#hell of a summer jason

[blueberrypancakesworld]

The grabbing surprise

Jason x fem!reader

warning: mutual feelings, mention of sex fantasies, groping (consensual, sort of) fluff, kiss

Summary : It should have been a normal watch, a few teenagers going canoeing, making bread on a stick over the campfire and telling scary stories. But when someone as cute as Jason met his co-leader and watchman, everything suddenly seemed to get a lot more...charged.

info : I popped my head out of my hole for a sec to say hi, have fun with that thing for Fred, bye, I'm going back to learning :)

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It was a hot summer when the teenagers were brought by their parents to this wonderful camp, a camp for outdoor activities.

A camp where it should actually be possible to do without electronics and not be full of cell phones. A small brochure in which a pretty new rustic-modern camp was advertised... a mistake.

The said camp had its peak in the sixties, now it was rather just a handful of huts with the bare necessities, bunk beds, naked light bulbs, an old couch and a valve television whose static flickering had to be the greatest joy instead of a nice movie.

But despite this 'disappointment', it was mainly Jason and his co-leader who wanted to try to make the best of it. Of course, the teenagers were not thrilled about the cell phone being taken away or being away from the small town where there was already little to do.

But it quickly became clear that behind the sullen faces and hormonal tension, there was a kind of cooperation, a cooperation in the form of stealing food, plundering the beer supply or smuggling cigarettes... small crimes that Jason didn't even really notice, his eyes were only on his colleague.

His opposite, she was the praying mantis and he the little man, a comparison that was immediately apparent in his mind from the moment she got out of her car. She was the complete opposite.

What he had in 'class', she had in money and self-confidence. She immediately connected with the kids, who were fascinated by her car, her makeup, her clothes, and especially the little rule-breaking she did.

,,You have to show them that everything is okay within reason,” she had explained to Jason when she put a small crate of beer outside the hut with a small note saying, ‘Don't overdo it ;)’ and her job was done.

It could be as easy as he had to determine, so easy to deal with the guests, so easy to fall in love with his colleague and so easy to get her no longer out of his head.

He was almost embarrassed by how much he couldn't get her out of his thoughts, how often he looked at her and walked next to her, the knowing glances of the teenagers only made it worse.

But well, he had never felt such an attraction before, it was just so nice, this feeling of love and nervousness, especially now that the kids were mostly keeping themselves busy, there was hardly anything for them to do.

They either prepared dinner together, made the beds or repaired a few things, but that only took a few days and not a week.

Which is why they both usually did their own thing for the rest of the day, although their own thing meant that Jason increasingly disappeared into the forest and came back completely covered in leaves and dirt, always with a smile on his lips when he looked around.

She herself took a book and read a bit, sunbathed or even tried to party with the teenagers and talk to them, which resulted in relatively profound conversations.

It was a positive experience... but even in the circle of teenagers, they noticed how she paid attention to Jason.

The comparison was more like a lion looking at its prey, the way she looked at Jason, but she dismissed it with a simple, ,,Well, he's a clumsy but cute little bear,” and she smiled and hear the talking of the teens.

The cheering and giggling of the kids had perhaps made her smile a little too, but it was true that he was just a cute little bear, a cuddly, scatterbrained furry man who would do anything for her.

He could hardly give her hand, he was so drunk, and his clothes from a different time only made him cuter. He was like a mama's boy, but less creepy, more like Winnie the Pooh than a creepy brown bear.

She had also lost her heart to him... but her intentions were clear, while he seemed unable to see them.

Because here experience met inexperience, composure met neediness and play met naivety. Two had found each other, but they couldn't have been more different, just one more reason for them to do something 'more' together.

Everything she had tried so far had been almost pornographic: taking a towel that was a little too short out of the shower and walking past him, bending down extra when looking for firewood, making a few too many distinct noises when bathing in the lake or licking ice cream, she always seemed to find his eyes – it would have been enough for a contract, but apparently it wasn't enough for Jason.

But none of her 'attempts or hints' seemed to work, but she would not give up. Just like that day when she stayed with the kids so Jason could go back into the forest.

She didn't know exactly what he was doing there, but as long as he was having fun, he should be allowed to play a little explorer.

A researcher whose hurried steps made her look up from her place, “You're back. How was it, my forest scout?” she asked, putting down the book and rising from the large log that was by the extinguished fire to meet him.

The smile on his lips seemed to grow even bigger when she pulled the leaves and sticks out of his hair and beard. Something she had done the last few times, a gesture that probably embarrassed him a little and flattered him at the same time.

,,Thank you,” he managed to say, his embarrassed gaze dropping slightly before he remembered what was between his fingers after a brief moment.

She saw a pink grasshopper sitting in his hands. She wasn't the biggest fan of insects, but her curiosity was piqued. “It's pink, how pretty,” she said, fascinated by the unusual color, which was unusual for these creatures.

He must have spent hours and days looking for it. “Yes! A rare mutation. I got it for you because... well, I-I know you like the color,” he admitted, and his interest and attention mixed with his insecurity the more he looked at his pretty praying mantis.

