#dreamyeyes

[relationshipg2uide]

He Looks at Me With Dreamy Eyes: Love or Fantasy?

He looks at me with dreamy eyes! Learn the meaning of human emotions in the depths of love and form healthy relationships through good communication.

[thebiggerbear]

Sigh this was so perfect

"He holds you snuggly against his chest, adjusting and positioning himself until you’re even closer to him. Face pressed to the top of your head, skin pressed to skin, all without interrupting your sleep— he wants you to know that you’re safe. You are safe. No matter where you are, as long as he’s with you, you are safe."

This part just made me melt. This whole work actually. Just pure perfection!!! 😍💖💖

Quiet Mornings

Jason Todd loves waking up before you in the morning. Light spilling into your shared bedroom through the cracks in the curtain, the warm, lazy feeling lingering in the air as you sleep, pressed up against him. Hair messy and limbs tangled together.

He holds you snuggly against his chest, adjusting and positioning himself until you’re even closer to him. Face pressed to the top of your head, skin pressed to skin, all without interrupting your sleep— he wants you to know that you’re safe.

You are safe. No matter where you are, as long as he’s with you, you are safe.

The way his arm holds you, the way his hand gently kneads your back, the way he adjusts himself to make sure you're comfortable, it’s all in the hopes that you’ll know that he’s watching over you, even when you sleep.

And when you curl into his touch, if that eases something broken in his chest, well, no one needs to know but him.

[xxrougefangxx]

Jason Todd x Reader fic recs

This is originally made for @marinas-trench , but anybody can use this. Will update as I find more

Added little notes in pink to specify some stuff, includes BOTH platonic and romantic works.

Anybody who does use these recs please try to reblog works- that's the Tumblr algorithm likes don't do anything- to help the authors out <3 (no pressure tho)

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Authors because I can't pick a favorite work:

DC Masterlist by @sanguineterrain - The works speak for themselves.

@jasmines-library - Includes lots of platonic batfamily x reader and the hurt/comfort is just *chefs kiss*

@morverenmaybewrites Ao3 link- Her works are just godsend. She portrays Jason in such a beautiful way and acknowledges his trauma as well.

@minnieearsposts Ao3 Link - Jason works are 10/10, but she also has many other fics that connect with each other. Definitely recommend

@xxgoblin-dumplingxx - All of the au's are just magnificent! There's no master list but you can check the works out using tags.

Batfam masterlist by @book-place - All works are platonic

@writersfailure - Honestly a gold mine, check out their dc master list and other fics as well!

@wh1sp3rr - The jackpot at the end of the rainbow. That's all I'm going to say

@dccomicsimagines - Amazing pieces of work that I can't believe I didn't find before.

Series :

love is not designed for the cynical by @thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels - The thoughts and emotions are portrayed SO BEAUTIFULLY!!! And while Jason is just spectacular, I also recommend the other series as well.

What we want by @sophiethewitch1 - It's with all the batboys

Crimson Red by @ravenna-reid - Has multiple parts all located on the master list.

Guard Dog by @mostly-imagines

Your secrets are ours, kid by@jaythes1mp - Platonic and yandere

again &. again masterlist by @acid-ixx - Platonic and yandere

Bye, Bye, Miss American Pie by @urmoonlightbebe - I can't believe I almost forgot to add this here

Batfam x neglected reader by @dickgraysonass - Platonic

Gilded Cage by @heavysighing-dreamyeyes

Headcannons/Drabbles:

Girl!DadJason by @in-som-niyah

Reaction to you letting go of their hand by @gay-dorito-dust - Its paired up with both Dick and Damian

Existentional Crisis by @millyhelp

College student!Jason by @orchidsangel

BabyDaddy! Jason fic idea by @kuromitos

Unnamed by @aldryrththerainbowheart

Saturdays by @zer0wzs

Unnamed by @misdeliria

Artist!Reader by @charliedakotariley - This is so wholesome I love it

Fics:

JasonTodd x Fem!Reader by @spidernuggets - reader gets stuck in a time loop to save Jason

sickly sweet romance of u & jay by @wh1sp3rr

Unnamed by @millyhelp

tired and touchstarved!Jason by @indulgentdaydream

A Spoonful of Honey by @stararch4ngelqueen

Golden by @orionremastered

Reader who likes Superman more than Batman by @spidernuggets

Reader who prefers Superman more than batman (different fic than above) by @gay-dorito-dust

Rescuer by @kimberly-spirits13

graceless by @udiudijaye - platonic batfam x batsis but love the fic and had to recommend

Take care by @batsycline69

Forensic Psychologist Reader by @ravenna-reid

What are you doing here? by @a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all

What a night by @batboysandgirls

call me your fool by @jasonsmirrorball

18+ Works MDNI

Til Death Do We Part Brings Us Together by @luvf4ngz - I love the au idea!

Jason distracting you from studying by @millyhelp

Slumber Party by @dollwritesarchive - Includes Dick

Thoughts on Jason being rough by @midnightorchids

jason 'don't run from this dick' todd by @killakalx

BabyDaddy!Jason by @hanasnx

Say Sorry by @dancewithdeath11

Jason fucking reader in the Batmobile by @martiniluvr

Series 18+

guns and roses masterlist by @jayswhorex

[jjenthusee]

Woven Hands

jason todd x reader

A/N: thank u to @heavysighing-dreamyeyes for their post linked here for their jason headcanons, they got me dancing and swinging my feet while I wait for my classes. 🤭 ENJOY my small drabble, tell me ur thoughts in the comments :D

also small rant but tell me why i never undated my tumblr app and i was struggling for so long and everything didn’t look like how it was supposed to? 😀 please don’t be like me and update yo shiz like responsible human beings

“Don’t make me do this.” You muttered, standing on top of the couch cushions, water gun hoisted in your pocket, filled completely with sink water.

You felt the weight of the water droop in your pants, you squinted, trying to frighten your opponent. You didn’t have a holster, so your sweatpants pocket was the next best thing.

The couch increased your height, made you stand tall, allowed your voice to be more direct. You wanted to overpower Jason, part-time Red Hood, full time smack talker.

“And what are you gonna do if I don’t listen?” Jason’s eyes lowered, voice deepening to a menacing tone. Invisible cowboy hat tilted on his head.

He stood tall, spreading his legs shoulder width apart, letting muscle memory place him in an opposing stance that’s proven effective each time someone has tried to stupidly test the Red Hood.

He lowered his hands, fingers dancing in the air as he waited to reach for his water gun in his holster.

Lucky fucker was wearing a holster because he’s the Red Hood. Not only does he get a cheat, but he has two water guns?

Completely absurd.

“You might not live long enough to find out.” You tilted your chin up, trying to attempt to be arrogant, but the smirk on Jason’s face was telling you it wasn’t as effective as you hoped.

Maybe if you could actually be taller than him, it would make you sound tough, but looking from just above his eye-level was the best you were going to get.

Jason’s shook his head, slowly, calculating your moves as he never took his eyes off of you.

You met his stare, never blinking as you watched.

You could feel your eyes wavering, shaking the longer you looked.

Jason was calm, his stare locked onto you. Countless interrogations under his belt, aiding him the experience you didn’t have.

“You know we both can’t walk away from this. We have too much history.” He spoke, letting the words settle between your showdown.

You firmly frowned.

“I stand by what I said and if you can’t live with that…I guess you leave me with no other choice.” You quickly grabbed your water gun, angling it to your partner.

By the time you could pull the trigger, water was hitting your shirt. Soaking into your skin as you looked down, watching the fabric darken.

Like in slow motion, you fell to your knees, watching Jason also get his shirt soaked, but not nearly enough as yours.

“No, no, it wasn’t supposed to end like this.” You dropped your plastic water gun, reaching up with your free hands to grab your shirt.

You plopped down onto the couch, letting your body go limp as you laid there.

“I told you, only one of us would walk away from this.” Jason walked over, kneeling next to the couch, where your body lay.

You reach up, feigning shaking hands as you reached for the muscular man with his imaginary cowboy hat.

You gestured for Jason to lean closer, following along with your antics.

You carefully lowered your voice to a whisper, a final wish.

“Delete my search history.”

