#stephjay

[candywafercutie]

very sloppy StephJay doodle

[f-o-x-t-r-o-t]

Jay and Steph are catboy x doggirl coded

[ladytauria]

a kiss that tastes of the flood/dessert they are eating and jaysteph!!

hehehe so i wasn't originally intending to include smut in this--my original thought was that it would be fade to black, but... idk, jay & steph had other ideas

anyway, this is a little under 4k. i hope you enjoy! <3

>> AO3 <<

“I’m dying,” Steph says, her voice muffled where her face is pressed into one of Jason’s thighs. She grimaces when another cramp lances through her gut. Fucking shark week. Steph wants to bite something. Probably Jason, since her mouth is currently mashed up against him.

He’d understand.

Probably.

Jason runs a hand over her hair, fingers stroking over her curls. “You’re not dying,” he says fondly. “The ibuprofen will kick in soon.”

Steph jerks her head up, balancing on her elbows. “Not dying? I am bleeding out as we speak—and you, my loving boyfriend, have the audacity to say that I am not dying?” 

His eyes crinkle, shoulders shaking as he suppresses his laughter. “You’re right—how cruel of me. I’m sorry, darling, how ever can I make it up to you?” 

Steph wrangles the grin off of her mouth, twisting it into a thoughtful frown instead. It’s hard when all her lips want to do is twitch upward. She rolls over, onto her back, head pillowed on his thighs, and taps her chin. “Hm… It was very rude of you,” she tells him, and he nods seriously. “To earn my forgiveness, you must… Draw me a bath. And… hand feed me chocolates.”

Steph’s joking, of course. She’d never turn down the chance to either a) spend time naked with him or b) stuff herself with chocolate, but she doesn’t expect Jason to actually do it.

Obviously that means he does.

He’s contrary like that.

“If that’s what you need, baby,” Jason says, drawing a finger down the bridge of her nose; a feather light touch that makes her shiver before he eases out from under her. “Wait here.

She pushes up onto her elbows again. “Wait— You don’t really have to—”

“I know,” he says, pausing by the arm of the couch. “But… you know I don't mind taking care of you.” There’s something hesitant, almost shy about the way he looks at her.

Steph softens, shifting up onto her knees. She reaches a hand out, and Jason presses his cheek to it, letting her cradle his face while he looks at her with those sweet, sweet eyes.

“Let me?” he whispers.

And, well. How’s she supposed to say no to that?

“Okay,” she breathes, stroking her thumb over his cheek. “Take care of me, then.”

Jason turns to press a soft, lingering kiss to her palm. Steph’s chest feels so full. It’s almost enough for her to want to pull him back to her and tell him to wait, that she wants to sit with him for a while longer. She lets him go instead, watching as he heads down the hall to the bathroom. A moment later, she hears the water running. She gives it another minute or so before she gets up, going to lean in the bathroom doorway and just… watch him.

Jason has rolled up the sleeves of his Henley, revealing his forearms, and the dusting of hair there. Also the freckle Steph likes to kiss sometimes, when she’s holding his hand or snuggling with him. When the water is hot enough, he plugs the drain, letting the tub fill just how she likes it. Then, he drops one of her bath bombs in the water—lilac and chamomile. The water foams, turning a pale shade of purple, and the scent wafts through the air. Jason adds epsom salt, too, and then lights a couple of her candles.

He passes her in the doorway, putting his hand briefly on her waist as he does. “Go ahead and get in,” he murmurs. “I’ll be back with the chocolates in just a minute.”

It’s Steph who flushes this time. She bites her lip and nods, flushing a little harder when Jason smiles. He kisses her ear before he leaves.

For a moment, she just stands there, watching him leave. This is so far from what she thought she would have when she asked him out months ago.

Although…

Asked him out isn’t quite the right phrase. She’d propositioned him. He was hot, she was hot, both of them were single… why not do something about it? He’d laughed and told her something about not putting out until the third date, and… Steph had taken it as a challenge. Been determined to woo him.

It had taken her a couple of tries to get it right. To see past the persona that he puts forth, or— No. Not the persona. To see past her own biases and assumptions about who he was as a person. Some informed by Bruce, and some… Some all her own.

