#muse : jason

[byeke]

their reactions are based on the emotional turmoil I went through seeing Bruce in the Nightwing suit for the first time

he looks so exposed....

(based on Nightwing #116 - panels under the cut)

nevermind the fact that bruce stripped butt naked in front of babs and probably at least 2 apartment buildings

[ghost-bxrd]

*rubs hands together, slams palms on table*

Okay, you guys heard of “Jason inherited the adoption problem and now Tim is baby”, now get ready for…

Reverse!Robins, where Jason tries to steal from newly minted crime lord Tim and gets flash adopted before Batman can claim another one for his child soldier team!

[totallynotashieldagent]

falling for jason todd happens slowly and then all at once

it starts with lazy pre-patrol Friday evenings. he knows you don't have work in the morning so he stays for a snack before heading out.

it turns into "hey wanna watch a movie?" which turns into "I'm ordering food for us" and then you're lying on the couch at other ends but your feet are in his lap as top gun plays on the TV and he doesn't even realize he's doing it but he's rubbing the tension out of your heels.

it turns into "oh my office has a workshop for first aid happening" and you take it because you figure you should know how to patch him up after the bad nights

that turns into him showing up on a Tuesday night, which NEVER happens but he's on edge and he's anxious and he doesn't know what else to do and he just needs a hug and you do it.

you hold him until he stops shaking and he falls asleep on you like a weighted blanket.

maybe in hindsight, that is where it all started. waking up in a mess of limbs and untangling yourself, pushing him off until he falls on the ground and you laugh before leaving to get ready for work and... he doesn't leave. he's there when you come back in the evening because he just- he doesn't have an answer except, he didn't want to go.

you shrug and say you don't mind and you continue with your evening errands and chores and he orders food and during it all you realize how... domestic this all is.

it's a wednesday evening and he knows gotham is waiting for him but tonight...just tonight, he wasn't something calm, something normal.

the air is thick but neither of you address it. and he leaves eventually with unsaid words and confusion hanging in his mind.

the routine of friday night hangouts continue but every touch is more.. electric and neither of you say anything because you really do think that it's just in YOUR mind and the other doesn't feel that way at all.

it goes on for weeks and weeks until the tension gets so bad that you're snapping at each other for even breathing too loud but still you're in the same space because you can't handle the thought of being a part

it goes on for an embarrassing long time because even though the love is requited, you're both just fucking idiots

it goes on until a bad patrol night and he shows up with a bunch of knives sticking out of his back and instead of going to a safehouse or alfred, he's here. with you. and your hands are shaking because this surgery level shit and you took a BASIC aid workshop. you're crying silently as you do your best to fix him even with the Lazarus healing kicking in and you keep whispering to yourself "not yet not yet not like this not like this not before I can say-"

and everything just ...freezes

"Before what?" He rasps, his breath laboured and hard

"It's nothing-" You whisper and continue to bandage him

so he twists his back and looks at you, asking again.

"Before what?" His eyes are glowing green as his wounds are slowly starting to heal under your fingertips. "Please-" He strains. "Before what?"

"Before I can be brave enough-" You swallow, your shaking hands pressed against the bandage of his back

"Brave enough for...?" He whispers, his eyes darting across your face, memorizing every feature. Your eyes, your Cupid's bow, your parted lips-

"For this-" You finally take a leap and press your lips to his.

Drabble Master List.

[godlyrots]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓.

PAIRING — jason todd x fox!reader.

SYNOPSIS — you can't stay mad at him.

WORD COUNT — 1126.

WARNINGS + CONTENT — pre-established relationship, previous fwb relationship. oral, fem receiving. marking. might be ooc. use of petnames. making out + messy kissing if you squint? got kind of poetic in some places for whatever reason, i'm just vv sleepy. not proof read at all lmao so if you see mistakes ignore them.

AUTHOR'S NOTE — introducing fox!reader. i've only seen the animal!reader thing the OBX fandom but since i haven't seen anyone ( to my knowledge ) do this for DC i wanted to try. i'll have different iterations of readers who'll have different personality types + aesthetics based on different animals/what i come up with for them. but they are people, not hybrids.

