#jason todd is female coded

[the-minster]

Lately I've seen a number of posts written by people who are frustrated by the expression of Jason Todd being female coded. And I feel like there's some misunderstandings here.

Honestly I'm assuming the anger about binary gender codings like "jason todd is female coded" is coming from people who are also queer. And I can see why people would feel frustrated by the simplification and what seems like unnecessary gendering of trauma. Hell, maybe it's even invalidating to your gender and your trauma. That's fair.

Personally I believe gender is a social construct. No emotion or situation belongs to any one gender. However. As a trans person. I've had to confront that my reality is shaped by the binary gender I am assigned. While I reject being "female coded", the situations I've been in and the trauma I've gone through has been severely influenced by being AFAB. Social constructs do shape our reality.

Me and my cis brother grew up with the same parents. But I faced more physical abuse from my father and higher expectations from my mother. He got an autism diagnosis and arguably faced and internalized ableism his whole life, I got told I make too much eyecontact to be autistic. Both of our lives and hardships have been shaped by the gender we were assigned.

To me the expression "jason todd is female coded" means that every attempt Jason has made to express his pain has been met by people trying to have a philosophical argument about the nature of man and second chances and justice like they are not literally talking to his reanimated body. That kind of blatant disregard of your pain and tonedeaf request to be reasonable, that pressure to return to the rules of your father and the rules of a patriarchal society despite how living under those systems put you in harm's way in the first place, the lack of concern about your feelings of safety. I think that's an experience you are thrust into when it gets decided for you that you're female. And personally, I use Jason Todd being female-coded as a way for me to reclaim my trauma while recognizing it doesn't affect my gender. Jason is a guy. I'm a guy.

[disniq]

[Original post here, but I felt this deserved it's own @bloodyentrails]

IT DOES!!

Batman #138 preview

I was talking to @thekangarou last night about how Bruce's insistence here that Jason move away and find a "normal" life and fall in love and it's not a punishment, Jason, even if I'm not actually giving you a choice in any of it feels almost like forced heteronormativity too, like.

This is the asylum for hysterical women; this is the convertion therapy for the queer kid you can't accept; this is lobotomising your mentally ill son because you can't learn to handle his PTSD symptoms.

[punkeropercyjackson]

'It dosen't matter that this female character is an abused teenage girl put in a hard situation,she's still irredemable for her bad decisions!!!!'Right.Hey,quick question,what's your opinion on these guys?

[bruciemilf]

Bombastic Hot Take: Yara Is a Batman fangirl (swiftie coded)

[damianbugs]

mother, please.

[sasheneskywalker]

can we please stop saying that "jason todd is female coded" or "dick grayson is female coded" 😭

the word "coded" should be put back on the shelf, right next to "parentification", "eldest daughter syndrome", "normalization", "restorative justice", "copaganda", "female rage", "sexualization", "male gaze", "found family" until batfam fans learn what these words actually mean and the context and history behind them

[yes i'm including myself in the second statement]

[necrotic-nephilim]

for the recent ask game, i’m really curious about your take on 7 + 8 :P

for the choose violence ask game!

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how the fandom acts about them?

i'll be so honest: Jason Todd. i know there's a lot of argument of "who has the worst fans" and i think that question is flawed and impossible to answer, but i will say Jason fans irked me so deeply. because i read mostly 90s era Batfam, i admittedly didn't have a lot of exposure to Jason for a while, expect for his New-52 runs i'd read years ago. and since i never liked him based on those runs, i could not understand *what* his fans liked about him, or where they got some of their headcanons/ideas from. i've never been more baffled. it ranges from "oh i don't agree but you do you, i guess?" to "what character are you talking about i am BAFFLED". and it soured me on Jason for so long that i actually hate read *most* of his pre-Flashpoint appearances just to understand what on earth people liked about him. and now i can say, i love him dearly, but i can also say, i still don't know what character his fans are talking about sometimes. and i hate the fanon version of Jason who feels almost, Deadpool-ified? with this self-aware slapstick humor but a sad soft interior but also sassy and will kill a man it's just. it feels very hollow to me and it has made me almost tempted to block his character tag more than once over the years bc sometimes certain takes make it difficult to even like him. i just have to tune it out or yell about it for hours.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

i'm going to get particularly saucy with this one: that Dick Grayson has Eldest Daughter Syndrome. or more generally, that he was parentified. not a single ounce of Dick's backstory indicates him as being parentified. to be parentified you have to be a child taking care of other children either emotionally or physically because your parents are not fulfilling that role. and Dick was *never* a child at the time that another child was under Bruce's care. he has been an adult for the entirety he has known every other Batkid. and even then, the *only* one he was something you could akin to being a parent figure to was Damian, and Dick *chose* that. Dick was a grown-ass man in his late 20s who had the facilities and capacity to make the decision to be Damian's primary caretaker. he's never been parental toward any of the other Batkids, nor has Bruce ever forced upon him the role of having to raise them. did Bruce do a sort of questionable job with Dick? yeah. but i would argue Bruce did the best job with Dick of all the Batkids, and even if he was shitty with Dick, he couldn't parentify Dick bc there was no one for Dick to be parenting. and Dick wasn't parenting Bruce either. they just had a normal relationship of loving and caring for each other.