Jason isn’t at all like what she expected. He’s so much better.

Steph strips, dropping her clothes in the hamper before sinking into the warm water. She sighs softly at the heat enveloping her, the way it soothes her sore muscles. Jason returns a moment later, holding the box of chocolates he’d bought when she asked him to pick up some tampons.

He kneels next to the tub. “Do you want me to wash your hair first?” he asks, twirling a strand of said hair around his finger.

She bites her lip. “Yeah, please?”

Jason smiles at her. His eyes crinkle at the corners, and Steph wants to kiss them.

So she does—cupping his cheeks in her hands, holding his face still as she kisses first one corner, and then the other. Water drips from her skin onto the bath mat. Steph doesn’t care.

When she pulls back, Jason’s eyes are wide and round before, between one blink and the next, they turn soft, shy-but-pleased.

“You’re so sweet to me,” she murmurs. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

His face darkens. “Sap,” he accuses, turning his face into her palm. She laughs, thought it fades when he looks at her through his lashes, and then murmurs: “Besides, I’m the lucky one.”

Steph wants to kiss him again. She doesn’t. She just strokes her thumb over his cheek, adjusting her hand so it can stop at his lower lip. “We’re both lucky.”

He kisses the pad of her thumb. “I can agree to that.”

“Good.” Her hands linger on him for a moment longer before she finally withdraws them. She adjusts, shifting until she can lean back comfortably. Jason takes that moment to fill a cup with water. He covers her eyes with his hand. The warmth of it seeps into her eyelids, making her feel almost drowsy. She hums contentedly as her shoulders drop, loosen.

His hand slips away once her hair is wet. Steph is a little sorry to feel it go.

The wet strands cling to her back, her shoulders, her arms. Jason gathers them in his hands in clumps, gently squeezing the water in to make sure they’re soaked all the way through. Then he reaches for the shampoo, squeezing it into his palm before he massages it into her scalp.

Steph melts. God. He’s so good with his hands. Jason is indulgent, lingering even after he’s worked up a good lather. She can hardly help the little noises she makes, or the way she pushes into his hands like a kitten. He laughs softly at her, but that doesn’t phase her in the slightest. Especially not when he gets his nails involved, scratching lightly at her skin and making her sigh.

It does have to come to an end eventually, though.

“You take care of me so well,” she murmurs, lips barely moving as he rinses away the shampoo. Her eyes are shut too—she can’t see his face, but she can feel the way his hands still for a moment before he says,

“Just returning the favor.”

The warmth in his voice makes her heart swell, pushing against her ribs. She loves him so much. She opens her eyes, just a little, just enough to see him, looking soft and pleased and—

Just as in love as she feels.

She aches with the need to kiss him, but for now, she doesn’t; letting her eyes fall shut again even as she hears the click of her conditioner being opened. He works it into her hair, detangling as he goes, until the strands slip through his fingers.

While her hair is conditioning, Jason washes her body. There’s nothing sexual about the way he touches her. He doesn’t tease or try to work her up—but he’s not clinical, either. It’s… Steph doesn't really have words for the way it makes her feel. She doesn't know how to express her appreciation, her gratitude, either, except to hope she can do the same for him.

Jason takes his time, the same way he had with her hair. He touches her all over, from her neck to her toes, leaving no part of her to yearn for his touch.

Despite his lack of teasing, her body responds anyway; a low curl of arousal unfurling through her veins, warming her from head to toe. It’s easy enough to ignore; to bask in the comfort and security of his touch.

Then, it’s back to her hair again: rinsing out the conditioner, shielding her eyes with his hand and giving the curls gentle squeezes to help them retain as much moisture as possible.

When he finishes, he rinses and dries his hands before reaching for the box of chocolates. He selects one of the pieces and holds it to her lips.

The chocolate has melted a little in the humidity—Steph sucks it from his fingers automatically, her eyes lowering to something half-lidded. The sweetness mixes with the salt of his skin; the lingering tang of soap. It adds a bite, a bitterness, but that only makes her want to do it all the more. To lick clean these fingers that have cared for her, and treated getting to do so as a reward in itself.

Jason’s pupils widen, darkening the green-blue of his eyes.

