#Jason Todd x Single Mom Reader

[yandereforme]

Yan Batfam x Singer! Single mom! Martha lookalike! Reader

( I know it’s a lot but they are all important to the plot)

Part 1:Beginnings and first encounters

You are Bruce’s bio daughter. Your mom, who didn’t know who the father of her kid was, gave you up to your aunt to be raised by them, but you didn’t know until your adoptive parent’s funeral that you weren’t their biological daughter. You had twins recently with a shitty ex of yours who you broke up with not long before the funeral after he tried to hurt your daughter for crying.

After the funeral, where you learn that your bio mom wasn’t sure who your bio dad was, but that she knew he lived in Gotham, you decide to move to Gotham. In part due to your biological father, in part due to avoiding your ex(who had refused to be listed on the birth certificate since you gave birth during a break in your relationship), and in part due to the basically free house your bio mom had owned in Gotham. So, you moved with the twins to an abandoned, slightly dilapidated house just outside of Crime Alley, and got yourself to work.

You got a job at the Ice berg Lounge, in part due to there being an opening, and in part due to you helping two women who worked there who apparently worked right under Mr. Cobblepot?

You quickly got a reputation as a singer with a knack for knowing just what song fit a customer. It was a bit of a game between you and the other workers, where they would point out a person and you would sing a song based on their vibes. You always managed your hit home with your songs, leading to you becoming one of the most popular performers at the Iceberg Lounge.

That’s what leads to Red Hood coming in one night. He had heard about you from a few of his men, and wanted to know what all the hype was about.(This take place after the Red Hood arc, where he has already been established as a crime boss and the Batfamily know his identity, but he hasn’t made up with any of them)

Cobblepot asked you to sing a song for Red, and pointed him out to you. You knew who he was, you were just outside his area, and honestly you kind of liked what he was doing for the community, so you were willing to preform, even offering to sing two songs about him(something you had only done a few times with regulars who you really liked.

Jason accepted. You started off with You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid by The Offspring. You didn’t usually do a lot of rock songs, but that song resonated with you when you looked at him.(Jason loved the song. It was angry but fighting music, and your voice was really good. He understood why so many of his men praised your music(he just couldn’t understand why you looked so familiar))

The next song was different. You didn’t usually sing two songs, and the few times you did, people tended to vary reactions, from shock to anger to accidentally setting off a break down. But you had promised. You just hoped Red Hood wouldn’t hate you for the next song(you didn’t understand why it felt so right to sing the next song, when it didn’t seem like a Red Hood song, but you didn’t want to question it now.)

Then, you sang Good for you by Olivia Rodrigo, and everyone froze. (Jason didn’t know how you knew this anger of his. How did you know how he felt about Bruce replacing him? How did you know?) No one understood the song, especially when the recipient was a murderous crime boss, but they didn’t interrupt.

After you finished the song, you looked at Red Hood. He was sitting ramrod straight. You couldn’t see his face, but his posture was very tense. Slowly, he stood up, and walked to the stage. You didn’t know what you expected, but it wasn’t for him to drop $200 in your tip jar, and leave without a word.(Jason’s head was spinning. The green wasn’t invading, but it surrounded the edges of his vision. He needed to leave. He had to come back again, probably as a civilian, but for now, he needed to leave.)

After that, you got even more visitors, and a raise in your salary. You even made a new friend, Jason, and you were even starting to consider sending your kids to daycare instead of a baby sitter(you wouldn’t do that. You liked your arrangement with the street kids, where you would pay them in food and cash to watch your kids during the day. You liked taking care of them, but they needed to feel like they were doing stuff for you, so you didn’t make a fuss.)

Then, the Joker got out of Arkham.

Edit: I hope you guys enjoy this. This will probably be a series. I’ve had this idea for ages but never got around to it before now. This isn’t related to my Bruce or Jason series, which I will do, but I just wanted to finally put the on here. Please comment any suggestions for the kids names, or what you want to see next!

[siddyyyyyyyy]

Hello! How are you? Can I ask for Jason with a reader who is a firefighter and has a son? Jason went to a city for a mission and he gets involved with the fire department after the reader gets him out of a burning building and starts to get closer and develop feelings?

Reader is hesitant about getting involved with someone because of her son and her job, which most of the time puts them in the hospital. but well what is good does not always last forever, Batfam comes to get him. I got a little excited, sorry about that 😓😓 🌸🌸

On The Rescue

Red Hood x Reader

wc: 5.7K summary: Red Hood starts to fall for a firefighter, however, it's difficult warnings: reader has a son (6-8 years old), no y/n used, fire, injuries, light stalking? a/n: this was suggested to me in december and i just couldn't find any time to write, but i finally finished!! and i love this request!!!!! however i don't really feel like giving this a sad ending, so it's pure fluff and a tiny bit of angst. enjoy!! divider: @carnage-cathedral

Black smoke attacks Jason‘s lungs as he tries to catch another drug dealer, who got caught for selling drugs to minors. Unfortunately, the criminal escapes the warehouse fast enough, leaving Jason to slip up and be surrounded by the toxic smoke and furious flames. He ordered his goons to go after him, considering they are faster than him at the moment. As he gets back on his feet, he almost immediately slumps back down, not realising what‘s causing his sudden weakness quick enough. Turns out his mask let the smoke go through, having filled his lungs up already. With struggling breaths, he manages to get to the nearest window, trying not to inhale too much smoke, but it‘s impossible when everything around him is toxic gas.

This is it. Jason figures he can‘t possibly get out of here anymore, just like the last time. He can‘t escape death this time.

You were checking up on your son through a phone call, talking to him and reassuring him that you will be back home soon. As usual, he whines about missing you, wanting to tell you more about his day at school and what he learned in biology today. Unfortuantely, the call ends short as you hear the alarm go off inside the fire department, signaling an emergency. Your dad takes the phone back from your son, letting you know that he has everything under control, before ending the call.

Arriving at the scene, you get chills at the sight of a warehouse being under furious flames. The exteriour isn‘t as damaged, however spikes of high flames are escaping the open crashed windows. Your colleagues make sure the light forest around it won‘t get affected by it, ensuring a possible chain reaction. Getting your heavy equipment ready, you finally start to eliminate the large spots first. Another worker starts up the ladder to get to the second floor, signalling for you to get up there and continue to extinguish the chaotic flames from inside.

As you go up the ladder, you notice a car being parked next to the warehouse, realising it doesn‘t look like it got abandoned here long ago. A rush of adrenaline rushes through you, starting to work as fast as you can. Finally, once the larger flames are down, you climb inside, ducking to search for someone inside. After getting used to the dark smoke around you, the body comes clearer into your view.

You don‘t waste any more time and start to drag the unconscious person out, managing to throw him over your shoulder and climb back into the supporting ladder.

Once outside and in fresh air, you set him down onto the ground and pause once you take him in. It‘s the Red Hood. With a cracked mask.

While your coworkers are busy extinguishing the fire inside the warehouse, you take the opportunity to cover his face with your own gas mask. You make sure to bring the vigilante into a stable position and wait for more back up, staying by his side. His pulse is weak and his breathing sounds more painful than anything else. The only sounds being the fire crackling and the loud process of extinguishing the fire.

Ambulance manage to arrive quickly, quickly taking Red Hood under their wing.

Jason catches a glimpse of your uniform and name card before being pulled back into unconsciousness, falling back into an empty sleep.

You stay by his side as the paremedics take care of him, giving them space. They take the gas mask off you pulled over his head to protect him, growing worried for whatever reason. Once the situation clears up and he‘s stable, you exchange a look with the medics. There‘s a silent understanding among the group, collectively agreeing that no one will expose him at any cost.

The irritating peeping takes Jason out of his peaceful rest, groaning under his breath as he cracks his eyes open. He takes the room in, realising it‘s the hospital and his lung feels like he smoked sixty packs of cigarettes the other night. He turns his head to glance at the heart monitor, noticing it‘s gradually speeding up. A nurse comes in a moment after, possibly here to check on him and figure out why his heart is freaking out. Coming inside, she stops in her tracks before starting to treat him as usual.

»How are you feeling, sir?«

He doesn‘t respond, instead taking more steady breaths and focuses on staying relaxed. Hospitals freak him out, especially when he‘s in a critical condition like this.

»How long was I gone?«

»You slept through the night, it‘s evening again.« She responds kindly and checks up at the machine, reading off his status and scribbling something down into her files.

»You‘re lucky the firefighters noticed you were in the building fast enough. Without her, you wouldn‘t have gotten out again.« The nurse shakes her head lightly in sympathy, seeming way more talkative than Jason likes. There‘s one thing he still wonders about.

Where did they leave his suit at and how is it possible they treated him without any question?

His eyes shoot back up at her, making her tense briefly.

»We left your… costume back in our ambulance. Your cosplay was really good. It‘s got a hole now, though.« She admits, waiting for some kind of reaction. There isn‘t much of a reaction, getting a simple nod in return before he tries to speak up.

»Can I get it back and leave?«

He croaks out, voice still strained from the amount of smoke he inhaled earlier. The other nods quickly, not wanting to argue in the first place.

»Sure thing. The doc needs a final check up before I ca— «

»No... Now.«

Jason interrupts, sitting up on the bed. There‘s a hint of hesitation until the nurse finally nods and gets out of the room, hopefully on the way to give his suit back.

Finally out from the incredibly white and clean building, Jason makes his way back to his small base, making sure not to overwork his lungs at the same time. He lands with a loud thud back inside, groaning as he stretches his muscles out. His goons notice him, Bob greeting him.

»We caught him, boss. Are you okay, though? Did something happen?«

»Did you lock him up?«

Bob pauses briefly before he finally processes his questions and nods.

»We did. Roger is still interrogating him and searches up all the kids he wronged.«

Jason nods in relief and sighs out, stretching his back out again. He dismisses Bob and gets to his private room first, needing a proper shower and another check up on his injuries.

In the shower, he notices a large wound across his side, being bandaged up and stitches professionally. After a careful shower and carefully putting on fresh clothes, he sets into his office and starts his research about the local fire department and the clinic he spent a night in. There is nothing interesting from the clinic, and the nurse that took care of him didn‘t seem suspicious, if not the most innocent looking person he‘s ever seen. Focusing back on work, he searches up the website of the fire department and hopes to find some name that‘s close to what he remembers seeing that evening. Scrolling through the profiles of the staff and studying the group picture, he finally spots a familiar looking person. It‘s all for his safety. No need to be as paranoid.

He clicks on your picture and analyses it, recognising the uniform and jerks up at the crash outside, It sounded like some kind of glass plate fell down, but he wants to check on it, just to be sure. Stepping outside, he can only muster the sight of another one of his goons and his little niece. The smaller child giggles and hides away behind his uncle‘s leg, peeking out to Jason.

Jason blinks, waiting for Charles to speak up.

»Oh, hey Red Hood. We, uh… you know, I accidentally broke this glass, but I‘ll clean up—«

»Don‘t slice your fingers open. And get the other kids away from sharp stuff.« Jason huffs out, mildly annoyed but would hate to show aggression in front of a kid. Without further argument, Jason enters his room, settling into his squeaky chair and focuses back on his computer screen.

⁛

I‘m crazy, I shouldn‘t think too much of it, she was just doing her job and it‘s so obvious that no one would reveal my stupid identity as a firefighter, they could easily set me on fire or worse if—

His inner monolgue cuts short once Bob appears in his room, an uncosciusness body in his arms. A… familiar one. One he has been worried about for what seems like more than a week.

Jason almost gasps dramatically as he quickly off his chair and approaches Bob.

»Bob, I swear—«

But he doesn‘t let him talk and shakes his head, wearing a stupid grin on his face.

»Boss! I noticed your growing concern, so I took care of it. She‘s all yours,« And with that, Jason‘s goon hands over the limp body of yours, settling you into his larger arms.

Jason stills and holds you almost protectively, not wanting to accidentally hurt you.

»Did you knock her out?«

»Just gave her some light drugs. Should go away in an hour or two.«

So, that‘s why he prefers working alone again. Bob, or his goons in general, had always found a way to try and take care of his problems in hopes to get to his better side. Unfortunately, it doesn‘t always work, and they never learn. This is the proof that he should start setting boundaries with them.

Awkwardly, he paces around his office until he places you down on the couch, making sure to adjust your clothes that were wrinkled up from all the carrying around. With a heavy exhale, he sits down on his chair and runs his hand through his hair. He eventually puts his helmet back on and waits for you to wake up, being slightly nervous.

After some tension filled minutes, you finally seem to stirr awake and groan lightly. He watches you stretch your arms lightly, noticing your eyes blink open. At first, you seem peaceful and calm, as if you are waking up at your own home. That is, until you realise it‘s some stranger‘s office. Tensing up, your eyes meet the white slits of Red Hood and you almost jerk up from the jumpscare. Jason straightens himself in his chair and tries to look less intimidating, recognising the anxious look on your face.

»Sorry about this unwanted location change — a miscommunication between my collleagues,« he holds his hand up slightly, wanting to be as nice as he can, »My apologies. So...let‘s start with a question.«

He tilts his head a bit to the side, taking in your expression again. You still seem tense and watch his every move, waiting for something to go down, but nothing happens. It‘s unusually quiet in his office, hoping he won‘t grow awkward.

»Where‘s my son?«

You ask instead, keeping a steady voice. Now, he‘s caught off guard again. He didn‘t know you had a child at all. He didn‘t stalk you enough for that.

»I can ensure you, we do not have him here.« He tries to reassure you, but quickly realises that probably sounds bad too. Fortunately, Bob storms into the office, trying to hold back a kid by his wrist, his breathing ragged.

