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thepurplebutterflythings · 5 years ago

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Damsel in Distress (Part 7) - Jason Todd

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Paring: Jason Todd (Titans) x (f)Reader

Summary: Y/N returns the necklace to Jason after discovering the truth. Jason askes for some advice from the last person to hold the mantle of Robin, Dick Grayson.

Warnings: Angst

A/N: This is a little series I am doing about Jason Todd in Titans. I don’t know Comic!Jason very well so I’m taking all of this from the show, and at the moment he hasn’t been in very often, so please forgive any mischaracterizations.

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All-day Y/N avoided Jason’s phone calls and texts, she barely answered the ones from her friends either, only texting Sandy to tell her why she wasn’t in. Y/N lied and said she had a stomach bug and went home. The whole day, Y/N stayed in her bedroom. It wasn’t hard as her parents were out as were her siblings, meaning there was no one there to object to her self-isolation. Even when her parents came home, they had other work to do and merely peered in to check on her.

“You feeling okay, hun?” Mrs Y/L/N cooed.

“Not really,” Y/N shook her head as she sat, curled up into herself, on her bed. “I’m not hungry.”

“Okay, hun, well, try and get some sleep.”

Mrs Y/L/N left and closed the door behind her. It wasn’t even dark outside yet, but Y/N was feeling tired, especially after her mother started to talk about sleep. Y/N threw the clothes she was wearing to the floor and pulled on her pyjamas instead, not even bothering to climb under the sheets but collapsing on top of them and quickly falling to sleep.

She dreamt of normality as she shifted in her sleep. In her dream, Jason was not Robin, but Y/N was with him romantically. It had that misty hue that dreams often had, a warming tone that comforted the dreamer, but it didn’t feel like a figment of the imagination, it felt real. In her dream, Y/N and Jason were at a Gala like they attended all those months ago, and they were dancing together, laughing and drinking and eating. Y/N wore a brilliant red gown and Jason wore a black cap with his suit, a cape similar to Robin, but it never struck Y/N as odd, and in her dream, she never thought of Robin, or that Robin was Jason, or that Jason was Robin; in her dream it was merely Jason and Y/N, dancing the night away together, being madly in love. Jason kissed her softly. It was at this kiss that something felt off to Y/N, something deep in her mind awoke. Jason kissed like Robin. Robin was Jason. Then she woke up with a start as her dream-self experienced all the memories from reality, of Jason and of Robin and what had happened. Y/N woke up the moment she realized it was a dream. She looked to her bedside clock and saw it was two in the morning.

“God,” Y/N groaned, burying her head in the pillow and trying to go back to sleep, but alas it was not to be as there was a tapping on her balcony door. Y/N pulled her head from her pillow and looked to see Jason there, dressed as Robin – mask and everything. Y/N gave him a dirty look and tried to ignore him, but Jason persisted.

“Come on, Y/N, please. I wanna talk,” he called through the glass door.

“Go away, Jason,” Y/N called back. Jason then knocked on the door harder – that caused Y/N to panic that her parents would wake up and discover her secret, so she leapt from her bed and threw open the doors, folding her arms across her chest.

“Please, Y/N…”

“You know you don’t need the mask now, right?” Y/N spat. Jason looked sheepishly as he removed the mask from his face and met her gaze. The act of Jason finally taking his mask off in front of Y/N, despite her knowing now, faltered Y/N for a second as she saw how vulnerable he looked in the suit without his mask. Jason looked like he truly was – scared of being rejected.

“I’m so sorry, really,” Jason insisted, stepping forward to Y/N, who instinctively stepped backwards. The look of hurt on his face killed her.

“Sorry doesn’t change that it happened, Jason.”

“Damsel, please.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Y/N-” “Jason, I know you were trying to protect me, truly I do, but…” Y/N inhaled deeply, “you listened to me talk about how I was so upset when you stopped hanging with me and tried to cut me from your life but you did nothing about it, and if anything you prolonged my pain.”

“I was scared,” Jason said, “and I wanted to tell you, I did. I had this whole thing planned about how I was going to tell you – it was perfect too. I never meant for it to go this way.”

“Be honest with me Jason,” Y/N sighed, “how did you think I was going to react?”

“I thought you loved me enough to accept it, that you liked me for me and not who was under the mask,” Jason whispered close to tears. Y/N could see what she was saying was hurting Jason, and she would never want to hurt him, but she had to say her peace, tell him the truth.

“I do love you, Jason, I could never stop that.” Y/N assured Jason. She placed her hands on his cheeks and looked into his beautiful brown eyes, “don’t ever think that I don’t, but I just… I need you to understand that I shared so much with you in private – personal things – I shared myself with you in many ways, my thoughts, my emotions… my body, and then this happens…”

“Do you regret it?”