You closed your eyes, arms going limp as you stuck your tongue out in a bad rendition of fake dying.

Jason laughed, reaching out to grab your hands in between his warm ones.

You never moved, zeroing in on the feeling of your fingers.

Soft caresses. A small peck before Jason littered your knuckles in kisses. Kissing down to your finger tips, then repeating down to your wrists.

“I should’ve chosen a sword fight, how could I choose water guns of all things?” You opened your eyes, shaking your head as Jason continued to worship your skin.

“You’re just pouting.” He said in between kisses, nose pressed into your palm.

“Come on, you always get to kiss my hands, when can I hold yours?” You watched carefully, thoughts slowly lost to the repeated warmth from Jason’s lips.

“Wanna sword fight to find out?” Jason smiled into your hands.

end a/n: serial hand kisser jason changed my life, thank u pooks for ur headcanons and restructuring my brain. and thank u 🫵 for reading my drabble, i just thought this was a silly idea :D

[thebiggerbear]

Writer Recs List Page 1

Rec list under Read More:

@arazialotis - Masterlist

@xylodemon

@museaway - writing tag

@valleydean

@jawritter - Masterlist

@klutzygirl

@aimmyarrowshigh

@orangeflavoryawp

thimbleful

Onelonely_tortillachip

@hmslusitania

@wayward-dreamer - Masterlist

@deanwanddamons - Masterlist

@mind-empty-just-fictional-people - Masterlist

@deanbrainrotwritings - Masterlist

@holylulusworld - Masterlist

@mishapocalyse - Masterlist

@flamencodiva - Masterlist

@pink-sparkly-witch - Masterlist

@previousloversandmuses - Masterlist

@cuddlebabies

@that-sarcastic-writer - Masterlist

@wraithlafitte - Masterlist

@fandom-chic - Masterlist

@venus-haze - Masterlist

@deangirlsstuff67 - Masterlist

@mostly-imagines - Masterlist

@whatareyousearchingfordean - Masterlist

@avanatural - Masterlist

@negans-lucille-tblr - Masterlist

@impala-dreamer - Masterlist

@syrma-sensei - Masterlist

@boxesandrings

@mtr-amg

@justadram - fanfic tag

@ben-barnes-is-my-husband

@talesfromlissom - Masterlist

@disturbedbeautywrites - Masterlist

@homicidal-slvt - Masterlist

@marvelwitchergilmore - Masterlist

@minefield-of-a-ninja & @thoughtslikeaminefield - Masterlist

@hintsofhoney - Masterlist

@tom-whore-dleston - Masterlist

@rizlowwritessortof - Masterlist

@dean-winchester-is-a-warrior - Masterlist

@nesnejwritings - Masterlist

@coffee-obsessed-writer - Masterlist

@heavysighing-dreamyeyes - Masterlist

@cevansbaby-dove - Masterlist

@embarrasingmf - Masterlist

@raz-writes-the-thing - Masterlist

@caystar13star

@fierypen37

@dollfacefantasy - Masterlist

@lamentationsofalonelypotato - Masterlist

@iriel3000

@spnbaby-67

@bullet-prooflove - Masterlist

@lila-lou - Masterlist

@thing-you-do-with-that-thing - Masterlist

@jayankles - Masterlist

@itsqueenofchains

@romancingromanoff

@queen-of-deans-booty - Masterlist

@sofreddie - Masterlist

@justagirlinafandomworld - Masterlist

@vivilove-jonsa

@periwinkle39

@figthoughts

@cheynovak - Masterlist

@hischrrypie - Masterlist

@stxrrylunatic - Masterlist

@anundyingfidelity - Masterlist

@kittykatknits

@oberynmartell - Masterlist

@elvensorceress - Masterlist

@starfilmz

@deanwinchesterswitch - Masterlist

@emeraldcas

@stusbunker - Masterlist

@supernaturalneurodivergentwolf - Masterlist (1 | 2)

@eclecticqueennerd - Masterlist

@apocalypseornaw - Masterlist

@herstarburststories

@lilacliquors - Masterlist

@one-more-offbeat-anthem - Writing list

@sinnabonka

@you-cant-spell-subtext-without

@justsmilestuffhappens

@waywardxwords - Masterlist

@thisisapaige - Masterlist

@fazedlight - Masterlist

@quietlyimplode - Masterlist

@sethsclearwater - Masterlist

@ineedmorefanfics2 - Masterlist

@chaoticdean - Writing list

@galaxycastiel

@ellen-of-oz - Writing list

@tearsofgrace

@gnbrules

@shadowtriovibes - Masterlist

@babygirlwolverine - Masterlist

@crashdevlin - Masterlist

@roonyxx - Masterlist

@sams-sass - Masterlist

@imagineteamfreewill - Masterlist

@supernaturalfreewill - Masterlist

@jay-and-dean - Masterlist

@wormstacheangel

@writtenmemxries - Masterlist

@bloodsigilsandpie

@starwarsprincess1986

@woodswit

@spotsandsocks - Masterlist

@matan4il - Masterlist

@clusterbuck - Masterlist

@woodchoc-magnum

@littlespoonevan - Writing list

@jensengirl83 - Masterlist

@scripted-downfall

@forthewomenonly - Masterlist

@wisefoxluminary

@writethelifeyouwant - Masterlist

@teddyeyeseddie - Masterlist

@orchid-heart

@talesmaniac89 - Masterlist

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dividers by @firefly-graphics

[allllium]

★ Jason Todd Fanfic Recommendations ★

Part One • Part Two

.★. .★. Fluff .★. .★.

Touch Starved

° I know

Insecure Partner

Rules

Flowers

↳ @fcthots

° Low-Rise Melancholy

° Cuddles With Jason

↳ @stararch4ngelqueen

Reporter!Reader

Werewolf!Jason

° Asexual!Jason

Baby

In the Buff

↳ @sanguineterrain

Casually Proposing to Jason Todd

Showers

↳ @spidernuggets

Cooking Lessons

Meet Cutes

Drabble

↳ @indulgentdaydream

Bath

Soft!Jason

↳ @gay-dorito-dust

Moon Struck

Banished

Wash his Hair

↳ @mostly-imagines

Nightmares

Showers

↳ @thesandsofelsweyr

Appetizing

Physical Affection

↳ @weneepie

Dreaming of You

A Knife For The Ribs

↳ @bloodswrd

Attention

Cuddles

↳ @jaysgirlx

Number 1 Super Hero

Craves Love

↳ @aldryrththerainbowheart

° Touchy Reader ~ @katsumox

We got Love ~ @makethatelevenrings

° Cold Sheets ~ @coaaster

° You're Going to be a Grand... Bat ~ @twilight-orchid

Time ~ @somewherebetweendisorder

Drabble ~ @fic-over-cannon

In Sickness and In Health ~ @i-talk-too-much

Lost Time ~ @fluentmoviequoter

Say Sorry ~ @dancewithdeath11

Jason Showing his Love for you ~ @applejuicebegood

Wants to be Loved ~ @chaotic-birds

Vampire ~ @rent-a-bat

Dating Jason Todd ~ @goldierey

Clingy Thoughts ~ @i-yap

Furry New Beggings ~ @robinsfilm

A Broken Mug ~ @jjenthusee

Red Hood Gets Sleepy Too ~ @jasontoddproblems

Don't Go Disappearing On Me Again ~ @rambling-at-midnight

A Step Towards Him ~ @heavysighing-dreamyeyes

Knives and Needles ~ @moonlit-imagines

Jason takes care of you after getting your wisdom teeth out ~ @pedrasacorn

Soft, Sleepy, Affectionate ~ @dxckgrxsonx

Dating Jason Todd ~ @luv4jason

Dog ~ @fir3flytv

Single Parent!Reader ~ @thirstydemisexual

Pics of Jason ~ @killakalx

[batchilla]

What are you favorite Jason Todd x reader fics?

So I don’t have time to curate that list, it would take so long.

But I can recommend some authors!

@jasontoddproblems

@sunnie-angel

@heavysighing-dreamyeyes

@mostly-imagines

The Longest night by JTP is so fucking good as is pinstripes.

I particularly am mentally ill about Sunnies friends with benefits series, (check out the tag batchilla reads a series).