as for Eldest Daughter Syndrome i just.. i Do Not Like calling any male character "female coded" or "female rage coded" or "eldest daughter coded" because they're *not*. especially not in *this* medium. these are male characters, created by men, written by men 90% of the time, and written to be *male power fantasies*. nothing about Dick or Jason or any Batboy is female-coded bc they exist to be badass men. just because they show emotion and have complex relationships with Bruce doesn't make them suddenly women. Dick shows his anger in a very destructive, stereotypically "masculine" way. even if we strip it of gender, Dick doesn't exhibit most traits of Eldest Daughter Syndrome. he easily makes relationships with people his age, he has no issues telling Bruce no, he did not have caretaking responsibilities forced onto him by Bruce, he's not even really hyperindependent. Dick has a support system outside of the Bats, the fandom just ignores it. does Dick force caretaking responsibilities onto himself sometimes? can he be an overachiever? absolutely. but these are internal complexes that just come with making a character a superhero, it's a complex they all have. if i have to hear one more fan call him Eldest Daughter Syndrome-core or say he's a victim of parentification, i think I'll explode a little bit.

[aqua-dan]

I literally hate "X is so female coded" or "Y is so male coded" so much!!! No emotion or situation is gender coded!!!! Shut up shut the fuck up!!!!!!!

[cowboymater]

none of the batboys are "woman-coded" or undergo the "female experience" bc you motherfuckers actually talk about them instead of stripping their backstory for parts and slapping them onto your special guy so that the 839584th whump fic on his ao3 tag can have some extra kick

[gecemimi1409]

girl WHY are you so jason todd-coded???

[jasontoddsgaythoughts]

I just finished watching Marry My Dead Body on Netflix and while watching I kept thinking this movie could really be reworked into Jason (the dead boy), Kyle (the one learning to be a better officer), and Bruce (as the dad). I don’t think anyone can fit the female protagonist (that I know of), but her and Jason share a fragment of their backstory, and I think that’s neat.

[breadandblankets]

as someone who is firmly not a taylor swift girlie i don't fall into the trap of thinking jason would listen to her

However i am a paramore girlie and i firmly think jay listens to ignorance and cries thank you for coming to my ted talk

[jasontoddsno1simp]

It is earnestly baffling to me to see the amount of people who go off on diatribes about this. Yeah, it's annoying to see it repeated all the time because That's Not What That Means^TM, but it doesn't take a lot of thought to figure out what people are trying to say.

A big part of language and linguistics is context. Sometimes people don't always have the language to perfectly describe what they're feeling. So they use something similar or coded language. It's not technically correct but we still understand the spirit of what they're saying. And even though there's room to correct people, isn't that the whole purpose?! Sure, what I'm saying isn't entirely correct but you still understood me.

At the end of the day, Tumblr - social media, in general - is not a formal academic setting. You're going to have people who are not going to be up to par on all of the lingo the same way they'd be if they were in college class. And that's fine!! As long as we can communicate what we're thinking and have people understand it, that's a win!!

I was going through the anti Jason Todd tag because I hate myself and want to understand where people who dislike him are coming from and one thing I kept seeing was annoyance at Jason fans who claim that Jason is female coded and realized that the term “female coded” might not be the best term to describe what we mean.

A female coded character in literature and media typically means a character that has no specified gender or otherwise does not have a gender but is obviously meant to be a stand in for a woman or female. Kind of like how Starfire has no specified race (due to being an alien) but is still obviously black coded based on the way she’s drawn and treated by the narrative.

This is slightly different than what we mean when saying that Jason is female coded. It’s not that Jason is literally supposed to be a stand in for a female character, it’s that the way a lot of characters treat him and a lot of the tropes used on him are things that usually saved for female characters, not big buff men like Jason.

To start with, being Robin is narratively (or at least was) very similar to being a woman in a story. Robin is a role made to complement Batman (who we all know is basically the ultimate male power fantasy). Robin’s role is to be an accessory to Batman. Robin can be smart, but not smarter than Batman. Robin can be strong, but not stronger than Batman. Hell, Robin is often kidnapped and used as a literal damsel in distress, a role often regulated for women as a whole.

What sets Jason apart from the other robins (except for Steph) in this regard is that they were allowed to be characters outside of Batman. Dick might not have been the “man” of the story when he’s with Bruce, but when he’s with the teen titans suddenly he’s the smart one who has all the answers. Jason’s Robin was never really allowed this.

Then we get to the most, controversial, part of Jason’s female coding. The fact the he was effectively fridged. Fridging is usually only referred to as frigding if it’s a female character, but Jason’s death checks pretty much all the other boxes needed. An incredibly brutal death that was more about Bruce’s feelings on it than Jason himself.