“Never in a million years,” she said, “but you have to understand, Jason, you’ve hurt my trust.” Y/N sighed, “I won’t tell anyone your secret.”

“I know, I never doubted you. I know you would never tell.” Jason nodded, “But I just feel so bad about hurting you. I never wanted to hurt you. I never meant for this to happen. I want to make things right between us, Damsel.” With every sentence, Jason pressed a kiss on Y/N’s face. Her forehead. Her cheek. Her other cheek. Her nose. Her neck. “Please, let me make this right.”

“I know you want to, Jason,” Y/N whispered as they rested their foreheads together, “but I think its best that we don’t see each other for a while.”

Those words brought Jason over the edge as the tears slipped from his eyes. He wrapped Y/N in his arms and pulled her close to him, almost snivelling. Constantly repeating her name and ‘please’, Jason buried his head into her neck, begging her. Y/N gently coaxed his head from her neck and rested her forehead against his once more.

“Y/N…” Jason murmured as Y/N kissed away stray tears from his face, “please.”

“Not forever, just a little while.” Y/N ran her hands up and down his arms, “I need space to think about what I want, how I feel, all that stuff. Please, try to understand.”

“I do,” he nodded sadly. “I’m so sorry, Damsel.”

Hearing him call her that pet-name broke Y/N’s heart; it reminded her of all the good times, the moments spent sitting on the balcony, sharing feelings and holding each other. The necklace on her started to feel as though it was weighing her down, she couldn’t take it anymore, just feeling the chain against her neck felt too much, like a burden, a reminder of what had happened between them. Y/N stepped back and unclasped the chain that Jason gave her and handed it back to him, dropping it in his gloved hand.

“Just a few weeks,” she told him.

“Just a few weeks,” he repeated with a solemn face. Jason then walked up to Y/N and kissed her passionately as though it were the last time – for all he knew it was. Y/N kissed back, feeling his hair between her fingers. Both were crying through the kiss, tears falling from their eyes, which they wiped away when they pulled back.

“Goodbye, for now, Jason Todd,” Y/N said, her voice cracking as she tried to hold herself together.

“Goodbye, for now, Y/N Y/L/N,” Jason said, carefully putting the necklace away in one of his pockets before placing his mask back on and climbing up onto her roof, then leaping onto the roof onto the next building. Y/N watched as he vanished from sight.

“I love you…” she said to the empty air.

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Jason didn’t know what possessed him when he called Dick Grayson. Of all people to talk to about this problem, Dick should not be on the list, but Alfred was busy and there was no way Bruce was going to be helpful at this point.

“Yes?”

“Dick? It’s Jason.”

“Jason? What are you calling about? Is it Bruce? Cause if it is, I’m not interested.”

“No. Nothing about Bruce.”

“Then what is it?”

“I need some advice…” Jason mumbled down the phone.

“Can’t Bruce or Alfred help?”

“It’s a girl problem, and a Robin one too,” Jason admitted. He heard Dick’s breathing change from something calm to something tenser and perhaps angry. Did he make a mistake going to Dick? Well, if he had then Jason knew one thing, it still wouldn’t get back to Bruce.

“Can you get to me?” Dick asked in a monotone voice, “probably best to talk in person. I’ll send you the location.”

“Yeah, and Dick?”

“Yes, Jason?”

“Thank you.”

“Yeah, well, let’s talk first.”

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Jason awkwardly stood on the balcony of the place where Dick was staying. Being in Bruce’s care had its benefit, one being fast travel, Jason was standing next to Dick on the balcony before the sun had risen. On the railing was two beer bottles, one for Jason and one for Dick. Dick grabbed his beer and took the cap off, drinking it slowly. Jason has changed from his Robin suit to his civilian clothing.

“Girl trouble and Robin trouble?” Dick stated.

“You have no idea…”

“Come on then,” Dick sighed, handing Jason a beer, “what is it? You want my advice?”

“Yes.”

“What about?” Dick asked. Jason realized that while Dick was more than willing to give him the advice needed, he had no clue what that advice was.

“How’d you do it? Balance Robin and You?” Jason asked quietly. The young man sighed and shifted on the balcony, glancing to his left of him to look at Dick. Dick looked at Jason for a moment, clearly contemplating what to say. It was a sensitive topic, a serious one, and Dick had to think about what to say and how to phrase it.

“It’s very hard,” Dick began carefully, “I found it difficult, balancing all this is possible, I’ve seen it with others, but I struggled. I’m not going to lie about that, and honestly, I don’t know what advice I can give you. Spend too much time as Jason and you lose Robin, spend too much time as Robin and you lose Jason. I think it’s different for everyone but at the end of the day… I guess the only thing I can tell you is… find something to keep you grounded, but have that be something positive. For me, it was the idea of getting revenge for my parents, and after I had that there was nothing to ground me and I didn’t like who I was because my grounding was anger.” Dick confessed, it was a hard thing for him to say, but he said it, “You have the opportunity to be better than me as Robin, Jason, take it, don’t let kicking the cops' asses be your grounding.”

