her parents were too busy spending all their money on drugs

- And that was how the simple routine maintained by two people over five years together, in less than three years multiplied, becoming a family of eleven people

- At first things were chaotic but over time a routine was established, Fridays were reserved for friends, Saturdays for meetings and Sundays for family.

- Jason despite initially being terrified of fatherhood and literally shaking with fear, things changed in a short time, this man read every book on pregnancy, fatherhood and positive parenting he could find, he watched vlogs and tips on YouTube and Instagram from mothers and fathers on how to care for and educate their children, and I say with conviction that he has become an incredible father and making it his personal mantra to become the father he wishes he had had

- because you have children of different ethnicities, you reserved one day a week with us. traditional cuisine dinner, holidays with foods typical of each place, you made sure your children knew about their respective cultures and origins

- As a Latina by blood and raised in a Latin neighborhood in Gotham, you made sure your children learned your native language (Portuguese or Spanish, you choose lol), in addition to obviously the house being always filled with cultural music and food

- Speaking of home, in a short time you had to exchange your beautiful industrial loft in the center of Gotham for a large farm-style house that was about 40 minutes from Gotham, after all, you refused to raise your children in the chaos that was that city. by the way, don't tell bruce but you and jason had to accept many jobs in addition to surveillance and batman's rules to be able to pay for everything, but for the comfort of your children it was worth it

- Since the family grew abruptly, visits to the mansion became less frequent, but you and the children still visited at least once a month, especially when you needed a free babysitter. It is worth mentioning that for a long time they will be the butt of jokes on family holidays due to the large number of children

- You keep the life of vigilantes away from the children's reality, they don't even know about their second identities because you feel better knowing that you are keeping them away from this world, despite this you both agree that you will bring the truth to light when they are old enough

- Despite not wanting anyone anywhere near a gun or robin uniform, they all know self-defense and some type of fight or sport.

- An additional thing is that Jason sees himself on the river a lot, especially when he was younger, and that's why he always tries to be a present for him.

-Meanwhile Austin is the little version of Dick which makes Jason wish for death many times while you just laugh at the whole situation finding it hilarious, and all of this gets worse after I give Austin gymnastics lessons which results in Jason taking his son away from him. you from the roof of the house after ending up stuck in one of the tiles.

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[planetwaynez]

Just got an ideia for a jayroy one shot and YES I will be writing that as well, probably posting it tonight bc I can't get that ideia out of my head

[nalilvsjaybird]

BRO, CAMGIRL READER X JASON TODD ! SIMP

The cam girl should wear this one to Jason's delight, an elegant dress that would end up on the floor of the room they share ! (adding that after getting together with Jason she decided to get something discreet tattooed that reminds her of him on the side of her thigh 🥵)

And Jason doesn't worry about covering his pretty girlfriend, after all, he knows that the only one who can tear that dress off of her, mere mortals can only watch their goddess from afar.

(It sounds better in Spanish AAAAAAAAAAAAA *cries in latina*)

Listen to me, Jason wearing this into a gala just to show off the red marks your nails left the night before NDBCKSKFKSLDKGK

(You are free to write whatever you want with this unnecessary information, I am happy to read KSNFSNDLDK)

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[punkeropercyjackson]

@ Miguel O'hara writers and my other latino Jason Todd truthers:PLEASE stop making them use 'Muñequa',i'm a black-dominican trans man who's lived in his homecountry his whole life and i have never ONCE heard literally anyone use that as a nickname,much less straight up as a romantic one,even social media dudebros and i've seen a LOT of those.Look up actual latino ones instead and you can even ask me how to actually write their cultures respectfully because i selfship with both of them and i'm sorry but the way you guys write them causes me physical pain😭😭😭 /lh

[luvly-writer]

“But Oh…Cara Mia”

Ch. 20 : The one where they all found out

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Author’s note: I have some very exciting news for you all! But Oh Cara Mia is finally coming to an end soon. I have to admit this has been the most difficult to write out of all my stories but hey! I love a good challenge. On that note, My new series “XOXO” which is a Tim Drake x Reader is coming out. Check out the first two chapters of the story now on the link below! Finally, I leave you with a little reference to Friends in the title due to the recent news. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

XOXO CH. 1

XOXO CH. 2

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[gangrenados]

Color markers

Have you ever made a really self indulgent fic that it's almost embarrassing? Well here's mine, I just like to draw silly things in my skin idk it's artsy 🤷🏽‍♀️

Also I made the reader speak Spanish, why? Idk I just feel like it. Latina power papa, pura raza es lo que tu ves aqui

Fem!latina reader x Jason

PSA: Hispanic doesn't necessary mean latino, don't be a fool💖

Translation!