»What did you feed him, lady?!« He pants out and lets go of your son, letting him skip to you and settle at your lap. Jason watches with a frown, his strong glare even shining through the slits of his mask as he stares at his goon.

Bob catches the sign and steps out of the office, silently closing the door again. Finally, is gaze settles back to the pair in front of him, feeling incredibly guilty to have dragged you into this. Jason sighs out quietly and starts again, sounding more apologising.

»I‘m so sorry… miscommunication. Again.«

You frown at him and keep a frim grip around your son, keeping him close to your chest.

»You should really work on that, maybe talk to your colleagues.« You retort back, making him dip his head in shame. It quickly fades before he speaks up once more, trying to be as polite as possible.

»Again, I sincerely apologise. I can… i could offer you support with your kid and send you some essentials for a month or two, as a proper apology.« He offers kindly and hopes you‘d agree and not fight him, glancing down at your son briefly. Speaking of, he seems rather fascinated by Red Hood. His innocent gaze stays on his red, shiny mask, studying his cool leather jacket and the work table behind him. It‘s all it takes for Jason to soften his expression, ready to spoil your son with anything. Surprisingly, you shake your head and deny his offer.

»No, thanks. I don‘t need help from a drug lord.«

That hurt, Jason has to admit. But he accepts your response and instead watches your son in your lap. Your son looks up at you before he looks back at him, doing a poor job on concealing his curiousity.

Jason stands off his chair and nods towards the door, finally offering a way out.

»I can drive you back. I don‘t trust my colleagues anymore. Where do you guys live?« Without further waiting, he takes a candy bar out of his pocket and hands it to your son, getting out of his office with the pair of you following.

⁛

Jason didn‘t mean to study or memorise the time you went and returned from work, or at what time your son gets off from elementary school. It just happened, after dropping you off at home that night. That means for Jason to regularely watch your son get picked up after school either from your dad or yourself. And it didn‘t mean anything to him. He just wants to keep his identity safe and your son too, at the same time.

You noticed a large bag just outside your door, the morning after he dropped you off, and you considered not taking it inside for a while, until your son came running by your side to investigate too. And you couldn‘t really deny his pleading eyes to take it in and see what‘s inside, to see what mister Red Hood brought by your doorstep.

Setting the bag on the counter, you check the contents of it and glance back at your son, Adam.

»What is it?«

He asks curiously and excitedly waits for you to reveal it, already on his tiptoes. You take in the contents of it, eventually taking them out onto your counter. It‘s mostly essentials like food or hygiene, but there‘s also a toy of a fire truck inside, possibly for your son. Without thinking, Adam takes it, eyes wide with excitement and light disbelief. He goes on to test it out, discovering the siren mode and the way the tiny lights turn blue and red at the same time. It‘s clear that he‘s more than fascinated, and he tried to convince you to bring it to school with him. Obviously, it didn‘t work, but there‘s a chance he‘ll sneak it into his bag pack anyway.

After sorting the items in, you finally manage to get ready for work, but not without taking your son to school first.

While you are at work, you think about the interaction you had with Red Hood just last night. The fact that you rescued him from a burning warehouse was one thing, but getting kidnapped by one of his goons is another. You don‘t want to imagine how they kindapped Adam, but considering how cheerful and awfully normal he is, you assume they didn‘t do anything to hurt him. At least one aspect about the infamous vigilante is somewhat adorable. But the fact that a so called ‘Bob‘ knocked you out on your way home still lingers in the back of your mind.

Meanwhile, Adam gets out of school and decides to walk back home on his own. It‘s not that far anyway and he has his new toy in his hands, that reminds him both of his mom and the cool guy with a red helmet. Walking his way down a street, he is too busy watching the funky lights play on and off at his firetruck to notice a darker figure on the opposite side.

Jason wanted to see who would pick him up today, but no one showed up. It made him feel uneasy, and the fact that this kid is walking alone is making him feel strange about the situation. Finally, he crosses the street and walks a little behind Adam. It may seem creepy from another perspective — and Jason is well aware — but he just wants to take care of the little kid. He is just glad the sun is out today, or else he would definitely get suspected even more.

But before Jason could accompany Adam fully to his home, the smaller boy glances behind him with an arched eyebrow. Seems like he noticed the bigger guy, who looks like a bodybuilder from any children‘s perspective.

»Why are you following me?«

Jason stops in his tracks, not having expected for him to actually turn around and confront him directly. He seemed totally distracted just a moment ago.

»I‘m your mom‘s friend. Remember? I, uh...«

He hesitates on what to say next, unsure if he can actually trust this kid to keep his identity a secret.

»I actually got you that toy.« He finished his sentence and hopes this won‘t make him end up in a cell. Adam, however, stays stoic, his eyes glancing down at the small firetruck. There‘s a moment of silence and an air of tension until he speaks again.

»If it‘s true, then show me how it works.«

He decides, handing over the smaller truck to Jason.

Not even ten years old and this young man knows how to catch a massive guy off guard. But nevertheless, Jason takes the toy and clicks on the button that makes the lights turn on. He also carefully pulls the ladder out that‘s attached to it, showing it to Adam.

»There. Convinced yet?«

In reality, Jason hopes the kid isn‘t convinced, so he can get out of the trouble he is in now. But by the looks of the kid‘s eyes, he seems more than convinced, if not star-struck. Finally, Adam takes back his functional fire truck and takes Jason by his hand, trusting him fully.

Moments later, the pair is back at your home as Jason gets his ears talked off by your talkative son. He tells him about his day at school and the interesting stuff he learned there while showing him the whole house.

God bless, Jason isn‘t one of the evil drug lords.

Now, he spends his time sitting on the floor with your son, patiently listening to him while fixing his toys that broken through the years. It‘s soothing his mind, if not comforting, getting to babysit a bubbly but nice kid.

»Adam? Who‘re you talking to?«

Jason didn‘t even hear the keys jingle at the door or your footsteps. Now he is trouble. He simply hopes you recognise his face from rescuing him that night and won‘t freak out further.

Once you come into view, he awkwardly waves and gives you a polite smile.

Obviously, you pause and keep your eyes strictly on him, the pieces slowly coming together. Adam is oblivious to the tension in your body language and introduces him to you.

»This is Jason! He knows how the truck works and he fixes all my things. He‘s cool.«

Your son nods to emphasise his words and smiles too, proudly showing his teeth. You simply chuckle awkwardly and keep Jason in your sight.

The bigger man simply finished repairing the toy and puts it back on the floor with the other various stuff.

»I‘ll… be leaving then.« He mutters out, getting off the floor, ruffling the little guy‘s hair before walking past you into the hallway. Adam shoots you another smile before returning his attention to his repaired toys.

You quickly follow Jason into the hallway, blocking the front door before he can leave without another word.

»Jason, huh? Did you stalk us and put a tracker in all of his toys, or what? What do you want?«

You question immediately and cross your arms, showing off the light muscles from your work. He has to snap back, not wanting to get overwhelmed by your questions.

»No, God, no… This seems creepy, but trust me, I never harm children. And I accidentally crossed paths with Adam, he just so happens to be talkative.« He realises that will make you more upset, so he tries to save it.

»Uh— you can take a visit to my base, I let the children of my coworkers live with us. Give them shelter. They‘re all sweethearts.«

He shrugs, also crossing his arms while awaiting your answer. You seem to contemplate it, if not actually consider this option. He sees you shake your head, exhaling lightly.

»No, thanks. I have enough stuff to do. Just don‘t cross paths with my son again. Please.«

You watch him nod quickly, taking his boots on again to leave.

After the rather nerve wrecking conversation for the both of you, you return to the living room and sit onto the couch. Adam glances up at you, laying the fixed toys in front of you.

»Look, he did that. He even fixed my favourite, grandpa couldn‘t do that...«

You remember the day your father gave up on fixing that toy, having left Adam sad for the rest of the day. It‘s refreshing to see it fixed up, looking as good as new. Shaking your head, you try to change the topic.

»How was school today?«

But instead of receiving his usual rambles, he groans and throws his head back.

»I told Jason everything, I don‘t want to repeat it. But it was interesting!« He shrugs and takes up all his toys, carefully carrying them back into his room. He left you in the living room, making you contemplate your previous hate for Jason.

⁛

The next mornings are spent by explaining your son why Jason can‘t come over every day after school to play games with him or show him what stuff he learned in school. Adam has a hard time accepting it, ending up grumpy and a little more sassy than usual for the rest of the school walk.

It‘s not until your father is too busy to take care of your son one evening while you have a night shift. Sighing out and swallowing your pride, you ask your son.

»Did Jason tell you how we could contact him?«

Adam narrows his eyes before he nods, crossing his arms and tilting his chin up.

»But he said only to use it in emergencies.« That‘s new. Blinking, you ask again.

»And where is ‘it‘?«

»On my fire truck.« He smiles proudly, letting you guess where it is. It‘s almost like he‘s turning the tables by also indirectly telling you “I told you so.“.

»...Is it in your schoolbag?« You take a guess and it‘s unsurprisingly correct, making Adam grow a little sheepish.

Moments later, he shows you the emergency button, built in the bottom of his fire truck, making you a little impressed.

»And what did he say would happen if you press it?«

»He‘ll run as fast as possible.«

Right. Let‘s test that theory, your shift is about to start in half an hour.

Adam presses the button and looks out the window from the living room, waiting not as patiently. You stay beside him at the kitchen counter and also peek into the living room, curious as to how Jason will appear in the next few minutes.

The vigilante gets a notification at his wristband and checks on it, recognising the call name he saved on it. Immediately, he leaves his office and makes his way to your apartment, cutting off cars and running over red lights on his bike. He gets there exactly three minutes later, climbing easily in through the window.

His eyes scan over the living room, noticing your head peek out from the kitchen. He approaches, keeping his hand by his thigh holster. »You alrigh‘?« His voice sounds a little rougher than usual, probably coming from his ragged breaths.

You nod and glance down at Adam by the kitchen table, watching the two of you with curiousity.

»Yeah… just wanted to ask if you could take care of Adam while I‘m at work. Nightshift.«

Jason pauses before he snaps back and nods slowly, glancing between Adam‘s poor concealed smile and your sheepish demeanor. But it doesn‘t take much convincing before he nods, eventually relaxing himself.

»Sure. Scared me with that signal though...«

Once you left him a check list for things to do, he is left alone with Adam. Your son seems ecstatic to hang out together with Jason, which doesn‘t surprise him one bit.

First thing on the list is to go grocery shopping together with Adam and eventually eat food, then try to lay Adam into bed not too late. Taking the challenge as granted, he walks to the next grocery shop with the little one and makes sure to hold his hand. Adam insisted to take a shopping cart together, and ended up sitting inside while Jason pushed him around. They managed to get all the needed items and get back home. The little guy helped with sorting the items back into the shelfs and cabinets, while Jason mostly helps him to get to the high shelfs. Safe to say, your son is already having a great time.

They both reheated the meal from the lunch from earlier, eating together at the dinner table with some youtube on Jason‘s phone. Jason feels proud of his achievement, having done everything and it‘s almost bed time for Adam. He never thought that babysitting an elemntary student would be so easy, if not entertaining. Damian, for example, was never like Adam. But then again, he can‘t compare children… especially, since Damian was raised to be an assassin.

»Can we watch some of my stuff?«

Adam cuts his train of thoughts, making him look back at him at the opposite of the table. Jason shrugs and nods, taking his phone again.

»Sure. What‘ve you got?«

The smaller boy smiles lightly and answers him, watching Jason‘s reaction at the same time.

»Do you know Scooby-Doo?«

Jason blinks at his questions and looks up from his phone to Adam, narrowing his eyes at him.

»You know Scooby-Doo?«

Adam nods eagerly and seems to get impatient, wanting to watch his favourite show.

»My mom loves it, she showed it to me. I think that Shaggy is really funny, and I like his dog.« Your son tells Jason with a nod of his head, trying to peek over Jason‘s phone to see if he is already searching it up. The taller guy chuckles softly and eventually stands off the chair, nodding to the bedroom of Adam.

»C‘mon, get ready for bed, and we‘ll watch some episodes.«

The little boy jumps off his chair and gets to his room, eventually changing into his sleep wear and gets ready in the bathroom. Jason gives him some privacy and stays in the kitchen until he hears Adam‘s excited yell for him to get into his room and watch his favourite show. A light smile grows on his face as he enters his room, sitting on the edge of the bed and props up the phone in front of them, letting a random episode begin to play.

Adam pays attention to the show and stays seated comfortably inside his blanket beside Jason. It‘s peaceful and rather wholesome, and Jason tries his best not to dream of having his own kid some day.

After all of the stuff he has done today, Jason‘s eyes grow heavier and his head lays back against the headboard, slowly falling into a light nap beside the little boy. Adam notices immediately but doesn‘t comment on it, considering that he should rest. He takes his phone and simply lays the blanket over Jason‘s lap, sharing his blanket with him. The show gets cut off as Adam shuts the phone down, laying it near Jason, before he lays down too and gets to sleep.

You get off work somewhere after midnight, getting told to go home from your boss, considering it‘s a quiet night. Finally home, you do your best on being quiet, noticing the silent apartment. Seems like Jason took good care of Adam, but you‘re unsure if he actually stayed for the night or not. You offered him to just go back home once he gets Adam into bed, but he seemed determined to stay by his side. As you walk into Adam‘s room, you notice not one, but two people on the bed. The door creaks lightly as you open it further, jerking Jason awake from his rest.

He didn‘t even realise he was asleep. He carefully gets out of bed and tucks the kid into the blanket before he gets out of the room.

