#redhood soft

[gleasonlovesjasontodd]

Imagine waiting for jason to come out of the shower after his patrol but you are already so tired from waiting up for him so you just pass out spread out all over the bed covering his side and yours. Jason walking out his hair still damped as he sees you and his heart melts he changes into his boxers as he moves you so carefully like a porcelain doll as he gets in and immediately you move towards him as you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck and he smiles before falling asleep cause he knows he has you with him

hehehe i hate this kinda but felt bad that i haven’t written something in a while

[dracomalfoyrealwife]

😘😘😘😘

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[gay-dorito-dust]

hmmm just imagine Jason Todd with a girlfriend pretty and kind like an angel and everyone is just shocked because 'how they're a couple??"

Think I went a little of ask for this one 😂 🦦

Jason calls you his angel for a reason.

You’re sweet, you’re kind, you’re downright beautiful/gorgeous and withheld an equally sweet, kind soul that bleeds through everything that you did or said. When you met Jason he was on the cusp of unconsciousness, finding him just slumped at your front door, severely injured. Anyone else who knew better would’ve left him but no, not you. You brought him -THE RedHood- into your house and home out of the kindness of your heart and patched him up as best as you could.

Heaven sent is another name of endearment that Jason called you and it held true on a plethora of occasions where he would find himself being dragged back at your doorstep, and it wasn’t long after that did Jason finally allow himself to pursue a chance at happiness by your side, and he’d be damned if it wasn’t the best decision he’s ever made in his entire life because being with you had been nothing short of a dream for Jason. A dream he never thought he’d get to live with the fucked up ordeal of having came back from the dead.

However when his family manages to catch wind of this because nothing stays secret for long, not by a long shot, their first thought was; how?

This wasn’t a slight towards Jason or his character but they couldn’t help but feel as though they’ve blinked and missed something extremely pivotal for this to have become the end result. They weren’t the only one to share this sentiment though as even Jason would be taken aback by your differences and often wondered if you were too different for your relationship to work.

It does however and it was one of the only times where Jason was grateful for being wrong for getting inside his own head, and just before he possibly ruins the best thing that has ever happened to him in a long, long while by self sabotage too. God only knows how much Jason would’ve hated himself for doing such a heinous thing to someone as underserving of such treatment as you.

So when Dick asks him one day ‘how did you manage to get someone like them?’ Whilst gesturing to you as you talked with the likes of Duke, Stephanie and Cass and getting along. Jason couldn’t think of a clear answer that would be enough to satisfy his brother’s curiosity because how was he meant to answer that question without it sounding generic and unoriginal.

‘Did you use any offhanded tactics to get them to be in a relationship with you?’ Damian asks and Dick gives him a look, only for the younger of the two of them to shrug his shoulders. ‘It was only a simple question Grayson.’

‘Yeah, just not one you ask when your brother comes home for the first time in months, and in a relationship nonetheless with the epitome of sweetness.’ Dick replied before looking over to Jason who was looking over at you with soft yet protective look on his face, but before Dick could say anything about how nothing was going to happen to you whilst in the Wayne Manor, Jason had already found the answer he has been looking for the entire evening.

‘They saved me.’ In the moment he said those words you looked over at him, Dick and Damian and smiled brightly that it never failed to knock the air out of Jason’s lungs upon seeing it. His angel, his heaven sent, the face he is blessed to see first and last thing in the mornings and late nights where he gently scolds you for staying up for him before kisses you in gratitude for doing so anyway.

Dick seemed content with this answer and meanwhile Damian looked visibly indifferent, he made a noise that said that he was also satisfied with this answer, just in time too as you came over to Jason and subtly held his pinkie with your own as you kissed his cheek. ‘You didn’t to tell me how cool your siblings were Jay!’ You began when Dick decided to join in on it too as he looked as Jason, betrayed. ‘You didn’t? Why not? Is it because you want your lovely partner to always be biased towards you?’ He pouts.

You chuckled and patted Jason on the bicep as you addressed Dick. ‘I’m always going to be bias towards my Jason.’ You admitted, causing a wave of warmth to flood Jason’s entire body upon hearing your confident confession. ‘For he is simply the best man I have ever met and that will never change.’

‘Never?’ Dick asked.

‘Never.’ You answered.

‘Even if he may be in the wrong sometimes?’ Damian asked this time and you shrugged, still smiling. ‘Not all of us are perfect beings and that’s a reality I’d accept rather than one where we’re all without flaw, physical or otherwise.’ Jason felt as though he might combust from your words alone but managed to compose himself enough to press a kiss to your temple to whisper against it. ‘Thank you baby.’

‘Anything for you Jaybirdie.’ You responded in kind, feeling him take hold of your hand, intertwining your fingers together as you rested your head against his bicep as you both continued to talk with Damian and Dick.

Yours and Jason’s relationship may not be what many expected it to be or make logical but why should it when you and Jason were more than happy together?

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Platonic Yandere Jason w/ Batsis darling

A/N: This is supposed to be post death and all that.. Like he's just trying to integrate back into his family and society but it's been hell. His batsis is the one thing that is actually helping him through it thus becoming over attached. He's obsessed with being normal again..for you. (Any Jason Todd)

Warnings: Rather soft yandere actually. but i guess obsession and possessive tendencies.

Requests: always open. please read pinned post which is the masterlist

Masterlist

Yandere Jason Todd who finds an immeasurable amount of comfort and stability in his Batsis. He doesn't particularly understands or even knows why he does but he does.