“It hasn’t been for a long time,” Jason said, “not since Y/N, and now I’ve lost her.”

“Huh?”

“There’s a girl in Gotham… Y/N Y/L/N…” Jason mumbled. Dick nearly choked on his beer.

“As in the Y/L/N family?”

“Exactly that Y/L/N,” Jason nodded.

“How’d that happen?”

“She’s in my Physics class. I saved her one night as Robin, and it sort of grew from there,” Jason explained, “I kept going to visit her as Robin at night and I… hung out with her as Jason in the day. Things got complicated and I…”

“You fell in love with her, didn’t you?”

“Hard,” Jason sighed, “and I somehow managed to keep it going for months, and then I screwed it all up.”

“What did you do?”

“I was getting closer with her as Robin, so I distanced myself from her as Jason – it was painful but I had to so I didn’t slip up, but I slipped up anyway.” Jason swigged his beer and sighed as he looked out over the city. “Fuck…” Jason huffed and leaned against the wall. “It was just a slip of the tongue; I called her the pet-name I only used as Robin.”

“And she figured it all out?”

“Within seconds.”

“Then what happened?”

“Well, I know she won’t tell I’m Robin,” Jason assured Dick, who nodded silently, “but Y/N said we should have a few weeks apart, to sort things out… emotionally.”

“How close did you get?” Dick asked quietly. It was a question that had clearly been playing on his mind since Jason called him – even a moron could figure out what Jason meant when he called her.

“Saying we love each other, even calling each other the love of each other’s life…” Jason confessed, then he hesitated “we’ve had sex…”

“How’d you manage that without letting her know who you were?”

“The mask stayed on…” Jason turned to see Dick looking at him with a cocked eyebrow. Jason felt his face flush as he thought back to that night. “Don’t judge me for that.”

“I’m not judging, a little impressed, maybe, but not judging.” Dick smiled, “I’m not going to act like there wasn’t a girl who liked when I wore the mask.”

“You mean Dawn?”

“You know about that?”

“Everyone knows, Dick. You’re both so obvious.”

“Anyway…” Dick coughed, “having Y/N as your grounding is good.”

“Did you hear me? I screwed it all up,” Jason said, “I hurt her, I broke her trust. She will never want to be with me again.”

Dick sighed and brushed the hair out of his eyes as he looked at Jason. At times Dick saw part of himself in the second Robin and saw what he wished he could be. Happy. To see Jason kicking himself over this was almost painful. Jason made a mistake, yes costly, but still a mistake, and mistakes can be learnt from.

“Give her a few weeks to herself, like she asked,” Dick said quietly.

“Of course, I respect her.”

“Good.” Dick nodded.

“Then what?” Jason asked.

“Bare yourself to her.”

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“What’s up with you lately?” Jessica asked Y/N as they sat at their usual spot in the café with their drinks.

“What’d you mean?”

“You’re off.”

“Off?”

“Distracted,” Jessica sighed, “I don’t get it. Last week you were perky and happy and now you’re so gloomy. What happened? And where’s that necklace you refused to take off?”

“The chain broke,” Y/N lied with a shrug, “anyway, I haven’t been sleeping well lately so I’m just tired.”

“Alright…” Jessica said unconvinced. “Well, you know if anything is bothering you that you can talk to me.”

“I know.”

“Honestly, I thought it was all about the date.”

“Huh?”

“It’s been a year since Robin rescued you,” Jessica reminded her, “I was worried you were having a bad time because you were thinking about that.”

“No,” Y/N shook her head, “I had completely forgotten that.”

“Really?” Jessica frowned.

“Really,” Y/N nodded. After everything that had happened lately, the date and times had completely slipped from her mind. Ironically, two weeks before, when Y/N didn’t know that Jason was Robin, she had been planning on doing a little thing for the anniversary of the night they met. She had thought about making a nice dinner for them, something that they could enjoy on the balcony.

After all, he had been so good to her.

To think it had been a year, and she thought about how different everything was a year ago. Y/N didn’t even like Jason then, and now he had broken her heart. Part of Y/N wished she could go back to the moment it all began and warn her past self about what the future would hold. Another part of her wouldn’t change what happened for anything, because, regardless of how Jason broke her heart, she still loved him.

Y/N just wished she had told him that before he left. What was to happen now?

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scenes-in-between · 6 years ago

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Nothing Important Happened Today (Part 1)

(pre-episode)

One night. They get one night at home together before it all goes to hell.

It's not the most restful night, either. The baby is up every two hours to eat, and both Mulder and Scully have nightmares in between. Even so, months later, he will look back on this night of broken sleep with a longing so fierce it feels he might combust from it.