You quirk an eyebrow at him, slightly amused at his rather dishevelled appearance.

»Who fell asleeo first?« You joke quietly, making Jason almost get defensive. He releases a soft huff of amusement, rubbing the back of his neck.

»Probably me. My fault, got too comfortable.«

He admits quietly and glances back at the door, before his eyes fall back to yours. You remain quiet for a moment until you speak up again.

»Did everything go well? Nothing happened?« He shakes his head and smiles lightly at the memory of Adam‘s earlier rants and rambles about everything and anything, remembering how talkative he is.

»No, he was nice. Talked a lot.« He reassures you, taking in you in again, »Need help with anything else? You‘re probably tired after work and it‘s...« He scrambles for his phone in his pocket, trying to check the time. But you are faster than him, finishing off his sentence.

»One-thirty. I know, but I don‘t anything anymore. You can go home.«

He hums softly in acknowledgement and tucks his phone away again,taking a brief moment to collect himself.

»Right, then, I‘ll...« He trails off as he gestures to his shoes by the entrance, knowing he should leave already. You nod and step aside for him, watching as he puts his boots back on. He straightens up again and stands before you, feeling rather awkward at the moment. You hear him clear your throat, taking you out of your thoughts.

»Good night… uhm— get home safe.« You tell him as he reaches for the doorknob, pausing in his action for a moment. He nods lightly and finally steps out of the door, stopping to face you again.

»Next time, call me if you need a babysitter.«

⁛

Bruce‘s frown deepens as he works at his batcomputer, doing his best to come up with any excuse to reason the scene he sees before him. It is pretty obvious, there‘s Jason, holding a kid by his hand as he walks down a street. It‘s not Lian, that‘s for sure, so who is this other child? Did he miraculously adopt one? Maybe he was just babysitting one of his goon‘s kids. That‘s probably it. But then again… he doesn‘t look like any of the kids he saw before.

With a quiet grumble, Bruce shuts the computer off and gets to his batmobile, starting patrol. Hopefully, he‘ll meet Jason on the way and confront him about it.

Jason gets on his gear and starts patrol at approximately the same time, starting off his route at the Crime Alley. On the way to other areas, he stumbles across Batman and tries to find another route, but it seems like the Bat is purposfully getting to him. A light groan leaves Jason, but he stays put, eventually stopping and hopes the next conversation won‘t make him lose brain cells. He

»I have questions.«

Batman gets straight to the point, making Jason roll his eyes under the helmet, but he won‘t show his annoyance yet.

»Right. Go ahead.«

He is already expecting some kind of interrogation about the newest deals he made, but Batman looks less tense than usual.

»Who‘s that kid?«

Jason wants to literally throw himself over that building, but it would only make him break some bones. He visibly tenses up but keeps composed, crossing his arm in a relaxed manner.

»What kid?« He counters, trying to avoid the question as best as he can.

»Grey hoodie, probably in third grade, bright red school bag.«

Batman lists off, watching Jason‘s body language closely.

He is in fourth grade. Is all Jason can think of and tries to remain stoic, eventually starting to walk to the edge of the building, making himself ready to get to another rooftop.

»Know nothing of a kid.« And he uses his grappling hook to get to escape to another rooftop, succesfully escaping this confrontation. Batman frowns lightly and watches his son get away yet again, making him once more disappointed. But he won‘t go after him, deciding to give him some space and try to research more on it.

It‘s not until Jason gets back to his safe house, he checks on his private phone and regrets turning it on. There are a few messages from his older brother, frowning in confusion. He opens his chat and blinks, it taking a moment to register what he sees. There‘s a picture of him and Adam, walking down the street, hand in hand. The height difference is funny, even to him, but he focuses on reading the caption.

Didn‘t know you adopted one yourself. What‘s his name, Jaybird? Am I an uncle now?

Jason‘s left eye twitches, and he realises why Bruce confronted him earlier. And he figures that Dick took that picture as well. How could he not notice that obnoxious bastard that day?

He ends up blocking his number, tossing his phone away into the couch.

sorry for taking so long, i had so many things to do and i usually don't take months for a request, but you also gave me a whole storyline that i had to plan through properly. thanks for the request again, hope you have great day/night!!

←MASTERLIST

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

POV: Jason x single mom reader?

"Mama?"

"What, baby?"

"Can I play games for a little bit?"

Jason looks up from where he was loading washing machines and smiled a little. It was an innocent exchange. As he watched you with the boy- presumably your son- touseling his hair and kissing his cheeks until he giggled. Distracting him for a second so you could get the washers started. He felt his heart melt just a little.

He'd always had a soft spot for moms and kids. Moms with rambunctious little boys especially. Maybe because he missed his mom after all this time. Maybe it was something else all together. But when you let your self be dragged to a pinball machine, Jason settles in with his book.

Listening.

The boy, he learned is called Ty. Probably short for Tyler. And he also learned that he missed his dad. Because dad hadn't called. Or showed up.

And that made Jason's heart twist. Poor kid. You were trying, so far as he could tell to cover for him. To keep your son from hearing you say bad things about his dad. Poor you.

It was enough for him to make a mental note to bring extra quarters- Just in case.

[asterias-record-shop]

𓆩[good guy (j.t.)]𓆪

okay but Jason Todd (titans!) falling for single mom reader…

He’s out late, finally back in with the Titans, trying to clear his head. His fingers itch in anticipation to take the drug the Scarecrow made, but he couldn’t, he wouldn’t.

At first, no offense, he thought you were stupid. Who walks around with their kid in the middle of the night? You wore some sweats and an oversized t-shirt, jacket over your shoulders as your son bounced next to you. “Momma, you remember that red guy we saw from the window one day?”

You froze. “What?”

“Yeah, the guy with the red hood! Or, helmet. Helmet.” He hummed as you squatted down, stroking his hair.

“Yeah baby, I know. Why are you saying something about him?”

“He’s jumping around,” Ozias says, looking around. “Oh! There he is!”

You quickly pick him up, fixing him on your hip. “Come on baby, we gotta go.”

It made Jason’s heart twist slightly as you cradled your son, looking around frantically as you walked past buildings. Jason followed you, interest peaked before he realized how deep you were going into Gotham, brows furrowing. Why would a girl like you live in such a dangerous place?

You ignored the howling of men, hand pulling your son’s face closer to your neck as you walked faster. Ozias looks up from your neck, quickly finding Jason and grinning, his small teeth straight and pretty. The young boy waves making Jason smile under the helmet, waving back before you turn a corner.

Jason quickly jumps to the building top as you try to go around a man, the tall figure quickly blocking you. “You’re late on rent, Y/N.”

“I just paid you! It’s not my fault you lose your money!” You try to slip around him before he grabs Ozias’ hoodie. “Hey! Let go of him-!”

Jason truly didn’t expect to be that pissed off at the movement, his gun going off way faster than he could think and the bullet shooting through your landlord’s side. It wasn’t the first time you saw someone get shot in front of you, but it was the first with Ozias in your arms.

He starts to wail, his ears ringing as you quickly cover his ears. You could barely understand what he was saying from the ringing of your own ears, Jason jumping down from the roof smoothly.

A gasp escapes from your lips as you stepped back, Jason sliding a suppressor onto his gun before shooting the man a few more times. You could hear the whizzing of the bullets as you begin to step back even more, keeping Ozias’ face tucked into your neck.

Jason exhaled as he puts the gun back into his holster, looking up at you. “You alright?”

You nodded. “Yes. Yes, thank you.”

He looks around. “You got another place to stay?”

You shake your head, but nod. “I’ll get a hotel closer to Gotham’s police department. Like they’ll do anything, but it’s better to try.”

Jason shakes his head. “Come on.”

You scoffed. “Why would I go anywhere with you?”

Ozias peaks out. “Momma, why can’t we go with Hood? Hood’s good guy.”

Jason grins under the mask, offering you his hand. “See? Little man’s got it. Hood’s good guy. He won’t hurt you.”

With that, you shift Ozias’ weight to your side, stepping over the body of your dead landlord and taking his hand. “Don’t make me regret this, Red Hood.”

He snorts. “I won’t.”

Taking his hand sealed the deal of being pulled into a world of havoc in Gotham and the want to get away from the Red Hood, but Jason Todd made you stay.

Will probably make this a series ong-

© asterias-record-shop

[julymusings]

Jason Todd x Single Mom!Reader

I've been plagued for many months now by the idea of jason todd x young single mom!reader. I literally made this blog this morning just to post this

this is so LONG try as i might to shorten it i've been itching to get all this out of me so enjoy this word vomit i might just make a full fic if i'm feeling extra frisky

You got pregnant in college, and now you’re fresh out of grad school moving to a new city with your 3 year old daughter

You got a job at Wayne Enterprises, leading an important new project. You and your colleagues are invited to the latest Wayne Gala, hosted at the billionaire’s own manor. All these years as a young mother and a student, you hadn’t any experience with such extravagance-- how could you say no?

the party lowkey sucks because it's all old rich people so you sneak out to a balcony where you find a young man drinking whiskey and texting on his phone.

he introduces himself as jason, and his hand is rough and calloused when you shake it, but it's warm and sends a tingle up your arm. (😏)

You chat about your work, he complains about the stuffiness of a life at Wayne Enterprises and you laugh when he warns you to get out while you can (he's joking, of course. not because he thinks it's worth staying but because if you leave he'd never be able to hear that adorable laugh again)

when you go off on a tangent about how excited you are for your project, he's not even listening anymore. the sheer passion that lights up your face has his mind going fuzzy and a full orchestra playing in the background

you're pulled back in before he can get your number :( he's so mopey all weekend he doesn't even have it in him to retaliate when damian makes fun of him for having pink pony club as his top song for this month :(

when you get home your email is flooded with warnings from other parents at your daughter's daycare about a lice scare?? okay, you think, she's definitely not going on monday, you can just bring her to work with you, right? what's the worst that could happen?

the following monday he just happens to show up at the office (He can't just stop by to say hi to his brother who he loves?) (tim calls security almost immediately)

you're not at your cubicle (in a meeting, your desk neighbor informs him) so he mills about the floor like a lost puppy just waiting for you to show up so he can "accidentally" run into you

the woman at the front desk has a chair pulled up next to hers where this little girl with pigtails is sitting, trying to console her as tears stream down her face

jason springs into action, kneeling in front of her chair to ask what's wrong

she just sniffles and holds up her stuffed animal, an elephant whose button eye has popped out, the woman watching her trying to get her to hand it over so she can sew it back on but she wont let go

he goes full grey's anatomy, fussing over the toy like it's in mortal peril and complimenting her for being so brave before gently asking if he can try to fix it

she lets him take it and he uses the woman's travel sewing kit to stitch it back on

she's ecstatic, leaping forward into his arms to give him a big hug

but now she won't let him leave because no he has to have a conversation with the elephant first and introduce himself and give it post-surgery care instructions and listen to it talk about how much she it wants a puppy and he feels like such an idiot talking to that thing but anything to make this little girl smile

she pulls a little picture book from the backpack hung on the back of her chair and asks him to read with her and he can't just say no!

so he plops down on the tile floor and starts reading out loud and even though she's standing next to him craning her neck to see the pictures he's a head taller than her

when you finish your meeting and head back to the front desk to thank gretchen for watching your kid the sight you see makes your heart absolutely melt

jason and your daughter are sitting criss-cross applesauce on the floor of Wayne Enterprises as he reads to her, and he's pulling out all the stops, he's doing voices, sound effects, and she's giggling so hard she can't sit up straight

but then they both finally notice you

"mommy!" she yells, running to you and wrapping herself around your leg

you're surprised to see him, but definitely not disappointed, and if what you just walked in on indicated anything, it was that you wanted, nay, needed this man

so now you're flushed and hopeful, mind running with possibilities of why he's here; could it be? he couldn't stop thinking about you either? he came all the way to ask you out?

but jason is also surprised, astounded even, by the miniature carbon copy clinging to your leg saying something about scooby snacks

he's freaking out on the inside

through a tight-lipped greeting he excuses himself with what he hopes is a neutral demeanor (spoiler alert: it's not) and goes home to think

and you obviously know exactly what that was about, one doesn't go through pregnancy at 19 without becoming well-acquainted with the whole catalogue of surprised/judgy reactions

of course you're a mess because the early/mid 20s dating scene is hard enough as it is but with a toddler? forget it, might as well just give up now

you go home to call your best friend and get drunk over face time while she assures you that men aint shit and offers to put a curse on him (you consider it, but how are you supposed to get a lock of his hair?)

he's up all night hating himself for being such an asshole and trying to come up with a scenario in which this works, in which he can have you in his life and also a child and be the red hood because he can't stop thinking about you

so then he just says fuck it and the next morning he shows up at your office with flowers and a puppy stuffed animal and finally asks you out

[cybergoth1]

beyond the cowl | prologue | batfamily x isekaide!reader

masterlist | chapter 01.

synopsis: ❛❛you're just a normal twenty-one-year old girl trying to navigate life with a shitty job and a useless degree. life isn't easy, and between expensive therapy sessions and the constant feeling of failure, you suddenly wake up in a body that wasn't yours, with a past that wasn't yours. now, in another dimension, you're dealing with the fact that you're a crucial part of the caped crusade that shaped bruce wayne's life. you're the second robin, the former girl wonder, and the vigilant gotham needed so much.❞

warnings/tags: swearing. reader being emotionally immature bc we love toxic women. no beta we die like jason todd. reader really needs her lexapro. alfred being a sweetheart in the end (pls lets pretend bane never killed him).

Sometimes you felt like they had lied to you. Straight to your face. Your friends, your family and your professors. 