This is especially apparent when compared to the other Bat characters. For all the female coding, the only other Robin to actually be fridged was Steph (and we all know about the misogyny surrounding her death). Barbara was also kind of fridged during the killing Joke. The only female character to escape this is Cass (to my knowledge). When you look at it through this lens, the fact that the only other characters to be permanently damaged like this for Bruce’s story are female, it’s not hard to see where the idea that Jason is female coded comes from.

You can even find this in Jason’s origin story. Poor little orphan is saved by benevolent billionaire is a role usually saved for little girls, like in Annie.

Despite what you might think, this even continues after Jason’s revival. Jason is still used less as a character and more as a motivation for Bruce. He’s regularly called emotional and hysterical (terms usually used to refer to women).

Jason is first and foremost a victim. A role performed by women in most media. Men are expected to be stoic and “rise above” the things done to them as to not be victims, as continuously shown by the way characters like Nightwing are not allowed to be effected by the horrific things they go through. The fact that Jason is shown the be angry, and sad, and emotional, constantly, and the fact that he’s punished and vilified for it puts him in a place much more similar to a female character.

There’s a reason that so many Jason fans (that like him for a reason past “antihero with guns”) are female. For most characters, when you swap their genders there would be a pretty clear and big difference in the way their story takes place. If you swap Jason’s gender, the story takes place identically.

A lot of this is best shown in men’s reactions to Arkham Knight’s version of Jason. In that game, Jason is similarly angry and emotional, albeit for slightly different reasons. He is also still unmistakably a victim. You’d think the men playing would like him. After all he’s a big cool angsty guy with a lot of guns and muscles. Instead, a lot of men’s thought that he was whiny. That his feelings were annoying.

There’s also something to be said about how his autonomy is regularly undermined by Bruce (specifically in Gotham war) and how his decisions and feeling are constantly treated as if they’re worth less than Bruce’s, but that’s a discussion for another day.

[forgotten-daydreamer]

"Where do you get all your clothes!! They're so cool!!"

...my cousins and aunts. literally 80% of what i own used to be theirs. they be like "hey i got this old-" and I just. take it. whatever it is. then i style it with what i already have / what they've given me. i *hate* shopping, this is so much better.

and you know, depending on how i feel, i have feminine and masculine days, so thank god i have an uncle who sometime's like "i got these old jeans and jumpers but they're 3 times your size-" but i. i snatch them right from his hands. no questions asked. steal first. style later.

(i'm everyone's fav cousin/niece* for a reason)

[simpingforheros]

Jason’s Girl??

Pairing: Jason Todd X Female! Reader

Summary: Wait, Jason had a girlfriend? And he’s whipped for her? And she’s Hot?????

Warning: Fluff, a little bit of SMUT, Miscommunication, Dick being Dick, Established Relationship, Female Pronouns, Ass Harassment (you’ll see what I mean), Groping, Jason being a jackass to Dick. Toxic! Jason towards his own family, Implied Oral (m receiving), Actual Oral (F receiving) , doggy style, Choking, Fingering, face grabbing, dumbification, degergation, pet names, consensual recording, lipstick marks, tattoos.

Author’s Note: I’m back again to harassing @jjenthusee again because they had the nerve to not only inspire me with one diabolical fanart to make me write this, but then they had the audacity to show me this so yea, yall are getting some Jason being a whipped boyfriend. Also my first smut ever so please give me critiques.

AN: Part 2, Part 3

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"Oh Jason-" Dick's voice fills the air as he waltzes over to Jason as he sits in front of the Batcomputer with a charismatic smile. Jason swears that he saw the devil in that smile as his older brother asks,

"So, Wally and Roy wanna go out to the bar tonight and I know you are off and have nothing to do, sooooo, would you mind covering for me for patrol?"

Dick was already mentally planning all his pick up lines for all the attractive individuals he wanted to spend the night with before Jason casually bursts his bubble.

"No. Got plans." Jason grumbles, already annoyed with Dick. He was trying to focus on his work so he can leave as fast as he can. The clicks of the mouse emphazies Dick's frustration as he says.

"Brooding and looking at 'Hot Milfs near me with Guns' does not count as plans.' His blank tone becomes a whine as he begs, "Come on, Jay. Ever since my break up with Star-!"

"You mean you cheating on Kori with Barbara again?"

Dick glares at Tim from over his shoulder as he snaps at him.

"Shut up, Timmy Turner."

His eyes become begging pools as he looks to Jason. "Help your older brother get laid and work my patrol for me. I promise to cover for you Monday...."

Jason scoffs as he knows Dick wouldn't return the favor once Monday rolls around. He stands up from his chair as he grabs his helmet. All the reports are done, meaning he was officially done until his patrol route on Monday.

Dick groans and follows Jason to his motorcycle. "Jay, Bro. I'm serious. Please help me out."

Jason smiles at Alfred as he sees the old butler waiting for him by the bike with a gift bag in hand. He takes the bag as he says, "Thanks, Alfred."

