If you haven’t already noticed, my current hyperfixation is Jason Todd, but I’m totally down to writing for other characters that I like
So for now, here’s the master list that will *eventually* contain more than just Red Hood content 😅
Jason Todd
Why do you smell like that?
Why do you smell like that pt. 2
Burn the city down
Burn the city down pt. 2
Into you
Into you pt. 2
Hey ma
Cinnamon’s ask ☺️🤍
Not what you think
Back to the Future
I’m always looking for inspiration, and I just love interacting with Tumblr peeps in general, so if you have a prompt idea or suggestion, my asks are open
So I didn’t expect Back to the Future to blow up the way that it did and I really want to make a good sequel for you all, so I’m sorry for taking my time sending it out.
I’m trying really hard to get my brain juices to not make something corny or underwhelming, but I really really really appreciate you all for supporting the story.
I saw that someone wanted to be tagged in it, and I most certainly will (as soon as I figure out how to) so if you also want to be tagged in it, maybe let me know in the comments or dms?
Ok, anyway, a thousand forehead kisses to everyone 🫶🫶🫶🫶
I've seen a lot of ff writers apologize for their fic being "self-indulgent" which baffles me cause like is that not the entire concept of fanfiction?????
SAY IT WITH ME FOLKS, "FANFICTION IS SUPPOSED TO BE SELF-INDULGENT"
i don’t know how to explain to normal people that i’m madly in love and feel an actual emotional bond with a fictional character without sounding like i should be locked in a psych ward.
so fucking humbling to be like “no I like that character a normal amount” and then you can literally feel your heart rate spike at a mention of them like a dog that just heard the word “treat”
You meet you and Jason’s son from the future. The catch? You aren’t dating
So I was scrolling through my feed yesterday, as one does, and I came across this fic and pretty much spent my whole morning frantically putting this together. I thought the idea was so cute and although I don’t know much about the game, the author did a great job with their fic so definitely give it a read if you’re interested!
4.5k words cw: cursing, mild violence, mentions of blood, attempted SA (nothing happens, I promise), annnnd I think that’s it.
Love youuuu! Enjoyyyyy 🫶🫶🫶🫶
You swore you’d take the night off. But it was just too boring in your apartment. And everyone else was on patrol, so you geared up and literally went looking for trouble.
“Help! Please somebody!” A woman’s scream ripped through the air.
Perfect. A mugger would certainly cure your boredom.
“Let her go” you say as you step into the alley. The woman sobbed, her dress was torn.
“Please.. help me” the alley was dim, but you could tell the man had a crazed look in his eyes.
“Unless you wanna be next, I’d suggest moving along” you laughed.
“Yeah, no. I don’t think so” you approached them and the man was gripping her by her shoulders. “How about this. You let her go and have me instead?”
You watched as the man thought it over. He was dirty but not homeless dirty. And he was sweating profusely, like it wasn’t a cold, Gotham winter night. So he’s probably high.
“Fine…” he lets the woman go, throwing her on the ground.
“Go, run” you order and she doesn't need to be told twice. The man didn’t wait for her to go to start unbuckling his belt.
“Bend over, bitch..” he goes to grab your wrist, but you knee him in the gut and he doubles over.
“You first” he coughs and sputters, gasping for air.
“You’ll pay for that!” He stands up and swings at you, but you easily evade it.
“No. I don’t think I will” you taunt him. And admittedly, you shouldn’t have been playing with your food. You should’ve wrapped it up quickly like you always do and onto the next. But you were soooo bored and you didn’t realize that he grabbed a jagged piece of glass from the ground. He lunges forward and sticks you with it.
“Ow! Fuck!!” You cry out, jumping back. Your phone flies out of your pocket and not only does it smack the ground, but the perv stomps on it hard. This was bad, you felt the blood gushing out.
“Looks like I got you now” he reaches for you.
“Wanna try that again?” A deep, almost familiar voice interjects. You both look up and the perv gets cracked across the face with what looks like a metal pipe.
You scramble back quickly, but the pain starts shooting even more up your side.
“Fuck..” you hiss. The stranger turns to attend you.
“You kiss your boyfriend with that mouth?” You let out a dry laugh.
“No boyfriend. And don’t plan on having one any time soon, buddy. So look somewhere else if you were hoping for a damsel in distress” you lean back on the brick wall behind you. This could go south quick, for all you know you traded one scum bag for a bigger, clearly younger one.
He checks his watch. “What? The year is right… you should have a boyfriend by now..”
You raise a brow. “Uh.. sorry?” You wince again as another wave of pain washes over your body. You had to get out of here and get some medical attention.
“Oh fuck, that isn’t until the end of the year. Fuck! He sent me to the wrong time! I have to spend a whole fucking year here??!!” The stranger yells out and you basically start planning your funeral. Clearly this guy is an escaped Arkham patient.