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"you smell nice." you're whispering into his ear and your voice is rough from hours of rehearsal with your band and jason's hands are nestled on your thighs. he kneads at the pliant flesh, his calluses providing a contrast to the smooth skin in his palms. he lets out a soft hum once your teeth find the spot you know he likes.

he's got that familiar cologne on, filled with woody elements and that beautifully rich, musky scent. it was a gift from you for his birthday last year and he wore it until the bottle was empty and sat on a shelf in his closet and he bought a new one. it wasn't the first time you've been like this, this was your way of apologizing and you knew how to be physically affectionate even if you can't verbalize it. he slightly cranes his neck once your lips work to leave hickies on his skin, the old ones were fading into a light pink hue. you stopped once his phone lit up though and jason's hand reaches for it absentmindedly on the couch beside him.

he types out a response to who you imagine to be one of his friends but he quickly places in back down and focuses on you and his eyes rake over your pouty lips with your lip gloss and lipstick all over him. you can't help but try to remove your berry coloured products off his skin. his thumb works on your bottom lip and wipes off the remaining product. "still mad?" he asks with a low voice, in a tiny mini-skirt you're all the more attractive to him. you fight the warmth that fills your belly as wetness dribbles onto your underwear.

jason secretly loves when you fight despite the fact that he thinks some of your arguments are pointless, but seeing you riled up and angry in your little skirts or a mixture his baggy shirts and shorts or just underwear. he knows that he fucked up, you guys don't keep secrets but by the end of your fights he knows that you'll end up laying on your back with his head between your thighs or you on your knees with his cock in your mouth. either way you didn't complain because you're sure that you loved watching him as much as he loved watching you.

"little bit." you're telling him as he looks at you with that same hardened expression despite him understanding that he did hurt you. his justification didn't really matter, not right now. "i hate lying, you shouldn'a done it." you add on to the few words you'd said and your voice was still hoarse.

"m'sorry, doll"

"m'sorry too, just don't hide things from me."

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you have a fistful of jason's hair in your hands as his tongue laps at your wetness and sucks on your clit like it's the only thing on his mind. the noises from both of you are borderline obscene as he keeps a steady hand on your thigh and your whines are increasing in volume, even with the music to cover up the noise. he's pulling you into him as you squirm and bite back the moans that are climbing up your throat and past your lips. "christ, jay—" you're whimpering now and it almost feels pathetic but your body is one fire, the warmth of his skin of you feels illicit and jason doesn't come up for air.

he pumps his cock with his free-hand in his pants as he listens to you and with the added pent up frustrations of you not speaking for several days and your earlier escapades has got his head spinning. he can't get over listening to you, seeing you, feeling you. it's like he's this fiend and no matter what he does he'll never rid himself of this vice, this addiction and this longing. you don't hear what he says between your thighs as it's muffled by your plush skin but you know it's something absolutely disgusting.

"y'feel too good, baby."

he can't help but moan as he continues to both eat you out and fuck his fist and he can't get enough. jason's almost dedicated to getting you off, each touch is an apology, it might as well be an act of worship 'cause this is the closest he's ever felt to god. i'm sorry, m'sorry, i'm sorry. with each lick, rut of your lips or collection of each drop of your delicious arousal.

you instinctively raise your hips once he works your clit particularly well but he pushes you back down before you can blink properly. jason knows that you're close, he can feel how you clench around his tongue as he works on your puffy cunt, he's a man with a cause, a mission. you were already horny when you decided to mark him up, leave little reminders of you but god, he's so everything.

"right there. s'perfect jay." you tell him, voice filled with lust and genuine adoration. you feel your orgasm creep up on you and he harshly sucks on your little clit and doesn't stop until you're squirming and trying to squeeze your legs together as a way to self-soothe and have the ache subside but it was no use. he doesn't stop until your cum is coating the bottom half of his face and jason's head moves up from between your legs with low eyes that don't peer away from your pussy. it takes a lot in him, everything he has, even to stop himself from eating you out until you're writhing underneath him but you seem pretty spent.

your chest is heaving and you've got these haphazard breaths that stall every few seconds and your skin is warm, covered in a mixture of sweat and your shea butter lotion that's permanently stuck in jason's mind. you kiss him so feverishly that you can taste yourself on his tongue once it enters your mouth and you're moaning into it. he pulls away though, too quickly you think, with swollen, puffy lips and those dazed eyes like he just got some of the best head of his life.