He still feels awkward and out of place with the rest of batfam. He feels anxious, judged and annoyed around them. It overwhelms him and stresses him to the point of mental breaks. But you ground him. You don't make sudden movements or loud sounds. You don't ask invasive questions or bring up past memories. You're gentle and mindful of him.

The others try bonding but they never fail to eventually overstep boundaries and cause more wounds. He's appreciative of you.

Yandere Jason who cannot help but get possessive over you. He hates when his other siblings command your attention over his. It boils him. I like to think he's constantly comparing himself to them. How normal and fun they are in contrast. He wants to be just like them and do fun things again...but he just cant...not yet. He especially despises Dick and just how pretty and perfect his older brother is. This often causes fights between the two. You and him have tons of inside jokes, secret handshakes and hangouts often. Jay wants that too.

Jason is fearful of going in public with you. He's been craving that local diner spot and love to treat you as a thank you but he doesn't want the stares. He's riddled with scars and looms over everything. He really don’t want his sis to be ridiculed and questioned on his behalf.

Jay tries his best to keep you locked in the house with him. He tries pulling you away from them as much as possible but he feels guilty. This is a miserable life and he doesn't want that was misery on you too, but he just cannot bear you being with them instead. Sometimes he'll offer to sneak out late at night and hang on rooftops with you, but he knows it's nothing compared to the arcades and parties you're missing out on.

He does try very hard to come out of his shell on your birthdays or times like Christmas ect.. He wants to be a good brother and give back how kind you've been towards him. Whatever will make you happy, he'll power through it.

Yandere Redhood who goes after the people that make you cry or feel unsafe. He knows what he promised Bruce but it's to keep is sibling safe. Bruce would understand if he went through even half of the traumatic experiences he did. You have to cut off potential threats at the roots. That's how you prevent lunatics like the joker and to keep souls like you pure.

Yandere Jason Todd who is adorably obsessed with your room. He hasn't done much decorating to his. It's boring and bland, he doesn't remember much of what he liked as a kid before everything happened. But yours is covered in personality. Books, figures, plushies and tons of posters...it's cute. He likes it a lot. Sometimes he just sits in there, even when you're not home because it makes him feel nostalgic? In a good way, it gives him a warm glimpse into what his life could've been as a teen/young adult. Plus it's filled with all the things you love which by default he loves it too. I like to think he steals trinkets from your room that you love the most when he's anxious.

Like you've come home before to him in the corner of his room with one of your big plushies in his arms during an episode. It smells like you it grounds him back into reality. Whatever he's seeing in his head isn't real, but you are. You signify safety.

Yandere Jason who mimics anything you do to learn how to act normal. He doesn't mean to but he spends so much time either with you or lurking near by. Your food options are a major thing is copies. He's often overwhelmed by the many choices in store so when he's hungry, he'll just pick up anything he's remembered you eating. Even if he didn’t like it much.

He doesn't realizes these habits are a bit strange. enviably, one of the other siblings poke fun at him for how his face scrunches up at the taste of your favorite snack. They laughed how he should just get things he likes instead of trying to copy you all the time. They weren't trying to be cruel, just playing like siblings do but it made his world crumble. Was that really strange? Jason didn't mean to make you feel weird. Did you feel weirded out by it, have you been telling the other siblings how bothered you were by his antics?

"Jason, its okay. It's seriously not a big deal, it's slightly odd but i don't mind." You tried reassuring him but it just confirmed his thoughts.

You did think it was weird. That he was weird. You laugh about him behind his back all the time, don’t you?

He knows he's a bit off the drum. He knows he's an embarrassment but a deluded part of him thought maybe the difference wasn't as big as he made it out to be. It was just paranoia. guess..not. He's shattered. His one safe space wasn't real. He wasn’t good enough like the others….yet.

Yandere Jason has to become like a normal brother for you. He needs to be like Dick and Tim. He needs you to think he's cool and fun to be around. He needs to be a good brother...one you're not weirded out by.

[sandy-writing]

all those fics where the JL thinks nightwing and batman are together when really what we need is the entirety of gothams crime scene thinking redhood is in batmans bed very night.

(he's not, they are both very repulsed by this notion but what are they gonna do?? they can't just turn around and claim each other as family)

im thinking about how crime alley views Redhood and you guys get to hear about it!

so redhood's like the only bat-sanctioned crimelord right? he fucks with the robins and is still alive, he went toe-to-toe with batman (several times) and walked away from it, but also he implemented a no-bats rule and they (sort of) followed it!!

to us that makes sense, knowing that Jason's Jason and he's part of the batfam- to the rest of the city this new guy shows up, starts up his own gang, takes over crime alley and now THE Batman is listening to him??

Can you imagine how scary that would make him seem? to everyone else he has no relation whatsoever to them- this mans just powerful enough to control *the fucking batman*.

i havent actually read many comics but no wonder i only every hear about maybe 2 other crimelords. all the littler guys wouldve been squished when jason showed up. half his top guys were probably running their own very successful mafias and eventually decided it would be a whole lot smarter to join the guy than stand in his way.

plus hes achieving all the usual gang stuff without the fallout (trafficking drugs- but making sure they're clean and not sold to children, letting the streetgirls work- and giving them places to stay and protection from their clients, he probably gives streetkids odd jobs and things to do in exchange for food and somewhere to stay)

[josnhoes]

Platonic!Yan batfam with young adult reader. Part 3

[Part 2]

Note: Reader is 18-22 years old. Gn reader

Content warning: being treated like a child, being looked down on, stalking, obsessions, soft yandere but still a yandere, reader has memory issues and it's ambiguous as to why, drugging, mentioned abduction, delusional batfam, batfam as a whole basically view you as a child younger then Damien despite you being older, cursing, violence by reader!

