#slade x jason

[daisyapples]

The Knight only had half his armor on. He was stripped down to the waist — that godamn waist — but still had his thick thighs wrapped in tight trousers. Bare toes, misshapen from how often they had been broken stuck out under the material.

Every inch of him was covered in scars; HA HA HA scrawled up his arms, interspersed with burns, from electricity and fire, and knife slashes. They trailed over his chest, leaving dead nerves and dark, ugly marks. Slade knew the scars covered his legs and ass. Even his pecs were thick with them. Only his waist was untouched. There was a mark here and there but nothing compared to the rest of him.

Slade wondered why the Joker had ignored all that perfect skin. Why he had ignored the dip of the kid’s waist that led up to those broad shoulders. Why he hadn’t claimed that as well.

It looked almost virginal.

Slade wanted to bite it. Mark it. Own it.

[anawrites3]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne (implied), Dick Grayson & Jason Todd Characters: Jason Todd, Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Omega Jason Todd, Alpha Slade Wilson, Manhandling, Teasing, Sexual Tension, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Slade Wilson is a Dick, Jason Todd is a Brat, Secret Relationship, no beta we die like jason todd Summary:

Jason couldn't even lie to himself because most of his chest was purple and he'd have to be fucking blind not to see all those marks.

They were the result of the knights' training, something Jason absolutely shouldn't even come close to, let alone take part in but he still did - he sneaked out whenever he could to train alongside the best warriors their army had. Because Jason was an omega, an omega prince at that and nobody sane would ever put a sword in his hand so he just... he had to do that himself.

[punkeropercyjackson]

It's so FUCKING INFURIATING AND EMBARRASING how fanon Jason Todd stans always tell newbie Jason fans 'Don't read comics,just make shit up!!!' when they SHOULD tell them 'If you're scared to read comics,just watch Under The Red Hood!' when it's the perfect Jason adaption and average movie length!!!If you like Jason Todd but haven't actually consumed his media yet and want to get started,ignore those niggas because they're the same people who pretend Jason's Robin dosen't exist because he's black,are disgusted that all three of his love interests have been woc because they want him to only date white boys and white pick me girls and complete erase Jason's autistic-coding,goth punk slay and just his entire swag including what'd make him beyond good afrolatino rep but are foul enough to hc him as latino anyway.Those are the devils talking and you should tune them out by starting up Utrh and you should get your favorite snacks for too because you deserve them and i've read every Jason issue ever so if you want more info on him when you're done follow me since i'll actually know what i'm talking about,i love y'all and stay hydrated and ignoring Janky Talker truthers

[got-the-cheese-touch]

shoutout to my insane, sociopathic, asshole fictional boyfriend. i love him so much

[monst]

Day 1: Double penetration | Tim Drake & Kon-El

Day 2: Spit roast | Dick Grayson

Day 3: Sex pollen | Jason Todd

Day 4: Shibari | Kakashi Hatake

Day 5: Edging | Bruce Wayne

Day 6: Pet play | Aizawa Shouta

Day 7: Impact play | Dabi

Day 8: Lactation | Omega! Jason Todd 

Day 9: Piss | Slade Wilson

Day 10: Voyeurism | Civilian! Stalker! Tim Drake 10/31

Bonus: Catwoman! Selina Kyle (Not for October, this would be more of a multi-chapter Reader x (Yandere) Various(Inspired by Gotham (TV show /No Man's Land) and Catwoman: Lonely City)

[daisyapples]

This is so incredible and I am dying! I have showed it to everyone in my life. It is my screensaver. It is giving me life. I love it so much.

This is a FIT. I've been reading the Sladejay Pretty Woman AU fic

[gilverrwrites]

I know they’re not an older man per se, but lately I’ve been thinking about Jason or Dick having a good cop-bad cop dynamic with Slade, where Slade is just incredibly mean to you but then Jay or Dick is there to coo sweet words at you

I know the obvious here is Bad cop Slade, good cop Dick or Jason. And I love that. Good cop Dick especially is MWAH! 💕 and I absolutely need to write actual smut for this, anon you beaut! Like Slade pistoning into your puffy, swollen, cum-filled sex, calling you ever name under the sun. Spanking your red raw ass, and calling you weak when you start to sob. But its okay baby, shh, shhhh. Dick is underneath you, kissing your tears, stroking your hair telling you how good your doing as if he's not contributing to your overstimulation, fuck!

