#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This is originally made for @marinas-trench , but anybody can use this.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

[sunnie-angel]

I just can't get the idea of soulmate!jason where you share scars out of my head. Jason is a canvas of scars. We all find them beautiful and wouldn't judge him even if we were held at gun point. But imagine you were getting those scars at the same time he was... it would be hard. Of course you are worried about your soulmate, but when you wake up with a permanent, very purposeful J branded onto your face, can you really tell me you wouldn't be embarrassed to go outside? Afraid of meeting your soulmate who seems to be either a criminal or in a very dangerous victim situation? Would you not be even a little angry that now your face is ruined? (I know there is makeup, but we are ignoring that for a second) Yes, you share these scars with your soulmate and somewhere along the line you'd find peace with them. But in the moment when you look in the mirror and find an autopsy scar... I can only imagine what you would feel. Oh, and poor Jason. He would never be able to forgive himself. He probably wouldn't even realize he has a soulmate because if you get a scar he wouldn't notice it beside all of his. This isn't a request. I just wanted to share my thoughts and hear yours. I'm asking a few different creators as well, but might miss someone because I haven't discovered them yet! Please feel free to ask for someone else's opinion as well

so full disclosure, i did already read rae's (@/heavysighing-dreamyeyes) take on this so i'm going to consciously choose to go in a slightly different direction.

how do you know that they're your soulmate's scars, other than the fact that the injuries that caused them were never yours? are they the same colour as a regular scar? do people look at a person and struggle to tell who earned what scar?

it's fun at first, in middle school to tell people fantastical stories about what your soulmate must have done to earn a scar. fought off a bear, went skydiving without a parachute, invented a new kind of handsaw. the other kids all eat it up. none of them have a soulmate leading such an interesting life after all. you don't notice the worried titters of adults, the lingering eyes that don't look at a new scar that appeared overnight and think wicked but instead go abuse.

at what age do you start carrying around proof of your own medical history so the cops don't get called on your family, your caretakers? when do you realize everyone's started looking at you - at your soulmate - as a victim? is it when your sleeves don't cover the scars anymore, when you stop wearing shorts because of the pitying looks you always get?

there's so many of them - so many of their marks on your body - that even you start to lose track of any marks that you've earned. the scar on your knee from a scrape that didn't heal right, the burn scar on the pad of your thumb from a cooking experiment gone wrong. if even you forget that they're your own, how is jason supposed to tell the difference from the hundreds he's caused? jason not believing he ever had a soulmate because he would have at least one scar by now, right? jason who is so half-mad over the life he could have lived and the lives that weren't saved, who looks at his one-sided existence as further proof that he is unloveable.

puberty is cruel to almost everyone, but to go through it not only dealing with bad acne break outs, a body you still don't know the dimensions of, and intense facial scarring on top of that? it's hard not to look at all the people around you blooming into adults while you feel perpetually doomed to be the ugly duckling. you can tell yourself as many times as you need to that it's not your soulmate's fault, that whatever is happening to them is clearly horrific, but it doesn't soothe the sting of wanting to cut up every photo from your high school prom or the curl of revulsion when you catch sight of a new mark.

jason almost spirals into a panic attack the first time he catches sight of the j carved into his cheek mirrored on yours, a stranger in a crowd. it means that he's not alone, that he's never been alone. it also means that every wound he's ever had inflected on himself has been replicated on you and that sends him into another spiral of shame.

for you and him, loving each other would be a lesson in loving yourselves. the scars that jason can trace so tenderly along your ribs is also the one he refuses to look at on himself. the scars on his face you trace so tenderly are also the ones you work hardest to hide away. both of you have to learn to love these parts of yourself through loving them on each other, because otherwise your love starts to ring hollow.

[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

[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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[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]

@heavysighing-dreamyeyes this reminds me of your slasher au

GN CHAT

[jjenthusee]

Hourglass

Pairing: AK!Jason x Reader

A/N: ooo boi, let’s try a new Jason! Arkham Knight Jason my beloved my tragic king. I hope my interpretation lives up to expectations. This is dedicated to @heavysighing-dreamyeyes because i’ve seen the writing on their AK Jason and it made me want to give it a try :) tons of flowers for them 💐 ENJOY :D comment any thoughts, i love to read them

Summary: Who is Jason? You don’t seem to know anymore.

