#jason todd you

[ivysangel]

NOTES: started writing this back in december and never finished it so you WILL feel like you're being edged. sawry...

Neither of you had said anything as you cleaned up his wounds, the hot food waiting on your kitchen counter for when you were done. Normally, you would finish up tending to his injuries and then send him to shower while you plated up the dinner he brought, a multitude of your favorite dishes that he'd remembered over time. Instead, when all of his wounds were bandaged up, and the smell of lo mein was invading your nostrils, the two of you stayed unmoving in silence. Him sitting on your countertop, and you standing in front of him, avoiding eye contact while holding bloody towels waiting to be thrown in the small hamper you keep for this exact purpose. His hand moves up to cup your cheek, and he lightly turns your head to face him. Your eyes meet his, and you see the silent apology in them, a plea for you not to be mad. You're not; you could never, so you send him a silent "it's okay." as best you can without words.

It all happens in slow motion. His other hand cupping the other side of your face, and the split second of eye contact you make before you're both leaning in and kissing each other with such a ferocity you'd never experienced before. His hands move backward slightly, now cradling the back of your neck while your hands toss the bloody towels to the side and find his chest. You press up against him as much as you can before he slides off the counter and hoists you up in his arms, turning around and placing you in the spot he previously sat. He pulls back from the kiss, and you chase his lips, missing the feeling of his mouth on yours. One of his hands tugs at the hem of your shirt, signaling for you to raise your arms, and he pulls it over your head, leaving your breasts exposed for him to admire. He sucks in a breath, eyeing you up and down like a hungry animal, before placing his hands on your shoulders and lightly pushing you down flat on the counter. You gasp at the coolness of the granite, and your back arches involuntarily. A groan comes out of Jason's mouth as he kisses up your legs, nibbling and biting and leaving marks in his wake. He makes his way to your upper thigh, nudging at the plush skin and placing wet, open-mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach. He's only a couple inches away from the place you really want him, the place he knows you want him to be. 

You hoist yourself up on your forearms to watch as his fingers hook under the waistband of your shorts, and he pulls them down, leaving you in just your panties. The pad of his thumb finds the growing wet patch between your legs, and he rubs gently. You moan at the friction, shifting slightly to allow him more access. "Tell me no," he mutters from between your legs, the first words uttered between the two of you since you gave into your carnal desires. You look down at him, your brows furrowing in confusion. "Tell me no right now if you don't want this," He looks up at you through hooded eyes, and in that moment, you realize he's giving you an out, one chance to stop him before the dam breaks and he lets it all go. "I want this." You say with more certainty than you've ever had before. And he gives you one more look, one last silent "are you sure?" but instead of stopping him, you lay flat on your back and lift your hips slightly, tugging down your underwear as far as you can before he meets you halfway, pulling them down over the rest of your legs and discarding them somewhere in the kitchen. 

His hands grip your thighs, pulling your legs further apart and exposing your slick heat to him. "Jesus Christ," he whispers, his finger gently rubbing your slit up and down as you moan at the contact. Your entire body is on fire, and the only thing on your mind is how badly you need him inside you. His fingers stop at your clit, rubbing small circles around the nub, and you let out a whimper; your hand finding the soft tufts of black hair on his head. "Jason, please," you roll your hips into his hand, craving the friction. "Don't be a tease," you say through broken gasps, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach start to tighten. He speeds up the movement of this thumb on your clit, and you feel something prod at your hole before you feel one of his fingers slip between your folds. You moan at the sensation as he moves it in and out a few times before adding a second one and curling upwards, and you accidentally tug at his hair. You hear him groan as he pulls away from your thigh, leaving a purple mark in his wake. 

sorry again, edge ya later! (plz don't hate me, eek!)

[gothamitee]

What will you be tonight? That’s the question

[dragonpyre]

Au where Jason is under the impression Talia told Bruce Jason was alive and just moves back to Gotham to get back to the life he missed. GED, college, part time job, etc. Runs into one of the bats at a coffee shop one day and is confused why they just fainted

[fanaticalthings]

Bruce Wayne except he texts like an ominous boomer

wdym you can't tell if he's threatening them?

Based on this post by @mysterycitrus :)

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Happy birthday, Tim 🥰

[arunneronthird]

he will use every chance he gets to be a drama queen and if he doesnt have one he will create one

[connorsui]

"Girls like it when men ignore em"

LIEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS

I WANT THAT MAN OBSESSED WITH ME

I WANT HIM THINKING ABOUT ME LIKE A PRAYER, EVERY BREATH, EVERY MOVE, EVERY CHOICE HE MAKES ANCHORED TO ME. I WANT HIM LOSING SLEEP BECAUSE THE IDEA OF ME IS TOO LOUD IN HIS HEAD TO LET HIM REST. I WANT HIM TO LOOK AT ME LIKE I’M THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS—LIKE THE WORLD COULD BURN TO ASHES AROUND US AND HE WOULDN’T CARE AS LONG AS I’M STILL STANDING THERE.