She wanted to take him into the army, tell him thank you, maybe give him a little kiss, but in doing so, the little pink insect would have been squashed... an insect that, however, had other plans and, with a single jump, landed from his hands in her decollete and disappeared under the fabric of her top.

Her surprised sound was drowned out by his scream as her hands were simply pushed away by his, as a panicked Jason suddenly almost hugged her, ,,Wait! Wait, I'll get it,” she said, and her bright eyes tried to make out the animal under the fabric.

So hastily he tried to get the insect back that he hardly noticed her calmness as his hands moved freely and shamelessly over her body, she wondered who was the insect here. Which of them was touching her more... but something she almost welcomed.

Rough, large hands that squeezed her breasts, probably more out of support and an attempt to get the animal out, fingers that shamelessly slid under her shirt.

Exposing her stomach and hips, and she tried to hold still, fingers gliding over skin, scratching a little as if he were pursuing something, something other than the insect.

A sight he had dreamt of, making him hard like a teenager discovering a porn magazine for the first time, a sight he had imagined too often in the shower, trying to prevent the almost embarrassing sounds that came over his lips.

His hand was nothing like hers; it would be softer, a little smaller, but probably tighter. Her lust-filled voice whispered the dirtiest words to him while he lost himself in her; he was sure that she would take him so well.

In the shower, his back against the cool wall while she knelt in front of him; in the cabin, she would ride him like a cowgirl. Thoughts that came to him not only when he was awake.

He hoped that the running water and the sounds of nature would drown out his lust, but how could he not get hard with her, such a pretty woman with him here. She always seemed so close to him and yet all the more distant.

But all these fantasies and dreams seemed unimportant as he continued to try to catch the animal, which was happily chirping and had now found its way up her torso to her hip and thigh.

Areas of her body that he particularly hoped to be able to touch in secret, now only a little under different circumstances. The grasshopper jumped away when Jason, saying ,,Finally!” and placed his hand firmly on her exposed thigh.

A hand that she felt knead her skin for a moment, the touch wanting to memorize the feel. Asking her if they should sleep together or if she could just move in on her own or if she took over everything.

Was she really a praying mantis and he just a little male?

,,Did you get what you wanted?” she asked the obvious question and her fingers laid on his, pressing them a little tighter to her body. They really were as big and rough as she had imagined, her fantasies and daydreams seemed so real now.

The bear just had to realize what he was missing in his cave when she was right here in front of him.

A question that made him blush, ,,Y-yes-no... no, I mean yes,” he stammered, not knowing what to say to get out of this situation.

She really was a praying mant that only had to snap once to turn his head. ,,I think we should go together next time, so you can protect me from touching insects.” She winked and took his hand before she headed towards the forest that was around the camp, but she did give him a kiss as a reward.

The brave naturalist had saved her, so a kiss was the least she could do.A gesture that only made him blush more and a smirk graced his lips as he followed her, as he always did.

A decision was a decision, and well, you know, praying mantises could wait a long time for another opportunity to strike and get their sweet prey.

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[fredhechingerdaily]

FRED HECHINGER as JASON Hell of a Summer (2025), dir. Finn Wolfhard & Billy Bryk

[regonold]

Over the summer holidays lancer had a fling whist vacationing in gotham (they have a whole collection of banned books in their libraries he just had to read)

Whilst there he met a man and it was love at first argument he'd over heard lancer talking to himself about a book and apparently disagreed on the meaning of it

And well he was just so passionate about the books he couldn't resist and started a relationship it was meant to be a summer fling but it blossomed into a long distance relationship

He didn't expect to be calling him saying he'd have to break up because he was on the run because the government was trying to vivisect his students

Nor did he expect redhood to find them a month later promising sanctuary in crime ally and how he missed him reaveling himself as jason

[goryhorroor]

day 7 of horror: you've heard best final girls; here's the worst

[bunkernine]

where am i. what world do we live in where this happens. caleo fans where did u go. put up ur tables and hoist ur flags. CALEOS GRAB UR RAFTS!!!! we have a ship to save. fear looking in the dead eyes of those yaoi freaks

[sijssjsbssjsnsnnskbskwns]

Chris X Jason Hochberg X Reader (Hell Of A Summer)

Chris and Jason hochberg (hell of a summer)

Summary…

Y/n L/n

CHRIS X JASON HOCHBERG X READER

Horror/Comedy…

Ship Name Ideas: Jaris, Hochris, and Jachris

…..Songs I think match the vibe of hell of a summer…(2025)…

[rabid-dog-steve-horn]

Pick one from each row.

I choose The Craft, Urban Legend, Puppet Master 2, & It.

[bugscribbles]

A stupid little Jason + Sam doodle from the 1st of April.