But I implore you to stick with me here when I say, AK! Slade and Jason - bad cop, WORSE cop.

Specifically: AK!Jason/Bat!Reader/Slade

As per, Slade is loyal to the money, but this is definitely a darker portrayal of Jason.

Warnings: Dub-con, swearing, interrogation kinda, choking, restraints, humiliation. No smut, but maybe I’ll write an extension.

The first thing you notice is the smell, you're underground somewhere for sure. Then you feel the cold, a chill across your warm skin, making your hair stand on edge. From that, you register very quickly that you’ve been stripped down to your underwear.

Appalled, you shoot up, reaching to cover yourself but only manage to make it an inch before cold, hard metal cuts into your body. You're tied to a chair by a multitude of pressure points that both hurt and rouse something salacious.

Shit. Shit shit shit. You can’t believe you fucked up this bad. Bruce had told you to get out of the city but you’d refused. You had to be on your top game but you’d fucked it, caused more problems.

Accessing your surroundings your eyes dart around the room until then fall on your captor. Deathstroke is sat a few feet away, leaning back on his chair, seemingly examining something on a tablet. It's hard to tell, the one eye hole in his mask shrouded by shadow. You hadn’t expected him to be at the militia checkpoint. He’d taken you down easier than you’d like to admit, but you’d put up a fight. Tooth and nail. So seeing him so relaxed without so much as a chip in his armour is a little disheartening.

“Trackers in your suit, right?” His deep voice echoes through the room, making you jump. “I would’ve just patted you down, but the boss man didn't want to take any risks.”

His head turns, and you can feel his eye raking across your bound and exposed form. “Not that I'm complaining.”

You recoil into yourself, disgusted by his blatant perversion, and the warm flush it sends through your body.

“Tell your ‘boss’ to come face me himself.” You spit between gritted teeth. His response only adds to your unease.

“Don’t you worry, pet. He’s on his way.” It’s infuriating, the name, the way he words things so tenderly but laces it with obvious, sickly amused derision. If you could feel any smaller, that would do it. “And between you and me, I get the feeling he’s pretty excited to get his hands on you.”

As if on queue, the piercing sound of an opening door creaks behind you. Despite the squeaky warning, you nearly jump for a second time when it slams shut once more. Heavy boots forebodingly stamp against the concrete floor. As much as you want to, you refuse to crane your neck to get a better look. It’s all you can do to maintain even a little bit of power.

“Well, well, well.” The modulated voice is even more sinister in person. His hand grabs the back of your chair, pulling you back a few inches, no doubt just to prove that he could. To instil fear. He leans over you, close enough that the cold metal of his helmet brushes the side of your face, but still, you refuse to look at him. “If it isn’t Baby-Bat.”

“Don’t call me that.” Your venom surprises you. You haven’t heard that nickname in years and it brings out a visceral reaction. It’s what Jason used to call you in jest. Baby-Bird and Baby-Bat, heroes in training.

“Or what?” He challenges, shaking one of the wrist shackles, as though you’re not already well aware of your less-than-ideal predicament. “You’re in no position to be calling any shots, babe.”

“Not for long. Batman will save me, he’ll save the city.” He has too. “You won’t get away with this.”

“Ha.” Deathstroke’s sneer is dry. When you look over to him he gestures his head toward the top dog but you remain resolute in your refusal to look at him. “I’d keep that name out of your mouth, if you know what’s good for you.”

“Wh-“ The words are cut from you before you can get them out. The Arkham Knight, either pissed at your pitiful attempt at a power play, or the mention of Batman's name; lifts you and your chair completely by your throat, turning you mid-air, then placing you back down, precariously balancing you on the seats back legs before getting in your face. All the while his tight grasp on your neck never waivers.

Face hidden, tall, broad, he’s an intimidating sight. The whole display makes your heart race.

“He…” Red-hot rage drips from every word, and you feel your body temperature rising to meet it. “Can’t. Save. Shit.”

The sound of his ragged breathing is amplified by whatever tech he’s using to distort his voice. Each pant sends a shockwave through your body. And you press your legs together to suppress its effect.