I WANT HIM TO SPEAK MY NAME LIKE IT’S SACRED, TO LOOK AT ME LIKE I HOLD THE UNIVERSE IN MY HANDS. TO BE HAUNTED BY THE SOUND OF MY LAUGH, THE TRACE OF MY SCENT ON HIS SKIN, THE MEMORY OF MY TOUCH. I WANT HIS OBSESSION TO BORDER ON MADNESS, TO FEEL ME IN EVERY PART OF HIM LIKE A HUNGER HE CAN’T EVER SATISFY.

I WANT TO BE HIS FIRST THOUGHT

[spocks-husband]

In Bruce's phone, he keeps the contact photos for all his kids as their baby pictures (or the closest approximation that he has).

Dick's is a photo of him when he'd first designed his Robin costumes, smiling ear to ear as he proudly showed off his first hand-sewn prototype.

Jason's is a picture Alfred got of the boy sitting on Bruce's shoulders while they went over a case.

Tim is him fast asleep in the middle of taking notes on his first real mission (he wanted to impress Bruce really bad).

Damian is a polaroid he got from Talia of him when he was about a year old, teething on a mango seed as he sat on the floor of his mother's room.

Cass is entirely blacked out except for her big bright eyes that can be seen in the darkness-- Bruce thinks it's the cutest photo ever.

Even Babs has hers set to a photo of her with her first computer, grinning happy as she probably hacked into a federal database somewhere. He got that photo from Jim.

Likewise, of course, Alfred's (very bareboned) smartphone that he barely uses has Bruce's contact set with a photo of him playing in the snow as a little boy.

[varpusvaras]

Jason and Damian meet in the LoA AU where Damian vehemently insists that Jason is his only real brother since they have the same mother and father. The others try to tell him that Jason is also adopted, but Damian will just stare at them like they are stupid and go "is Father not his Father in the eyes of the law?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"Does Mother not call him as her son?"

"I mean she does-"

"Are they not my Mother and Father as well?"

"Yes?"

"The matter has been concluded, then, Richard."

"What about me? Bruce is also my dad on paper?"

"You get half of the acknownledgement, of course, as you have been getting so far."

"What about Tim, then?"

"I don't see how he is relevant to this conversation."

"I'm just curious where he lands on the brother percentage scale."

"Nowhere. Timothy is a neighbour. Though I shall offer him hospitality while he is under our roof."

"You tripped him on the patrol last night."

"Does the alleyway look like our house to you?"

[redsray]

the funniest part of any Robin meeting the JL is that every Robin is so distinctly different from the previous one in terms of personality and vibes that the league literally gets backlash. and like, I don't blame them. not to mention that they are non-meta children that dress as a traffic light and fight crime alongside batman in gotham on a nightly basis. i'd also be a bit concerned. Batman, literally The Night of Gotham personified in the League's eyes, coming into a JL meeting: This is Robin, my crime-fighting partner. 11-year-old Dick Grayson, dressed in the brightest primary colours possible, vaguely hidden murder behind those eyes, never stops moving even for a moment: Hi! Superman: That's a child. That's-- Bats that is a child. You let a child--? Batman, deadpan: You try to stop him. Would you rather he try and murder a grown man with a wire?

Batman: This is Robin. 12-year-old Jason Todd, with the biggest grin on his face, about 3 books in his hand, stars in his eyes and a distinct street-kid drawl: Hey!!! Green Lantern: That's ... that's a different child. What?? Jason: I stole his tires :) Batman: Tried to. Jason, stage whispering to the League: basically did. Green Lantern: that is a different kid, right?? I'm not seeing shit??

Batman: This is Robin. 14-year-old Tim Drake, bo staff clutched in his hand, a wary and tired expression on his face, more on the quiet side, the literal walking definition of don't judge a book by it's cover: hello Flash: Where do you even find these-- Tim: I found myself.

Batman: This is Robin. 17-year-old Stephanie Brown, literally blonde, with a shit-eating grin, eyes full of nothing but mischief and the most explosive personality you've ever seen: hiya!! Superman: I give up. Stephanie: I know, I have that amazing effect on people.

Batman: This is Robin. 13-year-old Damian Wayne, a literal wet cat that will hiss at you, has a sword, the most judgemental stare you'll get from a teenager, ready to jump anyone there: Green Lantern: WHY DOES HE HAVE A SWORD?! Batman: ... he came with the sword.

[singswan-springswan]

In a happy world where Jason is legally resurrected and gets to go to college like he's always dreamed of

[ashoss]

needed to draw kori and this is what came from it

[arguablysomaya]

oh thank god bro i thought jason was allergic to serving cunt

[dragonpyre]

Goonion rule #14. If given the chance; always fuck with Batman

[bbbbbbbbatman]

Jason: I’m dating Roy

Bruce: Hmm (derogatory)

Jason: He has a daughter which makes you a grandad

Bruce: Hmm (delighted)

[tiger-grace]

Jason: I have a bone to pick with you

Bruce, just happy to talk to his estranged son: sure, what’s going on?

Jason, pulling out an entire femur: I stole this evidence from a crime scene. I need help with a case

Duke: hey B I have a bone to pick with you really quick

Bruce, on the verge of tears: please don’t.

Duke: I? just have a question?

[fact-dogsarehappiness]

Another reason why I’m a firm believer in letting Bruce get old is because the idea of him looking and his dark haired children without his glasses on and genuinely not being able to tell them apart is unparalleled