Tags: angst, hurt/no comfort, toxic Jason, angst follows AK jason he can’t escape it, possessive Jason, warnings: mentions of blood

Word Count: 1.1k

“You lied to me!” You screamed, making your throat sting at the guttural sound leaving your body.

Every inch of your body shook, your eyes blurring at the burn of your anger…or sadness? Whatever it was, it was taking over you fully.

Your thoughts completely plagued by old memories, old decisions that you had repeatedly told yourself that were nothing but you overthinking, that it was going to be okay.

Now you were paying for it. Mentally and physically.

“I know.” Jason stood calmly. Voice so normal you felt like you were going crazy.

Tick.

Like this was all some twisted joke and he was ready to tell you it was all fake. That he had not done the one thing you pushed to the back of your mind every night, holding onto Jason’s body and shirt before you closed your eyes to sleep.

“I can’t believe I listened to you!” You started to scratch at your arm. Feeling the prick of your skin as the pain was the only thing keeping you in the present. “I trusted everything you told me—“

Tick.

“I had to do it—“ Jason’s voice steadily explained.

You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t bear looking into the same eyes you have laid out everything to.

“You don’t love me—you never have!” You felt your legs starting to wobble, your body twitching as the emotions of betrayal were all too overwhelming.

Tick.

You were running into furniture, unable to see anything past the blurs of hot tears. The edge of the dining table cutting into your waist causing you to cry out at the sting.

You imagined if someone were to look between the two of you, they would assume you were having two completely different conversations.

Tick.

Two people in two different scenes, two different scenarios.

“I do love you.” Jason stepped forward, letting a tinge of tenderness slip, something he used on the days you two spent together, when he wasn’t covered head to toe in blood.

When there wasn’t red footsteps littering your home.

But all it did now was make you hazy, no longer capable of deciding what was real or in your emotional madness.

Tick.

He felt too calm. Like he predicted your hysterical reaction and was cleaning up the pieces as you let your deranged mind say and do what you wanted.

Tick.

Your scratched arms hurt, your sides hurt, your chest hurt from the grating breaths leaving your lungs.

Tick.

Every single second felt like agony.

“I love you so much.” Jason took another step.

“No.”

Tick. Tick.

“We can get passed this—“

“Stop.”

Make it stop. Make him stop.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Please.

TickTickTickTick

You couldn’t do this.

Each step from his heavy boots echoed in your ears. Your head hung down to your chest and you couldn’t bare to move, only caving in to your body.

Your pupils shook, radiating and pulsing as you kept them down.

Jason reached toward you, the blood covering his hands smearing onto your face, under your chin.

Red hot alarms were going off in your head.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

“No, no! Do not touch me!” You started to pace back, not making it far because your legs were shaking so badly.

The blood stunk.

The metallic stench was making your stomach crawl.

“I did it for us, for you.” Jason kept stepping closer. Bringing the rotten smell closer to you.

“Nothing has ever been for us. Look at yourself!”

“Please. I just need you. Only you.”

“I don’t want this. You killed all those people. You don’t do that!” You yelled, falling to the floor, breathless as your legs finally couldn’t handle your racing heart. “You don’t do that.” You quietly repeated to yourself, all energy draining from your body.

Your high from the anger minimizing as your energy was rapidly being used up.

You continued to mumble to yourself. Incoherent thoughts and debate leaving your mouth in jumbled mumbles as your mind couldn’t process anything he was doing.

Jason fell down to his knees next to you.

“You can’t abandon me, not like Bruce did. I can live in the anger that I have for him, but I won’t survive a moment without you in my life. You can’t leave me.” Jason shakily grabbed onto your shoulders.

His grip hurting, digging into your skin even through your clothes. Your wince blending into your gasps for air in your need to flail away from him.

The madness in his eyes scared you.

Who was this?

Like a switch, he started to rub your arms, so gentle in the ways you always knew. In the same way you liked, but right now you hated every single disgusting second of it.

“Jason, I can’t do this! I can’t—“

“No, no, we can get out of this. I promise.”

“I can’t listen to another one of your stupid lies.”

“I’m not lying, I’m telling you the truth. Please believe me.” He leaned in. Gently nudging his forehead to yours.