"forgive me?"

you nod once your breathing calms down and your eyes catch the lipstick and hickies all over his neck that scream you're mine.

"guessin' that means you want your dick sucked?"

there's a slight beat of silence before he agrees with you. "fuckin' blue-balled myself f'you. it's only fair."

you roll your eyes before moving from the couch to the carpeted floors infrontt of you and you're on your knees. jason's hand pulls down his pants until they're down to his ankles and he's holdin' up your cute little boho braids up with his hand.

"whatever."

[fic-over-cannon]

Give me a Jason Todd that never fully left the grave. Where he used to run hot, he now runs cold. Not just in a “my body temperature is perpetually a few degrees colder than human” way, but in a “I never fully feel warm” kind of way. The leather jacket isn’t just a fashion statement, it’s to keep the chill out of his bones on Gotham rooftops (it doesn’t work but it’s better than nothing). The gloves aren’t just a forensic countermeasure. They’re there to keep his fingers from going stiff from cold even on warm summer nights. Under his steel toed boots, his socks are made of thick wool so his toes stay warm enough to keep sensation in them.

Give me a Jason Todd that sometimes feels the phantom sensation of wet dirt on his skin. No matter how hard he scrubs the feeling won’t go away. Who can’t wear specific fabrics because they remind him of the silk lining of his coffin. Who sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night and has to turn a light on, the darkness a touch too close to the blackness of the coffin. Who has to sleep with some kind of blade, not because of his training, but because it could be used to lever open a coffin lid.

Give me a Jason Todd that can’t remember what it was like to be buried alive but knows exactly what it feels like. He’s left the grave but it’s never left him.

[sharksandjays]

Messing around with painting styles…

[reddamselette]

“Your hair is getting long. Gonna cut it?” Leo asked, tilting his head to the side as he crossed his ankles and leaned against the headboard, watching from the bed as Jason rinsed his mouth of toothpaste and shut the lights off.

Jason hummed, walking over to Leo before he crawled over him and collapsed onto the bed. He propped his head up against the palm of his hand, blue eyes roaming Leo’s face with a sweet smile. “I don’t think so. We’ll be matching.”

He gripped each side of the sink, his knuckles turning white as his head hung forward and he sniffed through sobs, choking and swallowing thickly each time he drew in a deep breath. Teardrops fell into the sink along with water from soaked hair. Jason’s hair was getting long and Leo wasn’t around to see it and match.

[hazellvsq]

hazel drawing her friends

she doesn't draw leo's face bc she's drawn that same face before and its very weird for her but she'll draw faraway shots of him steering the ship like an 18th century sea captain

she drew festus too, asleep but still frightening

piper's self conscious about being drawn but hazel loves her and loves how she looks and spends a lot of time trying to capture what makes piper so magnetic

she herself is kind of self conscious about drawing reyna or annabeth but she draws them in each other's clothes - reyna in jorts, annabeth in a toga and cape - and they both think its funny as hell

hazel draws reyna's dogs too. they pose for her and everything.

obviously arion is her top model

she draws frank all the time and it makes him blush. she'll draw frank drinking juice and caption it "frank drinking juice"

she drew frank in a world war one uniform for childhood crush reasons but felt like something was missing so she drew him in a plane that was about to crash and ended up getting super invested in the plane detail so its a very dramatic drawing. frank was like "uuhhh why am i getting shot down?" and she was like "clearly you don't understand art???"

she draws nico and gives him better hair bc she's nice

she also gives him a cool vintage car in some pictures. or a vespa.

she won't do a self-portrait

she draws percy destroying the glacier, like if the son of neptune cover was drawn by a non-professional artist.

she had one drawing of jason based on the day that she met him at camp jupiter. it was not a good day for her bc she was newly resurrected and very scared. it is a very good technical drawing of jason, and he looks powerful and strong, but he has intense eyes with no expression behind them and there is a very unnerving feeling to the drawing itself.

to piper and leo it reminds them a little of when jason had amnesia, but this is a drawing of him before that, which is not quite accurate to how hazel perceived him or to how he really was. its probably hazel's best work but it makes her and everyone a little uncomfortable.