Heavysighingdreaming eyes wrote an INCREDIBLE vampire Jason story with a darker tone.

And MI has a lot of incredible works, but I’d highly recommend their protective Jason (I think) 2 parter.

Hope you enjoy and remember to reblog!!!

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Chapter 1 - Security breach

Note: My very own addition to Arkhamverse fics. The chapters would only loosely follow each other, so consider them to be more standalone ficlets. The reader is Catwoman's sidekick/adopted family with a bit of a background of her own. Special thanks to @thinkingofausername for discussing this fic with me. Adding @heavysighing-dreamyeyes @thesandsofelsweyr and @deimks post-posting.

Warnings: mentions of abuse and torture

You stalked through the dark and eerie corridors of Arkham Asylum. Weeks you have waited for this opportunity. After weeks of preparations, intel gathering and scratched furniture you’re finally here. You waited long for the perfect night, and it came today. The Arkham staff was busy locking Joker away and preening in front of Batman. They won’t even notice a small intervention. Funny, usually people would give everything to get out of Arkham Asylum. Not you though. There was someone locked away in the endless halls of the psych ward that you need to get out.

How could Selina be so careless?? Getting caught by Batman is one thing, but to get locked away in Arkham when usually she would outsmart the cops long before that would happen. Either she’s getting sloppy, or there’s more to it than meets the eye. More than worried though, you’re offended that she’s keeping things from you.

You were thieves, sure. Lying, stealing, conniving bitches… but you always had each other's backs. Ever since she found you curled up in a wet cardboard box in one of the nameless alleyways of Gotham City. The thought of her keeping things from you had you feeling uneasy.

You slinked through the vent into the much nicer corridor than the rest of the hallowed rooms in Arkham. This was a hallway leading to the director’s office. technically, you should have taken a different route through the ventilation system, but there was something you needed to take first. You’re sure Sel would more than appreciate this.

With the cameras momentarily disabled, you needed to be quick but as you walked through the corridor you heard voices getting closer. Quick as a wink, you leaped onto the ceiling, claws holding onto the wooden pilaster. You hoped the guards were stupid enough to not look up, you don’t have much time to play with them today.

Thankfully, the men armed with rifles stalked through the corridor pretty briskly, almost as if in a hurry.

Once the coast was clear, you dropped down onto the red carpet and looked around once more. Your tiny fleshlight dancing on the glass showcases.

You smiled in triumph once you found what you were looking for. The headpiece, the glasses, the gloves. All places are carefully arranged like a museum exhibit.

“Oh, a pressure-sensitive iron mantle, whatever shall I do?” You whispered to yourself dramatically before drawing a quick circle in the glass with your claws. You quickly watched the newly made glass disc as it fell out and started stuffing Selina’s belongings in your bag. Your pointy ears were perked for any upcoming sounds of danger but the place grew eerily quiet.

A shiver went down your spine. Something’s off. You couldn’t tell what but it was like a quiet before the storm.

Just as you were to hop on the ventilation bus once more you heard a voice through the speakers, and you’re as hell not one of the directors.

“Ladies and maniacs, I apologize for this interruption in your regular entertainment…”

Ah, fuck.

What seemed at first like the best night at infiltrating Arkham soon chose to be the worst. The asylum was on fire. There was no better way to say it. Joker took over the place and soon there were madmen everywhere. To your dismay, the shitstain also took over the security gates.

You kept running through the dark halls full of ingrates of the asylum and SWAT members, you weren’t particularly thrilled with meeting either of those. You sidestepped the bodies, trying to not ponder too much about the slaughterhouse you found yourself in.

Finally, you enter the Decontamination room, holding cells should be closed now. You hear some yelling as the room fills with prisoners.

“Oh, we’re gonna have with you, kitty cat.” One of them gives you a slimy sneer.

You smirk, “Oh, so do I.”

They all run up to you expecting and easy fight. Soon the room fills with their wails as your claws slice their flesh to ribbons. A well-aimed kick to the chest of one sends you flying onto the head of another. You use his head as a lever from which you kick everyone standing close. You bounce back off of him and let on your feet with grace. You straighten up hands raised but they’re all lying down. How disappointing…

A shadow passed over you and you recognize the bat-shaped cape. Shit, hopefully, he didn’t see you there. Relfexivelly you roll over to the next sliding door. The deeper you progress into the asylum the more you encounter green glowing graffiti of smiling faces.

Ugh. This is bad.

Thankfully she’s not in Extreme Isolation. Let’s see… section B2…section B2…

Your ears pick up on the sound of quiet, ragged breathing. All night, you heard the blasting of sirens, the thudding of boots, and maddened shouting. This is a new one. You keep listening to the stranger's stumbling steps, accompanied by strange shuffling. He must be leaning up against the wall.

You lower your head and raise your hands in a fighting posture, whoever it is they better not try anything funny. You hear them stumble, followed by a loud thud, then a small pathetic whine. You roll your eyes and round the corner. Whoever it is, they are more likely to threaten rats scuttling around than you, you just quickly knock them up and head to…

The moment your eyes lay on the stranger splayed on the floor, your stomach churns. It’s a man, rather small and frail one if you had to guess by the way the asylum uniform hangs on his body. A mop of matted, black hair sits on top of his head. Whatever skin you can see is either red or purple. You tentatively step closer, almost scared of what horrible things will closer proximity give you. At the sound of your heel clicking against the iron flooring, the stranger shakily pulls his head up, one blood-soaked eye staring at you in horror. He starts writhing uncontrollably, probably trying to shuffle away from you, but his body is so brutalized that all he can do is fumble in place.

“Hey…hey…calm down.” The soothing edge to your tone surprises even you, but it's hard to be intimidating when the man is so beaten up he might as well be a corpse.

Your words do not make him settle down, if anything, they agitate him even further. His movements get more erratic a quiet sobs that almost sound like a ‘no’ fall from his mouth.

You sigh. I don’t have time for this.

Nevertheless, you crouch in front of him, carefully placing your hands under his armpits to at least sit him against the wall. He tries to fight you, but there is no strength behind it. When you hold him so close, you note how bony he truly is.

“What the hell happened to you??” You mumble more to yourself than him, because at this point, you gave up hope of any conversation with him.

You grasp his chin, angling his face to get a good look at him. You try to keep your cool as you look upon a black eye so swollen you doubt he can see something, a broken nose, split lip, and sunken, bloodied mouth.

Your stomach lurches and you have to look away for a second, but then only draws your attention to the scarred arm desperately pawing at you. You notice a bloodied fingertip and upon closer inspection, you realize that this man’s nails were ripped off.

You have to squeeze your eyes for a moment, doing your hardest not to throw up or run away. You’ve seen your fair share of violence as Gotham’s criminal, but you’ve never encountered such blatant brutality.

The man’s ragged breaths bring you back to the present. Without further thinking, you put down the small backpack you brought with you and start pulling out the first aid essentials. You brought those for Selina, in case she’s roughened up from Gotham’s inmates, but whatever state she’s in, you doubt it’s as bad as this guy.

He’s mostly calm when you start wiping off the blood. No, not calm, unresponsive. He’s whole body is slack and he’s looking miles away, as if he’s mentally in a different place. Considering the naked fear in his eyes, it’s probably not a good place.

But you can’t do anything about that. You’re not a trained therapist. Hell, you’re not a trained medic, but here you are, wasting away precious resources on someone you don’t even know. Maybe he even won’t survive this night.

Yet, you continue. You find the reason behind his fall. His ankle is badly twisted. Thankfully you have experience with this type of injury.

“Uh, hey… your ankle is broken. I have to set it back. It’s uh…gonna hurt bad.” You shrug hopelessly because there’s no point in lying to him. Still, he doesn’t respond. You carefully lift his foot and place it against your thigh. You firmly grasp his ankle in one hand and his instep in the other and as quickly as you can, you twist. The bone falls back with a pop and he chokes out a painful wail. He tries to, at least. His scratched throat won’t allow more than broken wheezing. He probably wrecked his vocal cords from screaming and groaning.

You swallow bile in your throat and instead of dwelling on these thoughts, you start hauling him up. As you walk, you decide to drop this dude off somewhere safe, as safe as anywhere on Arkham island could be, and then speed off to Selina. Just a small detour. She spent two months at Arkham, she could wait another hour.

