#aspec!jason

[gilbirda]

Can't help falling in love (with you) Chp.6

Jazz/Jason (Hardcover). DP x Batman crossover.

Based on this post

When a ghost does shenanigans, Jazz usually stays out of the trouble, since that's her brother's thing. This time? This time trouble found her in the form of a ghost that marries her to the Red Hood against her will.

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Chapter 6: Till death do us part

Jazz’s warm hand on his chest felt… right. Her presence, her head on his shoulder, the way her legs were pressed against his.

Now, after the high of the fight together and having a clear head — thank you, brother-in-law that he never knew he needed — he could sort through how she affected him without the pressure of imminent death.

He never felt particularly inclined to have an actual relationship with anybody. He tried, and some of them lasted more than others, but there was always something missing.

For a while he thought maybe he was too broken, too removed from humanity to actually be able to feel real human emotions; that after his resurrection there was only space in his heart for violence and vengeance.

For fucks sake, he had been such a child. Looking back to those years he knew he had been acting up and giving up on something he didn’t actually understand.

He was capable of love — he loved Alfred, and Dick, and Timbit, and Cass and every addition to the family. He loved his Crime Alley and his people, and he would die defending them. He loved his goons and he didn’t set up the goonion just for laughs. If you got him drunk enough, he would admit he maybe loved Bruce too.

But what he felt for Jazz? He hadn’t felt it before. He wasn’t sure it was love, but what he could be positive about is that he felt comfortable around her.

That she picked up what he let down without him needing to say a word was a plus.

Jason chuckled, enjoying Tim’s distraught face as he looked back and forth between them, his mind reeling, looking for an explanation.

“You are not married.” Tim accused. “I’d know.”

“Oh?” He highly doubted it but let it slide. “But it’s the truth. Isn’t it, darling?”

Jazz gave him a look and slapped him on the chest. “We got magically married by a ghost today— I guess yesterday at this point.” She added when she noticed the clock on the other wall marking three in the morning.

“You too?” Conner said, reaching for some cookies and more tea. “B didn't give any explanation— wait, you said a ghost did this?”

Tim looked at Superboy, frowning. “Ghosts can’t magically marry people.” He said.

Jazz breathed in slowly. “This one can. It’s Elvis.” How she said it with a straight face, Jason didn’t know. “Ghosts have obsessions — a purpose, a meaning, a goal. They have to fulfill it or they fade. This particular pain in everyone’s ass is a Vegas Elvis impersonator obsessed with making ‘perfect matches’.” She made the air quotes.

“And you guys are a match?”

Jason watched the trio in front of them carefully. So they were also affected by this ghost? Good thing that blondie had learned about the whole vigilante thing recently, or all of this would be an even worse shitshow than it was already.

Although, given how he was still eyeing Jazz’s weapons on the table, the guy wasn’t that used to their second life yet.

“Why, surprised?” Jason answered Tim, cutting off whatever Jazz was about to say.

“That someone is actually able to put up with you, yeah.” He replied with the same glare.

Jazz cleared her throat, funny enough, reminding them of Alfred.

“As I was saying,“ her glare was very Alfred too, “this ghost’s magic affects people in a way normal magic cannot break. We are looking into it, don’t worry.”

“We?” Bernard finally spoke, averting his eyes from Jazz’s stuff.

“My brother and—”

The woman stood up, glaring at seemingly nothing. Fast as lighting, she picked up a knife from her discarded vest and threw it at the other side of the room.

“Ow!”

Everyone turned to look at where they heard the voice. In front of their eyes, Danny — well, more like Phantom — materialized out of thin air. With a knife right in the middle of his chest.

Danny frowned at his sister. “Rude!”

“You deserve it.” She picked up another one, taking aim.

Two things happened at the same time: the trio on the opposite couch ducked, just in case; and Jason stood up to grab his wife’s hand before she got to throw the blade.

“Easy there.”

She yanked her arm out of his grasp, glaring at him. At least she put the knife down.

“What the hell was that?” Danny approached the group, ghostly tail forming a pair of legs before he completely descended and touched ground. He wasn’t happy when he yanked the knife from his chest. “At least your aim has improved.”

“I was aiming for your head.” She grit through her teeth.

“Are you still mad?”

“What do you think!”

Jason moved away from the enraged woman, just in case a brawl went down between the siblings. Jazz looked seconds away from jumping at her brother’s throat, and he was not idiot enough to risk his life by getting in the way.

“I’m sorry, ok!” Danny lifted his arms, trying to appear less threatening. “I... I know it seems sudden, but I swear there was a lot going on!”

“That’s the thing, Danny. There’s always something going on!” Jazz had many talents. One was, apparently, going from murderous intent to worried sister in a matter of seconds. “That’s how they get you. That’s how he gets you — a talk about responsibility and helping others and how there’s no other way and—”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

His tone was final. His eyes were glowing. Danny — Phantom — wasn’t known for being serious, always striking the bats as some kind of trickster entity; but in that moment Jason could guess at some darkness inside the younger man that wasn’t there before.

He didn’t have all the information, of course, but apparently Jazz didn’t either. Jason watched her face go from confused to horrified to angry and finally, heartbroken.

“What did he do to you?”

Danny didn’t look at her eyes. Instead, he transformed and let his human body take over his ghost.

“Can we— Can we drop this? Please.”

You could hear a pin drop in the room. Dick wasn’t even breathing, hand frozen in the air with his teacup still in it.

Jazz’ body gave up, falling back to the sofa like a dead weight. Her expression was haunted. What did this even mean? What could have happened, that Jazz could guess just by Danny’s avoidance, that made the young man the Ghost King?

The situation wasn’t funny anymore.