[kerstrel]

mini headcanon:

Bruce is STEM-minded. Dick does well enough in school to get by and prefers STEM, much like Bruce.

Then Jason.

Jason loves books. He loves history. Jason is as humanities-oriented as you can get in a kid. Even after he dies, his love of literature doesn't. When Dick needs to relax, he's in the gym flipping and jumping. Jason's in the garden reading.

Jason had been with Bruce for several years after adoption when he had his first public breakdown. He was at the dining table, staring at a big red F on his math exam. And he cried.

Bruce knew Jason had an inferiority complex, but to see it laid out so openly was heart-wrenching.

Tearfully, a sad Jason held up the paper and whispered, "I did my best. Dick said this class was easy. How come when you're good at English, it's only okay? How come you need to be good at math to be smart?"

And Bruce couldn't bring himself to answer.

He wanted to help Jason with math, but he was busy and Dick was busy, so Jason grit his teeth and figured it out on his own. (He barely got a C in the class.)

Later, after the resurrection, Jason is hanging around the manor when Tim rushes inside. His lip is quivering and an essay marked with a bright 63% is clutched in his hand. Instead of lording it over Tim that this one thing came easy to him, Jason sits next to him.

Jason accepts he's the English person in a room full of math geniuses. He talks Tim through the essay because he needed someone to talk him through his own school struggles.

Jason makes the decision to help his brother and Tim manages an A in the class.

And Jason is happy for him. Jason is happy for Tim in his successes and failures. He's there when Tim wins a math award, and there when Tim needs help with an essay.

Jason figured he'd be there since no one was there for him.

[quiidam]

hc that the bat brothers know the exact level of violence they can get away with inflicting on one another before Bruce inevitably steps in and grounds them. just imagining them getting fed up with one another and getting into the quietest fistfights they can manage. a sprained wrist? fine. split lip? no problem. but someone always goes too far and gets too caught up in the moment, and before they know it, there is the telltale crunch of a broken bone. then they're scrambling to wipe up the blood, to pick up everything they've knocked over, apologizing profusely to the other so they don't snitch. and it doesn't matter where they are; the manor or patrolling the city. Bruce is immediately behind them demanding "Explanation. Now."

[ghost-bxrd]

Imagining a point and click game focused on Gotham ambience and atmospheric music, having you navigate life as either a Gothamite or someone who recently moved there, with the option to get in contact with the bats, become one of the rogue’s goons, or even join Red Hood’s gang and work your way to the top 👁️

Each choice you make influences the story, and by then end of it you could be a rogue worse than the Joker, or the catalyst that brought the batfam back together 👀

[chronicwhorebatman]

i was talking abt this on my main in the tags of @frownyalfred's post but like... i can't stop thinking about it

like imagine jason realising for the first time--only when it's too late to undo what has been done--why bruce doesn't like guns. this isn't a moral standpoint as such but a trauma reaction. that despite how bruce holds himself it takes very little to make him eight years old again. that when you point a gun at him there is a part of himself seeing his parents die again.

and like. imagining realising you did that. imagining realising that you did that to your father. i think i'd pass away

[filmtribv]

Boss-Arse-Bitch

TED LASSO 3.02

[godlyrots]

𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄.

PAIRING — college!jasontodd x black!femreader

SYNOPSIS — you choose dare.

WORD COUNT — 1498 words.