A bunch of criminals drop from the ceiling.

Or two.

Jason wasn’t sure if the girl was real, or if she was just another hallucination born from his broken mind.

This whole day could be just a dream. When the clown didn’t show up for his usual bound of torture, he assumed that the inmates of the asylum would take their turns with him. He had presented a perfect opportunity for anyone to have fun with him, with the injuries he sported from his last torture session, but the inmates he met on his way from his wing of the asylum, just passed him without even a glance. For whatever reason, that made his eyes sting with fresh tears. He’s not worthy of even that after all. Batman left him for dead, and so did Joker. What had kept him from curling up in a ball and waiting for death?

Because he waited for death for months now, and it didn’t come. Only pain pain and more pain on the top of sick games the clown played on him. He hoped that if not freedom he might as well end it on his own ends. Jason will greet the grim reaper halfway.

Instead of a skeleton with a scythe, he met a small girl with cat ears. And now said girl is throwing his barely functioning body onto a nearby hospital bed while Gotham's worst is running towards her with raised fists. Jason had to suppress the involuntary whimper that dragged its way through his throat. Too many times they walked up to him, tied to a chair, itching for a fight. This time, it wasn’t his nose getting smashed in or his head put in a swivel.

He watched as you beat up every single man who approached you, body fluid, and shoulders relaxed. Like a dancer, or a cat. One man that got too close to him got his throat garroted by your whip and thrown away like a rag doll.

A glint in the corner of his eye caught his attention. One of the prisoners feigned unconsciousness while he pulled a knife, drawn to stab you in the back while you were preoccupied with his friends. With the strength he didn’t know he had, Jason tackled the man with a yell. That surprised the ruffian enough to drop a knife, and he threw Jason to the ground like a pesky fly. Jay grunted in pain when his back hit the floor. The man stood over him but before he could do anything, a well-aimed kick pinned him to the wall beside Jason, and then he dropped to the ground.

“Nice work! We’ll make a sidekick out of you yet.”

Your voice was sweet. The amused and carefree lilt was so out of this place. No one has spoken to him like this since the Clown caught him. No one has touched him without intent to hurt him. Yet here, you are, pulling him flush to your soft body and once again walking him somewhere.

“You…real?” He looks at you through the bruising of his eye.

You adjust him against your side as you sneer down at him, “Your knight in black leather, sweetheart.”

That was the last thing Jason heard before he lost consciousness.

Carrying an injured man is fucking hard. Carrying an injured, unconscious man is even harder. You seriously considered dropping him off multiple times, but every time, you decided against it considering how much work it took to get him so far.

No good deed goes unpunished.

The network stopped working a while ago, so you had to rely on orientation signs and a few screens that still worked. You rounded the corner at the utility room. Once you make it there it should be easy. Based on what you remember from extensive studying of Arkham infrastructure, you should appear at the east of the island. You were a few feet from the door when the speakers blasted the voice of that disgusting clown. His bullshit didn’t phase you, the same can’t be said about your companion. The moment Joker’s deranged laughter reaches his ears, he completely freezes, and then starts trembling uncontrollably. It gets so intense he slips out of your grip and slides down the wall.

“Hey! No no no, not now!”

You tried to tug him up, to get him moving. But it was like his soul left his body. His breathing grew more ragged, the trembling got even worse, and a thin sheen of cold sweat coated his entire body. The man was losing control right in front of you, and you were hopeless at what to do.

Sudden frustration rose in your chest. Sel is somewhere out there, maybe hurt, definitely scared, even if she wouldn’t admit it. And you’re losing time with a man who can’t even…

Because the guy decided to lose it right under the corridor lightning, it’s the first time you see his face properly. His head lols down in defeat and that’s when you notice the letter J branded on his cheek. Fresh blood oozing from the wound, the flesh around it red and puckered. Suddenly things clicked into place. What other sick fuck would brand their name upon their victim's flesh? Several actually, at least when it comes to Gotham. But you knew only one whose name started with J. Your frustration went away.

“Listen to me… erm… what’s your name again?” No answer.

You grasp his shaking shoulders and shake him gently.

“You need to knock out of it. We’re almost out.” You try to sound as encouraging as possible, but he’s not moving or saying anything.

Instead of shaking him, you opt for taking his face in your hands.

“Look at me. Breathe.” He’s looking at you, but he doesn’t see you, eyes glazed over, bloody mouth slack-jawed.

You’re looking at this man, this boy, and wonder if he’ll ever get over the horrors he experienced in this place. If there’s even anything you can do to bring him back at this point.

Hopeless about what to do, you resort to the last thing that comes to your mind.

You kiss him.

It’s not fun, with all the blood and missing teeth, but despite it all, you notice his lips are stupidly soft and plump for an Arkham inmate.

At first, nothing happens. The shaking and labored breathing stops. You think he lost consciousness again, but when you pull away, his eyes are clear and present and he’s staring right at you.

“Now. Lets. Go.” You growl firmly as you wipe his blood from the corner of your mouth and the boy is in too much stupor to protest. He lets you take his hand and drag him towards the door.

When the cold, salty air hits your face, you almost collapse and your feet from relief. But at least one of you has to be the stable one. You take him by the shoulders and sit him on one of the concrete blocks lying around.

“Have you any idea how much time I lost because of you?!” You nagged him even as you pulled a water bottle out of your bag and pressed it to his lips.

“If you get out of here, you owe me big time.”

The guy is probably still recovering from that kiss because he was unresponsive again. At least this time you knew he was sane.

You sigh. No point standing there bitching.

“Either hide till sunrise or go to the port and sneak onto the boat. Think you can manage that? Scratch that, you don’t have any choice. I can’t coddle you anymore. I’m not here to be someone’s savior. I mean I am but not… you.”

You turn around if you take a shortcut over the buildings roofs, you should drop down to Selina’s cell unit. Hopefully, she hasn’t met Crock or Clayface on her way out.

Of course, the moment you turn away is the moment he decides to speak.

“Your… name?”

Your name? You do have one of those. The one you use as you scale rooftops and lockpick safes and break out dumb cat burglars.

With a cock of a hip and wink you blow him one last kiss.

“Stray.”

[sunnie-angel]

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Moonlight And Intentional Mistakes

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

A/N: This is inspired and dedicated to @heavysighing-dreamyeyes amazing post linked here (show it some love) and their numerous sweet words especially on my Broken Mug writing drabble (also linked), so after crying reading their messages, i had to do something about the intense rush to write and the best way i can think of thanking you is by doing what i know, art and writing. i had no idea that i was influencing anyone, i only hoped my love for Jason was communicated correctly. i hope every single one of you that comes across my account has beautiful things happen to u. i’ll give u all a million kisses. please continue to write, i would love to continue reading what u have for us next <3 there’s also a surprise at the end :D (as always comments are appreciated if you’re comfortable <3 let me know your brain rot thoughts) ENJOY

Tags: teeth rotting fluff, soft Jason, touch starved Jason lowkey, siri play Never Grow Up by Niall Horan 😔, might have inspired the direction of the fic

Word Count: 3.4k

The moon was high.

Moonlight had casted a faint glow on the window blinds, it peaked in through the tiny gaps.

Only a small lamp was on, cascading light from the living room into your room. It gave enough light to see the outlines of your room. Bathing everything it could touch in a faint warm glow.

It was still dark enough that the details were too fuzzy to point out, but most objects were wrapped in shadows, bringing a unique calm to your room.

In the chill of night, the bed was warm. Jason was the perfect heater. The blankets were cozy and the sound of a fan whirred at the corner of the room.

It didn’t make sense covering yourself head to toe in a fuzzy blanket with a fan blasting air at you, but the sound mellowed you into the night, calling slumber closer to you.

It would have been easy to sleep if you were given the chance, but your gentle giant boyfriend was adamant to prove to you that he needed to sleep as physically close as possible to you.

It would have been fine, but today you couldn’t find a relaxing sleeping position. You had to shift your body around before finding the state of mind and the right amount of comfort to drift off, but tonight was difficult. Not only were you constantly shifting in the bed sheets, you were keeping Jason awake.

