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1. Dick’s Closest Friend

2. Not Yet(Safe and Sound)

3. Big Event

1. Coming Home(To Someone)

2. Big Brother Dick

3. Our Time

4. You

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You

Fluff, Fem!Reader, soft!Jason, petnames, Pregnant!Reader, short fic

Jason loved his family, really, he did. But they can be so nosy sometimes that he just…unknowingly keeps things a secret.

Which doesn’t exactly work with a family of detectives. But this, he was determined to keep it far away from his family.

That something was you. His wife, who was currently 5 months into pregnancy. He’d been able to keep his family away from you for nearly a year(in marriage).

You were something he took pride in, and as much as he wanted to flaunt you off, he couldn’t. It was too dangerous. But now, he was caving to your cravings.

Buying you noodles and marshmallows with a nice coca cola and grape Fanta mixed sofa. “Okay, baby. Why does it have to be noodles and marshmallows? They don’t even go together.

You walked slightly in front of the cart he was pushing. “Yes it does! It’s good, i would know.” Jason didn’t believe that. “Tell me, sweetheart. How would you know and you haven’t even tried it?” You shrugged.

“I don’t know. I just know.” Your logic made no sense but he knew better than to argue. And to be blunt, he didn’t have the energy to fight with you, it was currently 3:45 in the morning. He had got back from patrol 20 minutes ago.

And if buying you food combinations that made no sense meant he could satisfy your needs and go to home sooner, he was willing to do it. He reached into the cart to put something back.

“Baby, stop throwing things in the cart that we don’t need. We came here for you and your weird food choice, not shopping.” He made his way to the front.

You followed close behind. “But fruit rolls up would’ve completed it!” You whined.

“No it wouldn’t.” The poor cashier saw the entire exchange, bagging the items that tolled down the belt. “Is that all?” They asked. Jason nodded.

“Come on, we’re getting your ass back to bed.” He gently pushed you forward ahead of him. “But i’m hungry!” Jason shook his head. He couldn’t say you weren’t. You were eating for two.

As soon as you got home, you devoured your food. Humming in appreciation. “Thank you, baby!” You thanked, still chewing.

Jason stood in the bedroom doorway, arms crossed, clearly wanting to go to sleep. “You done?” You nodded, making your way to the bedroom. You kissed his cheek. “Seriously, thank you.”

He rolled his eyes but it had no actual heat behind it as he smiled. “Mhm.” He got into bed with you, an arm wrapped around your growing belly, his other supporting his head.

“Goodnight.”

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Big Event

Teen!Dick, Teen! Reader, ¿ooc?, confession, doubts, light angst, happy ending, relationship, a little long, Starfire mention

“No.”

Dick groaned, speed walking to get ahead of you. Stopping you in your tracks, he continued. “This is the first time i’m inviting you The Wayne Manor and you refuse?!” He said.

“Think about it, you get to meet Bruce Wayne—who is also my father.” While he did make a compelling argument, you were too nervous to go.

Bruce is a scary man, at least from your perspective. From what Dick has told you about him, he’s not a bad guy. You felt Dick sneak his arm around your shoulder as you both of you walked home.

“It’s going to be great. Trust me, just as long as you don’t go into the basement.” And by the basement he meant the bat-cave. But he wasn’t going to tell you that.

Bruce would have his head for that along with a lecture on why they don’t tell civilians about their identities. It was a lot of fun being Robin, you get to save people. And Dick liked saving people.

Boy Wonder, they called him. Dick took secret pride in that name. Nothing was ever to hard for Dick, what could be harder than acrobatics?

Apparently, convincing you to come to his house was harder. You had abruptly stopped, causing Dick to fall. He stuck out his hand for something to grab—which was you, and brought you down with him.

“Dick!” He had the air knocked out of his lungs. Combined with falling and you landing on him, took his breath away, literally. “Me…” he heaved and puffed trying to get air back in his lungs.

Meanwhile, you on the other hand, was perfectly fine due to a very soft body catching your fall. You gathered the stuff that dropped from your arms. “Yes, you! Why’d you bring me down with you?”

Dick rolled over to lay on his back. “You’re the one stop causing me to topple over! Don’t pin this on me!” He argued back.

Dick had anger issue of sorts, and you knew this. While he wasn’t one to start a fight for no reason didn’t mean he couldn’t get pissed at time.