“Good?” he asks, a husk in his voice that warms her even more.

“Yeah,” she breathes. “You should try one.”

“Mm… in a minute,” he says, holding another to her lips. She takes it too. This one is even sweeter; a caramel center that spreads over her tongue. She hums, low in her throat.

So it goes, the water cooling around her as he feeds her piece after piece. She’s polished off half the box before he finally makes a move.

This time, when she swallows, Jason's hand drops to her jaw; his eyes on her mouth. It’s obvious what he wants, and Steph is more than ready to give it to him. She tips her head back, eyes closed, welcoming the way he kisses her. He runs his tongue over her bottom lip—she parts them, allowing his tongue into her mouth.

He licks into her, chasing the taste of chocolate through every crevice of her mouth. She moans, curling one of her hands into his shirt, uncaring of the way water spills over the side of the tub.

His hand slides down her neck, her shoulder, to her breast. This time, the touch is very much sexual. He palms it, squeezing gently before swiping his thumb over her nipple. Steph shivers, moaning again, tugging at his shirt to pull him closer.

His other hand comes up to cup the back of her neck. He continues to play with her nipple, alternating between squeezing and rolling her breast and pinching and tugging her nipple. Her skin is flushed, hot—and there’s an ache in her belly, her sex, that has nothing to do with her period.

She has to break the kiss when she starts to grow dizzy. Jason doesn’t pull away. Instead, he lingers, kissing and nibbling at her jaw.

“Jason…”

He nuzzles her and then pulls back, pupils blown, something hungry in his eyes that makes her toes curl. His hand slides down her side, her stomach.

“Do you want to move this to the bedroom?” Jason looks at her through heavy-lidded eyes. The way his fingers toy with the curls on her mound leaves nothing to imagination.

Steph swallows, mouth suddenly dry. “Are you— I’m on my period.”

Jason shrugs. “So? I don’t care if you don’t.”

“Okay,” she breathes, biting her lip.

He kisses her again—more briefly this time. It still steals her breath away. When he pulls away, he drains the tub. Before Steph can stand on her own, he scoops her into his arms. She gasps, arms flying around his neck and holding tight as he shakes with laughter.

Steph slaps his shoulder. “Asshole.” She can't keep the laughter out of her voice.

He just grins at her, the skin around his eyes crinkling and his eyes squinting so she can barely make out the color. Just the glimmer of them. Her stomach flips—and just like that, her irritation, faux or not, fades.

She huffs. “You’re too handsome for your own good.”

It’s funny, watching him try to keep a straight face. Jason is one of the most gifted liars and actors she’s ever met. He’s also one of the worst.

He swallows and says, “Flatterer.”

“I just call it like I see it.” Steph doesn’t even try to keep the smirk off her face—though she does press it against the corner of his mouth.

Jason sighs, but she can feel his smile.

He blows out the candles before carrying her out of the bathroom and down the hall to her bedroom, kicking the door shot behind him. She half-expects him to toss her into the bed—her body tenses, breath stilling in her lungs as she braces for the weightless feeling of falling.

It doesn’t come.

Instead, Jason sets her down gently, tenderly, before bracketing her with his body. She toys with the hair at his nape. He noses at her cheek, getting her to tip her head back so he can kiss his way down her jaw.

“What’s not okay right now?” he asks against her skin.

Steph shivers, sweeping her hand down his back. “Not your mouth,” she says, almost reluctantly. She loves the way it feels when he goes down on her, loves how much enjoyment he gets out of it, but— Not tonight.

She feels him nod. “Anything else?”

“Just the usuals.” She turns her head, reaching for the bedside table where she keeps the condoms. Jason eases back so she can prop herself up on her elbows and grab them.

Over the years, Steph has gotten fairly comfortable with sex and her sexuality, but when she passes the condom to Jason, she feels… shy, almost jittery. Her heart is beating a little too fast, her stomach flipping and tumbling. It’s something she knows doesn't go unnoticed. She mentally crosses her fingers, hoping that Jason won't say anything about it.

He holds the condom, but doesn’t tear it open yet. Instead, he smooths his hand down her side, the movement reassuring. “Everything okay?”

