#he called her Darling n shit too like ohhhh this man wants me DEAD huh

[kristiliqua]

i love tallulah so fucking much

[cas-backwards-tie]

I Know Him?

Jason Todd x Latina!Reader

Request: Hi I read your dick x Latina reader earlier this week and it was amazing so I was wondering if your not to busy if you can do a Jason Todd and Latina reader ? Where she is mad at him for coming home late not knowin he is red hood and cusses him out in Spanish and he tries to keep her from murdering him idk 😂? If not it’s fine 😁❤️

Warnings: CURSING... a lot of cursing. 

A/N: I’m sorry my requests are taking me so long! I’ve been really busy with the holidays and trying to register for community college.

Translations:

▲ ángel = angel

▲ “Un Idiota? Ay Dios mio..” = “An Idiot? Oh my God...”

▲ la Virgen = the virgin (virgin mary)

▲ el diablo = the devil

▲ “whatever puta que estas follando” = “whatever slut you’re fucking”

▲ “Crees que esto es chistoso,” = “you think this is funny,”

Listening to the jingling of keys and the tell-tale sound of the keys turning in the lock, unlocking the door which is slowly being opened, I clench my jaw. Watching the light from the hallway start to flood the living room slowly, I flick on the lamp set atop the couch-side table. 

Not being able to contain my smile, I watch as Jason jumps a little, dropping his keys as he holds his hands up, quickly dropping them back to his side. “What the hell Y/N! Don’t do that! Why the hell were you just sitting in the dark-”

“waiting for you” , “-waiting for me” Jason and I spoke simultaneously.

“Why were you wai-” Jason started to walk over, slowly dropping his bag from his shoulder to the floor beside the coffee table.

“-waiting for you? Who do you think I am, ángel?” I sit one of my legs atop the other, crossing my arms as I tap away at my shoulder, brows slightly furrowing. “What do you take me for?! Un Idiota? Ay Dios mío... Jason...”

“No! Of course not! Why would I think you’re stupid? Babe, what’s going on?!” Jason kneeled in front of me, one hand on my leg. His eyes starred into my own, searching and pleading for the answer he was searching for. Stupidly, he shouldn’t have to ask.

“What do you mean ‘what’s going on?!’, Jason I am not stupid! Okay? This needs to end or I swear to la Virgen, that you’ll be spending the rest of your days con el diablo! I can’t believe I ever trusted you...” My facade falters a bit as the end of my sentence starts to droop with my sadness elevating. A whole rush of emotions runs through me as it had before when I realized what was truly going on.

“Trusted me? Needs to end? What the HELL are you talking about Y/N?! US? Do WE need to end?!” Jason gestures between me and himself rapidly, his emotions escalating as well. Standing up to meet him, I get on his eye level.

“Mierda! Jason! What the hell! Do I really need to spell it out for you? You need to END this with whatever puta que estás follando!” 

“In English?” Jason frowns, putting a hand on his hip.

“Ahhh... Crees que esto es chistoso, huh?! YOU NEED TO FUCKING END IT WITH WHATEVER FUCKING SLUT YOU’RE SLEEPING WITH, YOU MORON!” I try to control the rage flowing through me as I ball my fists up, trying myself as I withhold from throwing or hitting something.

“What?” Jason asks in a hurt voice, his hands dropping to his side, no longer balled-up. His surprise takes me back, I will admit to that... but I wasn’t expecting this... he’s just faking! I know it! He has to be! “Y/N... wha- why would you think that?” Jason shakes his head slightly from side to side, “why would you think I’m cheating on you?” Jason’s voice starts to hint towards anger again.

I take a deep breath before answering. “Who else stays out till fucking three A M, Jason?! Why else would you come home late, refuse to wear clothes that show where she probably left fucking marks and why can’t you even look at me?! Why would you fucking act sketchy every night? HUH?! I’m not FUCKING stupid Jason! I’m not oblivious, either! Maricon.” I cross my arms again, turning to the window as I can’t bear to look at him.

I hear Jason take a deep breath before he speaks again, “Come with me...” 

“What?” I turn to him, confused.

“Come with me!” he takes a hold of my hand a little too forcibly for my liking as he drags me toward the door.

“Right now?”

“Yes, right fucking now Y/N! When else?!” Jason throws the door open, grabbing his keys he stuffs them into his pocket carelessly.

“You.... want me to go down there?” I point towards the man-hole Jason had uncovered, face contorted with disgust.

“...Yes, Y/N. Just go, already!”

“No!”

“Why not?” Jason rolls his eyes.

“because you’re trying to kill me!”

“Darling... if I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead by now...”

“AND THAT’S SUPPOSED TO HELP?! What the hell, Jason!” 

“Please... Y/N, just trust me.” Jason begged with his cutest puppy-dog eyes which he knew I just couldn’t resist.

“Fuck you,” I give him a pointed look as I make my way down the ladder.

As I hear Jason jump down the last few rings to the ground I turn around. “And now?” I ask him, implying his stupidity. 