“Uh… look, uh… chum. I see that you’re…. In distress, but I’m kinda bleeding out here, so…”
“Shit, sorry. Let me help you” he kneels in front of you and you lean back further into the wall. Now that you could see him better, you saw that he had a helmet on and an aged leather jacket with some sort of black and red suit underneath. His helmet was black, but it resembled Jason’s old helmet design.
“How do I know you’re not gonna, I dunno, take advantage of me or something?” He makes a small gagging noise.
“Gross. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about”
‘Maybe he’s gay?’ You think to yourself.
“Can I check? My helmet can run an analysis on what’s wrong and how to help you” you furrow your brows. That’s a new one.
“Fine… but I swear if you try anything I’ll cut you open, too” the stranger chuckles. If you didn’t physically see the man in front of you, you would’ve swore it was Jason who chuckled. Hell, maybe it was Jason in a new suit pretending to be someone else.
“You.. don’t happen to have an association with Red Hood by chance” you asked as you peeled back your shirt. His head was tilted down, looking at the wound, you guessed he was running the analysis.
“Uh.. you could say that”
“I’m just spit balling here, but is it some sort of familial association?” He looks up after a few seconds.
“Something like that. You’re losing blood because of where you got knicked, but you’re fine, you just need stitches” you sag a little, relieved.
“You’re sure I won’t bleed out? I never really imagined random Gotham alley would be where I died”
“Trust me. You won’t die. But you’re gonna have a pretty sick scar. And some explaining to do in the future” huh?
“Uh..”
“Does anyone know you’re out here?”
“At the moment… no” the stranger tilts his head at you, “… but I know a guy who can help! I just.. need my phone..” you feel for it and you remembered that the pervert smashed it to bits. “Shit, it’s broken” you point at where it was smashed and the stranger goes over to pick it up.
“Holy ancient technology…” he examines it.
“That’s the most recent model..” you huffed.
“Right” he just tossed it and at this point you could care less.
“Look dude. You said I’m gonna live, so thanks for the analysis. You can be on your way. And I’d get out of Gotham if I were you, we don’t need another vigilante”
“Oh, I’m not a vigilante”
“But the helmet and…”
“Don’t worry about that. Maybe the bastard can fast forward me to end of the year so I can get this over with…” he mutters to himself. You decided that it would take too much energy to decipher what the fuck this guy was saying. And if he did have any association with Jason, then it was all mad man’s ravings anyway.
“Step away from her. Now.” there’s a click and you see a gun pointed at the stranger. It was Jason.
“Red?” You called out as you watched the stranger stand up slowly.
“You good?” He asks, not lowering his gun.
“She will be-“ the stranger answered. He didn’t seem worried about the gun at all.
“Did I fucking ask you?” The stranger chuckles again.
“Nice to meet you too, old man” you looked between the men and decided to get between the dick measuring contest before it got violent.
“I’m fine, Hood. Just need to get patched up” you made an attempt to stand up. Both the stranger and Jason rushed to help you.
“I got you” the stranger carefully holds one arm and Jason holds the other.
“You can back the fuck up”
“Or you could help me help her up instead of fucking arguing with me. Clearly I’m trying to help her” they get you up on your feet.
“He beat the perp up and made sure I wasn’t gonna die. He’s cool” you assured Jason but you knew that wasn’t enough for him.
“You’re not allowed to go anywhere until we figure out who you are and what you’re doing in Gotham. If you run, I’ll track you down and you won’t have her here to shield you from the ass beating I’ll give you” you swat Jason’s chest.
“He means thank you” you start to say when your assailant groans. You all look at him and Jason reaches for his gun.
“I got it, pops” the stranger pulls a little coin like object out of his belt and tosses it on the man. It creates an electric net around him and he screams in pain when the stranger sends a strong voltage through his system.
“Fancy tech you got there..” Jason comments.
“Actually it’s some old gadgets we fixed up for this mission. Some of the other stuff wouldn’t have made the trip. Actually, I think I have something that’ll help mo- I mean.. her out” he looks in his belt and takes out a small roll of tape.
“Tape?”
“Not just any tape. Can I?” You were sweating and tired, you didn’t care as long as you got better.
“Go for it” Jason watches carefully as the stranger rips a piece as long as your wound.
“Can you lift your shirt up again?”
“Whoa whoa..” Jason puts his arm in front of you, “what does it do?”
“It’s health tape… It’ll close the wound up and speed up the healing process” he says it like it was obvious.
“Sure. And Tim Drake is straight. How do I know you’re not gonna hurt her even more?” The stranger looks at you.
“And you said you didn’t have a boyfriend?” You pushed Jason’s arm down and lifted your shirt up to reveal the wound.
“I don’t. Put the damn tape on, please” Jason reluctantly stepped aside and the stranger didn’t even bother to wipe the blood away. He just smoothed the tape on and like magic, it absorbed into your skin. The wound closed and the blood in that area crusted over.
“Whoa..” Jason says quietly in awe.