Jason cleared his throat. “So…,” he tried, “the ghost?”

Danny looked relieved at his intervention. “Lost him somewhere across the world. I’m sure he’ll go back to the Ghost Zone eventually,” he shrugged, “but until then… back to square one.”

Jason looked back at Jazz, but she was still gone.

“What’s the plan now?”

Danny spared one last worried look at his sister before looking at him. “I think I could get some answers by asking around the Zone. And maybe beg Frostbite to have a go with the Infimap.” Nothing he said meant anything to Jason. Danny realized that and chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. “The yetis we mentioned? Frostbite is their leader. He also guards a relic that can basically take you anywhere and anywhen you want. It’s pretty neat.”

That sounded way too powerful to just drop casually in conversation, or call it “neat” with such nonchalance, but Jason would be the first to admit that you develop a certain kind of tolerance to craziness in their line of work.

“How long?” Tim finally spoke to their guest.

“What?”

“How long until you have answers?”

“Gee, Timmy. Don’t be so hard on the kid.” Dick intervened. “Are you in a rush to get divorced?”

By the way blondie blushed and hid his face in his hands, yes, he was in a rush. Jason half wondered what had happened between the three — he remembered Tim talking about his boyfriend, but he was positive he wasn’t talking about the super. How awkward. He almost jumped in to poke at the others but movement on his side distracted him.

“You okay?” He asked Jazz while the others discussed Tim’s particular conundrum.

“Not really, no.” She said after a moment of hesitation.

Unsure what to answer to that, he circled his arm back around her and squeezed her against his chest. Cass liked when he did that, but she always preferred quiet support to comforting words, and she enjoyed his hugs.

Jazz tensed for a moment before she tried to relax, so maybe she wasn’t so keen on hugs as his sister. She still patted his leg, acknowledging the gesture.

“Awwww.”

Both turned back to the conversation, finding the room fuller than before — Alfred was back with more tea and pastries, and Bruce walked in civies right behind him. The older man froze a little when he noticed the pair, one of his eyebrows twitching in the way Jason knew there would be questions later. He ignored them both.

“Danny.” Jazz cut whatever Dick was going to add. “What was that about a royal bond?”

The other got very quiet, eyes fixed on his sister’s. She got out of the hug and straightened her back, waiting for her answer.

“I don’t know.”

Jason could almost physically feel the young woman’s rage boil under her skin. “Explain.”

“I really don’t. I— They don’t actually teach about marriage in King school, Jazz.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah! Why do you keep asking?”

“Because I highly doubt you actually listened in class.”

Someone coughed a laugh. Danny’s face became red as he crossed his arms. “That was very mean. I don’t like your lack of faith in me.”

“But am I wrong?” She crossed her arms too, mirroring her sibling, and lifting one eyebrow. She knew she was right, but she still had to make him say it.

Jason rolled his eyes at the show, glancing at Dick watching the sibling spat while munching on more cookies.

“You are not wrong.” Danny finally admitted in a quiet voice. “But I’m telling the truth about not covering this!” He quickly added. “I did get some etiquette classes but—”

“Who? The classes, who taught you.” She added when Danny frowned, confused.

“Dora.”

“Then go ask her.”

Danny scoffed. “As if I have the time. Do it yourself.” He rolled his eyes. “I have to look for the Elvis ghost.”

“Whose fault is it that the ghost escaped, Danny?”

“Yours!” He bit back. “If you hadn’t freaked out so much about nothing—”

“Nothing?” Jazz stood up, breathing heavily. “Do you call finding out your baby brother is a King against his better judgment ‘nothing’!?”

“Hey, darling—”

“Don’t—!” Jazz slapped Jason’s hand away from where he tried to place it on her arm. She was tense, so tense he believed anything would make her jump. “Just. Not right now.”

“Jazz, listen—” Danny lifted his hands when her burning glare fell on him “Calm down, okay? We will figure this out. If not us, someone else must know. There are records, and you know how ghosts are sometimes about records.”

“Ghost Writer.”

Jason didn’t know who this ghost was, but Danny nodded, lowering his hands. “You can try his haunt and check that. I could have a look at the Keep too— or if you want you can do it yourself.”

“I can’t just uproot my life here in Gotham for this Danny.” Jazz started pacing, the gears turning in her head. “I have a test next week, and— and I was job hunting and— You understand that research takes time, yes?”

Danny rolled his eyes. “I know. But what else is there, Jazz? If you are so dead set on breaking this royal bond, if it cannot wait, then it is up to you what you are going to miss in the Living World.”

Bruce cleared his throat. “Are you in Gotham University?”

She blinked and looked at the Waynes as if she forgot they were there at all. Jason watched Bruce closely. “Yes. I’m currently getting my degree at Gotham U. Psychiatry.”

Tim and Dick glanced at each other.

“You can ask for accommodations and time off as long as you need,” Bruce tilted his head, “and if that doesn’t work definitely let me know. If they want to keep getting the Wayne Enterprises internships and donations they better let you take time off.”

Jazz made a face, which Jason couldn’t blame her for. So far she had taken very well being in the presence of Bruce Wayne but the reminder that this man alone held so much power over a city can be an uncomfortable stab. Even when such power it’s used for your benefit.

“I can’t… I’ve never… My grades—”

“Will not be affected. I can make sure of that. I don’t know — we can figure out something,” Bruce glanced at Jason, who nodded, “but you won’t have to worry about anything until you and Jason are back safe and sound.”

She blinked slowly. She turned towards Jason, her worried eyes glued to his face. He tried to channel his calm and collected demeanor when he dealt with victims, projecting security so she would stop freaking out like this. He nodded.