Focus on Jason

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You never liked working the night shift, the walk home was always creepy. A constant impending doom on your shoulder. Sure lately you had the Bats watching you, but tonight they seemed to be missing. You debated on calling a taxi yet you knew at night alone a taxi could be more dangerous then walking. At least when you walk if need be you can try and run.

You passed by a store with TVs in the windows, the news on several of the screens warning of an escape at Arkham. No wonder the bats were missing and the street was empty. You pulled out and gripped the taser your friend had given you tightly in your hand. It was a high voltage one, strong enough to drop a large man, maybe even killer croc the issue was you had to be close by. Still the protection or the hint of it soothed some of your nerves as you sprinted home.

Coming up to your apartment door and without incident had you nearly crying in relief. You began to unlock your door quickly when you felt a hand on your shoulder. It was definitely the paranoia from the news and the late night that made you whip around and jab the taser into whoever it was.

They dropped like a sack of wet flour to your feet unconscious, and you realized who you just tazed. "Oh God...oh God! I just tazed the Redhood, oh fuck oh fuck..." So much for getting home without incident.

Jason came to a faded tingling in his limbs and... his mask on his face? He sat up ready to go on the attack until he saw you. Then he remembered you had tazed him. His sweet little sibling had *tazed* him. He didn't know if he should be proud or worried you had a taser so strong.

You were asleep on the old recliner while he had been laid on the sofa. He recognized some aches, you must have dragged him in. He was impressed you managed to move him on your own. But he'd have to talk to you about not bringing strays into the house. This time it was him but what if it hadn't been him?

Jason groaned because he knew the family would see this whole incident. If not from his mask footage, then from the many cameras Replacement had placed around the apartment and outside it. "Fuck..." He was never going to hear the end of it.

At the sound of a foreign voice you jolted awake and looked at him scared. "Please don't be mad?" Your voice was small, and if he hadn't been paying attention to you he would have missed it.

"Normally folks start with a sorry. But I'll let it slide this time." He was doing his best not to show his softness to you. He wanted to scoup you up and praise you for defending yourself. But another part of him *hated* the fact you had had to do it at all.

"I'm sorry! I... I saw the news about the Arkham break out on the way home and when someone...you touched me I panicked."

He couldn't tell if you were feeling guilty for hurting him or scared he'd hurt you in return. "You got good reaction time kid. What the fuck were you doing out though?" Most employers had safe rooms or an office in the back that employees could hide in during a break out. Usually it was just an at night situation since the day time was usually safe to travel.

"I had to get home. I didn't know about the break out until halfway home, and I was already closer to home than work. It was smarter for me to run home than double back." It was a logical choice on your end, but he still didn't like it.

"Normally I'd be pissed at this," No he wouldn't have not with them his baby sibling. "But given the situation and the fact you brought me inside and left my helmet on I'll let it slide."

He knew he didn't have the usual clean record the bat brood had. Publicly, he was an anti-hero and crime lord. Sure, he hadn't killed anyone recently, but the civilians were always wary because they knew it was on the table for him. It wasn't. He was *trying* to be better, but most didn't see it that way.

"Really?" The hopeful and pathetic look on your face made him chuckle. An action that he knew with the voice modulator was intimidating.

"Really. I'm not even going to tell you to be more careful next time. You need reactions like that in Gotham." They didn't need them, not much longer. The family would keep them safe. He wouldn't fail them like the family had him. In fact... "But, since I *am* the injured party. You're going to let me stay here tonight."

"What? Shouldn't you be out fighting?" You almost seemed desperate to get him out. That was okay he knew you were just scared and shaken from tonight's events.

"That taser did a bit more damage than I expected. I go out now, I would be a liability." That was a lie not that he'd ever let you find that out. "Besides wouldn't it be better to have someone here with you?" He knew you were scared, more scared of the rogues than him.

"But... fine! You get the sofa tonight." You tried so hard to keep some semblance of control in this, that was cute.

"You got it, Sparky." He laughed as you bristled at the nickname. He'd keep you safe, and even if Bruce wanted to, Jason would be free from any scolding. After all, he had been tasked with playing gaurd tonight, from a distance... but this was far more effective. He wouldn't let you die, not like he had, Jason would burn Gotham before he let that happen.

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

my love has no direction (and my anger is a vice)

love is not designed for the cynical - series masterlist here

pairing: jason todd x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1k

genre: hurt/comfort, angst (happy ending)

warnings: reader is physically injured but it doesn't specify the cause, jason is big protective and tries so so hard to be gentle

a/n: alright alright y'all know the drill there's more written lemme know if you want it

You're staring at your reflection in the mirror, gnawing your bottom lip as you wonder how you'll explain the bruises across your cheekbone and around your eye. You hope, somewhere in the back of your mind, that Jason doesn't get back when he says he will - that whatever work he's away doing as Redhood will take just a few extra days and you'll heal enough to be able to hide it.

Your thoughts screech to a halt, though, when the man himself steps into the doorway of the bathroom and lets his duffle bag drop to the floor when he sees you.

"Who the fuck did this to you?" Jason questions immediately as he stares at you, his eyes trailing over your form, scanning for more injuries. Instinctively, you go to cover your wrist and forearm, cursing internally when you realize that the only thing that did was bring his attention to the hand-shaped bruises littering your skin.