They all made you believe that something important was out there, just waiting for you. They patted your back while you poured out your insecurities like the self-doubting idiot you are, and with the most convincing tone, told you that the world was your oyster. That opportunities are everywhere.

They said you shouldn't be that worried about getting a job. You still have plenty of time after graduating. Right? 

Right.

Their nice words turned out to be useless the moment you stepped out of college. Your dreams and expectations were shattered during your first month sending out resumes to every single company and agency you could find. And then, before you knew it, eight months had passed without you landing a decent job. The endless rejection emails and mounting bills started to make you lose sleep as you spent countless nights tossing and turning in your single bed.

That’s why you ended up here, one year later, in a café downtown, learning the difference between a flat white and a cappuccino for a living.

You wiped down the counter for the sixth time in the past half hour, keeping an eye out for any trace of coffee left by the last customer when he spilled it all over your hands and apron. The feeling of the cloth under your fingers was the only thing grounding you as your thoughts began to spiral for the third time that day. You couldn’t even hear the annoying hiss of the espresso machine or your manager's high-pitched voice nagging at you about some shit you didn't care about.

You only lifted your head when a customer called you by your name. It was the same high school kid who always ordered a caramel macchiato. Mia or something. Your mind wandered as you pulled a shot of espresso for the new order.

You shouldn’t be here.

You shouldn't be pretending your lifetime dreams were nothing. You shouldn’t be pretending that you feel fulfilled cleaning counters and serving people who barely looked up at your face while you handed them their orders.

You heard Mia asking for extra vanilla syrup.

Shit, that was so unfair to you. You did everything right; every single thing they told you to do. You checked all the boxes.

You got a degree, unlike half of your family, who barely finished high school. You didn’t get knocked up at sixteen, unlike your mom and older sister, and you didn’t get addicted to fucking alcohol, unlike your dad. So why are you still living like this — paycheck to paycheck, unable to afford dental care, healthcare, or even the most basic stuff like a new pair of shoes.

Deep down, you know why.

Poverty is an eternal, miserable, and unbreakable cycle — you were just naïve enough to think you could overcome it with simple actions. You kept your eyes fixed on the tall iced latte in your hand while zoning out. Yeah, time for another therapy session.

“Here you go” you tried to smile while handing her the cup. Hiding your growing anxiety and negative thoughts behind your customer service voice was a skill you were slowly, but surely, building up. But you probably looked weird as fuck since she gave you an awkward smile while muttering a "thanks".

"I still don’t know how you got this job. You look like a psychopath," you heard Nate, your coworker, from behind you, holding an empty milk pitcher.

He would be a nice, solid dude if he didn't act like a middle school bully most of the time.

"Yeah?" you rolled your eyes, finally turning your body to look at him. Damn, he really needed to shave his sideburns; he looked ridiculous. "Want me to tell you what you look like?"

His red hair and weird face made him look like a distressed orangutan. A very ugly orangutan.

He just smirked at your sarcastic tone. Fucking cunt.

"Nah, I'm good".

As the rest of the shift slowly passed, you kept checking your phone over and over, waiting for that email from the agency you applied to two weeks ago. You got nothing, as usual. Nothing besides a text from your sister asking for forty dollars; she probably ran out of baby formula again.

With a loud sigh, you decided to scroll through Instagram while Nate flirted with some customers. You quickly noticed that your college friend Christine had just been promoted again. She had been working at her father's company since her sophomore year, and her longtime boyfriend, Tom, had proposed to her in front of the Eiffel Tower.

Uh, wow, that's nice—good for her.

"Congrats, babe! Oh my god, he's so lucky to have you in his life. And good luck at your new job," you send her a quick DM, like a good friend would.

And you are, objectively, a good friend. You're even congratulating her on her promotion as if she weren't a spoiled, airheaded bitch who never accomplished anything on her own. Christine had everything handed to her on a silver platter; her parents got her an amazing job at their company, then paid for her boob job, her nose job, her new car, and her apartment—the list goes on.

You watched the couple showing off the engagement ring under the Parisian sunset and felt like the most self-absorbed cunt on Earth. At this point, you're used to feeling like that, at least twice a day. You spent the rest of your shift watching her stories over and over until it was time to close.

“I’m heading out,” you said to Nate as you finally grabbed your stuff from the break room. The city felt colder than usual that time of year; you could feel your lips getting chapped every time you stepped outside, so you quickly wrapped your old yellow scarf around your neck while zipping up your jacket. The café was already empty; the other employees had left fifteen minutes earlier, leaving just the two of you to close up.

Nate barely looked at you when you said goodbye to him.

You didn't care.

During your walk to the bus stop, you looked around the dark street pretending you’re not totally shitting yourself under the dim streetlights—holding your purse tightly against your frame, like you're about to be mugged by the thin air.

In those moments of raw vulnerability and panic, the whole idea of vigilantism seemed pretty cool. People in latex or spandex you don't actually know, jumping off buildings and beating up bad guys, defending the working class and pretty girls in distress. That's pretty neat, uh?

And very unrealistic.

Once inside the bus and comfortably seated, you let your thoughts wander again. You didn't know what you were doing with your life anymore. You never did, in fact.

The beauty of the night, the cold air coming from the bus's open windows, and the lights of the buildings dancing against the dark sky managed to soothe some of your pain for a few minutes. Your legs ached after hours of standing behind the counter, you felt burns on your hands, and your feet were uncomfortably squeezed into shoes that were a size too small.

Gradually, you fell asleep leaning against the bus seat, thinking about a nice pair of shoes you saw in the mall three days ago.

The first thing you noticed while slowly waking up was how comfortable you felt. The fabric beneath your body was as soft as silk, and the scent of fresh lavender emanating from it indicated that it had been recently washed—fuck, what is this? Heaven? You whined, shoving your whole face against it and breathing in.

Yeah, that’s definitely lavender—

Wait.

Public transportation didn’t smell like lavender, last time you checked. Your whole body went rigid as a cold shiver ran down your spine.

You immediately opened your eyes.

Fuck, fuck. What the fuck is happening?

You weren't on a bus anymore, that's for sure. Jesus, where's your purse?

“Fuck!” you almost screamed in pure panic as a painful sensation spread between your ribs and stomach, burning so much it seemed to take your breath away as you tried to sit up.

You were on a bed. A king-size bed. Sitting on silk sheets.

“Oh my god, someone kidnapped me—”

You looked around the bedroom as tears immediately filled your wide eyes. Your heart raced, and your hands trembled as you tried to make sense of the unfamiliar place you had woken up in.

The growing panic and fear for your life were so overwhelming that you couldn’t even notice the beautiful, very personal decor around the room or the several photos on the walls and desk, showing your face next to people you had never seen in your entire life.

"Oh, miss, thank God you're awake" a gentle voice said — is that a british accent? — close to the bedroom's door.

That's it, you're going to be killed by a weird, rich old man, and he's going to sell your organs on the black market.

Oh God, you quietly sobbed, you've always slept on the bus on your way back home, and you've never had any problems before—

Through the tears that blurred your vision, you could finally make out the figure of a tall man slowly approaching your bed. He was holding a cup of tea and a plate with what looked like a sandwich.

A cucumber sandwich.

"It seems like you may have hit your head quite hard. And your ribs," he said, handing you the cup and placing the plate on the bedside table. The man sighed loudly. "Master Damian really needs to contain his enthusiasm during sparring sessions."

The cup shook in your left hand as you looked at him with tearful eyes. He politely pretended not to notice your desperate state or the tears in the corners of your eyes as he walked back to the door.

"Hey, Alfie, have you seen my white socks?" another voice called out, this time from the hall.

"They're still on your bedroom drawers, Master Dick."

"Oh, right, sorry."

Wait, that was Batman's butler or—

Your vision faded to black as you collapsed back onto the silk sheets.

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[igotanidea]

Childlike honesty: Jason Todd x single!mom!reader

Jason never thought he could be falling in love so quickly.

Arguably too quickly, but she was so different from anyone he knew.

Different from all the girls, all the women, all the people in the world.

Seeing right past through his crap, and his façade and not being afraid to confront him about it.

Aiming arrows at his insecurities, exposing them painfully, only to soothe the stinging with a few well-chosen words and smiles that made him melt.

So yes, he would dare go as far as to say that after merely a few months of dating, he was in love.

And though it might spook her, he had to tell her, simply because there was no way to contain it inside his poor, shattered heart.

And judging the risk, between telling her like an adult and blurting it out in the least appropriate moment like a silly teen, the former seemed less daunting.

And that was how he found himself knocking at her door in the early morning (too early!) on Saturday (she might have been sleeping!), ready to pour his heart out.

“Coming!” her slightly muffled voice came from behind the door and his heart picked up the pace. The key rattled in the lock and there she was. With her hair a mess, remnants of sleep still in her eyes, squinting a little at the light coming from the stairwell.

So beautiful. He thought, but pursed his lips, hiding the words under a teasing smirk to prevent himself from doing the exact thing he planned not to.

“Jason. Hey!” her smile grew wide when she saw him and instinctively she leaned to peck his cheek “What are you doing here this early? Shouldn’t you be resting after night’s activities?”

“Don’t know what you’re implying.” He scoffed playfully, before turning a bit more serious “I just wanted to see you, princess. I got something important to tell you and – um… Actually, can I come inside? I’d rather not have all your elderly neighbors prying in on us.”

“Come inside?” she repeated as if her brain was not fully awake yet “you want to come in? I mean – of course you want to come in” she chuckled awkwardly. “Haha! That’s actually funny because—"

“Y/N.” Jason frowned, not liking her reaction at all, his mind swirling with possible explanations of her erratic behavior and nervousness. “Are you with someone? Are you with a guy?” shit, shit, shit. Just a thought that she might have had fun with someone else stung.

“It’s not what you think—” she started, trying to gather herself, but the sentence was cut off abruptly by another persona in this three-person drama.

“Mommy…?”

Mommy?!

Jason looked down, noticing a little boy, perhaps 3 or 4 years old, standing behind Y/N’s legs, his tiny arms wrapped around her calf. Kid’s e/c eyes, spitting image of Y/N’s were locked on Jason as the boy put his thumb in his mouth and started sucking on it.

“Theo!” she exclaimed, picking the boy from the ground and stopping him from the action. “Honey, how many times have I told you? Big boys do not suck their thumbs. You’re too smart for that, aren’t you?”

“I’m a big boy.” Theo repeated, obediently releasing his finger and wrapping his little hands on Y/N;s neck, nuzzling into her.

“You are.” Y/N smiled, ruffling boy’s hair “and a very good one too. Mommy’s proud of you.”

“Mommy!?”

Y/N spun towards the door abruptly. For a second, she completely forgot that Jason was still standing in the frame, with his eyes wide and mouth half-open, having just discovered her secret. She turned pale then red then pale again

“Jason--”

“What does it mean!?”

“Please stop yelling.”

“Is this some sort of game to you!? You have a son!?”

“Could you please calm down and –”

“You have a son!”

For Theo’s sake she stifled the curse that was forming deep in her throat. But the fact that Jason yelling was already starting to attract attention and one of the elderly neighbors peeked from behind the door, giving y/n a death look, she had to take action. Fixing the grip on her son, she somehow managed to grab Jason’s hand and drag him inside the apartment, locking the door and exhaling heavily.

“Yes. I have a son. It’s not like this is some kind of supernatural occurrence.”

“You have a son!”

“Mommy, why is he screaming so loud?” Theo whined and covered his little ears, which actually made Jason feel a little guilty. It was just a kid and he was behaving like a total ass. “I thought it was bad to scream?”

“It is, love.” Y/N kissed Theo’s forehead “It is, but sometimes people do it either way. Now, could you please go and play with your toys in the room? Mommy’s gotta talk to her friend ok? It’s important. Can you be a good boy for mommy?”

“Yeah…” Theo nodded, and when Y/N placed him back onto the ground he rushed off to his room, grabbing a plushy dinosaur discarded on the floor.

Y/N led him away with his eyes, and only when Theo was completely involved in his play she let out another exhale, letting her shoulders sink and turned to face Jason.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“No I don’t want anything to drink, I want a fucking explanation!”

“Hey! No swearing! There’s a kid here!”

“I’m sorry…”

“You should be. But you’re right too. I owe you an explanation. Come, sit.” She gestured towards the couch, the furthest from Theo’s room.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“About Theo?”

“No about the Big Bang Theory.” He was an ass, but couldn’t hide the sarcasm and anger. “Of course I’m talking about the kid. Theo? That’s his name?”

“Yeah. It’s after –”

“I don’t really care about the etymology of the name, Y/N. Why did you lie to me?”

“I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell you the truth.”’

“Why?”

“Because you never asked.”

“Oh come on, seriously!? That’s a childish argument and besides, it’s not like this I’m asking every girl I’m dating if she maybe has kids! Not exactly the first thing that comes to mind when meeting someone!”

“Please. Sit down. Come on, don’t cut me out. Let me explain this-“

“Fine!” he muttered, plumping on the couch, arms crossed, face unreadable, putting on his most unapproachable exterior “talk.”

She sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to make it easy for her. He had every right to be angry, but zero right to judge her about her past and this time she was going to be honest. If truth meant the end of their blooming relationship so be it. Better to know.

“Theo’s dad was an asshole. A mistake.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“Will you let me talk!?” he patted the top of his head, and despite himself Jason chuckled at the gesture. “It's not like I got into the bed with the guy I had just met! You should know better!”

“I know better. That’s the exact reason why I’m still sitting here listening to you instead of running away.”

“Me and Theo’s dad…” she continued “we had been dating for a few years before it happened. He got drunk, I was young and stupid, letting him do too much, we ended up in the bed and the next thing I knew, I was pregnant.”

