#Robin and Jay know........ they have seen everything............

[milolovesbmc]

trick or treat.... is it later enough to get more gpi.... 😁

It's never too early........ Always a delight to have you in my asks.... 😁😁

I'm working on more stuff I promise... but for now have this one.... They invented being t4t

[somnus-in-law]

How many batgirls and robins later do you think it would take before the kids realize that Dick wasn't lying and Bruce really does just eat the rats, bats, and literally everything that crawls in the cave?

[sanguineterrain]

Jason is definitely the type to go feral over his best friend he hasn't seen in years. Hear me out: he's alive again, and not only that, but he's huge. Strong. People are afraid of him. So the reader is in town, walking the streets, and they meet again, maybe when he protects them as Hood. And reader is ecstatic to see Jason again of course and he's the same but also, all he can think is minemineminemine and I WANT YOU. mans is down horrendous for his sweet best friend that he missed and he's been in love with them for so long and now that he has them, he's not giving them up

idk if this was a prompt but i got inspired <3 thanks for stopping by anon

jason todd x gn!reader. feral jason i guess, but really soft jason. jason who yearns to be yours. jason who'd do anything for it, even if it meant one sided devotion... and also, jason who is loved by you. 1.2k words

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"I don't understand why you can't come to my apartment."

"I told you why." Jason's posture is rigid but his tone is gentle. Because he has told you why he won't enter your home. Multiple times. Doesn't mean you don't challenge it every time you meet him on a random rooftop.

"It would be fine, Jay," you say. "I trust you."

"I know. But I don't trust everybody else," he says, words crackling through his modulator. That had frightened you at first; in fact, everything about a newly-resurrected Jason Todd had frightened you. From his height to the guns, you'd been sure that night in Gotham would be your last.

But then it had become clear that cheated death aside, nothing could kill his heart.

"You haven't visited in a while," you say.

You don't mean for it to sound accusatory.

"I know," Jason says. "Been busy. The Bats..."

And you knew. You knew the second you found out that Jason was alive that it would be like this, that he wouldn't be completely yours. He wasn't yours when he was Robin either, perhaps even less so.

And what's wrong with that? You have no right to ask him to be yours. To give you more.

But the recent distance has frightened you. Maybe it's for safety's sake, but your selfish heart wishes that he'd drop that for once.

Then again, there's always that dread in your stomach that perhaps Jason Todd doesn't love you the way you love him. And perhaps he never will.

"Well, I wish you'd call," you say.

This is wrong. You shouldn't be picking fights. Jason doesn't go dark out of cruelty, only necessity.

Jason sighs. "I can't. 'M sorry."

You cross your arms. It's chilly tonight.

"Do you even want to see me?"

He tilts his head. Dangerous.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want to intrude," you say. "You're busy and all the stuff with B, I don't—I mean, I wouldn't hold it against you if you—"

Jason takes two long strides and closes the distance. You swallow the rest of your sentence as he backs you up against the brick exterior of an abandoned apartment. Your heart picks up. You're not afraid; the fear went long ago. You're just... something. You're something about Jason.

The last time you two hugged was after Willis' death. You'd wanted to wrap him in his cape, thought maybe that would make everything feel as small as he'd been.

Now, a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier, Jason clearly does not need a cape. Right?

He takes off his helmet, lets it hang on his hand. His other hand is by your head. You lean back, let your neck go on display. Jason doesn't miss the movement.

"What're you doing, Jay?" you ask levelly.

Maybe he thinks you don't notice this distance but you do. You don't want to push him to talk about it, because as upsetting as it is, you're still strangers to each other.

You are and you're not. He died and he didn't. You grieved and you didn't. You burn and... you burn.

But you're tired of being and not being. You won't let him keep you in emotional purgatory. If he's done with you, he should just say so.

"If you don't want to meet anymore," you start, and let the words hang in the air.

"I—" he starts, then swallows. He tosses his helmet to the side. He doesn't touch you, just hovers inches away. Jason smells like lilac and gun smoke.

"I don't think you understand... my devotion," he says, voice low. "How much power you have over me."

Your eyes widen. "Wh—"

His green eyes reflect the streetlight like a cat's. The sight stops you short. Jason Todd is hot metal on a knife's edge, and it would do you well to remember that.

His hands curl into fists. He shakes his head.

"Sorry," he whispers like a prayer. "Not tryna scare you." His chest rises and falls rapidly. "'M I scarin' ya, sweetheart? Tell me and I'll go home, shake it off. Wait forever. I can be good. Won't want what I don't deserve."

"I'm not scared," you say, and it's the most sure you've ever been. "Not scared of you, Jay."

He breathes a laugh, like he can't quite believe you. His breath is warm on your neck.

"You'd be the first," he says. "The only one."

This, you believe. This, you have wondered some nights, knowing that even Batman isn't sure what to do with a son who lives with death on his shoulder.

"You don't have to devote yourself to me," you say, because that makes you pause. Who are you to be his god?

Jason laughs again, strong and sure. He sinks to his knees in front of you. His white streak glows in the light.

"You think it's a vice?" he asks. He rests a hand on your left thigh, testing. You lay your hand over his, so he holds your other thigh too.

He hums. "You do. You think you're holdin' me hostage."

Jason takes a shuddering breath and flattens his palms over your legs. Then he leans in and rests his cheek on your leg, nose near the apex of your thighs. Your belly flips.

"Let's make one thing clear. My devotion is my only redemption. 'S the only thing that makes me believe I'm not all rotted inside. Makes me behave. In this world and the next, I'm yours."

"I... Jason, you belong to yourself, not me. I don't—"

"You don't have to do anything. If it's too much, then I'll disappear. You can carry on."

You stroke the exposed side of his face. He looks up at you.

He is still. You have made him still.

"I'm yours too," you say.

He shakes his head. "You don't hafta—"

"Do you think being yours is a curse?" you ask, gaze sharp.

"Don't promise something for balance's sake," he rasps. "I'll be yours without you being mine."

Your heart is still. He has made it still.

"I'll keep coming back," Jason whispers, eyes wide. "If you're mine, I can't leave. Y'don't know what you're doing. Don't give yourself to me."

"I do. I'm yours."

His grip tightens around your legs. Jason shakes his head.

"Don't do it," he says into your thigh. "I shouldn't have anyone. I'm-I'm only meant to be yours. Nobody's mine."

But you know. You can slide your finger along his teeth and he'll wait with his mouth open. You can touch his edges and he'll turn his cheek so you won't nick your finger. He would sooner chew his own tongue.

"It's alright," you say, and kneel. You dirty your knees right alongside him. "It's okay, Jason. I know what I'm doing."

His breath hitches. Jason presses you into the brick, tucks his face into your neck. His arms wrap tightly around your waist.

"Sorry," he whispers frantically. "'M sorry. You can push me away. Sorry."

"I won't do that." You hold him and let him take you. "I know you're good. I thought—I thought you were pulling away, and I..."

"I was," he admits, muffled in your skin. "'M sorry. Was the only way I could think of to let you go. You deserve better. Couldn't think 'round you, honeylove. Knew it was a death sentence when I found out that you still lived in Gotham."

"It wasn't," you say. "Best thing that's ever happened to me."

Jason huffs. "You say that now, but..."

"No. I say it now and I'll say it again. Keep me, Jason. I'll keep you too."

[jasontoddspussy]

i kinda wanna write a short crack-ish time travel au where 12 year old jason swaps places with 22 year old jason bcs it'd be so fkn funny everyone would be so concerned. bcs like jaybin was not the angry kid fandom seems to think????? he was so sweet?? he listened, he was happy-go-lucky and wanted to help, found wonder in everything (robin gave him magic) and he was just so full of life and hope

so im just imagining:

titans: so hows it going with robin? you havent really talked about him or complained about his goody-two shoes sunshine-ness for a while. you good?

dick: well, uh. you see.

titans: also, who's the body-guard?

jason:

dick: so uh. this is.. future? robin..?

jason, 6'4 built like an idustrial fridge and a heavy aura of ''i can and will break your neck if you look at me the wrong way'' and voice gravelly from either the scar tissue or smoking or both: sup

titans:

titans: (just. stares. uncomprehending)

More under the cut V

just got like a funny picture in my head of like. a time travel AU where jason either swaps places with his younger self or somth idk but they're like sitting quietly eating breakfast and it's all fun and good but then a magical poof ensues and bam. adult jason is sitting there and jason is very confused bcs like yeah he was in fact sitting and about to eat but that had been at the nest with tim across him and maybe dick or damian snoring away on the couch in the next room.

meanwhile, dick and bruce and alf are all.. very confused bcs 1) baby jay just vanished. not only is the kid gone but in his place is a man who sorta looks like jay. (i headcanon jay as trans, this was before he came out.. tho i do have aus where he doesnt get to come out to anyone but tim, who makes a secret grave in his honor and doesn't out him.)

and bruce is like.

b: caroline...? is that you?

jay: (blinks) hm. congratulations, it's a boy. (jazzhands).

2. this man looks like he's seen the worst things humanity can offer, not to mention the very extensive scarring *covering every visible inch of his body* and the creepy either white eyes or green eyes.

and now he's sititng with just bruce and a very young looking dick and all of them just stare at each other and all jay can say is "fuckin' hell. seriously?" and groans bcs he did not want to deal with bruce. at all.

3. this man is not as surprised to be there as he should be.

jasons really not pleased with the situation but it is what it is and he's like just call constantine or zatanna or whatever. meanwhile everyone else is too busy staring at the fact jason, tiny jay, is taller than freakin' bruce and built like an industrial fridge (that isnt from lowes). none of them know how to feel about this

just like.

"you're.. awfully calm about this."

"eh, i've seen weirder." it is unsaid but jay is thinking of discowing.

n the three of them just has no idea how to treat this adult jason. this jason who seems.. familiar but so, so very different. obviously something must've happened bcs the guy looks like he's been in a freaking zombie apocalypse. and jays just like i cant wait to be home i hate this place, and makes the most unnerving comments here and there that just makes the others more confused. like.

"you can sleep in your old..? room. we will need to look for a change of clothes, though."

"ill use a guest room, i'm not setting a foot in that shrine."

"as you can see by this footage it's possible-"

"oh, that's not who killed him. look there, that's a falcone mark. this wasn't random but premediated."

"hm why are you even bothering with this case? listen - that's the sound of a skull being crushed, not the sound of an arm breaking, duh."

and they just get more confused and concerned

jason is a giant man made of muscle and rage and everyone is left reeling cause something happened to him, but he wont say what, and everyone keeps trying to guess and he doesnt clarify anything and obs no one is thinking "he died, got revived, turned into a zombie, pumped through HRT rage edition, becamea crime lord, was killed by his dad who chose to save his murderer, thrown into arkham by his older brother, broken out by his younger brother/boyfriend, made his own team of outlaws and put himself back together, only then starting to reconcile with some of the bats"

when they finally figure out how to get him back, someone, maybe baby timmers guesses "you were turned into a zombie" as a joke and jay finger guns him and says "yep" and then back jumps into the portal to get him back to his own time

meanwhile baby jason has the time of his life

not only is he apparently tall, *but* dick likes him?? he's apparently done a lot of good for crime alley??? he has a brother? boyfriend? both?? who looks up to him and is both very familiar yet he doesnt recognise him at all, and a younger brother who also looks up to him and is very protective and reminds him of like a small cat?????

dicks like we gotta get so many pictures of you!!! and jays like super confused but also like ok???

he can obviously tell that somethings up that theyre not telling him. but honestly the fact that it's like a decade into the future and he has so many people who loves him??? he decides its a problem for future him.

everyone is just very happy bruce is away on a mission in space.

[stormz369]

☕💖 Can I Get Your Number? ☕💖 Ch 5

Jason Todd x (f)Chubby!Reader

written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, angst and comfort, will probably get NSFW later, let me know if there's anything else I should tag this with!

warnings: difficult conversation about the past, allusions to trauma, abuse, and body dysmorphia

wc: 1.8k

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I kept seeing glimpses of vigilantes after that night. Every Gothamite had a couple stories about seeing Masks, but five sightings in a week was weird, even after a villain prison break! So considering most of the major villains were behind bars or at Arkham at the time, and that most of these sightings were during the day, I was starting to get really weirded out. Signal made an amount of sense, but the rest of them were never seen during the day! And all of them just sort of standing around on rooftops and in alleys? Something was definitely up with the Gotham vigilantes. 