“Just follow me” Jason leads the way as he turns on the flashlight with his phone.

“I mean seriously... Killer Croc lives down here, you know? We could literally be EATEN right now!” I hug myself tightly as I look around hurriedly, paranoid of my thought turning into reality.

“Babe... trust me... He won’t. He doesn’t live down here anymore, he’s in the most heavily-guarded prison in this country! Plus, I would never bring you down here if I was sure it wasn’t safe.” Jason speaks confidently, as if he’s the best boyfriend in the world... yeah, well we’ll see about that. I make a ‘hmph’ noise as I try to keep up with his fast pace.

“safe, maybe... but sure as hell not sanitary.” I mumble to myself as I catch up to him, opening a door labeled “Fallout Shelter”

“Where the hell are we even going? I swear... Jason.... if you bring me into some illegal shit... if you’re a drug dealer? We’re gonna have a big problem!” I speak loudly, hopeful he’ll hear me as he’s farther into the room already. Quickly shielding my eyes from the blinding light which I assume Jason had turned on, I eventually adjust and bring my arm down.

“Well... drug dealer, no... I actually kind of try to bust them, that’s more of my thing.” I look around the huge space, inspecting the old structure but the new computer and recently cleaned shelf. I scan the shelves until I reach a photo of... Batman and Robin? “What the? Jason! Come loo-”

“You don’t have to yell... I’m literally right here.” I turn to see Jason right behind me.

Turning to look at my surroundings one more time I notice the faint painting on one of the unused walls. GCPD Fallout Shelter... “Ohhhh.... my God!” I whisper-yell, “Jason please tell me this isn’t what I think it is....”

“I guess that’d depend on wha-”

“But I thought he didn’t work with the GCPD.... that wouldn’t make sense... but then again, it technically would because the police never really try to-”

“If you weren’t rambling then maybe I’d tell you what this i-”

“NO! We need to leave right now! What if Batman comes back?!”

Jason starts laughing...

“This isn’t funny Jason! Do you know what Batman would do to us for trespassing?!” I turn to head for the exit again before Jason grabs my arm, his laughter dying down. “Come on!”

“Babe... Batman’s not coming back.”

“How do you know that?” My eyes widen in fear... did he kill Batman?! But.... Jason isn’t capable of that...

“This isn’t the Batcave Babe... I can promise you that.”

“How do you know?” I repeat once more.

“Are there any bat-symbols in here?”

I inspect the room once more... “nnnnnnn....- YES! There!” I point towards the.... “No, no, no, no, nooooo.... tell me you did NOT find this!” I walk closer to the suit which stands in a glass casing. Red Hood... this was Red Hood’s secret lair or whatever. 

“Y/N,” Jason sighs from behind me, his steps sounding closer. “I am the Red Hood.” 

I turn to look at him with a smirk and raised brow. “You're... serious.” I turn back to the glass casing, inspecting the suit, looking over to the red helmet beside it. 

“I’m not cheating on you Y/N... I just didn’t want to bring you into all of this.”

“And you didn’t already do that by just dating me... already?”

“Ehhh... so maybe not my best idea, but still. I mean, I was going to tell you at some point, I just wanted to make sure I could trust you... you know?” Jason rubs the back of his neck out of nervousness.

“I get it... I just...” Now it’s my turn to sigh, “I wish I didn’t think you were cheating.”

“Trust me... me too, Doll.” Jason steps closer to me.

“But how do I know this is true? Like what if you’re just Red Hood’s friend or something?” I turn towards him, searching his eyes.

“If you really want, you can ask Batman.” Jason offers over his shoulder as he walks over to the ginormous computer to my left. 

“You know Batman? Like you know who he really is?!” I jump a little as I excitedly jog over to him. 

“Oh trust me... I know him better than most.” Jason says snidely, making my heart wrench a little. 

“w-wait.... is that why?” I throw my hand over my shoulder, gesturing back. “Is that why you have a picture of...” I turn to look back towards the photo on the shelf. “... you were him... you were Robin... but that means... that means... you told me you never actually died, everyone just thought you did... even Bruce.” 

“That’s... not exactly true.”

“but if you were Robin... that means... well... I mean... who was Batman then?”

“You’re closer than you’d think.”

“Noo....” Jason looks over at me with a raised brow, “No!” He tilts his head, “Really?” I let out a disbelieving breath. “But I’ve met him! I know him!”

“Yuuppp...”

“NO WAY! Where’s the Batcave? I need to call him now...” I see Jason roll his eyes at me, smiling as I reach into my back pocket to retrieve my phone.

“Hey,” Jason stops me by putting his hand on my forearm.

“Yeah?”

“We’re okay... right? Like... you and me... we’re okay?”

“I mean honestly you’re gonna have to explain ALL this shit to me, but yeah... I mean... yeah... the Red Hood saves people, how could I complain about that?” I smile at him, happy at how our argument turned out, and happy that my fears aren’t true. Jason retracts his hand from my arm as I unlock my phone to call Bruce.