“I gave up everything to be here with you.” You choked out. Your body and mind confused at what to consider sincere and the want to reciprocate his physical touch.

“I know, I know. But you have me. We have each other.” He gently whispered.

“But all of this.” You harshly spoke, looking at his bloodied armor. “This doesn’t involve me as much as you want to believe it does.”

You gasped, tears running down your face, removing parts of the red that stained your face.

“You didn’t wake up from the dead to come back to me. As much as I lie to myself everyday that you did.” You clawed at Jason, but his armor didn’t even scratch, no inch of skin visible beside his face.

You were out of breath. It was a miracle you were getting any words out.

“My Jason is gone—“ You cried, voice completely gone.

“I’m right here—“ Jason cooed. His eyebrows scrunching at you completely falling apart in front of him.

“My Jason is gone…he’s gone.” You weeped.

All anger and feeling in your muscles vanished, overcome with grief. Something you had pushed down, that you never fully processed until Jason had come back.

Broken, but in one piece.

It was a miracle, but he always felt off. Like something in your ears was whispering that he wasn’t real.

And it was right.

He wasn’t the real Jason.

Not the way you knew him.

But he was here.

He was holding you.

Tick.

In shaky hesitancy, you reached up.

Slowly embracing the man who had betrayed you. Who was planning something so atrocious you couldn’t fathom the scale of it.

Your legs shook from the cold floor, but you held onto Jason, equally as cold.

With numb fingers, you tightly held on.

You felt him cusp the back of your head.

The blood that wasn’t his smeared onto you. A physical seal that you were joining in on the sins of this man, this awful, awful man.

You squeezed him, closing your eyes.

Tick.

[sunnie-angel]

thank you for the tag @avampirescholar!

rules: answer and tag nine people you want to get to know better and catch up with.

favorite color: sage green

last song: you make my dreams by hall & oates

currently reading: you deserve each other by sarah hogle

currently watching: leverage

currently craving: lamb keema matar

coffee or tea: tea all the way!

hobby to try: i want to try book binding and maybe bind fics one day

current au: fey (in the style of celtic mythology not booktok)

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[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

[kenobers]

not to dogpile jason, but he also definitely uses 3-1 ‘shampoo’ to wash his hair, so it’s always just a little greasy

We all know Jason is wonderful and amazing at everything. However, he is also flawed-in the most lovable way. What are things you think Jason is bad at? Like, maybe he doesn't have a sense of rhythm? Or sucks at getting saran wrap out of the box? (that is me self projecting.) Little things that make him feel more human in our daydreaming. Oh! And I was thinking about one of your responses about him liking unique food combos. I agree and It is fun. However it made me wonder if he has issues with plain food. Without a weird combo. Because of the Joker he can't stand plain bread, pizza, ect. because that is what he fed Jason when he was kidnapped. I mean, obviously the food wasn't fresh-- It could be a texture thing too. He HAS to mix things up otherwise it makes him sick. Thank you for reading! Have a lovely rest of your day. -🦧

Okay, ow, first off!! You had me giggling and smiling, and then you broke my heart?? Nonnie?? You are insane for that. (With love)

ANYWAY, things Jason Todd is bad at include:

Brushing his hair. Like, he washes it and everything but brushing it? Nope. He doesn't bother with it because it's just going under his helmet. He doesn't mind if you run your fingers through his hair to untangle the knots, though. (Even if you don't, his hair always manages to look good even when it's messy. No one has any idea how he does it)

Keeping track of his jacket. He doesn't mean to leave it everywhere and anywhere in your apartment, but he does. It's on the edge of your bed, over the back of your couch, hanging on the door knob of the bathroom, but somehow it's never in the same place twice

Turning on lights. He's just used to doing things in the dark, so he doesn't really register that the lights are off. You'll get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom or get something to drink, and he's just standing in the kitchen making a snack with only the streetlights to guide his actions. It nearly gave you a heart attack the first time, but he's gotten better at calling out to you if he hears you, just so you know it's him and not anyone else

Now, on the food thing, again, ow. I can definitely see AK having an aversion to the things he ate in the asylum. Things like oatmeal, certain breads, and the smell of raw meat makes bile rise in his throat. Texture, too, is a big factor. Anything that's mushy or similar to oatmeal in texture isn't gonna go over well.

[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

[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…