“And?”

“Well, like I said, he was an asshole, which turned out pretty quickly. He never wanted kids and the fact that I had a bun in the oven was not compliant with his plan for life.”

“Please don’t tell me that this fucker—” Jason started, clenching his fists at the thought what Y/N must have been through.

“First, he told me to get rid of the problem. And obviously, I refused. So he changed tactics, trying to threaten me into getting an abortion. And I refused again. So he got aggressive.”

“Did he hit you!?” Jason’s protective instincts kicked in, the anger and sense of betrayal slowly giving way to completely other feelings towards her.

“No. He wouldn’t dare. But at some point he just left. Leaving me with a kid on the way.”

“Y/N…”

“It’s okay. I’m better without him anyway. Me and Theo both. He didn’t deserve to be called a man, let alone a father.”

“I’m so sorry, princess…”

“Theo was born prematurely. It was my seventh month and I was still working when my water broke and a friend drove me to the hospital. He was so tiny and –” her eyes filled with tears and Jason immediately moved to wrap arms around her, as if shielding her from the pain of the past. “I spent first six months of his life in the NICU, almost sleeping on the floor, scared to death that—”

“shh…” his hands cradled her closer to his chest, rubbing her back, brushing her hair, kissing the top of her head “Shhh, Y/N. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You are so brave.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before—" she sobbed

“Hush, love. Don’t apologize. Just tell me why you didn’t tell me? Were you scared?”

“I was. But not for the reason you might think.”

“Huh?”

“We’ve been dating for what? Six months? As important as you are to me Jason , I don't know if this is permanent. And Theo-“ her voice broke “- he deserves stability. He didn't know his father for god's sake, and it is not like you can just explain it to a kid that his father didn't want him. Or me. So tell me, how could I have told you about him when I was scared that - that—”

“You were scared that I’d leave you too.” Jason cupped her cheek, looking straight into her eyes “that I’d leave like everyone else.”

“Yeah… And I’d understand If you’d want to…”

“I’m not leaving you, princess. You’re stuck with me.” He leaned forward, softly brushing his lips over hers.

Y/N reciprocated his kiss and even though they were both trying to control themselves, the fire in them ignited quickly as the making out became a little more intense, a little more steamy, his hands traveled to her waist, pulling her onto his lap, sneaking under her shirt to touch her soft skin—

“No…” he pulled back, using all his strength to do so. “We can’t do it here, can we?”

“Not really.” She chuckled, squinting towards Theo’s room. “Me and him, we’re kind of a package deal.”

“Oh yeah, I got the memo.” He smirked, pinching her waist playfully, setting her back on the couch. “Can’t say I like it now, but—”

“Would you like to meet him?” she interjected in the moment of spontaneity 

“Your son?”

“Yes.” She nodded, absolutely sure about her decision. “And not just by yelling on the doorstep, but by officially meeting him?”

“I—” Jason stuttered. Even he could understand that this was important. Y/N was looking at him with hope and silent encouragement in his eyes. A sign of trust that could never be put into words. She actually wanted him to meet her son. Which meant, she was serious about him. About them. “Yeah… yeah, I think I’d like to meet the kid…”

“You would?” she smiled brightly, her eyes shining

“Yeah…” he smiled back, reaching to hug her and she gladly dived into his arms, holding him for dear life “Thank you… Thank you Jason…”

“Of course, princess…” he whispered with a lump in his throat from all the emotions. Though that was the perfect moment to tell her how he felt about their relationship, that he was in love with her, he just couldn’t, opting to stay silent and just live in the moment.

“Mommy?” Sudden, quiet little voice came from behind and Theo came to view, holding onto his plushie looking as cute as only a 3 (or 4, Jason was terrible at assessing age) year old kid can.

“Theo, hey. Come here, kiddo, I’d like you to meet someone.”

Y/N opened her arms to the child and he approached the couch, climbing up with his mother’s help and settling on her knees.

“This is Jason. He's someone very important to me. Can you say hi?” Y/N encouraged her son to shake Jason's hand.

 “Hi… I’m Theo…”

“Hey buddy.” Jason reached for his little fingers, squeezing them gently, reminding himself that this boy was in fact a delicate being, not like the goons and vigilantes he was used to. And honestly, the sensation of a little soft hand in his big and calloused one sent goosebumps over his body, though Jason would never admit it out loud. “Um… nice to meet you, I’m Jason.”

Theo tilted his head a little, staring Jason up and down with those piercing eyes and for some reason it felt like this little kid was judging a grown-ass man. Subconsciously assessing whether this one would be good for his mom and whether they would become friends. And it was quite a humbling experience.

“Mommy? Is that the guy whose photo you have on your phone?" Suddenly Theo blurted.

“Oh, a photo?” Jason teased, throwing Y/N a glance, immediately picking up the subject before she could intervene and stop this child-like honesty. “On her phone, huh? And what does your mom do with this photo?”

“She looks at it. When she lays down to sleep and she thinks and I don’t notice. She looks at it and smiles.”

“Oh really?’

“Yes. I like her happy.”

“Me too buddy…” Jason felt his heart flutter “Me too…” the look he sent Y/N was full of love and affection, making her blush a little. 

“I think she likes you. She almost never smiles like that.”

“Is that so? Is that true, Y/n, do you like me?” 

Y/N hid face in her hands, embarrassed at the entire situation

“Okay, that’s enough bonding for one day. Who wants ice cream?” 

She picked Theo up and walked towards the kitchen with Jason close on their feet with the happiest grin on his face. He could already tell that in time he and Theo were going to be good friends. 

to be continued <?>

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[jasntodds]

Too Heavy | J.T.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Request: @just-lost-inbetween-worlds​ : Can I get Jason Todd (doesn’t matter which version) with the prompts: bloodied knuckles, wiping the others tears away, as well as crying into their chest. Maybe bloodied knuckles bcs of punching something in a mental breakdown and then the rest happens.  Bad Things Happen Bingo Prompts

Summary: Sometimes things get a little too heavy for Jason

Warnings: Angst, blood, mentions of death, mental breakdown, hurt/comfort

Words: 2,802

A/n: I was listening to a lot of Too Heavy by The Plot In You while I wrote this so here we are lol If you wanna be added to my tag list, click the link below, send me an ask, or comment!! You can also follow my library blog @peteprkerlibrary​ !! If you like this, please reblog it and/or talk to me about it!!

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Everyone has bad days. They come and they go. It gets better. It always gets better. But for Jason, his bad days are sometimes so rough and harsh, the world collapses from under him. He falls through the cracks into a black abyss, surrounded by every failure he’s ever had. He falls and falls and falls until he finally hits the bottom and the wind is sucked from his lungs in a hard smack. Leaving him alone in the pitch black coldness. Today is one of those days.

He’s just gotten back from patrol and he was quiet not to wake you. He walks steadily to the bathroom but his thoughts are circling the drain. Every step he takes is like twenty pounds added to his ankles and another thought joins the damned ride. Jason’s chest grows heavy as he finally reaches the bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind him.

The worst nights of patrol involve kids and tonight did. It’s always the most innocent of people that get to him. Most nights, he can handle it because it’s part of the job. It’s one of the reasons he puts the helmet on every night. But tonight is different. Tonight is different because it didn’t have the hopeful ending it should have and it’s not fucking fair.

Jason’s hands grip the bathroom counter so hard he thinks he might shatter it in his palms. He almost hopes he does. He looks at himself in the mirror, his back slightly hunched over and he looks hollow. A discarded shell of who he should have been. And he can’t stand it. His head spins while his eyes slam shut and his grip tightens harder against the cool stone.

His chest starts to heave as his breathing quickens. His chest grows heavy and he wants to start ripping out every single one of his organs in hopes it’ll lift some of the weight. The heaviness is suffocating and if he didn’t know any better, he’d think this would be his end.

But he knows better.

And this is the never-ending hell he’s trapped in while the inability to save the kids tonight triggers memories to flood back like overflowing rivers in a flash flood.

There’s the echo of metal on concrete seeping into his blood stream and that menacing laugh that never should be called a laugh beats against his eardrum. The feeling of the panic he felt that day wraps him in a cruel and painful hug as if to be living off of his inability to breathe properly. Images of the Joker and the look on his mom’s face flash across his eyes and he can’t take the heaviness of it all anymore.

The grief he suffers with is nearly paralyzing and it is agonizing. They say grief gets better but when is it that supposed to happen? Because it’s been years and he can’t breathe and he wants to rip his lungs out of his chest just to feel anything other than this. He was just a kid.

Jason was a just a kid.

Tears burn his eyes, one slipping by and sliding down his cheek and he grits his teeth so hard they nearly shatter under the pressure. All he wants is for it all to stop for even a second. He wants one damn second of relief.

He looks up at his own reflection once more and he can see some bruising from last week and he hates it. The white streak in his hair almost seems whiter in the light of the bathroom and he hates it. He hates it. He hates it and he can’t do it. He punches the mirror in a quick motion, just once and it shatters into the sink and over the counter.

“Fuck.” Jason groans because he knows it was loud and he can’t stop the tears now. They’re drenching his face and his breathing is racing, quivering.

Blood spills into the sink as Jason hovers his shaking hand over it. Not a single part of him even cares or pays the stinging any mind. All he can do is try his best to breathe and shake his thoughts away but nothing works. They’re still there. Flashing across his eyes like lightning in the middle of a raging storm.

His legs start to feel weak as if he’s just gotten done running for miles on end. It’s getting harder to stand the more he tries to fight his own breath and thoughts. His head spins and he his stomach turns and twists into gnawing nausea. And he can’t even be bothered to stand anymore because that is just getting too damn hard too. His own body is growing too heavy with every passing thought and he swears that’s some sort of cruel joke.

Jason sits on the floor against the counter, hanging his head and pulling his knees up to his chest. Tears fall down his cheeks and he tries to fight them off with every thought he has but nothing works. They fall anyway, staining his cheeks in a wet mess.

“Jason?” You call from outside the door. 

The shattering of glass woke you up and for a few seconds, you thought someone had actually broken in. And you were nearly frozen, stuck thinking if you had a weapon of any sort in the bedroom you could use. But then those seconds faded and you didn’t hear footsteps or shuffling through the apartment. You didn’t hear anything and when you checked the time to see it was after three, you knew.

“Jay?” You call again, knocking on the door gently when he doesn’t answer.

Your groggy voice breaks his heart. He never meant to wake you up.

Jason slides his hands over his face and clears his throat. “Go back to bed, sweetheart.” Jason tries to stabilize his voice but you can hear the weakness and quiver. He’s mastered the art of hiding pain but not disguising the pain of crying.

Taking the knob in your hand, you twist it slowly, gently pushing the door open. You spot Jason still in his Red Hood gear, minus the helmet, sitting on the floor with drops of blood on the floor. He keeps his head hung and his forearms on his knees. You spot blood on his knuckle with open wounds before you see the broken mirror and your heart just breaks for him.

You step in slowly and cautiously as if moving too quickly will make him dissolve right into the floor. “Hey,” You crouch down beside him, tilting your head to try and get a look at his face that’s covered by his messy hair. “What happened, Jay?”

“I’m fine.” Jason forces the words from the back of his throat and he hates how weak they sound. 

You don’t like the answer because anyone who’s fine doesn’t break a mirror. Anyone who’s fine doesn’t sit on the bathroom floor at three in the morning with bloody knuckles crying. He’s not fine but Jason has never been very good at admitting to anyone when he’s not. He’d rather drown than ask for a life preserver.

You move in front of him, sitting on your knees. You reach out cautiously, putting your hands on his wet cheeks. Jason’s eyes shut down hard with your touch and you’re so gentle with him. Why? What’s he done to deserve it?

You pick his head up softly and Jason lets you. His eyes are bloodshot as he looks at you. His pretty blue eyes are now a haunting shade of navy, like the sky over the ocean in the middle of hurricane. Why does the world treat him with such cruelty?

“Please, go back to bed.” He nearly begs you because you shouldn’t have to deal with all of his trauma.

It’s not fair for you to lose sleep over him. He swears you shouldn’t and you don’t deserve it. All he wants is to be alone with his grief. If anyone has to suffer what he went through, it has to be him. It can’t involve you. Not you.

But you’re stubborn and that thing in your chest beats endlessly for him.

You can see his chest moving harshly with every breath and he might be Red Hood but he was Jason Todd first. A kid trying to survive the best he could. A kid who just wanted to learn and be a kid. Smart mouth and relentless as hell. But a kid no one looked out for. Red Hood looks out for so many people, but who’s supposed to look out for Jason Todd?

“Please, I’m fine.” Jason voice finally cracks as a tear escapes his bottom lid. “Just go to bed. I’ll be there a minute.”

You move your hands from his cheeks and he thinks, for a second that for once, you might actually listen to him. And he’d be lying if that didn’t hurt, too. But, it’s you and you were never very good at following his instructions even on good days so you move closer to him and stretch out your arms.

“Come here, Jay.” Your voice is soft, etched in worry and love.

He’s reluctant at first because he knows if he does, he’ll lose it entirely. Every piece of him that’s been able to hold in a sob will finally crack and that’ll be it. But he sees the worry in every tired line of your face and you always look so inviting.

“I’m worried about you. Please.” You plead with him, your voice cracking with a mix of tiredness and sadness. And Jason can’t hold it in anymore because you’re worried about him.

Jason moves his legs and moves closer to you, resting his head against your chest because at his point, it’s all too heavy for him to even try for a proper hug. And folding into you seems a hell of a lot easier for everyone. You wrap one arm around his side and rest your other hand in his hair. And just like he breaks.

