#boxer!jason

[mxtantrights]

Boxer!jason is very intimate. Hand holding. Small touches on your back. Brushing your cheeks with the back of his hand.

If you ask boxer!Jason to put lotion on you he’ll do it. He’ll make a big thing out of it. Have like oils and a candle on. Tell you to relax and let his big hands take the lead.

When he finally lets you into his world, boxer!jason asks if you can kiss his gloves for good luck. He lets you pick which hype song he uses for the night.

Boxer!jason probably won’t let you go to sleep without telling you he loves you. Don’t even start him in getting into petty arguments. He won’t let you go to bed angry or alone. You could be on opposite sides of the bed but you’ll be sharing a bed with him.

All in all boxer!jason is the most intimate guy you know. And he probably only gets more intimate the longer he’s in a relationship with you. (Which is forever because by the six month mark he’s sure you’re the one he’s meant to be with.)

[nukanukaco]

i’m just practicing and jason is my inspiration 😩

[flyingdidii]

So a boxer or a shooter? Or both?

I can’t stop with this batfam x Olympics

[sanguineterrain]

Hello madame terrain, I have been thinking about boxer!jason for some time now and I'm wondering if you have any thoughts about him? if not that's totally okay too ☺️ love all your writing!!!

lol hi, madame terrain is adorable 💕 also boxer jason is big brained!!! let's do it ;)

boxer!jason todd x gn!reader. reader is an apprentice to a ringside doctor (leslie thompkins). tw creepy OMC intimidates reader, jason protects/defends r, fluff, my attempt at boxing stuff.

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Leslie said she'd be back in an hour.

You're currently at the thirty minute mark, hoping for a natural disaster, an angel, anything, because...

"Doc gives me stuff for my pain all the time," Keith says for the third time. "It's real simple."

Keith Dixon is one of the gym's regular fighters. You haven't seen enough matches to judge his fighting, but you can confidently say that his people skills are in the toilet.

He'd barged into the office ten minutes ago and had refused to leave even when you said Leslie was out.

You need to make a break for it.

"You have to wait for Dr. Thompkins," you say, lifting your chin. You won't give in and risk losing this job. No way in hell. "I can't administer medications. I'm not licensed."

Keith rolls his eyes. He's a hothead, new to Gotham. Likes to fight. Likes to fight mean.

"Look, you're new. I'm just giving you a heads-up on how things work around here," he says, backing you up further. You're nearly against the wall.

Where the hell is Leslie?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dixon, but I can't prescribe painkillers without her supervision."

"Uh-huh. Know what I think? I think you're just not cut out for the ring," Keith says, cornering you against the cabinet. "Cute thing like you shouldn't be hiding in an office. The Doc ought to know better..."

"Is there a problem?"

The new voice makes you flinch, just a little. Keith pulls back, posture easy but guarded. The second guy holds himself similarly. He's also well-built, clad in a gray tee and black sweatpants. His hands are wrapped.

"J-man," Keith says, daggers in his teeth. "Man, I thought you were benched for the week. You meet our new assistant? They're still getting used to how things run around here."

The mystery man looks at you. His eyes are a lovely teal.

"Is he botherin' you?" he asks.

"I—" You swallow. "I was just explaining to Keith that I can't administer medicine without Dr. Thompkins."

Keith huffs. "Jason, tell 'em how this works."

Jason faces Keith. They nearly match each other in height and bulk. You hope to God they don't decide to brawl here and now.

"I think you're the one who needs a reminder, Dixon," Jason says coolly. "Seems pretty straightforward to me. You need to wait for the Doc. So was there something else you needed?"

Keith's mouth presses into a line. You can tell he's got about a hundred ugly thoughts on his tongue right now.

"Nope," he grits out.

"Mm. Then step off."

Keith obeys. You slip out of the corner.

"I'll come back," he says.

"When the Doc's here," Jason adds. It doesn't sound like a suggestion. "If y'need a reminder of her schedule, I don't mind giving you one."

Keith looks at you. You hold his gaze, heart pounding.

"Of course," he says, all false charm, and pushes past Jason. "See ya in the ring, J.T."

You can't relax even after Keith leaves. Jason remains in the doorway. You close your eyes at the thought of dealing with another fighter. It's not bad with Leslie here, but this is your first time alone. It's already a disaster.