WARNINGS + CONTENT — biting, very very sloppy making out. dry humping. pet names, doll, angel, pretty. little praise. super short for my standards. some jealousy. mentions of weed and drinking or alcohol. implied hook up with roy. a bit scattered. little hair pulling. no use of y/n. a little bit awkward cause i hate writing dialogue. might be ooc but let me have this. lots and lots of marking.

you're sat in roy's apartment all in a circle on his dingy carpet that was once a bright orange but turned into a dark brown. his place smelled like stale beer and weed which was obviously roy's doing. he and jason sat on both sides of you while your other friends filled up the remaining spots. both roy and jason go to your university but you don't understand how they even work as friends.

"truth or dare?"

music was soft in the background as some song from roy's playlist was playing to remove the silence from their hangout.

"dare." you shrugged as you took a sip from your cup and roy took some time to decide on what he wanted your dare to be. he knew deep down that jason's chest filled with a warmth when he looked at you, or talked to you or thought to you. his feelings weren't all innocent however, all filthy, filled with thoughts of you pressed against a wall with his hands in fistful of your braids as he rutted his hips against you in a feverish glow. it was seemingly obvious to him but he and jason were best friends so if anyone would know it'd be him.

roy knew jason better than he knew himself. he always kept a mental note of jason's reaction when he saw you walk out of their shared apartment in the early morning before classes with your clothes put on haphazardly, braids a little messy and a dreamy look in your eyes with your neck littered with little purple marks. he just looked at roy with a piercing stare after he left the room shortly after with a white shirt being pulled on quickly after you left. jason already connected the dots as his jaw ticked at the idea of his best friend having a chance with you before he did.

"i dare you to. . ." roy began and somehow you and jason ended up in his room, you on the edge of his bed and he might as well be a galaxy away from you as he's sat with his back against the headrest. you'd be lying to yourself if you thought jason wasn't attractive, with his light eyes and minimal facial hair that made him look absolutely delicious. not to mention the little dimples he had just below the apples of his cheeks. he was just so him and that was so attractive to you and just about anyone with enough sense and eyes.

you chewed on your bottom lip, strawberry flavoured lipgloss making it's way on your tongue and mixing with the slight taste of beer. "i like your shirt." you said and looked at him as he spoke. "thanks," he said and he slowly shifted closer to you but that wasn't even evident to you. he placed a hand near your thigh, you looked down at his hand and noticed the scars. he had one that went across his palm and it filled with callouses and you instinctively took his hand in yours. you knew he was into working out from what roy told you and it showed, his taut muscles were prominent as his shirt clung to his biceps and it made you a bit dizzy. you saw as his veins protruded from his arm, pulsing with each rush of blood through his limbs. god, he was so perfect.

"what are you doing?" jason asked with a laugh that racked though his chest, a deep timbre that you'd never noticed before. had he always been so. . . your type? you didn't even know and maybe this had been a sign that you should've spent the night with him instead of roy, but he was a whole nothing story.

you let out a slight puff of air, "i don't know, lookin' at you i guess." you told him honestly, "you're just really pretty to look at." you admitted to jason and continued to study his features, all of them from each scar to imperfection and how his irises sparkled with a tinge of blue in the dim warm lights of his bedroom. he gave you a little smile before he eyes flashed a darker shade of ocean blue.

"yeah? ya' think i'm pretty doll?"

you nodded with a little smile and jason was nearly pressing against you now, his breath hitting the side of your neck and your hand ended up on his thigh as he took in your scent of vanilla body wash and shea butter location. it was addicting to him.

"you're real pretty too." he said and you reached forward to kiss him, he was even more in love with the way your lips tasted, the sweet strawberry made him quietly moan into your mouth. he pulled your only his lap and left feverish, hectic kisses as he left sloppy, open mouthed kisses on your lips you tried to match his pace and kissed back harder. he's so him. you feel your pulse hammering in your body as he whispered praises to you.