“Get fucking comfy.” He barks as he releases you and stands back, watching as you heave for air and teeter wildly before willing the chair to balance on all fours. “Cause he’s not coming for you. Nobody is.”

“Case in point.” Deathstroke finally approaches. It takes his long legs less than 5 steps to reach your side. He stands about half a foot taller than the already gigantic Knight. The way in which they both tower almost impossibly tall makes you tremble, and you’ve no idea if they notice. You can’t stand the added authority they possess simply by being clothed and masked while you sit practically naked for them. Fear is one thing, you can handle being afraid, you’ve been trained for that, but their deliberate show of power, how they make you feel so fragile is awakening something you don’t know how to curb. “Take a look at your hero.”

A screen is thrust into your face, a live feed of a rooftop somewhere in Miagani Island. Batman is on his knees, fists pounding the floor. His mouth is moving but you can’t lip-read him from the angle. Clearly, he’s not okay. This isn’t like him, he must be dosed up on something. In the depths of your brain you know he’ll overcome it, he’ll save Barbara, you, everyone. But you can’t deny how dire things are beginning to look. The doubt must show on your face because The Arkham Knight's robotic voice lets out a short, cold laugh.

“Now you’re getting it.” The wicked pleasure he gets from teasing you is ten times worse than Deathstroke’s blatantly false niceties.

“W-why am I here?” You internally curse yourself for the way your voice breaks. It sparks you to muster a little more spunk as you keep questioning them. “You could have killed me, why didn't you? What do you want?”

“Bring us up to speed on what he knows.” Deathstroke poses. “His new hideout.”

“How he’s getting his gear patched up.” The Knight continues. Neither are looking at you, having turned the tablet back to themselves. “We know you know.”

When you don't respond The Knight slants his helmet upward to consider you, slowly cocking it to the side as you stare him down.

Eventually, Deathstroke follows suit. You wait until the device is tucked away, until you're certain you have their full attention to speak. “I won’t give in that easy.”

You keep your chin up as they turn to look at each other, but despite your bravado, you flinch when Deathstroke sharply drops into a crouched position. The rough fabric of his tactical gloves scratches the soft skin of your inner thigh as he wedges his fingers between your legs. You’d been pressing them closed, hiding how their interrogation had inadvertently been siring your arousal, but he pries them apart, shattering what little dignity you had left.

“Looks like he owes me another 10.” He nods at you before he turning back to the man in question. The Arkham Knight returns the look. Assholes, they’d bet on you. Now they’re having a silent conversation one in which you are the subject, but aren’t important enough to be privy to. Humiliating.

Finally, Deathstroke removes his hands, tracing them along your torso as he saunters behind you but before you can clasp your thighs back together The Knights boot comes down on your crotch, in a fast, precise motion. Pressing hard enough to make you keen and squirm. The chair rocks unsteadily beneath your withering.

“I thought you were better than this Baby-Bat.” No voice distortment can disguise his zeal. Something in the back of your brain suspects he’d been expecting, even hoping for this. And while you certainly hadn't been, you can't deny the sick intrigue you feel for whatever they have planned.

In shame you turn your head, screwing your eyes together as though blocking them out might make it all disappear. The grate of Deathstroke’s gloves on your face keeps you in the moment however, keeps your moral compass spinning.

“Gettin’ paid to break a cute thing like you.” He sounds wistful, gruff voice sinfully musing in your ear as he forces your head forward once more. “That’s a good day's work.”

“And you will break.” The determination in the Knight’s tone, the loudness of it has you peeking through your lids at his mask which is now inches from your face. Fear and excitement invoke a shiver that runs down your spine. “We’ll make you come apart, piece by piece, and we’ll enjoy every second.”

[owlarchimedes]

I've only read like three Jason todd/slade Wilson fics so far on my dive into this ship but is it a common trope for slade to kill the joker for jason???? Am I gonna get more?

[bartyssimp-riley-16]

Punches and donuts - Jason Todd x Wilson!reader

Bruce had hosted this year's holiday party at Wayne Manor and invited his entire extended found family, plus several members of the Justice League and their extended families in turn. Jason had been invited too. He hadn't really wanted to go, but his brothers had convinced him.