The butler smiles as he says, "I hope you two enjoy them. I used Martha Wayne's famous white macadamia nut cookie recipe. I remember you told me they were her favorite."

"Her??" Dick gasps as Jason gets onto his bike. Dick stands in front of the bike while holding the bars. "You're leaving your brother high and dry for some girl? I thought Bro Code overpowers any flings."

That's all Dick remembers Jason having. Every relationship Jason had that Dick was aware of was either flings or toxic messes. Hell, He was dating Slade's daughter a couple years ago and she literally tries to kill him. Why does Jason even refuse the chance to bash evil-doers' skulls in for a random chick?

Jason rolls his eyes as he places his helmet on his head. "Can't really help you if you are too insecure to keep a woman in the first place."

Dick snaps at him as he jumps from the front of the bike as Jason reves it up before darting out of the Batcave.

"I AM NOT INSECURE!!!"

Tim peaks down at the runway as he says, "I mean...it says a lot if you can't pick between two women..."

Tim's words die in this throat as he was met with Dick's glare. Alfred chuckles at the following argument that begins to fill the Batcave as he hopes Mistress (Y/N) enjoys the cookies.

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"Shitttt...."

He groans as Dick rolls off of Roy's couch with a splitting head ache. The effects of last night filling his senses as he stumbles to stand up . He would have been better off going on patrol instead of paying Duke 50 grand to take his patrol. The very fact that Duke was also rich but still insisted that he paid solely on Principle made Dick respect and loathe Th Signal.

But having that 50k would have been better than the lack of action he got. Apparently women currently preferred exploring the pumpkin patch that is Roy and Wally instead of the Romi Beauty that was Dick.

The socks on both the main and guest bedroom tauts him as he starts to throw on some comfortable clothes before heading out of the door. Maybe he can go for a run before heading back to Bludhaven...

Then a sight catches his eyes as a pretty little thing trotted up the stairs. Her (H/C) hair was in a protective hair style leaving her clean face exposed as her long lashes grazes her cheek bones. Her eyes focusing on the cell phone in her hand as Dick's eyes hungrily scanned her figure. She breathed a certain casually put together woman on her day off as she moved gracefully in her baggy sweat pants concealed by the over sized zip-up that was hanging off her shoulder, exposing her pretty skin. The lack of strapage on her shoulder that made Dick’s mouth water at the possibly that this little minx was just casually out without a proper top or maybe without a bra.

As she reaches what he assumed to be her apartment door, Dick tries to straighten his walk a little bit as he beats her to the door. His hand resting on the door as he was leaning against it, trying to appear as the charming billionaire’s son that he always used to get women.

“Hey there.” Dick says smoothly as the girl cocks an eyebrow at him. “I didn’t know I was in heaven until I saw you over here, Angel.”

The girl cringes and covers her mouth as she tries not to burst out laughing in his face. Dick takes it as his flirtation working as she gives him a polite smile.

Maybe he can get laid afterall…

“That was pretty corny, I’ll give you that.” She admits before she starts to turn her door knob to go back into her apartment.

Dick panics as he says, “I’m Dick by the way. Well I mean Richard, but everyone calls me Dick.”

A knowing look on her face appears as she says, “I’m not surprised.”

He gently places his hand on her arm as he says, “I don’t normally do this, but can I get your number?” His charm game up to its maximum potential as he gives her the look all women swoon over. The look that at least lets him get away with the shit he had done to Kori and Barbara at least.

The woman looks at him with the most disinterested look as she says, “Nope.”

“No?” Dick asks as she nods.

“N. o. No.” She says as she pulls away from him. “My boyfriend is inside and unless you want him to kick your ass, I’m gonna go inside and enjoy my anniversary.”

In Dick’s half drunken stupor, he takes the rejection as one of those white lies that women tell strange men so they would leave them alone. Of course she wouldn’t be receptive to some stranger appearing outside of her apartment at whatever fucking time it was in the morning…

“Oh really? What makes you think your ‘boyfriend’ and kick my ass?” He teases. “Is he big and scary?”

Her smirk deepens as a twinkle of mischief and annoyance makes her eyes pop. “He is very big and very very scary…”

Her confidence only egged Dick on as he says, “Baby, I’m from Gotham and I don’t know what counts as scary here in Jump City…”

A diabolical giggle escapes her lips as she says lightly. “Oh you’re from Gotham? So is my boyfriend. I’m actually moving there next weekend. You two probably know each other…”

Before Dick could respond, her fist knocks hard against the wood as she calls out through the door. “Jason Baby, I need you!”

‘Jason?…No it can’t be….’ Dick thoughts before heavy steps came to the door and pulled it open, and to Dick’s horror, there stood Jason Peter Todd in a pair of grey sweatpants and a tight white tee shirt with the bold red letters saying, ‘ I <3 my girlfriend and her phat ass’

Dick probably would have laughed his ass off if he currently didn’t feel like pissing himself under Jason’s glare. With his eyes still glaring at Dick, he asks the woman, “Yeah, Princess? Is my brother bothering you?”