Ay mi amor = Oh my love

¿Seguro estas bien?= Are you sure you're okay?

Te quiero demasiado, es más, yo te amo mucho Jason Peter Todd. Yo no sé como, ¡pero dios mio lo que siento por ti es uf muchísimo! Mano yo no sé como explicartelo..." = I love you too much, in fact, I love you so much Jason Peter Todd. I don't know how, but my God what I feel for you is a lot! Dude I don't know how to explain it to you ... "

Te quiero doesn't have an English translation so yeah, weird.

Jason's head bounced lightly against the wooden headboard, making him grimace at the suddenly movement. The lack sleep was really getting into him or maybe it was the tranquility of the day of, he wasn't quite sure.

He shifted lightly, the pressure of your body making him take a sharp breath through his teeth." Jay, I'm sorry! Do you want something for the pain?" Your voice made him feel better somehow. God, he was so embarrassingly whipped.

"I'm fine, babe" he groaned as he fully sat up. Jason noticed the color marks resting all across the empty space your legs created by being apart. He frowned, realizing the colorful collage that adorned his right arms.

It didn't take much for you to notice his confusion, "You told me it was okay," you tilt your head to side as you grabbed his arms gently. Your eyes quickly narrowed over those colorful lines that rounded across his pale skin and mushed over the curvy areas.

" I don't know about you, but maybe I should become a tattoo artist one day."

Your heartbeat raced at the feeling of Jason's chuckles." Yeah, sure. I bet you would make a great job, princess" He joked, taking a more clear look over those doddles that went from little weird things like a cheese with a cowboy hat and Betty Bop cherries to more serious ones like eyes who dared to look somewhat realistic- as much as the skin allowed- and faces.

However, the one draw that caught all of his attention was a smiley face set a little bit lower on his wrist. The doddle was blushing with a shy smile plastered on it and a lot of pink and red hearts surrounding it. Underneath it 'te amo' was wrote in bright pink letters.

Jason didn't expect you to do that, in fact it has caught him of guard. Since the beginning of your relationship he always had the bad habit to question if you really liked or if you just decided to date him out of pity.

Jason didn't took your love for granted and that's why he felt that he had to work to earn it. That was the only way he could feel like he was worth your time and attention.

It might sound silly, but little acts like this always got the best of him.

He took away his arm from you, looking closer to this little drawing made the air caught on his throat. You did love him, after all you wouldn't have put that there if it wasn't true...right?

"Oh hey!" You gasped at the sudden hug of Jason. He rested his head in the crook of your shoulder, trying his best to not break.

"Ay mi amor," you put your hands on top of his, rubbing tiny circles in his bruises knuckles with your thumbs." ¿Seguro estas bien? I can make you some tea if want, just tell me..."

Those words just made his heart ache more." Why are you so nice to me?" That question passed slipped from his mouth without passing through his mind filter. Making him bite his cheek hard at the realization of his mistake.

Jason was really careful with what he says, especially when it comes to emotional stuff like this. He didn't wanted to give power to others to break his heart.

But now he has messed up and he just can't pretend he didn't said that stupid question.

You can't deny that that simple question made a quick flash of pain cross your body. It was hard to hear him said that, even after all of your attempts to show him how much he meant to you, how much you loved him.

You didn't get mad at him though, even if it hurts you knew the reason behind this was a series of unfortunate events that have left your dear boyfriend emotionally wounded.

Carefully you turned to him, breaking out of his grip and dropping some markers in the process. Jason's beautiful blue eyes looked at you with nothing but embarrassment, he didn't wanted you to look at him like this.