He finally decides after William's 5 AM feeding that he might as well get some water boiling (coffee for him, tea for Scully), and even bleary-eyed and fuzzy-headed, it is hard to remember a time he's been happier. This is the dream he never really allowed himself to want, a domestic sort of bliss he never truly believed himself worthy of, messy and imperfect but also somehow exactly right.

He almost drops the kettle into the sink when someone knocks on the door.

Instinctively, he reaches toward the holster he’s not wearing, frowns, and pads on near-silent bare feet to the door anyway. A wary glance through the peephole does nothing to set his mind at ease.

“What do you want?” he says quietly through the closed door.

“We need to talk,” is the muffled reply.

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“Maybe not. But you’re going to want to hear what I have to say to you.”

Clenching his jaw, Mulder unlocks the deadbolt but leaves the security chain in place, then opens the door just the small amount that the chain allows.

“And why should I believe anything that comes out of your mouth?”

“Believe me or don’t,” Kersh says. “But I didn’t have to come here. And if I walk away right now, the only person whose ass that saves is me.”

***

Mulder closes the door, and for a moment, Kersh thinks he might not reopen it. But he hears the slide and clatter of the chain being undone, and then the door opens once more. Mulder is standing there with the same defiant scowl on his face that he’s worn so many times before in Kersh’s office, only this time, the flannel pajama pants and bare feet make him look even more like a petulant teenager. It might be funny, if the situation weren’t so dire.

The temptation is certainly there, Kersh has to admit, to simply walk away. To let whatever Mulder has coming for him just take its course and have that be the end of it, once and for all. Under different circumstances, he might indeed have done just that.

But what’s coming for Mulder won’t stop with him; Agent Scully and this brand new, innocent baby will be caught in the crossfire, and that is more blood on his hands than he can stomach. Kersh may have no love lost for Mulder, but he is not a complete monster.

At length, Mulder moves to one side so Kersh can actually enter the apartment instead of standing out in the hallway like a jackass.

“Whatever you have to say, keep your voice down,” Mulder murmurs as he closes the door. “The baby’s sleeping.”

Kersh gestures toward the couch. “Mind if we sit down?”

“No, I think we’re fine right here,” Mulder says, crossing his arms over his chest. “You won’t be staying long.”

Arrogant sonofabitch.

“All right, then. I’ll cut to the chase. Your life is in danger. You’ve got about 24 hours to get out of town before a chain of events is set in motion that no one will be able to stop.”

“I’m sorry, is that supposed to scare me? Maybe you haven’t noticed, but that’s not exactly new territory for me.”

“Oh, no? Then tell me, what does Agent Scully think about this cavalier attitude of yours, in light of the… new addition.”

At this, Mulder drops his arms and steps forward, getting his face right up into Kersh’s. “Don’t you threaten my son,” he practically hisses.

“That’s not a threat, you damned hothead, it’s a warning. A warning that you’ve got your head so far up your own ass that you fail to recognize the danger you’re bringing on them both by staying here.”

“Oh, and I’m supposed to believe that leaving them unprotected is a better plan? Thanks, but given how well that worked out the last time, I’m not making that mistake again.”

“They’re still alive, aren’t they?”

Mulder’s jaw muscle bulges, but whatever he’s about to say is derailed by the sound of another door opening in the apartment.

Kersh turns to see Agent Scully standing in the doorway to the bedroom, then quickly looks away; she’s wearing a robe over her pajamas, but even so, he is still her boss, and seeing her like this seems intimate in a way that feels deeply inappropriate.

“Sir? What are you doing here?”

“The Deputy Director was just leaving,” Mulder says before Kersh can answer.

Kersh levels a glare at him. “Actually, I think Agent Scully ought to hear what I’ve told you. Perhaps she will have the sense to listen.”

“No, I think we’re both done listening to your lies.”

He should have known it would be pointless to come here. Mulder was never going to listen to reason, especially not after learning about Kersh’s association with the very people he’s now trying to protect them from.

The same people who will not hesitate to separate his head from his body if they find out he’s been here.

It’s this last point that keeps him from throwing up his hands and walking out; if he leaves without doing what he came here to do, the risk will have been entirely for nothing, and Alvin Kersh is not someone who puts himself in harm’s way for no reason.

“If I were trying to mislead you, don’t you think I would have contrived to do so by some means that you would find more credible?”

“You’ve never shown even the slightest interest in helping us before,” Mulder counters. “Why start now?”

It takes every ounce of restraint not to roll his eyes.

“What I have refused to do, and will never do, is validate your ridiculous claims about aliens. You are so quick to blame everything on little green men that you ignore, to your great detriment, the very real and very human threats facing you. Especially now.”

Mulder scoffs. “There is nothing human about the men you were meeting in your office a few nights ago.”