His arms across over his chest, emphasizing the way the shirt make his biceps bulge out as his girlfriend giggles.

“I figured that’s who he was and no he isn’t.” She says softly as she stands up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. “He just didn’t believe me when I told him about my big scary man.”

Jason’s eyes soften as he flicks over to her. His hand instinctively grabbing the bag from her hand that Dick didn’t even notice, most likely take out from a restaurant. “You got us breakfast? I could have cooked us something.”

“Yea, but you looked too sweet sleeping and I know you’ve been having a hard week.” She says as she takes off the zip up that Dick now realizes was Jason’s. Oh lord did Dick wish she didn’t take it off.

Now the vixen was in a tube top and a pair of black sweat pants with ‘I <3 my boyfriend’ curving deliciously across the seat. Dick’s eyes didn’t linger long as the temptress snaps her fingers in his face.

“Hey, that’s not yours to look at.” She scolds him, which causes Jason to chuckle. Her eyes looked up to Jason with a playful warmth as she says, “I’m gonna head in and plate the food.”

Jason decides to be a tease and cups her ass while she squeals. “You just need to sit on the table to plate mine.” Her lightly swatting him causes him to laugh as she walks into the apartment.

She calls out over her shoulder. “Bye, Dick! I hope you get that insecurity issue looked at!”

Dick gaps at the blatant insult as he looks up to his younger brother for support. Jason’s shoulders shake as he tries to contain his laughter. It was disturbing to Dick to see Jason so happy…

“You really let her speak to your innocent brother like that?…”

Jason’s eyebrow shoots up as he says, “First of all, you’re as innocent as everyone in Arkham, and second, I’m not her handler. She’s a grown woman who obviously can handle herself,”

“Jay~” a purr comes from the inside of the apartment that causes a stir in both of the men. An evil glint passes through Jason’s face as he says to Dick.

“See ya later!” Before Dick could respond, Jason already had the door close as the eruption of laughter fills the hallway.

Shit….

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It wasn’t until a week later that Dick realizes what Jason had planned for him as revenge for flirting with his girlfriend.

Jason had brought (Y/N) to Wayne manor to meet everyone after it was brought to life that she was not only not a fling, but a serious long term girlfriend. Jason somehow hid the fact that he had been dating for 2 years fucking years.

Alfred knew the couple’s love story before they even walked through the door as he delightfully told them about how Jason, who was brooding about his break up with Rose Wilson, met (Y/N) at Roy’s apartment complex after he witnessed her beat up some loser.

Apparently Jason couldn’t wait to tell Alfred all about it after he managed to get her to go out with him and the rest was history.

Barbara also knew about it after Jason came to her asking advice on certain gifts to give her. The ginger practically fawned over (Y/N) as soon as she came through the door.

Honestly, everyone kinda fawned over the couple as they can see the magnetic connection between them. It was clear to everyone that Jason had finally found his match and the shit eating grin on his face whenever he locked eyes with Dick made him more sure of it.

It was the same grin as he had in those videos he sent Dick moments before he arrived. Dick can still recall the video like he was the one to experience it like a delightful nightmare.

It started simple enough. (Y/N)’s flustered face filled the screen as Jason's hand cups her face. Her light pants and her red-stained lips shined with what Dick assumed to be spit as his brother's thumb swiped at her bottom lip. The already smudged red lipstick stained her skin as Jason began to coo at her.

"Aw, Princess, your lipstick is smudged." He almost sounds like he's mocking her with how sweet he sounded. "I guess it does matter, right? Because you look so fucking pretty."

Her eyes shined at the praise as she pressed her cheek further into his palm. Her voice melted like sugar as she asked him.

"You really think I'm pretty?" Her eyes almost shine mischievously as she asks him. "Does that mean I made your cock pretty too?"

Jason chuckles as he presses his thumb into her mouth, pressing lightly on her tongue as he coos. "I think you're very pretty. Especially when you choke on my cock and paint it red with your sweet lips."

Pulling his thumb out as she whines, he gently pushes her down onto the bed as it shows her in the same exact outfit she had on the day she and Dick met. Her hands go to pull off her clothes when Jason stops her with a single hand.

"Nah, baby. He ain't seeing all of your goods." Revealing that the video was made specifically for Dick to see before the video ends.

While Dick understood Jason's message from the first clip of the video, he couldn't help both the curiosity and the string in his own pants to watch the other video sent right after that one.

“Fuck, Jason!” Her moans filling the speakers as her eyes were screwed shut. Her nose scrunched in the cutest way as Dick made notes of what all looked different on her.

Her skin was shining with sweat and her hair frayed from the friction between it and the sheets. Her exposed skin was now flushed with a soft trail of bite marks blemishing the sea of smoothness. The camera was placed so he can see all of her except for her cunt which was obstructed by the mass of black hair that he assumed was Jason devouring her like a dog.

His movements remaining steady as he eagerly digged his nose into her folds as her manicured hands forced him in deeper. Her breathless moans and high pitched squeals as Jason begins to fill her unseen hole with his fingers while he began to solely suck her clit.