"Hi," you say quietly. "...how was your trip?" Jason all but snarls and stalks toward you, bringing his hand to your face so that he can gently, gently, hold your chin with his thumb and forefinger and tilt your head, examining the bruises. You can tell he's noticed the small cuts from rings making contact with your skin when his jaw clenches even more and his eyes focus on yours.

"Baby," he starts, and the edge in his voice makes you still. He's angry, you realize, in a way you've never seen before. It's right there, under the surface, straining to get out, and the only thing stopping it is the fact that you haven't given him a direction to shoot in yet. "You are not going to pretend this is fine. We are not ignoring this. You need to tell me what happened."

"I know, Jase," you respond, shoulders slumping. You're tired, he realizes, and it's most likely that the adrenaline of whatever happened is wearing off. He slides an arm around you and lets you lean into him, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "I just… I'm not just deflecting, you know. You're okay? Everything went okay?"

"Nothing worse than some scrapes" he soothes, going to wrap his other arm around your waist. You flinch, though, small enough that he wouldn't notice if he wasn't so attuned to you. But you're you, his person, and every fibre of his being is trained on you right now. So, of course, he notices. He notices the way you ever so slightly suck in a breath and tense in his arms.

"Baby…" he begins. You drop your gaze away from his. "Let me see, yea? We can wait to talk about what happened until you're ready, but I gotta make sure you're okay."

"I am okay," you mumble, still determinedly keeping your eyes away from his as you fiddle with the front of his Redhood armour.

"Can I check?" he prompts, and he's so gentle about it, so soft and caring and loving that it makes your bottom lip tremble. You nod in response and he presses a kiss against your forehead, murmuring thanks into your skin.

You step away from him so that you can begin to lift yourself onto the counter, but Jason makes a strained sort of noise and stops you, instead lifting you gently up onto it, keeping a careful eye on you to ensure he's not hurting you at all. Once you're sat on the counter, you spread your legs so that he can slot his hips between them and he places his hands on either side of your hips.

"Can I lift your shirt, sweetheart?" he asks softly and the whole thing, how kind and considerate he's being, chips away at you a little too much. Your breath hitches and your hands tighten their grip on the counter and you rip your gaze away from his.

"You just got home, Jase. You gotta be tired - why don't you shower, get out of your armour and stuff. We can do this later."

"Baby," Jason sighs as he cups your unbruised cheek in his palm and brings your face back to his. When you realize you can't avoid his gaze anymore you simply close your eyes, refusing to see the way he looks at you. "Can you look at me, sweetheart? Come on, hey, I'm here to keep you safe, yea? I'm gonna help you. I'm gotta make sure you're alright."

And that's all it takes for a sob to make its way out of your throat. You move to hide your face in your hands as you begin to cry, but Jason stops you gently, using a hand on the back of your head to guide you into his chest, letting you bury your face there and weep.

"Shh, shh, baby. It's okay. You go ahead and cry, get it all out. You're safe now, yea? I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." Jason soothes as your hands grab at the jacket that serves as the outer layer of his armour. Truth be told, he is tired. He was away for a week dealing with this job and he can feel the way his body is aching and his head is swimming with exhaustion. But none of that, nothing else in the world matters when he has you, bruised and bloody and weeping into his chest.

Truthfully, there's not much that scares him more than this, and seeing you in this state has him rattled, forcing his own tiredness to the back of his mind. You, his baby, who is always so brave and stoic, who he remembers as a teenager getting into street fights and laughing through a mouthful of blood on several occasions, is trembling in his arms from fear and exhaustion and he's not even sure what else because he doesn't know what happened and you're in no state to tell him. So all he can do is stand there, keeping you in his arms and whispering any sort of reassurance he can think of into your hair. His aching legs be damned, there is nothing, nothing, that is going to make him move an inch until you are good and ready.

[lovelylonelymoonlight]

Like Jason is angry and lashing out and begging his father to prove he loves him with bloody hands

And Bruce’s love isn’t violent

So Jason thinks his dad didn’t care Doesn’t care

And this is when (if dc were good writers) Bruce would be gentle with him. Would hold his face and thank whoever he needs to that his son is back. To gently wash the blood from his son’s hands and beg him not to dirty them again, only to clean them over and over again no matter what. For Bruce to use his fucking words like a big boy and tell Jason that no matter what, no matter how many the redhood kills, that he will always love Jason

And Jason, who doesn’t want to be loved violently, who loves just as soft as Bruce does. Would be validated, maybe not in the way he thought he needed to be but still ultimately validated

[haveihitanerve]

I had an idea the other day of Nightwing and Redhood getting de-aged to their Robin ages (so both robin)& Bruce taking them to the watchtower because he can't leave them at home lmao- not sure what you'd do with that idea but tis simply something I thought about

okay so because I absolutely adore this but also have someplace to be rn, its gonna be a timed write(ugh back to my english class days) and imma write this is eight minutes so no promises actually this might be really bad but here we go

Bruce didn't know exactly how it had happened. He had just... woken up. And boom there were two small, tiny little robins in his bed, curled against his side like back when they were younger. Dick's hair was silky soft as he ran his hand through it, and Jason was so small, his little head pressed against Bruce's chest. Then they woke up.

"Who is that." Dick's voice was flat. Hard. Bruce bit back a sigh. "Dickie, this is Jason. Your brother." "No he's not." Dick wasn't budging. Bruce fought his huff of annoyance. "Chum, you have to accept that he is your brother. I've already explained it to you. Try to be nice. Please?" Dick glowered at Jason, the other boy unaware as he munched his cereal on Bruce's other side, a book in his other hand.