Jazz licked her lips and hummed. “Fine.” Nobody missed how Danny’s shoulders dropped at her declaration. “We’ll try Ghost Writer and see from there.”

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After Jazz said yes, they immediately got to work. Introductions went faster than they should have — both parties knew of each other before this whole event, even Bernard knew who the trickster Phantom was after having listened to Tim ramble about him, or so the blond said.

Jason felt like everything was a blur as he went to the showers by Alfred’s orders, and got ready in civilian clothes to get on the road. He also checked his messages and informed his goons that he would be away on a mission and to hold the fort until he was back.

After spending so much time with Jazz, her absence felt… weird. Like walking with his balance completely off.

It wasn’t the painful sensation that brought him to her apartment in the first place, but more like an uncomfortable pull from inside his chest telling him to go after her. He could ignore it like he could ignore being hungry or thirsty, but he understood it was a part of him until they found answers to… whatever he got involved with.

Marriage.

Huh.

He wasn’t the marrying type. He had never dreamed of a wife and kids and picket fence; it just wasn’t something people like him could dream about — first as a kid from the streets and then as a crime fighter.

After he came back from the dead, he kinda… never considered he could be something else? There was so much to do in Gotham, so much to fix, and it never crossed his mind the possibility of hanging the cape and settling down with someone.

But apparently fate had something else in store for him.

He shook his head, lifting the bag with his discarded suit and adjusting the strap on his shoulder. There was no such thing as fate or destiny, he made his own destiny. He clawed his way out of his own grave, he could do whatever he wanted.

He arrived at the expansive garage and grabbed the Mercedes keys from the key box, walking towards the shiny black car that, while expensive and high tech, would be the best for blending in the small town Jazz was from.

Jason drove towards his apartment first and grabbed a spare suit, some weapons just in case, and the go bag he always had ready for a quick exit. Then it was back to Jazz’s apartment, where she had gone earlier to get ready for their trip.

She waited for him at the door of the building, wearing civilian clothes with her black biker jacket, arms crossed and a duffle bag at her feet. She wasn’t pleased.

“What’s this?” She asked the minute he rolled the window down.

“A car.”

“I can see that.” She didn’t make a move to get in. It started to rain, because of course. “What’s with the rich guy's car?”

“Turns out my daddy is the richest man in town,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “and let me play with his toys.”

She huffed, unbothered by the rain. This was so much fun. He never wanted to stop messing with her. Especially if she was going to act so antagonistic and pout in frustration.

“I thought that making the trip on a bike was a bad idea.” He added. “I love speeding down the road and forget about my problems like everybody else, but fifteen hours on a bike carrying my equipment and bags is not my idea of fun.”

The rain started falling harder, helping with his point.

He watched her eye the passenger seat and the back seat, almost hearing her thoughts considering if she should choose being in close proximity to him for a long car ride, or ignore him in the backseat.

The rain starting to become a downpour pushed her to make her decision.

“Alright, but you are driving the whole way.” She stomped her way to the passenger side and opened the door, threw her bag to the backseat without caring where it fell, and quickly sat and put on the seatbelt. “And I can choose the music.”

“I thought that was the driver’s right?”

“Rights revoked.” She pulled out her phone, opening the music app.

“By who?” He started driving down the street, glancing at how she connected the phone to the car’s bluetooth.

“By me.”

“That doesn’t sound fair.”

“Hm-mm,” she wasn’t listening to him, scrolling through her playlists. “Oh yeah.”

He wanted to ask what she was focusing so hard on, but the speakers started blasting Backstreet Boys’ 1997 hit “Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)”.

Jason glared at her when he stopped at a red light. “Really?”

Her grin was wide and totally unauthentic. “What, you don’t like one of the best songs of our generation?”

Did he have to bring up that he was dead for six months and catatonic for about two years, and then trained with an assassin cult in the mountains as a valid reason why he didn’t feel connected to the song?

He understood very quickly that Jazz wouldn’t care about anything he had to say. She was smiling, waiting to get a reaction from him.

As the Backstreet Boys continued filling the silence in the car, he started moving the car again as the light turned green.

Did she want some kind of undignified reaction at having to listen to boy bands? Fine. She wouldn’t get one. He wasn’t a fan of boy bands but he wasn’t going to be a little bitch over it.

If Jazz was trying to vent her anger on him and goad him into starting an argument to misplace her frustration, he wasn’t going to enable her. Because yeah, he was very aware she wasn’t mad at him per say, he was just an easy target.

And Red Hood was nobody’s punching bag.

He smiled as wide as her and started humming to the song, fingers tapping on the steering wheel at the rhythm of the song.

It was worth it by the way she finally shut up and leaned back on her seat, huffing and shaking her head, murmuring something about bratty younger brother behavior.

His smile grew. He had won round one.

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[po1sonous-l0ve]

It's pride month, so here are some Riordanverse pride headcannons!

•Percy and Annabeth have turned at least a quarter of the camp bi.

•Cabin 23 (the Morpheus Cabin) has the most trans/genderfluid campers, and the cis members are huge allies.

•The boys from the Seven like to parade around camp in skirts.

•Any homophobia WILL NOT BE TOLERATED and the homophones will be followed around with megaphones that Leo programmed.

•They instantly repent.

•Camp Jupiter used to be a little more strict, but Jason (he never died, trust) got them to relax the rules.

•I like to think that they renovate the Apollo cabin, the fruitiest of them all, and call it the Gay Café, and it allows the younger campers or anybody with internalised homophobia to come to terms with their sexuality.

•Alex Fierro likes to come around and party a bit.

•She drags Magnus along, too.

•Apollo often comes down from Olympus.