"Baby... Please...." She begged as she tried to grind her hips into his mouth, but the iron grip of his hand on her thigh prevented that as she cried. "Please let me cum...I've been a good girl for you...please let me cum...."

Dick swore he almost came into his own pants at the sweet sound of her begging.

Jason chuckles against her skin as she whines in frustration. He pulls away from her cunny only enough to where his head still blocked the view of it from the camera.

"Aw princess, you forgot the game..." He scolds her as his fingers seemed to go faster inside her. Her moans becoming almost pornographic as the stimulation and her impending orgasm was being played out of her. "Who does this sweet girl belong to?"

"Y-you, Jason" She pants out her answer as makes a noise that sounded like he didn't believe her. His free hand grabbing the propped up camera and bringing it around so only she was in the shot.

The heavy rising and falling of her covered chest filled Dick's vision as the soft squelching of her cunt being finger fucked serenaded him.

"You sure about that? You didn't seem too disinterested in Dick when he was hitting on you earlier...Maybe you were too cock hungry to even care about whose cock would fill you."

Her head shakes in denial as she whines as the squelching quiets down. "No, I only want you, Jay."

"Yeah? You mean it. Princess?"

Her head frantically nods as her eyes glass over. Her hips try to roll into his hand as the camera shifts a little to her hips. A tattoo coming into the frame. A small red heart with the initials 'JPT' written in cursive right beside it.

The video ends there before the final video is switched on by Dick, whose on the edge of his seat now.

The beginning shot shows her now on her knees with her head down to the mattress. Her cheek was presses against the slightly red stained sheets as her plump ass was raised, only being propped by a pillow under her hips to cover any view to the front of her pubic area. Jason held her hands to her back as his hips were pressed against the back her hips. Her whining and incoherent babble as she tries to roll her hips back into him earns a firm slap to her ass as Jason smirks.

The first time Dick saw Jason in the video and he was still wearing that stupid white shirt with the " I <3 my girlfriend and her phat ass" on it. However, red lipstick now stained the collar of the shirt and his neck. His own face was smeared in some red lipstick as he smirks down at her.

"Aw, is my princess ready to be fucked dumb?" He asked down to her as she mewls. Her grinding hips pressing into his pelvis as Jason moves his shirt out of the way. The move seemed intentional as the newly exposed skin showed a matching heart tattoo with what Dick assumed to be her initials just on Jason's Adonis belt.

"Baby?" Jason asks as his voice lowers an octave. His hand reaches around her neck and pulls her up by her neck as she chokes a gasps. His hips now thrusting deep into her as the pillow still hides the sinful union from the camera.

"I asked you a question," Jason whispers as his voice becomes gravelly. His hand flexed as he choked her, but it was obvious that he wasn't grabbing her as hard as he could.

(Y/N) cries as tears roll down her face as her whimpers fill the room. The bottom half of her face was now stained pink with no other evidence of the red lipstick remaining. Her now free hand reached around and cupped Jason's ass, encouraging him to fuck her insides up as she finally answers him.

"Yes, please...I need it, Jason. I need you..."

Jason growls as his pace quickens as the nasty sound of their skin clapping almost overpowered her squeals as she takes it.

"You little minx..." He whispers as he slams her down onto the mattress before pulling her hips back to his. His hips slamming into her jiggling ass as she whimpers. Drool and tears cover her face as she mumbles out praises.

"So full...So big...can't get enough..." She whimpers as Jason smirks from above her. "No one else could match you...I love you, Jason."

"I love you too, Baby." He whispers as his hand slips around her hips and begins to rub circles into her hidden clit. Her squeals became high-pitched pants as her climax began to rise.

Jason's other hand reaches for the camera as he whispers his final message to the camera.

"Maybe Dick can learn how a real man should treat his woman..."

Let's just say that Dick remained silent in his room with a stomach ache as he learned that Jason was both crazy and the luckiest son of a bitch he ever met....

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Author's Note: I will never forgive Dick for the shit he pulled against Babs and Kori so enjoy my revenge. Also, let me know what you thought of my first smut. I didn't commit to a full one because I was scared lol. And thank you @jjenthusee for the inspo again and I promise I'll quit the harassment for now.

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@simpingforheros fanfiction. I DO NOT CONDONE MY WRITINGS TO BE COPIED, STOLEN, OR REPOSTED ON OTHER WEBSITES OR ACCOUNTS WITHOUT PERMISSION.

[stormz369]

☕💖 Can I Get Your Number? ☕💖 Ch 27

Jason Todd x (f)Chubby!Reader

written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, MDNI, let me know if there's anything else I should tag this with! The illustration 2nd from the right is from the book Love You Forever by Robert Munsch, as is the song quoted at the end.

warnings/labels: mommy kink mentioned, Bruce is aggressively Bruce-ish about things (ie; doesn't know how to deal with his own emotions), childhood neglect and its consequences mentioned briefly, and teeth-rotting fluff! wc: 2k

Chapter Selection

Damian stood in the garage, his hands behind his back and a carefully expressionless look on his face. I hopped off Jason's bike as he parked, pulling my helmet and gloves off. “Hey kiddo!”