You stared at him, wondering if he was actually upset with you. Arms limp at your sides. Dick had finally regained his bearings when he realized your silence.

He sat up on his arms, looking over you and your concerned eyes. “What’s wrong?” He asked, ready to comfort you. “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head. “It’s nothing. I’m going home.” You grabbed your stuff and walked past him. “Hey, do you need help?” A stranger asked. Dick shook his head.

He stood, wiping off his hands. That was weird. He’ll just catch you tomorrow.

The next day wasn’t any better as you seemed to avoid him. Day after day. It got to the point where even Bruce was hearing about it.

“I just don know what I could’ve possibly done for them to avoid me.” Bruce was reading a magazine across from Dick. He looked up occasionally when Dick was talking but not much after that.

He didn’t know how to talk to him. Especially not about this situation. “Did you consider talking to them?” Bruce asked in monotone. Dick sighed loudly. “Gee, why didn’t i think of that—of course i tried!” He picked at his food, pouting.

“They just avoid me. Walking the opposite way, sitting on the other side of the room, they haven’t even texted me, can you believe that?” Dick was hurt, Bruce could tell. Even if he didn’t show it, Dick tends to hide behind jokes, relying on charisma and his magnetic presence to conceal what he was really feeling.

“Dick-“

“It’s fine! It doesn’t matter, i don’t need them anyway.” Dick practically ran from the table, shutting his bedroom door so loud that Bruce could hear it.

Bruce placed a hand on his head, rubbing out his furrowed brow.

Dick paced and paced, phone in his head with your contact pulled up. Should i call them? His finger hovered on the call button. He shook his head. No, maybe i should text them instead? Take it slow.

He was in his thoughts when a ding came from his phone, taking a quick glance—it was you!

|Hey… sorry about…avoiding you. I hope you’re not mad?

Mad? Why would he be mad? At you of all people? He was quick to call you, speaking as soon as you answered. “I could never be mad at you.” Were the first words that flew out of his mouth.

You paused on the other side of the screen, you hadn’t expected him to start off that way. Dick himself was surprised, slapping a hand over his mouth. Why did i say that? It wasn’t unknown to him that he liked you, like really likes you.

As bold and confident as he may be, he was nervous to confess. You were you in the best way possible. The way your smile could outshine the sun. How your eyes sparkled in a way that made them seem so bright and mesmerizing. The way you use hand gestures when you speak. How soft your voice gets when you’re exhausted or tired. The way you pout.

Everything about you is something he loves with no doubt.

You yourself had felt the same way. Who wouldn’t fall in love with Dick? He was charismatic and compassionate and a very comfortable boy to be around.

He made everyone around him feel included and he was popular among everyone. Everyone liked him.

Girls have attempted to confess before but either chickened out or got shut down politely, which if you’re being made them and you fall in love with him even more.

Because Dick was always polite and sweet and awfully helpful. You could rant to your friends on how imperfectly perfect he was—and you have.

He was the boy of your dreams. A boy you couldn’t have. You’ve heard the way he talks about Starfire. The way he sounds so breathless when speaking her name, how his eyes light up.

You’ve never seen her in person, but the description he gave. Curly red hair that shined when the sun hit it just right. The most beautiful, vibrant green eyes. Her skin so soft, it felt like touching a cloud or cotton candy.

You could never compete with that. You made peace with never telling him how you feel. You wrote secret letter addressed to him, all under your name and hand written with actual ink, you wanted it to feel intimate and important.

But you’ve never actually given any of them to him. It felt pointless.

“…y, Hey!” You snapped out of your trance, blinking like crazy. “Hello! Are you okay? I’ve called your name like 5 times.” You shuffled in your bed before replying. “Yeah, i’m okay. Just caught off guard by what you said is all.”

It went quiet for a few. “Come over? I’m serious this time…please.” He pleaded. Serious? You thought, thinking on it. He continued seeing as you did ‘t answer. “It’s really important. I have to tell you something.”

Bruce’s heart nearly dropped to his ass when he heard that. Even if his body language didn’t show it.

Was it an invasion of privacy to eavesdrop on your child’s conversations? Yes. But Bruce needed to be sure that Dick was okay and happened to stumble upon it…and didn’t leave.