Obviously, none of the fighters respect you like they respect Leslie, even after three weeks of you working here. You don't even know all of the fighters.

"Hey." Jason doesn't move from his spot as he asks. "Y'okay?"

"Yes," you say, keeping your back straight. "I'm fine. Do you need medical attention?"

"I just came to get some more wraps. But I can get 'em at home."

His voice is softer now that Keith's gone.

"No need," you say. "That's what I'm here for."

You get a roll of tape from the drawer. It takes you three tries to pull the edge out. You drop it twice.

You feel Jason's eyes on you. You keep pulling the tape, but it won't comply.

"I got it," he says. "I can wrap myself. Toss it here."

You pause, tape half unfurled. "Dr. Thompkins told me to do all wraps myself."

"Leslie's cool. I won't tell her, anyway."

You shake your head. "Why don't you want me to wrap your hands?"

Jason glances to the side. He leans against the doorframe, purposely casual.

"'Cause Keith's a big guy. And I'm a big guy. And your hands are still shaking."

You tighten your grip on the tape.

Jason gestures to the office. "This is your space. I won't come in if you don't want me to. That's not how this works."

"It's... it's the job," you say, startled. "I don't—I've heard that Keith's rough with everybody."

"Yeah, well, he's an asshole. You shouldn't have to be rough back. Good fighters turn it off outside of the ring. I don't want to make you feel small. Alright?"

Tension bleeds out of your spine. You no longer feel like prey.

"It's easier if I wrap them for you," you say, and turn your back on him to fetch the antiseptic.

The tiles behind you creak as Jason hesitates for a moment. Then he walks in and sits in a chair, so you're higher than him.

He looks up at you. He really does have beautiful eyes. His eyelashes are dark and delicate. There's a faded bruise on his cheek.

He's boyishly handsome, with a mouth that looks like it smiles a lot.

"Do you also fight here?"

He nods. "Since I was eighteen. Been here a while."

You take one of his hands in both of yours. Jason's already thrown out the old tape. His knuckles are cut up. They're covered in scars. His fingernails are short and neat.

His hands are big, far bigger than yours. Veins feed into each other from the backs of his hands up his forearms.

You take out the antiseptic spray.

"Might be cold," you warn.

"'S okay."

You spray his skin. Jason doesn't even flinch.

"Your hands are really soft," he says.

"Oh, thank you. I use Isley's Salve. Works great."

Why did you share that?

Jason's mouth quirks. "Yeah? Might have to try that. My hands have seen better days."

"I have some in my bag." You let go of the half-done wrap and dig through your backpack. You pull out the small tube of salve and squeeze some onto his hands.

Jason is quiet and still as you rub in the lotion. He's pliant as you finish the wraps, letting you turn his hands over. You pull the wraps tight.

"All done," you say, face suddenly warm like you've been caught doing something you weren't supposed to.

He flexes his hands a few times. "Thanks. You're good. I can see why Leslie chose you as her apprentice."

You shrug. "Anybody can wrap hands."

"Dunno. I've seen some pretty shit wraps in my time."

"Oh. Well, um, I'm here most of the time, so feel free to come by and get your wraps changed."

He hums. "Sure. Don't worry 'bout Keith. I'll take care of it."

Your eyes widen. "I don't want more trouble..."

"You won't get trouble, I promise. We don't tolerate that here. 'Sides, he's overstayed his welcome."

You nod. "Okay. Thank you, Jason."

"No need for thank you's. Y'alright getting home?"

"Yes, I'm okay. Leslie's dropping me."

Jason nods, then picks himself up. He pauses like he wants to say something else, but he strides out of the room like he's in a rush instead.

"Well, um. G'night," he says over his shoulder. "Take care."

It's about fifteen more minutes until Leslie returns.

"Everything alright?" she asks in a tone that tells you she already knows the answer. "I ran into Jason on my way in. He said Keith Dixon gave you some trouble. I'm sorry I took so long. Are you alright?"

"You ran into—I thought Jason went home for the night."

Leslie looks like you've just told her the sky is red. "He wanted to make sure you were okay. So he waited till I came back. Are you okay? Did Keith hurt you?"