As your body moved to a new spot on the bed, Jason followed. Turning his body to follow the heat you left behind on the sheets. He wasn’t fond of the fact that a blanket fully engulfed you while he didn’t, it wasn’t fair.

When he got close enough to throw his muscular arm over you, you beat him to your next journey across the mattress.

If the queen bed the both of you were laying on looked like a college dorm twin XL with Jason laid out over it, then you shouldn’t have cornered yourself onto the edge.

Now half of your body dangled off the mattress. The bed was definitely big enough for the both of you the last time you checked, but with Jason getting closer to you every time you moved, it looked like he teleported a smidge closer when you blinked.

It also wasn’t ideal when he rolled onto the corner of the blanket that had unraveled from your legs.

You teetered on the end of the bed when he purposefully made sure to take up ninety percent of what was left of the mattress. Locking you on the edge, wrapped in a blanket.

You had been laying on your side, but Jason kept nudging you, tickling your face with his messy hair when he got close enough to attempt to burrow his large self into you. You kept scooting back, but once you didn’t feel anymore mattress, your legs were feeling where the cold air invaded the bed.

Now you settled on the dangerous edge with one leg completely off. Despite your avoidance of Jason, your free leg locked around Jason’s leg for any support to keep you safely on the bed. Your entire upper half was swaddled like a baby as the blanket blocked out any of the chill, your arms completely smushed against your sides with no way to free yourself besides Jason moving his body off of the edges of your blanket.

You had no control whatsoever.

It was you and your straining leg on Jason that was the only thing keeping you from plopping on the cold floor. Now in a vulnerable position, did Jason have the bright idea of asking the question you’ve been avoiding all day.

Where were his pudding cups?

———

“I take it back!” You pleaded with Jason as he kept the blanket tightly wound around you, preventing you from moving your arms to retaliate.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Jason playfully faced at you, laying on his side. His voice melted with innocence, but had underlying amusement.

Your blanket was your savior and your enemy as it saved you from the hard floor, but it was also securely caught by Jason’s entire weight. He had you completely trapped inside with only your head and legs poking out, the fabric slung around you.

Moving his body an inch closer to the edge, Jason pushed your body further off, further with no support beside his mere weight and strength keeping you from falling.

“I swear there were two pudding cups before you left!” You screamed, your hair falling off your face, the ends gravitating toward the ground, your impending doom.

“Sweetheart, let’s play world’s greatest detective and I’ll ask you something. If I didn’t eat ‘em and we are the only two people who live in this apartment, then who do we have left? Hm?” Jason’s voice, honey sweet, as he emphasized the contradictions in your statement.

With the blanket bunched in his hands, Jason easily lowered you slightly, juggling your weight effortlessly while laying on his side. You cursed at his perfect athleticism.

The room may have been dark, but you didn’t need the moonlight to know he had a shit eating grin trying to get you to confess.

You felt like this was probably the closest you would feel to people walking the plank in those pirate movies you watched as a kid, a sick waiting game not knowing when your fate was inevitable. It was fun at the time and maybe the cold ocean was different from your bedroom floor, but otherwise it was still cold.

“I don’t even like sweets!” You playfully laughed as he teasingly let his hands slip, clearly seeing through your lie. You squealed as you felt your head dip and your leg fall from on top of Jason’s.

“And my hand slipped.” Jason equally lied through his teeth, his threat filled with no malice whatsoever as he securely held onto you.

“I’m starting to feel like this has nothing to do with pudding cups.” You raised your head back up to look at Jason, a full smile present on your face, testing your vulnerable state.

“Oh?” Jason raised his eyebrow as he looked down at you from the edge of the bed. The angle looked great on him.

“My world’s greatest detective intuition is telling me that you’re just mad that I kept rolling away from you.” You mischievously pointed out.

“My love, you need to use those skills to find out why all our pudding is gone.”

“Do you do this to all the criminals you interrogate?” You deflected, using your eyes to point to the current position both of you were in, dangling from the bed in a blanket while Jason kept you there.

“Only the pretty ones.” Jason sung, pulling you up slightly so you weren’t as close to the floor, not quite on the bed, but in a better spot than before.

“I didn’t realize the Red Hood had such malicious threatening techniques.” You shook your head feigning disappointment as you struggled to readjust your leg to latch onto his again. It probably looked awkward, but you were desperate. It wasn’t your fault that your boyfriend was built like a tank. “I promise to not rob anymore banks anytime soon. I’ll straighten myself out. Scouts honor.” You breathed out, exhausted from the movement.

“Just admit you ate the pudding and I’ll erase everything. Your speeding tickets and the bounty on you in 15 countries.”

“It’s 18 actually, don’t defile me—“

Jason effortlessly lowered you again. The blanket slipping slightly from jostling you around.

“Okay, okay!” You cried out. “If I fall you’re limited to two kisses a day!”

“This isn’t a negotiation.”

“Three, take it or leave it.”

“Tell me where the pudding is.”

“Four kisses and you can cuddle suffocate me when we sleep.” The blanket around you felt noticeably loose.

Jason scoffed, offended by your choice of phrasing.

“If our lives are ever on the line, I gotta remember I can’t ever let you negotiate.” He tauntingly called above you. “And I don’t cuddle suffocate you.”

“So it was ‘cause I moved away from you earlier!” You cried out as you slipped further. The blanket loosening completely around you, your gasp blurring into Jason’s name. A plea to catch you.

Jason quickly bent down, rolling his body off the bed and slipping his arms around you as he followed you to the floor. He rolled his body forward enough to quickly shift your position so his body plopped on the ground first while you landed on top of him.

It was a soft landing as you laid on his chest. Quickly finding a comfortable position in his arms.

“You only get one kiss a day.” You flatly said. “Why is our bed frame weirdly tall?” You nuzzled your head into his chest.

“Our deal was two.” Jason tenderly caressed your head. Moving your hair in motions that made you want to fall asleep.

“Looks like we’re both liars.” You barely whispered, sleepiness taunting your body.

“I guess you’re still wanted in 18 countries.”

You lazily laughed into Jason, his body slightly shaking from your movement. His arms wrapping around you, engulfing the feel of your laughter and locking it between your bodies. He smiled into your shoulder. Smelling your comfort.

You lifted your head, freeing your face. You were still being held by Jason, but you had a clearer view of his loving gaze lost on you as he traced your features, entranced by your smile.

“Missed opportunity.” You drunkenly watched and felt Jason’s fingers caressing your face.

“If you let me ‘cuddle suffocate’ you, you might have another shot.” Jason’s thumb rubbed your cheek, pressing into the softness. His calloused finger pads feeling slightly itchy, but you would never pull away, too endeared by how gently he treats you.

“Worth it.” You say after snapping out of your trance that was locked on your boyfriend. He knew the right areas to get your mind lost on his touch, focused solely on him.

You pulled yourself up from laying on top of Jason, grabbing for his hands as you stood. Straining to help pull him up, but almost all the effort came from his own strength, not yours.

Playfully, Jason never let go of your hands and let his body be dragged completely onto you, dramatically coming forward to rewrap himself around you.

You giggled as you threw your arms around him. Enjoying the warmth that radiated from him, reheating the once empty space. Your own personal heater. You were glad tonight was one of the nights he stayed home with you, cuddled in bed all evening. You tried your best to soothe his mind, away from the thoughts of patrol as much as you could.

Giving his mind a small mental break, to hold you close and whatever else he needed. Both of you continue to work hard to develop and maintain the kind of trust that Jason needed to work through the hard days, silent but never alone.

With reassuring hugs while he counted your breaths, holding onto your hand just to thoughtlessly memorize them, standing in your presence just to observe you.

His difficulty with readjusting to the mundane and useless tasks of every day life was the biggest challenge. Too many conversations about why we need to treat ourselves because we want to. Jason’s mind was filled with too many needs.

He needed a reason to buy himself something, he needed to push his body to the limits because there was no other option, he needed to work alone.

So you showed him that he didn’t need you to hold his arm while you walked around the city, but he wanted you to do it.

He didn’t need you to take care of him, but you wanted to because you cared.