Ans you, you assumed the worst but agreed nonetheless. “…yeah, yeah, okay.”

Your parents dropped you off at the gate. You had told them it was a sleep over, and that’d you’d be staying over the weekend. Thankfully they agreed, eager to get you out of the house.

You took your time walking ti the door. Pondering what Dick could possibly have to say.

The door opened just as you stopped in front of it. It was Alfred, Dick’s told you about him. “Hello, pleasure to meet you.”

“Hi…nice to meet you too?” You could have sworn he laughed under his breath. “Master Dick is in his bedroom waiting for you. Please, come in.”

You nodded, stepping in. It’s a lot bugger than you had imagined. You took the steps to Dick’s room, knocking without hesitation.

He opened it with vigor, snatching you with no warning. “Finally! The one time i get you here and it’s for this, which admittedly is a really big and meaningful event?”

You wanted to question him but didn’t have the time before he forced you to sit. You said nothing. He said nothing.

The two of you sat in silence for 15 minutes. Eventually, you got tired and decided to say something. “What are you doing?”

It took him a few seconds to answer. “I’m building the confidence.”

“You?” Dick deadpanned. “Yes me, now shush.” He looked at you. You looked at him. He looked at you. You looked at him. It was an awkward staring contest. Though Dick didn’t seem to mind, he could stare into your eyes forever.

“Ireallylikeyoui’vehadacrushonyouandidreallyliketobeyourboyfriebdifyoullsayyes!” He said it so fast you couldn’t catch what he said.

“What?”

Dick took a deep breath. “I really really like you, and i’d like…to be your boyfriend.” He said slowly, scratching his neck, feeling embarrassed.

He wants to be your boyfriend. “I thought you liked Starfire?” The words came out mire quickly than you had an anticipated. Dick snapped his neck toward you.

“What? No! Starfire’s just a friend!” You’ve heard that one before. “Listen, you’re the first person i think of when i wake up, and you’re the person i think of when i go to sleep at night.”

“I thought i had done something wrong when you started avoiding me, i spent all day trying to figure out what i could have did. I notice all the little things you do. Your hand gestures, your fidgets, the way you stand trying to look smaller beside me, the way you get uncomfortable. I know you. And i love you.”

You didn’t realize you did all those things. Dick took your hands in his. “I wouldn’t choose anyone else but you.” Civilians might come first, super hero duties and all that. He started in his head. “And you’ll always be my first priority.” He finished.

You stunned, but before you could react, he kissed you. It was soft almost feather like and a little awkward for his first kiss.

Dick pulled back, wondering if he went too far only for you to hug him, his arms automatically went around your waist. “Yes.” You said into his shoulder.

Dick let out a small smile, hugging you tighter. He finally got you.

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Not Yet(Safe and Sound)

Dick Grayson x you, Dick Grayson x reader, light angst, fluff, GN!Reader

Dick shuffled around. Trying his best not to wake you and he was almost successful.

He felts your warm arms sneak around his waist just as he threw his legs over the bed. He said something under his breath though you couldn’t hear what he said.

“Where are you going?” You asked, sitting up to press your cheek against his bare back. “I, my precious partner, am going to work.” He turned over in your hold, one leg bent on the bed. “I have to make money somehow. Otherwise we’ll be living back with B.” You grimaced.

It’s not that you didn’t like Bruce. You loved him actually. But…something about the manor just doesn’t sit right with you. Too big for your liking.

Dick grinned at your reaction. He pulled you close to plant a kiss on your lips. “I’ll be back before you know it.” You whined at that.

“Can’t you call in sick or something? I want to spend time with you today.” His heart swelled with pride at your words. Because at least he was doing this right.

He secretly wondered if he was good enough for you. What if he did something wrong and didn’t know? He wants to be someone you can depend on without worry.

Dick took your words and soared to the sky with them. You watched as a smile broke out on his face. “What’s that for?” You questioned, curious.

Dick shook his head, planting a kiss in your hair before engulfing you in a warm hug. “Nothing. I’m just happy.”

The warmth of his body and the comfort of his hug lulled you back into dreamland. “I love you…come home safe.” You drifted off in his arms.

If you keep this up, his heart is going to pop and he’s going to die of happiness. He laid you back down, pulling the covers over your shoulders.

