#aromantic jason todd

[dukeofthomas]

Jason Todd's the aroace guy who doesn't realize he's aroace but is also not oblivious to how big a driving force sexual attraction is for other people. He's the type to dislike and judge men for thinking with their dicks so much and kind of think himself better than them because of the fact that he doesn't

[heybatterbats]

I’ve been seeing entirely too many posts about how ace-spec people aren’t really LGBTQ+ and don’t belong at Pride. And I got mad about it. So…*aces your Batfamily*

Yes, all of them. Every last one is now ace-spec in some way. They even named their dog Ace.

Bruce is sex-neutral biromantic demisexual, and came out by accident at age 24 to a random reporter who was not expecting it. This sparked a social media storm that was only halted by the much bigger social media storm of Bruce adopting Dick.

The Batman has been asked his sexuality before. Bruce replied- perfectly straight faced- that the Batman is an asexually reproductive entity and creates its Robins via mitosis. A third of Gotham, most of Metropolis, and several members of the Justice League still believe this.

Dick is sex-repulsed biromantic asexual, and is of the type to make the dirtiest jokes you’ve ever heard because sex is a joke to him. Came out in the form of an acrobatics performance he did at a pride parade, wearing a terrible Batman costume with a bi heart as the Batsymbol, an ace flag cape, and no pants. The audience was ecstatic. Bruce was mortified.

Nightwing has never said his sexuality, but anyone who claims he’s straight is quickly met with pictures of the Discowing suit and up to a dozen laughing emojis.

Jason is sex-repulsed aromantic asexual. He’s not as vocal about it as Dick is, but he does like it to be known. He’s the type to make garlic bread/cake/world domination jokes. And ESPECIALLY dragon jokes. He kinda tends to just insert it casually into conversation, he didn’t do anything crazy to come out. It’s just a fact about him.

Red Hood claims to be sexually attracted exclusively to guns. Bruce hates this joke.

Tim is the opposite of Bruce- he’s sex-positive bisexual demiromantic. One of the few Batkids to come out while in costume- he got a concussion on a case and blearily mumbled into Bruce’s hair that he’s “you but backwards” and completely confused Bruce. Tim is a little shy about his identity, but since dating Bernard he’s been more open about it.

Red Robin is out as bisexual, but hasn’t added demiromantic to that. Tim is worried people will piece his secret identity together, since Tim doesn’t realize that most normal people are not highly skilled detectives who can tell a person’s identity from a single acrobatics move.

At the moment, Damian just thinks he’s feeling the normal “ew cooties” that most children do. In the future he’ll realize that he’s sex-repulsed ace/aro, although he’ll refuse to use those terms in favor of broodily muttering “this bloodline dies with me.” Ra’s has an actual heart attack the first time Damian says this to his face and has to go into the Lazarus Pit to recover. Talia has never been more proud.

Barbara is sex-neutral, demiromantic and asexual. She’s more outspoken about it than most of the family, and runs social media pages about disability and the asexuality spectrum alike. Aphobes and ableists that make the mistake of leaving comments often mysteriously find that their most embarrassing search histories have been sent to their grandmother.

Cass is sex-repulsed ace/aro. Steph was the one to explain sexuality to her, and also made her an ace ring. Cass told Bruce first, then the rest of the family. She’s never come out publicly- Cass doesn’t like media attention being on her- but some sharp-eyed Gothamites who are looking can spot the black ring on Cassandra Cain-Wayne’s middle finger in a few paparazzi shots the papers got their hands on. (I have a fic about this!)

Black Bat has never been asked her sexuality, mainly because she’s absolutely terrifying and nobody can stammer out the words when faced with her.

Stephanie is sex-positive graysexual grayromantic, and absolutely not shy about it. She’s almost as good as Dick at making horrible, filthy jokes. Has punched a guy in the face for aphobia, does not regret it. Stephanie is out and proud and loud about it.

Spoiler/Batgirl III have both been seen wearing a rainbow flag as a cape too many times for anyone to assume they’re straight.

Duke is sex-neutral demisexual/demiromantic, and is probably the most open about it of the whole Batfamily. He’s fully out and so is Signal, and will inevitably show up at any daytime Pride event just to say hi. Gotham adores him, and he’s practically the ace-spec community’s mascot. Can and will use the entire rainbow spectrum of light to create various pride flags over Gotham whenever he feels like it, and has started taking flag/location requests. Once turned the Batsignal gay.