[ID: Jason has his hand on their face, thinking. There is text next to him that reads 'There is no way we're doing that.' Sam is holding a knife to her chest. There is text next to her that reads 'What? Why not?' /End ID]

[dat-asslyn]

It's okay OP you can say Alice Quinn

the way people treat girl characters in fandom joker-ifies me

[theocddiaries]

Clark: Gosh, I had the opportunity of a lifetime and I wasted it. I'm such an idiot… Bruce: Oh, honey. You're not. Hey, what do you need? Anything, you name it. Dick: You could turn on the air conditioner. Bruce: I wasn't asking you. And I haven't gotten it fixed yet. Dick: You kidding? What does this family have against comfort? Bruce: The day has 24 hours, and I have 5 kids, the assholes in disguise who go out every fucking night to wreck this goddamned city, and now Clark's life crisis to add, okay? Do the math. Jason: He can't. He failed math. Bruce: You what? You failed math? Dick: You are dead. Jason: And you are dumb. He has to make it up in summer. Bruce: Summer? We're supposed to go to the lake next month! You just messed up the whole summer, Dick! Tim: I got all A's! Bruce: [soft]. Oh, baby, that's great. But I'm yelling at Dick right now. [Yells]. What the fuck is wrong with you?! How could you fail math? Dick: Because of the absences. Bruce: Absences? What absences!? I drop you off every morning! Dick: Yeah, you drop me off at the door. It’s another thing that I actually cross through the door. Bruce: Oh, you want to be a smartass? That's it. You're grounded without Nightwing, without Barbara, without acrobatics, and without anything you like. Want to make me miserable? Let's be miserable together! Dick: That's not fair! Bruce: Like hell is not! You're gonna have your nose in a book this whole summer, if I have to glue it to your goddamn face! You understand me? Am I speaking plain English, or did you flunk that with absences, too? Dick: No, I went to enough classes and I got a D-plus in English! Bruce: Oh, a D-plus! Well, let's have a fucking parade! Clark: Bruce… Bruce: I'm gonna hire a whole band for you, darling! [Imitates drums]. ♪ Three cheers for my D-minus son! ♪ Dick: D-plus! Damian: I'm sure your crisis seems insignificant now, right? Clark: Yes, that's why I moved here in the first place. Jason: So did I.

[rin-may-1103]

Just a Bite.

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Danny stared out at the busy street from behind his dumpster.

or well, not his dumpster, but it might as well be his considering how many nights he's spent sitting behind it like some rabid raccoon.

Two months ago, he would have been sleeping in his own bed. His glow-in-the-dark stars vaguely lighting up his room in soft luminescent colors. The sound of Jazz snoring in her sleep just a room over, his parents still milling around in the basement.

he would have just finished fighting the box ghost and collapsed onto his bed, the sound of his home lulling him to sleep.

Oh, how things can change in a blink of an eye.

No, instead of sleeping on his bed with his cartoon ghost sheets and NASA poster covered room, he's out here in some random dirty city, sleeping behind dumpsters.

dirty, grimy, rusty dumpsters.

"did you hear?" some lady dressed in a light blue summer dress asked, turning to look at her friend as they started to walk past. "Mr. Wayne donated another lump sum to that charity." she huffed, shaking her head like she had just said the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard.

her friend stopped in the middle of the alley opening, her graying hair splaying in an ark as she twisted to face the other women. "my word! again? what the hell is that man thinking?"

the woman huffed, then smirked in amusement. "it's like he's shouting for the world to hear how desperate he is for attention. he thinks if he donates enough money to those scoudrails they'll love him or something. With how he's acting lately, it's like he wants all the street rats to barge into his home asking for money, food, and clothes."

her friend clicked her tongue in disgust, "I'd believe it. he has so many kids now, it's like he's running an orphanage. someone, anyone really, with black hair and some tragic story could walk right in and not even be noticed. they'd blend right in with the others."

"I heard it's genetic, his father was the same way before he met Martha. Bruce's blood son, Damian I believe, acts just like his father. the boy's been spotted taking stray cats and dogs inside. It wouldn't surprise me if the paper posted about him convincing his father for another sibling at some point."

the women then turned and started to walk away, their conversation slowly bleeding into the surrounding city ruckus.

Danny leaned back, resting his head against the crumbling brick behind him.

walk right in and not be noticed? wouldn't that be grand. He had heard of Mr. wayne and his gaggle of black-haired children. What were their names again? he could have sworn Sam told him before, in one of her rants about rich society.

Richard Grayson was the first, Danny remembered because Tucker had been making none stop dick jokes for a few hours. Danny didn't understand why the man would willingly go by Dick, but then again, who was he to question someone's name when he fights ghosts like Skulker and Technis on a daily basis?

Next was... Jason? Sam had mentioned there was a whole conspiracy theory of how his death was a cover-up. how all the unsolved crime community swore it was Bruce who killed the kid, that or the kid had some terminal illness that Bruce didn't want the media to know about.

thennnnnn-

Danny glanced around, trying to dig through his memories of Sam's rant. Dick: the orphaned circus act taken in the night his parents died. he's romanie? maybe, Danny wasn't too sure on that one. Jason: taken off the streets, one of his parents was out of the picture and the other one died of a drug overdose.

and then there was..... Tim! Right, Tim, the one who was Mr. Wayne's neighbor before his mother died and his dad went into a coma, then died later on. right, right. he was the known tech genius, the one who took over the company while Mr. Wayne stepped back for a while.