Well. There goes that idea. She bites her lip. “Yeah. Just… nervous.”

He nods. “Do you want to stop?”

“No.” She holds her arms out, and he comes to her, letting some of his weight settle over her body. The pressure feels good. So does the warmth. “I love you.”

Jason kisses her. It’s soft, sweet, and she melts into it. She’d like to say that her anxiety melts away too; that this silent reassurance eases all of her worries and has her eager for more. It wouldn’t be true. It does ease, settling in her belly rather than try to claw its way out of her chest. Steph knows that’s all she can ask for.

“I love you too,” Jason murmurs when he pulls away. “We’ll take it slow, and you can back out at any time.”

There’s a tugging in her chest. She'd told him the same thing once… though in different circumstances. I love you, she almost says again—but she bites the words back, throwing her leg around him and rolling her hips against his.

“Slow doesn’t mean glacial,” she teases. “You’re not even naked yet, sweetheart.”

He laughs. “Undress me then.”

She grins. “Don’t mind if I do.” A familiar thrill swoops through her stomach when she flips them. It comes from the knowledge that he lets her manhandle him—that he enjoys it. It makes her feel powerful, confident, when she straddles his hips

The way he’s looking at her only adds to the feeling; his pupils blown wide, eyes heavy lidded, tongue running over his lips.

She grins at him. If he was wearing jeans, this is where she’d pop the button of them, smirking cheekily. Instead, he’s wearing sweats. She hooks her fingers in them, and his boxers too, and pulls them down, tossing them aside. His cock springs free.

“Mm… you’re so hard for me.” Steph wraps her hand around the base, giving him a long, slow jerk. Jason moans, hips rolling. “Can't wait to have you inside me, baby.”

His throat bobs. “Steph—”

She grins at him, giving him another pump, twisting her wrist at the head before letting go. Jason bites his lip, hips jerking like he can follow her. Then she grips his shirt, pulling it off and over his head.

“There,” she says, running her fingers through the hair on his chest. “That’s better.”

Jason’s hands settle on her waist. “Much better,” he agrees. His hands slide up her sides. Her skin prickles under his touch, making her shiver. “Do you want to ride me?”

Steph hums thoughtfully—the sound turning to a moan when he touches her boobs, cupping them in his hands and squeezing. “Ah… I seem to recall someone promising to take care of me.” She tweaks one of his nipples, grinning at his gasp.

Jason laughs breathlessly. “I did, didn’t I?” He gives her boobs another little squeeze before dropping his hands back down to her hips. Her core tightens just before he flips them again. Her back hitting the bed still knocks the breath out of her.

Jason kisses his way down her neck. Steph tangles her fingers in his hair, tipping her head back to give him better access. When he gets to her pulse, he sinks his teeth into her skin. Her grip tightens on his hair, moaning, pussy clenching around nothing.

“Jason—”

He lavs his tongue over the bite mark before pulling back. She hears the package tear, and looks down to watch him roll the condom over his cock. She clenches again, biting into her lip. The nerves had helped smother the ache of emptiness, but it’s back again, and stronger than before. Her heart beats hard, mouth dry with anticipation. She shifts, bending her legs at the knee and spreading her thighs wider.

“Mm… Ready?” His voice is breathier, huskier. It makes her shiver.

“Yeah,” she breathes.

He lines himself up with her, and then bears down. At first, all she feels is pressure—then, slowly, he presses in. There’s no resistance. He glides into her as easily as he ever has, even as she clenches and flutters around him.

“Fuck—you feel so good.” Steph grips his shoulders, nails biting into his skin.

“H-hah. That’s my line.” Jason grins at her—though it fades as he pushes further into her, his eyes fluttering, lips parting around a soft sound of pleasure.

Steph wraps her legs around him, helping to draw him further into her. “Yeah? Does my pussy feel good around your cock?”

His hips twitch. “Yeah. You’re so—fuck. You’re so hot.”

Steph clenches around him deliberately, adoring the way his hips stutter, a moan filling his chest. “Good. ‘Cause I—I love the way you fill me up, baby.”

“Ah— Steph…” He tucks his face into her neck, their hips flush now. He’s let his weight settle over her again. It feels even better now that they’re joined together—connected as deeply as two people can be.