Harper is sex-positive bisexual aromantic, and where Stephanie is loud about it, Harper gets violent. She carries a souped-up taser and doesn’t hesitate to use it. Has knocked at least four homophobes/aphobes out cold not counting the ones she beat up in the Narrows. Bluebird is not only publicly out as bisexual but wears two out of three bisexual colors, and while it’s not come up publicly yet, she won’t hide that she’s aromantic either. Along with Signal and Spoiler, Bluebird is one of the vigilantes that’s known for being specifically good at handling LGBTQ+ issues. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

After being forcibly outed as gay and then bullied for it, Cullen is still in the closet about the fact that he’s asexual and sex-repulsed, too. The first person he told after Harper was Alfred. By now the whole family knows, but they’ve been careful to keep it away from the media until Cullen’s ready to come out himself.

Alfred is sex-neutral, aromantic, and pansexual, though he’s older than some of those terms and doesn’t often use them to describe himself. Bruce didn’t know Alfred was anything but straight until he was almost seventeen, to which Alfred replied- signature eyebrow raise at full height capacity- that he had a career in the theater, Master Bruce, and no one who does that can possibly be typical in matters of orientation or any other aspect of life.

The outfit might seem antithetical to this, but Selina is ace too! Specifically, she’s sex-positive, heteroromantic and demisexual. The leather outfit is primarily for distraction purposes rather than true sex appeal. When it comes to Bruce, however, Selina’s more than once described herself as “morosexual.” Bruce, bless him, still has no idea what that means.

There ya go. Ace-spec Batfam. Happy Pride to everyone but especially all you fellow ace-spec folks who absolutely, 100% belong there.

[rubydubydoo122]

I'm an Aro/Ace Jason Todd truther, but I do like the idea of JayKyle, but then I thought of something funnier. It's just one sided on Kyle's side. Like we all know their interactions in "the final countdown" are like Kyle: Fuck you! Jason: pft, I'd like to see you try and like, in the end both of them ended up not hating each other, and Jason doesn't really have a lot of friends because he's someone who pushes people away, but Kyle just keeps coming back. And Kyle doesn't know why he keeps hanging out with this dude, until he sees Jason interacting with a kid one day, and it hits him like a bus that he likes Jason. (Jason's lowkey just happy to have a friend but keeps waiting for the other foot to drop) But they evolve into a banter-y friendship, that borderlines flirting, and like, Jason probably treats him how he treats Tim or Dick (acting all grumbly but doesn't actually push them away) because that's just Jason, while Kyle drops hints, but it keeps flying way over Jason's head. Kyle, takes Jason to a fish planet (romaticaly) Jason: Kyle look! This one looks just like you (It's the ugliest fish you've ever seen)

Jason, helping Kyle with an injury Kyle: You know what would make me feel better? A kiss Jason, reaches into his pocket: I only have m&ms, deal with it Kyle, just just after Jason made him dinner: I love you Jason, who probably hasn't heard someone tell him that they love him since his mom died: You're a fucking sap. But I love you too Kyle: :D Jason: BroTM Kyle: :(

and then one day, he's at the watchtower or something, complaining to someone about how Jason just won't take the hint, and Nightwing walks by and is like, "You... you are aware that Jason's Aro/Ace, right? He's only ever been in love with three things, and that's books, cooking, and explosions." and Kyle goes out to space and doesn't return for a year.

[theredhoodedcryptid]

This is unrelated to my Cryptid Batfam pride art, but I made aro/ace and trans Jason Todd phone wallpapers. Enjoy.

(I plan on making other flag variations, it just might be a second)

[soulless-bex]

the entire batfam is queer in some way. no question there. but also, at least half of them are aspec in some way

[petrichor-and-moondust]

...and some more

(requests are open!)

[anime-villian-irl]

Kon when Jon questions wether or not he loves someone: everyone feels love Jon that's what makes them good people and don't you dare mention. Cass (aromantic asexual). Jason (aromantic) Dick (demiromantic Demi sexual) Bruce (aromantic demisexual) Or Clark (grey romantic) Lois (aromantic) Lana (aromantic grey sexual) Lex (aromantic asexual) Duke (demiromantic asexual) Lena (aromantic) Kori (grey romantic) Raven (demisexual) Or Literally every young justice member ever Or Oliver queen (demiromantic) Wally West (asexual) At all okay. They don't count.

[goatsghost]

damian wayne 🤝 jason todd

kings of repeatedly finding girl friends that aren’t girlfriends

[rainbow-universe]

I want to be roommates with fictional characters so bad 🥺

[dukeofthomas]

I don't think ill ever be able to get into any Jason ship. Like I'm sorry but he's just too full of aroace swag to bother w that shit

[surenschompychompers]

My Asexual Headcanons

Cassandra Cain from DC (sorry StephCass lovers, my girl is aroace to me) 

Jason Todd, also from DC (I was very happy to see this is somewhat common!)