there were others? like, four others? Damian, the lady said he was the blood son sooo, that would imply he was the only bio kid.

who else was there? hmmmm.

well, either way, Danny's tired brain agreed with the women. someone, anyone, who looked vaguely like the other kids could walk right into the house and no one would notice.

it was a bad idea. a terrible one really. but. Danny was hungry.

he's been sleeping behind dumpsters for a few weeks now, he hadn't had anything good to eat in forever, and he was tired. (not as exhausted as he was back home, but still tired. who would have guessed he'd sleep more while homeless?)

he wasn't going to steal from people, his core wouldn't allow him to. and well, he's pretty sure Dan would have stolen already, so there was no way Danny was going to. not unless his life was at risk, and well? it wasn't right now, so no stealing.

but this? walking right into a house and blatantly taking food? right in front of them?

it wouldn't be stealing if he just flat-out didn't try to hide it. they'd be able to stop him and send him away. heck, he doubted he'd even make it past the front gate before they turned him away.

...

was he really going to do this?

...

yes, yes he was.

standing up, Danny started making his way out of the alleyway and over to the tall building with Wayne's name on it. It was a good place to start, maybe he could even find one of the kids and walk with them. or, even better, he could find Mr. Wayne and walk with him. he liked that better than following some kid around.

suddenly, a car honked right next to him, the window rolling down to reveal a tired and disheveled man behind the wheel. glancing up, Danny made eye contact with the taxi driver.

the man yawned and gestured for him to get in, already speaking before Danny could decline. "Mr. Wayne! Your father," yawn, "Father already paid for me to take you home. just hop in."

Danny blinked then glanced around, looking to see if the Wayne the man was talking about was around. nope. turning back, Danny spotted a green sticky note on the back seat.

well, alright then. guess he was getting into the taxi and doing this after all. Clockwork obviously approved if he messed with the timing of things.

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[fredhechingerdaily]

Finn Wolfhard and Billy Bryk invite you to Camp Pineway. Get ready for a HELL OF A SUMMER.

Starring Fred Hechinger, Abby Quinn, D’Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai, and many more. In theaters April 18.

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"Honey, cross your legs."

"Honey, sit up straighter."

"Honey, we're at a gala, not a summer blowout in the Maldives."

These were just a few of the many phrases your mother chirped at you since you arrived at this stupid gala. You didn't even want to go, but your mother preached something about how, "we needed to be a united front since your father was going for reelection as a New York senator" or something like that.

It was stupid. Nobody gives a shit about familial ties; they care about your values, goals, and accolades. But there's no arguing with your mother; she's as stubborn as they come.

So, you'd sit pretty, legs crossed, with a pristine posture, biting your tongue when she says you could be sitting straighter or you could smile more. Granted, it was only a couple of hours, and if it kept your mother from turning the world around you into hell personified, you'd gladly plaster a rictus smile to appease her.

"Oh, there's Bruce!" Your mother quietly says between you and your father. "Let's go say hello," she says, gripping your hand and pulling you out of your chair, gesturing for your father to follow along.

Somewhere along the way, your parents move in front of you, sequestering you behind them. So once you all reach Bruce, he only takes notice of them, issuing a polite welcome and thanks for their attendance. Your mother swivels her head to see you tucked away behind her, bringing her hand out, gesturing for you to come in front.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne," you politely say, sticking your hand out, before introducing yourself. He grasps your hand with only a slight hesitation.

"Pardon my shock. I just haven't seen you since you were two," he confesses. You smile, pulling your hand back before your mother steps next to you and places her hand on your shoulder.

"She's grown quite a lot since then, Bruce. Still a little air-heady, but I'm hopeful the more she ages, the more my personality will rub off on her," she laughs, carefully wiping a piece of loose hair away from your face. You should feel offended, but the way her joke landed so poorly, making Bruce lightly cough the awkwardness away, made you feel pity.

"You know Selina," he says, filling in the silence, gently placing his hand on her waist as she delicately sticks her hand out for your father to shake.

Who wouldn't know Selina Kyle? She was drop-dead gorgeous but as sharp as they came. She was dressed to the nines in a designer black floor-length dress. It must have been Celine or Givenchy, so it was definitely over five thousand dollars, which is just pocket change to a guy like Bruce Wayne.

"Pleasure," she coos, pulling her hand away. Her gaze shifts to your mother, slightly narrowing her eyes. It seems your mother is oblivious to Selina's adversary towards her because she eagerly sticks her hand out, ready for Selina to shake.

"Selina. So good to see you." But, instead of shaking your mother's hand, she crossed her arms over her chest

"Mhm. I wish I could say the same," Selina sharply replied before Bruce put his hand on her shoulder in warning. You gave Selina a small smile, smothering it with your hand. She covered her own with her champagne glass as she took a sip.

"She's joking," Bruce amends, signaling for a waiter going around with glasses of alcohol. "Champagne?" He asks, reaching for two glasses from the waiter before handing them to your parents.

Before any more conversation can occur, a man calls for Bruce. "Bruce," The man says, "When do you want to start?" The man questions. Bruce picks up his arm, turning his wrist to check his watch.