She cups the back of his head, turning to kiss and nibble at the shell of his ear. “Don’t get shy on me now,” she teases breathlessly. “You’re taking such good care of me, it’s only—unh, only right that I praise you for it.”

He sinks his teeth into her again, worrying another bruise not far from the first. She gasps, then moans, digging her nails into his shoulder. His hips roll, pulling out an inch or so before pushing back in.

“A-ah— God, Jay. Keep going, sweetheart, I want to feel you—wanna feel good with you.”

Jason doesn’t pull back very far. His thrusts stay shallow, his cock never leaving her more than an inch or two. Steph is in no hurry to reach her climax. She’s more than happy to keep him close and keep murmuring praise in his ear as the pleasure builds sweet and slow. It’s easy to get lost in it, until the muscles in her belly start to tighten. Jason’s thrusts pick up speed in response. His hand slips between their legs. It doesn’t take him long to find her clit, or to start circling it in time with his thrusts.

“C’mon,” he whispers. “Wanna, wanna see you come for me, gorgeous.”

Her breaths deepen, hips moving in time with his, his name on her tongue. The pleasure builds in waves, climbing higher and higher with every move until—finally—it crests, washing over her, her body seizing as she shudders through her climax. She can feel Jason’s breath as he pants. His own orgasm isn’t far behind.

“Please—please—Jay—” If her muscles weren’t turning to jelly, she’d tighten her legs around him, pull him closer, encourage him to seek his pleasure in her body. As it is, she’s limp under him. He must understand, though, or maybe he just can’t bring himself to leave the warmth of her, because he slows, but doesn’t stop. Not until his own orgasm rocks through him as he groans her name right into her ear, hips stuttering until they still, his cock pulsing inside her.

He moves off of her just enough so that his full weight isn’t bearing down on her. She holds him through the aftershocks, stroking his back, toying with the curls at the back of his neck. It helps ground her as much as it does him. When their breathing has slowed, Jason shifts again, though he doesn’t move off of her. The movement does cause his cock to slip from her—Steph doesn’t even want to know what kind of mess they just made out of her sheets, god.

That’s a problem for later Steph. Right now Steph is more than happy to stay in bed, cuddling with her boyfriend.

Bonus:

“Feel better?” Jason asks, the question nearly lost where his face is tucked into her shoulder.

“Mhm,” she hums. “Much better.” She leans her head against his, lips turning up. “So much for that bath.”

He laughs. “Mm, well. We could always split a shower here in, oh. Half an hour or so.”

Steph laughs brightly. “Maybe we should have started there. These sheets are going to be a pain in the ass to wash.”

“…yeah, probably should have put a towel down first,” Jason says, sounding sheepish. “Good thing we’re both pretty good at cleaning up bloodstains, huh?”

>> AO3 <<

[candycorncannibal]

Omega for Omega StephJay where they're both tall and not traditional omegas and outsiders when it comes to the Bat Clan so they split off and make their own mini pack of just them

Pls imagine them curled up together purring

[lazaruspiss]

[skylarkblue]

Title: a life that's so demanding (i get so weak) Author: skylarkblue Fandom: Batman Pairing: Stephanie Brown/Jason Todd Rating: G Word Count: 5,000 Warnings: None

Summary: 

Steph's been struggling lately - and desperate for nobody else to know. So when Jason shows up with food and a foolproof plan for making her relax, she's not quite sure what to do.

Written for JaySteph Pop Up Valentine's Day 2024 hosted by the lovely @jaystephevents

Read on AO3 here!

[agent-flame]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman (Comics), Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), Batgirl (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Stephanie Brown/Jason Todd Characters: Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown Additional Tags: JaySteph Weekend 2023, ride or die - Freeform Summary:

Day one of JaySteph Weekend 2023 is here! Prompt: Ride or Die

The Batfamily is gone. In a whirlwind of a year, each member fell. One by one. Each dying a hero, the others growing more reckless, until they too fell. It was a downward spiral that slowly consumed the city as it lost more and more hope… Gotham City now danced upon the precipice of anarchy. It was a city that demanded loyalty, and after that year, within its perilous embrace, only two of its fighters remained—Jason Todd and Stephanie Brown, the ones that died were now the only ones that survived.