Bruce smiled fondly and ran a hand through Jason's hair, pressing a kiss to his head. Jason smiled automatically at the gesture, though his eyes didn't leave the page. Bruce realized his mistake a second too late and quickly nudged the kitchen knives away before Dick could reach for them. He tugged his oldest son into his lap instead, despite the boys protests, and rained kisses onto him as an apology.

Dick was laughing by the time he finished, and even ate his breakfast quietly, sitting right next to Jason, and didn't try any physical violence. Bruce wasn't close to enough to hear if any emotional violence had been implemented though, having stood to clean the dishes. His phone vibrated, and he sighed as he spotted the call from Hal. League meeting. Right.

Bruce glanced at the two boys sitting at the table. Dick had stolen Jason's book and was in the process of pretending to pour orange juice over it, while Jason screamed, a butter knife in one hand. Yeah... he could not leave them home alone.

"Is that-?" "are those-?" The whispers started the second he breached the Watchtower, and the way they quickly silenced revealed that they had been happening the whole ride up the elevator. "Stay close to me boys." he murmured. Jason immediately latched to his leg, eyeing the heroes they passed warily. Dick, on the other hand, skipped ahead, until he realized that put him at a greater distance away from his dad than the "replacement" as he had called Jason. Then he did two flips and jumped onto Bruce's shoulders.

Bruce sighed. "Chum, play nice." Dick stuck his tongue out as Bruce settled into his chair, pulling Jason up to sit on his lap as Dick remained on his shoulders. The League blinked at him owlishly. Dick hissed. Jason smiled shyly. "They were hit with a de-aging spell." Bruce answered apologetically with a wince. "Sorry, I can't leave them home alone or one of them will kill the other."

Barry chuckled. "Yeah. Don't worry B, we get it. Red Hood is damn scary." "Poor Nightwing." Dinah murmured. Bruce snorted. "Oh, no no no. Night would be the one doing the murdering." He chuckled, pointing to the child sitting on his head. "Its little Hood I'm worried for."

[boringsickness]

Tim is on his way to home when he get sent a few articles about his brother, Jason, and...his boyfriend? he squints, stopping and looking better. They're having lunch or something, they seem to be a lil too much into the conversation and Tim feels something ugly twisting in his stomach.

He ignores it, pocket the phone and go straight to the house to talk with his boyfriend. That's it, if only his boyfriend wasn't actively fighting Jason. When his older brother goes for the hit, Tim sprints and grabs his arm.

"what the fuck are you doing."

They stare at each other, Bernard blinks between the two before actually taking in the situation and grinning. Taking off Tim's hand from Jason's arm and going for a hug.

Tim is stiff, but reciprocate. The same ugly feeling more intese.

"explain?", Tim tries to soften his tone but he doesn't seem to be doing a good job. He can easily tell by Jason's raised eyebrows, almost grinning, and Bernard furrowed ones.

"Oh! yes. sure." Bernard clears his throat, stepping back and going into the story.

SO, apparently, Jason as RedHood stumbled a bit too much into their house for help after some nasty injuries but Tim was on patrol. Bernard, used to patch up his boyfriend, started to help Jason, too. Not before going for a hit, the first time, because he thought the nightmares were becoming real.

"ah." Tim simply says.

"Blondie can't fight—yeah, ik the story, but you can't /actually/ fight one of us. So, i get patched up and he gets training."

Bernard smiles at his boyfriend awkwardly, hand on the back of his neck.

Tim looks between him, feeling better but not by much, and his brother. Jason rolls his eyes, gets his stuff and gets out, understanding.

"Are you mad? i wanted to surprise you, so you could stop worrying about me too, on patrols."

Tim shakes his head, still stunned. He's not mad, maybe a bit sad that he didn't know and disappointed that he didn't catch up on it before— he doesn't exactly know how he feels.

then, he remembers the articles and takes his phone, to look at it. Bernard looks at it too, before realising.

"Tim, baby...are you jealous?"

"No!"

The reply is too quick, too defensive and Bernard now is openly grinning...fuck.

"Oh, my precious baby" Bernard starts, but Tim interrupt him with a "stop." and a very visible pout.

Bernard laughs, cupping his face and leaving a kiss on his pouty lips.

"He just met me there by chance and decided that it was the perfect place to arrange a schedule for trainings."

Tim avoids his eyes, embarrassed. "Yeah, i got that...After, but i did."

Bernard gently hums, moving his head to meet his eyes.

"I love you. You, Tim Drake— do i have to add 'wayne'? nevermind." He shakes his head, as if going back on track. "I love only you. You're my boyfriend, my little deranged and hot vigilante /and/ love of my life."

Tim melts, leaning to kiss Bernard and circle his waist with his arms.

"I love you too, Bear. So fucking much."

Bernard smiles in the kiss, forehead resting on Tim's. "I know"

"wait– /I'm/ the deranged one???"

"well, I'm the weirdo. you gotta be the deranged."

"...shut up, weirdo"

Bernard's laughs is cut of by a pair of soft lips.

[florisa6s]

A idea- Jason and Damian

I feel like Jason would have a soft spot for Damian like after Damian is scolded Jason cuddles and comforts him and they both try to hide it from everyone so only they know.