"He said he'd be here by now," Bruce sighed, rubbing his temples with his fingers. His eyes were scanning around in search of something—rather someone. He does, however, spot Alfred, who he calls over and asks if he'd seen a guy named Jason.

"It was humorous of you to assume Master Todd would abide by your schedule, Master Wayne," Alfred remarks, his face stone-cold. Bruce checks the time on his watch again, then scans the crowd again.

"Just start the silent auction. I suppose Jason will come when he comes," Bruce suspires, clearly agitated. "See you at the auction," he chimes to you and your parents as he sticks his arm out for Selina to take.

"See you," your mother cheerfully says, though you know the cheeriness is just a facade because once Bruce and Selina walk away, your mother instantly drops the smile.

"Can you believe that woman? She was a criminal for God's-sake. She should be thankful that people like us even mingle with her." Your mother scoffs at your father. He hums along, paying relatively no mind to what she is saying.

While she goes on a tangent about how Selina is just using Bruce to get to his billions, you notice a dark figure heading toward the fire escape that you assume leads to the roof. You don't know why, but your brain is fluttering with the idea that you must follow it. So, you do just that.

"I have to use the bathroom," you interrupt, gently touching your mother's hand. You turn your head away from her, not bothering to turn back when she calls your name.

You walk around a corner to see the fire escape latch slightly ajar. Reaching out, you grasp the lever and push it out, quickly feeling the chilly Gotham air touch your cheeks.

Once your foot touches the stone with a 'clack' from your heels, you see the dark figure lying down, smoke clouding around him. He glances at you, taking a drag of his cigarette and huffing out a string of smoke.

"Didn't think pretty girls would come up here." This mystery guy's voice is deep, and judging by his figure, you can tell he's lanky.

"You know the latch and all."

"Are you calling me incompetent?" You cock a brow, hand on your hip with your purse in hand.

"No, I'm callin' you pretty," he says casually, taking another drag of his cigarette, not sparing you another glance. You hate to admit it, but this guy is pretty smooth, but you wouldn't tell him that.

"Who are you?" You ask, taking a few steps toward him and only turning your head to look at the night sky, which is aglow with billions of little stars. You see all the high-rise buildings, light illuminating the dark streets. It's a shame Gotham is so corrupt and unlawful.

"I should be askin' you that, seeing as you’re on my roof," he tentatively says. You can just feel the smugness in his tone, making you roll your eyes.

"You're a Wayne?" You question, arms crossed, slowly stepping closer to him.

"Somethin' like that I guess," he shrugs, which makes you let out a light laugh.

"You guess? You don't know your own family lineage?" You joke, moving to sit not completely next to him but close enough that you could feel the smoke in your nose. You could also see the outline of his face—strong jaw, pretty eyes, fluttery lashes, and nice lips.

"Why are you so curious?" He glances at you with a sly smirk on his lips. You look at him, then at the cigarette in between his fingers.

"You know smoking kills," you inform, pointing towards the cigarette. He lays his head back on the roof, his lips curving into a smirk before retaking another drag.

"You know what else kills? Poking your head around where you don't belong," he puffs out the smoke as he speaks. You turn your head away from him, trying to conceal your smile. This guy is something else, you think.

"Jason," he adds.

Your eyes widen, and your lips quirk. "Ah, you're Jason." You drag out the 'you're,' getting Jason to turn his head towards you. An inquisitive look is plastered on his face.

"So you've heard of me?" He cockily says.

"I know enough about you to know you're flakey," you raise a brow. He lets out a soft laugh.

"Mr. Wayne was looking for you, and so was everyone else," you clarify.

"Oh, please don't tell on me," he fake pleads, clearly being sarcastic. "Especially to Mr. Wayne."

You roll your eyes, though your lips threaten to smile. "I'm sensing some sarcasm."

"Well, aren't you just a modern-day Poirot.”

You widen your eyes, raising your hands. "Wait, wait. You read classic literature?" You gawk, hand coming to your chest.

"I dabble," he shrugs nonchalantly. You eye him, lip quirking.

"Well, aren't you just full of surprises?" You say, holding your two fingers out, gesturing to his cigarette. "Let me take a puff," you insist.

"Ah, ah," he tuts. "What happened to 'smoking kills?'" He raises a brow, taking a puff of the cigarette himself.

"Sue me, but I'm curious," you shrug. He eyes you, wondering if you're joking. He gives you his cigarette anyway. You take a long drag, feeling the smoke cloud your lungs.

"Easy, easy," Jason warns. "Don't take too much, or you'll—" Before he can finish, you start violently coughing, feeling your eyes well up with tears. "Cough," he finishes, taking the cigarette from your hand as you go to cover your mouth.

"You like this shit?" You say through harsh coughs.

"You get used to it," he answers, not paying attention to the question. He's more concerned about you. "You okay?" His tone isn't condescending—it carries empathy.

"Ya, ya. Took too much," you shyly smile, hiccuping a little, turning your head to look directly at him. He laughs lowly. His laugh is deep and gravelly but still sounds kind. You gulp. God, were you getting turned on by a laugh?