@jaystephevents

[stargazingdustbunny]

I see your "Jason Todd adopts infant Damian AUs" and I see your "Stephanie keep her child AUs" and I offer you: Jason Todd and Stephanie meet at a parenting class at the community college. They don't realize who the other person is, but they bond over their experience of being a young single parent.

[necrotic-nephilim]

Psst this makes no sense timewise but fucky Stephjay where teenage Jason briefly worked for Cluemaster to pay for food/rent.

I doubt Jason would be a drug runner as a kid but I can see him as a lookout or maybe bodyguard/errand boy for the Browns.

YOUR MIND MY GOD THIS IS SO GOOD

Jason working for Cluemaster is *so* good, my god. especially if Jason doesn't want to be there and doesn't like it, but he has no other option to pay the bills (i think this would be a fun AU to keep Catherine alive in, maybe he's trying desperately to pay medical bills to ensure she keeps getting medication she needs which makes him even more desperate for money and willing to do things he wouldn't normally) so he starts working for small time villains, ones he thinks won't be as bad as Joker or the like. which lands him as a goon for Cluemaster and somehow, he's either useful or interesting enough to Arthur that he decides to keep promoting Jason. until one day, he offers a very high pay raise for Jason to look after Steph. it's not necessarily that Arthur cares about Steph or her mother, but he does care about his reputation so when someone threatens his family, he needs to save face.

i think this could be fun to explore before Jason becomes Robin (maybe making him Robin a *little* later just so he and Steph have a significant time together as teenagers). and Jason ends up sort of close to this spunky, angry kid of Arthur Brown who calmly tells Jason she is going to do everything in her power to get her father behind bars and she's sorry but not sorry if and when that lands Jason out of a job. bc maybe she's suspicious of Jason first, bc what kind of guy willingly works for Cluemaster, but then, as she learns more about where he is in life, she Gets it. she understands bc she sees the shady things her own mother, Crystal does to get by under Arthur's thumb.

when Jason vanishes bc he becomes Robin, Steph is disappointed but she gets it. Bruce Wayne suddenly publically has a new ward and hell, Steph can't blame a guy for taking that chance bc that kind of money will *definitely* help Catherine. Steph's life goes on with her father being her father.

it's a bit unrealistic but. i sort of like the idea that when Jason dies, Bruce is so caught up in grief and funeral proceedings and anger that he sort of forgets about Catherine. and Steph will be damned if Catherine Todd is forgotten about and left to rot as a childless mother. i'd love to write Steph and Crystal finding the money to manage to keep Catherine afloat as well and Steph getting really close to Catherine bc of it. also would be fun if Steph becomes Spoiler partly in honor of Jason bc (not knowing he was Robin) she wants to do the good he never got to.

and THEN the fucked up-ness of it all that Steph finds out Jason was Robin when she takes up the torch and so quickly dies afterward she never fully gets to process how she feels about that. how to handle her pride in Jason for getting to be more than what he was versus her anger at Bruce for letting him die. and on the horrible flip side, Jason comes back and finds out Bruce let another kid die as Robin, and that kid was *Steph*. he finds out it was Steph who kept his mom alive, Steph who died in a mantle that should've ended with Jason and he's even angrier at Bruce. i do think he'd kill Black Mask in a slow, painful way to avenge her since clearly, Bruce can't.

and then Steph comes back and there's all the complicated feelings i just. oh your brain this is such a good idea i want to write it so bad. anything that explores connections Jason and Steph could've had before Bruce because they truly deserve to be more entangled than they already are. let them be weird about each other DC.

[moon-ayyye]

Need Stephjay headcanons

Surprisingly terrifying duo. Like on their own, they're formidable fighters, but their chemistry is crazy. Pair them together, and they get shit done.

On their first anniversary, Steph punches Bruce at a gala for Jason. Damn near proposes to her on the spot

Nocturna and Steph get along like crazy.

During their weird courting stage, they were banned from sparring. Tension got too uncomfortable for everybody.

One time, on an undercover op, Steph got Jason to blow their cover by riling him up about his favourite book until he blew up.