“Amazing..” you tentatively touched where the wound was and sure enough it felt like it was normal. Except the stranger was right, you had a faint jagged scar. “Where did you get this from? This could save so many lives”
“Technically it’s not out yet. But I don’t think the timeline will get too messed up if I leave a roll with pops here”
“Timeline?”
“Pops?”
“Uh- well, it was nice meeting you both. Good luck… well I guess I don’t need to wish you good luck since I’m here..” you and Jason both look at him confused.
“Wait, you said you were associated with Red Hood?”
“He is?”
“On the most.. fundamental level. Yknow?”
“I’ve never seen you before in my life. Matter of fact, since she’s good now where did you come from? And is that my helmet?” So you weren’t imagining the helmet design.
“Technically, no. It’s just modeled after yours” you snorted.
“Looks like you have a fan, Hood”
“It was actually your idea..”
“How?” The stranger stiffens.
“Uh. Not important. Anyway.. gotta run”
“Ah ah ah ah-“ Jason lifts his gun up, “you’re not going anywhere. Take the helmet off”
“That’s not a good idea”
“I said take the fucking helmet off”
“No, I meant with the gun. Guns kill people, you know” he didn’t seem at all phased by the gun pointed at his chest.
“Yeah..that’s why I’m pointing one at you. Take the fucking helmet off, now.”
“Look. I’m like… really insecure about my face. So maybe I shouldn’t” Jason points the gun up in the air and lets out a warning shot.
“If I have to say it again, the next bullet will be inside of you” you want to step between them.
“Hood, that’s not necessary”
“No, no. It’s ok. I can make this work” the stranger’s helmet hisses slightly as he takes it off. Your eyes widen as you’re met with essentially a carbon copy of Jason. He takes his helmet off and gets in close. Now that you look back and forth at them, they’re about the same height, too. The stranger might be a smidge taller, but it was hard to tell with his curls- which happen to be the same color as your hair. And his eyes…they were the same as yours.
“The fuck?” Jason is still examining his face. “Who are you?”
“I’m Jamison. But you can call me Jamie”
“Jamie?” He rocks back on his heels
“Yep”
“Do you have a last name.. Jamie?”
“So funny story about that, I could just make one up, but considering I don’t want to be stuck in the medieval times for an entire year, I’m going to tell you but you have to promise not to freak out”
“You’re really testing my patience here”
“Ok ok. It’s Todd”
“Todd?”
“Yep. Jamison Peter Todd. I’m your son… from the future” you and Jason were dumbfounded. I mean, he looks like Jason. But you and Jason weren’t even a couple. Maybe, maybe you flirted a little, but you've never gone on a date, hooked up, kissed, nothing. Sure he was cute but he was just Jason… co-worker at worst, cordial friend at best.
“Alright, now you’re fucking with me” Jason pushes the gun against Jamie’s chest. “Who the fuck are you, where the fuck did you come from, and why the fuck are you in Gotham”
Jamie doesn’t flinch. “Jamie Todd. The future. To make sure you get together so I can get my sister back and keep the family together”
What? You’re back to your original line of thinking of this guy being an Arkham escapee. You made a face and looked and Jason and back at your ‘son’. “A kid with Jason? This Jason? We’re not even a thing…”
“Right. And me? Having a kid? No way”
“You had two actually. I’m the youngest and I have an older sister named Jessica”
“Sist- ok, look. This was fun and all, but we need to get you checked out, seriously. Me and Jason would never get together and much less have kids”
“I mean. I wouldn’t say we would never get together…” Jason mutters. You look back at him.
“Seriously?”
“I’m not saying we are. But I’m also not saying I would be opposed”
“Nice, dad. Real smooth. Clearly I got my flirting skills from mom”
“Oh my god, you both need to get admitted into Arkham. Look, I’m not your mom. And Jason isn’t your dad. Are you sure you didn’t hit your head or something? I think we can arrange a CT scan for you, right Jason?” He was weirdly quiet. You saw that he was studying Jamie. “Hello?”
“How can you prove you’re from the future?”
“We’d have to ask Grandpa Bruce what would be safe enough so I don’t endanger the timeline”
You scoffed, “Grandpa Bruce? We cannot keep entertaining this”
“I think we should at least hear him out. Let Bruce and Alfred clear him”
“This is ridiculous!”
“Look, mom, how about I tell you something about your past that no one knows. Would that at least enough to get me ‘checked out’ by Grandpa Bruce and Great Grandfather Alfred?”
“Stop it with the names. But…”. You sighed, “fine…”
He walked you a few feet away so Jason couldn’t hear, “you and dad always read books to us but your first love was always music. You used to take me and Jessie to local concerts when dad was out on missions” you gave him an incredulous look.
“Anyone could say that”
“Could anyone say that the first tattoo you got wasn’t based on a book like you told dad that it was?” Your eyes widened. The aforementioned tattoo seemed to burn where it was on your body, like it knew it was being acknowledged. It was fresh though, no one knew what it was and that it was based on your favorite song from your favorite artist.