"Look, you're my boyfriend and I'll care about you no matter what, okay?" You said slowly, gracing his hands with lingering touches. Jason didn't move or tried to speak, he was as stiff as a stone.

"You're someone really, really important to me and I-" the words caught in your throat and it frustrated you that your mind had become blank due to this emotional moment." Te quiero demasiado, es más, yo te amo mucho Jason Peter Todd. Yo no sé como, ¡pero Dios mío lo que siento por ti es uf muchísimo! Mano yo no sé como explicartelo..."

You took a deep breath and continued."You're someone so strong and kind, I just can't explain this better and I'm sorry, but-"

Your speech was cut of by Jason's lips meeting yours, he wanted nothing more than kiss you. He needed it like air, as cheesy as it might sound.

Both of his hands were set at the back of your neck just to deepen the kiss and make you stay in place as long as you could.

Jason's mind rushed with a million thoughts before shutting down completely. This was okay, even when he felt like his heart would explode at any moment, nothing wrong could happen when he had you between his arms.

He hold onto those hopeful words to dear life in that brief moments of eager happiness between you two. Deep down he knew the angst and insecurity would take down his sudden found of calmness, but Jason wanted to push back those negative thoughts as much as he could.

Your fingers ran through his dark locks tenderly once the kiss was over; there was a little grin adorning your beautiful lips that made Jason confidence bust.

"I don't deserve a girlfriend like you"

" Maybe..." You shrugged off, wanting to play prideful just for a while." Nah baby, you sure do. I'm pretty good, right?"

"Yeah, you sure are." Jason said." I think you're getting a little bit cocky, don't you?"

"I guess I learn that from you." You pecked his lips before hopping off of the bed." I'm making you some tea, okay? I feel like that might help you..."

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[knightsteapot]

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ CHIMERAS BEFORE FEELINGS

Chapter I | Chapter II

Jason Tood x Latina!reader

Action | fluff

Minors DNI, cursing, sexual references

Author's notes: This is the first chapter of the story I've been trying to write for so long! Check the info before reading to have some context 💕

Thank you for reading, no matter if you're a latina or not, just enjoy it 🔥

Here some things I want to share:

Wanna listen to the song Bizarro was signing? Here

Wanna listen to the whole sinful playlist? Here

Wanna see some art of the suit, wig, gadgets and Admena, your inner goddess? Here

Feel free to imagine the suit in the size your want, the same with the skin color. The illustration is only a visual.

You had to admit that the life of a vigilante was exciting. Everyone talks about the risks, how it can destroy your life quite literally, but what about the other side of the coin? Being a vigilante, a hero or anti-hero was indeed cool, however, few people was selfish enough to accept it. If being a vigilante boosted your battle lust, being magical, belonging to the Justice League Dark (from time to time because apparently they couldn't trust an anti-hero like you) was out of this world.

Probably, after being experimented on, your brain decided that you needed power to feel safe, you were aware but in denial because... power itself wasn't bad, despite the horrible things you did in the past (which weren't never your fault, you were just a mere little stupid puppet without will) you had a good moral compass. You'd take yourself to the extreme if that meant doing the right thing, not the politically correct thing, no, just what was needed to be done. That's why you liked it to work with this group of weirdos, exterminating magical threats under your own rules or sometimes Constantine's rules, which were... not rules but a "Do your shit right and don't get us killed"

Your current situation was no different from other situations, yes, probably using Admena's full power wasn't a good idea, her divine aura needed your vital energy to manifest but, fuck it, the job must be done, isn't it? Those words made you smile in the middle of an epic fight against a chimera, suddenly remembering your other team, the misfits you respected, protected and wished all the happiness in the world: the outlaws. You'd be lying if you say you don't have a favorite, but thinking about him just destabilize your mind, energy and dramatic heart, Jason Peter Todd was invading your mind again and meanwhile you were sealing the monster with Admena's aura, you couldn't help but wish your longing was everything but love.

With a deep long sigh you let your body rest against the rotten wood of the church, closed your eyes and tried to recover your energy, Admena even took part of your technology's energy, how ridiculous, you had to become stronger to have full mastery of your power, your mind and yes, again, your dramatic heart.