I mentioned it to Jason once. Only once. I had seen Nightwing and Robin whispering together in the alley behind my work. The looks on their faces when they saw me was too funny, and Nightwing's gravely “we were never here” before they grappling-hooked away had me wheezing. But the look on Jason's face told me just how unfunny he found it; for a minute I was concerned that he might try to fight them. I decided it was best to keep the sightings to myself after that; they weren't hurting anyone, most of the time they didn't even talk to me, and I didn't want him doing something stupid. Jason was so protective, and I wouldn't have him get hurt because of me.

Our relationship confused me a bit; in some ways we were moving very fast, but in others it was like we were at a standstill. Every day started with a good morning text, and ended with a good night call. Soon he was coming over every few days; sometimes we would cook together, but usually he brought takeout with him. We would eat and discuss the books we'd selected on our mall date. He would sit next to me on the couch; our knees would touch when we turned to face each other. Our hands would touch when I passed him a plate or a glass. Sometimes he would set his hand next to mine on the couch, and I'd rest my fingers over his. Every night on his way out he hovered by the door, and every night I thought he might lean in for a kiss, or a hug, or something. Instead, he'd stare for a minute, his face would turn pink and he'd mumble out a ‘g’night Doll’ and duck out. It would have been cute if it wasn't so frustrating.

I thought I was putting out all the right signals; I turned toward him when he spoke, didn't pull away when our hands touched, scooted closer when he sat next to me, leaned forward just a bit at the door. I wasn't sure if he was shy or uncomfortable, but I certainly didn't want to make it worse, so I wasn't sure how to get things moving.

Finally, after two months of this, I decided it was probably best just to ask him about it. I told him not to bring dinner, got everything to make one of his favorite comfort foods, and made sure it was ready when he arrived. His knock was quieter than usual, I almost didn't realize he had arrived. When I opened the door he had an unusually blank look on his face, like he'd put on a Halloween mask of himself.

“Hey Jay, … you alright?” I frowned slightly, moving to let him in. He hesitated before stepping inside.

“Yeah, I'm alright. How ’bout you?”

I led him to the dining room where the food was laid out. “I had a good day. I made that chili you like, and I- … are you sure you're ok? You look a bit tense.”

I had turned back to see him staring at the table, like he wasn't sure what he was looking at. “... You … cooked?”

“Um, yeah? … I know we usually cook together if we're not getting takeout, but the chili takes a few hours and I didn't think we’d want to wait until midnight to eat … is that ok?”

“... Y- yeah, that's ok … sorry, I … I thought …” he frowned, like his thoughts were a particularly complex puzzle he was trying to put together. “... I usually bring food, so … when you said not to I guess I assumed the worst.”

“Oh… oh! Did you think I didn't want to have dinner together?” He nodded awkwardly, staring at the table. “Oh Jason! I'm so sorry; I just wanted to surprise you with the chili. I love getting to eat together, promise!”

I smiled gently, holding my hand out to him. He slowly reached out and took it, squeezing a bit. “Me too… you … you're too nice to me, Doll.”

“No such thing. You feel ok now?” he nodded, smiling a little, and we sat to eat. The tension slowly eased out of his back as he ate. I tried not to stare too much, it seemed to make him a bit nervous, but I loved the look on his face when he was enjoying a meal. 

“... Jason, can I ask you something?”

“Sure?”

“... Is there a reason you haven't kissed me yet?”

He froze, looking over at me slowly. His cheeks were bright pink. “... W- was I supposed to?”

“Well, not necessarily supposed to, you don’t have to of course, but you could. … I just … Sometimes I think you will, but then it's like … you stop yourself? Is that right?”

“... I just … I don't …” he set his spoon down, chewing on his lower lip. “I'm … I don't want you to get hurt.”

I tilted my head a bit, confused. “... You're worried about hurting me?”

“Doll, I … you know who I am, right?” I nodded. “Do you … remember a few years back, I … was in the news alot?”

I nodded again; “yeah, … you were dead, and then you weren't.”

“... Yeah. I … I didn't … look like this before. … I was dead, and then I was back, and … I was suddenly in this body. I … I should be used to it by now, but I'm not. I still bump into things because I forget how big I am. I still break things when I think I'm being gentle. … I … I could seriously hurt you, and I don't want to, but … I don't know how to do any of this. I was a crime alley kid, and then I was learning to navigate life at Wayne Manor, and then I was dead. I've never done anything like this before, and I …” he took a deep breath, whispering; “I'm so worried I'm going to do something wrong, and you won't be able to forgive me…”

I slowly reached over, setting my hand next to his on the table. I hoped he’d take it, but I didn’t want to push. “... It sounds like you’ve been through a lot … too much.” He flinched a bit, looking away. “You had to figure out how to survive, and it sounds like you had to do it alone most of the time. … But you don’t have to figure this stuff out alone.”

His head jerked slightly, turning toward me but not looking up yet. “I don’t have a whole lot of experience either, but I think relationships are about figuring out life together.”

“... Most people don’t have so much they have to figure out though. You deserve better …” He whispered it, as if he was afraid I would agree with him.

I slid my fingers a bit closer to his, letting them rest against his just a bit. He didn’t pull away, but he didn’t take my hand either. “I would take this with you over anything else with anyone else.”

“... What if I can’t give you what you want?”

“What I want is for us to keep spending time together. Can we do that?” He nodded. “Then nothing else matters. We’ll do things as we’re ready for them. And if we’re never ready for something, if you’re never ready, it will not matter to me nearly as much as getting to keep this. Ok?”

He nodded slowly, looking at our hands on the table. He slowly flipped his hand over, finally letting mine slide against his palm. His thumb gently stroked my knuckles. “... I still don’t know how to do this though… What if I do something wrong?”

“What kind of ‘doing something wrong’ are you worried about?”

“.... What if I want something you don’t?”

“Then we’ll talk about it, just like this.”

“... I’m not good at talking things out.”

“You’re doing pretty good so far. And I’ll learn to read your body language for those days where you can’t find words for your thoughts. We’ll just have to be patient with each other. Ok?”

“... Ok.” He continued to stare at my hand in his, running his thumb over my knuckles delicately. “... Can … next time, can you tell me if you have a surprise for me? This was really nice, but … most surprises in my life haven't been good ones.”

I nodded. “Of course. No more surprises without some kind of warning.”

 “Thanks ... I … I do want to kiss you, Doll …”

“I’d like that too.” His eyes slowly met mine, and for a brief moment I saw through the imposing man to the little boy he used to be; he wanted to love and be loved, wanted the easy touches and simple intimacies of normal life. But something between childhood and adulthood had obviously gone very, very wrong, and he had locked away those wishes to protect himself. The look in his eyes, like a dying man in the desert stumbling upon an oasis, broke my heart; being nervous in a new relationship was to be expected, but this was something else. Someone had hurt him, and if I ever found out who … I wasn’t entirely sure what I’d do, but I had a feeling I would end that day in handcuffs.

As quick as I saw it, that broken look in his eyes was replaced by a small glimmer of hope, and he slowly brought my knuckles to his lips. I could feel my face heating up as I watched his face; he seemed to be looking for something in my eyes.

“... M- my turn?”

He slowly nodded, letting me lean forward a bit. I guided his hand to my lips and, starting with the pinky, pressed a gentle kiss to the second knuckle of each finger. Jason stared me down, and with each kiss his face got pinker and pinker. When I placed the final kiss on his thumb his lips parted, releasing an almost inaudible high pitched whine.

In the next instant he had one hand in mine, and the other pressed firmly to his face to hide his bright red cheeks. I chuckled softly, offering him a coy smile; “that was a very pretty sound~”

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Cass gets Tim to enroll with her in an adult ballet class. Tim agreed, thinking that he can just quit after a week, but ended up falling in love with the dance. Their vigilante background and athleticism immediately raised them to be the best dancers in the class.

Soon, the rehearsals for their first recital went underway. Cass was chosen to dance a divertissement from Giselle. It was a pas de deux and Tim wanted to dance with her but their master wanted to space out the better dancers for variation.

Recital night came and Tim was nervous. Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Damian and Steph were coming. It was one thing solving cases and taking down rogues in front of your family. It was another to be dancing in front of your family.

Tim snuck a peek through the curtain. He spots Bruce and the others making their way down the aisle to the front row where no one was seated yet.

Tim counted. 'Ok, B, Al, Dick, Steph, Damian, Jason- JASON!?'

What the heck was Jason doing here? He looked out of place with his brown leather jacket and jeans in contrast with the others' more formal outfits.

Forget what Tim thought about dancing in front of his family. It was an even worse thing to dance in front of your adopted brother slash crush!

Plus, Tim didn't know how Jason would react when he finds out what story Tim's dancing to.

The recital started. Cass and her partner were the fifth to perform while Tim and his partner were eleventh.

Cass performed beautifully and Tim gave her a kiss on the cheek when she walked backstage after.

"Jay's here," Cass says. "You'll be fine, yes?"

Her words gives Tim strength. Jason's here and there's nothing Tim can do about it. And while he's here, Tim will give him a hell of a show.

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Jason doesn't know how he got here. No, scratch that, he knows exactly how he got here. He was just cleaning his guns in his apartment when Dickhead appeared and dragged him out. Jason's a bit offended. He's not exactly a fan of ballet but if Dick had just told him that Cass was performing, he would have gone willingly. He would have pulled out his nice suit too if he'd been given the chance.

Jason didn't have the printed program, Damian and Blondie were hogging it but Jason enjoyed the feeling of not knowing what dances were next. He just relied on the names and titles flashed on the screens at the sides of the stage.

The dancers were good, considering that they were adults dancing ballet for the first time in their lives. But Cass just blew them out of the water. Jason made a note to rush out and buy flowers before they go to the expected family dinner.

The next performances flew by. Some danced classical, others modern, one was even dressed as Batman. Or a tutu version of Batman's suit.

"Oh, he's next!" Steph whispered two seats away from Jason.

Jason perked up when he heard familiar piano notes. He looked up from his phone onto the lone male dancer on stage. Then he turned his gaze to the screen.

Pride and Prejudice

Timothy Drake

Was this a joke? Is stuck-up, perfect Tim really dancing? And to Jason's favorite book, no less?

Tim began. His movements, while graceful and flowing, also exuded power and pride. He danced with his eyes closed, like he was savoring it. A small smile played at his lips.

Jason's prejudices completely melted away in the two minutes and 38 seconds that Tim was dancing. Jason had met Tim as Robin. Jason had met Tim as Red Robin. Jason had met Tim as Timothy Jackson Drake. But Tim right now? This was the rawest Jason had seen him.

Tim was gorgeous. He was ethereal. He was everything Jason had ever wanted. And in that moment, Jason knew he had fallen in love.

[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 19 Prompt: Steddie as Parents

Tags: Established Relationship, Good Parent Steve Harrington, Good Parent Eddie Munson, Christmas Fluff, Elf on the Shelf, Eddie Munson Is A Menace, The Return Of Marley Harrington-Munson

wc: 1079 | Rating: G

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Steve and Eddie grew up thinking the highlight of being a parent around the holidays was getting to partake in any and all Santa traditions. To some extent it is, they both love taking Marley to see the big man, and watching her open the gifts they worked hard to secure is always a top ten moment of the year. But Santa isn’t the only highlight for kids anymore. Nowadays Elf on the Shelf is all the rage and they’re fully on board.

Maybe too on board if they’re being honest.

See, Steve and Eddie have very different approaches to the Elf on the Shelf madness that transpires in their house during the month of December.

After one too many heated arguments over what the Elf should do next, they found a compromise. Steve is in charge of Mango the Elf on even days, Eddie on odds, and neither one is allowed to criticize what the other chooses to do.

Not only does it preserve the Christmas magic for Marley, who nearly stumbled in on the two of them playing tug-o-war with the stupid Elf at two in the morning three years ago, but it also saves their marriage. Steve can’t think of many other things that would be more embarrassing than admitting to a marriage counselor that they’re there because of a damn Elf.