“So I lie about my tattoo and I guess I have kids with Jason in the future?” You say, the words feeling foreign on your tongue. It wasn’t that you were opposed to having a family, you just never thought you’d live long enough to have one. Or find the right person for that matter.
“As I live and breathe. Dad seems to stay the same though. He gets really over protective of Jessie but you soften his edges a lot” you bark out a laugh as you turn and nod at Jason and the party finally leaves that damn alley, perp dragged on the ground by Jamie.
“Me soften his edges? Be for real”
“Right. Like my edges need softening…”
“I’m most surprised by you, mom. You’re a bad ass” Jason rode his bike here, there was a nicer bike in front of it, presumably Jamie’s, and you travelled on foot, meaning you had to ride with one of them.
“Look, I’ll hear you out until we get you checked out by Bruce and Alfred, but stop calling me mom, it’s weird”
“What’s weird was him healing you with that magic tape thingy. Him calling you mom is cute” you shoot Jason a look, “in like..an endearing way!”
“What’s weird is how trusting you are” you look at the bikes. “I can ride with Jamie”
“Fuck no. You ride with me” Jason’s demeanor changes quickly.
“How else are we gonna make sure he makes it to the manor?”
“I know the way”
“No she’s right. Somehow I’m more open minded about this than her, but I still want to keep an eye on you”
“And what about the perp?”
“We can just leave him here. Police are on their way” Jamie puts his helmet on and looks at his watch and you assume there’s more information in his helmet.
“So how are we gonna do this then?”
You pull into the manor first. Jamie’s bike was leagues faster than Jason’s and you had a blast riding ahead. You giggle when you see them pull up, both barely fitting on.
“Keep your helmet on for now” Jason instructs and you all walk in. Jamie seemed comfortable, like he recognized the environment.
Since everyone was on patrol, Alfred was in the cave, monitoring the computer. A beeping sound got louder and started beeping faster as you approached him. He looks back.
“Stay right where you are!” You all freeze. “Master Bruce, I think you need to come back to manor, immediately. The anomaly is here” Anomaly?
“I figured I wouldn’t be under the radar for long…” Jamie sighs. “It’s ok, Great Grandfather. The weather is nice outside-“
You looked at him confused. It most certainly was not. But that seemed to have let Alfred’s guard down.
“Yes. Only if you’re a tourist” he approaches and looks between your party. You look around.
“Wait, what did I miss?”
“Spy speak” Jason comments.
“Great grandfather taught us so we knew how to identify each other. Oh man, so cool that I got to use it”
“I’m sorry, sir, but did you say Great Grandfather?” Alfred’s face had its usually stoic affect, but you could hear his curiousness in his voice. Jamie takes his helmet off.
“Yep. I’m Jamie Todd, their son” he grabs you and Jason on either side of him and pulls you in a side hug. You’re squished against him but pull away quickly.
“So he says. Can you check him out, Alfred? He must’ve had some sort of head injury that makes him think he’s from the future”
“If our intel is correct, then he might be telling the truth, Miss” he leads you to the computer and the beeping continues to grow and you see on the screen a small red dot going crazy right where the manor is.
“Master Bruce has been alerted to an abnormally large surge of energy yesterday night and has been tracking the anomaly ever since. He discovered it must of been some sentient form considering how it moved but surely we wouldn’t have expected it to show up at our front door like this”
You looked between the men. Maybe they were all crazy.
“There is no way he came from the future! Can you just.. scan him. Please?”
“No need. Look mom..” he goes up to the computer and maneuvers through it with ease, “sheesh you need some serious upgrades…” he mutters. Then he grabs a vial and sticks it on his arm. Crimson liquid fills the vial.
“What are you doing?!” You gasp, but he continues.
“Give it a few minutes and-“ the computer beeps. The screen displays a 100% paternity match with Jason. “That was quick…”
“Our technology isn’t that outdated” Alfred says with an heir of smugness.
“See? He’s my father. And if we run your blood, it’ll show that you are…”
“Your mother…” you mumble, looking at the results. Maybe you should do a test just to be sure, but something tells you that there’s no point. He is your son.
You and Jason’s son…
The door to the cave opens and you hear the steady hum of the bat car as it comes in. The door flies open and Bruce jumps out.
“What is-“ the words died on his lips as he looks at the screen. “What am I looking at?”
“The anomaly is your grandson from the future, Master Bruce” Alfred states calmly. He certainly processed this quickly.
“Grandson?” Jamie steps closer to Bruce. Bruce’s eyes widen as he sees the resemblance between him and his second son.
“Hey gramps” Bruce looks at Jason and then back at Jamie.
“Ok..”
“Ok?” You interject. “How is everyone just ok with this?”
“My best friend is an alien and my coworkers are super humans. Nothing surprises me anymore” Jamie smiles and hugs Bruce, who was caught off guard at first but hugs him back.
“Grandpa, I know me being here is messing the timeline enough as it is, but what are my limits for what I can and can’t share?”