•Artemis also comes around to attempt to recruit some aspecs.

•The Dionysus cabin often hosts parties for the older campers as well.

Hope you guys enjoy, and happy Pride!

[theaceofarrows]

Big fan of the batfam, adding pride colors to their suits for the entirety of June

Batman wearing a b or progress flag colors on the inside of his cape

Nightwing changing his blue bird symbol to bi or pan colors

Red Hood makes his bat symbol and/or helmet aspec colors

Red Robin wearing bi colors on the inside of his cape and on the RR

Black Bat adding lesbian colors to her symbol/suit

Spoiler wearing half and half bi and lesbian colors on the inside of her cape

Batwoman making her bat symbol the lesbian flag

Signal adding the progress flag to his symbol

Robin wearing an ace flag on the inside of his cape (for his buddy Connor Hawk) and demi romantic flag to his R

Bonus, Nightwing adds a bunch of pride flag bumper stickers to the batmobile

[sanguineterrain]

Hi, I love your fics. Feel free to say no to this request but I was wondering if maybe you could write something about asexual Jason Todd? I've always felt like he'd be aspec and identified with him because of that. You write intimacy and love without sex so well, and it'd be wonderful to see it with ace Jason. Maybe one where he tells the reader and he's really scared but they accept him? But if you don't want to, completely fine. Thank you for sharing your writing. 🧡

Hey there nonnie. This one is very personal to me; I'm also ace and have often had the thought that Jason is aspec too. I think sometimes I write him that way without realizing it. I hope you and others enjoy this one! 💓

asexual!jason todd x gn!reader. tw sexuality discussion, some internalized acephobia, love confession. please be kind in the comments.

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Rain patters on the kitchen window. You'd come over with the excuse of the two egg and cheese sandwiches from the bodega Jason likes so much.

"I think I could eat egg and cheese sandwiches for every meal," he says, mustard on his nose.

You want to say something stupid. Something about bringing him egg and cheese sandwiches in the rain forever. Something about a grave and hunger and what it means to be fed, to feed.

"From anywhere or specifically from the bodega?" you ask.

"Bodega, obviously. Alfred's, too. And yours. Food made with love." He shakes the foil. "I can taste the love."

"Jason?"

"Hm?"

"I..." You touch your nose. "Mustard."

He wipes it off. The thin takeout napkin is tiny in his hand.

"Don't even know how it got up there," he mumbles.

Oh, God. You're about to say something stupid.

"I love you," you blurt. "I—I'm falling in love with you, Jason."

Silence. Jason freezes mid-bite.

"Fuck," he whispers.

You watch as he springs from the couch and starts to pace. He chews on a cuticle, eyes wild. The sandwich is abandoned on the coffee table. You frown.

"Jason. Jay. Hey. Jaybird."

Nothing. You catch his free hand and rub his knuckles. Jason's eyes dart to you. He stops.

"I didn't say that to scare you," you say, even though it hurts, the idea that your love scares him. "It's okay if you don't feel the same."

"I do," Jason says miserably. "Fuck, I do. I love you so much. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

You squeeze his hand, suddenly, incandescently happy.

"You do?" you ask.

"But I—" He shakes his head. "I can't love you the way you want me to."

"Jay, whatever you think coming back did, I promise that—"

"No." Jason swallows hard and shuts his eyes. "God, that's the thing. 'S not from the Pit. I thought—y'know, I waited for everything to slide into place. The Lazarus Pit is s'posed to resurrect a person. Build them anew. But I felt the same."

"Felt the same?"

Jason looks at you then, and you know that expression. It's a plea. Don't use this information to hurt me.

You tug him back to the couch, coax him into sitting. He very carefully doesn't let any part of him touch you.

"I didn't, uh, have a name for it when I was younger. I didn't, like, think about sex or anything like that very much before B took me in 'cause I was in survival mode, y'know?"

"That makes sense, Jay," you offer gently.

"Right. Well, but it just... stayed that way. And before you ask, yeah, I've tried. I've tried to force the feelings." He takes a shaky breath. "I remember Dick telling me about how he'd started dating Kori—I mean, Kori, she's beautiful, y'know? And I was like, what's wrong with me that I can't feel that? I knew that she was beautiful, logically, but I didn't... feel it. I picked it apart for months, trying to figure out why I couldn't be like him or B or Selina."

"Oh, Jay..."

"No, I know. I tried. I crushed on a few people, but I never acted on it 'cause I knew there was something... different. Something to hide. And then I thought the Pit would give that to me, that feeling I've never had, and it didn't. And I guess I should be happy that it's not something that needs to be fixed or restored or whatever, but all I feel is shame. I feel sick when someone looks at me like I'm a piece of meat. I attract more attention with how I look now, and it's worse than before, having no control over how people desire me."

You frown. "Jason, if I've ever made you feel that way, I hope you'd tell me. I'm sorry if I have."

"No, you—you're perfect. God, you make me feel so safe. Cared for in a way I haven't known in a long time. And that's why this is so shit. 'Cause this won't work. You want something I can't give you."

"Who says I don't want what you can give me?"

Jason laughs. It comes out choked. "Oh, no, no. You don't know what you're saying. Maybe it'll take six months or a year or two years but you'll get fed up with not having sex. I'm not worth celibacy. I know I'm not."

"Jason." You lightly touch his cheek. He looks at you, eyes wet. "Oh, Jay. Why do you think that? Why do you think you're only good for your body?"

"Hah. I've only been good for my body for years now. 'S nothing new, and it doesn't matter whether I'm a boyfriend or a soldier."

"Jason. It does matter. It does. You're not a body to me, you're a person. A brain. A heart. A good soul."