Artemis, that amazon was a fine piece of art. You probably had one or two wet dreams about her, nothing to be embarrassed of because no one would never know, but jokes aside, you looked up to her, she was strong, determined, a bit brazen but that was part of her charm. Inside the team you had a good dynamic and synergy, you weren't best friends, that was Kath's place but as coworkers you usually complemented eachother.

Once Kath and Constantine arrived the three of you contacted Batman to give a report, the case was still open after all. In the meantime you checked your phone again, Artemis wasn't exactly fond of social media so it was uncommon of her to text you, still sharing pictures or funny things could happen, why not?

With the anxiety in its peak you opened Jason's chat. You weren't really sure what was the problem until you realised something, Bizarro, sweet big Bizarro was using your Spotify account and despite having a bunch of playlists you had one, one with your deepest dirtiest thoughts... Hopefully Bizarro didn't expose you but the situation was pointing in that direction.

You bit your lip with your face contorted into a mix of worry, anxiety and fear, but when you were about to engage in the conversation and put an end to your suffering despite the consequences Constantine opened a portal and you three had to go. The energy was taking time to return to your body, so you stayed at the House of Mystery's gothic and beautiful sofa feeling like a very anxious and tired jelly.

You freezed and then acted in the most immature way. Your body sank into the sofa as your eyes focused on the chimney, angry fire burning and dim light illuminating the dark room, your body and some relics that John kept inside the house here and there. You took off your black gloves hiding your face behind your shaking hands ignoring your phone after evading a bullet Jason shot or that, actually, you shot to yourself. Silence was so noisy.

No matter how warm the living room was, you felt cold and so disappointed, who was James? Who? the only James you knew was the lilac haired guy from Pokémon and still you imagined a whole relationship with a non-existent person, great! Being honest shouldn't be so hard but fear, fear was so strong. Your life was a mess, one that you were trying to hold onto hard but that was crumbling little by little.

Jason wasn't reacting any better. At the beginning the scenario was funny, Bizarro was enjoying himself, then the situation made Jason feel a sparkle of excitement, he couldn't wait to tease the hell out of you and see what would happen, no one ever had created such unholy playlist for someone they wanted as friend. The moment he noticed his thoughts going too far from him, he stopped in his tracks and texted you.

Artemis saw the scene develop in front of her eyes, but once Jason ended up completely dumbfounded she knew something was wrong. Jason placed his phone aside and got ready to take a cold shower, damn expectations. Your relationship rested in a comfortable yet unhealthy uncertainty and neither you or Jason were brave enough to do something about it.

Who the fuck was that James?

[cas-backwards-tie]

I Know Him?

Jason Todd x Latina!Reader

Request: Hi I read your dick x Latina reader earlier this week and it was amazing so I was wondering if your not to busy if you can do a Jason Todd and Latina reader ? Where she is mad at him for coming home late not knowin he is red hood and cusses him out in Spanish and he tries to keep her from murdering him idk 😂? If not it’s fine 😁❤️

Warnings: CURSING... a lot of cursing. 

A/N: I’m sorry my requests are taking me so long! I’ve been really busy with the holidays and trying to register for community college.

Translations:

▲ ángel = angel

▲ “Un Idiota? Ay Dios mio..” = “An Idiot? Oh my God...”

▲ la Virgen = the virgin (virgin mary)

▲ el diablo = the devil

▲ “whatever puta que estas follando” = “whatever slut you’re fucking”

▲ “Crees que esto es chistoso,” = “you think this is funny,”

Listening to the jingling of keys and the tell-tale sound of the keys turning in the lock, unlocking the door which is slowly being opened, I clench my jaw. Watching the light from the hallway start to flood the living room slowly, I flick on the lamp set atop the couch-side table. 

Not being able to contain my smile, I watch as Jason jumps a little, dropping his keys as he holds his hands up, quickly dropping them back to his side. “What the hell Y/N! Don’t do that! Why the hell were you just sitting in the dark-”

“waiting for you” , “-waiting for me” Jason and I spoke simultaneously.

“Why were you wai-” Jason started to walk over, slowly dropping his bag from his shoulder to the floor beside the coffee table.