As you lost yourself in the shared closeness, you swayed your body. Jason unconsciously following your movements, swaying with you and letting his hands intertwine behind you, letting it gently rest against your lower back. Once you held on, Jason had silently vowed to never be the first to let go.

As you moved your bodies, clueless about Jason’s promise to himself, you didn’t let go either. So the two of you clung to one another.

It was one of the millions of things you cherished about Jason, he showed his devotion through his mannerisms. He helped put away your bags after a tired day of work, when he brought you a blanket if you fell asleep on the couch then carried you to bed. He bought your favorite snacks if he was at the store. He effortlessly followed you, content to be next to you.

Of course, he still put up limitations. He wouldn’t put your safety at risk. He sat closer and became more aware of restaurant doors, he kept you walking on his side or always in front of him, when he slept he made sure to determine the layout that suited you best, away from the window. His eagerness to make sure your wellbeing is priority.

It led to him not sleeping once you switched your position too many times tonight. He wasn’t satisfied with you being closer to the window, but he also was determined to get you to cuddle.

Numerous times you wanted to tease him, but after a Red Hood reveal that had you debating if he collaborated with his brothers to pull a twisted prank on you and an emotional talk, you couldn’t blame him for any of it. The fitted suit was just an added bonus you could outrightly ogle at.

You two were standing, holding each other in the dark. His head nuzzled on the base of your neck, his hands gripping your shirt, crinkling at the desperation. Sometimes Jason felt overstimulated when his feelings were ready to burst. His unfamiliarity with so much tender affection makes his mind unable to process all of it.

All you can do is to tell him that your there. Reminding him that you were unwilling to go anywhere.

“I’m here, Jay.” You softly reassured. “I’m right here, in your arms.”

Jason was unaware of the same silent promise you prayed to yourself, to never let him go.

When Jason’s grip loosened, your lips softly kissed the side of his head, soothing the thing that gives him a hard time. Repeating the motion, feeling his breaths even.

You never said that you were limited to how many kisses you can give him.

As you methodically swayed and with one final kiss against his hot skin, Jason shifted himself to standing taller, resting his forehead on yours. His hair laid flat against your skin.

You closed your eyes, enjoying how docile he became once you initiated physical touch. A craving he wanted and you unconditionally gave him.

When you opened your eyes, adjusting to the darkness, you grabbed one of his hands to intertwine them, your other hand gently falling onto his shoulder. He noticed the familiar stance, mimicking that of a dance. He silently rested his free hand on your waist, once again feeling the fabric of his shirt that you wore.

There was no music, but you leaned into Jason once again, swaying to the rhythm of his heartbeat, slow and in tune with his breaths. The further closeness let you settle your head underneath his chin, his hand following around the width of your waist pulling you in more.

Everything felt perfect. It was the middle of the night in the dark, you wore pajamas, no music played, both of your hair messy, but you held Jason. A sweet grasp of his shirt bunched in your hand, your feet bumping into his, the smell of your soap radiating from his skin from his shower.

If this was your last day on Earth, you would think you were blessed to be in front of the most loving, tender man. Watching his eyes softened and sparkle as he feels a breath of peace.

That was all you needed.

In an act of surprise, you moved your arm to wrap around Jason’s waist and attempted to dramatically swoop him back. It was haphazardly done, but he gladly played along despite the difference in height making it a little awkward. He dipped back then came forward, reuniting your embrace, both of you laughing at your clumsy attempt at a slow dance.

“Why does this feel like an awkward school dance?” You breathed out, breathless from the laughing, talking into his clean shirt. Most likely you were taking it to wear tomorrow night.

“We’re just swaying, we aren’t really moving how we’re supposed to.” Jason rubbed your back as you caught your breath, his voice softly surrounding you as you rested on his chest, feeling every word.

“And how would you know?” You looked up at him, a teasing tone. “It’s not like either of us know how to slow dance.”

Jason paused, looking down at your eyes, contemplating.

“Would you like to learn?” He hesitated, combing his hand through your hair.

You completely stopped swaying, Jason’s hand dropping from the top of your head to rest on your cheek. He carefully watched your reaction, your eyes widening, a stunned look in your eyes.

His grip tightened, barely noticeable if you didn’t feel his thumb press on your waist, helping to remind you to respond.

“I mean, I’ve always wanted to try it.” You looked down toward your feet, slightly feeling the embarrassment creep up at your confession, but Jason rubbed his thumb on your cheek. A silent comfort. “But, I don’t have a reason to learn. I’m way past school dance age, I rarely go to events where it might happen, and…no one has ever asked me.”

A silence settled between the both of you, Jason’s thumb pausing. He looked between your eyes, glancing back and forth.

“Can I get my phone?” He asked with no explanation, no other detail leading to your earlier confession.

You felt the mortification creeping at you. You nodded, letting go of Jason.

He stood there until you removed yourself first. His grip fleeting, walking in the dark to grab his phone, illuminating the room with its screen where he stood. You curiously watched him, not quite understanding his intentions.

“I might be a little rusty.” He voiced, a broad back facing you.

A gentle melody played from his phone. Quiet, but getting louder as he pressed the volume button on the side of his phone.

“What?” You stood there awkwardly.

Jason turned to face you, throwing his phone on the night stand as he walked back over, raising an open hand to you.

“May I have this dance?”

He stunned you again, your brain having too many delays at once.

Your hand trembled as you raised it to meet his. You couldn’t respond to his question because your throat ached, ached in a way that you wished the world ended right there, to consume the pounding heartbeat in your ears, the firm grip of Jason, and attempt to swallow up all the love swelling in your heart. It would put up one hell of a fight.

Once the both of you met, bodies close, Jason repositioned your hands as it was before. Gently guiding you through the steps as you nervously looked at your feet, your tense body adding to your struggle.

Once you felt a decent rhythm and Jason patiently assisted you, memorizing your expressions, movements and the smile you beamed when you finally felt comfortable.

He grabbed your chin. Guiding your head back up to look at him. Bringing his head closer to yours.

Your eyes closed halfway before he gripped your back, dipping you back, holding your weight as you inhaled in surprise.

“Jason!” You laughed his name as he swung you back up, extravagantly twirling you from him, clasping your hand to twirl you back into his embrace.

“Rusty, huh?” You quipped, eyeing him, trying to stabilize your steps.

“What can I say, Alfred beat the movements into me. He would feel a shift in the air if I got it wrong.” Jason smiled, picking up the swaying again, enthusiastically moving both your bodies.

You continued dancing through laughter, not watching your feet as much as you were, letting the feeling of the music guide you.

Not knowing where your body and his separated, a beautiful blur.

How could you have missed out on something so sweet?

A dance shared between two individuals who adore one another.

Jason stamped another mark onto your life.

First dances laced with intertwined hands, lips brushing against one another, tuning out everything but each other’s voices.

Maybe the world did end, but you wouldn’t have known, too immersed in the moonlight on Jason’s skin, the warmth of love and home enveloping you.

[thebiggerbear]

DCU Fic Recs List

Rec list under Read More:

Guard Dog Vol.I by @mostly-imagines - aka don’t fuck with jason’s girlfriend (Jason Todd x Reader)

Irish by @fazedlight (Supercorp)

Quiet Mornings by @heavysighing-dreamyeyes (Jason Todd x Reader)

"I'd let you if you asked" by @heavysighing-dreamyeyes (Jason Todd x Reader)

Kinktober Day 20 - size kink - Jason Todd x Fem!Reader by @dollfacefantasy

"Love is not over" by @heavysighing-dreamyeyes (Jason Todd x Reader)

Most Normal Thing in the World by @sanguineterrain - You get hit with a love spell. Naturally, the first person you seek out is Jason Todd. (Jason Todd x Reader)

*I will add more as I go

dividers by @firefly-graphics

[batchilla]

fun lil tag game

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs. Thank you to @heavysighing-dreamyeyes for inviting me to play! 1. I am 26 Roy, you have to let me get married I am basically ancient, else I am doomed to be a spinster. 2. Lets gaslight our daughter and make a super inequitable custody agreement. 3. Babe don't solve my fathers murder while on horseback holding a sword and hating yourself your so sexy ahahaha

4. have you ever tried to hide a pregnancy from batman? its HARD I only really talk to one other person as Batchilla, so feel free to play if you want to self nominate, or if you are @jasontoddproblems

[thebiggerbear]

This was beyond sweet and such a joy to read!!! Pure perfection. I love the way you write Jason and I adored his interactions with this Reader. 😊 This definitely made my day!!! Thank you so much for sharing this with us!!! 💖💖

“I’d let you if you asked.”