A sob rips through his throat, echoing through the bathroom and you have to swallow the lump that forms in your throat. He shakes against you, sliding his hands to your back and holding onto your shirt. His grip is tight as if he’s stuck between thinking you’ll disappear if he lets go or that he’ll disappear if he does. Your hand runs through his hair and you try to console him, knowing there isn’t much that can help at this point. But you try by playing with his hair and whispering softly to him despite your own heart aching and breaking for him.

Tears brim your own eyes as you hold him against you. If you could, you would claw out your own heart and replace his with yours. Maybe that would help some of his agony. Maybe that would make his pain a little more tolerable. Maybe if you could swap out your hearts, you could take some of his pain away. You’d do it if it meant he wouldn’t suffer so much.

Minutes tick by and his breathing is still harsh against you but the sobs have slowed. His grip is still iron-tight on your shirt and all Jason wants is for the world to stop spinning. He wants the aching in his chest to stop and he wants everything around him to stop feeling so damn heavy.

You pick his head up, cupping his cheeks in both hands again. His cheeks are tear stained and you swear you’ve never seen him look so broken before. Your thumb awipe over his cheeks, brushing the tears away gently.

Jason nearly shudders with the action.

“It’s okay, Jay.” You assure him and your voice is strained as if begging him to believe you.

“It’s fucking not.” He sputters, his brows pulling together and you can see him clench his jaw. “It’s all shit and those kids deserved fucking better.” His breath is hot, boiling on your skin as he seethes. And you know what lead him here tonight.

He told you. Right to your face he told you he died. He left out the gory details of it all for your own sake but you know he was just a kid. And you know why he was there and about the Joker. He was just a kid.

“Kids?” You questions and you know Jason always has a bad night when it involves kids.

“Forget it.” He lets out a scoff because he doesn’t want to talk about it. You don’t need to know the details.

“Hey, no.” You shake your head, eyes scanning over his face as your brows pull together. “I’ll listen all night, okay? I won’t ask anything if you don’t want me to, okay? You can talk or not. But, you’re gonna be okay.” Your eyes lock with his and he wants to believe you.

But he also knows he’ll back here again. He always comes back here. Haunted. The ghost of who he was then and the ghost of who he should have been follow him. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to shake them as much as he wants to.

He places his hands over yours and you can’t help but notice how big his hands are whenever he does this. “Just so damn sick of it.” His voice is rough and exhausted.

“I know.” You nod with understanding.

You’ll never be able to understand how he feels or what he goes through but you try. And you see it across his face. You see it in the way he turns in his sleep, when he actually gets sleep. You see it in the way he’s always observing everything around him, always on guard. And you can see it in the way he is with his weapons, there’s always at least two weapons on him at any given moment. As much as you want to understand exactly what goes on inside of his head, you won’t but you can see it. So, you try your best to help and just be there in capacity he’ll let you.

“Why don’t we get you in the shower? I’ll wash your hair, clean up your hand, and we can get into bed? I’ll rub your back and you can tell me what happened if you want. Or I can read to you until you fall asleep.”

He’s almost always reluctant when it’s been bad. He never thinks he deserves the kindness and care you offer to him. On good days, he can accept it. It’s something he struggles with still because no one ever been so kind and careful with him before. So, it’s hard but on good days, he finds it easier to accept. But on bad days, like these, he’s reluctant because if he can’t see the good himself, why should anyone else? But he looks at your eyes that glossy with worry and you give him this look that makes him feel like he’s been put under a microscope. And you would do anything for him.

“Thanks.” He mutters, taking your hands away from his face. “I got it.”

“I know.” You nod your head. “I want to.” You smile gently at him, tilting your head slightly to the right. “You’re not alone, ya know?” You assure him because you think it must be lonely dealing with everything he goes through. “I got you.” 

He knows. As hard as it is for him to accept the care and kindness you offer him, he knows because he notices everything. He notices how he always wakes up with a blanket on him when he falls asleep on the couch and the way you always have his favorite protein bars on hand even though you don’t like them. You’re the one missing sleep when you have work in the morning to sit on the bathroom floor with him. It’s hard to accept sometimes and he gets in his own head about it sometimes, but at the end of the night, he has you.

And you’ve always had a way of lifting some of that weight for him, maybe without even trying.

“Okay.” Jason finally agrees, still a hint of reluctance in his voice.

You get to your feet and offer him your hand.

He almost chuckles because you can’t actually help him from the floor. But he takes your hand in his anyway, getting to his feet. You look up to him with gentle eyes before closing the distance between the two of you and wrapping your arms around him as tight as you can.

It takes a few seconds before you feel Jason relax under your hug and his arms come around your waist. His chin lays on the top of your head and he feels like he can breathe a little better now. 

When things get a little too heavy, at least he has you to help lift some of the weight.

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[ilikeoneshots]

In the process of writing a short Jason Todd x Plus-Size-Single-Mom OC on AO3

There’s a few chapters already up and I’m also trying my hand in some spicy 🌶 🌶 stuff that I’ve never posted before lol

[butterfly-skinnylegend]

It needs to be said:

Single parent!character is the hottest fucking concept for a fanfiction ever and u can fight me bitches

[theodorecanaryhood]

Sudden urge to play date

Jason Todd x female reader

Jason is a single Dad to a little boy and reader is a single Mum to a little boy too, the boys are best friends and go to the same school, Gotham Junior’s.

Jason and reader meet on parent teacher night, the boys try to play matchmaker.

Jason’s story:

He met Louise about 6 years ago, the two began dating and quickly moved in together as e year passed.

Within another few months Louise told Jason she was pregnant. Jason was thrilled, being a Father wasn’t something he always thought would happen for him, but here he was.

Jason proposed to Louise after the first scan, and the two began planning for the new addition to the family, and the wedding that would follow.

However, after Jackson, or as he is more lovingly known, Jack was born there was a few issues with Louise.

She was found to have a Blood clot, which was treated but not all of it. A complicated birth and a complicated health issue after, unfortunately Louise haemorrhaged and didn’t make it.

Jason was heartbroken and lost for words, as he held his few weeks old son. Jack became Jason’s everything and one and only in a matter or minutes.

Jason never got to marry his forever girl, but he got the most precious thing out of it. He got parenthood.

Y/n’s story:

6 years was all it took for your life to change dramatically, all it took was poor decision.

You met Steven 7 years ago but you were both friends first. Becoming closer and closer, you eventually became a couple.

A year into the relationship you discovered you were pregnant, that’s when the relationship became stale for you and Steve.

Steve lost his job not long after your son, Theo, was born. It became difficult to pay bills so you started working two jobs.

Two jobs, full time parenting, a couch potato boyfriend and a sick mother who eventually needed help.

You were stressed and couldn’t sleep, you started to get snappy and a little mean. When you started getting snappy with your toddler that’s when you realised you needed help.

Steve was sitting around all day everyday and wouldn’t help with your sick Mother, you had to leave your jobs and take care of her and eventually your son was being neglected by Steve too.

You lost it and packed his stuff and kicked him out of your house. Your siblings helped look after your Son and Mum while you went back to work.

You’d made quite a good name for yourself, working hard and getting a raise. Even getting holiday pay so you could take Theo on trips.

Now:

Jason sat in the living room watching some cartoon while Jack played with his toy cars. The 5 year old was a little terror now but Jason knew parenting was a challenge itself.

He was patient with him but firm and never let him get his own way within reason, but sometimes he was guilty of not being able to resist his little boy.

‘Daddy, can my friend come over?’ Jack asked his Dad, Jason smiled softly at his mini copy and nodded.

‘Of course, what’s his name?’ Jason asked as Jack sat on the couch next to him. The little boys face lighting up.

‘Theo, he’s my best friend’ Jason laughed softly as he scooped Jack into a hug.

‘Really? Well I would love to meet him’ Jason smiled more as he held his son in his arms. Sitting in the couch watching the cartoon that was on.

‘Daddy he’s here’ Jack practically screamed as he ran to the door of the apartment. Jason trailed behind him.

‘Ok open the door little man’ he called as he came up behind Jack. Jack stood on his tiptoe to open the door as he squealed to see Theo.

‘Theo’ he smiled as Theo rushed over and hugged his friend, the little boys really were trying their hardest to stay on the feet but both boys got excited and fell onto their butts as Theo Mother walked in.

‘Theo what have I said about walking in?’ You laughed, noticing Jason.

‘Hi’ he smiled as he held his hand out to you, ‘I’m Jason Todd, Jack’s Father’ he beamed, you shook his hand.

‘Y/n y/l/n, Theo’s Mum’ you smiled in return, ‘sorry he usually has more manners’ Jason just shrugged.

‘He’s cool, a sweet little boy’ Jason smiled as he pat Theo on the head.

‘Thanks, he takes after me’ you joked making Jason laugh.

‘I bet, we’ll can I get you a drink?’ Jason asked you politely as you smiled, shaking your head.

‘Thank you, but I have to go take my Mother to a Hospital appointment. I’ll be back around 3, I can come and get Theo then’ you said as you got on your knees and hugged Theo, kissing him in the head.

‘I love you’ you whispered to your Son, he whispered it back, ‘be good for Mr Jason ok?’ You said as you walked over to the door.

The whole week Jack would not stop talking about his friend coming over, and now the two were running riot in the apartment.

Jason was laughing as the boys kept playing and making silly faces at Jason, Jason forgot the last time he smiled and laughed this much.

‘Where’s your Mommy?’ Theo asked Jack, Jack pointed to upwards as Jason felt a lump in his throat at the question.

‘Where’s your Daddy?’ Jack asked Theo, Theo shrugged. Jason noticed the little boys response and felt bad.

‘Is it just you and Mommy?’ Jason asked Theo, Theo nodded in response. Jason was curious as to where his Dad was, but didn’t badger the kid for a response.

…

‘Daddy, my Teacher wants to speak to you’ Jack held his Father’s hand as he pulled him toward the classroom door.

‘Ok, we have to wait till we’re called in’ Jason replied, he didn’t want to admit that the boys pull was strong. Considering he is a big guy.

‘Mr Todd, please have a seat’ the Teacher smiled as she pointed to the opposite side of the desk.

‘Mrs Green, lovely to see you again’ Jason flashed a charming smile at her. Mrs Green just sat down as she went a little red.

‘Jack is a lovely little guy, one of my favourite students. He has a good attitude and always ready to learn’ the teacher began. Jason sat with his arm around his Son, smiling as he took on the Teachers words.

Losing track of time the Teacher rise to her feet, telling Jason about all the stories of what Jack gets upto in class.

‘Well until next time Mr Todd’ she smiled as she shook his hand.

‘Till then Mrs Green, what do you say Jack?’ Jason beamed at his little boy.

‘See you Monday Mrs Green’ he smiled, Mrs Green pinched Jack’s cheek as she walked to the door with the man and little boy.

‘Oh Miss y/l/n and Theo, my second favourite’ Mrs Green said as she opened the classroom door.

‘Hi, hope I’m not interrupting’ you said as Jack and Theo instantly began playing.

‘Not at all’ the teacher replied, Jason smiled shyly at you as he took his Son’s hand.

‘Jack come on Buddy’ Jason said softly, you looked at the boys who were already trying to run off together.

‘They can play, can you watch Theo while I talk to Mrs Green please Jason?’ You asked politely with a slight smile. Jason had never heard his name sound like that before, you said his name almost like a love song.

‘Of course, we’ll give you two some privacy’ Jason said as he took the boys into the corridor.

After about 30 minutes or so you returned outside the classroom with a smile, winking at Jason.

‘Thanks for watching him, I owe you’ you said as you kissed your little boy’s head.

‘No problem, he’s golden, good news I hope’ Jason rose to his feet as Jack walked over to him to be picked up.

‘Yeah, Theo just needs a little help with his numbers’ You chuckled as Theo rushed to you. Standing by your side.

‘Well Jack is good with numbers, I’m sure they can help each other’ Jason politely suggested, truth be told he liked Theo for Jack. They were both well behaved and got in really well. Almost like brothers.

‘Mommy can we go to Mr Jason’s for dinner?’ Theo asked you, you looked at your little boy.

‘Not me you should ask Theo, have you asked Mr Jason?’ You asked him softly. Jack shot his head to his Dad.

‘Daddy can they? Please’ Jason looked at you and Theo then his Son’s big eyes, the eyes he used to get his own way.

‘If Theo’s Mommy is ok with it’ you just shrugged with a smile.

‘Don’t see why not, they get on’ you laughed as Jack and Theo cheered. Jack wanting to get back on the floor as he ran off with Theo.

…

Dinner at Jason’s house was a different experience as you saw how well behaved the boys were. Theo even helped Jason clean up in the kitchen.

‘You sure you don’t want me to do anything?’ You asked as Jason shook his head.

‘No of course not, you guys are guests’ You smiled, Theo sitting in the floor with his best friend.

You stood up as you looked around at all the photos on the wall, noticing a couple of Jason and a woman, then Jack as he went from new born to now.

‘Jason who is she?’ You asked politely as you pointed to a young woman in a framed photo, Jason looked over your shoulder.

‘Jack’s Mother, Louise’ Jason replied, you took a mental note of his face and the pain in his voice when he answered the question.

‘What happened to her?’ You asked, Jason looked at the ground then back to you.

‘She died shortly after Jack was born’ you have a look of shock as Jason side smiled. Avoiding crying in front of you.

‘I’m sorry’ you replied, Jason took your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

‘That’s ok, was a long time ago’

Theo and Jack looked at the two of you together and smiled at each other, Jack whispering something in Theo’s ear as the two boys stood up and snuck out of the room.