Like clockwork, Mango the Elf arrives on December 1st in a chaotic flurry that Eddie manages to one-up every year. Steve has no idea how he does it, but even he can’t help but marvel at the creative scenes Eddie manages to create — especially this year’s which saw Mango arrive by way of a hot air balloon.

It was a tough act to follow, but the two have made it clear that competition has no space in Mango’s antics. After all, it’s all about putting a smile on Marley’s face. How big that smile is shouldn’t matter.

(It definitely does.)

After scouring Pinterest for ideas and a quick call to Robin who thinks the entire Elf Shenanigans is a nightmare, Steve finds himself cutting 200 pieces of paper into snowflakes to transform their living room into a winter wonderland for Mango to play in.

And so it goes.

Eddie creates mayhem and messes — chocolate chips left in the sink because Mango used it as a toilet, toilet paper dropped over the chandelier, and worst of all, flour all over the kitchen after she engaged in a snow angel competition with Barbie.

Steve bites his tongue and focuses his energy on wholesome moments — a Christmas bow rock climbing wall, a slumber party with socks sleeping bags, and plenty of guests, and of course, Marley’s favorite: Mango’s trip to the Elf spa.

They keep each other on their toes, pushing each other to be more and more creative and Marley gets to wake up every morning to a new scene that brings a smile on her face and reminds them of the childlike wonder they were robbed of but are making up for now.

It’s a flawless plan, until disaster strikes.

“Have you seen Mango?”

“Mango?” Eddie yawns, shuffling into the kitchen. “We didn’t buy any Mangos. S’a summer fruit.”

“Not the fruit, the Elf. What did you do with her last night?”

Eddie yawns again, scratching his bare chest as he waits for the coffee to finish brewing. “I hid her like always. A good one too. You know the birdhouse in the yard? Well, it’s now Mango’s treehouse. Decorated it and everything.”

“You mean the birdhouse that is currently being swarmed by a couple of Blue Jays?” Steve asks, voice teetering in the space between calm and panic.

Abandoning the Kurig, Eddie slides across the floor and over to the window that overlooks the backyard. Sure as shit, a couple of Bluejays are going to town on the birdhouse and Mango judging by the red fabric gliding through the morning breeze.

“Oh shit! Mango!”

Steve and Eddie both sprint into the backyard. Steve works on scaring the birds off, while Eddie collects the mangled pieces that remain of Mango. A leg on the floor, an arm in the bushes across the yard. Her decapitated head lays beaten and bruised inside the birdhouse, eyes pecked out and nose completely missing. Tinsel litters the grass along with the careful construction paper decorations Eddie had spent hours making.

If he weren’t so panicked over what Marley is going to think when she wakes up, he’d be crying.

“What are we going to do!”

“It’s too late to get a replacement this year,” Steve says, shaking his head at the carnage in Eddie’s hands. “Maybe we… we write a note! Say Santa called Mango back early because Marley’s been so good and he needs extra hands on present duty?”

“That could work!” Eddie smiles, leaning over the tinsel-covered grass to kiss Steve. “Look at you, coming in clutch with a story. Told ya I’d make a storyteller out of you one day.”

Steve snorts. “Only took 15 years.”

“Better late than never.”

Steve shakes his hand before his eyes drift back over to Mango’s destroyed state. Letting out a sigh, he tips his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “Is it weird m’going to miss this thing?”

Eddie shakes his head, jostling Steve in the process. “It feels like a death. Maybe we should bury her.”

“And risk Marley digging her up in the summer?”

“You’re right. She doesn’t need that trauma,” Eddie chuckles. “Let’s have a moment of silence in her honor then.”

Steve doesn’t argue and they both duck their heads for a moment or two before a gust of wind picks up turning them into shivering messes. After hiding Mango’s form in the trash bin, they return to their warm kitchen.

“We are going to replace her though, right?” Eddie asks, finally sipping his coffee.

“Oh definitely. The minute they’re back in stock I’m buying two. One for next year and one for backup just in case your wild scenes turn disastrous again.”

“Smart thinking,” Eddie smiles. “Guess I should get started on that letter.”

Glancing at the clock, Steve nods. “Better hurry. Marley’ll be up any minute."

"Shit," Eddie says, scrambling to open their junk drawer full of pens and random scraps of paper. "Distract her for me?" 

"I'll try my best," Steve says, pressing a kiss to the top of Eddie's head before disappearing in the direction of Marley's room. 

[wolfjackle-creates]

Ghost!Robin Arc 2 Part 2

Ghost!Robin won this week's poll as well! So have a little bit more of the fic for WIP Wednesday. *resolutely ignores the clock that informs me midnight was an hour ago so it is clearly Thursday*

Check out this week's poll if you want a say in what I post next.

Story Summary: Everything changed the evening Jason met Jazz's brother. Danny introduced him and his entire family to the ghost that is, apparently, haunting him. The ghost of the Robin he had been.

The ghost of the person everyone he's ever known wishes he still was.

All he wants is to make it go away.

First, Previous

Word Count: 1.2k

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Jason did not sleep that night, spending his time beating up a punching bag instead. What sleep he did get was laid out on the mats in the workout room. Even that was plagued by nightmares.

So it was with The Joker’s laughs still echoing in his ears that he finally dragged himself to the kitchen to start making breakfast.

Danny was no where to be seen—probably sleeping—but the ghost was. He was staring out the window not doing anything.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” grumbled Jason.

The ghost did the head motion every Robin learned to indicate they were rolling their eyes. Can’t he signed.

Jason grunted. He…probably should have figured that one out. “Well go read a book or something and don’t bother me.”

The ghost gave him a very deliberate look before flying to one of the bookcases and reaching for a book. Only for his hand to go right through it. He glared back at Jason.

“Oh.” Jason did not feel bad for the creature. He was the interloper here. But the silence in the room was not helping anything. Not with his nightmares so close to the surface. He hooked his phone up to a portable speaker and pulled up his audiobook library. Today was the sort of day for an old favorite.

Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence…

Jason hummed in satisfaction and turned his attention to the fridge. What to make for breakfast? He resolutely ignored the ghost who’d settled in his living room.

A few hours later, Jason was finishing the homemade fruit sauce when arms wrapped around his stomach and a head rested against his back.

“Mmmm, smells good,” mumbled Jazz, her voice rough with sleep.

Jason patted her arm. “I remember you liked the strawberry topping. Figured we could have it over pancakes. Batter is in the fridge.”

“Best boyfriend ever,” she said. She rested her head against his back and Jason felt himself relax in a way he hadn’t since he’d stepped out of the dining room and saw the ghost. “You left early.”

His stomach sank. Of course she noticed. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Jason,” she said flatly, a hint of warning in her tone.

He sighed. “I just couldn’t sleep. Too many thoughts going ‘round my head.”

“Hence the Austen?”

He chuckled. “Hence the Austen.”

She yawned and pushed away from him. “I’ll go brush my teeth and get Danny up.”

“He was up pretty late himself; might need to sleep in.”

She groaned. “Of course he was up, too. Well too bad. He could’ve gone to bed earlier and I think we need to have a talk about what to do next.”

“He said something about doctor yetis and a place called the Far Frozen,” Jason said. He stirred the strawberries and lifted a spoonful to test it’s consistency. Perfect. He turned off the burner.

“Oh. And you agreed?”

Jason shrugged. “Doesn’t seem like I have much of a choice if I want that”—he jerked a thumb at the ghost—“gone.”

“Jason…” her voice had gone soft and he winced.

“I know,” he admitted to the stove. “I know it’s gonna be more complicated than that.”

She was silent for a moment before sighing. “I love you, Jay,” was all she said before walking away. Presumably to the bathroom to get ready.

Which meant he had to start the pancakes. He pulled out the griddle, added a wad of butter, and turned on the heat.

By the time Jazz and Danny returned, Jason had made a pile of pancakes large enough to satisfy a speedster. Next to it sat the strawberry topping and a jar of syrup in case that was Danny’s preference. On an impulse, he grabbed the chocolate chips, too.

Chocolate and Austen, the perfect combination for a crappy day.

Unfortunately, breakfast passed much too quickly for his tastes and soon enough they were packing away the leftovers in the fridge.

“Jazz, you’re so lucky you found someone who could cook,” commented Danny.

Jason had to laugh. “Yeah, not one of her skills, is it?”

“Not one of either of our skills. Has she told you about what our kitchen was like growing up?”

“After your knife comment last night, I feel like she may have left some things out.” Despite everything that had happened since, he hadn’t forgotten that little tidbit. Jazz was so tight-lipped about her childhood that Jason made a point to horde every detail she let slip.

Jazz groaned. “Nope. I’m full of delicious food and happy. I do not want to have to remember the hell that was the Fenton kitchen.”

From the corner of his eye. Jason could see the ghost looking at them with interest. He glared at him; the ghost glared right back.

“That’s enough, you two,” ordered Jazz.

Jason broke eye contact and stared at the floor to mumble and insincere apology he knew wouldn’t fool Jazz.

Luckily she took pity on him and didn’t push. “Danny, Jason said something about you taking us to the Far Frozen?”

Danny nodded. “Yep! Frostbite might be able to tell us what happened and have some ideas on how to help them.”

“Well, Jason, Robin,” started Jazz and Jason had to force himself to not wince at the way she addressed them both. “When do you think you want to go?”

“Now,” said Jason immediately. “Or as soon as possible. I want to know what’s going on.”

The ghost nodded his agreement and made more of those chirping noises that Danny seemed to understand.

“Then let’s get going,” said Danny.

Jazz sighed again. “Hold it, Danny. Jason, you and I should go get changed. There’s a reason it’s called the Far Frozen.”

Jason took her advice and dug deep in his closet for the heaviest winter gear. Before too long, Jazz declared them both dressed in enough layers to satisfy her. They returned to the living room.

“Do you need us to do anything?” asked Jason.

“Nah.” Danny raised his hand and made a slashing motion with his fist. “That’s all it takes. There’s some benefits to being the Ghost King: my ring can open portals anywhere.”

Following the motion Danny had made, a tear formed in the very fabric of the universe. Though it, Jason could see a swirling sky of Lazarus green. Over his years as a vigilante, Jason had seen many strange and impossible things. But that tear unsettled him on a more visceral level than most. It reminded him of the pits, he wanted to run away. It felt like home, he wanted to run forward. Instead he stared, transfixed by the way the bit of sky—was it sky?—through the portal appeared to flow like water.

Jazz grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

Danny didn’t hesitate and flew right through, transforming as he did. The ghost followed right on his heels. Both turned to stare at him and Jazz.

“Come on,” she said. “We’ll be perfectly safe.” She walked forward and Jason followed, half a step behind.

His conflicted feelings got stronger with every step, but he kept pace with Jazz until they were through. No ground existed wherever they were, but he and Jazz were able to float in place.

Behind them, the portal disappeared. Taking with it his only hope of retreat.

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Next

They've made it to the Infinite Realms! And Jason still has Feelings™️ about the ghost that's following. (Do you notice he never refers to Robin, even mentally, as anything other than "the ghost"? That's a very deliberate choice.)

The strawberry topping is a thing I make semi regularly. I will sit there and eat it with a spoon it's so good. But over pancakes? Absolutely decadent. (The recipe calls it a pie filling, but eh. I'd rather just eat it with a spoon. Or over ice cream. Or pancakes.)

[dehydrated-turtle]

Theres a First Time For Everything

//warnings// 16+, nsfw, mdni

//contents// Jason Todd x transmasc!reader, transmasc reader, robin!jason, underage?? (its not where i am), vaginal sex

//synopsis// First time invited over for dinner and a movie at Wayne Manor by your boyfriend, Jason Todd. - wc: 3.2k

//on ao3//

Being sophomores in highschool, you find it a wee bit odd that you’ve never seen the inside of your boyfriend, Jason’s house. You’d think by now he would’ve invited you over for a sleepover or maybe just dinner. You think maybe he’s just scared of what you’d think of him afterwards because he does live in Wayne Manor. But you know this and don’t look at him any different so what’s he hiding? 

One fateful day however, he actually asks you over for dinner and a movie, he says he has a private theatre at the manor so no need to get dressed up all fancy. He offered to actually have you sleep over and the whole deal, he was super ecstatic about it, almost giddy. What changed? 