You were facing him head-on, and even in the shitty lighting, you could see the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down and the way his jaw clenched. Your eyes slowly drift down his face, falling on his lips. He had stuck his tongue on his lips to wet them, giving them a glistening sheen.

"Are you thinkin' about me?" His voice is dry. You sharply move your eyes to bore into his, sticking your tongue out to wet the seam of your own lips.

"And what if I am?" You challenge. Suddenly, you can feel your own heartbeat, and your hands are clammy. You can see the gears in his brain working, trying to figure you out.

"Well, are you?" He asks roughly, putting his cigarette out on the roof. You search his eyes, gently biting your lip. His eyes follow you the whole time.

"Guess," you quipped. You hadn't realized you had scooted closer to him, close enough to where he could if he wanted to touch you. This little banter you guys had was getting you wetter by the minute. It was odd. You'd never even met this guy, but you would let him kiss you, maybe even more.

His gaze drifts from your eyes to your lips. "If I were to put my hand under your dress, what would I find?" He gruffly says. Your eyes drift back to his lips, and you bite your own as your chest rises and falls rapidly.

"What would I find?" He urges a little more assertively this time. You rapidly avert your eyes back to him, taking note of the blue hue in his eyes, which has seemingly grown darker.

"Maybe you should find out, Jason," you encourage. Once you give him the go, he's quick to move closer, crushing his lips to yours roughly. It was unlike anything you've ever felt before—like a ton of dynamite just erupted in you, leaving you feeling a buzz on your skin.

You reached up to grab the back of his neck, pushing him further on your lips. He groans as you sink one of your hands into his hair, gripping your waist in his hands and pulling you so you straddle his lap.

"Do you hook up with every girl you just meet?" You murmur into his lips, slipping your tongue between the seam of his moist lips.

"You hook up with every guy you just meet?" He imitates, in between breaths, gripping your waist tighter as you tug on the roots of his hair harder.

"Touché," you whisper, breathing labored as he presses deep kisses down your neck. He works his way down until he is kissing the top of your breast. Slowly, he brings his hands up to slip the strap of your dress down, exposing your breasts.

He kisses a straight line down the top of your breast to your sensitive nipple. His mouth is hot on your skin, especially in a place so sensitive. You moan as his mouth fully encompasses your nipple, lightly sucking, sending goosebumps down your skin.

You reach for his tie, grab it with your hand, hurriedly untie it, and throw it to the side before carefully undoing the few buttons on his jacket.

"It's a shame no one got to see your suit," you murmur as Jason returns his lips to yours, pressing feverish kisses into them before slipping his tongue into your mouth.

"Ya? Why's that?" He mumbles against your lips, as his hands fumble with his zipper trying to pull it down. You slid the jacket off of Jason's shoulder.

"Because you look fucking hot," you say, looking into his eyes, noticing the way his pupils dilate, hunger written all over his face. He quickly slips his slacks down, along with his boxers. Fumbling with the pocket of his jacket, he grabs a condom.

"Really?" You scowl, as he rips open the gold packaging with his teeth, slipping it on himself.

"What? Don't give me that look," he urges, pooling your dress up around your waist, sliding your panties to the side, as he guides the head of his cock inside your glistening cunt.

"Don't act like it didn't come in handy," he appeals as his cock slips inside you easily. You both groan at the contact, gripping each other tighter.

"Fuck, you were wet. Just slipped right in," he grits as you rock yourself against him, desperate for more friction. His hand is in your hair, pushing your face towards his to share messy, hot kisses as his other hand helps you set a pleasurable pace.

You throw your head back as he thrusts into you, eliciting a moan from you. "Fuck, Jason," you mewl as you feel his lips back on your breast, sucking and nipping with his teeth. Your hands grip tighter in his hair, hoping this will give you some kind of stability.

"Feels so good. So fuckin' good," Jason groans as he feels you clamp around him. You press your lips back to his, aching to feel the vibrations of his groans against your face. He grips the sides of your face to deepen the kiss, his teeth clashing with your own.

You continue going up and down on his cock, occasionally he thrusts himself into you to satisfy his urges and lets you grind against him to chase your own high. He takes your nipple into his mouth one last time before you moan so loud you're surprised the Gotham City Police isn't called, and Jason is spewing curses and groans as you both come.

Your bodies are both buzzing and twitching. Chests heaving so heavily you're suprised your hearts didn't just bust straight out of your chests. Jason pulls out once you aren't panting as hard, guiding you off his cock as you fix your dress. He slips the condom off, groaning at the touch, before tying it at the end. Then, he slips his jacket back on along with his slacks.

You haphazardly stand, holding onto Jason's shoulder to keep your balance. Once you gain stability, you awkwardly cough out a bye, unsure on how to make this any less weird and head back towards the fire escape. You only turn when you hear him say something. Turning on your heels, you look back at him, still in the same spot.

"I, uh, never caught your name?" He yells, his hand scratching the back of his neck.

"Didn't throw it, Jason," you shout back, making a lopsided smile grow on his face. Then, turning to go back through the fire escape, you catch a smile spread across your face as well.