Before galas Jason would fix Damians suit and start listing put advice on how to avoid annoying people, sneak off and to mess with people or sometimes during patrol Jason would slide Damian more food (at this point he has a snack pocket that Damian is constantly checking whenever their alone. People just see Robin digging in RedHoods pocket like a child trying to steal candy) Damian would watch out for Jason by checking on him after patrol using his own bugs he left on Jason (Jason definitely knows about them) or Damian buys him better items like weapons, medical supplies or clothes and Jason would read Damian books almost every night (or when he's free)

They both would rather die then let any of the other bats know about it. (They do it in front of Tim just to mess with him)

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Jason: I love you little brother give me a hug

Damian: Jason...Big brother!

*hugs*

Tim: ...OKAY WHAT THE FUC-

*later*

Tim: Dick I'm telling the truth they were cuddling, cuddling!

Dick: sshh, shh it's okay your big brother is here, let's go get you to bed-

Tim: God damnit I'm not sleep deprived I saw it!

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I love the idea of Jason and Damian just gaslighting Tim. (Both learned how to gaslight people by Talia)

[gleasonlovesjasontodd]

Jason is just the sweetest boyfriend who helps you put on your jewelry. Buys you anything you want and notices when you like something and he secretly buys it. Gives you the sweetest kisses. Reads you poetry in the softest voice. He loves playing with your hair. When he comes home he is always very careful not to wake you up. Sleeps closer to the door. Gives the best forehead kisses. Loves to rub your hand with his thumb. Always ties your shoelaces for you even when you say you can do it. Helps you zip and unzip your dress when you need help. Learns to tie a bow for you. Walks closer on the sidewalk for you. Wipes your tears away and gives you the biggest hug. Lets you wear his jacket no matter how cold he is

he would just be the best boyfriend ever

[assassinmidnight]

Flufftober day 7, Hoodie weather

Jason/RedHood xVigilante!AFAB!Reader

Reader's vigilante name is Score

Not proof read, I have dyslexia and a test in like 10 days(sorry for any mistakes)(This really got away from me)

Summery: You and Jason decide to have one last ice cream date before autumn truly arrives.

The autumn leaves fall around you and Jason as the path leads you down to the plaza. He’d promised to take you out for one last ice cream date before it got too cold, although you had argued that it already was. He’d managed to convince you after giving you his red hood hoodie(You had told him it was silly that he had merch of himself) but he’d said it was comfy, you had the sneaking suspicion that he actually just wanted you to wear it as a brand of sorts, since it was the only hoodie he let you borrow since he got it. “So are you feeling like Gelato or classic ice cream?” He turns to you, a soft smile on his lips, your heart flutters slightly at the sight. Tousled hair, green eyes filled with adoration and his nose, a bit crooked after having been broken one too many times. The fearsome red hood wasn’t so scary in the daylight. 

“What are you staring at?” His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, his eyes now looking a bit worried and his head tilted slightly. Cupping his cheek you give him a soft kiss before responding, “Only admiring the beauty in front of me,” a slight blush rises on his cheeks, the sudden heat spreading to your hand. He grabs your hand, kissing your inner wrist before starting his walk to the ice cream parlour, hand still interconnected with yours. Now it was your turn to blush, at the eye contact he’d kept as he kissed your wrist, at the realisation that you had stopped to admire him only to be caught so easily and at the tingling feeling left on your hand from holding his cheek.

The heat remains in your hand as the two of you enter the parlour and you remain somewhat silent as Jason looks over the ice cream flavours. With Halloween coming up a bunch of clickbait worthy flavours had been scrawled across the blackboard menu, along with a few pumpkins and bats. You spot the drawing of something called Red Hood’s bullets . It's a two scoop ice cream with dark chocolate and red velvet, topped with red coloured whipped cream with bat sprinkles. Jason lets out a snicker beside you and points to the bottom left, just under Nightwing’s night, where Score’s score was written. The ice cream was two scoops, vanilla and lemon with bat sprinkles on top, did they only have bat sprinkles in Gotham? 

“Kinda stupid that they made an ice cream after you but got your colours all wrong,” Jason whispered in your ear, he was right. Your vigilante outfit had been designed by Jason and was all black except for a red bat on the back, but considering the fact that you weren’t full time (at Jason’s request) and that they had only seen you at a Wayne masquerade that had gone south (You’d been wearing a golden dress with a golden mask to match) it wasn’t too surprising that they had given you such a cherry ice cream. “You’re getting it, I assume?” you quirked a brow at your boyfriend who gave his naturally annoying grin, “Of course babe.”

“Now what can I get for the lovely lady?” The cashier looks to be the same age as both you and Jason, early to mid-twenties, blonde hair and light blue eyes. “She’ll have a Red Hood's bullets and I’ll have Score’s score” Jason replied, grabbing your hip and pulling you into his side. The cashier only looks him over once before turning back to you “Big red hood fan?” You look a bit confused before you spot him pointing at yourJason’s hoodie, “Yeah, probably his biggest fan,” you felt how Jason puffed out at the comment. “Yeah? I’m a pretty big fan too, I actually know him,” the boy smirked as he spoke, you could feel Jason stiffen beside you a bit, annoyed. “Babe, I’ll pay this time,” Jason looked down at you lovingly, clearly masking his irritation with the cashier, you nod quietly. As the boy hands over the ice cream cones to you both, his fingers linger on top of yours as he says “I can get you a meeting with him.” Before you get a chance to respond, Jason clears his throat “Really, I thought Red hood only spoke with criminals,” the cashier grew flustered, the accusation clear, and with Jason’s baritone voice it was loud enough to catch the attention of a few customers and staff. The cashier, spurred on by the scowl on Jason’s face, quickly wished you both a pleasant day. You smiled at Jason and, hand in hand, walked out of the parlour.