Now you’re packing an overnight bag with Jason waiting on your bed, on his phone. He says that Alfred is going to pick you both up and take you to the manor, whoever that is. He seems so chipper about all of this, practically jumping off your bed once you declare you’re done. He rushes you down to and out of your front door by pulling your arm, down the steps and into the ridiculous limousine–apparently–waiting for you and Jay. 

“Hey, Alfie! How ya been??” 

“Very well, sir. Not any different since I last saw you merely 3 hours ago.” The old british man said before putting the car into gear. 

“I am so happy Bruce gave me the OK to actually bring you over!! Also one more thing but I’d rather show you than tell you.” He remarks while smiling ear to ear. 

“What’s got you all excited?” 

“You’ll see.” 

It doesn't take long before you’re pulling into a long and winding driveway which you can only assume is for Wayne Manor. It gets very suddenly eerie like you just entered an actual Tim Burton film. The trees scattered along the property look quite old and twisted. Although it looks cold, somehow it seems welcoming. You see the warm lights coming from inside the manor as you pull up to the front steps and get ever so nervous as you realize that you’re ‘meeting the parents’ for the first time. But like he read your mind, Jason put his hand on your thigh and rubbed little circles with his thumb to calm you down. You looked up at him and his reassuring eyes met yours with a tender smile. 

“Trust me, he’ll love you.” 

You do trust him, with your whole heart, so you take a deep breath and just smile back and nod. 

The car comes to a smooth halt–Alfred’s a good driver c’mon–and you start to gather your things back up to get out. You were about to reach for the door handle when you saw Alfred at the window, pulling open for you. You step out of the vehicle with your overnight bag in hand, looking up at the enormous castle-like building that towers over any of the hundred year old trees around it. Jason came around to your side and grabbed your free hand and squeezed it three times before leading you up the steps and through the intimidating wooden doors. 

On the other side of the oak, stood a tall and handsome man that anyone in Gotham could recognize in an instant as Bruce Wayne. For a billionaire, he sure looked quite humble and sweet with a charmingly warm smile as he offered his hand out to shake. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” he remarks as he shakes your hand gently but with intention and a firm grip nonetheless. 

“Uh.. ditto.” You mutter out, starstruck and at a complete loss for words. 

“I’ll get Alfred to take your bag up for you.” he smiles, yet again. 

“Oh no, it’s fine I can take it, really it’s no problem.” 

“Ok well you and Jason go get ready for dinner, shouldn’t be long.” 

Jay took your hand again and dragged you through the long and seemingly unending hallways that were shining with gold detailing and picture frames of family. It was all so beautiful, you had no clue why you hadn’t been invited before. You come to a halt at a door which you assume is Jason’s room as he opens it revealing a very tidy bedroom. Everything was put away and clean but it was clear that it was his room due to the posters on the wall, stacked bookshelf with all of his favourite books, bedsheets that didn’t match the decor like the rest of the guest rooms they past, and of course Jason’s schoolwork spread out on his desk. You drop your bag on the floor next to his bed while he rushed by you to flop on top of it with a heaving sigh. You laugh at him before he pats the bed, beckoning you to join him. You jump up with him and snuggle into his chest while just resting above the covers. 

“So, why did it take so long to get me here?” 

“Oh, B was scared that you’d find out about his ‘demons in the basement’” 

“Isn’t it ‘skeletons in the closet’? And what changed?” 

“No, B quite literally has demons in the basement. Well, maybe more like bats. And, he finally gave me the ok to show you them.” 

“What the fuck does that mean?” you remark with a chuckle, looking up at him now. 

“Maybe we should wait until after dinner, I hear Alfie coming.” 

Just on queue, “Good ear, sir. Dinner is being served in the main dining hall, gentlemen.” 

You both rush behind Alfred, almost stepping on his heels, eager for dinner made by the man, the myth, the legend himself. Jason has always bragged to you about Alfie’s cooking and baking skills, now you get to see them for yourself. He opens the doors to the dining room and you spot Bruce sitting, ready to eat already. 

“Sit across the table from me ok?” Jason said as he saw how you were scanning the room. 

“Ok.” the room itself was beautiful, the same gold trim as the rest of the house but the seats had a deep blue velvet finish to them that perfectly matched the tablecloth with more of the gold accents. The warm light coming from the chandelier and the candles set along the tremendously long table along with Bruce’s signature smile were all so welcoming. You pulled out the chair to the left of Bruce who sat at the head of the table while Jason took his seat to his right, across from you. Almost immediately after you were seated, a couple of people wearing uniforms came out of what had to be the kitchen with dishes with silver lids on top of them. They had placed one in front of each of you then proceeded to lift the lid. A puff of steam came out of each of them, followed by an intoxicating smell, a cocktail of spices and fantastical scents. What appeared from under the steam was a perfectly cooked steak with a side of green beans and butternut squash. 

“Anything else, Master Bruce?” 

“Uh, maybe some soda for the tykes?” 

“No problem, sir.” 

Dinner goes by quickly, with the amazingly cooked food and the smooth and easy chatter it was tremendously more enjoyable than it was nerve racking. Your nerves were also settled by the soft eyes of your boyfriend reassuring you from across the table and the touching of your shoes together underneath it. As soon as you took your last bites, Bruce threw his napkin onto the table. 

“Alright, I promised Jaylad that I’d show you something real special.” You just looked at him confused then over to Jason who was almost jumping for joy. “C’mon, follow me to the batcave.” 

“Batcave?” you asked but no one responded as you followed Bruce across the manor to an unsuspicious looking grandfather clock. Bruce opened the glass window and turned the hands to 10:48 which made a small click within it. He then pulled it out of the wall, it acted as a door which led to a dark and cold stone staircase. You held Jason’s hand as he practically dragged you down the narrow and steep steps. You quickly came to a very, very, very large cave with so much stuff it was hard to take in all at once. One of the first things that actually processed through your brain was the costumes on the wall, Batman and Robin. “What is this?” you say, utterly confused. 

“The batcave.” Bruce replies. “I’m Batman, Jason here is Robin. I thought it was finally time that you should know, Jason goes on about your forever, only thought it right. Plus he begged me for an hour.” 

You went straight back to your starstruck state as you looked around the cave, trying so hard not to touch anything. All this was very hard to take in but the excitement trumped the worry while you and Jason just blabbed on about things that started to make sense. Bruce had left to do god knows what but really just to leave you two alone. 

“Wanna go get ready to watch a movie?” he asked once the tour of the cave was over. 

“Sure!” 

Jason took your hand again and led you back out of the cave. He really loves to hold your hand, just to know you’re there, following him, making sure you’re safe. The two of you travel to the other side of the manor, swinging your hands between you as you walk. He squeezed your hand three times and looked into your eyes with just pure happiness, his secret is out. One that he didn’t want to keep. He’s ecstatic. 

You get back to Jason’s room, you both change into some comfies, you in one of Jason’s stolen hoodies and some pj shorts, and Jason in an ironic batman tee shirt given what just happened and pj pants. After a quick pit stop in the kitchen for snacks you head to the theatre which is near the back of the manor. 

You go straight to the front of the theatre, the best spots in the house with your arms full of snacks. You sit down beside Jason and lay out all the snacks on your laps. The two of you collected popcorn, swedish berries, fuzzy peaches, doritos (original and sweet chilli heat), root beer, coke, and some maltesers, a nice big box of them along with two blankets. 

“Alright, what movie do you wanna watch? We have literally everything, not kidding.” 

“Ooh, how about Back to the Future?” 

“YES!! Alright I’ll put it on.” 

He grabs the remote on the armrest next to him and turns on the projector at the back of the room. He turns on the movie and while the opening credits start to play, you pull your blanket over you and open your drink. 

The movie continues to play, you both laugh and yell at Marty for doing dumb shit. A while into the film, Jason reaches for your hand on the arm rest between you and takes it up to his face and kisses the back of your palm. You look over at him in wonder but he just gives you a radiating smile. He then leans in for a proper kiss which you reciprocate passionately. He places his hand on the back of your neck to pull you closer. After the kiss breaks, he places a soft but obviously needy kiss on your jawline and more along your neck, leaving a trail of slight hickies behind. A moan escapes your lips, small and wispy but he still heard it and felt it from the vibrations of your neck against his lips. His hand starts to wander down your body, resting on your thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb which makes you unbearably wet very suddenly. 

“Jay…” You whisper against his hair, so low that only he could hear it even if there were people in the theatre. Just then Jason snaps his head up abruptly. 

“Is this going somewhere?” He asks, like he was genuinely curious.

“Um, I hope so?” 

“Perfect. Then we’d better get out of here, not so sure Bruce is keen on having our bodily fluids in the theatre, he does come here often. C’mon, let's clean up and take this to my room.” 

So you do just that, pack up all the snacks and blankets and quite literally run back to Jason’s room. Laughter filling the halls the whole way across the manor. What must Bruce think of these hooligans? 

You rush into his room and look around cluelessly for a place to put the ridiculous amount of shit you have carefully balanced in your arms. 

“Just drop it on my desk.” Jason pants out while shutting the door with his foot as his hands are also full. “There���s nothing important there anyway.” 

He comes up beside you and drops his armful down beside yours before looking up into your eyes with the kindest smile you’ve ever seen a human bear. He leans in hesitantly with his eyes half lidded, looking at your lips before connecting them to his in a soft kiss. He let a gentle moan leave his lips, almost a whimper and barely audible but just enough for your boxers to be soiled. You both make your way to the bed, shuffling and trying not to break the kiss as you do so. 

It all started to happen so fast, dropping pants, pulling off shirts, getting onto the bed, kissing, kissing, and more kissing. Jason offered to take your binder off if you were comfortable with it, you said yes as you aren’t uncomfortable with what you have and don’t really mind your boobs, they just get in the way. So, he pulls off your binder and throws it on the floor and just ogles at your naked figure for a short second, making you blush. He starts to trail kisses from your collar bone, down your sternum, all the way to your pelvic bone where he places a singular kiss while looking up at you with those puppy dog midnight blue eyes, shining against the silver light of the moon coming in from the window. He places another small peck on the crook of your thigh while his fingers wander gently along the skin of your other thigh, teasing you. 

“You know… I’ve never done this before.” He remarks, hesitantly. 

“This being…?” 

“Sex.” 

“So I’m your first?” 

“Yup.” 

“Honestly, that’s kinda hOT-” you yell out as Jason takes your clit into his mouth and starts to swirl his tongue, not at an insane pace but just enough to be surprising. He snakes his arms under your legs to get a hold of your waist, keeping you in place while he works your cunt. Your moans get louder as he starts to go faster. 

“You sure you’ve never done this before?” 

“I’ve watched a lot of porn.” he replies, out of breath but nevertheless goes straight back into it as soon as he finishes his sentence, before you could even laugh at him. He thrusts his tongue into your hole and curls it up repeatedly making your back arch and throw your head against the thousand pillows holding you up. You look down at him to see his eyes are on you, loving and gentle, a beautiful juxtaposition to his ravenous actions. You run your fingers through his raven hair which used to be perfectly placed, now dishevelled. Honestly, you think it looks better like this. 

You feel one of his hands remove itself from its place on your hip, you feel it prod at your folds, teasingly before being pushed in further. He makes sure to go very slowly, drawing it out as long as he can before pumping them ever so gently, curling them up into the sweet spot. He moans against your clit making you whimper at the sensation of the vibrations that are sent through your body, tingling down to your fingertips but resonate in the pit of your stomach, you can feel it bubbling and boiling over. 

“Jay… I-I’m gonna cu-um, fuck…” You mutter out and the hand in his hair starts to push him down further. 

Hearing your words, his tongue flicks on your clit harder and faster, same for the fingers buried deep in your cunt, almost reaching your cervix. His free hand massages your hip and upper thigh in an effort to sooth you while you start to shake and your muscles tense. He can feel you clenching around his fingers as you moan his name along with a river of profanities, cumming for him. 

“Such a good boy for me.” he says, kissing your inner thigh before resting his head on it and looks up at you lovingly with a soft smile while you pant, coming down from your high and sweat drips from your forehead making your hair stick to it. 