“I’ll come back safe and sound…nothing could take me away from you, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me.” He gave your arm a quick squeeze before leaving to get dressed.

It was late when Dick came home. His footsteps were silent as he check up on you. You had texted him earlier about how there was food in the fridge for when he got back.

God, was he thankful for you. And even more thankful that you were asleep. Blood was spilling through his fingers, the fluids dripping onto the floor. He winced in pain as he took another step toward the bathroom.

His side got slashed saving a citizen from falling debris. A rusty pipe that happened to be sticking out at the time from previous debris.

And boy was it deep. He looked his injured side and began patching himself up. He can’t leave you, not yet. Not like this.

He could feel himself slowly started to slip away due to blood loss. He pushed through, weakly wrapping gauge around his torso. He told he’d come back safe and sound, and he’s going to!

Still feeling lightheaded, he dragged himself to bed. Panting from exhaustion. “Hey, baby.” He whispered. “I’m home.” He placed his arms around you, holding you close. His ear pressed against your chest.

You shuffled around, yawning as you wrapped your arms to keep him close. After a few minutes, he closed his eyes.

Listening to the sound of your heartbeat.

A/n: I think i should note that Dick did not die

[ang3lel1se]

I really LOVE your writing, and your ideas are SOO GREAT TOO!! I'm really excited to see what you'll make in the future.

Thank you so much!💝 I’m trying to be creative with my prompts especially since this is my first time writing a fanfic. I really appreciate it!

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Our Time

Fluff, Jason Todd x reader, Jason Todd x you, GN, no use of Y/n, reader has no confirmed gender, Jason says ‘I love you’, soft Jason.

It was one of those days where Jason had came home earlier than intended while out.

You absolutely took advantage of it. While you do spend your time with him during the day, you hardly get to actually sit down and watch a movie with him.

Which is what you’re doing right now. Jason had texted you that he was on his way and you jumped to get started. The living now looked like a what a child would call a blanket fort.

You had decided you wouldn’t use the TV, but instead, you would use your laptop. You smoothed out the fluffy blanket you placed on the floor, fluffing the pillows, and making sure the covers were in place.

You paused. Should you get takeout? Or just cook something quick and easy. Takeout is the invisible choice, Jason doesn’t take long to get back. If you listened close enough, you could hear the faint rev of his motorcycle somewhere in the distance.

Shaking your head, you rushed to put popcorn in the microwave. Then you moved to the bathroom for face masks, and a bottle of red nail polish. Just in case.

You had been begging Jason to let you paint his nails for weeks. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll let you do it this time.

You were at the door as soon as it opened. “Hi Jay!” You exclaimed, engulfing him in a hug. He wrapped an arm around hour waist. “Hey, Baby.” He placed a kiss on your head.

“I’m happy you’re home early. I have the entire night planned! We’re gonna watch a movie-“ you ranted about what you had planned. Jason watched you with soft eyes and a smiled. His eyes following your pacing form. He nodded his head with everything you said, intently listening.

“And are you finally going to let me paint your nails?” Jason deadpanned. “You’re still on that?” You nodded vigorously.

Eventually, he relented, he couldn’t resist you for long.

That’s how he found himself in a hydrating face mask laying down in a fort watching a movie with freshly painted red nails.

“I can’t believe i let you talk me into this.” He complained with no real annoyance. Anything to make you happy. “I’ve faced threats. Bombs. And even death at one point in my life and i have to say this is by far the worst of them all.” He joked.

You giggled beside him. “You love it!” You kissed the scar on his shoulder. “Stop denying it.” You could see his faint smile. “Mhm, you’re right.” He played with your hair. “You’re absolutely right. I love doing this stuff with you.” He whispered into your hair.

“It reminds me of what i’m fighting for.” You grinned. “I love you.” Jason chuckled. “I love you.” He said back. A fee months ago he couldn’t even bring himself to say those words.

The fear of a person not saying it back. The fear of someone leaving him again. The fear of pushing too far.

But now, he can say it with his chest. He’s thankful he has you in his life.

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Dick’s Closest Friend

No tmi, really close, somewhat no boundaries, might be ¿ooc?, there is mutual attraction, Dick Grayson x reader, fem!reader, Dick Grayson x you

Honestly, you never thought you’d be living with THE Dick Grayson. You also never thought you’d be friends either but there’s a first time for everything, right?