He nodded once. “Sister. I read Father's report on what happened at the store yesterday.”

I blinked a bit, setting my gear to the side. “Oh? … I can't read you right now, what's up?”

He gestured to the floor in front of him, and I stood where he gestured. “On your knees, please.”

I tilted my head, but did as he asked, and he finally showed me what was in his hands; a new bat-belt. This one orange, with more little black bats.

“Already? It's only been a month.” I looked up at him, chuckling softly at the little smile on his face.

“You were confronted by one of our villains, kept your cool, made and executed a plan using the resources available to you, and the only person who got hurt was Two-Face. Your training is coming along well, and you have earned this.” He spoke in the same language I didn't know from last time, bowing and holding the belt out to me, and I accepted it, bowing back.

“Thank you, Sensei.” I grinned, slowly standing.

He nodded, turning to Jason. “I suppose you deserve congratulations too, since you didn't ruin her plan.”

I chuckled, kissing Jay's cheek as he approached; “never had a doubt in my mind~”

His arms wrapped around my waist, kissing back. “Lil' mama did good yesterday~”

Damian frowned. “She is not my mama, Todd.”

I chuckled, gently swatting Jason's side. “He's not using it that way, Damian, don't worry.”

He stared up at me for a moment before realization crossed his face, followed immediately by the faintest glimpse of horror. He wrinkled his nose, turning on his heel. “Disgusting.”

We followed him to the elevator, Jason smirking; “what, but when I call her ‘sweetheart’ and ‘doll’ that doesn't bother you?”

“I did not say that. Frankly, you are both unnecessarily sentimental about each other.” He put in the code to take us down to the Batcave.

“You'll understand someday, kiddo. And on that day, I promise not to lord it over you … too much.” I smirked.

“I assure you, I will never understand that.” The door opened and he stepped out. I headed to the bathroom to change into my training clothes before following Damian to the mats for warm-ups. Before stepping into the circle, I fell to my knees and tied my new belt.

Duke grinned, sitting beside the mats on a break. “Ooh, orange?”

Steph scoffed, plopping down next to him. “That's not fair, you still haven't made the rest of us belts.”

“Drake has already done this number, and as I told him, that will not be happening.” Damian pulled his gloves on, and I did the same.

“Where's B?” Jason looked around.

“Wrapping up some WE stuff.” Tim hummed softly; “he'll be along.”

We trained for almost an hour before Bruce finally joined us. Steph and I finished a sparring session and bowed to each other before I turned to Bruce. He had an almost cold, detached look in his eyes.

“You are well?”

“... Yeah?” Something about his careful tone had the hairs on the back of my neck standing on edge. Jason stepped closer, putting a hand on my shoulder. He must have felt it too.

“No lingering anxieties from yesterday's events?”

“Nope, I’m good!”

Bruce nodded once. “Excellent. Then you can explain what exactly you were thinking!”

“... Excuse me?” I tilted my head, looking between him and Jay. Had I done something wrong? Jason looked as confused as I felt, surely I hadn't messed up too bad…

“That stunt you pulled could have killed you. I am certain none of my children told you to do that, so why don't you explain what was going through your head?” Bruce growled softly.

“Ease off, Bruce!” Jason snapped.

“No, it's ok, Jay. You want to know what I was thinking, Bruce? It went something like this; ‘fuck, this was not the plan for today. We are radically off plan. Oh! Well now Jason's here, so everything’s gonna be fine! Just have to figure out how to get out from between his gun and Two-Face's torso… Easiest way to do that is probably to drop! Just gotta subtly get Jason's attention so he knows my plan, and … there! Problem solved!’ … anything I need to go back over for ya?”

Bruce was clearly not amused by me pantomiming my thoughts. “That was incredibly dangerous! You should have stayed still and let us do our jobs.”

I took a deep breath, trying desperately to contain my frustration before I spoke. “... If you had been alone, playing the helpless victim would have been safer. But with Jason there, my plan was perfectly safe. I knew Jay would understand my hand signals, and has the reflexes to respond accordingly. I trust him with my life, and yesterday just proved I'm right to. My idea was risky, but it went flawlessly, and it went so well because Jason is extraordinary, and perfectly capable. So please, don't insult him by pretending you don't know how amazing he is. Not in front of me.”

The entire room stilled; everyone watched us, almost afraid to breathe. Bruce stared me down, glaring. “... I know very well how skilled my son is. I don't like you making him shoot a man on your behalf.”

Jason growled, pulling me against him. “Shut up, Bruce. She didn't make me do anything, I was waiting for an opening to take him down! All she did was create that opening. She did beautifully yesterday, you just don't like that your role in her plan was to be the distraction.”

Damian's hand slipped into mine, making me jump; I hadn't even heard him approach. I looked down, squeezing his hand gently. He hesitantly turned to Bruce, determination and frustration in his eyes. “You are being unfair, Father. She's a civilian. Her ability to stay calm in that situation was impressive, let alone the rest of it.”