He blinks fast. "Don't... y'don't have to say that stuff. Let me down easy. It's okay if you leave. I don't have what you want."

"But you do. There's no reason you don't. Sex? I can do without."

He scoffs. "That easy, huh?"

"With you? Yes," you say. "Easiest choice I've ever made, actually. Like deciding to bring you a breakfast sandwich. I woke up and I did that. Because I love you."

His fingers creep to yours. You hold them as soon as he's within reach.

"I'm not gonna change," he says.

Jason thinks it's a warning. You see it for what it is: hope.

"That's alright," you say, squeezing his hand. "I'm not trying to change you."

[abcwordsurge]

at first I was like, aroace jason!

then I was like, aromantic piper!

now I'm like, aroace and agender leo!

lost trio? more like... (*squints at notes*) aspec trio

[aroaceleovaldez]

Something something Jason feeling like he doesn't quite fit as "Greek" or "Roman" as a metaphor for bisexuality, particularly the semi-canonical bi-coding in his half of experiences during the Cupid scene and how Favonius and Cupid speak to him in parallel to the scenes confirming Nico is gay.

Something something the camps as metaphors for traditionally acceptable forms of relationships and Nico living as a rogue outside of them, rejecting expectation (ergo in himself representing a metaphor of queer identity and living outside of boxes and defined/usually hetero-allonormative/binary ideas of what love/relationships should look like) versus Jason struggling with the expectation to conform to a label and even discussing with Nico both of them remaining at CHB together.

Something something the inverse of Jason shifting away from the camps after he breaks up with Piper, feeling lost and unable to find a place between the camps as he begins to explore his queer identity properly for the first time versus Nico only remaining at CHB because he has entered a relationship. In this essay I will-

[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

[aceinthefreakinspace]

Pride Month Aspec Headcanons Day 27

Jason Todd - DC - Asexual

Tbh I wouldn't be past headcanoning the entire batfam as different identities along the aspec lol. I'm not entirely sure why, but ace Jason has an extra special place in my heart no I'm not projecting even more with this what are you talking about

Bonus points for ace-ing another character the fandom gets wayyyyyy too nasty about.

Also back to that entire aspec batfam idea: I think it'd be fun. An entire found family of aspecs. Add that to the list of things they'd all have a 6th sense for. Compace, as it was so wonderfully put in the ace tag not too long ago, to the MAX. I love it.

[person25]

I have to pretend like i don’t headcanon 70% of characters as aro/ace😔

[gilbirda]

Can't help falling in love (with you) Chp.5

Jazz/Jason (Anger Management). DP x Batman crossover.

Based on this post

When a ghost does shenanigans, Jazz usually stays out of the trouble, since that's her brother's thing. This time? This time trouble found her in the form of a ghost that marries her to the Red Hood against her will.

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Chapter 5: Cross my heart and hope to die

“What do you MEAN ‘it was kind of an accident’!?”

“I swear I meant to tell you—”

“And you just FORGOT?”

Jazz was seeing red. How could Danny do this to her?

She knew it was a possibility that her brother became King. There were talks about it, debates about claim to the throne after Pariah was defeated, especially when the Ancients came back and made themselves known once more.

Clockwork sat them down and talked about destiny, about the different futures, about Danny’s role in the timeline. He was never clear about what he wanted with that speech, but he had been looking at Danny with a certain hunger in his eyes that Jazz never liked.

True, it was better to have an Ancient on their side, and a powerful one like Clockwork; but it didn’t mean she liked how he was feeding ideas of grandeur to her little brother.

That Danny went through behind her back hurt. A lot. That he hid it from her, on purpose or not, was disheartening. She didn’t want to miss out on Danny’s life, and since she came to Gotham she felt like since she was out of sight, she was out of mind to her brother.

“I didn’t forget!” Danny was making wide gestures. “I was going to tell you as soon as I—”

“And I had to find out I was a freaking Princess like this?” She was well aware she had a ectogun on her hand, so she disabled it and put it back on her right thigh holster. “This affects me too, you know!”

“I know!”

“Hey guys?”

Both turned to look at Red Hood, who had been quietly watching their fight unravel. He pointed at something behind them.

“Your ghost is about to fly away.”

Jazz didn’t have time to make a sound or do anything — the green dome Danny had made around the Elvis ghost shattered into million pieces.

“Nice seeing ya!” The ghost called over his shoulder as he made a peace sign and flew as fast as he could as far as he could.

Danny growled, launching himself to the air behind the retreating figure of the ghost, knowing that it was more important to catch Elvis before they lost him again.

Jazz hadn’t realized she was breathing heavily until she was left alone with Hood. Gotham was unusually quiet — people were too used to late night crime fighting, and citizens ignored them at best and hid from them at worst.

“So… uh…”

“Why didn’t you do anything?”

“What?”

She knew she was too mad to make sense, but they lost Elvis. They had him! And lost him!

“Why didn’t you stop him!”

She launched herself at him, fueled by frustration and anger. The logical part of her, the one that understood that it wasn't Hood’s fault, was screaming at her that rushing a known ex-crime lord and one of the Bats was a bad idea. But she was angry at her brother, angry at being pushed into an unwanted marriage, pushed into being a princess for a dimension that was hostile to her.

Maybe he understood how she felt, because Red Hood quietly met her strikes and only blocked and redirected them, not really trying to retaliate. He moved with her body so easily she felt like she was dancing with him, spinning to deliver a kick he blocked and moved down to properly catch her hand for the next punch.

Jazz moved faster, her muscles straining with the ectoplasm powering her inhuman speed and stamina. She was tired, she was sore and it’s been so long since she had an actual fight she was realizing she missed this. Petty muggers and wannabe gangsters didn’t measure up with her, and while she tried to feel content with the normal life she was making for herself in Gotham, she was never going to be really normal.