After a while of just sweet nothings, Jason slithered his way up to face you and whisper even more sweet nothings in your ear that just made you wetter. You could feel his tip leaving a trail of wet along your thigh as it drags against the skin. 

“Jay… I need you. Please?” 

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” He sits up between your legs, pumping his length a couple of times before lining up to your lips and pushing in slowly but surely. He makes sure that you are comfortable, making sure you can take it. His dick was very much on the large side for what you would think a teenage boy would have, and yet he stretches you out so good. His fingers trace along your skin so gently as he starts to pump, hitting your cervix with every thrust. You moan out his name, begging for more. Your legs wrap around his waist, forcing him to go deeper, if that’s even possible. 

The sounds of skin and heavy moans coat the walls of the room, making the air heavy and damp but electric. The smell of sex and sweat filled both of your noses and swirled in your head making you drunk on it. It was all so exciting and beautifully messy. Beautifully human. Jason buries his face into the crook of your neck, whimpering against the flesh making it hot with his breath. You could feel his dick twitch inside you as you run your fingers through his hair and play with it carelessly but gentle. He leaves bruising kisses where he rests his head. His hips stutter ever so slightly before he whispers into your flesh that he’s going to cum. 

“Please don’t pull out… I’m on birth control, it’ll be fine.” 

All he said in response was a whimper and a final thrust of his hips, pouring his white rivers into your canal. Pouring his heart out into you. He collapses on top of you with a huff and a gentle laugh. He squeezes your body so tightly that you fear you can’t breathe but nonetheless you laugh with him, kissing the top of his head. 

“Hm, I think I love you…” he whispers.

[okeiglxg]

5 fanfics about JLA meeting the BatFam with plus one Day 2

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Just Here For The Popcorn by Lumeleo

-dick grayson/wally west (bg relationship barry allen/ iris West)

- 1,696 words , 1 chapter

Summary- Some members of the Justice League are worried that Batman might not be able to handle Gotham alone. Batman makes a point of showing them that he is not, in fact, alone. Of course he has to do this in the most dramatic way possible.

Barry's just here for the popcorn. https://archiveofourown.org/works/55824742

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google search: are bats mammals? by graveltotempo

-no ships

- 3,255 words, 1 chapter

- batkids de-aged

Summary- Clark liked to think that years of being a superhero and being part of the Justice League had prepared him for everything.

What else could the world throw at him that he hadn’t seen before?

Well, apparently the world could throw Batman walking in with a child in arms, a huge purse on his shoulder, and a gaggle of children chatting and following quick behind him.

Your obligatory 'the batkids get de-aged' fic.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55251988

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Batman or Batdad? By flowers_must_rot

-clark kent/bruce wayne

- 7,733 words, 7 chapters

Summary- Batman isn't always great at turning off the Batdad, when he's with the JL. This is just a little collection of that.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53651890?view_full_work=true

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Terribly Terrific by orphan_account

-no ships

-8,647 words, 6 chapters

Summary- Hood get's captured by the League while Batman's off-world. what's the worst that can happen?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52810042?view_full_work=true

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familiarity by redsray (reigned)

-Jason Todd/ Roy Harper, Dick Grayson/Wally west, Tim Drake/ Kon-El (conner kent)

-12,550 words, 1 chapter

Summary- Roy (5:59pm): JAY

Roy (5:59pm): DID YOU SEND A THREAT TO THE WATCHTOWER

Roy (6:00pm): ?????

The reply came just a minute later, Roy sparing one glance to the chatting Justice League before looking back down.

Jay (6:01pm): Nah

Jay (6:01pm): Was I supposed to?

Jay (6:02pm): Also, that’s not a dinner dish. Try again, Ed Sheeran

Or: How Wally West, Roy Harper, and Kon-El Kent remembered that not everyone just knows the Batfam.

Or or: Three times the Justice League needed Batman but conveniently couldn’t get a hold of him. Good thing he has trained bat associates! Wait, what?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53177941

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That One's Jason, Right? By batsandthebirds

-No ships

- 11,325 words, 4 chapters

-Dick and Jason get De-aged

Summary- The girl and magic staff were nowhere to be seen, instead a fine layer of blue, shimmering dust covered the ground. In the center, where Red Hood and Nightwing should have been, was what looked like a pile of yellow and black fabric until it started shifting and moving, revealing itself to be two human forms.

Tim stopped dead in his tracks, nearly slipping in the dust, causing Robin — who was apparently right behind him — to crash into his back.

Robin mumbled a few curse words directed at him, but stopped short when he saw what was in front of them.

It was two young boys, both with messy black hair, both covered in a fine layer of glittering blue dust, and both wearing the old Robin costume. It was Dick's design, the brighter one, closer in color to what the Flying Graysons had worn, and with a startling lack of pants. But it was the one that Jason had worn too.

Or, Dick and Jason get de-aged by some magic, assumptions are made, and those assumptions are very, very wrong.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54131665?view_full_work=true

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[trashland-llamas]

Leakage

Written as a part of the @extremetimedchallengeexchange 2024; Prompt was - Jason Todd (transgender, closeted) at a gala, bleeding thru his pants: i. uh. got stabbed?

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Jason had decided to attend another one of Bruce’s splendid galas. Dressed in a burgundy dress shirt paired with a white pantsuit. Aware that it was risky with how irregular his period had become once starting testosterone.

But Dick had convinced him to match with the other robins, all wearing their signature color. Which was then further accented by the white.

Plus Jason didn’t really have any excuse, having kept his transition a secret since his adoption. Easier said than done when you live with the world’s best detectives.

So Jason bit his tongue and hid his misery behind a well placed smirk. ‘You’re not actually enjoying yourself are you?’ A green cane hit his foot. Stopping himself from snapping at the cane’s owner.

‘Is that so bad Damian?’ Jason turned around, noting how he had slicked back his hair for the event. ‘Oh, sorry that seeing you so sour-pussed all the time makes it disconcerting to see you happy,’ Damian quipped. To spite him, Jason flashed him a disingenuous smile. Fully exposing his teeth to the younger.

A hand clutched his lower stomach as he felt a sudden cramp. Not thinking much, that there’d only be some slight spotting in his boxers.

The duo’s conversation interrupted by a dutiful benefactor. Reminding Jason of the whole purpose behind these galas. To maintain the front that is Bruce Wayne as a public persona but to also show their gratitude as a family to the charities’ donors.

Disembarking, they start to make the rounds. Jason relied on his memorized script, personalized with a little improv. ‘It was nice seeing you again.’ Jason says to the ninth person whose name he doesn’t remember but vaguely knows their face.

Everything’s going smoothly until a guest shrieks in horror, confusing Jason. Until he looks down and sees the sea of red staining his pants. He’s hyperventilating when a warm hand grabs his wrist.

Meeting the bloodshot blue eyes of Tim Drake. ‘Are you injured?’ Is the first thing Tim asks, undoing Jason’s collar. ‘Uh, I was…stabbed?’ The uncertainty tells Tim that he’s lying. Not that it was anywhere close to a successful lie.

The air tense as Jason was still shaking like a leaf. ‘Please, Jay. Please let me help you,’ Tim pleads. Unable to piece together enough information to figure it out himself. Not wanting to invade Jason’s personal space anymore than he already was.

‘I’m on my period,’ comes his uncharacteristically meek answer. ‘I’m trans, been transitioning since before we met.’ Hearing a soft ‘oh,’ Jason chances a glance at his younger brother. ‘I haven’t had a period in years except for some spotting here and there.’

‘Why did you come to the gala if you weren’t feeling well?’ Tim had seen Jason suffer through the pain as often as he had seen him ditch a gala. ‘I didn’t know until sometime during. Thought I could make it through the night.’

‘Got any safe houses nearby?’ Tim decides to get him out of here, texting Damian a bullshit excuse as to why they left. Trusting him and Dick to be handle it. ‘Yea,’ Jason taps the directions into Tim’s phone.

Tim awkwardly watches from the doorframe as Jason rummages around. Chucking the pants in the trash, too exhausted to soak them in cold water. Then grabbing a pad, pair of boxer and some comfy clothes. ‘You can come in if you want.’ He calls to Tim before running off to the adjacent bathroom.

‘Anything I can do, Jay?’ Tim pipes up. ‘Uh, can you grab the electric blanket? Should be in the dresser, bottom drawer.’ Following his instructions, Jason exited. Sat under the covers, he guided Tim in placing it on his lower stomach.

‘Do you want me to stay?’ Jason nods at his question, laying his head on Tim’s shoulder. The duo quickly fell asleep, oblivious of the Wayne driving his way over.

[lazycats-stuff]

Hi! Can you pls do a batfam x male child reader who loves weapons where Jason takes the reader on his first little mission without Bruce knowing?

Oh that's adorable. It's short, but sweet because where I am it's so hot right now, you feel like dying and just laying around trying to cool off... Anyways, if any of you live in a place where it's very hot, take care of yourselves. Drink water and put on your sunscreen people. Heat is not a joke...

Okay, Jason knew that this wasn't the greatest idea ever and he did calculate how Bruce would react if he was ever to find out about this. And while he did know that Bruce would kill him for doing this, Jason knew that sooner or later (Y/N) would want to go on missions, just like them.

Dick was already going on patrol at the time so it wasn't going to be that bad. If necessary, he was going to use that as an excuse if he is ever caught with (Y/N).

He smiled at the sight of (Y/N) in the old Robin suit, he was so adorable. He put his helmet on and off they went into the night. This night was one of the many firsts for (Y/N). It was way past his bedtime, he never really got a chance to drive on a motorcycle and he never went to these parts of Gotham...

Jason hoped that Bruce never found out about this. He already made (Y/N) promise to not tell Bruce anything. (Y/N) agreed, seeing that Jason was doing a lot for him, something that would probably not make his dad happy.

(Y/N) was enjoying the night, strapped in, Jason making sure that (Y/N) is safe, knowing the dangers of driving a motorcycle. It looked quite comical, a big guy driving and what could be a baby on the front.

" Okay, baby bird, we are here. Do you remember the plan? " Jason asked, parking the bike.

" Yes! You distract them from the front and I sneak in to plant explosives on the spots you said. " (Y/N) said, excited as Jason made sure that (Y/N) is ready.

Jason was already here and he marked all the spots where (Y/N) was supposed to go. " And after that? " Jason asked, making sure that (Y/N) knew the plan.

" Then I go here. " (Y/N) said all excited. Jason nodded and he stood up.

" Come on little bird, on you get. "

Everything went smoothly. (Y/N) did exactly what Jason wanted him to do. He did everything to a T and Jason couldn't be more prouder. He took (Y/N) into his arms, grunting a bit, due to the fact that he got heavier. They grow up so fricking fast.

" Good job little bird, you did a good job. " Jason praised his little brother, who giggled.

" Are we going to do this again? " (Y/N) inquired, smiling.

" We are, little bird, we are. " Jason said, leaning his head against (Y/N)'s. His baby brother is growing up to fast. He still remembers when (Y/N) was a little baby. Such a little baby too... Not the time to be emotional.

" Okay, little bird, lets go back home. I can't have B finding out about our little mission now can we? " Jason said, putting (Y/N) on the motorbike, giving him a small helmet.

" Come on, baby bird let's go back. You need your sleep. "

Jason snuck into the house, carrying his little brother in his arms upstairs, making sure that he isn't seen by any of his siblings. He changed (Y/N) into his PJs and made sure he brushed his teeth.

Afterwards he tucked him into bed. He removed some of (Y/N)'s hair out of his eyes. " Did you enjoy our mission tonight? " Jason asked once more.

" I did Jay. I want to do it again. " (Y/N) said, eyes closing.

" And we will. Now go to sleep. "

(Y/N)'s eyes closed and he out like a light. Jason gave him a kiss on the forehead and left the room, making sure to leave it ajar.

He quickly went to his room, avoiding his other siblings like a plague.

[supermarvelgirl15]

Losing Dogs

Summary: “I bet on losing dogs. I always want you when I'm finally fine. How'd you be over me looking in my eyes when I come, someone to watch me die.” You and Jason finally cross a line that you thought you'd never cross, but was it too late to place your bets on your future?