“Dick!” You called out, waiting for a response. Seconds later, you hear him yell. “Yeah?”

“Have you seen my bra? The blue one with lace? I can’t seem to find it!” Dick appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame. “Dresser?”

“Not there.”

“Bathroom?”

“Not there either.”

“Laundry?”

“I checked.”

“On the floor?”

“Nope.”

Dick tilted his head in confusion. This was a common occurrence between you two. It’s not to say that you don’t have boundaries, it’s just you’ve been friends long enough to not care.

There’s no secrets. Just truth and honesty. Dick placed a hand on his chin, clearly in deep thought. Then he shrugged. “I don’t know where it is, But, i’ll help you find it.” He walked into the room, searching in less obvious places.

You on the hand, doubled checked spots you already checked. A few minutes in, you found yourself on the floor, arm underneath the bed.

You found your bra, it somehow got kicked under the bed. Ridiculous. You thought.

You hadn’t realized Dick was pressed up against you. “Having fun?” He teased. You couldn’t see him but you could the amusement in his voice. You rolled your eyes at the question.

“Is seeing me face down, ass up somehow funny to you?” You shot back, feeling the lace on your finger tips. Dick shifted behind you. “I mean, no. But now that i’m looking, it is a very nice view.”

“What am i, a tourist attraction?” You grabbed your bra. Finally! “I wouldn’t say tourist attraction…you,” he sounded almost breathless. “You belong in a private museum.”

You smiled, rolling your eyes for the second time. “Pull me out, will you?” You weren’t stuck per se, just in a position that didn’t allow you to drop your legs and shimmy your way out.

“Okay, okay.” He laughed, arms around your waist. “Scoot towards the floor a little. There we go, that’s it.” He praised as you complied with his instructions.

“3…2..1.” He tugged on your waist gently until you were able to pull yourself the rest of the way. “Thank you.”

“No problem! I do what i do best. And apparently that’s helping a cute woman from under our bed.” You resisted rolling your eyes for the third time but the temptation was strong.

You ignored him, removing your shirt. You and Dick only shared a bed for one: there was only one. While it’s not small, it was only a one bedroom apartment.

You protested sleeping on the couch, it did look comfortable. But you liked having space to move around and not have a chance of falling off.

“Could’ve at least got a two bedroom. Can’t you ask Bruce for some money?” You questioned, if you were Dick, your pockets would be full…but that’s a personal preference.

“Eh, I could…” he collapsed on the bed. Looking up at the ceiling. “But i can make my own money. I have a job y’know.” He stated.

“Funny, i thought you unemployed the way i hardly see you at work.” You say. He chose to ignore your comment, sitting up. “Where are you off too?”

You glanced at him through the mirror. “A date.”

He looked you up and down. An image flashing in his mind. “You’re wearing… a lace lingerie set…to a date?” He paused, narrowing in on you. “What are you planning?”

“I’m planning on getting laid and i can’t do that with you here.” You turned to face him, smoothing out your dress. “Does this look okay?” You did a little spin before continuing. “It’s not too sheer, right?”

Dick was speechless. Sure he thought you were pretty before but standing before in that dress. You looked simply divine. “Goddess worthy.” He muttered out loud, entranced. You nearly snapped your neck to look at him. You didn’t expect those words to come from him.

But when does Dick ever think about what he says before he says it?

“What?” You asked, eyes still wide with shock. Your hands slowly lowered to be still at your side. “Gorgeous!” He blurted out. “You look fine.” He cleared his throat. “You know what—i’m just going to, uh—go. I’ll see you later!” He almost ran out of the room.

You hear him shuffling to put his shoes on, stilling muttering and mumbling to himself before finally hearing the door open and slam shut.

What was that about?

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Big Brother Dick

Jason Todd x reader, ¿angst?, ¿ooc? Self-doubt, Jason’s death and resurrection mention, Platonic!Dick x reader, GN!Reader, no Y/n mention

You sat on the couch, half-listening to the show you put on. You had convinced Jason to at least talk to Bruce one a week to rekindle their relationship.

It’s been exactly 3 months since then and you would say there’s progress. It’s little, not even half-way but it’s something. But now you have to think of way help your boyfriend.