Princess.

When was the last time she punched someone with all her might?

Hood caught her fist in one of his gloved hands with only a soft grunt to show the effort. She punched him with her other fist, which he caught with his other hand.

Neither moved after that.

Princess of the Infinite Realms.

“Are you done?”

Jazz controlled her breathing, looking at him between the wild locks of hair that escaped her ponytail. He was also slightly out of breath, but more put together than her.

“Actually, I think I am.”

He let her go, watching carefully as she straightened her back and combed back her hair, freeing it from the ponytail to let it fall free. She missed her usual teal headband, but she had left it at her apartment.

“I’m sorry. That was uncalled for. You didn’t let the ghost free.”

“I think you guys did all the work by starting an argument back there.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Smartass.”

He hummed, the mechanical distortion of the mask giving it a weird edge.

“What now, Princess?”

Jazz huffed at the name, but she felt spent after burning her anger fighting him.

“Now we wait and see if Danny catches him.”

He hummed again, tilting his head as if thinking how to word something. After a few moments, he finally said: “B wanted me to take you back to the Cave.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Do I have to?”

Somehow she knew he was smiling under the mask. “Why? Want to run away?”

“And go where? I can’t leave this city and also I have a test next week.” She shrugged. “Sure why not? Danny can find me when he is back.”

She started walking towards where she left the bike parked, not waiting to see if Hood would follow her. His quiet boots quickly fell into step behind her.

“How are you going to get to the Batcave?”

“You are going to take me there.”

With a few long strides he was now besides her. “I could just ditch you here.”

“Then I won’t go to the Cave.” She side eyed him, amused with the banter. “Easy.”

“Then Batman will kidnap you and drag you there against your will.”

This made her stop and turn to look at him. “You sound like you speak from experience.”

It was difficult to know with the mask in the way, but she felt his eyes run over her face, considering. He was acting weird, she noticed — or at least it felt it since she didn’t know him that much.

Without answering, he grabbed her gently by the arm and pulled her towards a dark alley. Amused, Jazz didn’t put up a fight just to see where this was going.

“Okay,” he started once they were very clearly out of sight of the main road and not in the line of vision of any of the nearby windows, ���I assume I can trust you.”

After basically revealing all her secrets to him and finding out in front of him that she was now the freaking Princess of the Underworld, Jazz considered she deserved some trust. Also Danny cured his corrupted ectoplasm poisoning, so he owed that to them. But she wasn’t going to pull up all the receipts or start an argument with the man she was married to against both of their wills.

“Yeah?” She chose to say as he reached for something behind his head.

“The others will probably try to kill me for this but I don’t give a shit. You are in this now, whether we want it or not.”

There was a soft hissing sound and the mouthpiece detached from his face. He removed it with one hand as the other unstuck the domino mask from his eyes, revealing his bare face.

Jazz didn’t gasp, but it was a close thing. She didn’t expect to find such clear blue eyes in the face of the ruthless vigilante, or the deep scar that ran from his lip and upwards into his hair, across his cheek.

Now that she could see his eyes, and from this close, she could easily detect the liminality in him. How the green was so close to the surface, how he was clearly not that human anymore. She could also see his emotions written all over the nuances in the blue.

He smiled. Hood had dimples. Who would have thought?

“Name’s Jason,” he said as he extended a hand. He also had a nice voice, now that he didn’t have the modulator. Deep and masculine. Jazz blinked and shook his hand a bit late. “Jason Todd. Nice to properly meet you.”

“Likewise.” She said absentmindedly. “Not that I’m complaining but isn’t it a bit… important? The whole secret identity thing.”

He shrugged. “I never cared that much about it. And as I said, until we figure this out, we are stuck together. And it isn’t like you won’t know my name from the marriage papers.”

True. It felt like a smart idea to be honest at this point.

“Okay.” She nodded. “We are still going to the Cave, right?”

He sighed. “Unfortunately.”

They were interrupted by his comms device coming to life with passion. Jazz could hear a lot of voices trying to speak at the same time over each other, and going by the pained faces Jason was doing, they were loud even for him.

“Calm down, everybody.” Jason was trying to make it stop without success.

More voices for a moment, until someone spoke and they all stopped at once. It was deep and monotone, and it was Batman’s.

Now that it was quiet, Jazz could hear his words clearly.

“Report to the Cave immediately. Both of you.”

Did he know she could hear him?

In any case, Jason rolled his eyes and put the mask back on. “En route.” He tapped his ear and grumbled. “I already said we’ll go. Stupid Bruce.”

Bruce…

Why was the name familiar? Bruce… Bruce something. He was on the TV? No, it was something else. Not an actor, she would probably remember. Maybe something else?

It wasn’t until they walked back to the main road that she saw it — the tallest and biggest building in the city, the one she had joked when she moved in that was overcompensating for something.

The Wayne Enterprises building.

Bruce Wayne.

Jason Todd.

Jazz blinked, remembering reading something about Wayne’s dead son being declared alive not that long ago. That it was all a misunderstanding. That he had lost his memories and wandered alone for some years, but he was better now. That his death had been greatly exaggerated.

Knowing what she knew now, she would bet that there were no exaggerations whatsoever. That they managed to convince everyone that he wasn’t actually dead was commendable.

“Want me to grapple us back to your bike?”

“Huh?”

Even with the mask and face cover, she knew he was smiling at her. “Me. Grapple. Swing us to your bike.”

She looked around and came to the same conclusion: walking would take too long. Jazz shrugged and walked closer to him, already looping her arms around him as he readied the grapple gun.