“On the contrary. What you mischaracterize as alien is in fact the product of human science more advanced and more dangerous than you could possibly comprehend.”

This shuts Mulder up for a full two seconds. Then he shakes his head. “You actually believe that, don’t you? You really have no idea what you’re dealing with.”

“Mulder, can I speak with you for a moment?” Agent Scully says quietly from behind Kersh. “Alone?”

Mulder’s expression immediately changes, his eyes narrowing in concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, just… Would you excuse us a moment please, sir?”

“By all means,” Kersh says, without turning around.

With one more distrustful glare, Mulder stalks past him, and the two of them go into the bedroom and shut the door. Kersh, meanwhile, takes this opportunity to walk over to the chair in the living room and sit down. For several minutes, the only sound is a clock ticking somewhere nearby.

Kersh waits.

***

“I just think it's worth hearing what he has to say,” Scully whispers. “It's the only way we can hope to even guess as to what his true motivations might be.”

“We know that he wants me out of the picture, Scully. I don't think the 'why’ matters. I'm not going anywhere.”

“I know you're not.” She takes his hand and squeezes. His face softens, and he squeezes her fingers back. “But I still want to try and find out as much as possible about what we're up against.” She looks over at the bassinet. “If not for our sake then for William's.”

“Dana…”

“I need to know they aren't going to keep coming after him. That when they all walked away in Georgia, that was the end of it. Because if it wasn't…”

“I'm not going to let anything happen to him. Not to him, not to you, not to any of us.”

“Mulder…” She sighs. “We both know what they're capable of. We both know that's something you can't promise. Which is why it's all the more important to know whatever we can about what they want and what they're planning. That is the only way we will have any hope of fighting them. And while Kersh may believe the lie about their origins, that doesn't mean that the rest of what he might know about them is also untrue.”

“Unless by listening to him, we're playing right into their hands.” He shakes his head. “I don't trust anything that comes out of his mouth, regardless of whether or not he believes he's telling the truth.”

“I don't trust him either. But I still think that we should hear him out first, and then decide what to do with whatever information he might give us.”

Mulder drops her hand and rubs his face. “I don’t like it,” he murmurs from behind his hands. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to go.”

Nothing has gone “how it was supposed to” since the moment she found out she was pregnant. Mulder disappearing for months and coming back “dead,” all of the questions and the worry, the doctors she should have been able to trust but couldn’t, and all of it culminating in a birth that bore not even the faintest resemblance to any of what she had hoped and planned for. She fell through the proverbial looking glass the day Mulder left for Oregon, and she can count on one hand the moments since then when her life has felt like anything approaching normal.

And that’s even relative to the departure from “normal” that has characterized her life since the first time she walked into that basement office, nearly a decade ago.

She looks over again at William. If all of this turmoil is the price she has to pay for him, for his very existence, for the fact that however miraculous the circumstances surrounding his conception might have been, he is the product of a perfectly ordinary human union, then she will pay it without hesitation.

“Come on. We’d better get back out there.”

Without giving Mulder a chance to argue again, she opens the door. Kersh meets her eyes only momentarily before looking away uncomfortably. She’s not sure what he expected, dropping in on a new mother at 5:30 in the morning; no way in hell is she putting on a pantsuit right now. There is nothing immodest about her current state of dress, and if he has a problem with it, that’s on him.

Besides, maybe it’s a good thing if he’s thrown off balance a bit.

She walks to the couch and sits. “All right. I’m listening.”

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thepurplebutterflythings · 5 years ago

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Damsel in Distress (Part 3) - Jason Todd

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Word Count: 3.0K

Paring: Jason Todd (Titans) x (f)Reader

Summary: Y/N feels torn between Robin and Jason Todd.

Warnings: N/A

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The ballroom the Gala was held in seemed to glisten with all the golden décor scattered around and the chandeliers twinkled from the lights behind them. It was almost as though Y/N had entered a fairy-tale, a Disney movie, and was waiting for a Prince to come and dance the night away with her. She sighed and looked around, it was beautiful and it couldn’t be denied. Y/N stuck close to the wall and walked around the edge of the room, taking a champagne flute off of a tray as she passed.

Y/N had arrived earlier than expected and Jason wasn’t to arrive for a little while longer, so she had to entertain herself. She leaned against the wall and watched the other attendees who ate, drank and danced, occasionally she would brush an imaginary speck of dirt from her dress.

Her dress was a brilliant red trumpet gown made of a gorgeous silk. Y/N thought of Jason’s reaction when she told him about her dress in the library.

“It’s called ‘Robin Red’,” she told him, “the shade of red.”

“Robin Red?” Jason grinned and looked her up and down as though imagining her in the dress. Y/N nodded and blushed. She chose that one specifically because it reminded her of Robin and the late-night conversations between the two of them.