Maybe being forced to attend one of Bruce Wayne's galas wasn't so bad.

a/n: jason todd = thought daughter

reblogs & comments are encouraged!

[ruestheday]

i don’t think tim is the most mischaracterized batman character but he does weirdly have a lot of little things misconstrued about him

- he does not drink coffee. actually, in the comics, he’s talked about how he doesn’t like coffee before. instead he drinks energy drinks and a coca-cola like drink called “zesti cola”

- he doesn’t avoid sleep like in fandom. he’s a big napper. he fell asleep on a roller coaster once. he’s constantly confusing bruce over how the hell he managed to 1. fall asleep that quickly and 2. fall asleep there

- he’s not allergic to shrimp

- he wasn’t bruce’s neighbor growing up. he lived in a town house and moved to the manor beside bruce after already becoming robin and after his mom died.

- he doesn’t exactly stalk bruce and the robins like often shown in fandom. he is a little stalker kid, but he wasn’t running around at night with a camera jumping across roofs. he wasn’t even in gotham for most of his childhood to be able to do that

- he also wasn’t left home alone 24/7, he went to boarding school. he really only spent winters and summers in gotham growing up

- jason was not “tim’s robin”. tim idolized dick grayson, and dick was tim’s robin.

- tim did not want to be robin at first, and then only intended to do it for a short amount of time until bruce either recovered or found a replacement. he originally asked dick to become robin again, and dick basically went “why don’t you do it.” dick does also go back to gotham to help batman as nightwing, but it doesn’t do a lot, so tim decides dick was right and he does need to become robin.

- tim was not a helpless victim during jason’s titan tower attack. not only did he fight back, he snarked jason the whole time. literally did not take him seriously.

- jack and janet weren’t directly abusive. neglectful? yeah. tim was pretty much a spoiled rich kid who’s dad just happened to have anger issues. the most jack is shown to do in the comics is throw things out of anger, but it’s not portrayed as a very traumatizing thing to tim.

- also, bonus, in the comics he doesn’t abbreviate his name to drake-wayne. he either goes by tim drake or tim wayne, it depends on the writer.

that’s all i can think of off the top of my head. kinda crazy once i actually made a list of it

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Okay that one with baby batsib learning about Batman was so cute but what about the opposite? Imagine they decided that they hate Batman 💀 love your writing 🥰

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BRUCE:

The look on your face when Bruce picked you up from school that day was not the look he expected. Your arms were folded, and your eyebrows were knitted together in a tight scowl as you stood at his feet.

Ruffling your hair in an attempt to wipe the pout off of your face, Bruce knelt down to your height and spoke to you gently. "What's that look for, Sweetheart?" He asked, unable to hide the hint of amusement lingering in his tone.

You didn't answer. Instead you just huffed, turning away from him. Bruce just tilted his head, rather amused by your mood. "Come on, kid. It can't have been that bad. What did you learn about today?"

With one drawn out movement, you turned back to face him, a stony expression chiseled onto your face. "Batman."

"Oh?" Bruce raised an eyebrow. He was wondering when you would come across Batman. The family had agreed that you were far too young to know the secret yet, so had avoided telling you.

"I don't like him." You declared, sticking your chin up.

Bruce frowned a little. "And why not?"

"He stops people."

"He's trying to help the city, kid."

You huffed once again. "I don't like him."

Bruce couldn't help the slight grin on his face. He found it rather comical that you hated Batman so much. You were going to have one hell of a dilemma when they reveal their identities to you.

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DICK:

Your little hand was stretched above your head as you clung onto Dick's hand. He had decided to take you to the park to enjoy the most of the summer weather before Gotham shortly returned to its usual doom-and-gloom rain. Your feet shuffled on the pavement beside your brother as he walked you towards the ice cream parlour just across the road. Your eyes practically lit up as you saw the abundance of bright colours and flavours all lined up in neat rows.

"Alright kiddo. Whatcha having?" Dick lifted you up and placed you on his hip so that you could see properly over the small line of people. "They've got strawberry, chocolate, vanilla.....oh look." He pointed to one of the drawings on the specials menu. "You can get a batman sundae."

Your face twisted with disgust. "Yuck. Batman."

"You don't like Batman?" Dick raised an eyebrow, adjusting you on his hip.

"No."

"Where'd you learn about Batman?"

"At school." You replied, trying to look over the people at the counter, clearly more interested in the ice cream than in the conversation with your brother.

Dick shook his head with amusement. "Why don't you like him?"

"He's boring."

Your answer took Dick a little off guard. "Boring?" He frowned.

"Yes. Boring. We spent all day learning about him and it was very boring."

"I see" Dick chuckled, making note to tell Bruce about this later. "So i take it no Batman sundae then? Because Batman is boring?"

"Yep." you said proudly.

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JASON:

Jason was in his bedroom reading comics on his bed when you wandered in.

"Jay-Jay?" You called out for him, turning the corner and stopping when you saw him on his bed. you looked at him, eyes wide with curiosity. "What are you doing?"

"I'm reading, Little Wayne." He answered.

"Reading what?" You asked, wandering to the bed and standing on your toes to peer over. He lifted you up to sit beside him.