After leaving the parlour, walking with your ice creams and admiring the scenic beauty that Gotham so rarely has,  you sense Jason’s eyes on you. “What is it?” When you turn to him, you see that glint that he always has when he's extra happy, “You look really good in my hoodie,” you let out a giggle before responding “Well it’s perfect hoodie weather.” And it really was, with ice cream, Jason and the autumn leaves, it was just the right temperature for a hoodie.

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*I DO NOT ALLOW THE PLAGIARISM OF MY WORK, FOR IT TO BE USED IN AI OR FOR IT TO BE REPOSTED ELSEWHERE*

[golden-buddle]

I admittedly am not up on the cryptid batfam, so if I am remembering wrong, that is why. :p There's a monster under the bed. Children know it. Especially the children whose parents aren't kind. Whose parents lash out and abuse. There's a monster under the bed, who will not let children in its territory get harmed. (Redhood is the thing that lurks under the bed, to the woe of any abusive caretaker. However feel free to choose whoever fits your muse if it strikes.)

ohoho..

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There was a Monster Under the Bed.

Every child in Gotham knew it, every child in Gotham has seen it.

It’s a young spirit, the older kids whisper at recess. Just like it’s sire had taken it, it will take you. The murmur louder, in hopes of scaring those who were listening in. But they’re leaving out something very important. That the Monster would never take anyone that didn’t willingly climb into its grasp.

The Monster is big, the monster is scary, it smells like copper and drips blood everywhere, but it isn’t scary. Not in the ways the children who needed it the most would see.

The Monster was big, and the Monster was perfect for those who needed to hide. For those who climbed under their own beds in hopes that their guardians, if the word could be used, wouldn’t see them just that night.

Whenever that would happen, when an adult would stomp down a hallway, their words carrying a drunken slur or an angry tone, the child would get desperate, they would throw away their blankets, grab their pillows and favorite toys, and climb off their bed.

They would crawl under the bed, murmuring ‘Please, I need help, please-‘ and curl up in the corner.

The shadows under the bed would coalesce, curl around the child in a soft embrace and to drown out the angry noises of any nearby adult.

As the shadows would whisper to the child, telling story after story, wind would swirl in child’s room. Curling and wisping in anger, the Monster would climb out from under the bed.

The shadows would warp, creaking and groaning as the giant figure clawed and deformed itself to get out of the small area.

Blood would drip from its stripped skull, it’s face streaked with so much blood that only the whites of its glowing eyes could be seen. No mouth, no nose, nothing but the glowing visage of haunted and angry eyes could be seen.

If the adult was wise, if they only had listened to the murmurs of their colleagues, they would recognize the creaks of the walls as the warning it was.

But not all adults are bright enough to realize that, not all of them were sober enough to flee the hissing rattle of a snake.

Some open their child’s doors, whether it’s by force or something else, and the lights of the hallway would shine in.

They would see It, the Bloody Hood of the shadows, second Eldest of the Gotham’s Knight, and they would scream.

Underneath their bed, the child would be lulled to sleep by the soft lullabies and rocking of the shadows, but outside the bed, the Bloody Hood would feast.

Both on the blood it was named after, and the aftertaste of fear that still clung to the air.

But once it was full, once it’s prey was drained off all it could give, the Hood would return back to the bed. It would break its bones, twisting and squeezing into the bed it came out of to whisk the child away.

Whereever it was talking the child, said child would never have to worry about the person who sent them running to the monster that dripped with blood.

[gay-dorito-dust]

*The story would be like *Unter the red hood* where Jason sees the reader when he fights Bruce and Dick… I don't know what to add srry

This song got me into the headspace whilst writing this along with Mr Loverman. 🦦also I’m adding the fact that reader knows Jason during his time as Robin cuz I can.

Jason had taken many things into account with his plan but the one thing he didn’t however was seeing you again, and god were you still as beautiful and or handsome as the least time he saw you, a little worn and tired and yet you were still you; Fierce, powerful, kind, sweet, loving, generous, you.

His Achilles heel, now and forever.

He still remembers the times where he would always go to you whenever he got himself injured from crime fighting with Bruce and was too stubborn to accept medical treatment. He always did prefer your approach to patching him up, scolding him for his sheer recklessness whilst still being tender with his wounds, telling him with sarcasm that you much prefer to have him alive rather then dead at your fire escape.

To which he laughed despite it hurting his fractured ribs. ‘You worry too much about me, buttercup. If I didn’t know any better I would start to think that you care for me more than a friend.’ He teased, nudging you in the side with his good arm. You scoffed but you neither denied nor confirmed that you did in fact care for him more than a friend because you genuinely thought at the time that you would have enough time to tell him.

You were wrong…Jason died not long after.

You grieved hard and for so long afterwards, always sitting on rooftops by yourself whenever you missed him more then most days, only to feel your heart break even harder and before you knew it you were crying, crying your heart out in pain, anger and loss at the very city that ruthlessly took him from you until your throat went hoarse or your eyes had no more tears to shed. You didn’t want to believe that Jason was gone, never to come back and greet you on the fire escape with that cheeky smile despite being conceded in cuts and bruises.

Even now you still look out towards the fire escape whenever you heard a peculiar noise coming from there, thinking that this was the one, this was the moment where everything went back to normal, that you would see Jason again and that everyone was lying to you. Only to be disappointed every single time.

So to be stood here now, across from the man known as RedHood, something about him strikes familiarity in you but yet felt forgein at the same time.