Well, it hadn't been. People had spent the night whispering about his presence. His brothers had all shot him apologetic looks. The air had grown tense. Jason had stood up mid-meal and left without a word. He'd probably made things awkward at the party, he didn't care.

"Stupid dinner. Shouldn't have gone." He wasn't surprised that the streets were nearly empty. The snow was coming down heavily now, and a fierce wind had picked up, blowing a flurry of white into his eyes. He blinked the snowflakes away and pulled his jacket tighter wrapped around him.

"F*ck me," he cursed, furious. The night kept getting worse. He didn't have a ride. Everyone was at that stupid party. He'd have to walk back.

A soft rustling behind him was the only warning he got. Jason spun around and his instincts kicked in, the adrenaline from his earlier anger propelling his fist forward. His knuckles collided with the persons face, sending his attacker staggering backward.

Wait. That wasn't an attacker. "Oh, sh*t. Uh." God, tell him he didn't just break someone's nose. "F*ck. I'm sorry."

i hiss holding my nose, "fuck, Todd!"

"Oh, sh*t. You're bleeding."

Jason's annoyance with the fact that he'd just assaulted a bystander vanished in an instant, replaced by guilt and panic. He stepped forward to get a better look at the person in the dim streetlights. His brain had registered that it was a woman. Her hood was pulled up, making it difficult to see her face.

He gently took her wrist and pulled her hand away from her face. "Lemme see."

"Jason", i hiss softly, "careful"

It took a few seconds to register that he knew that voice, but when it clicked, Jason's eyes widened in horror.

"YN? F*ck."

He'd punched her. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. It could have been worse, but it didn't change the fact that he'd hurt one of the very few friends he had.

Jason held her chin in his hands, tilting her head up to inspect the damage. "I didn't see you," he started, trying to rationalize, his eyes filled with remorse.

"yeah, figured", i chuckle

Jason let out a heavy exhale, relieved that she seemed calm and not, say, homicidal. She was making light of the situation, which probably meant she was okay, but he still felt awful all the same. "I didn't mean to, I thought you were—well, you know what I thought."

There was no point in trying to explain himself. He'd f*cked up. He just hoped he hadn't done any lasting damage and winced when he saw the blood dripping from her nose.

i smile, "its fine Todd"

"It's not fine."

If anything, her being so casual about it made him feel worse. She was being so nice, and he'd hit her. Punched her in the face. If she was anyone else, they'd probably be furious right now.

"I hurt you, Yn. I should've—I should've been more aware."

He released her chin and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "Here." He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and offered it to her.

"thanks" i place the handkerchief against my nose," yah alright?" i huff softly.

He nodded, albeit reluctantly. "I'm fine. I'm worried about you more than me right now."

He watched as she pressed the handkerchief to her nose, feeling the guilt gnaw at him. He'd always had a short temper, but this incident was downright unacceptable.

"Is your nose broken?" he asked in a low voice, still watching her with a worried frown.

"nah, itll be fine, aint my first rodeo"

There was something about the casual, lighthearted way she talked about getting punched in the face that concerned him more than anything else.

"Yn," he said, his voice taking on a tone that was half-exasperated, half-serious. "This ain't funny, y'know. You just walked into a right hook. A heavy one, at that. It's probably not good that you're laughing right now."

i try holding back a smile, "aww are u concerned about me Todd?"

He rolled his eyes, his cheeks feeling a little warmer. "Don't make me regret worrying about you, Wilson," he shot back in a gruff voice, but there was no real annoyance behind the words.

"I punched you. This isn't fun and games. You—"

He stopped himself just in time before the word "deserve" spilled from his lips. He was grateful she was being so casual, but the fact remained that he'd hurt her.

""you" what?"

He froze for a moment, mentally kicking himself for letting the word almost slip out. He clenched his jaw, trying to find the right words.

"You...deserve better than this," he said finally, his voice low and quiet. "You deserve better than someone who can't tell the difference between you and a..."

An attacker. He swallowed the word down, feeling the weight of it on his tongue. He didn't want to explain why he'd been on edge, not that it would justify punching her in the face.

"can u stop? u sound like some sappy teenager, im fine, really - i am, okay?"