“Uh…” Bruce takes his cowl off and walks towards the computer, “no preventable future events like deaths. As much as we want to save people, we can’t disrupt fixed moments in time”
“Death is a fixed moment in time?” You ask curiously.
“Everyone dies. It's the one thing that’s certain” Jason speaks up.
“Everything else is free game?”
“Pretty much”
“I can work with that-“ he turns to you and Jason. “Mom, when the time comes, you’re going to have to give dad an ultimatum. Dad, when the time comes and mom gives you the ultimatum, you have to choose mom” you both stand there awkwardly.
“I don’t understand Jamie..why would I be giving Jason an ultimatum? And why is that important?”
“I can’t answer the first one, but I can say that it’s important because if you don’t have Jessie, then none of our other cousins and friends will be born. You both literally start the next generation of the family”
The air is thick with tension. Jason rubs his temples.
“That’s, uh… a lot of pressure to put on two people, don’t you think?”
“I know it doesn’t seem likely right now because you’re not together, but trust me. Ideally I would’ve been transported to when you were already together, but believe it or not, but time travel isn’t still isn’t an exact science, even in the future”
“Ok. Sure. But why did you of all people come? You said you wanted to get your sister back?” You decided that you might as well go along with it since everyone else was.
“Honestly? Because you’re the reasonable one and I was always able to get through to you. Something about reminding you of my father and our wicked good looks and irresistible charm” you rolled your eyes, but you’d be lying if you didn’t feel your resolve faltering a little bit. Maybe it was cause it really was your kid and some hidden part inside of you was responding to that. “And Jessie would’ve come if she wasn’t actively being erased from space and time”
You watched your son’s (still can’t believe you’re saying that by the way) face fall.
“What do you mean?” Bruce asks. You’d forgotten that he and Alfred were still here. Bruce’s eyes looked a little red, like maybe he’d shed a tear or two when you weren’t looking.
“I mean something caused you to break up and now Jessie is starting to disappear. If we don’t get you back together, we all probably will” he grabs your shoulder, “mom, I don’t want Jessie to die. I don’t want to die. You have to help us” you stated wide eyed at him as he hugs you and as hesitant as you are, you can tell that he’s still just a kid, so you hug him back.
“Ok, ok. It’s ok… we’re going to help you…” you rub his back and look at Jason who puts his hands up like he doesn’t know what to do. The bat computer starts beeping loudly, like it did when it was tracking Jamie.
“What could that be?” Everyone rushes as Bruce takes a seat.
“Same energy signatures as yesterday. Jamie, is someone tracking you?”
“Yeah. The Titan tower is monitoring me. That’s where I left from”
“Looks like they’re trying to make contact” a bright light fills the bat cave and you all turn around. A portal opens and you see an unfamiliar face.
“Jamie. We got the time wrong but whatever you did worked. Jessie is rematerializing” Jamie goes to the portal and looks inside. You arch your neck to see a pretty young woman sitting on a table in the background with Jason’s curls and eyes, but your facial structure. “You can come back now”
Jamie looks back at the group. “If it counts for anything, we grew up really happy. We kept being heroes because we wanted to be like you” your breath hitched and he stepped into the portal. The light brightens again, making the cave dim when it dissipates.
“I guess that’s it then…” you say quietly
“I guess so” Jason responds. You haven’t the faintest idea where to go from here.
“Honestly, I’m just relieved that you two are alive in the future” Bruce comments then swings around to face the computer in his chair.
“Agreed” Alfred turns on his heel to attend to something else in the manor.
“So that’s it? Everyone just goes back to normal?” You look around. It’s suddenly quiet, minus the beeps and clacks of the computer.
“Pretty much” Bruce says without looking back.
“For what it’s worth, I’d actually planned on..maybe us doing like an outing of some sort. Like- as friends… you know? Before all of this” Jason hadn’t really moved from his spot.
“That was painful..” Bruce mumbles. And you want to dig yourself in a hole and stay there.
“Look.. Jason. Clearly we end up having a kid together, which is cool and all, so don’t try to force it. Ok? Otherwise he won’t come back at all because he would have disappeared as well too, got it?”
“Yep.. yeah. Got it…”
You just shake your head and head for the elevator.
“He was right about one thing though” you called back as you hit the button and it dings. Jason doesn’t bother to follow you.
Jason Todd, who calls you 'ma' and 'sweetheart' like they're your actual names.
Jason Todd, who may or may not fantasize about keeping you in bed forever, with an arm wrapped around your waist and the other settled on your warm chest.
Jason Todd, who loves, loves, loves to place his head on your chest, much like a kitten in need of the sunlight's warmth.
Jason Todd, who thinks you're too good for him but would, without a hint of hesitation, kill and die for you. "Trauma?" Who's that? As long as it's for you, there're no odds he can't face.
Jason Todd, who likes to kiss you all over because everything about you is just so precious to him: your tummy, your forehead, your nose, the tip of your fingers, your thighs— you name it.
Jason Todd, who instantly becomes a professional chef the moment you ask him to cook for you. He doesn't even need that, actually: if he sees that you need it, then you're getting the greatest meal you've ever tried.