During fights, Jason would throw Steph at goons.

When they were arguing about who should move in with who, Bruce suggested that he buy them a new house. They stopped fighting just to tear him a new one.

They took the house, though. Passing up a free house? They're not stupid

Got into an argument while on patrol and kept fighting about it while taking down a drug ring.

[f-o-x-t-r-o-t]

“...Such as Traffic Lights; Red Rover, Red Rover; Simon Says; and Other Childhood Games to Reflect Upon”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48506062

Part 2 of And I love, I love, I love you

Anyone could see that Stephanie and Jason have gotten closer over the last few months. How close though is a secret kept under lock and key even from themselves. Too close to just be friends with benefits; too scared to take that final step of admittance. While the two of them figure out how they fall into the other's life, cogs naturally fall into place. ***  “Mommy’s gonna take good care of you, Baby boy.” “Re—Red.”

Relationship:

Stephanie Brown/Jason Todd

Characters:

Jason Todd

Stephanie Brown

Additional Tags:

Little Jason Todd - Freeform

caregiver Stephanie Brown

Non-Sexual Age Play

Age Regression/De-Aging

involuntary regression

Autistic Jason Todd

Autistic Stephanie Brown

(not super notable in this fic but it's important to me)

Jason Todd Has PTSD

Safeword Use

Self-Hatred

Light Oral Fixation

(non-sexual)

non-graphic mention of stillborn birth

non-graphic mention of premature birth

mentions of maggots

a third of this is based on that RHatO V1#0 panel of Catherine pregnant

it’s never brought up again

So...

Non-graphic mentions of rape

Implied/Referenced Drug Use

Implied/Referenced Underage Prostitution

Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

Internalized Victim Blaming

(not viewing rape as actually rape)

Discussing kink

discussing dynamics

[ladytauria]

“I’m going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly.” chose your ship >:)

i went with jaysteph, 'cause i haven't written for them yet & they've been on my mind lately <3

i hope i wrote steph okay; i'm still feeling out her characterization ^^;

“So,” Steph says, perching on the arm of the couch like there aren’t two open seats right there in front of her. “Here’s how this is gonna work. I’m gonna ask you how you are, and you’re gonna answer me honestly.”

Jason crosses his arms. “You boss Tim around like this too?”

“Sure do,” she says breezily. “You’ve seen me do it.”

Jason purses his mouth. He isn’t pouting—though the look Steph gives him insinuates she feels otherwise. His arms twitch. He barely stops himself from crossing them over his chest, or slumping back into the couch. All of which would only further her—mistaken—impression.

When he doesn’t say anything else, Steph says, “So… Jason. How are you?”

“Peachy,” he bites.

Steph crosses her wrists and mimics the sound of an incorrect buzzer. “Nuh-uh, buddy, try again.”

“Oh my god,” Jason says. His head falls back against the couch.

“Look, I know emotional constipation is like—our whole thing, but… a little honesty here isn’t going to kill you,” Steph says. “I mean— Do you want me to bring up the B-word? ‘Cause I’ll do it, if it means we can bypass all… this.” She gestures vaguely.

Jason grimaces at the ceiling. “Please tell me the B-word is breakfast. As in, you want breakfast for dinner and will let this go if I agree to make you waffles.”

She doesn’t even dignify that with an answer. Which—yeah. Fair. If Steph wants waffles for dinner, Steph gets waffles for dinner, no bribery required. He’s easy like that. (It’s that thousand-watt smile—the way it leaves him weak at the knees, stomach fluttering. All that romance novel shit he never thought he’d actually have.)

Jason sighs, throwing an arm over his face. He loves that she cares. Really—he does. But he still hates talking about it. Like—okay. Some of it is easy. He can talk about how pissed he is that the Joker is still alive any day of the week. But when you get down to the other shit, the personal shit…

It’s harder. The words stick in his throat, like he’s swallowed a big glob of peanut butter, or like he’s got the worst flu of his life.

But Steph is asking—and. He’s trying to be honest with her. Even about the shit he doesn’t want to talk about.

Also, she’s serious about bringing up Bruce. So. There’s that.