Bruce looked between Jason and Damian; one practically shielding me from his father with his own body, the other clinging to me like a lost duckling. Bruce's eyes finally settled on me, hardening. “... Which of my children will you steal next, girl?”

I sighed softly. “Bruce, I am not trying to steal your children. No one can steal your children; they love you very much. But they are also allowed to disagree with you without it meaning that you are losing them. You need to get used to that idea, before you push them away.”

Damian frowned deeply, staring at the ground in front of his feet. Bruce turned on his heel, storming out. As he passed, he growled; “Dick, you're in charge of training today.”

Damian slowly dropped my hand, taking a slow, deep breath. After a moment he started walking toward the bathroom, letting gravity slam the door behind him. I sighed softly, leaning against Jason's broad chest. His arms cradled me and he kissed my forehead.

“... He'll be alright. … B will calm down, and they'll work it out. It'll be fine.”

I sighed softly, stroking his side gently. “... Bruce's feelings shouldn't be on any of your shoulders like that… They're his feelings to process.”

Dick smiled weakly. “He knows that. He's … he tries. He's getting better, it's just … slow.”

I nodded slowly, frowning a bit. Dick began pairing people up for more sparring, and Jason had me sit to take a break.

Damian hesitantly looked up at me, fiddling with the hem of his sleep shirt. Usually Jason tried to be home by the time we headed for bed, but that wasn't possible tonight so our usual bedtime routine was a bit disrupted.

“... This is absurd.” Damian muttered softly.

“It's ok if you don't want to do it, it was just an idea, since Jason's not here. I know you prefer not to be too affectionate around others.” I smiled gently, adjusting my pillows the way I liked them.

“... I didn't say that.” He admitted under his breath, slowly climbing onto the bed. “Just … feels silly. … You understand I'm fourteen?”

“Yes, I understand. But you've also been denied a lot of the standard childhood experiences, and this seemed like one you might enjoy. … Frankly, all of you Wayne boys seem to be distinctly touch-starved. It's a bit concerning…”

He nodded slowly. “... And no one will know? … Todd won't barge in?”

“Jason said not to expect him until morning, and he doesn't have a key, so there's no chance he'll walk in while we're asleep. No one has to know anything you don't want them to. You get to decide.” I sat on the bed with my legs crossed, and Damian slowly scooted forward to sit next to me, draping his legs over mine. He slowly leaned against my shoulder, and we wrapped our arms around each other.

He shifted a few times, frowning. After a minute he whispered; “... Is it supposed to feel like this?”

“Like what, little one?”

“... It feels … pleasant. … But also strange.” He frowned more, looking up at me; “... It's like … my stomach is screaming that this is wrong, but my chest is screaming back that it's actually entirely right?”

I nodded, gently running my fingers through his hair. “That makes sense. When you're not used to being touched, it can feel very weird, even scary. … I know some people who experienced such impactful childhood neglect that they get nauseous just holding hands with a friend.”

He blinked a bit, leaning against me. “... Neglect …”

I nodded, stroking his back gently. “Yeah, they had pretty rough childhoods. … They're getting therapy though, and it's helping.”

His arms tightened around my waist, and he rested his cheek against my shoulder; “... So, most people don't feel … weird about this?”

“No, not typically, with people they care about. … Hugs are supposed to make us feel warm, and safe, and cared for.”

“... Is that why Jon likes them so much? Is he seeking reassurance that we are close?”

“It's possible. Or he's trying to reassure you that you're important to him. And some people just enjoy the touch.” Damian seemed to consider that for a moment. 

“... I think … it's alright. … With you, … and with Jon. … I like the thing you do with my hair.”

I smiled softly, stroking his hair more. “I'm glad, kiddo.”

He settled against me, sighing softly. “... Sister?”

“Yes, baby brother?”

“... I … why do you do these things?” He mumbled into his chest.

“What things, kiddo?”

“... The craft kits, and this, and … everything else.” He looked up at me slowly; “... Why are you so nice to me?”

“Oh. Well, because I love you Damian.” I smiled softly, rubbing the back of his head gently.

His face stilled, an instinct to hide his emotions, but I had learned to see the emotion in his eyes, and they were filled with wonder. “... Really?” 

“Of course I do, darling~ I love you very much, baby brother.”

He hugged me tighter, smiling weakly. “... I love you too, Sister.”

I kissed the top of his head, holding him close and gently rocking him as long as he wanted to stay in my grasp. Eventually we laid down to sleep, his back pressed firmly against my chest, and he whispered; “... Ok, … you said you’d sing?”

I chuckled softly and stroked his hair in delicate, soothing patterns, singing lullabies until he dozed off in my arms. He snored softly, and I kissed the top of his head. One last song came to mind - one from a book my family liked to read before bed when I was little;

“I’ll love you forever,

I’ll like you for always,

As long as I’m living,

My baby you’ll be.”

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