Back at the fight she had been too focused on defeating Elvis; but now in the quiet night, with just the two of them, she could stop and take note of the feeling of flying with the vigilante. It was different from flying with Danny — gravity was not ignored, for starters. But she liked it.

Jazz never felt comfortable being this close to people that weren’t her family. She was a hugger and she enjoyed cuddling with her inner circle; but having a stranger in her personal bubble was always a big no-no.

Jason felt different, and she didn’t know how much of it was the spell and how much was coming from herself. This is why she hated soul magic — you could very easily lose yourself in the paranoia and double thinking every emotion. She was resistant to that magic, sure, but she wasn’t immune.

She genuinely liked Jason and she would be very pissed off if all of it was because of magic.

They soon arrived at her abandoned motorbike, which was exactly where she left it. Such a feat in Gotham. In any case, she knew that in the event that her bike was stolen, it wouldn't work if you weren't at least somewhat liminal. Danny made it like that for her.

Jason once again proved what he was when the engine roared to life for him without issue.

"Nice ride." He commented.

"Thank you! My brother modified this one just for me."

He hummed, quickly noticing the extra dials, the extra buttons, and the little ghost sticker. "How fast can it go?"

If he planned on having a conversation about the specs and the mechanical stuff with her, he was in for disappointment. Jazz only knew enough to take care of her vehicle and whatever Danny info dumped her.

"As fast as I need. With the right juice."

Another perk of Danny's modifications: she could enhance performance by sharing a bit of her power. It put a strain on the engine, so it was not something she did every day.

Jason looked very interested. Jazz made a mental note to tell Danny.

The ride to the Batcave was quiet and comfortable, again that weird calm settling in her chest just by being close to Jason. If she were alone she knew she would be out of her mind with worry, and very angry at the situation. Right then, she only found inner peace as they swerved through Gotham's streets at night. She could even admit to herself that it was a pretty city — but again maybe the trick was to see it at night and not during a smoggy day.

"Here we are." Jason screamed over his shoulder as they ascended a hill, her bike prepared to go through all terrains making the trip just fine.

There was a beep and loud whirring, and the distant waterfall parted to reveal the entrance of the Cave. Huh. Classy.

Jason maneuvered the bike towards what looked like the central area of the whole thing, past the other vehicles and a giant dinosaur. Was that a giant penny as well?

He also helped her dismount the bike. Huh. Chivalry was not dead, after all.

Maybe it was just forcibly brought back to life.

She snorted, shaking her head when he glanced at her, asking what was so funny.

The Batcave was impressive… for a rich white man's secret basement, that is. It showed that he had been doing this for decades, with many additions and upgrades; and right in the center there it was, the Batcomputer.

Tucker had talked about it the moment she told them she was moving to Gotham, confessing he had been entertaining the thought of hacking it, but he didn’t want to look for trouble if it would trace back to her.

“Took you long enough, Todd.”

“Hit some traffic.”

Jazz giggled at the blatant lie, and at the way the kid that was glaring at them narrowed his eyes. Such an expression on a young face was hilarious.

“Hood, report.”

Of course.

Batman waited for them at the Batcomputer, carefully logging everything she had told them about the incident. She caught comments conjecturing about what was unsaid in their conversation, and questions he would ask someone called “Constantine” about the Infinite Realms. Sure. She didn’t judge him for wanting a second opinion, but if what he really wanted was up to date information he needed her and her brother. During Pariah Dark’s reign, the Realms had shut down any and all communication with the living world and who knows what someone unrelated to the newest changes in management would know about the topic.

Jazz quietly followed Jason as he gave a quick rundown of the fight and his observations about the ghost — “Really, Elvis?” “Yeah, Dickhead, the one and only.” — and observed their reactions to the madness that was her life. When he got to the last part, where the ghost escaped because of Danny and her arguing, her face got hot with embarrassment.

“In my defense, he should have told me before the fight. About the whole ‘King’ business.” She crossed her arms, trying to hold on to the last of her dignity. What a rookie mistake, letting your target go because of infighting.

Batman was probably thinking something along those lines, because he patted her on the shoulder. “You did good.”

She narrowed her eyes, wondering if he was being condescending; but by the way that Jason and the one he called ‘Dickhead’ looked at each other in surprise, it was genuine.

“So now we wait?”

She nodded at the other man. Jason’s brother? She tried to remember Bruce Wayne’s assortment of orphans and match his face with one of them. And remember the name.

“Danny will call me if he has news. He better do, anyway.” Because if he doesn’t there is a world of pain ahead of him, but she left that part unsaid.

Batman found it funny. “Rest for now. I think Alfred made cookies.”

He turned back towards the computer without making further comment, considering the conversation done. Jazz thought it was a bit rude, but bit her tongue. There was no point in starting a fight and she was tired and hungry.

“C’mon.” Jason took her hand to guide her towards the elevator, the other young man and the kid hot on their heels.

“You need to change, Todd. It doesn’t count if you only take off the mask.” The kid said. Jazz watched him and his eternal frown and finally could put a name to the face. Damian Wayne, the youngest.

“I will do it once she has some food.”

“I can give her the tour, Jay.” The one she was sure was an older brother said, smiling in her direction. “Unless you guys want alone time?”

Jazz cringed at the comment and the implication of the man’s raised eyebrows and smirk. Now she remembered who this guy was — Dick Grayson, Bruce’s first kid.

Huh, the name was fitting.

“Cut it out, Dickward.” Jason slapped his brother’s shoulder. “Not everyone is down to fuck anything that breathes, like you do.”