Jason Todd, who would rather you stay out of his dangerous life. However, if you are already involved, then he will go to whatever lengths necessary to keep you safe.
Jason Todd, who puts your well-being above everything else.
Jason Todd, who adores watching you. Just seeing you be, doing whatever it is you're doing, makes him a lovesick fool. You could be brushing your teeth with a zombie-like face after only two hours of sleep, and he will still come behind you, take you into his arms, and murmur how much you mean to him.
Jason Todd, who holds you after a nightmare, whispering reassuring words against your temple, rocking you back and forth. Don't want to get touched? That's fine, too: he's making you a hot beverage and making sure to stay awake until you feel well enough to go back to sleep.
Jason Todd, who spots you in a crowd like you're the only one there.
Jason Todd, who is immediately soothed by the sound of your voice.
Jason Todd, who makes sure to tell you at least once a day that he loves you.
Jason Todd, who, even during fights, still gets worried about you. He will not take long to knock on your door or send you a message and express regret, shame, or, at the very least, a willingness to talk things out in the future.
Jason Todd, who hates, with a burning passion, people who cheat on their partners. Like, he doesn't get it: how could you betray someone else's trust to the degree that it may take years of therapy for them to heal? Whenever he gets a little mad thinking about it, he asks for you and leaves a few kisses on your neck, swearing never to do something like that to you, because he's "an asshole, but that much of an asshole".
Jason Todd, who is half-convinced that you'll leave him eventually and has decided not to beg for you to stay and let you go, regardless of how much it makes him want to break down.
Jason Todd, who sometimes gets home and needs a big hug where you'll hold him for longer than usual. Please, don't ask. Or ask, but he'll take a sec to get to the root of the issue. Anyway, just hug him, please.
Jason Todd, who fantasizes about a peaceful world where you and he can live at ease.
Jason found something in your stuff that made him mad. Now you gotta try and explain yourself.
A/n: heyyyyy 😅 I’m sorry it’s been a while. I’m not a huge fan of the misunderstanding trope, but I had a stroke of inspiration and wrote this in a sort of fugue state in the middle of the night, so I’m hoping it both makes sense and takes me out of my little writing rut.
cw: cursing, mentions of dicks and sex but no smut (I can’t write smut for the life of me lol). Also, I usually write for feminine readers and I try to keep their physical descriptions as vague as possible so everyone can enjoy, but I did have to make the reader wear a small for the purpose of the story, so I’m sorry 😔
I really appreciate you all, thank you for the support. Enjoyyyy 🫶🫶🫶🫶
It’s no secret that Jason’s been through a lot in his life.
At this point, everyone and their mom knew his backstory- all the shit he’s had to deal with when he was younger, in the League, when he was a crime lord, with his family, yadda yadda yadda.
A tale as old as fucking time.
What really sucks, at least he thinks so, is that despite it all he still fucking cares.
He can’t help it.
It’s why he keeps coming back to this life. The call to make the world a slightly better place was just too strong.
And he hates how big his heart is. He can shut that shit down if he has to, but he hates to admit that he can’t do it for as long as people might think he does.
He blames the books.
He just had to be a fan of romance. Austen, Shakespeare, Brontë, Tolstoy, Lawrence… you name it. He liked other genres, but he was a sucker for happy endings.
Especially considering how he never seems to get one.
So when you took a chance on him, as inexperienced as he was outside of one or two girls and his beloved books, it seemed like maybe he had a shot at that happy ending he was hoping for.
At least until a few hours ago.
He’s long since turned his phone off. You and his siblings had been blowing it up since he’d gone rogue and he just needed a few hours to work his shit out in his head.
“Red Hood. Turn your fucking phone on” Babs’ voice crackles through the comm in his helmet. He cursed under his breath, he forgot to turn the damn thing off.
“Fuck off, Barb. I’m not in the mood”
“You’re the one that ruined my evening as far as I’m concerned. I’m doing my part by telling you to stop being so melodramatic and call your girlfriend back” he didn’t respond and she announced her exit with a loud click. He just rolled his eyes and kept driving his bike to God knows where.
He found himself at one of his old safe houses from when he was a crime boss. It was one of the nicer spots, it actually had a comfortable bed and a decent shower, perfect for sulking like he’d planned on doing.
His stomach growled when he stepped out of his shower. He wrapped a towel around his toned waist and hummed softly to himself as he trudged into the kitchen, hoping he had something edible in there. After scarfing down some stale ramen, he finally decided to cut his phone on.
<20 missed calls>
<20 voicemails>
<40 texts>
And that was just from you. His other friends and family also left calls and texts. He felt a little bad because they didn’t really need to get dragged in your mess, but they also knew that his natural inclination is to disappear when faced with adversity.
<fine. call me when you’re ready. i’m ready to talk when you are>
He huffed at your last text, half tempted to turn his phone off for the rest of the night. But he groaned and leaned back on the couch.