‘Buttercup?’ RedHood asked in disbelief and your eyes widened. Only Jason called you that nickname and when he did, it felt like home. So when RedHood said it, it made you feel the exact same way. ‘Jason?’ You whispered tentatively, almost as though you were expecting for that small glimmer of hope that you desperately held onto to be shattered into a million pieces. ‘You’re alive?’ You added.

‘Came just as a surprise to me too.’ He replied strongly, only for his voice to grow soft when he then said, ‘I’m sorry that we never got enough time…I just thought-‘

‘That we would have enough time?’ You interrupted, smiling at him bitter sweetly, already having had similar enough thoughts yourself. There wasn’t a single moment in your life after his death did you think about whether or not things would’ve played out differently had you told him, or how his death would hurt you even more then it already did had you told him that night.

Now that he was right in front of you, it felt as though far was giving you that chance to find out but you were frozen to the spot. You knew this man was Jason, he was practically telling you with his body that he was but he was too different from everything that had happened to him, he’s been through things that you could only being to imagine.

He was your Jason but he also wasn’t.

‘Yeah.’ Jason said defeatedly, wishing to go back to the night where you first met, two young and naive kids who had no clue of what the future held for them and how it would tear them apart in the worst ways, only to bring them back together in the most unlikely circumstance but this time on opposing sides.

Silence befell you both, allowing for everything to sink in but it didn’t prove in making anything that happened before your fated reunion any better, it didn’t take away the hurt and the grief you felt nor did it take away the pain and the anguish that Jason felt. Seeing each other again didn’t magically heal either of you, if anything it made you incredibly numb to anything and everything that could possibly come next.

‘Nightshade, any visual on the RedHood?’ Bruce asked through the intercom and just like that the peace was shattered and the reason why you were here in the first place was revitalised. ‘Negative Batman. I lost him after he blindsided me.’ You replied, eyes still locked onto to Jason as you headed Bruce’s next chain of command before switching off your intercom, consequences be damned, you’ll deal with what’s to come later; As for now all you wanted to do was ingrained this version of Jason to memory before you were destined to part ways once again.

‘You should go, I’ve given you a brief window to escape but it won’t be long before he figures out somethings amiss.’ You told the vigilante, just about getting ready to leave when he desperately grabbed at your arm. ‘That’s it? You’re just going to leave after finding out I’m alive? Do you even care?!’ Jason roared and it was enough for you to snap because how dare he think that you didn’t care about him when he was all you ever thought about after his untimely death. ‘I always fucking care about you Jason!’ You exclaimed. ‘No! I fucking loved you but you died! You fucking died. I told you that you’d get killed one day and but you didn’t listen! You never listen! Do you know how much i grieved for you, mourned for you!? I became a vigilante IN YOUR MEMORY! So go ahead and claim that I don’t care for you when all I ever done was care for you, you stupid boy because I was stupid enough to fall first!’

Jason froze. You loved him? Since when and why didn’t he know? Why did you tell him? But most importantly, why him? He’s broken, he wasn’t worth your time.

You smiled weakly at his silence and quietly slipped from his grasp and left to meet up with Bruce and Dick, knowing it was for the better. Silently hoping that you would get to see him again but you weren’t exactly holding onto any form of hope.

[jasonsknight3]

I decided to write about one of my favorite Jason's. Arkham knight Jason. These are just some thoughts I have.

Jason smokes. A lot would be an understatement. It's almost constant. The few times he isn't smoking is when he is in the mask (obviously) or in a non-smoking area. Does he know its bad for him? YES,it's a struggle. Does he think about quitting? Yes. However, it feels good. It relaxes him. His near constant tense body gets a break when he smokes.

AK Jason has serious sleep issues. Between the sleepless nights in Arkham and not even knowing when the night has begun or ended has messed him up. All the nights he’s been doing morally grey vigilante work. He doesn’t exactly care anymore either but that’s because he doesn’t necessarily care about himself too much anymore.

He keeps to himself for the most part. When he’s out and about he doesn’t say much. Only speak if necessary. Most of the time he’s thinking. Always thinking. Mowing over the choices, his life, how it could be different.

He. Is. Violent. He hasn’t really dealt with the trauma. He is still burning with hate. Sure he switched sides as the morally grey Redhood but he still feels the blackness. He is violent when he’s angry. Sometimes may hurt you. Now whether he means to or not is a different story. He may not even know himself if he meant to.

AK Jason has lost a major amount of hearing in his left ear due to his time in Arkham. All the beatings, all the hits to the side of his head. It was inevitable really. He will use a hearing aid when he’s in civilian attire but not as he’s alter because the mask has built in hearing enhancement. In his right ear however luckily he only lost 5% of his hearing.

Jason twitches like crazy. It’s usually what he would call phantom shocks. Being tortured the way he did with the “shock therapy” he probably has nerve damage too. He doesn’t really know but he doesn’t find it a priority to find out.

It takes a sweet heart to break down his walls, a caring woman with soft gentle hands. A woman with patience and time.

He’s not necessarily a physically affectionate man. He’d feel anxiety if you try to touch him in any way. However if and when you get close he will display some sort of physical affection. Holding your pinky, or wrist (never your whole hand though, that feels scary for him. That will come even later.)

Begin with him is a risk. As mentioned in his violent headcanon he may hurt you. He’ll wonder why you’d stay but he’s not necessarily complaining though.

The only creature he will let touch him is his cat. Finley or Finn for short. He is the only think Jason will willingly show love to and let show love back. In a way, Finn is teaching Jason how to be gentle again. How to love.

In his heart of hearts. In the deepest part of himself he is just a man who forgot how to love and how to be loved.