summary: jason loves coming home to you
genre: fluff
warnings/content: mention of crimes, gn reader, patrolling jason, established relationship
word count: 429
a/n: my first attempt at jason!! love him so much
throughout most his life, Jason only knew rough
the rough grip of his motorcycle handles, his rough skin, the rough freeze of Gothamâs streets
and everyday was the same.
patrolling in itself was easy for jason todd. stopping robberies, shutting down drug organizations, the occasional bullet duel. but overtime, the experiences feel a little bit heavier. itâll drain anyone eventuallyâ and god knows, jason isnât immune to everything.
but that's only for him to know.
and for you to read through.
the apartment door creaks in the dead of night. the white paint chips off more with each movement, but jason and you agree it makes home more real.
to anyone else, your shared gotham apartment is shitty. it has one bedroom, one bathroom, and a cramped kitchen. it was more reminiscent of a motel.
all you and jason needed were a roof over your heads and each other. âthat would be enoughâ he would say.
he carefully shifts the bedroom handle to the left, careful not to wake you.
but youâre like a hawk, already shuffling in the sheets as soon as he steps in.
âjay?â your voice is groggy and your hair is a mess. jason thinks you look perfect this way. the most beautiful.
the corner of his mouth begins to smile, âits me, didn't mean to wake youâ
âsâ okayâ you murmur, âI missed youâ
jason sets his helmet on a nightstand, sitting on the corner of the bed. âI missed you more. you have no ideaâ he sighs, remembering the night he had endured
youâre fighting sleep, but you manage to open your eyes enough to see himâ your jason. safe.
âim happy youâre in one pieceâ
he chuckles, âcourse I am, I donât come home any other way.â
he runs his gloved hand through your hair, sweet and warm, despite his exterior
âI'm gonna shower, you should rest honeyâ he stands now, ready to walk out the room, but not before getting one final look at the angel in their shared bed.
you grumble âI guess. iâll be here when-â your consciousness slightly falters, âwhen you get-â and your exhaustion fails you
jason smiles, a full one, endeared by you as always
âsleep wellâ he whispers, exiting the bedroom
jason todd knew rough very well.
maybe there was no escaping the way itâll always linger in his life, but with you? jason is grateful to say he knows what gentle is too.
when patrol drains him, he knows he can land in your soft arms once itâs all over.
summary: Jason Todd believes he's hard to love. it was carved deep after the grave, the rage, the endless nights of just surviving. but you see past it. he was the man you'd chooseâagain and again. complicated or not.
tags/warnings: major hurt/comfort, established relationship, hard topics of insecurity and self doubt from jason (my baby </3), kissing, ooc jason todd, pet name (sweetheart)
wc: 1k words.
a/n: inspired by silk lingerie, by Kali Uchis. it is one of the most beautiful songs ever btw... i love kali uchis so much đ„č
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Jason doesnât like soft things.
Soft things donât survive in Gothamâthey get ruined.
So the moment he got home from a missionâseeing you standing there facing the window, clad in pale pink silk, thin straps almost falling off one shoulder, fabric softly reflecting under the warm lightâhis first thought wasnât hunger, it was fear.
You turned the moment you heard the door open, his heavy boot pulsing on the wooden floor. The small smile you gave him nearly took his breath away.
âYouâre back early,â you hummed, turning around to face him.
He shut the door, locking it twice, before looking around to assess if anything was off in the apartmentâa habit formed from his past and overthinker mind.
âYou shouldnât wear that and be near the window,â a tinge of dread in his tone, well, more like worry.
You frowned, looking down at the silk piece. Your hands instinctively pick on the lace trimming. âItâs closedâŠâ
âStill,â he sighed. Setting down his helmet on top of the counter, untying the knots on his boots.
He eyed you then. How the silk framed your figure perfectly, how delicate it looked. It was definitely something that would tear if something pulled on it too hard.
âDo you not like it?â you asked quietly, taking careful steps towards him.
His brows knitted just the slightest. Like it? Fuckâ he goddamn loves it. He just knows what comes after shit that is too gentle.
âItâs not about liking itâŠâ he spoke quietly, shrugging off his jacket and folding it like it was a pattern he picked up years ago.
You stepped closer, hand brushing his damp hair back. His own hover by your sides, not touching yet. âYou look⊠too soft.â
You look up at him, hand now softly tracing his face. âIsnât that the point?â
âYou donât get it,â he shook his head, voice rougher now. âYou know Iâm not used to⊠this.â
âThis?â your brows furrowed in frustrating confusion.
âThis,â he gestured between you. âBeing domestic. Coming home with you waitingâlooking like a damn dream, laughing with you freely like I donât carry the world on my shouldersâŠâ
âJayâ we talked about this,â you frowned, both hands cupping his cheeks softly.
âI knowâ God, I know,â he almost groaned. He felt⊠angryâfrustratedânever at you though, at himself. The things he knew, the things he gone through, the things he doneâit was unfair to share the burden with you.
You saw the thoughts dancing around his head by his expression. Taking another step closer, till your chest was pressed against his.
âYou think youâre going to ruin me⊠You think I will run away the moment you show too muchâŠâ not a question, just an observation you made out loud.
The lack of an answer from him confirmed it.
He finally touched you. Too careful, afraid youâd shatter if he holds too hard. Hand burning on your hips through the soft fabric of the silk.
âYou know what happened to me,â he said, almost shamefully.
You only nodded.
âYou know what Iâve done after,â his face twisted just the slightest.
You nodded again.
âIâm not normal, sweetheart. I donât come home and just⊠forget,â his heart tightening, he felt his throat closing up.