His shoulders slumped a bit, the tension leaving him as he realized that she wasn't going to let him beat himself up over this. He sighed, a hint of irritation in the sound. "Fine," he begrudgingly agreed. "I'll stop, but can you please stop acting like getting punched in the face is just another Tuesday?"

"-but it is, being a vigilante isnt easy, u should know"

He gave her a deadpan look. "I know that, Yn" he said with a roll of his eyes. "I'm not some newbie vigilante who hasn't taken a punch or two."

His expression softened a bit. "But just because we're used to getting hurt, that doesn't mean it's okay to brush it off when we do get hurt."

i smile," im okay, but are u? u left the dinner very...abruptly"

He averted his gaze, trying to act casual. "What's there to be okay about?" he quipped, shrugging. "Dinner was dull, the people were dull, and I had a damn headache. Had to get out of there."

"cmon, lets go be gloomy on a rooftop", i say in a mock deep voice

He couldn't help but snort at her silly imitation of his usual demeanor. "You're so damn annoying, you know that?" he said, but there was no genuine annoyance in his words.

"Alright, let's go be all brooding and edgy on a rooftop," he agreed with a light chuckle. i watch him amused.

He noticed her amused expression and shot her a reproachful look. "Stop looking at me like that," he grumbled, folding his arms over his chest. "like what?" i poke his arm

He sighed at her playful poke, resisting the urge to roll his eyes again. "Like you're enjoying this, like you find it amusing that I'm bothered,” he said. “I accidentally punch you, and you just laugh it off. Anyone else would be angry. But not you. You just find it funny."

"it is funny". His expression darkened at her nonchalant response. "Funny? It's funny that I hurt you? What's so funny about that, Yn?" he demanded, his voice rising with frustration and disbelief.

"u were so caught off guard" i chuckle softly, i nudge him playfully, "im okay"

He grumbled, letting out a long sigh. "Yeah, I was caught off guard, but that doesn't make it amusing." He looked at her, his expression still showing traces of irritation.

"I just...I don't like the fact that you're so casual about it. You didn't even get mad at me. Any other person would've been furious."

"want me to yell?" i ask jokingly

He couldn't help but roll his eyes at her offer. "No, don't be ridiculous," he retorted. "I just...I don't get why you're not angrier about this. You're just so...calm."

"if u wanna make it up to me, u can buy me donuts"

He raised an eyebrow at her request, surprise mixing with irritation. "Donuts? You want me to make it up to you by buying you donuts?" He shook his head incredulously. "Seriously, Wilson? Donuts? That's all it takes to make you not mad at me?"

"jelly filled, raspberry" He rolled his eyes, a scoff escaping his lips. "Jelly filled, raspberry, fine. Any other requests? Want me to tie a bow on the box too, while I'm at it?"

"sure", i muse

He could have strangled her with how blasé she was being, and now she had the audacity to demand a bow too. "You're insufferable, you know that?" he growled, a hint of a smirk on his face. i smile, "of course"

He shook his head, fighting back a sigh. "You're lucky you're cute," he muttered under his breath, realizing he was begrudgingly enjoying their banter. I grin at him, "think im cute?"

He tried to keep his expression neutral, but a hint of a flush crept across his cheeks. "Don't fish for compliments, Wilson," he grumbled, looking away from her gaze. "You know damn well you're cute."

i smile "damn right"

He rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress the hint of a smirk that tugged at his lips. "Arrogant, aren't you?" he retorted, but there was no genuine annoyance behind it.

"arrogant? me? yes" i joke.

"...can u buy me my donuts...tomorrow morning?"

[daisyapples]

Look how amazing this is!!!

Inspired by Pretty Bird, a wonderful Jayde Pretty Woman AU by @daisyapples 🖤

[daisyapples]

“I think it’s time your outside matches your insides, don’t you?”

Before he could ask what she meant, a burning ache started; it spread across his skin, like nails dipped in acid, scratching and melting until it felt like the blood boiled in his veins. He could barely feel it as rough fur burst free, ripping his clothes as his muscles stretched and grew. He screamed but it came out as a vicious howl. Nails clicked across the stone floor as he desperately tried to push himself up and away from the pain. He heard her laughing, heard that terrible glee, but he couldn’t hold onto it, couldn’t hold onto anything, but the heavy weight of his agony.