“-waiting for you? Who do you think I am, ángel?” I sit one of my legs atop the other, crossing my arms as I tap away at my shoulder, brows slightly furrowing. “What do you take me for?! Un Idiota? Ay Dios mío... Jason...”

“No! Of course not! Why would I think you’re stupid? Babe, what’s going on?!” Jason kneeled in front of me, one hand on my leg. His eyes starred into my own, searching and pleading for the answer he was searching for. Stupidly, he shouldn’t have to ask.

“What do you mean ‘what’s going on?!’, Jason I am not stupid! Okay? This needs to end or I swear to la Virgen, that you’ll be spending the rest of your days con el diablo! I can’t believe I ever trusted you...” My facade falters a bit as the end of my sentence starts to droop with my sadness elevating. A whole rush of emotions runs through me as it had before when I realized what was truly going on.

“Trusted me? Needs to end? What the HELL are you talking about Y/N?! US? Do WE need to end?!” Jason gestures between me and himself rapidly, his emotions escalating as well. Standing up to meet him, I get on his eye level.

“Mierda! Jason! What the hell! Do I really need to spell it out for you? You need to END this with whatever puta que estás follando!” 

“In English?” Jason frowns, putting a hand on his hip.

“Ahhh... Crees que esto es chistoso, huh?! YOU NEED TO FUCKING END IT WITH WHATEVER FUCKING SLUT YOU’RE SLEEPING WITH, YOU MORON!” I try to control the rage flowing through me as I ball my fists up, trying myself as I withhold from throwing or hitting something.

“What?” Jason asks in a hurt voice, his hands dropping to his side, no longer balled-up. His surprise takes me back, I will admit to that... but I wasn’t expecting this... he’s just faking! I know it! He has to be! “Y/N... wha- why would you think that?” Jason shakes his head slightly from side to side, “why would you think I’m cheating on you?” Jason’s voice starts to hint towards anger again.

I take a deep breath before answering. “Who else stays out till fucking three A M, Jason?! Why else would you come home late, refuse to wear clothes that show where she probably left fucking marks and why can’t you even look at me?! Why would you fucking act sketchy every night? HUH?! I’m not FUCKING stupid Jason! I’m not oblivious, either! Maricon.” I cross my arms again, turning to the window as I can’t bear to look at him.

I hear Jason take a deep breath before he speaks again, “Come with me...” 

“What?” I turn to him, confused.

“Come with me!” he takes a hold of my hand a little too forcibly for my liking as he drags me toward the door.

“Right now?”

“Yes, right fucking now Y/N! When else?!” Jason throws the door open, grabbing his keys he stuffs them into his pocket carelessly.

“You.... want me to go down there?” I point towards the man-hole Jason had uncovered, face contorted with disgust.

“...Yes, Y/N. Just go, already!”

“No!”

“Why not?” Jason rolls his eyes.

“because you’re trying to kill me!”

“Darling... if I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead by now...”

“AND THAT’S SUPPOSED TO HELP?! What the hell, Jason!” 

“Please... Y/N, just trust me.” Jason begged with his cutest puppy-dog eyes which he knew I just couldn’t resist.

“Fuck you,” I give him a pointed look as I make my way down the ladder.

As I hear Jason jump down the last few rings to the ground I turn around. “And now?” I ask him, implying his stupidity. 

“Just follow me” Jason leads the way as he turns on the flashlight with his phone.

“I mean seriously... Killer Croc lives down here, you know? We could literally be EATEN right now!” I hug myself tightly as I look around hurriedly, paranoid of my thought turning into reality.

“Babe... trust me... He won’t. He doesn’t live down here anymore, he’s in the most heavily-guarded prison in this country! Plus, I would never bring you down here if I was sure it wasn’t safe.” Jason speaks confidently, as if he’s the best boyfriend in the world... yeah, well we’ll see about that. I make a ‘hmph’ noise as I try to keep up with his fast pace.

“safe, maybe... but sure as hell not sanitary.” I mumble to myself as I catch up to him, opening a door labeled “Fallout Shelter”

“Where the hell are we even going? I swear... Jason.... if you bring me into some illegal shit... if you’re a drug dealer? We’re gonna have a big problem!” I speak loudly, hopeful he’ll hear me as he’s farther into the room already. Quickly shielding my eyes from the blinding light which I assume Jason had turned on, I eventually adjust and bring my arm down.