Jason Grace, from Heroes of Olympus by Rick Riordan (@puzzled-pegasus thank you for opening my eyes ironically enough lol)

Stereotypical Barbie from Barbie (*chanting* aroace aroace aroace) 

Logan Sanders from Sanders Sides (it just makes sense for his role)

S'chn T'gai Skon from Star Trek (as I said yesterday; excuse him from the family sluttery, leave him to his books and romanticism in peace) 

Suwa from Namaikizakari (HE IS PRACTICALLY CANONICALLY ASEXUAL THERE'S NO TWO WAYS ABOUT IT but technically the word isn't used? At least in the translation I read? So I guess he goes here lol)

[ms-nesbit]

Atonement

jason todd x reader

summary: Jason forgot a date he arranged with y/n, but makes up for it anyway.

warnings: fluff, aromantic!jason todd, oral sex, smut, a bit of a praise kink i guess?, fluff dabble at the end, jason is in his mid-20s

note: i loved writing this. i do hope you all enjoy reading it

words: 1.5k

AO3

“Oh, what symphony,” the page began, illustrating a lack of vision. Jason stared back at the page in confusion of what he wrote. “Oh, what symphony?”

He removed his helmet hours ago, sitting on a crate with a pen in hand. Write something she’ll like; you know her best, Jay. But does he? Would he?

Jason bumped the back of his head against the sturdy wood, subconsciously hoping it would strike something in him other than pain.

On the brink of a breakdown, he gave up, cursing under his breath as he replaced the helmet on his head and exited the abandoned warehouse.

—

Observing the sunset from her windowsill, y/n sipped on her tea, cupping the mug with a vise-like grip. She tended to her chores on her day off, ticking off what activities she must yield her time to, but that evening, she set aside time for her and Jason…

If he showed. Y/n checked her phone one more time, and nope. Not a text, call, snap - nothing. It wasn’t until after she finished the last ounce of her tea that Jason stumbled through the unlocked window, helmet in hand, and sweat dripping from his forehead. Y/n furrowed her brows at him, concerned. “The fuck happen to you?”

Jason gave her a blank look. “Ballet lesson.” he returned her tone as a slap in the face, quickly hissing at the open wound on his shoulder.

Y/n’s demeanor changed when she took note of the open flesh, settling her mug on the nightstand and instinctively hurrying to retrieve the first aid kit.

“It’s not a big one; I can manage on my own.” Jason said after closing the window and covering it with the curtain. He lowered himself onto the ground, head getting woozy before he passed out completely.

—

“Ah, shit.” Jason awoke on the apartment living room floor, y/n sitting beside him. “Was I out for long?”

He glanced at his shoulder, which was already stitched and bandaged, before making eye contact with y/n. “Half hour.” she said simply.

From her reply and attitude, Jason knew something was wrong, and he had a feeling he was the culprit, but couldn’t recall why. He closed his eyes and thought for a few moments, but eventually asked, “What did I do?”

“Forgot about our date in tonight.”

Ah, fuck. “Sorry.” Jason slapped his palm against his forehead, basking in the shame.

Y/n crossed her arms, unamused by the apology. “Y’know, I was looking forward to it all day. Even wore matching undergarments in case anything happened, not that I expect it.” And she didn’t. Jason wasn’t exactly the provocative guy, despite his appearance, and y/n, for the most part, appreciated it. In fact, it was the romantic part, or lack thereof, that bothered her. “We agreed on today. I just need you to put some effort into this if you want to make it work.”

Jason did. He spent his freetime sponging knowledge on how to be a good boyfriend, something he didn’t really focus too much on in the past; with the assistance of his therapist, who was rather moved that he insisted to work on compromising with y/n in their relationship, Jason found some communication methods he planned to implement into his everyday life. The only caveat? His vigilantism.

Yet there was one thing Jason thought of, mind returning to y/n’s hint at her undergarments. His eyes flickered at her legs, then up to her breasts, before meeting with her eyes (that softened when she finally believed his guilt). Slipping his arms and shoulders from his leather jacket, letting it lie wrinkled behind him, Jason crawled over, kneeling before his girlfriend. He blinked at her through suggestive lashes, eyes offering more than what his mouth allowed him to. Y/n’s skin bumped, hair raised as she knew exactly what he proposed, but still carrying stubbornness in her veins.

Until Jason, with thumbs digging into the ends of his shirt, pulled off the fabric, unveiling his bare chest and torso. His eyes still spoke on behalf of him, asking y/n again if he could please make it up to her; if he could divulge in an act of apology, one to appease both parties, with an act of utter and complete devotion.