Finally, slowly, eventually, he could breathe again without the urge to retch. He opened his eyes and slammed them shut again when the room spun. Everything looked different. Sharper. Brighter.

His eyes.

Plural.

He shook his head to rid himself of the dizziness caused by having his full range of vision back.

That brought his attention to the noise; the rain rattling down on the cobblestones outside, the wind howling through the towers above him, and the pound of his heart. It could hear his sleeping children, hear their beating hearts. He shook his head to get rid of the sound echoing in his skull and growled. It stuttered to a stop when he felt the rumble of it in his chest.

He made himself open his eyes again.

Blinked his way through the disorientation of having perfect vision.

Fur covers his hands.

No. Not hands.

Paws.

Paws with long claws and thick brown fur that crawled up his grotesque arms and across his huge chest. He stood up on burning legs that ended with more claws, and roared. The sound echoed around the castle.

The witch clapped with glee. “You look magnificent. You look like how you should look.”

[gunabug]

Fic Search!!

Looking for any well written JayRoy fics, especially along the lines of the Batfam realizing that JayRoy is a thing. (Bonus points if Dick takes psychic damage from it) . They can be funny or serious, just so long as there's at least a hopeful ending. Thanks!

I've already read (and enjoyed) :

Oh by AlexaAffect

Dick Grayson and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Two To Three Weeks (But Who's Counting) by dietpudding

another try not to cry christmas by fadinglight123

P.S. To anybody saving this for their own recs, these are also some favorite JayRoy fics, they just don't have the theme of the Batfam finding out. Enjoy!

raised in the tall grass by SafelyCapricious

4 am at Denny's by bittercape (JayRoy + Slade!)

And everyone thinks I dodged a bullet, but I think I shot the gun by Daisyapples

the halfway home for washed-up sidekicks by moth_tille (JayRoy + Kyle!)

[gothamite-rambler]

"Father, I'm not with Nightwing!" Rose denied with anger. (Batfamily Chronicles Microfiction Series)

Rose Wilson (answering her phone with an annoyed tone): Father, what?!

Slade: Wow, no greetings? I called you.

Rose (sighing): Hello Father... What is it? I'm... incredibly... busy.

Slade: Why have you betrayed me?

Rose breaths heavy with Jason on top of her.

Rose (confused): What?

Slade: You know what I am talking about.

Rose: I don't and ... busy at the moment.

Slade: Okay, you've brought down my hand. How dare you take Nightwing as a partner?!

Rose: What?!

Jason: What- Whoa!

Jason falls off the bed, grunting when he hit the ground. Rose sat up, readjusting her shirt.

Rose: I am not with him!

Slade: Don't lie to me! I've heard you've been canoodling with a member from the batfamily! That weakling is the only one I know of. What will you do to regain my trust?

Rose: Oh good Lord. Red Hood, I'm with Red Hood! He's not Nightwing. I would not be with Nightwing and not just because I'd 'lose your trust', but because he is not even in my radar and you'd definitely kill him.

Jason: I'm used to pain, but I'd rather not be killed again.

Rose: Hood, shush. That's him with me at the... Gym.

Slade: Red Hood? Hood? The red helmet man?

Rose (sly): I mean that's one of his suits.

Slade: Okay... I've heard mixed information about him. Think I met him once. Killed by the Joker- That's why you wanted me to beat him up?!

Jason: You did what?

Rose (sighing): Yes, I should've taken this off speaker.

Slade (focusing on the topic): Underhanded, manipulative... I'm proud of you, Roswell.

Rose: My name is just Rose.

Slade: I said that. As for this Hood man... I don't trust him, but I hate the Joker, but he's a member of the batfamily. Tsk, you're making this hard for me, Daisy.

Rose (sighing, frustrated): Rose.

Slade: Uh huh, said that.

Rose: If it helps he doesn't completely follow Batman's 'no-kill' rule.

Slade: It's a start. I'll be monitoring this relationship with my good eye, but if he brings your allegiance to their side, I will gut him like a fish and no green water will bring him back to life.

Jason: The fuck?

Rose: Okay, thanks father. My allegiance stays with you.

Slade: It better stay that way.

Rose ends the call and rubs her forehead as Jason sits next to her.

Rose: He's insane, I'm sorry.