Now here she was, standing in the Gala, in her Robin Red dress, waiting for Jason Todd. Y/N knew she didn’t have to worry about Robin dropping by her balcony only to discover she wasn’t home. She told him where she would be.

“Don’t tell me I’ll have to rescue you again,” Robin teased when Y/N told him about it.

“No Damsel in Distressing from me that night,” Y/N chuckled, “I’ll be with my family and a friend the whole time.”

“A friend?” Robin cocked his eyebrow.

“A guy named Jason,” she shrugged, “he’s a nice guy. Funny. Kind. It’ll be fun to hang with him.”

“Nice that you won’t be alone,” Robin bumped his shoulder with hers, “Are you and this Jason guy… together?”

“No,” Y/N shook her head, “just a friend. There is a different guy I like.” Y/N smiled a little.

“Do I know him?” Robin smiled.

“How would I know?” Y/N chuckled, “I don’t know who you are behind the mask.” She didn’t want to admit yet that it was Robin she liked.

Just standing there, Y/N replayed her words about Jason. Just a friend. Just a friend. It felt partly right to say that Jason was her friend, but she couldn’t shake the feeling she felt when alone with him like he was someone familiar to her, but she didn’t let herself think any deeper about it. There were always people who you felt that you knew your whole life. Y/N just brushed it off like that.

“You look stunning,” said a voice. Y/N turned to see Jason standing there in a black suit with a white shirt and a Robin Red tie. He grinned broadly at Y/N. Y/N smiled back.

“You clean up good yourself,” Y/N chuckled looking Jason up and down. The suit showed his broad shoulders, which caught Y/N’s eye. Jason laughed and took the spot next to her.

“Hope I haven’t kept you waiting long,” Jason gave her a glance.

“No, only like ten or fifteen minutes.”

“You’ve been standing here for that long in that dress and no dumbass as asked you to dance?” Jason said in disbelief, taking the empty glass from Y/N’s handing and placed it on a table.

“No, but, I wouldn’t be interested,” Y/N shrugged it off, but Jason took her hand and led her towards the dance floor. “What are you doing?”

“Showing these people what idiots they’ve been for leaving a beautiful lady like yourself alone.”

The pair of them danced around the floor. It was a waltz. They stood perfectly and smiled at each other, occasionally laughing together.

“Where did you learn how to dance like this?” Y/N asked him and Jason looked a little sheepish.

“I asked Alfred to teach me…”

Y/N knew Alfred was the Wayne Butler, and a very nice man, so she smiled and chuckled a little as Jason blushed deeply.

“That’s sweet.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded, “it really is.”

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“How was the Gala?” Robin asked as he lounged on the balcony with Y/N, who was sitting curled up and watching him. Robin gave Y/N a large grin as he put his arm behind his head. “Did you miss me?”

“It was good,” she said as she adjusted her sitting position, “and I was in good company.”

“Ah yes, Jason,” Robin nodded, seemingly interested “how was he on the dance floor?”

“Surprisingly good,” Y/N chuckled, “we waltzed for a long time. He had to be taught to though.”

“He learnt to dance for you?” Robin smiled.

“Well, I don’t know if it was for me, but he learnt.”

“Come on, Damsel,” Robin sat up, “you go to a Gala with a guy, and before it the guy learns to waltz? The guy learnt to dance for you. He must like you.”

“What?” Y/N turned and looked at Robin, who just smiled and shrugged before returning to a lounging position.

“Just saying,” he said in a singsong voice, “and speaking of things we’re just saying, I wanted to tell you that I’m out of Gotham for the next few days.”

“What?” Y/N said again, but unlike before it wasn’t the sudden panic, her voice was quieter, softer and almost a little scared. “Why?”

“I gotta mission to do.”

“Can I ask what?”

“Course you can,” Robin moved from the lounging position to sit next to Y/N, “I’m not the original Robin, I’m the second one to take the mantle and I started about a year ago.”

“What happened to the Original?” Y/N asked, “He didn’t die, did he?”

“No, no,” Robin assured her, taking her hand in his own, “the original Robin just… left the job.”

“Okay, what’s this got to do with this mission?”

“Someone sent pictures to the police, addressed to Robin, of people being melted with acid. Batman recognised the people, they were associated with the original Robin. The person behind this thinks the old Robin is still Robin and I need to find him and show him these and find out what’s going on behind the pictures. Maybe stop it, I don’t know…” Robin was patient in explaining himself, seeing the panic etching on Y/N’s face. It sort of calmed when he explained it, but it was clear Y/N was still worried about it. “But I’ll be fine, don’t worry, Damsel.” Robin gently tapped Y/N’s nose, causing her to smile. “I’ll soon be back mooching your Oreos and taking up space on your balcony.”

“Promise me?”