You shake your head. "No, I'm alright. Just shaken up. He's a bully. Wanted painkillers."

Leslie frowns. "He won't bother you again. I'll make sure you're not alone."

"It's okay. I mean, Jason was there."

She nods. "Mm. He's a good boy. I know his father."

"Yeah, he, uh, was nice. I wrapped his hands."

Leslie raises an eyebrow. Your shoulders rise.

"What?" you ask. "You said to practice my wraps."

She shrugs. "Nothing, nothing. I did tell you that. I'm glad you got some practice in."

You follow her to her car. Soon, Leslie pulls out of the lot.

"Leslie, do you mind if we stop at CVS?"

"Sure. What for?"

You feel for the little tube in your pocket.

"Need more Isley's Salve... I'm, uh, running low."

[reginalusus]

I got permission from @daedalusdavinci to do some fanart of their fic Safety, in which Two-Face ends up taking a young Jason off the streets and essentially adopts him.

There's a scene where Jason seeks out a sleeping Harvey for comfort during an anxious episode in the middle of the night, it was so adorable and ahhh, I really just wanted to do a sketch around it. <3

Image description: Fanart of DC's Harvey Dent/Two-Face and Jason Todd/Red Hood, based on a fanfiction. Harvey, who wears a dressing gown and doggy-print boxers/lounge shorts, holds a thirteen-year old Jason up in his arm. Harvey is visibly tired while Jason appears unsettled and is crying. He leans into Harvey's chest. End of image description.

[terrywho-cartoons]

A very quick Jason Todd

[fruitfloats]

I firmly believe every one of the bats uses Bruce's shirts for pajamas

he never notices them going missing because why would he? and they are all perfectly big and warm and smell nice....

Maybe far, far in the future when all the bats are having some sort of sleepover in the manor he looks around when everyones changed into their jammies and thinks about how he had a shirt just like that.

[relaxedstyles]

[mxtantrights]

Boxer!Jason who shouldn’t be thinking too hard about it but seeing you with a scrape on your knee and a bruise on your knuckles drives him feral. You just started going to roller derby again, it was something you did when you were younger but you didn’t have a lot to time for it. Until now.

Boxer!Jason who sees how well your cuts and scrapes heal and goes immediately to you for stitching or loving after he wins a pretty rough fight. He likes how attentive you are to each one of his bruises or cuts.

Boxer!Jason who most definitely has a hard on when he gets to see you in action. Just knocking people around and seeing you throw your body into the sport.

Boxer!Jason who acts like your bodyguard when someone lands an illegal hit on you. He stands from his seat in the stands and is trying to check you over from over six feet away.

[kittykatninja321]

my controversial (?) opinion is that I am not opposed to objectifying men I just wish the Nightwing butt thing wasn’t so corny

[oifaaa]

where did you find that phone background in your most recent post 👀👀👀👀👀

I was looking up some nick Robles art on Google and came across it its not actually a phone background I just cropped it to fit here's the actual full picture

[sophiethewitch1]

Now I'm just imagining that scene of Rick and Morty where they go to a similar universe where their alternate self just died so they can fill their place. Except reader obviously doesn't know the family secrets she would know. Just thinking about getting to the Manor and turning the corner to see Jason standing there in Wonder Woman boxers, patched up from a recent fight, and eating out of the cereal box with the world's worst RBF. And he's got a grudge against reader but obviously she doesn't know and it's just

"👀👀👀👀👀 there's a ghost in the kitchen "

"Acting like you don't know Todd is low blow"

"There's. A. Ghost. In. The. Kitchen "

" quitting calling me a ghost"

"It's ok, I think I'm a ghost too"

Canonical if you ask me.

[doubletalkingmaeve]

Can’t even think about Kirk because I’m too busy wondering what the fuck Jason is doing

[jacereaall]

Souvenirs for when it's over

Characters from @jflashandclash 's series: The Traitors of Olympus

[ravenna222]

I can't find the artist but god bless them 🙏 (this makes me want to write a nash fic)

Anyhow, here's the link to the pin: https://pin.it/vFkUiQ6

[jasmineoolongtea]

ngl i'm kinda debating if i should start writing for dc and aot 🤔🤔🤔 if i do, this will be me actually being a multifandom blog like i say i am