You don’t know his family on a personally, the only knowledge you have of them is from the little snippets and stories he’s told you.

And you also have no way of reaching out…you could try social media. They’re a popular family.

You reach across the couch to grab your phone, scrolling through social media. He tends to talk about Dick a lot, more absentminded than he actually realized.

The first thing that pops up is a picture of a cute Dog. “Haley.” You utter, glancing at the caption. “That’s a cute name.” But you honestly don’t think this is going to work. “I need a more direct approach.” So you waited until Jason came back home.

“Hi baby.” You kissed his cheek, welcoming him home with a hug. “Hi.” He hugged you back, tightening his grip for a split second. You rest your head on his shoulder, glad that’s he’s home in one piece.

“I need to see your phone, Jay.” He lofted a brow, confused but still fished for his phone. He trusted you.

“Why?”

“Nothing too important. I just have to do something really quick.” You answer, turnung away. “What are you planning?” You heard him ask from behind.

“Nothing that concerns you.” It actually does hut he doesn’t need to know that. “We actually need groceries. I’m cooking spaghetti tonight. Can you go get the stuff we need, please?”

Jason huffed. “I just got back from a near death experience and you’re already sending me back out.” He joked. “What did i do to deserve such a woman like you?” He kissed your head before heading out the door.

“Yes!” You cheered, opening his contacts. He had a few questionable people but you payed no mind to that. You clicked on Dick’s profile.

This was more direct than you had hoped but there’s turning back now! Commit to the bit!

The phone rung once. Once. When Dick picked up. “Jason? I was starting to think you’d never call.” His muffled voice rang out from the other side.

“Um, sorry, this isn’t Jason. I’m his partner—“

“PARTNER?” You lifted the phone from your ear as he screamed. “Like actually? This isn’t a prank call?” He threw questions at you like the speed of light.

“Okay—first, slow down!” Dick seemed to quiet down. “And second, i thought you would have knew!”

“…Jason tells us close to nothing about his personal life.” Estranged is the word you would have used. He has a rocky relationship with Bruce, leading him to avoid the family all together.

“Well, i’m trying to help him become more closer with Bruce…and i was hoping you would help me? He talks about you sometimes, so i figured you were the person i should call.”

He was silent. Jason talks about him? Dick couldn’t stop the soft smile rising on his face. “He talks about me?” You hummed in response, walking in circles. “He does. More often than not. Sometimes it’s good, other times bad but he admired and respected you at one in his life.”

You smiled just talking about it. What Jason was like…before everything and his death. It was an interesting conversation.

“Okay, i’ll help you. But just so you know, i haven’t seen Jason in years…not since he came back anyway.” You cheered silently. “Great! I’ll text you my number!” You hung up the call, immediately typing your number.

|Be quick about it! I can’t let Jay know i’m doing this!

|(***)*******

Dick’s reply was almost immediate. After hearing a ding from your phone—assuming it was Dick, you deleted the text messages.

“Why is his phone always on the verge of dying?” You said out loud, moving to place his phone on the charger. “I’m back!” The door opens and the first thing he does is kick off his shoes.

You try to take the bags from him hut he promptly moves them out of your way. “I’ll cook tonight.” You puffed, crossing your arms. “I told you i’d cook.” Jason moved you out of the way. “Yeah, and i said i’d do it. So you—can go sit down and rest.”

You shifted your stance in protest but could really find the words. “I hate you.” You finally say.

“You love me.” He retorted from the kitchen. The sizzling from the meat in the pan calmed your nerves. You sunk more into the couch, eyes closed. Repetitive sounds always seemed to lull you to sleep, or maybe it was the peace? Or the silence of it all.

Whatever it was, did something to your brain and before you knew it, you slipped into dreamland.

“Hey, baby!” Jason came storming into the living room. “I was wondering if you want the mild taco seasoning—“ he looked up to see your sleeping form, eyes immediately softening. “Oh.”

His voice went quiet, staring at you for approximately 6 minutes before remembering there’s meat cooking. “Shit.” He whisper-yelled, running back to the kitchen.

It took a few minutes but the spaghetti was done—finally. Instead of eating, he put it in the fridge, he should really fix the fridge light. He took note and proceeded to the couch.

“Come on, Sweetheart.” He took in his arms with ease, carrying you to the bedroom.