“Promise.”

Robin held his pinkie up and Y/N wrapped hers around his gloved one, as they both smiled.

Three days and it was three days too long for Y/N. She had no way to contact Robin or know if he was alright, and it was starting to eat her up a little. Jason had to go to a meeting with people investing in Wayne Enterprises, at least that was what he texted her one night and she didn’t question it, about certain things that Jason said he wouldn’t bore Y/N about and that he would see her when he got back and that he enjoyed dancing with Y/N at the Gala. Y/N sent a brief text back saying thanks for telling her and that she’ll see him when he got back, but she didn’t really pay it any heed. She knew Jason would be fine in a board room.

She didn’t know if Robin would be. Why did she ask what the mission was? Now all her nightmares were plagued with visions of Robin being attacked with acid. Now here she was at 3 AM pacing up and down her bedroom, biting her thumbnail, panicking about Robin. Please, please let him be safe. Y/N was fully distracted until she heard a knock on her balcony door. She yelped and turned to see Robin standing on her balcony. Y/N launched herself across her bedroom to the doors and threw them open, ready to jump into Robin’s arms, but he stepped backwards, holding Y/N at arm’s length.

“I wouldn’t risk it,” he told her, “I got shot with acid bullets, I’m safe, but my breastplate might be risky to touch without gloves.”

Y/N nodded and stepped back, watching as Robin took his breastplate off and dropped it onto the balcony. The moment it hit the ground, Y/N threw herself into Robin’s arms and sighed deeply. Robin wrapped Y/N into his arms and held her close to him.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Y/N whispered against him.

“Told you it’d be alright, didn’t I?” Robin said, pulling his head away from her to look Y/N in the eye.

“Did you or did you not just say you were shot at with Acid Bullets?”

“Good point,” Robin chuckled a little, brushing the hair from Y/N’s face, finding her concern endearing, “but I came back safe and sound.”

“This time.”

“Hey, I always will,” Robin swore, “I’ll always come back safe to you.”

“Promise me, Robin,” Y/N buried her face into his chest, “Please, Robin.”

“I promise, I swear on everything humanly possible, you won’t lose me.” Robin stroked Y/N’s cheek. She stared at him deeply. Even with the mask on, Y/N could see how handsome Robin was, which was amplified with every smile and twinkle of the eye. But he wasn’t just handsome, he was kind and good-hearted. Y/N couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“You’re the guy I like, not like, love” Y/N took a deep breath and looked at Robin, “I love you, Robin.”

Robin smiled and cupped Y/N’s face, leaning in close. He kissed her gently, his hands moving towards her waist and holding her close. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face closer to her. They pulled back for a moment and Robin rested his forehead against Y/N’s.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Robin whispered, “I love you,” he said again before leaning in and kissing Y/N again. They stumbled backwards and hit her dresser, causing them to abruptly stop and pull away, laughing quietly as they did so not to draw the attention of her parents or siblings. “Sorry,” he whispered as he stepped backwards, realizing that he led Y/N to crash into her dresser.

“It’s okay,” she said as she shyly stood on her tip toes and kissed him again. They pulled apart again and Y/N leaned against her dresser. Robin gently pulled Y/N into his arms again, pressing a kiss onto her temple before whispering into her ear.

“I’ve got to go,” he said, “I’ve got to update Batman. I came here first, I just had to see you, and I knew you’d be worried. I wanted to calm you down.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said, “for coming by.” She rubbed her nose against his and gave him a quick kiss. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“I am too,” Robin smiled, kissing Y/N. “I gotta go now,” he said reluctantly.

“Okay,” Y/N nodded, pulling back, “come back soon?”

“Of course,” Robin said, “I’d be an idiot not to.”

Y/N laughed and walked Robin to the door. She watched him pull his breastplate back on before he climbed up onto her roof. Y/N stepped out at this point to watch him jump from her roof to the roof next door. Y/N waved at Robin when he was on the next roof, and Robin waved back.

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“Y/N? Y/N?” Kacey snapped her finger’s in front of Y/N’s face when she seemed to be in a trance in the library the next morning. “Did you even listen?”

“Huh?” She blinked and shook her head, “no, sorry, what were you saying?”

“Forget that, what’s got you distracted?”

“I… I’ve met a guy,” Y/N confessed. Kacey grinned and leaned back.

“Tell me about him,” Kacey said and Y/N just smiled.

“Kace, he is so nice and sweet,” she told her friend, “he is always dropping by just to chat and check up on me, and so handsome. Incredible jawline.”

“When am I going to meet the young man who has captured your heart?”

“Not yet,” Y/N shook her head, “it’s so fresh.”

“Ah, the beginning stage,” Kacey sighed with a smile, “where every kiss makes you grin and your heart flutter and you just want to hold each other. That’s the best.”