"you're so perfect angel. should've done this ages ago." you feel his heartbeat as your chest is pressed against his and he's so much more desperate now. he rutted his hips into yours as he held your thighs down so that you had no room to squirm or wiggle out from his hold. you gasped as he brought his hips to meet yours with the added barrier of both your clothes. "jesus christ—" his lips met your neck and his pearly white teeth nipped at the flesh of your neck and he left marks that would resemble the purple hues of a painting that belonged in a museum and he wouldn't stop until you were his beautiful piece of art. "you're so needy doll, you want me just as bad as i want you." he chides against the crook of your neck and moaned as you rocked your hips against him working in tandem with his feverish ruts into your clothed cunt. you could feel each movement he made and your body ran hot with each passing minute. yours hand found itself in his beautiful head of hair and you pulled at his espresso locks with every single move he made.

he keeps your skin between his teeth and lips. jason is so desperate to leave his mark on you so that in the morning you won't be able to hide any reminder of him. you feel the ache between your thighs climb to your abdomen as he continues, his lips are stuck to your skin as he grunts with each whimper and moan that leaves your pretty, swollen lips. jason's so obsessed with each sound that leaves your beautiful mouth, they sound like a saccharine melody he can't get out of his mind. "i love all your pretty noises. gotta record 'em so that when i'm missin' you. i'll have something to listen to." he whispered against the shell of your ear and nipped at your ear.

you struggled to get the words out, the coil in your abdomen wound tight as he praised you. "heard you," you gasp as the words as stuck in your throat and he found that sweet spot that made you eyes roll as he took control of your already sporadic movements. "that night when i was with roy— we both did. i know you heard me too, sounded so desperate like you wanted us—me." you corrected your mistake but jason didn't exactly disagree with you. he continued to spur you on, he ignored how careless he was being and was only focused on getting you off.

jason didn't respond, he heard each word you said as they found their place in his mind, always in his memories. he wouldn't lie to himself and fight the fact that he thought about that night often, he laid in bed at night and imagined that he was the one that made you feel that good. he got his lick back though. "probably so close f'me doll. no one else should make you feel this good."

he hummed against your skin, the heat was radiating off of you and he felt the same, his skin was slick with sweat and he was so close. you only nodded and he could feel whatever resolve he had left leaving his body. "do it. cum f'me angel." you felt it come down on you, the fiery hot feeling leaving you to catch your breath as your chest heaved with each move jason made underneath you. you bit down on the flesh of jason's shoulder underneath his shirt to subdue your cries and he moaned lowly as a result. he followed soon after and released in his boxers not embarrassed in the slightest.

"come over tomorrow morning." he nearly demanded, chest unstable as his normally perfectly imperfect hair was a little wet with sweat but he still looked incredible.

"we have classes."

"skip 'em."

[fic-over-cannon]

I always think love takes Jason Todd by surprise. He doesn’t go searching for love, but it sneaks up on him, slips into his life when he’s not looking. It’s so unexpected in the ways it arrives but he always, always makes room for it when it does.

Embracing love and all its possibilities is not without its own difficulties. He worries love is like a searchlight, going room to room in the walls of his heart and the chambers of his mind, illuminating all of the peeling paint and broken glass. That fear makes him shy away instinctively. It takes conscious will and steeled nerves to let himself be known, to be loved, but he does it willingly. Like a moth to a flame, the risk doesn’t deter him from coming back again and again, to get a little bit closer to that source of light.

Love shifts Jason’s outlook. Love doesn’t consume him, doesn’t take him over and possess him completely, but it grounds him. Anchors him to a present safe from the dangers of his past. The welcomed glow of the lighthouse lamp to a ship on storm tossed seas. Love brings Jason back to life in ways he didn’t even realize had withered. It’s not the cold glow of the searchlight, honing in on the evidence of crimes long past, but the warm glow of candle light smoothing over edges and lighting up dusty crevices.

Love steals its way into his heart accidentally, but every loving act Jason commits is done with intention.

[martyrbat]

batman #428 / batman: legends of the dark knight #100

It's over. It's begun. The end of the training and the worry that he wouldn't pass the tests and make the grade, the beginning of a life with meaning. Jason smiles. A bright smile. The kind of smile Robin, The Boy Wonder should have. And he is Robin after all. For now and ever more.

‘Part of me recalls him putting on his costume that first time... the look on his face... his smile... as if it were yesterday. That first time, I must keep it alive... the memory of it. Alive in my heart so that the memory of this... here now... doesn't destroy me. We're together at least. One last time together... as it should be.’