She was grateful that the attention of the conversation was moved towards the brothers’ bickering — Dick defending himself, Damian demanding that the topic be immediately dropped and Jason poking his older brother about previous relationships. Jazz looked at her new husband’s face as he deflected comments about his apparent “non-existent” love life, shrugging and scoffing that he didn’t see the point anyway.

Could it be?

It had been a long while since Jazz found a name to what she felt regarding relationships, romantic or sexual. She always thought she would eventually bloom and fall in love, or maybe set aside her ambitions once she found someone worth it, or maybe she only needed to be patient and that the right person would come and sweep her off her feet.

She loved romance novels, and loved reading about her favorite characters falling in love and all that stuff — but she never “bloomed” so to speak. She remembered being sixteen and being on that date with Johnny and him going to kiss her and not feeling anything like it was in her books.

Now, as an adult, she was past losing sleep over that fact. She was not interested, and that was it. She loved, and a lot, and she loved unconditionally, but not like people described romantic love to be.

Jason’s shoulders were slightly tense even if he joked that he was too busy with his “redemption arc” to look for love, and everyone laughed — but she knew. She understood the feeling.

Somehow she was not that mad at the whole arranged marriage thing now. From all the idiots she could be tied to, this one was at least somewhere in the aroace spectrum, and could understand her.

Once on the surface properly, Jazz quickly followed the brothers as they walked further into a house — a mansion? Everything was too big and too fancy to be a simple house — taking note of the route in case she needed to map out the place. It was instinct at this point, finding exit points and escaping routes, just in case. Sometimes she wished that it wasn’t.

She was guided to a living room where some people were already sitting on a sofa and enjoying cookies placed on the coffee table. It was another of the Wayne kids — Timothy? She wasn’t sure — sitting with a blonde boy and a black haired boy wearing a leather jacket with the Superman’s symbol in the back.

“Oh, hi.” The blond one said with a gentle smile.

Timothy froze with a cookie halfway into his mouth, blue eyes fixed on the still joined hands. He then looked up at Jazz, and she held his gaze, arching an eyebrow.

“What’s up?” The guy with the punk attire vaguely waved a hand, also noticing the hands, but choosing to smile at it and not make a comment.

Jason sat down, waiting for Jazz to sit beside him. Dick sat on a loveseat, enjoying watching the show that was about to begin.

“Um…” Timothy chewed his cookie and gulped, eyes going down Jazz’s body. She looked down too, remembering that she still had her weapons on her. “Who’s this?”

An older man wearing a tux walked in holding a silver tray with a teapot and empty cups. His face was completely blank, the only tell of his thought being the slightly arched eyebrow.

“I remember that we agreed on no suits in the Manor, Master Jason.” He gently chastised, placing the tray on the table to unload everything he was carrying. “Also, no weapons.”

Took a moment to realize he was talking to her. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“You didn’t know, dear.” He said. “I’m Alfred. Alfred Pennyworth.”

“Nice to meet you, Alfred.”

He nodded at her with a small smile. “Likewise, Miss Fenton.”

His eyes flashed towards her hand still in Jason’s, and this time she quickly let go. She didn’t know who this man was, but it didn’t take much to understand he was no mere butler.

No need to be told twice, she got into the task of unbuckling and unfastening everything she had on her person. First, she looped the strap of Moral Support over her head and placed the compacted rifle on the table, a good distance away from the tea and pastries. Then, she took off the jacket, revealing the leather vest and everything she had in it.

She vaguely heard the punk boy whistle in appreciation.

“Who is this?” Timothy asked. Rude. She was standing right there!

Jason chuckled, taking her jacket from her and gingerly placing it on the armrest of the sofa.

“This is Jasmine Fenton.” He said.

Jazz placed the ecto guns next to Moral Support and her hands quickly went back to unzip and unfasten the vest from her. She could take out the blades later, once she was back home.

She made a move to sit down, but was stopped by Alfred clearing his throat. Did she miss anything?

Oh right.

She leaned down and took the hidden dagger in her boot, showing it to the butler, who nodded, smiled and walked out of the room.

Finally, Jazz sat down next to Jason. She crossed her arms, watching the trio watch her, ignoring Dick’s delighted face as he stuffed his face with cookies.

“And?” Timothy asked to elaborate. Blondie was watching the pile of weapons with wide eyes. Punk boy was biting his lip, enjoying the show.

Jason lifted one arm and let it rest on Jazz’s shoulders. By the way Timothy’s face soured at the gesture, she understood this was a bit and played along just to see what would happen. She leaned onto Jason a little, uncrossing her arms to put one hand on his chest, eyes fixed on the other guy’s.

“She’s my wife, of course.”

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Some aspec headcanons

(in honour to the capitalist day with too many heart shaped stuff)

Leo Valdez (Heroes of Olympus) as aromantic

Katniss Everdeen (Hunger Games) as asexual and grayromantic

Kevin Day (All for the Game) as idk both arospec and acespec

Jason Grace (Heroes of Olympus) as aroace

Artemis Fowl (Artemis Fowl) as aroace

James Potter (Marauders Era) as aromantic

Jason Todd (DC Comics) as aroace

Carmen Sandiego (Carmen Sandiego) as aroace

Harry Potter (Harry Potter) as arospec

Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson & the Olympians) as demiromantic

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u ever think of a ship u like one-sidedly and wonder why tf u didn’t project onto them when suffering from a bad one sided crush

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My DC Comics Queer HCs

Jason Todd - arospec bi

Dana Harlowe - aroace

Rose Wilson - bi

Barbara Gordon - bi

Dinah Lance - bi

Stephanie Brown - bi

Cassandra Cain - nonbinary

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Added transparent background ver as well ydyb

Also, testing out longer hair Jason.

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