‘What happened to Theo’s Dad?’ Jason asked you, you walked over to the table and sat down on the chair. Jason sitting opposite you.

‘We’ll, he was cruel and neglectful so I told him to leave, I never stopped him from being Theo’s Dad but he took the initiative to cut ties’ you answered, as simple as you could, Jason just rested his head in his hand as he looked deep in your eyes.

‘My Mother got sick shortly after Theo was born, Steve lost his job and I couldn’t work on top of caring for my Mom and being a parent. My brother and sister helped me in the end as I couldn’t pay rent. Steve just left and disappeared when I told him to leave’ you continued, Jason had a look on his face.

Sympathy, he always had sympathy for single parents as being one himself. Jack’s birth made him appreciate Bruce a lot more and even made the two closer.

He also had a look of anger, anger towards Steve for just abandoning his child. You can’t bring a life into the world and not bother to help take care of it.

Jason’s free hand found it’s way holding yours from across the table. You clocked in and returned the gesture by gripping his hand slightly, using your thumb to rub his knuckle gently.

‘Boo’ Jack and Theo screeched as they both jumped up between the two of you, making you both jump as the two boys squealed with laughter.

‘Nice one boys’ you laughed as you tickled Jack’s face and gave a kiss to your Son Theo.

‘Daddy, are you gonna ask y/n on a date?’ Jack asked as Jason choked on his drink, you blushed a little.

‘What?’ Jason asked his 5 year old, who just beamed brightly as Theo wrapped his arms around your neck.

‘Are gonna date y/n?’ Jack asked, Jason was a little surprised by the question, but not offended by it.

Jason had been on a few dates here and there over the past couple of years, but the women either made an exit when he mentioned he had a kid or would not get on with Jack if they ever met him. Honestly, Jack never liked any of the women his Dad brought home either.

‘If y/n would like to go out?’ Jason answered almost as a question as he looked at you, you just smiled a little red in the face as you nodded.

‘Theo, would you like me to go out with Mr Jason?’ You asked your son, Theo nodding his head violently.

‘Ok, y/n would you like to go out?’ Jason asked you, you smiled.

‘Yes’

‘Told you it would work’ Jack smiled at Theo as the two boys walked into another room.

‘Did they just play matchmaker?’ You chuckled as Jason stood up.

‘Yup, kid’s have game’ he laughed, you stood up too as you grabbed your shoes.

‘Theo, we have to leave soon’ you called out, Jason handed you his number as you took it a little sheepish.

‘I’ll text you when I get in, I’m free this weekend if you are’ you beamed, you hadn’t dated in so long you forgot the etiquette of what to say to a man.

‘That’s fine with me’ he smiled at you as Theo hugged his friend goodbye, then rushing over to hug Jason good bye.

‘Goodbye Mr Jason’ Theo smiled up a the man cutely, as he hugged him Jason knelt down and hugged him back.

‘Goodbye my little man’ Jason whispered as he kissed his head, you gushed at the sight of Jason hugging your son. Jack came over to you, studying your face.

‘Can I give you a hug?’ Jack asked you, you smiled and knelt down.

‘You don’t to ask me’ you replied as you hugged him, smiling as the little boy held onto you.

The beginning of a beautiful relationship that could potentially grow to more, started with the two little boys showing love and affection to both of you equally.

[mxsmwndr]

Yes, No, Maybe So

jason todd x singlemom!reader

no a/n, really. jus that i legit LOVE jason x singlemom!readers so if there’s some recs please send them in lmao. (also, i can guarantee there will be more from where this came from so prepare if you can.)

also, enjoy this gif. it’s far from relevant but wicked awesome lmao. lmk what you think of this. i adore jason and there aren’t nearly enough fics for him.

Maybe being a single parent was hard, and maybe being in Gotham made it harder, but the fact that you can have a child of your own? Well, that alone made it worth everything.

He was named Jay, too. After both his father and Jay Gatsby. And looked like him, as well. His father, I mean. He had the same striking blue eyes and the same jet black hair. However, Jay had your skin tone, but that was one of the few features you shared. It was that and his hair style, which was (curly/straight/wavy). But otherwise, he looked exactly like his father.

Also, it’s not important or anything, but it was actually his middle name that was Jay. His first was (*Pick A Cute Name Because IDK And It Would Be Bowie If It Were Up To Me Oof*).

And that hurt you at first. It hurt you, when you looked at your son, because you could only see his father. In his eyes you could only see the man you loved, the man who was instead of given the break he deserved brutally murdered.

The man who broke your heart in two.

But you can’t dwell on that now, can you? You’ve moved on and even if you haven’t totally you must pretend for now. For Jay if nothing else. For Jason.

“Sweetie,” You said to your son. He turned towards you at the mention of one of his many pet names, and like every other time, your heart melted at his glistening icy eyes. And you melted his the sight of mouth, too, and of course his hair and height and his everything, really, because he looks just like his father.

“Yeah, Mama?” Jay said, eyebrows pulled together and head tilted ever so slightly, barely, but also quizzically.

You shook your head for good measures and pulled yourself together once more. Smiling at your boy, you made something up. Really, you had selfishly just wanted to make him stay. You wanted to tell him that no, that it’s okay if he wants to stay home because he lives in Gotham and Gotham is a terrible place. That he’s always welcome to cancel his plans and instead stay with you. That please, Jay. Please cancel your plans and stay home, here, with you, because you can’t afford to let anything happen to your little one. Not like it did, Jason.

But that’s too selfish. Jay wouldn’t understand, and you didn’t want him to. Instead, you made something up again. Instead, you said, “Just... be careful out there.” Then, “Remember dinner’s at grandpa’s tonight. Try to be home around five, okay?”

“Sure thing, Mama,” Jay said with a smile. It was always Mama. Never Mom, never Mommy, but Mama. You loved it. “I’ll be home soon.”

“Wait!”

Jay turned his shoulder, towards you. His dark eyebrows were furrowed once more until he saw you tilt your cheek to him. Then, with a grin mirroring his father’s, he ran to you and kissed your cheek. “Love you, Mama,” He whispered.

“I love you, too, baby. Be careful!”

Come back soon.

—

The ride to the Wayne Manor was... interesting at best. In a polite way, of course, but also... well, never mind that. You had arrived, hadn't you? Isn't that all that matters?

That, and...

"Alfred!" Jay suddenly cheered. He threw his arms around the man and earned a chuckle.

You bent over, gushing to your son about his manners, until Alfred told you otherwise. Then, with a sudden frown, he informed you that Bruce needed your help. He'd take care of "Young Master Jay", he said. And that "you mustn't worry so much, Miss (Y/n)".

But you were worried.

And so even though you were worried, you walked to the Batcave, where Bruce Wayne was standing, puzzled and intrigued and afraid all at once because if Bruce needed you... well it had to be big, right?

"(Y/n)!" The man said. "Come."

You complied, "Uh, Bruce, what-"

"Wait!" A different voice echoed. You turned, and found the figure running towards you to be Dick, Jason's former brother and Bruce's first adoptive son. "Bruce, are you sure this is a good idea?" He said once he caught up to you two.

He was met with a grunt from the former before continuing, "I mean... her life is really good right now. Really good. Jay's happy, he's in a good place and I'd hate to-"

"She needs to know, Dick," The man said.

"But..."

Grunt (again).

"Fine. Just... just don't regret this."

"I won't."

"Um..." You said, looking between the two men. "Is something wrong?"

"Not in the way you're thinking," Dick murmured. Bruce, in return, sent him a quick glare and then motioned for you to move closer to him.

"Look here," Bruce said, pointing at a sheet he suddenly held in hand. You blinked, skimming through the data. It read Willis Todd and Shiela Haywood, but...

"What's this from?" You asked.

"Blood samples from the Red Hood, taken a few days ago," Bruce said gruffly. He was staring at you, waiting for a reaction because how would you feel? Even after all these years.... Happy? Sad? Something else? Mad?

"What?"

Or "what?", maybe. That's probably the best one yet, Bruce figures.

Until, "He's back, (Y/n)," Dick whispered.

"I... no," You said. No, because he can't be back. He died, six years ago, by the hands of the Joker. Tortured and burned and ultimately blown up. People don't just survive that kind of thing.

And also, you were there. Not at his death site but at his funeral, at his grave sight, at the wake and at the lowering of his casket into the grave. You saw his body, it was dead.

Hell, you fucking grieved! You cried endlessly for weeks and weeks and even months! You visited his grave for every anniversary! You came for every birthday, too! With flowers and a goddamned love note in hand, no fail ever!

So why? Why pull this? Why to you and why right now?

Dick pressed his lips together, "I'm so sorry, (Y/n), I-"

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

"What? No, I-"

"Am I joke to you two? I mean, seriously?! If you wanted me gone you could have just said so! I can't bel-"

"(Y/N)!" Bruce yelled, startling you into silence. "I know this is hard to believe, but you need to calm down. Jay might-”

"The fuck you know about Jay! He's mine! My son which I birthed and I raised, okay?! I know him best, and I-"

"LISTEN!" Bruce yelled, stunning you into silence. "I know it's crazy. I get it, really, just... listen to me, okay? Just give me a chance."

"Why should I?" You said. 

"When have I ever lied to you?

"You see?" Bruce breathed, taking his moment because who knows if you'd let him speak to you again.

"The body... at Jason's grave... is a fake. Ra's al Ghul put it there, he... he hired Joker to preform a distraction, and, well, accidentally killed Jason.

"But he also brought him back to life! At least until Jason escaped.... but now he's here, because..." Bruce looked up, into your eyes. "He wants to kill the Joker, (Y/n)," He said.

No - "But that's suicide," You said.

"Exactly. And he won't listen to me, so I need you to come help me."

"Me? But..."

"He knows about Jay," Bruce continued. "But... he doesn't know who's he is."

"Pardon?"

"He doesn't know that Jay is his," Dick clarified. "He thinks you've moved on."

"But I haven't! I-"

"I know, (Y/n)," Dick said. "I know. I was there... but he wasn't, remember? He died and missed it all.... Which is why we need your help."

You looked back to Bruce. He nodded slightly, and you looked to Dick once more. Then, you said, "Fine. When do we leave?"

"Now."

—

[yes, i do realize that this timeline is mad fucked, but do i care? nah. but also, part two maybe??]

[julymusings]

my writing !

warnings/tags in each individual post

DICK GRAYSON

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ series & AUs batboys x south asian!reader

thoughts & blurbs

JASON TODD

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ fics will you hold me instead, and tell me that it's over now? ↳ patching jason up after an intense mission (touch starved jason agenda👹)

simplicity ᜶ i could be yours (prequel) ↳ the prince of gotham au The big bad Red Hood has a soft spot only for you (Jason "my girl can wear whatever she wants I can fight" Todd)

dark chocolate cherry ↳ your boyfriend shows up when you just want some alone time (Jason "words don't come easy so here's acts of service" Todd)

are you still watching? ↳ 3 times Jason Todd gets hooked on your television choices (SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOYYYY)

you're good to me, baby ↳ because the red hood bleeding onto your living room carpet is exactly what you need right now. (anxiety!reader)

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ minis single mom hcs portrait california sober soulmate scars

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ series & AUs batboys x south asian!reader the prince of gotham coming soon

thoughts, blurbs, hcs, etc ↳ iceberg lounge jason thoughts/hcs

[batfam-imagines]

Single Mom

Let me know what you think!

Being a single mom was not something that you had ever expected your future to hold. Having to leave your home in Star City and go back to Gotham in order to get you and your baby away from an abusive ex even less so.

“Thanks for letting me stay with you, Roy”

“It’s no problem, Y/N, you and Jackson are welcome to stay as long as you want. Trust me, I know all about needed to get away from Star City”

You reach out and pull your cousin into a tight hug, “We won’t be staying long, I already have a job and just need to look for an apartment”

“Don’t worry about it. I know that Gotham can be a difficult city to find a safe apartment in.”

“Tell me about it, luckily your dad sent in a good word to Bruce Wayne and I’m going to be his new secretary. It’s a surprisingly good salary, hopefully I’ll be able to save enough to get us out of Crime Alley – Not that your apartment isn’t nice! I just -”

“You just don’t want to raise a three year old in Crime Alley. Don’t worry, I understand”

“You can come live with us, get to a better neighborhood”

Roy ruffles your hair, “Nah, cousin, I like it here, this place has grown on me. And plus, if I leave whose gonna make sure that the girls on the corner ain’t pushed around?”

“So you look out for the hookers?”

“They’re sweet ladies, they just gotta do what they gotta do. I just make sure that the Johns don’t get too rough, and if they need a snack I’ll toss down a few things”

“You’re such a bleeding heart, Roy!”

“I can’t help it! They have kids and some guys can be assholes”

You let out a dry chuckle, “I know all about guys being assholes. Trust me”

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that, Y/N” Roy pulls you down onto the couch, “Do you think Jacks will remember anything?”

“I hope not, the only time he really saw Lyle hit me was when we were trying to leave, at least I hope that’s the only time he saw it. Jackson’s a smart kid though, hopefully he’s too young to remember anything.”

“You think he’s gonna try and sue for custody?”

“I sure as hell hope not”

Roy smirks, “For his sake I hope to hell he stays far away from Gotham”

--

Six months later finds you in your own apartment in a much nicer side of Gotham than Roy’s apartment in Crime Alley. Jackson’s been enrolled in pre-school, and then goes to daycare while you’re at work.

“Mommy!”

You kneel down, easily catching your son in your arms, “Hey, pumpkin! I missed you”

“I missed you too, Mommy!”