“Fuck it-“ he pressed the call button and felt his anxiety crest as he heard it ring. He put it on speaker when it connected.
“Jay?”
“Yeah…”
“Should I bother asking where you are?”
“Not really”
“Are you at least safe?” He looked around the small living room. It was comfortable and warm. He pulled some sweatpants on before calling you and had a blanket- your blanket- draped across his lap. You would be pleased that he wasn’t out on some rooftop beating the shit out of a thug who chose the wrong night to be up to no good.
Wait…why hadn’t he done what he usually did to work shit out? Ugh, yet another way you’ve infiltrated his life. He stretched his legs and crossed them over one another on the coffee table in front of him.
“Yeah”
“Are you going to say anything other than one word? Cause I’d rather us not talk at all if that’s the case”
“Yeah” he knew what he was doing and you sighed. “Not sure why you’re the one annoyed considering you’re the one in the hole”
“I’m not- you know what….” Your patience was wearing thin. You wanted to defend yourself, but he was making it increasingly difficult to do so. “Are you willing to actually listen now?”
He puts his head back on the couch again.
“Sure, yeah, whatever” he’s putting his walls up. Just for protection, and it was making him numb.
“They’re mine. It doesn’t belong to a guy”
He huffs out a laugh. “Gotta try better than that. I’m not stupid”
“Of course not. But-“
“Look. I’m sorry-“ he can feel himself getting choked up, “-I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you. And I hope the fucker makes you happy.” He wanted to barf. 90% sure it was the old ramen, but telling you to be happy with someone else might also have something to do with it.
“Jason, you don’t mean that-“
“No, I think I do”
“Jeez, why are you all so fucking dramatic? You’re not breaking up with me”
“Pretty sure I am”
“No. You’re not”
“I could end the call right now. Make it official”
“Or you could’ve not called at all and yet here you are” he was quiet. Maybe he was curious if you’d be crying or begging for him to stay. Instead, you just sound worried and annoyed.
‘Annoyed she got caught’ the ugly little voice in Jason’s head thinks. He shifted in his spot.
“Jason… I need you to give me the benefit of a doubt here. If I was cheating on you, why would I have the guy’s laundry at our apartment?” He felt his anger rising.
“Because you had him over while I was gone. You could’ve snuck him in while I was on patrol. Or when I was away on a mission. This shit happens to regular people, why wouldn’t it happen to us? To me?”
You try your hardest to suppress your sighs. You knew him well enough to know that he won’t hang up until he had a sufficient answer to complete the narrative in his head, but you also knew that he dealt with things by shutting the world out, so you didn’t want to push your luck.
“So that’s the story you’re going with? I don’t get enough from you so I look somewhere else and recklessly bring it to our apartment? The apartment of an active vigilante? Who was raised by the greatest detective in the world?”
Jason ran a hand through his hair. It was frizzy because he didn’t have that stuff you put in his hair after a shower. He’d have to remember to get some for the safe house. “It’s a working theory”
“Am I not innocent until proven guilty?”
He lets out a bitter laugh. “I mean the evidence was pretty fucking clear”
“Or you jumped to conclusions before letting me explain myself! I just barely walked through the door before you threw the underwear at me and bolted. I swear this whole family loves their fucking theatrics” he didn’t bother to respond to your comment.
“I know what I saw-“ his voice raised a little as he relived the memory, “-a fucking pair of boxer briefs in my girlfriend’s laundry. And I know they weren’t mine.” He felt sick to his stomach again. The blanket on his lap felt like it was physically burning him so he threw it off.
“Jason Peter did you even bother to look at them?”
“Of course I fucking did. They were black and, fucking, I don’t know… fucking small. Full offense to this new guy you’re with, but that shit wouldn’t even make it past my thighs. Must have a tiny ass…and dick. Both. Tiny ass and dick…”
“Nice. Real mature-“
“You’re gonna tell me I’m wrong? And don’t you dare defend another man’s dick because I promise that is not an argument you would win”
“Jesus, there is no other man! There was no dick hole in the boxers, Jason! It’s girl boxers. They make those now! It’s why it was small because I wear a fucking small!”
Oh… well he hadn’t considered that.
“I wear them to sleep. You would’ve noticed if you’d been home at a decent time. Or at all some nights. But I don’t care about that because that’s your life and it’s what you chose, but I will not stand here and be accused of being unfaithful while you’re out saving the world. You got me fucked up if you think that’s the kind of person that I am. So if after this you still want to break up, then fine. But you’ll do it with the full knowledge that you overreacted and caused a whole scene because you didn’t bother to ask me first!” you raised your voice at the end and he winced.
Maybe he had overreacted just a little bit.
To be fair, he just saw the underwear as he was folding your clothes and saw red. Then immediately after you’d walked in and he was on ten so he just left.
So there may be the slightest chance that he didn’t fully inspect them…
“Hello?”
“I- I don’t know what to say…”
“Tell me this, do you still want to break up?”