Pairing: Jason Todd × f!reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Angsty babes, major character death, canon-typical violence, gun TW, in shock/panicky reader, poorly written fighting scenes

A/N: So, this is actually excerpts from a Jason × OC I've been writing about, but I changed it to be a × reader. If you want to hear more about them, please feel free to message me! I hope y'all enjoy this angst fest! Loosely inspired by I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski.

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“We shouldn’t be out here, Jay. Bruce said—” 

“Since when do you always listen to what Bruce says?” Jason called back, continuing with his trek to the next rooftop. “If you don’t hurry up, we’re going to miss it!” 

You rolled your eyes, making the jump to the second roof. You had no idea what you were going to “miss” in the first place. Jason just came into your room and practically dragged you all the way into the city, refusing to tell you what he was doing. With your luck, Bruce would catch you in the act before you even reached your destination, wherever it was. 

Both of you should be back home, where Bruce told you to be. Alfred was going to freak out when he realized that neither of you were no longer in the manor. You could tell Jason was going stir-crazy ever since Bruce benched him from Robin for the time being. But did he have to drag you along with him? He didn’t even give you time to grab a coat. 

Even if Jason had given you a choice, you still would’ve gone. He’d been acting different lately. He’s been angry and taking too many unnecessary risks. Alfred said it had something to do with his parents who had died a few years ago, about him never having the chance to grieve them properly. You didn’t understand, but then again, you never had a family to grieve for before. 

So, you would brave this chilly Gotham night and take the repercussions, anything to see Jason be his upbeat happy self again. It used to annoy you; how happy he was to be Robin. Despite everything he had been through, he still only saw the joys of life. You hadn’t liked him for a long time, mostly because you misplaced your anger about Dick leaving onto his replacement. Jason’s constant flirting didn’t help either. 

It wasn’t fair to Jason, you had eventually realized. The day you finally let him in, you gained the most loyal friend you would ever have. Though, you would rather die than to admit it out loud. 

“Here we are!” Jason eagerly announced, turning to face you with a smile. You stepped up to the ledge, taking in the scene before you. You were on one of the taller buildings in Gotham, facing out towards the harbor. There were a few boats, but other than that...nothing. 

“You dragged me all the way out here just to sit on a roof? We could’ve done this at home,” you grumbled as you hugged your arms closer to yourself.  

Jason plopped himself down on the ledge, patting the place beside him. “Just trust me, will ya? It hasn’t started yet.” Begrudgingly, you sat down beside him, knocking your dangling feet into his to show your annoyance. 

A chill ran through you as you stared out into the dark water, your hands rubbing your arms to gain some kind of warmth. Jason must’ve seen you do it because he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. “For you, milady,” Jason bowed. You just rolled your eyes, knocking your shoulder into his, causing you both to laugh. 

“You could scoot closer, you know? I run hot. I promise I won’t bite, unless you want me to,” Jason wagged an eyebrow at you with a smirk displayed on his lips. You scoffed, but scooted closer nonetheless. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into him until your thighs touched. 

You had never been this close to him, outside of training anyways. He really did run hot, his natural heat only making you snuggle closer to him. You noted how your movement made him stiffen for a moment and his fingers twitch on your arm, as if your act had caught him off guard. Did his breath hitch as well? Surely not. 

The two of you continued to sit there in silence, practically cuddling while you waited for whatever it was Jason wanted to show you. You found yourself watching Jason out of the corner of your eye, observing as he watched the waves splash against the dock that stretched out below you with a content look on his features. The wind blew his hair, making it a bigger mess than it was from your parkouring; you fought the urge to fix it for him. Even the lights from the surrounding city casted a glow against his skin, making him look younger than he was. He looked...handsome. 

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” 

Caught red-handed, you coughed as you turned away from him. You can’t be having these thoughts, not about him. “You got something in your teeth,” you lied. Jason hummed, obviously seeing right through you, but you could see him still checking his teeth with his tongue in your peripheral.  

“Well, you for one, look beautiful as always. Stunning even. Breathtaking. Would you like me to keep going?” Jason smiled, batting his eyelashes at you. 

You shook your head. “I would like you to tell me why we’re out here in...” Your voice trailed off as you turned to face him again, finding him staring at you. He had a weird look in his eye. Why was he looking at you like that? He shouldn’t be looking at you like that. Was something wrong? 

He’s leaning in now. Why is he leaning in? Is he going to kiss you? He can’t kiss you, you’re friends, partners. Do you want him to kiss you? Your mind’s going haywire. What do you do? You were never trained to deal with something like this. It’s just Jason. You trust Jason with your life, and you would do anything to protect his. Anything. Was it getting hot all of a sudden? 

Your thoughts quieted when Jason reached up to grab your chin, gently turning your face to look out into the water. Before you could question him, a spark of light shot up into the sky, exploding into colors. Then another, followed by more.  

Fireworks. He brought you here to watch fireworks. 

You watched in awe as the fireworks exploded into a mass of colors in the sky. It was so beautiful. Why hadn’t you really appreciated the beauty of fireworks before? The colors were magnificent in Gotham’s night sky. 

You tore your eyes away from the scene, eager to share your enjoyment with Jason, only to find that he wasn’t watching them. His eyes were still on you. The reflection of the exploding fireworks in them was even more beautiful. Why hadn’t you seen it before? 

Your eyes stayed locked on each other, as if you were in a trance. Jason started to lean in again, stopping halfway. You watched as his eyes darted to your lips, your heart pounding in your ears. Or was it Jason’s? 

Did you want this? Could you risk something so delicate with the person that meant the most to you in the entire world? You can’t do this life without him. That in itself should be an answer. How long had you felt this way? Were you always this blind? 

The movement of Jason pulling away brought you out of your mental debate, the disappointment in his eyes tugging at your heartstrings. Before you could fully register what you were doing, your hand shot out to his cheek, making Jason pause. You both glanced at the other’s lips. There was no going back now. 

Your lips crashed into his, the action surprising both of you. Jason’s hand cradled the back of your head, pulling you impossibly closer to him. You couldn’t be close enough. What had stopped you from doing this sooner?  

Jason pulled back, the smile on his face contagious. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long, long time,” he admitted breathlessly as his thumb stroked your bottom lip. You smiled, kissing him once again. You were already addicted to the taste of him.  

His hand drifted down to your waist. “We could always take this—” 

“Don’t ruin the moment, lover boy,” you mumbled against his lips, earning a chuckle out of him. 

Reluctantly, you pulled yourself away from him, turning to rest your head on his shoulder with a content sigh. Jason continued to hold you tightly against him, kissing the top of your head. The long-forgotten fireworks still lit up the night sky, seeming to enter their grand finale. 

Jason watched as you gazed at the fireworks, a smile permanently etched on your lips. He couldn’t believe that he finally got to share a moment like this with you. He’d been dreaming of it for years. This has been the best night of his life. 

Especially after finding out his real mother was alive. 

He wanted to tell you about his discovery so badly, but he knew you’d talk him into waiting for Bruce to help. However, Bruce’s priority was the Joker at the moment, and he couldn’t wait for him to inevitably throw him back into Arkham. Jason needed to find his mom now. 

In the morning he’ll slip out while you're still sleeping, leaving a note on his bed. He’ll go get his mother and bring her back home. Then when he got back, Jason would have his very alive mother, but more importantly, he’d also be able to call you his. 

And he couldn’t be happier. 

You have to get there. This bike needs to go faster. Please God, let you get there.  

He shouldn’t have been by himself. Why did he go by himself? You should be there with him. This was your fault. Please God, let you get there. 

The warehouse was in view now. You're going to make it. Bruce was somewhere behind you, but you didn’t waste any time checking. You have to save him. 

You have to save Jason.  

You practically threw yourself off the bike, sprinting towards the door. This was it. You were going to make it. You were going to save him. You were going to save Ja— 

The warehouse exploded, the blast throwing you back a few feet, toppling into Bruce. It took you a few moments to shake yourself out of your stupor. When you looked back at the destroyed warehouse, everything stopped. 

No no no no no no no. 

“Jason?” His name barely left your lips in a whisper. This can’t be real. This had to be a nightmare, or maybe even a dose of Crane’s fear toxin. There was no way this was actually happening. 

Bruce’s voice sounded muffled in your ears. You couldn’t make out anything he was saying, but you didn’t care. You only cared about one thing right now, and he was somewhere out in the rubble. He could still be alive. Please God, let him still be alive. 

Your legs started running before you could register what you were doing. You had to find Jason. “Robin! Robin!” Please answer Jason. Why won’t he answer you? “Robin!” 

You came across a woman in the debris that was barely alive. She was the reason Jason was even here to begin with. His mother. Judging by her external injuries, there was no saving her. But there was still a chance for him. 

As Bruce tended to Jason’s mom, you continued your search. “Robin! Jason!” You didn’t care about aliases anymore. You just wanted him to answer you. “Jason—” 

Yellow. Red. Green. 

Oh God. 

Time froze when your eyes landed on Jason. Your body moved towards him, but it felt as if you were watching someone else take control of you. You grabbed his wrist, searching desperately for a pulse. Nothing. You checked his pulse point at his neck. Nothing. 

His face...Oh God, his face. What did that monster do to him? You could barely recognize him. Your Jason. You shakily reached up to cup his face, the coldness making you recoil. That’s not right. He runs hot, he should be hot. Why was he so cold? 

“J-Jay? Please, Jay. Wake up.” You couldn’t recognize your own voice. You cradled his body closer to yourself, searching for his warmth. “Jason, I-I can’t...you can’t leave me.” Specks of rain started to fall onto his lifeless face. No, that wasn’t rain. Were you crying? 

You choked out a sob, burying your face in his neck, willing him to wrap his arms around you. He didn’t. “Jason! Please don’t leave me!” Someone was screaming. Were you screaming? This can’t be real. “P-please.” 

Someone grabbed your shoulder, but that didn’t deter you. It could be the Joker for all you cared. At least he would put you out of your misery, take this pain in your heart away. 

The person said your name softly. You knew that voice. Bruce. It had to be Bruce. Why did he sound so far away? 

There was a lump in your throat. You couldn’t breathe. “I...Bruce, he, he’s so cold. He, he shouldn’t be...” You brushed his hair out of his face, your fingers numbly tracing the scars that now marked it. This shouldn’t have happened. Why did this happen? 

This was just a nightmare. A horrible, terrible nightmare. That’s all. This wasn’t real. 

Jason’s funeral was yesterday. It wasn’t a big turnout, but it was better that way. Even Dick showed up. It just goes to show that you don’t realize what a great thing you had until it’s gone.  

You hadn’t left Jason’s room since you came home from the funeral. You were content to rot right there in his bed. He wouldn’t want that, you knew, but it was the only way you could be close to him. 

You didn’t even hold back your tears anymore, letting them flow freely onto Jason’s pillow. God, it still smelled like him. It was almost like he was still here. He should be here. Why wasn’t he here? 

It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. You didn’t get enough time. Oh, why hadn’t you come to your senses earlier? Why were you so blind? You could’ve had more time. This wasn’t fair. 

This should never have happened. 

You were angry. God, you were so angry. Angry at the Joker, at Bruce, at yourself, at Jason’s mother, at Jason. Why did he go in there? Why did he have to die? He should’ve never been in Ethiopia, in that warehouse. His mother said he took the brunt of the blast, his last act being to protect the woman that brought him there in the first place. You were so angry. 

You would give anything to be able to tear him a new one. To scream at him. To grab him and shake him to his senses. To hold him and sob into his chest. He should be here. 

Jason should be here. 

It had been a few months since you were last in Gotham. You had been in the Middle East tracking down and taking apart human trafficking rings. You did all you could there, making sure every victim you rescued was able to go home or have somewhere safe to stay. Bruce even donated a small fortune to help their efforts. 

Speaking of Bruce, he’d been acting strange ever since you came back. It was just minor things that threw you off, but it was enough to let you know something was bothering him. Even Alfred couldn’t seem to look you in the eye. You’d have to ask Tim or Dick about it whenever you saw them next. 

Gotham itself felt different since the last time you were in the city. But then again, it hadn’t felt the same the last few years. You couldn’t dwell on that now. 

There was a new crime syndicate running the streets. Someone had apparently stolen Black Mask’s crown. You had just left one war only to come home to another. Home sweet bitter home.  