Scooping up the now four year old boy you turn and head back to your car, “I have a little bit of work that I still need to do at the office, okay sweetheart? Will you be a good boy and draw me a picture while I work?”

The smile your son gives you is bright enough to warm your heart, “Yeah! And I can tell you about my new friends!”

“Of course, Jacks, of course. You know I always want to hear about your day”

Jackson continues to talk while you drive back to WE, “And everyone’s my friend! Even the teacher is really cool! She says that I’m super smart because I already know how to write my name and read some!”

Thankfully Jackson’s always been eager to learn. He took to reading relatively quickly, and even wants to try learning how to speak another language. The woman down the hall from your apartment likes to speak to Jackson in Italian, and has started to teach you and Jackson a few phrases.

“Did you show her that you can add and subtract too?”

“No, Mrs. Ellie said that we get to do math tomorrow, so I have to wait”

“Well, if you want you can practice your math when we get inside, just to make sure that you haven’t forgotten anything”

Jackson’s eyes light up, “Yeah! You’re so smart Mommy”

“Thanks, pumpkin”

Once you get Jackson set up with his math problems, several sheets of paper, and a cup of juice, you can finally finish your work for the day. Most people think that being a secretary is easy work, and it might be if you worked for anyone other than Bruce Wayne. Mr. Wayne who was constantly canceling or rescheduling meetings, having some kind of scandal, or hosting some kind of party, was a lot of work to keep up with.

“Mommy?”

“Hmm?”

“How long are we gonna be here? I’m hungry”

“I’m almost done, sweetheart. I just need to make a few more of these invitations so I can send them out tomorrow and then we can go.”

“Y/N?”

You whip around, coming face to face with your boss. “Mr. Wayne?! What are you doing here so late? I though you left at 3 today”

Bruce raises an eyebrow, “I could ask you the same thing considering I know you left at 5 pm, but here you are at 6:30pm and still working”

“I – I had to pick up my son” you make an aborted gesture towards the four-year-old, “and I had to come back to finish these invitations for the gala in two weeks …”

“I didn’t even know that you had a son”

“Well, I try not to bring up my personal life at the office, I mean I’m just your secretary Mr. Wayne”

“Yes, but you’ve been with me for over six months and I still never knew that you had a son. Hasn’t he gotten sick or anything?”

“Well, my cousin Roy can usually watch Jackson when he’s sick so I don’t have to take time off work. I mean I can’t really afford to miss much, it’s a little difficult to be a single mom and pay rent. I was only just recently able to move out of Crime Alley and I’d like to be able to stay out of there”

“I’m … sorry. I always asked you to work weekends, or come in after hours. I never realized you had a son” Mr. Wayne pauses for a minute, “You mentioned your cousin. Roy? Would that happen to be Roy Harper?”

“Yeah, actually. Do you know him?”

“He and my sons, Jason and Dick, are good friends”

“Yeah, he mentioned a Jason and Dick, but I never got the chance to meet them before I moved out.”

“Mommy, I’m hungry”

“Sorry, baby, I’m almost done. Do you want some fruit snacks?”

“Yeah!” You quickly pull out a pack of fruit snacks and pull it open. “Thanks”

“I’m really sorry, Mr. Wayne, but I need to finish this up so I can figure out some dinner”

“Actually, I was going to go to dinner with my sons and I wanted to know if you and Jackson would like to come. It’d be my treat”

“I can’t ask that of you, Mr. Wayne”

“Call me Bruce, and I insist. You’ve made my life so much easier these past few months that dinner for you and your son would be the least I can do. What do you think, Jackson? Would you like to go out for dinner with my sons and I?”

“Yes, please!”

You narrow your eyes at your boss, “What was a dirty trick, Mr. Wayne, using my own son against me”

“Come on, Y/N, it’s just dinner. And three of my sons are close to your age, I know that you don’t have very many friends your own age, not with how much time you spend here and then with how much you must spend with your boy”

“Please, Mommy? Can we please go? I promise I’ll be good and I’ll use all my manners”

“Fine, we can go, but you have to clean up after yourself first”

Jackson scrambles to get everything in order. He puts all of his papers in his backpack, and throws away his juice cup and snack wrapper. “All clean”

“All right” Quickly logging out of your computer and gathering your own things, you turn back to the billionaire, “So, where are we going?”

--

You all arrive at the small diner at the same time. “Boys, I’d like you to meek Y/N and her son, Jackson. She was working late tonight and though it would be nice if they joined us”

“Hi, I’m Dick” The man grins, his blue eyes sparkle with the light of a man that’s seen a lot in his life, but still manages to see the good in everyone. “It’s really nice to meet you guys” He doesn’t seem to know how to handle Jackson though, so it’s obvious that he’s never been around kids.

The second man that steps forward is huge. He’s about as big as Bruce, but he has gunmetal grey eyes and a strange white streak in his hair. “I’m Jason” As soon as you let go of his hand Jason crouches down and smiles at Jackson, “Hey, big man. My name’s Jason, what’s yours?”

The little boy grins and to your surprise darts forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Jason’s neck. “My name’s Jackson, but mommy calls me Jacks”

Jason pulls back slightly, a soft smile on his handsome face, “Oh yeah, bud? And what does your daddy call you?”

You twitch not expecting the question, but before you can even open your mouth Jackson answers, “Well, my father liked to call me bad names, like bastard and little shit, and he used to hit mommy, but mommy and me left to come here and live with Uncle Roy”

Everyone paused, either in shock or in horror at what Jackson had just said. Slowly crouching down and pulling Jackson away from Jason, “Baby, we talked about this, remember? We said that we weren’t ever gonna tell people about your father and what he did.”

“I know, but -”

“You promised that you wouldn’t tell people, Jackson. When people ask where your father is you tell them …”

“That I don’t have one” Jackson’s lip wobbles, “’m sorry, mommy”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Come on, lets meet everyone else and then we can eat, alright?”

“Okay”

--

Dinner is a surprisingly fun affair. It’s full of the brothers constantly picking at each other, Bruce trying to control his sons, and your own son’s laughter. Jackson seems to bond even more with Jason and, to everyone’s apparent surprise, Damian.

Damian places the menu on the table, “No, Jackson, chocolate milk is obviously superior to plain milk, so that is what we shall get”

“You like chocolate milk too?!”

“tt – of course.”

“Mommy, can I have chocolate milk?”

“Only a small cup, I don’t want you to have too much sugar before bedtime”

Jackson’s smile is bright, “Thank you!”

Jason smiles at you, watching his youngest brother and your son debate which is better, grilled cheese or chicken nuggets. “He’s a cute kid”

“Thanks”

“He’s pretty damn smart too. He was telling me about his math and reading when you were talking to Tim and Bruce about work.”

Your eyes soften when they fall on your boy, “He’s always been smart and he soaks up new information like a sponge. He likes to watch animal documentaries instead of cartoons, and one of my neighbors is teaching him a little bit of Italian.”

“Even smarter than I thought” Jason’s eyes meet yours, “You know you’re pretty awesome too”

“I just your dad’s secretary, Jason”

“You’ve also gotten yourself out of an abusive relationship, and are raising a pretty awesome kid”

A blush starts creeping up your cheeks, “Thank you. You seem to be pretty good with kids you know”

“Before Bruce adopted me I lived in Crime Alley, there were a lot of kids on the street that needed to be looked after. I honestly think that kids can sense that I’ve had experience, that I like to be around kids”

The chocolate milk comes for Damian and Jackson, when Damian just tries to drink it Jackson shows him the wonder of blowing milk bubbles, “I was surprised when he hugged you. Ever since we left his father he’s been wary of strange men, the only man he really likes is Roy. Damian I can understand because he’s young, but you’re huge and basically a stranger”

“Kids have pretty good instincts, especially ones who’ve witnessed abuse”

Jackson lets out another shrieking giggle, this time at Dick and Tim fighting over the last French fry, “You guys are just really good with him” Dick starts whining when he realizes that Jackson stole the fry among all the fighting. Bruce calls the waitress over and orders another three servings of fries.

“So, I know that we only just met, but I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me sometime? Like on a date?”

“Yes!” Both you and Jason look at Jackson in surprise, “Say yes, mommy!”

“You want me to go on a date with Jason?”

Damian snorts, “tt – you would be an acceptable partner for Todd, much better than any other woman he has brought around. The child is also acceptable, I quite enjoy his company”

“Glad we have your approval, Demon Brat, but it’s up to Y/N whether or not she wants to go out with me”

Giving Jason a shy smile you nod, “I think I’d really like to go out with you, Jason. I mean Roy had some pretty good things to say about you, and if you’re his best friend than I guess you must be a pretty good guy”

Jason’s grin is blinding, and Jackson cheers, “Yay, mommy!”

--

Jason’s out patrolling, making one last round before heading in for the night. He hasn’t been able to stop smiling since Y/N said yes to a date, but that smile is quickly wiped off his face when a red arrow hits his helmet.

“Hood!”

Jason yanks off the helmet, looking up in shock at his best friend, “What the fuck, Roy?! Did you just shoot an arrow at me?!”

“That was a warning shot. You hurt my baby cousin or her boy and the next time I shoot, you won’t be wearing the helmet. Understand?”

“Yeah – Yeah I understand”

Slowly Roy unnotched his arrow, sliding it back into his quiver, “Good. Jay, I love you like a brother, but I’m serious, you hurt either of them and I’ll kill you”

[makethatelevenrings]

Day 25 - Mirror Sex

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader

Warnings: if you’re under 18, please go away. go be a kid. go play club penguin or something. idek if club penguin is still a thing.

Summary: You and Jason get caught in the rain. Things ensue.

Kinktober Masterlist

Your laughter echoed off the walls of the stairwell as you ran ahead of Jason’s thundering footsteps. He caught you at the landing to your floor and spun you around, his hands settling on your hips and his lips catching against the corner of your smile. He was grinning too, but it was that small, private one that he used in public. You teased him that he didn’t need to maintain his macho man attitude constantly, but he merely shot you a Look and that was the end of that conversation.

Hey, if it scared off assholes from looking at you, you would accept it.

Jason Todd was terrifying when he wanted to be. But with you, he was always gentle and kind. You loved how he played soccer with the kids on the sidewalks as you walked to the corner store or the times he saw single moms struggling to carry bags of groceries up to their apartments and he would enlist the two of you to help, making conversation as you walked her to her place. He patrolled the Bowery with the intention of protecting those who couldn’t defend themselves from those trying to take advantage of the way the Gotham elite and police turned a blind eye to the people of this neighborhood.

And god, how you loved the way his hair curled over his forehead right now, rain soaking the ends and sprinkling droplets over his cheeks. The bag from the bodega down the street was clutched in one of his fists, the bottles of kombucha you had begged him to buy along with a packet of condoms and some of those pretzel sticks you both liked, banging against your leg as he pushed you back against the door to your place and dipped his head to press his lips against yours.

You broke away from him with a laugh. Your joy overrode the feeling of discomfort that normally accompanied soaking wet clothes plastered against your body. The two of you had run out to grab a few things, thinking you would have outrun the quickly approaching storm. But in the eight minutes it took to grab everything and pay, it had started downpouring.

It was like something out of a movie. You had stopped Jason on the sidewalk outside of your apartment, grabbed the front of his shirt, and yanked him down to crash your lips together in a searing kiss. Soaking wet yet burning with desire, the two of you stumbled upstairs to where you were now.

“C’mon,” he grunted. “Gotta get you outta these wet clothes.”

His hand fumbled with the keys and you snickered as he cursed under his breath until he successfully unlocked it and pushed the door open. You stumbled back but he caught you, shutting the door and locking it without even looking behind him. He tossed the bag to the side and his hands slipped under your shirt and pushed up, tugging your shirt up and over your head.

You nearly crashed into the wall but Jason’s hand shot up and cradled the back of your head, absorbing the shock of the hit. He hauled you up against him and you wrapped your legs around his waist, peppering kisses over his brow and cheeks and jaws as he headed towards the bathroom.

Jason set you down on the sink, brushing aside some random skincare products Dick and Steph kept giving you, and cupped your face between his large palms. He sought your mouth with such a tender yet directed touch that you moaned into his kiss and tugged at the hem of his shirt. He pulled away just long enough to grab the back of his shirt and yank the soaked fabric up and over his head.

Fucking hell, it was like a Chippendale show or something. Rivulets of water trailed over his taut, muscular frame and you wanted to chase each drop with your tongue. Instead, you settled on unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them over his hips. He smirked and shook them off to pool onto the ground, leaving him in just his boxers.

“Your turn,” he remarked. You slid off the counter and shimmied out of your pants, turning your head over your shoulder to look at yourself in the mirror. You looked like a mess thanks to the rain and a slight frown twisted at your lips.

As if sensing your sudden turn of emotion, Jason slid behind you and brushed his lips over your shoulder. His teal gaze met yours in the mirror and he wordlessly slid your undergarments off, exposing your body to the cool air. Your nipples hardened at the drop in temperature, but his heated gaze lit a fire in your stomach.

“Beautiful,” he mumbled. He said it in such a way that it was almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud. As if it were a word he kept tucked next to his heart. As if you were the most precious treasure in the world and by whispering the truth of your beauty to the world, he was revealing the location of his most prized possession.

Jason dropped to his knees and his hands came up to knead the flesh of your ass before he parted your cheeks and licked a fat stripe across your holes. You gasped, your hips rocking forward and pressing you against the cool ceramic tile of the bathroom sink. In the mirror, your lips parted and eyes widened as you realized what was about to happen.

“Keep your eyes forward, sweetheart. Want you to see what I see,” he said, voice muffled from his place by your thigh.

And then he dove in.