And y/n did admit: it was rather romantic of him to convey himself this way, inching toward her legs, his viridescent circles disappearing underneath the black hole of pupils growing in ardor. Please, his forehead wrinkled, a telltale sign that he was to lose himself to the desire that growled in his core; please was his action, his primary way to ensure safety in y/n, who stood frozen in front of him, her eyes finally returning, in the utmost hypnotic state, please me.

In a single motion, Jason swooped one of y/n’s legs by her hamstring, draping it over his shoulder as he explored his favorite cave and curve of her body. His hands went where his mouth dared not, reaching behind and grasping y/n’s ass, kneading it with his large palms, as his lips nipped at her inner thighs. He felt eyes on him, and looked up to see an already panting y/n, lip caught between her teeth as she fought to keep her composure. Still upset? He communicated through the quirk of his eyebrow, I can change that.

Reading his body language, y/n worked to remove her linen top, cedar bralette on full display. Jason’s eyes watered as his lips continued along her trail, desperate to kiss anywhere but there. If romance was language he understood, but simply could not partake in, then he would accommodate accordingly; his palms rested on either side of y/n’s tailbone, holding her steady as he kissed down, down, down, and…

“Shit.” y/n hissed when she felt Jason’s tongue lick her slit through her panties. Before he dove in, he awaited y/n’s verbal consent - it was something y/n had to get used to with her boyfriend, previous lovers careless as to whether or not she wanted them (which was, as Jay put it, repulsive), but something that still caused her to break out in a full-body blush, beaming down as she nodded and whispered, “You can. I want you to. Please.”

It was the please that broke Jason’s inhibitions loose, nails digging into her back as he nudged her panties to the side, delving into the pussy that drenched for him. Because of him.

Jason licked slowly, testing his waters as his tongue dragged along the bundle of nerves, back and forth; he was laser focused on gratifying her, dark thoughts wanting to desperately make her sing his name breathily.

The corruption of possession overtook him in that moment, lapping at y/n’s clit as one hand, removed from her back, shifted around to tease her entrance. Y/n moaned in response, hip falling as she wanted more, and more he gave.

Jason plunged two fingers into y/n, being met with her wetness; once deep enough, he curled his fingers ever so slightly, intent on guiding her toward the heavens from which she derived. Y/n mewled, thighs trembling as she already neared her climax.

Groaning underneath her, Jay continued his handiwork, mouth suctioned to her pussy as his tongue flicked tirelessly against her tongue. I love you, his shoulders slumped, pants increasingly uncomfortable with his cock hard in them, I want you here. With me. Let me make you happy.

It wasn’t the way his lips lightly sucked on her clit, nor was it the way his fingers dug into her pussy with so much intent that her eyes fluttered shut; it was the contact Jason made while doing it, praising her with actions as he worshiped her body until she fell undone in idyll. Jason’s name choked out from her throat as she rocked against his face, hips stuttering over him, and weight attempting to collapse onto him.

He caught her - as he did, the grown vigilante withstanding a plethora on his broad shoulders - and whispered sweet floral words into her ear, barely audible for her to hear as she immediately softened in his touch.

Y/n couldn’t stay upset with Jason, after all: he was rich in action, his piety in one reflecting in every move he made. Hair untidy, he brushed it away from her face, birds humming in the distance as he watched his spring’s suns set beneath her lids, and her cosmo cheeks return to normal; she was an orchid in his arms, a sweet song of gardens and daylight aglow, brightening the dusk once frightening him — she was a symphony, no less, one that he hearkened each time her strings sped up (a rondo allegro, if you will), or her winds drew long tunes in enervation.

Why she came to him, he knew not, but still relished each day; why she stayed in their times of silence, miscommunication, and lovers’ quarrels ranging in ferocity, a riddle to which Jason neglected the answer; but she birthed new life from him, one far different than his first with Bruce, and second after the Lazarus Pit.

He was a phoenix, risen from the ashes as he devoted each day to clearing the streets of filth for her. And as his devotion slumbered softly in his arms, Jason grinned, content with y/n.

[were-wolverine]

aroace jason todd coparenting baby lian alongside roy harper who is aromantic and demisexual

that’s it, that’s the post

[feelingthedisaster]

my aroace ass is claiming jason todd as a no rizz no bitches and happy about it king

[petrichor-and-moondust]

its pride month! you know what that means

(another installation of my queer DC icons)

a reminder, i take requests! just drop your character + flag in my askbox :)

[rolaplayor101]

Roy: hey I have someone whose interested in you that I'd like to introduce you to--

Jason, already leaving out the door: sorry dude! My fight or flight response! Can't help it!

Jason, from outside, over the roar of his bike: sorry, gotta go, you know how the fight or flight response works!

Jason, already down the road: ooop! No idea how to stop it, dude, sorry!