You found out on your own that the new crime lord was someone who called himself the Red Hood. According to the papers, even Batman already had some run ins with him. Bruce didn’t mention it though when you told him you were looking into it. He just stiffened and muttered “be careful” before leaving the room. Nothing too out of character for him.  

Red Hood. Wasn’t that an old alias of the Joker’s? You could feel your nails digging holes into your palms. Calm down. Just don’t think about him. 

Taking a deep breath, you grounded yourself to the situation at hand. You had found one of Hood’s narcotic stash houses. It was somewhat heavily guarded; seven outside, five inside, all armed. Nothing you couldn’t handle. You’d just tie them all up with a bow and call Gordon to pick them up. Easy. 

One by one, you took down the guards outside quietly, making sure not to alert the others. This was light work. Hood needed to hire better goons. Goons? Did anyone even say goons anymore? Henchmen? Whatever. 

Once you were finished with them outside, you made your way in through the rafters, watching as the men below anxiously paced the floors. Did they know you were here? There was no way. 

You dropped down silently behind one of them, putting him into a sleeper hold. Wow, these guys really sucked. 

“Someone’s here!” A man shouted from behind you, firing at you. You quickly dodged, using one of the drug crates for cover. Now this was going to be fun.  

You threw one of your mini daggers at his hand, making him drop his weapon with a curse. You jumped over the crate, grabbing his head to bring it down on your knee. The man fell to the floor with a thud, and you punched him hard until he was out cold. 

The other men started shouting threats as they started to surround you, guns aimed at you. You raised your hands in faux surrender, smirking as you threw down a smoke bomb. You dropped to ground as the men started coughing, using the distraction to kick their feet out from under them. 

Swiftly, you disarmed them, kicking their guns away from them. One of the men attempted to grab you from behind, but you used his momentum to throw him into one of the others. The third one grabbed your arm, causing you to twist back, grabbing the back of his head and slamming it against one of the crates. Only one guy was left, and he was making a break for it. You just rolled your eyes, throwing one of your mini daggers, the butt end hitting the back of his head. His head hitting the ground as he fell was hard enough to knock him out.

Like you said, easy. 

Now you just had to call the commissioner, after you did some snooping around first. Done and do— 

“I didn’t know you made it back to Gotham.” 

You whipped around to face the source of the modulated voice, your hands posed in a fighting position. Your eyes took the intruder in, his height causing him to tower over you. He also had a broad frame, muscular too. A red bat-like symbol adorned his chest, partly covered by his leather jacket. There were holsters strapped to his thighs, along with various other weapons scattered everywhere else. Your eyes finally made their way up to his face, only to see that it was covered by a red helmet. 

Red Hood. 

“I’ll admit. I was a little disheartened to see that you stuck with the Bat. I thought if anyone would understand it’d be you.” Red Hood continued, squatting down to check over the contents of a crate that had broken open during your fight with the guards. 

You raised a brow, confusion evident on your face even with your mask. What was he talking about? “I... I’m sorry? Do I know you?” You had asked it half-jokingly, but the way Red Hood had tensed at your words made you question it. 

He stood back up to his full height, helmet tilting slightly as he watched you. “He didn’t tell you, did he?” A dry chuckle crackled through his modulator. “Maybe it’s better that way.” 

This was getting weird. Maybe the guy was just off his rocker. He surely wouldn’t be the first in Gotham. “Okay... Well, if you don’t mind, Mr. Hood, I’d like to get home at a decent hour tonight. So, it would really help me out if you just went ahead and surrendered.” You quipped, your fingers inching towards your daggers.  

Red Hood laughed, shaking his head as he turned away from you. “Not tonight, sweetheart. I still got some things to take care of,” he waved you off over his shoulder as he headed toward the door. 

Sweetheart. 

A surge of anger coursed through your body, your vision—fittingly—becoming red. You threw your daggers at Hood’s back, but he dodged out of the way, narrowly missing them. Before he could completely turn back to face you, you were already on top of him. 

“Don’t. Call. Me. Sweetheart.” You grunted between jabs, which Red Hood blocked with ease. He was an experienced fighter; he had to be if he had Bruce on his toes. But you weren’t Bruce.  

Your eyes latched onto a sliver of a bandage poking out from his collar on the left side of his neck. A weakness. You were quick to exploit it, ramming your elbow into it. Red Hood cried out and you used his momentary pain to swing him into the wall. 

Before you could do anything else, Hood kicked you back, pushing you away. He grabbed your leg when you tried to kick back, throwing you down on the ground hard. Using his knee to pin you down, he pressed his forearm against your neck. 

“When’d you start fighting dirty? Must’ve hit a sore spot, huh?” Red Hood teased, his words laced with some hidden meaning. Who was this guy? Why did he act like he knew you? You were getting sick of it. 

With your legs, you flipped Hood over your head, pushing his arm off your neck as he went. You jumped up only to fall once again when your ankle got yanked out from under you. Hood attempted to pin you again, but you kicked the side of his helmet with a frustrated yell. This time you were able to get away, jumping back up into the rafters. 

Hood climbed up after you, not giving up. You leaped over to another beam, the wood under your feet creaking loudly. It was about to give. An idea popped into your head. 

You stayed there, eagerly waiting for Red Hood to catch up. As soon as he made a lunge towards you, you jumped up and grabbed the beam above you. It was too late to realize his mistake when Hood’s feet landed on the beam, causing it to break under his weight. You even threw a couple daggers at him for good measure. 

However, Red Hood quickly flipped off the beam right before it completely gave way, twisting his body to also miss your daggers. He tumble rolled when he hit the ground, bouncing back up on his feet right after. 

How did he do that? You couldn’t believe it. He really was good. You hadn’t seen someone pull something like that off since you and Ja— 

No. 

Your recent fight with Red Hood flashed through your mind in spinning images, ticking off his every move. You had thought it seemed familiar, but not that familiar. Every move, every fluid motion Red Hood made was just like his. That can’t be. There was no way two different people that have never met fought the exact same way. It was too coincidental. 

You jumped back down to the ground, staggering slightly as you stared at the man before you. Neither of you said a word as you watched one another, not moving a muscle. Something wasn’t right. 

“Who... Who taught you how to fight?” You finally spoke, your words echoing in the space between you. Red Hood just continued to stare at you, his fingers twitching at his side. No. That was his thing. Why was Hood doing that? Why did he do everything just like him? He had so much to say earlier, what’s stopping him now?  

Hood didn’t even move as you advanced on him, pushing him back against the wall. You pulled out your own gun and held it against his throat. He made a surprised sound, his body tensing under you. It was only loaded with Bruce’s paralyzing snake venom, but he didn’t need to know that.  

“Who are you?!” You screamed at him, pressing your gun harder against him. There had to be some kind of explanation.  

Hood grunted uncomfortably, looking up at you. “I think you already know,” he muttered. You shook your head, your never ending anger bubbling back up to the surface. He didn’t know what he was talking about. There was no way. 

A sound came from behind you, but before you could react, Red Hood shoved you off of him. With zero hesitation, he unholstered his gun, shooting it beside your head. You whipped around, ringing in your ears, only to see one of Hood’s men with a gun in his hand and a bullet in his head. He just killed his own man. To save your life. 

Slowly, you turned back to face him. Red Hood was still holding his gun, already watching you, seeming to gauge your reaction. After a long moment, he mumbled “might as well” before holstering his gun. Then he reached up to his helmet, unlatching it and sliding it off his head. 

You stumbled backwards as all your oxygen left your lungs. He had dark hair with two white tuffs at the front. He had a scar that came down the side of his left temple, and another down his right jaw. There was a smaller scar at the corner of his mouth, along with one under his left eye which was partly covered by his domino mask.  

His eyes, oh God, those eyes. The last time you saw them there was no life behind them. There seemed to be more green in them than you remembered. But that can’t be right. Those can’t be his eyes. It’s impossible. You held his cold body for hours. You watched him get buried. This can’t be real. 

“Like what you see, sweetheart?”  

Your eyes widened as Red Hood spoke those words. His voice... 

No... It can’t be. 

But it is. 

“Jason?”

××××××

[sanguineterrain]

Femjay you say 👀 how about the classic "you're alive?!" confrontation with a sprinkle of pining

sprinkle of pining you say-oh dear! i've dumped the whole bag in! along with a jar of erotic violence! whoopsies...

female!jason todd x afab!reader. violence, angy jay, reader being held down, crying, reunion. remember that girl best friend you had highkey lesbian tension with? yeah.

****

It's her eyes you recognize first, oddly enough, through her cracked helmet. You shouldn't recognize her at all, with how everything about her has changed. Even the way she looks at you is different. You've never seen Jay Todd so ferocious.

"You weren't supposed to be here!" she screams.

It's true, you weren't. You stumbled across your dead best friend by accident, found her hissing and vicious with a shattered helmet and a smoking gun. Four dead men surround her.

"Get out."

All you can do is stare. She's alive. She's back. She's yours.

"Jay..."

Okay, you lied. This wasn't an accident. This was fate that you played a hand in. This was what was bound to happen after Jay got too close, let herself get seen. You've had an itch for months, eyes on your back. You're a civilian now, sure, but you loved a bat once.

She pries off her helmet and your breath hitches. God, she's beautiful.

"What is wrong with you? You could've fuckin' gotten shot."

Your legs start moving. Your arms part. You expect the feel of a soft cape between your fingers, black curls to tickle your chin due to a height difference you never let her forget.

Jay drops her gun, grabs your wrists, and knocks the wind out of you in a graceful takedown. You can't even be mad.

"You're alive," you choke out.

When she was Robin, you had a slim chance of physically overtaking her. Now, double in size and muscle, Jay keeps you pushed to the ground with no chance of getting free. Her hands hold you by your wrists, body hovering close so you can't move much.

Her eyes are wild. A mix of blue and green. More green than you remember. Her irises have swallowed her pupils and her curls are knotted and frizzy. You feel inexplicably hunted.

"How dare you?" she spits. "How fuckin' dare you come here?"

"Jay," you say softly, unable to keep your eyes fixed on one part of her. You're afraid to blink and make her disappear.

"I could've shot you," she says. "You could be dead right now."

"You're a good shot."

You mean it as a compliment. Jay only seems to get angrier.

"I have to be. I'm the only one keeping myself alive," she says. You make a weak noise in your throat.

"I should've looked for you," you say.

She scoffs. "Don't say stupid shit. You're smarter than that."

"I should've," you insist. "I should've found you. I felt you."

"Yeah? Feel how I could tear you apart? It comes so easy now, you have no idea. 'M fuckin' soaked with blood."

You stay silent. Jay's eyes flash. She leans in, breath hot on your ear.

"Are you scared?" she asks like she knows the answer.

But she doesn't.

Your legs part further so she can kneel comfortably. You shake your head.

Jay snarls. "You should be. I've killed people. I'll keep killing."

"It's okay," you say. "You're angry. It's okay to be angry. I don't blame you. No one does."

"Stop talking like that!" she yells, tears in her eyes. "Stop talking like we're friends. We aren't friends. You don't know me!"

"But I do," you say, limp beneath her, like a lamb caught in a wolf's bite. "Jay, I do."

"No, you don't," she snaps. Her voice is mocking, brittle. "You know your fancy publishing job in a big shiny office, away from this shithole, and-and fuckin' Paul from Marketing who brings you banana pancakes from the diner."

Your breath comes out in a careful exhale. "You've been keeping tabs on me. How long have you been back?"

Jay's mouth quivers as she bares her teeth. "I took you to that diner. It was mine first."

"It never stopped being yours," you say quietly.

"You—" Jay growls in frustration. Her hands squeeze your wrists. "This isn't how it's s'posed to go. Hate me, hate me. I'm a monster."

"You're not."

"You're fuckin' deluded," she says, eyes glassy with tears. "Fuckin'—sleep so heavy, like I can't slip in and smother you. No one would know. Make tea in your-your robe, don't even pull the curtains shut. I can see you. Anyone can."

"I missed you, Jay," you say, a heart-shaped lump in your throat.

"And so what?" she asks, tears falling down her cheeks. "So fuckin' what if you missed me? You kept living."