“Well... drug dealer, no... I actually kind of try to bust them, that’s more of my thing.” I look around the huge space, inspecting the old structure but the new computer and recently cleaned shelf. I scan the shelves until I reach a photo of... Batman and Robin? “What the? Jason! Come loo-”

“You don’t have to yell... I’m literally right here.” I turn to see Jason right behind me.

Turning to look at my surroundings one more time I notice the faint painting on one of the unused walls. GCPD Fallout Shelter... “Ohhhh.... my God!” I whisper-yell, “Jason please tell me this isn’t what I think it is....”

“I guess that’d depend on wha-”

“But I thought he didn’t work with the GCPD.... that wouldn’t make sense... but then again, it technically would because the police never really try to-”

“If you weren’t rambling then maybe I’d tell you what this i-”

“NO! We need to leave right now! What if Batman comes back?!”

Jason starts laughing...

“This isn’t funny Jason! Do you know what Batman would do to us for trespassing?!” I turn to head for the exit again before Jason grabs my arm, his laughter dying down. “Come on!”

“Babe... Batman’s not coming back.”

“How do you know that?” My eyes widen in fear... did he kill Batman?! But.... Jason isn’t capable of that...

“This isn’t the Batcave Babe... I can promise you that.”

“How do you know?” I repeat once more.

“Are there any bat-symbols in here?”

I inspect the room once more... “nnnnnnn....- YES! There!” I point towards the.... “No, no, no, no, nooooo.... tell me you did NOT find this!” I walk closer to the suit which stands in a glass casing. Red Hood... this was Red Hood’s secret lair or whatever. 

“Y/N,” Jason sighs from behind me, his steps sounding closer. “I am the Red Hood.” 

I turn to look at him with a smirk and raised brow. “You're... serious.” I turn back to the glass casing, inspecting the suit, looking over to the red helmet beside it. 

“I’m not cheating on you Y/N... I just didn’t want to bring you into all of this.”

“And you didn’t already do that by just dating me... already?”

“Ehhh... so maybe not my best idea, but still. I mean, I was going to tell you at some point, I just wanted to make sure I could trust you... you know?” Jason rubs the back of his neck out of nervousness.

“I get it... I just...” Now it’s my turn to sigh, “I wish I didn’t think you were cheating.”

“Trust me... me too, Doll.” Jason steps closer to me.

“But how do I know this is true? Like what if you’re just Red Hood’s friend or something?” I turn towards him, searching his eyes.

“If you really want, you can ask Batman.” Jason offers over his shoulder as he walks over to the ginormous computer to my left. 

“You know Batman? Like you know who he really is?!” I jump a little as I excitedly jog over to him. 

“Oh trust me... I know him better than most.” Jason says snidely, making my heart wrench a little. 

“w-wait.... is that why?” I throw my hand over my shoulder, gesturing back. “Is that why you have a picture of...” I turn to look back towards the photo on the shelf. “... you were him... you were Robin... but that means... that means... you told me you never actually died, everyone just thought you did... even Bruce.” 

“That’s... not exactly true.”

“but if you were Robin... that means... well... I mean... who was Batman then?”

“You’re closer than you’d think.”

“Noo....” Jason looks over at me with a raised brow, “No!” He tilts his head, “Really?” I let out a disbelieving breath. “But I’ve met him! I know him!”

“Yuuppp...”

“NO WAY! Where’s the Batcave? I need to call him now...” I see Jason roll his eyes at me, smiling as I reach into my back pocket to retrieve my phone.

“Hey,” Jason stops me by putting his hand on my forearm.

“Yeah?”

“We’re okay... right? Like... you and me... we’re okay?”

“I mean honestly you’re gonna have to explain ALL this shit to me, but yeah... I mean... yeah... the Red Hood saves people, how could I complain about that?” I smile at him, happy at how our argument turned out, and happy that my fears aren’t true. Jason retracts his hand from my arm as I unlock my phone to call Bruce.