Of course he didn’t. The idea of you being with another person made him want to commit unspeakable acts of violence. He was ready to go on a rampage and then lock himself in for days to cry and grieve. You know.. like any normal person would do.
“No” he responded quietly. He grabbed your blanket again, suddenly feeling a little cold.
“Ok. Well, how about you take a few days off then come back home”
“I’m in the dog house, huh?”
“Yeah, kinda… I’m hurt that you think I’d do that..”
“In my defense, I was mostly mad at the thought of another man being in our space. You know how sacred that is to me”
“I know, but this is my integrity we’re talking about. You know I’m a better person than that and least you should’ve stuck around for a few seconds longer so I could’ve showed you that they were mine”
A pang of guilt ran through him. He put the phone down on the couch next to him and folded his arms. “‘M sorry…”
“I’m sorry, too…” you both were silent for a moment. “I’ll see you in a few days. Don’t go on patrol or do anything stupid, just stay wherever you are” the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
“No promises” you rolled your eyes.
“I’m gonna go. I’ll tell everyone we talked, okay?”
“Yeah..sure”
“Ok.. love you..”
“Love you too..” he says quietly as you hang up.
He felt like an idiot. And like an actual asshole for running out without an explanation. Now he wanted to go back and pull you into his arms like he originally planned on doing before you got home.
“Fuuuuuck, Jay” he said to himself. He got up and pulled your blanket over his shoulders. He shuffled to the room and faceplanted on the bed, bouncing slightly from his weight.
He might’ve been there for a few hours, a few days, he doesn’t know. He figured it would be a good time to go back home when he ran out of stale ramen cups, even though he could stand to shed some fat by starving himself. You’d been ‘fattening him up’ he’d affectionately joke when his normally shredded physique got a little soft around the edges from your home cooked meals.
His stomach grumbled when he walked in your apartment. He smelled the food as soon as he opened the door. Hopefully you made enough for the both of you.
“Babe?” He probably hadn’t earned the right to call you nicknames yet, but he couldn’t help it. You hadn’t responded.
He toed his boots off and wandered into the kitchen. You had your headphones on and were attending the food on the stove. He internally shook his head. This is the shit he kept telling you not to do cause just anyone could walk in and do something to you if you weren’t vigilant.
“Ma. Hey..” he waved his hand slightly to get your attention and you quickly took the headphones off and lowered the heat on the stove.
“You’re back…”
“Yeah” you put a hand on your hip.
“Not gonna kiss your old lady hello?”
“Did I earn the right to?”
“You gonna accuse me of cheating on you again?”
“Not unless I have plausible cause” you rolled your eyes and attended the food once more. This time you moved the pan off the heat and turned the stove off.
“Being with you is a full-time job of its own. I don’t paid enough for this shit.” He knew you were over it because you were joking with him. So he wraps his arms around your shoulders and rests his chin on top of your head.
“I don’t have much, but I can pay you with love… and good sex.” You sighed.
“You’re hopeless”
“I’m sorry, ma…”
“I know.” He closed his eyes. The scent of food, combined with holding you in his arms in your apartment made him feel safe and happy. He held you for a few more seconds before you tapped his forearms.
“Let’s eat and then I’ll show you those damn boxers so you can see that they don’t belong to someone else”
“I dunno. I was gone for a while. You could’ve went out and found some lady boxers to replace the ones I found”
“You know what. You’re right. I went out and found some lady boxers. And I told the guy I’m cheating on you with that we’ll have to go to his place instead if we wanted to continue our affair” he reaches over you to dip his finger in your pot and taste whatever you made, delicious. Then he stepped back and got some dishes from the top shelf for you to serve the food.
“Ha ha. Very funny”
“You started it” you were plating the food. “And you say you say you pay me with love and sex, but lord knows I haven’t been getting any as much lately, so I’ve had to take matters into my own hands.” He takes the plates out of your hands and walks it over to your small dining table.
“So I was right?”
“On the money. About the stepping out and his dick and ass size,” You grab some utensils and follow him out of the kitchen. “He’s not as good as you are, but I’ve been making it work..”
He sets the food down and then grabs you by the waist, pulling you in and kissing you deeply.
“Sorry to hear that,” he mumbles quietly while putting his forehead on yours.
“You gotta trust me, babe..” you say quietly and he looks down.
“I know… I do..”
“I’m not going to hide secrets from you. Your life has been hard enough, let this be simple and easy..” you put a hand over his heart and he swears you could feel it racing.
“Okay..”
“Okay… let’s eat. I gotta dick appointment in like an hour” you joke before stepping back and sitting down. He takes a deep breath, everything feels like it’s back to normal again.
He loved and trusted you. The underwear was legit and he felt like an idiot, and apologized a billion times for jumping to conclusions.
Maybe he still had a shot at a happy ending like he’d always hoped for. You were patient and kind with him, even when he fucks up. You grounded him and made him feel safe and appreciated.
But that night he still made sure to fuck your brains out and checked that all the windows and front door were locked juuuust in case.