 “How am I?” he repeats, as he picks through the snarled up briar patch growing in his chest. “I’m— not great.” Understatement. He feels like he’s unraveling at the seams, lately. Like, if he isn’t careful, eventually he’s going to unwind completely. “Everything has just been… a lot.” 

Steph slips off the arm of the couch; tucking herself up beside him. He can smell the honey of her body wash; the coconut of her shampoo. It’s nice. Almost as nice as the warmth of her, or the fingers that find his hair, toying gently with his curls.

“A lot?” she repeats, softer now.

“Yeah.” He drops his arm, twisting his torso so he’s curled toward her. He rests his hand on her hip, stroking it with his thumb over her shirt. “I don’t— I can’t point to one thing,” he says quietly. “It’s Bruce, a little bit.” It’s always Bruce, and often more than just ‘a little bit.’ “The city, too. Feels like—like nothing I’m doing, nothing we’re doing is helping. Changing anything. An’ I know that’s not true. I’ve seen the people we’ve helped. But— the bad shit just keeps happening, and. It just. Feels hopeless, sometimes. A lot of the time.” He pauses.

“An’... I’ve been thinking again. About all the stuff I missed out on. An’ I know it’s not too late for all of it, I know I can still— I can go to college. We can make an identity for me, somethin’ I can live in. But, I just. I think about balancing that with everything else, and it just— It’s a lot. I see you do it, and you— Baby, you do it amazingly, and— I want that too, but—”

Steph quiets him with a gentle finger to his mouth. She lays that hand on his chest, tracing the fading graphic on his tee. The other hand stays in his hair. “It is a lot,” she says quietly. “But it’s also nice, to have that break. That connection. Reminds you that all the shit we see isn’t everywhere. It might help.” Her mouth quirks, a little. “And as for B. I’ve hit him once. I’ll do it again, if it’ll make you feel better.”

Jason can’t help his grin. “Only if I can watch.”

Steph winks. “I’ll be watching for opportunities,” she says. Her expression gentles again; and she’s looking at him with an expression so fond that it makes mouth dry up, his eyes sting. “Until then— What do you say we take the night off, yeah? Turn the living room into a blanket fort, order pizza, and watch all those movies we’ve been wanting to see.”

“That—” He has to cut himself off; swallow and start again, when his mouth isn’t desert-dry. “That sounds great, babe.”

She kisses him, brief and fleeting. “Of course it does. I have the best ideas. Now, get moving, Jaybabe. You start on the supports, I’ll call the pizza place. The usual?”

“Yeah,” he agrees, rising to his feet.

He doesn’t know how he got so lucky, but he’s not about to question it. He’ll just have to make sure he never forgets.

[madge-nius]

steph for the character ask game with 8, 9 or 16!

9. Yes I could be roommates with her. I fear I would be like lowkey in love with her and never say anything, but I could be in love with her

16. Jaysteph? Stephjay? Whichever way around it goes, I loathe it with a passion

[bruisedrednblue]

steph is the type to gently stroke jason lips with her thumb after she's done feeding him her cock

[sunlitlemonade]

Jaysteph/Stephjay

SHIP IT. I SHIP IT SO HARD. I LOVE THEM.

1. What made you ship it?: i have always enjoyed the concept of the ship a lot but didn't think about them much till that panel of steph getting jason coffee [in tfz iirc?] dropped & i was like. oh. OH. something just clicked & i sort of obsessively rotated them in my head for so long that they now sit there rent free lmao

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?: i feel like they would have that lovely, banter-y dynamic where they tease each other relentlessly while also being gentle with each other that just hits the spot for me yknow?

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?: oof man i haven't really interacted the jaysteph fandom a lot so i honestly have no clue what the popular opinions are, sorry!

oh also - i have a cute little jaysteph fic, go read ittttt

[skylarkblue]

Title: Jason and Stephanie's Adventures in Reading Author: skylarkblue Fandom: Batman Pairing: Stephanie Brown/Jason Todd Rating: G Word Count: 2,757 Warnings: None

Summary: Jason and Stephanie have their own little book club. This month, they're reading their childhood favourites.

Written for JaySteph Weekend Day 1 prompt "Book Club" hosted by the lovely @jaystephevents

Read on AO3 here!