"Comics." he showed you. "See."

you pointed to the figure on the page. "Who's that."

"That's Batman."

"Who's Batman?"

"He saves the city. He keeps Gotham safe." Jason explained, giving you a rundown on Batman. His gadgets, his cars.

"Thats booorringgggg." You drew out, looking at the illustrations on the page.

"Boring?"

"yes." You huff. "I don't like him. He does boring things."

"If that's what you say, kid."

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TIM:

Tim was in the kitchen with you. He had you sat in a chair as he made you a snack. The news was playing in the background, with Batman and his sidekicks' faces flashing across the screen. You paid little interest to it as you ate you breakfast, but as time went on, you began to grow fed up of seeing him and his fast car driving through the streets.

"Timmy. can you turn it over?"

Tim reached for the remote and flicked to another channel, but it was also playing the same footage.

"Tim." You whined. "Turn it over. I don't like Batman."

Tim turned around to face you. "No?"

"No." You said, taking another bite of your breakfast. "He destroys the city."

"He doesn't do it on purpose, kid. He destroys it to get the bad guys."

"But sometimes he doesn't even catch the bad guys. And he has sidekicks to help him."

"He can't stop all the crime on his own, kid."

You paused for a moment, outspoken, but pout and take another big bite, speaking with half of your mouth full. "Well i don't like him anyway."

Tim changed the channel to something else. He found your slander of the vigilantes amusing, considering you would more than likely become one in the future. he just hoped that he would be there to see your face when you found out the truth.

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DAMIAN:

You were watching Damian play video games in the living room one evening. He was supposed to be babysitting. out of the window, the bat-signal flashed into view.

You tugged on his sleeve, pointing it out to him. "Dami. Look. Batsignal."

"Where'd you learn that, kid?" he asked, pausing his game.

"At school."

Damian took in the look on your face. "You don't seem that excited. Most kids are excited about batman."

"I'm not." You folded your arms. "I hate batman."

Damian chuckled in interest. "Well, you're not like most kids then, are you. why do you hate him?"

"He doesn't change the city."

"Hm?"

"There are still bad guys."

"There are." Damian hummed. "But he's trying his best."

"And he hasn't got the monster under my bed yet."

Damian couldn't help the snort of laughter that slipped past his lips. "Oh well, thats not very good of him, is it?"

"No its not." you scowled.

"I'll have to have a chat with him then, get him to sort it out for you. will that make you like him more?"

"maybe."

Damian smiled softly. "I'll see what i can do."

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Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3

74- Breakfast and Kids

“You gonna have kids soon, Jay,” Roy asked as he closed the refrigerator. 

Dick and Jason looked up at the same time, eyes briefly meeting in a quizzical, quiet question, before looking at Roy. With a jar of salsa, a big bottle of soda, and a bag of chips, the redhead sat down as he looked at his friend expectantly. 

“Well?” Dick asked, his surprise being replaced by a bit of amusement. 

Jason shrugged as he picked up a piece of his gun to click it back into place. “No.”

“You thinking about having kids soon?”

“We haven’t talked about it,” Jason said. Looking up at Roy, he asked, “Why?”

Roy coyly said, “Sounded like she really wanted a kid the other night.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Roy,” Dick said, getting up and covering his ears. Jason felt his face flush and told Roy the same. The last thing he needed was his sex life being aired out to his brother, of all people. 

Roy sat there with a shit-eating smirk on his face, and that annoyed Jason to no end. Yet, it somehow got him to think about your future together. Did you want kids? More importantly, did he want kids? His entire childhood had trauma after trauma, and he wondered if he wanted to bring his kid into a world where that could happen. Then, he thought about what would happen if the two of you got around to kids or something like that. He liked the idea of Halloweens, summer vacations, and family dinners—The whole lot of it. So, Jason grew quiet as he pondered on the idea, playing out scenarios in his head. 

He continued to ponder on the subject until he returned to your apartment. Jason stared up at the ceiling as he listened to your breath slowly lighten. He should just let you sleep, he thought, but the question of children was still swirling through his mind. 

“Babe, I have something to ask you,” Jason said. You hummed a tired 'what'. Hesitantly, he finally asked, “Do you want kids?”

Now, that seemed to wake you up, because you lifted your head to squint at him through the darkness. “What?”

“Do you want kids?” Jason asked again, more sure of himself this time. 

“Babe, what the hell,” You said, looking at the time on your phone. “It’s one in the morning, you can’t be asking questions like that.”

“Oh, um, sorry, I just was thinking about it and…”

“Go back to sleep, it’s too late and we’re both too tired to be talking about serious topics like this. This is a conversation you have after breakfast,” You said. When you laid your head back down the room fell into silence, and Jason wasn’t too content with the answer. He thought about waking you up again, but you suddenly mumbled, “I’d have your kids, though.”

Jason nodded, smiling. You wanted his kids, and that made his heart feel all sorts of feelings. Closing his eyes, he pictured a little him or you running around. A baby with your sweet eyes would make the world a perfect place. 

Pressing a kiss to your head, he whispered, “I’ll make a good breakfast.”