The morning was met with very loud and excited knocks. You mumbled, nuzzling into Jason’s chest. In which the man in question was actively ignoring the knocks.

You shifted, mumbling some more. “…Jay…get the door.”

“…” He was quiet, mentally debating to either get up and answer or pretend he was asleep. He went with the second option. “I know you’re awake Jay. Get the door.” You demanded, turning over.

Jason sighed, swinging his legs over the bed. He rubbed his head, he could feel a headache forming already…headache? He normally only gets headaches with Dick, his non-existent sixth sense. A new irritation formed over his face.

“It’s too early for this.” He muttered. Opening the door he was met with a bright smile that could rival the sun. “Look who it is, Boy Wonder.” Jason commented, eyes narrow. He crossed his arms. “What are you doing here, Dick?”

Dick laughed, invited himself in. “You should thank your partner really. They invited me here.”

“What?” Jason shut the door behind him. Normally he would’ve told him to get out right about now but today he was feeling oddly generous. “They did what?”

Dick leaded on the back couch and started listing things off. “But mainly just your relationship with Bruce…” then he went silent, clearly thinking over something. Which is something Dick rarely does. “Y’know…we do miss you Jason. You’ve hardly talked to any of us since…y’know.”

“I do know. And I’m hurt. No one came to my rescue. No one avenged me. He let me die with that sick bastard still on the loose. Those are fucked priorities if i’ve ever seen it. And you, oh Boy Wonder, the example of justice-“

“Jay.” He stopped to look at you. Disappointment across your face. “That’s not what Dick is here for. He’s trying to help.” Dick couldn’t help but watch as the two of you went back and forth.

Maybe he wasn’t helping as much as he thought he was. Dick was excited to see his baby brother again, the brother he lost, the brother he couldn’t save.

Only having one interaction with him after his resurrection, that ultimately ended in violence. He was supposed to be a role model to his youngest siblings and he knew that.

But what happens when you fail one? Do the rest go down that path too? Will they stop relying on you? Stop coming to you for everything?

He didn’t want to admit but that thought hurt more than Jason dismissing him because that’s exactly what Jason had done.

He took a deep breath.

He was supposed to be the one Jason could rely on when things went wrong.

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Coming Home(To Someone)

Jason Todd x Reader, no use of Y/n mentioned, ¿cringe? Pet names(sorry), gender neutral(i think), no specific gender mentioned, fluff, ?ooc? Pinky promises. (Banner by me)

You sat up in your bed. Hands on your head—you woke up with a raging ache under your skull. Wonderful. You thought.

You checked the time of the clock sitting on your nightstand. 1:46 AM, it read. Sighing, you swung your legs over the bed. Jason’s not back yet…

You take light, slow footsteps to the bathroom, grabbing some painkillers before heading into the kitchen for a glass of water.

You and Jason had been dating for a while—7 months to be exact. Since January and it’s been smooth sailing. At least for you.

Jason had told you about his life on the 5th date. How he was wounded inside, the weight he carried. Probably to give a chance to rethink your decision on staying with him.

He came back late every night with cuts, bruises, and slashes. He never told you where he worked or what he did despite coming back tattered and beaten. And every time you asked was the same deflection from the topic: ‘Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.’

The more he resists telling you, the more you feel compelled to know. He’s hiding something and you going to find out. But perhaps that could wait until tomorrow.

“Why are you awake? Did something happen?” You jumped hearing Jason’s voice behind you. “Jason!” You held a hand over your heart as you turned to face him.

You could hear him chuckling over the rapid beating of your heart. You took a few deep breaths. “I’m okay, nothing happened.” You answered. “Just a headache.” You popped a pill, chasing it with the water.

You lifted your gaze to scan over Jason. A few cuts and bruises but nothing serious. Choking down the curiousness you had looked away. “…Do you need help tending to those?” He tilted his head in your peripheral view and you gestured to his cuts.

He shook his head, making his way to you. “No, i’ve got it.” He planted a feather light kiss to the top of your head, pushing you back toward the bedroom. “You get some rest, Okay?”

You stilled, watching him. Eyes narrow, then you sighed. ‘Yeah, okay.” You replied, closing the door behind you. The cover was warm on your skin as you settled in. Eyes heavy with sleep, you hadn’t realized how sleepy you actually were.