Jason Todd always had a habit of being in your space. It's something you didn't mind, but it is something you kept note of. He leans towards you, head angled down to catch every sound that comes through your throat, observing every twitch of your muscles with a sharp, intent gaze.

But even if he always seems to linger in your shadow, even if his eyes darkened with the desire for something more, he was careful. He never touched you before you touched him, and he always caught himself, when his fingers instinctively reached for you.

Something as simple as a hug, a brush over the back of your hand, a tousle of your hair, he denied himself over and over again. It was almost frustrating to see him denying himself something you never held back from him.

He melts into every hug you give, relishes when you thread your fingers together, nearly drops to his knees every time you kiss his cheek.

But then he'll falter, when you pull away, like he's snapping back to reality. He'll remind you that he's not good. In not so many words, he tells you he's poison. That he'll end up ruining you. Breaking you.

You think he's silly for it, because Jason Todd is nothing but good. But you indulge him, brushing the stray strands of hair falling into his face back, "I'd let you, if you asked."

He blinks at you, eagerly leaning into your touch, with dumbfounded eyes, "You would?"

You smile at him, devouring the way his eyes flutter when you do, "I would. If you want to ruin me, all you have to do is ask."

He frowns a little, his hand raising to rest on top of yours, keeping your palm pressed to his cheek, "I don't want to ruin you."

"Then ask for something else," you encourage, voice soft and fond.

"Can I kiss you?"

It makes you laugh, maybe he's not so scared of you after all. The hope doesn't leave his eyes when you do, and you're more than happy to answer him, "Yeah. You can kiss me, Jason."

He's quick to take advantage of your agreement, and it turns out, Jason's kisses are just as sweet as he is.

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Chapter 2 - Rooftop Randezvous

Note: Woohoo another chapter. Sorry it took me so long to update I did a lot of editing Because I wanted it to be perfect. This one has a bit calmer pace and you get a lot of reader lore. Do you like dramatic backstories? Of course you do!

Tags: @thinkingofausername @multifandomedsimp @heavysighing-dreamyeyes @thesandsofelsweyr

Warnings: mentions of suicide and murder

Chapter 1

The snow smudged the city into an abstract vision filled with colors of neon signs and billboards permeating through the building darkness. The last rays of pale sun peeked through shredded clouds before disappearing under the horizon. Soon, headlights will light up the sky and no doubt a bat symbol will appear somewhere among them.

A harsh wind whipped past the rooftops of many residential buildings in the area. A lonely, imposing figure stood atop one of them, unflinching in the face of the cold gale except for the ruffling of the chopped black hair.

Again and again, Jason replayed his interaction with Joker. No doubt the last he’ll ever have. Not because he finally put a bullet right in between the ingrate's eyes, but because the clown was dying. Jason didn’t know the cause, but it was apparent from the moment he grabbed the Clown by the throat and threw him on the ground. His face was practically rotting away, his body curled up and twitching like possessed.

The Clown was stupid for approaching him, now that Jason was more than capable of repaying tenfold what he did to him. However, with the information he was given, it was better to focus all his attention and power on his true goal - killing Batman. The whoreson will go down even if it’s the last thing he’ll do. And now, with the aid of Deathstroke, he’s closer than ever. Joker no doubt thought that with the information he gave him about Batman, he would let him go easily. He thought wrong. The only reason Jason fucked him up only above the point of death was because he wanted the man to die slowly, painfully, in agony. He’s not going to give the bastard the luxury of quick death.

He still replays in his head the words that fell from Clown’s toothless, torn, blood-soaked mouth before he knocked him down.

I have high hopes for your plans for Batman and Gotham, my boy…

He doesn’t know shit about his plans. He’s not some other run-of-the-mill idiot who gets thrown into Arkham by the end of the week. He’s more than a possible threat. Jason will end this once and for all. There won’t be stone overturned once he’s done with the city.

A loud meowing snapped him out of his thoughts. Jason turned his head towards the source of the sound and found an old mangy black cat standing on the railway of the fire escape. He hadn’t moved an inch as it jumped down and walked toward him. It peeked up at him with one green eye with expectation. Jason only raised a brow at that. Soon, more meowing followed. He looked around and noticed many more cats climbing up the rooftop from every dark corner.

Hairs stood up at the nape of his neck in paranoia. Where the hell did all these strays came from, and why?

Jason got his answer when he heard the clicking of the roof door.

“I know, I know. I’m late with the dinner. Something came up.”

He recognized that voice. He tried to remember where from as he watched all the cats running towards its owner. Their back was turned to him as they crouched down to distribute cat food to Gotham’s hungry strays.

Strays…

The person finally stood up and turned to him. Freezing in place.

“Oh! Uh…hello?”

Now he remembers. Even if only the bottom part of your face and your eyes were uncovered, he knew it was you back then. What are the odds of bumping into you? He wonders if you remember him. If you’d even recognize him, after the asylum and Venezuela and now, with Arkham City in motion. He changed a lot since then.

You nervously trample on the spot. Waiting for a bit before sidestepping closer to him. You’re calm but vigilant. Good. You have every right to be nervous in his presence. He’d be seriously concerned about your sanity if you weren’t. Jason is very much aware of the effect he has on other people nowadays.

You came to stand next to him, overlooking the city just as he did a moment ago. Jason takes it as an opportunity to study your profile. For the first time since escaping the asylum, he wondered what kind of a person you are. For Jason, there are only two categories. Enemies and temporary allies to reach his goal. However, you are neither, and he doesn’t know what to think of you.

“Are you going to just stare at me or you’ll say something?”

You give him a quick side glance before turning your eyes back on the cityscape. Jason doesn’t mind that he’s been caught staring but he is not as socially inept as not to realize he still hasn’t said a single thing to you.

He clears his throat, “The city’s not safe. It’s getting more dangerous by the day.” Jason made sure his voice is more gravelly to distance himself from that pathetic little boy you met in Arkham.

“What about you?”

He shrugs, “I can take care of myself.”

“What makes you think I don’t?”

You turned to him fully this time. Even took a step towards him and looked him dead in the eyes. A clear challenge in your stance and tone. He almost chuckled. Jason likes your guts. Even though your head barely reached his breastbone and he’s sure he can fully circle your waist with his hands.

He’s not sure where these thoughts came from, but now he has become even more aware of your… physicality.

“You think that because you’re bigger, stronger…” You look him up and down and Jason feels heat wherever your eyes travel, “that I won’t be able to kick your ass?”

He meets your eyes, taking in every feature of your face.

“I’m sure you can doll.”

Oh, he hopes you’d put up a good fight. He’s almost tempted to find out right then and there. But as much as he finds the prospect of sparring with you thrilling, he’s not in the mood today. His mood sours at the memory of Joker’s words. Jason feels his shoulders sagging as he leans against the roof's edge.

Still turned towards him, you put your elbow on the railing and tilt your head in curiosity.

“Rough night?”

He hums in noncommittally, not privy to talk about the details.

You pause for a moment, before aiming at the subject from a different angle.

“You know, people usually come here to clear their heads. When you’re this high it’s like you’re miles away from people…and your problems.”

Jason glances at you.

“Is that why you came here?”

You chuckle, “Yeah. That, and to feed these hungry meowing mouths.” You leaned down to pick one small tabby. As you hold the cat closer and pet it, you look somewhere past him into the dark depths of the city, being lost in thought. Jay knows that feeling well. The body is here but the mind is fighting unknown demons.

“Me and my… companion are in some shady stuff. I won’t disclose the details, but it's not outright vehicular manslaughter so calm down,” You wave him off, despite Jay’s face remaining neutral the whole time. “We always made due. I knew what I was getting myself into when I joined them. When you live in Gotham, it’s either sink or swim, so I decided to swim… right into people's wallets and safes.” You grin at him. He liked your smile. It was cheeky, mischievous, and promised a good time.