Jason: I already knew enough about him and we did meet, rude he doesn't remember me. Let's just say I'm not shocked he's like that. No sorry needed.

Jason kisses Rose on the cheek then he chuckles.

Jason: He thought you were hooking up with Dick.

Rose: Yeah, I almost vomited when he said that.

Jason (chuckling): You tossed me to the ground, by the way. Ouch.

Rose (coy): Oh like I haven't done that in the past.

Jason kissed her neck.

Jason: You got him to attack the Joker?

Rose: Yup, lengthened his sentence too and I heard the clown had to eat his food through a straw.

Jason: You're so hot to me right now.

Rose: You don't have to state the obvious.

Rose giggles as she snuggles against Jason's chest. He rubs her back as they relax.

[arkhamtknight]

JASON TODD X READER PROBLEMS

Here’s my issue

I’ve seen way too many Jason Todd x readers/ Red Hood x readers that push towards the daddy side (not that he isn’t because that boy got stamina im suuuuure of it) but I know for a fact this boy is a lover boy. He is a book worm for crying out loud! Give me love, romance, sweeping off my feet!

Deciding to take a new look at a jason todd x reader/ red hood x reader. (No hate to current writers, I thank you and kneel for what you have fed us and still feed us 🙂‍↔️)

I live for drama, twists, angst, love, possessiveness, jealousy and all that yummy stuff and if you do too, stay along for the ride!

*also medical inaccuracies, weapon inaccuracies, exaggerations, everything made up fyi (; *

She’s not an x reader but an OC (sorry not sorry but definitely here and there)

What happens when Isabella, a current surgical intern at Gotham City Medical Center, meets Jason Todd, outlaw and hot head who isn’t really feeling happy about being back alive?

If you’d like to follow me on this rollercoaster!

You have no idea what you’re in for 🌚

Love the post and follow me for Chapter 1 of Die For You soon!

[punkeropercyjackson]

Tw for sex talk but what fanon only Jason Todd stans would know if they bothered to read his comics is that Jason actually DOES have kinks and they're rough sex(Rose in Future State),pegging(implied with Artemis by the official Rhato artist)and even daddy kink like they're always talking about with Roy,Slade,Black Mask and even his own goddamn dad and older brother but it manifests in the recieving end(shown for a split sec in Lost Days).It's also canon incest is one of his limit's(saying he's grossed out at kissing any of his four brothers)and that he kills sexual abusers and pedophiles(pushing a sex ring runner off a roof as Robin and targeting a creepy teacher with that as the basis).But then they can't make 'daddy issues' jokes about him the way they want or have him brag about fucking Talia to violate Damian's boundries as a literal child over nothing or especially not guiltlessly ship him with Stephanie since if they have meet anywhere pre-Rhato he'd be in his 20s and her a minor and Kon and all of Tim's exes other than Steph are still minors.You can't call 'vibes' or 'coping' on him,he's straight up said he dosen't do dark kinks-Jason Todd's not a freak in the sheets,he's just a guy who fucks with vanilla flavors added

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

Poor Barman. part 1

Barman: Kid, no one comes to Gotham's most notorious bar and no one asks for bloody apple juice here. Run while you can, tourist, I don't want to mop the floor because of your blood today. I don't get paid for it.

Danny: But you have juice on the menu with non-alcoholic drinks. Where is the administrator here?

Poison Ivy: Danny, hi, what are you doing here? Looking for some trouble?

Fenton: Dr. Pamela! You are just what I need! Sam gave you some seeds from the Ghost Zone. She thinks they can land on your territory. Here, take them.

Deathstroke came over and ruffled the teenager's hair a couple of times: Hello there Casper.

Danny: Mr. Wilson.

The barman nervously takes ten dollars left by the mercenary and puts a glass on the bar: Here's your drink, enjoy the evening.

The boy silently takes the glass, smiles slightly and nods.

Working in this establishment quickly taught the bartender that he need to be able to quickly find a special approach to every client and to not underestimate how dangerous every one of them can be.

And even without wide grin with abnormally sharp teeth that new boy gave Red Hood as he sat down at his table, and without the flash of toxic green eyes that could be a play of light in a darkened corner of the room... he could tell that something is wrong with this Fenton child.