You’d definitely figure out was up with your boyfriend tomorrow. The sun was blinding as it woke you up. You absentmindedly reached for Jason, your personal heater. He tends to run hot through the night.

But instead of his warm body, you touched an empty spot. Opening one eye, you searched for him. Not in his spot, not in the bathroom. You sat up, covers pooling at your waist.

You tried to listen, there was no sound of the news. Not even the sound of cooking. Despite what others might think, he’s an exceptional cook. He just tends to get a lot of takeout because it’s ‘faster’.

“Jay?” You called out, voice raspy from just waking up. You walked out the room, door creaking open. He was no where.

Running back to grab your phone, you dialed his number. Two rings was all it took for him to pick up. “Yes, sweetheart? What do you need? I’m kind of busy.”

“I don’t need anything.” You say, walking around. “You weren’t in bed, just wanted to make you’re okay…”

“I know what that silence means, what is it?” You scoff at his words but reply nonetheless. “Are you okay? You seem…more distant than before, granted you were sort of distant before that but we were making progress and i’m just really concerned for—i worry about you.” You ended. “I am worried. I’m not trying to push you into opening up or anything but i just really wish you would talk to me. We’re supposed to be in it together. You don’t have to keep it to yourself.”

It was silent on the other end of phone. Minutes passed by with no reply so you assumed the conversation was done. “I should’ve kept it myself—i never should have called, i’m sorry.”

“Wait Sweetheart—“ right as you pressed the red button. You stared at your phone screen, deciding against whether to call him back or let him have his space.

You went with giving him space. You probably overstepped his boundaries and that scared you. What if he breaks up with you over this? You convince yourself that he wouldn’t do that, he’s unreasonable in anyway. But what if you had crossed a line and can’t take it back?

What if he gets tired of your constant questions trying to dig into his life? What if he’s tired of you? That smashed your heart into tiny pieces, crumbling to the floor. You sat down on the couch trying to gather your thoughts when you heard the door opened.

“Baby? Sweetheart?” Jason. You debated on answering but the apartment was small. “In here, Jay.” You cringed. What if he didn’t want you calling him that?

You felt the couch dipping as he sat next to you. “Hey, hey…what’s wrong?” He could tell you were overthinking and on the verge of tears. “I’m sorry.” You spoke quietly. “For trying to poke into something you clearly don’t me to know.” You looked him in the eyes. “But i’m tired of being kept in the dark, Jay. I’m tired of you making excuses as to why you keep coming home beat up. I’m tired of you deflecting my questions. I’m tired of waking up and you not being there. And i’m tired of you coming home late with no good explanation.”

Hey stayed silent, as much as he wanted, he didn’t know how to comfort you. It wasn’t something that came naturally to him. He could only watch as you told him what was wrong, watching as tears threatened to spill from your gorgeous eyes.

He looked away from your gaze. “I…” he started but couldn’t finish. What was he supposed to say? He’s not used to…this. “I…look, i’m sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve never…i learned to never let anyone get too close. To not form deep attachments, that leaves me vulnerable—and i’ve been hurt in ways you couldn’t imagine.”

“I’ve adapted to constantly push people away. I’ve never had this before. Connection. Trust. The one person i actually want to come home to.” You stayed quiet as he explained.

“I did plan on telling you, just not this way…and if i’m being honest, i don’t want to tell you. More or so for the danger and the position it’d put you in. They could use you to get to me—“

“Jay, who’s they?” You interrupted. Who is this person he speaks of? Jason sighed. “I am…” he let another deep sigh. “I am Red Hood. And the ‘they’ i’m talking about are people who want to hurt me for stopping the crimes they’ve committed.”

Red Hood? The Red Hood? “Are you joking?” You asked, voice quiet in disbelief. From the way he was looking at you, you could tell he was not joking. “And you’re telling me this now?” You were engulfed in a hug before you could finish.

“I know. I should’ve told you sooner but that would’ve put you in danger.” You scoffed. “You’re such an ass.” You still couldn’t believe it, your boyfriend was Red Hood.

You could feel Jason’s smile. “I promise you, no matter what happens, i’m gonna come home to you, okay?” You nodded. “Yeah…pinky promise?” You held up your pinky finger. He chuckled into your ear, pulling away and locking his pinky with yours. 

“Pinky promise.”