“So what has so worried now?” Jason felt like offering a talking point. He didn’t want the girl to feel like she was talking to the void.

“I’m worried that this time, we’ve bitten off more than we can chew.”

Jason was truly at a loss for what to say to you. He had a hard time dealing with his problems, let alone the problems of someone else. But he could relate to the feelings of restlessness and loss of direction. It’d be a real shame if you took the brunt of Quicy’s machinations.

“Now’s your turn.”

That took Jason aback, “Huh?”

“I spilled my guts, now’s your turn.” You gave him a disarming smile, C’mon, we’ll probably never see each other again, so what’s a little shared secret between strangers, huh?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him.

Jason frowned and thought about it. There are many things he has to say. Many things that he couldn’t share with anybody because of his plans. But if he didn’t give out names and stripped it down to its bare essentials…

“There’s a person who wronged me, and now, I’m going to take what I’m owed.” His hatred towards Batman resurged anew. Boiling in his gut like a hot wire. He’s going to get rid of him and his replacement, and he’s going to use Batman’s techniques, gear, and all of Gotham’s criminals to do it. He was so close he could almost taste it…

You nodded but haven’t said anything to that.

“That’s not the reason why you’re here talking to me right?”

Jason winced like you’ve touched a sensitive place and you didn’t even realize it. Why did Joker’s words send him reeling? He knew Bruce betrayed him, accepted the fact, and spent a year planning his revenge. So why, why does he feel so disgruntled? Jason looked into your eyes as if the answers lie in there, but the truth is he knows the answer all along, he’s just too ashamed to admit it. Because there was still a small part of him that hoped… and now it's dead. Batman killed it. It’s all for the better though, it’ll make him focus better on his goal. It will make killing him all the sweeter.

“Guess it’s like as you said. I needed to clear my head, but now, I see things more clearly.”

There was something dark in the way he said it. You weren’t sure what the guy’s deal is but you’d wager it’s more of a deep end than you. Ironically enough, that made you realize that your problems are not that bad. He spoke of revenge. Someone hurt him, bad enough for him to stalk the streets in the late hours of the night and think about it. When he looked you in the eyes there was obsession bordering on mania. It gave you shivers.

“That’s good,” you nodded, carefully picking your next words. “Just remember that… you’re more than your pain.”

He glared at you. “What the hell does that mean?”

You shrug, focusing on the purring furball in your arms.

“When people aim for revenge, after a while, it’s all they become… Don’t ask me how I know.” You visibly winced.

Now Jason is more intrigued by you than ever. He wants to know more, needs to know more but before he has a chance to ask any further, you’re handing the cat to him. Jason in all his stupor takes the cat before he realizes what he’s doing, and now he has this small unpredictable thing in his arms.

“All I’m saying is… don’t let your past dictate your future.” You look at him with sincerity that takes him aback a little. Then you give him a small salute, and you’re gone, jumping over the rooftops.

He just stands there for a while. The cat butts its head against his chest, purring even louder.

Your words ring in his head hours later, when he’s in his safehouse, researching information about you. He hates it. There he was making up his mind and now you’ve made it a mess again. Jason spent so much time building his composure, scaring everyone who tried to find a crease in his armor. Yet here you are shaking him to his very core and what’s worse you’re not even realizing you're doing it.

His fingers danced over he keyboard as he scoured bunch of articles about your appearances in the city but unlike Catwoman, you seem to avoid public eye. He analyzed thefts in recent years that might fit your profile and also scoured public record for women of your age, height and familial bonds. If his deductions are correct, and they usually are, you started stealing few years back. One thing was bothering him. Usually, just by living their life people leave their imprint on the world, be it in the form of birth certificate, school diplomas, speeding tickets, and social media posts. But it was like the woman who called herself Stray just… appeared one day out of thin air.

He frowns at the screen of his computer, eyes running over countless data, when suddenly, his fingers freeze over the keyboard. He reads the online copy of newspaper article with a strange sense of deja vu.

Young woman found dead after she jumped to her death at…

Bullshit. People rarely jump off of residential buildings by themselves, especially in Gotham. He keeps reading. Based on the information from the paper and the blurred photo of the body, the facts don’t add up. The position of the body and the testimony of the witnesses don’t make sense. You were pushed. And if his trained eye does read the details correctly, the murderer was a son of wealthy magnate.

Jason didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but he could roughly reconstruct the events thanks to years of dealing with these crimes with Batman, and its always same scenario. You were a journalist or perhaps worked for the man… maybe you were even romantically aquatinted with the son… you found out things you shouldn’t have and instead of minding your own business a stupid sense of justice or curiosity prompted you to dig further… you threatened to expose the man… his son invited you to a secluded place to talk to you and because you trusted him for whatever reason, you did just that…

His stomach twisted as he looked once more at the photo of the crime scene. Its bad. Blurred from great distance and bad angle, no doubt because the police did not allowed the press near the body, but even with its quality he could discern the limp leg hanging over the car you landed on or the sick twist of your neck. The question is… how the hell have you survived something like this??

Because there were no further traces of your presence in the media, he followed the trail of your murderers. Following months the father of the man who pushes you was elected into the senate. Press labeled him as ‘controversial’ businessman. Probably due to his connection to mafia, Jason mused with great amount of cynicism. The man didn’t stay in the office very long though.

After series of scandals and run ins with the FBI, the man had to resign from his post after his connections to the mafia were revealed to the public. How did his text messages with the local mafia boss and his illegal property deals got exposed to the public is a mystery. Just as is a mystery how his foreign accounts got leaned out.

This massive scale affair wasn’t without its victims. A journalist that investigated the mafia and was able to get his hands on information no one else did (Jason has his idea how he got it) was found dead in his apartment, he and his girlfriend were shot in the head. Another innocent victim was Anastatia Deveraux - a model and the Senators sons girlfriend. After she lost a 5 milion dollar diamond necklace at the Senators fundraiser, she was found dead in the pool of a hotel the fundraiser was at. Shockingly enough, media did cast a suspicion on the Senators son.

Whether he did kill Anastia or not will probably never be investigated, because after his father received life sentence for corruption claims he was found dead after allegedly jumping off of railing at his villa…

Jason manages too get his hands on camera footage from that day. Most of the surveillance on the building were dismantled, curious that. The remaining footage was from the neighboring building. He saw the bastard hanging off of the railing, and a figure standing above him. He magnified the camera to the max to get the better view. The image was still grainy but he could discern that the figure was distinctly female and there were two pairs of something atop her head that looked like… cat ears. He sped up the footage as the figure crouched to the struggling man. Did you slashed across the fingers desperately holding on with your claws? Or did you try to pull him up? Only you know the answer.

Jason leaned back on his chair and stared into the ceiling.

A perfect revenge.

Except for all the innocent dead.

The mortuary report noted deep, slashing wounds on the mans body akin to claw marks. It was only a matter of time before arrest warrant was issued on Catwoman and she was locked in Arkham.

So that’s how you ended up in Arkham Asylum.

Jason’ss mind buzzed with questions and possible answers. A memory of you from few hours ago standing on that rain soaked rooftop with forlorn look in your directed somewhere over the endless expanse of Gotham.

When people aim for revenge, after a while, it’s all they become…

He felt his head spin and stomach twist. No, no, no! Not when he’s that close. There can be no room for doubts or regret. He made his decision and he’s gonna follow it through godammit!!! Jason leans forward to press his elbows to his knees, fingers burying in his hair. That brought a memory of claws scraping gently against his scalp…

Which brings back the memory of your kiss. It was a crazy thing to do at that moment, but it worked. His mind, filled with maniacal laughter could only focus on the press of your soft lips against his. Your smell, the soft tickle of your hair, your breasts pressing against…

Jason shook his head, his heart pounding in his chest.

Calm down, soldier. You’re not some hormonal teenager sharing his first kiss.

To Jason’s dread, as far as he knows that might as well be his first and only kiss so far…

[sunnie-angel]

i set myself a very arbitrary goal of getting through all of @heavysighing-dreamyeyes fics written for her 900 followers event today and i think i finally did it? anyway if you haven’t checked it out yet, go do yourself a favour and read some or all of them!