“That’s all you’ve had,” Y/N teased her friend, who jokingly hit her arm.

“Bitch.”

“I know.”

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Jason sat down next to Y/N on the park bench and gave her a to-go cup of coffee. Y/N thanked him and leaned back on the bench, smiling as she did.

“How was the meeting thing you had to do for Bruce?” Y/N asked.

“Alright,” Jason shrugged, grinning widely as he looked at Y/N, running his thumb over his lips, “bit boring. I wished I was home a lot,” he admitted.

“Yeah, it was a bit dull without you around,” Y/N poked his side. “I had to entertain myself.”

“Well, did you do a good job?” Jason pinched her arm and she batted him away. Y/N shrugged and thought what a state she was during that period, worrying about Robin, and how she couldn’t sleep and all she did was think of him and if he was safe.

“It was manageable,” she said carelessly, not wanting to talk about that further.

“I was thinking,” Jason started scratching the back of his head awkwardly, “that, erm, well, we had such a good time at the Gala, didn’t we?”

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded, “it was fun.”

“Maybe we should go out again?”

“With the others?”

“No. Just us. Like…” Jason hesitated, “like a date.” Jason had placed his hand on Y/N’s cheek and gently stroked it. He looked at Y/N with a deep gaze and a smile dancing on his lips. It was as though he had something in mind that Y/N didn’t know about, like he knew about something she didn’t.

“Oh.” Y/N blinked and pulled back from Jason in shock. All Y/N could think about was Robin. She did like Jason, he was a sweet guy, and she knew deep down that if Robin wasn’t in the picture, or if Y/N didn’t fall in love with him, then she would have fallen for Jason Todd. There was no doubt in her mind. That wasn’t the case though. Robin was in her life and she had fallen hard for him.

“Good ‘oh’ or bad ‘oh’?” Jason asked teasingly.

“Jason…” she sighed and looked down, “you’re without a doubt an incredible guy,” Y/N placed her hand on top of Jason’s, “and in another lifetime maybe we would have ended up together, but…”

“But…”

“I’m sorry Jason,” Y/N said, “there is a guy in my life, and I’ve kept it quiet for personal reasons. I really like this guy, and I know that if things went differently it could’ve been me and you, but things went the way it did and I met this guy and I really care about him. I… I love him.” She paused and looked sympathetically at Jason, “I’m sorry, Jason.”

Jason smiled and pulled Y/N into a hug. She felt Jason smile and breathe deeply as they rocked back and forth a little bit.

“No need to be sorry,” Jason told her, “He’s a lucky guy, and I’m glad you’re happy.”

Y/N pulled back from Jason and gave him a tight smile. She felt a little bad that she had to reject him. Jason was a good guy.

“I hope we’re still friends,” Y/N said quietly.

“Of course,” Jason nodded. Y/N stood and looked at Jason.

“I should go,” she told him, “I’ll see you later though, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he assured her, gently rubbing her elbow in a weak attempt to assure her that it wasn’t awkward between them anymore, but Y/N still felt bad because she knew, she knew that she and he could have been together but in another life.

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“What’s bothering you?” Robin asked her that night as they laid out on the bench on her balcony. Y/N rested her head on his chest and he stroked her hair.

“I had to reject a guy today,” Y/N told him. “That Jason I went to the Gala with.”

“He’s got a good taste in girls,” Robin teased causing Y/N to smile and chuckle a little, gently slapping his chest. “Did you hit me? Couldn’t feel a thing with this armour on.”

“I felt so bad about it, Robin,” Y/N sat up and looked down at Robin, who still laid there, “he took it all so well too which made me feel worse because he’s so nice.”

“At least he seemed to understand and took the hint,” Robin assured her sitting up and stroking her arm.

“Yeah,” she nodded with a sigh, “I hope he finds someone, because he deserves someone good.”

“Course he will.” Robin kissed her forehead and guided her to lay down again. She sighed and closed her eyes as she placed her head on his chest, snuggling in closer to him. “I’m so lucky to have you,” Robin told her as he kissed the top of her head and wrapped his arms around Y/N.

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Y/N sat alone in her room after Robin left, her phone in her hands and her finger hovering over Jason’s name in her contacts. She just really wanted to call him and just talk, like they used to, but it was awkward for her now. Y/N sighed and then put her phone down before muttering to herself.

“Fuck it.”

She picked her phone back up and pressed on Jason’s name before holding it to her ear. It rang five times before going to voicemail.

‘Hi, this is Jason Todd. I can’t get to the phone right now so leave a message and I might call you back.’

“Hi, Jason. It’s Y/N. I’m just calling cause… I miss you. You’re my friend and I miss you. Please call me back, Jace. Bye.”

She hung up and put her phone on her bedside table before sighing and pulling the blankets over herself. She’d try again tomorrow.

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