You try to pull your hand free, and to your surprise, you do. Jay lets you slip out of her grip. You use your free hand to hold her scarred cheek, wipe her tears with your thumb.

Jay is perfectly still for several moments. Then she wraps two big hands around your ribs, pulls your shoulders forward like nothing, and rests her cheek on your chest. She shakes into your skin, kneeling between your legs.

You hug her head, smell her new-old smell, and let her curls tickle your chin once again.

[klausinamarink]

Hi Klaus! Ah, the birthday special is such a fun idea! If it's still available, I'll request:

You should have raised a baby girl, I should have been a better son

for Platonic Stobin

Happy early birthday! <3 Hope it's a wonderful year ahead -Jules

“Ok, I got another. If you were born a boy, would your parents still name you Robin?”

Robin snorted as she threw another almond in her mouth, “Oh, you should have seen their lists of names before I was born.” She shifted her seat on the couch and started counting off her fingers, “For their nonexistent son, there was Sebastian, Rocky, Thorn, Jay, Harry, Claude, Ethan, Todd, Luka-”

Steve already felt overwhelmed by the list. He almost interrupted but Robin was still going. 

“-Aloysius, Odysseus, and a couple more really obscure names. But the other ones they almost named me were Athena, Roberta, Viola or Violet, Crystal-”

Steve kicked at Robin’s shin, laughing, “You’re answering the wrong question!”

Robin kicked back before she too fell into laughter. Once she recovered, she wiped at her eyes and said, “Well, Robin wasn’t on the little boy’s list, so I guess that’s a no.”

“Oh god,” Steve moaned as he covered his face with his hands, “now that I know all of those other names, I’m afraid I can’t call you Robin anymore.”

An almond pecked him on the forehead. “Sure. Like you didn’t just already forgot all of them, dingus. Not that I’ll blame you.”

Steve peeked through his fingers, then took his hands off as he stretched up discreetly. “Yeah, you’re right. By the way, Viola, why didn’t you tell me your name was spelled Violet?”

Instead of taking his bait, Robin scowled at Steve and chomped on a few more almonds. Then she swiftly stole the pillow under his head so it bumped rather hard against the couch’s arm he was laying on. It didn’t hurt but he winced anyway.

“Robin!”

“I’m running out of ideas so I’m stealing your last question and making it my own. If you were a girl instead, what would your parents name you?

Steve answered immediately, “Stephanie.”

Robin blinked at him with surprise, “Wait, really?”

“I guess creativity is a Harrington weakness so,” he shrugged, “Steve for a boy or Stephanie for a girl.”

“Don’t tell me they did the same with your middle name.”

“Yep. Otis after my grandpa, Dorothy after my grandma.” He paused before adding, “They’re my dad’s parents. Not that my mom’s are bad, but I haven't seen them since I was, like, three.”

“Huh,” Robin said. Then they both fell into silence.

It didn’t take long for Steve’s thoughts to steer their way back to an old subject he hadn’t touched in ages.

The night after the fateful fight with Jonathan and the monster in his house, his parents had came home and his mother gasped at the state of his face. Steve had latched on the careful warmth she exhibited while she tended him in the bathroom. 

Steve had almost cried then. He had missed when his mother had dropped everything to take care of him whenever he was hurt. That was how she expressed the words ‘I love you’ to him without even saying it.

But his eyes had immediately went dry when his mother had looked at him and sighed like Steve was a stain on the kitchen napkins. 

Then she’d said, “If you were a proper lady instead, neither of us would be here.”

He had gone to bed, hollow and confused. Replayed her words over and over, thinking what did she mean?

And then it was like some floodgate was open. 

It didn’t matter if it was over the sparse phone calls or face to face, Shirley Harrington had found a new mission in making mournful quips towards her son of how much she had desired a daughter and how much better the never-born Stephanie would be.  

“More low grade this semester? A girl studies much harder than a classroom of boys anyway.”

“No more girlfriends? Oh, but a daughter of mine would keep a boyfriend for far longer than you had with that Nancy girl.”

“Why are you being more difficult these days, Steve? If you were a woman, you would know exactly how to keep quiet.”

And then came that fateful day when Steve had admitted to his dad that none of the prestigious colleges had accepted him. 

After his father’s fury continued to ring in Steve’s ears long after his departure, his mother had shook her head in tired disappointment and hovered to her reading room.

Steve had called out to her, trying to reach out and grab on the edges of her old warmth he desperately needed. He wanted to beg her for something. Anything simple like a hug.

But he’d asked her, “What if I was your daughter who got herself pregnant before graduation?”

It was such a ridiculous question. But Steve had been getting sick of his mother’s ‘what-if’ comments and wanted to retaliate anyways.

His mother had paused but answered so quickly as if she was waiting for the opportunity.

“Then I would marry her off to a bachelor and wish for a son instead.”

“But I am your son.”

“Your father wanted a son anyways.”

She had left him in the kitchen as if her words were a snide compliment at an art gallery. Like she hadn’t just dove her hands inside Steve’s hollow chest, found the remains of his heart, splattered the walls bloody-red with it so he would be surrounded by the proof of his mother’s love, and wiped her hands clean.

That was three months ago. But fuck, it felt like it had happened three hours ago. 

A poke on his knee brought Steve out of the churning void he was about to fall back into. Robin was looking at him with a furrowed expression that yelled ‘I am very worried about you right now, should we talk?’

“I’m okay,” Steve said automatically. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sat up.

“No, you’re not.” Robin said, mirroring him so they were now sitting side by side. She bumped her arm against his.

“No, I’m not.” Steve echoed wearily.

Robin dropped her head on his shoulder. A comforting weight. She didn’t ask anything which Steve found grateful. But he couldn’t bear to hide the new aching in his chest from her. It would make him a hypocrite after the Russian torture.

“I guess it’s kind of funny that my mom wanted a daughter but she still would be disappointed in me.”

Robin made a small sad noise in her throat but said nothing. Instead, she grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

“As much as I would fear the tyranny of Stephanie Harrington, I wouldn’t regret being her platonic soulmate.”

“With a capital P.” Steve finished automatically, a tiny smile forming on his face. 

“With a capital P.” Robin echoed with a warm smile.

They sat together like this for several minutes. Then, Steve turned to her and asked, “So would that mean you would get a crush on me for having boobies?”

The bowl of almonds immediately exploded in his face. Steve fell back to the couch, clutching his stomach as he howled with laughter and Robin yelled, “Way to ruin an emotional moment, Steve Dingus Harrington!”

[scaryscarecrows]

"Don't Move. You'll Be Okay."

Crane and Richardson took advantage of their screaming goons to duck out a back way, Bruce will discover later. It doesn’t matter; much as he’d like to go after them, they’ve left a victim, shrieking in a restraining chair and covered with blood.

“Don’t move,” he says, coming closer. “You’ll be okay–”

Oh. Oh, God, no.

It takes everything he’s got not to just go , to chase down Crane and Richardson and make them regret everything, but Jason needs him.

Dear God, does Jason need him. The blood is coming from torn stitches in his lips. His eyes are squeezed shut and his screams are interspersed with bloody choking and gasps. He’s not entirely incoherent, either; plenty of ‘please no’ and ‘stop it stop it’.*

“It’s all right, Jay, it’s all right…”

Bruce undoes one of the straps on Jason’s wrists and is halfway through the other one when too late, he finds out that Robin’s fear toxin response (hide) is…not a thing anymore.

Jason headbutts him first, then rips his other wrist free. He’s up and out of the chair before Bruce can blink, grabbing a scalpel from the cart and then he’s on the attack.

Red Hood is known for his guns. Bruce can attest firsthand that it’s the knives you have to watch out for. Fortunately, scalpels are short and Jason’s off-balance, eyes wide and panicked, blood streaming from his mouth and dripping from the dangling threads.

“I’ll fucking kill you!” He lunges at Bruce, who leaps over the restraining chair. “I’ll fucking kill you, you bastard– ”

He cuts himself off with a pained sob, pressing one hand to his ruined mouth for a second before tearing it back. Bruce takes this second to scan him. No broken bones, but a likely concussion; there’s a lump on his right temple consistent with a heavy blow. A quick glance around shows the broken helmet lying in the corner of the room, split in two. Yes, a good hit or six to get the helmet off him would be just Richardson’s style.

He’s ripped back to the here-and-now by Jason throwing the scalpel at him with an accuracy he can’t help but be a little proud of. The scalpel bounces harmlessly off his armor, but there’s no time to take advantage of the opening, because Jason’s seen the helmet.

Bruce is a hair too far to cut him off before he can grab it. And whatever he’s seeing, whatever monster he thinks Bruce is, he’s up to date enough to recognize his helmet. Bruce isn’t dealing with a terrified Robin right now, he’s dealing with the Red Hood. And Hood…

Bruce has never had a chance to really look over Hood’s helmet. Not for lack of trying; Jason’s security systems for his safehouses, let alone his gear, are a lesson in frustration. But there are persistent rumours that it explodes. In a space this small, that.

Is not ideal.

“Jason,” he says carefully, “I need you to stop for a minute. Listen to me.”

“Screw you.” He spits out a gob of of blood, face scrunching up in agony. “Just shut up– shut up– ”

“Listen to me. Whatever you’re seeing isn’t real. Scarecrow drugged you.”

Jason does go still, bringing one trembling hand to his lips. His fingers brush against the bloody threads and this time he visibly swallows down the pain, grabs the longest one between his fingers, and yanks it out. He flicks it to the side and looks at Bruce with cold eyes.

“Should have killed me when you had the chance,” he grinds out, turning the helmet over in his hands. He’s shaking, either from shock or blood loss or both, and it’s now or never, Bruce, if that really does explode neither of you will survive the blast.  

“Your name is Jason Todd. You used to read on top of the bookshelves in the library.”

Jason just laughs, spiteful and bitter.

And then he throws the helmet.

Bruce dives forward, knowing it won’t be enough but having to try. Jason clearly wasn’t expecting that; he doesn’t get out of the way in time and Bruce hits him head-on, sending them both sprawling against the surgical cart and knocking it to the floor with a clatter.

“Jason–”

“No!” Bruce dodges the elbow to the chin but suffers a knee to the gut. It’s not enough to get him off (it can’t be), and he catches the fist Jason aims at his throat. “Get off me, let go–”

Bruce braces for the explosion.

It doesn’t come.

He doesn’t dare turn around to look, fearful of losing what little advantage he has, but there’s no explosion. Either the rumours are false, or–more likely–Richardson damaged it.

“Robin,” he snaps, “be still .”

Jason promptly tries to bite him, teeth snapping shut around a dangling thread and ripping it through the skin. Bruce ignores the guilt in favor of pressing his knee against Jason’s chest and pinning his arm against his throat.

“Don’t fucking call me that!”

Fine.

“Hood!”

That finally makes him stop, leaves him staring up at Bruce through wet lashes. He goes slack and Bruce, after waiting a minute, moves back and hauls him to his feet, cuffs his hands behind his back for both their protection.

“Listen to me,” he murmurs. “Whatever you’re seeing isn’t real. You had an encounter with Scarecrow, that’s all. I am not going to hurt you. I am going to take you back to the Cave for the antidote.”

“Like Hell,” Jason breathes, and that’s the warning Bruce gets before he snaps his head back, catching him squarely in the jaw. That gets followed up with a roundhouse kick (Dick’s eternal fault) to the stomach that sends him staggering back and another, higher, kick to the ribs that knocks him off his feet.

And then Jason’s just gone , the swinging doors the only hint as to where he went. Bruce gives chase. He almost catches up to him outside, and would have–if not for the helmet.

BOOM!

For a small bomb, it packs a punch–or maybe it’s that fear toxin is horrifically flammable. It’s a small mercy Scarecrow had set up shop in some abandoned clinic in the Narrows**, away from people. But by the time Bruce gets his gas mask on, Jason’s gone.

THE END

*There are screams in Arkham VR that are likely Jason’s–it certainly sounds like him, anyhow, if you’d like a canon sample. (What the FUCK, Troy Baker, who gave you license to hurt me in my own home?)

**Scaryverse Narrows is all but abandoned due to the fear toxin attack at the end of Batman Begins . The only residents there now are the occasional long-term victims, visiting criminals, and Crane himself.