âI come home, and I worry that everything that follows me, follows you as wellâŠâ
Your hands slid down his neck, collarbone, stopping at his chestâjust on top of his heart.
âI donât want normalâŠâ you whispered, feeling his heartbeat quickening underneath.
âAnd I know what Iâm signing for the moment I said I love you the first time.â
His eyes fluttered shut, his breath hitched, and he felt the fear begin to quiet down, but still there. âYou deserve someone easy.â
âYou think loving someone is easy?â
âIt should beâŠâ he breathed out
âLoving someone sometimes breaks, Jason. No matter the personâŠâ You planted your head on his chest. Closing your eyes as you hear the thud, thud, of his heartbeat.
âAnd I choose that person to be you.â
âHowâŠâ his voice breaking now.
âHow did you fall for someone so complicated and flawed as me?â making you look up to him.
You didnât hesitate. âBecause⊠when you think that youâre all the worst moments? Youâre not, Jay.â
Your fingers found his that was around your waist, before lacing it together. He opened his eyes to see your sincere ones.
âYou see the bad, and think thatâs all there is,â you continued.
âBut, I see the way you feed the stray cats around our apartment.â
âThe way you texted me whenever something came up, so I donât worry.â
âThe way you remembered my cycle and made sure that my needs are fulfilled in every way.â
âThe way you soften when I have a bad day, even though you are having a hard one yourself.â
Jason felt his heart squeeze. He doesnât cry a lot, but how the tears rimmed his eyes with every word you uttered.
The shift of the silk was audible as you pulled him closer to you, holding him like he was your lifeline.
âYou are acting like loving you is some big sacrifice I have to make⊠Itâs not.â
He inhaled sharply. âYouâre not scared?â
âI amâŠâ that surprised him.
âBut loving you and fearing it is so much better than not doing it at all,â you whispered.
âAnd I trust that you wouldnât hurt me⊠not intentionally anyway,â smiling softly, thumbs brushing his cheeks to catch any stray tears.
âI donât know how not to mess it up,â he sighed. âI donât know how to do this right.â
âIâm not asking you to do everything perfectly, Iâm just asking you to stay⊠and stop questioning yourself,â kissing his jaw softly, making his breath shudder.
âOkay⊠only if you stay with me and call me out every time I do have those bad thoughts,â kissing your forehead.
You nodded, before landing a soft kiss on his lips, full of certainty and promises.
Maybe it was complicated, maybe it was going to be doomed in the end after allâŠ
But both of you knew, that you would always be there for each other.
I've always seen fic and all showcasing Alfred's cooking as amazing but guys.... he's british. SO imagine if his cooking is just plain. I mean yeah maybe the meat dishes might have some herbs and flavour but Damian is a vegetarian. What are they feeding my poor boy.
All i can think of is a vegetarian poc!reader having the first family dinner and the vegetarian options are like steamed vegetables, bread, rice and like salad. (literally my worst nightmare as a vegetarian) and as a polite guest reader STRUGGLING having to just somehow swallow the food (maybe throw it up later)
your man can be a yapper when he wants to be. a certified yapper. if there was a job application going, you would have signed him up for it by now. but beneath all of that, you loved that he felt comfortable enough around you to even yap to begin with. all your previous partners were quiet, silent even, even on good days, they just didnât like talking at all.Â
youâre crossed legged at the end of the couch, pretending to be focused on the book thatâs currently open and sprawled on your lap but you honestly havenât been paying attention for the past 10 minutes. your boyfriend, soft and gentle with only you, has been talking for god knows how long but you enjoy it. the way his voice softens because he knows that of course, youâre reading and thatâs your time, but alas, he can never shut up when youâre in the same room.
âand then, get this, iâm reading something and this guyâ baby?â he blinks, his lap is suddenly filled with nothing but you you, your book now long forgotten as his eyes, so gentle and adorable before you, stare up at you, hands in the air like he doesnât know where to put them. âyou okay?â
âyeah. mâokay,â you nodded, hands placed on his shoulders while you simply stared back at him. no other words coming out of your mouth. until they do. âsorry, you just look really fuckinâ cute when you yap,â you giggle, your thumb brushing against his neck slowly.
âcute?â he repeats almost bashfully. âmâcute?â
âmhm, of course, you are. even cuter when you talk about stuff i donât even know. you get so focused, your eyebrows make you look mildly angry even though you arenât, your lips are so pouty that i just want to kiss it right off your faceââ
âokay! i get it!â he scoffs but thereâs no malice or annoyance behind it, just simply and finally places his hands down on your hips. certainly not wanting to address the heated blush on his neck and face. âwhat was i saying?â
you snort and slump your head onto his shoulder. âi donât know, pretty boy, what were you saying? you distracted me.â
âi distracted you?! how?â
he swallows, breath hitching slightly as you lift your head, eyes locking with his. your eyes roamed his face slowly, taking in every single detail. his fingers curl on instinct into your skin, but he doesnât move you off, if anything, he pulls you closer. âyouâre a very distracting woman.â he counters, eyes dropping to your lips and then back to your eyes.
âbuttering me up?â you teased, fingers brushing away strands of hair away from his face. âlil old me distracting you? i was just trying to listen to you talk and you distracted me. mâstill waiting for you to continue your story, handsome.â
âi forgot what i was saying,â he mumbles, soft lips pressing against your cheek. âi always forget what iâm saying when you look at me like that.â
âlike what?â
âlike youâre in love with me.â he states simply and to the point.
âi am in love with you.â
he smiles bashfully and lovingly, a blush creeping up on his neck and you notice the tips of his ears a blooming pink shade. your fingers trace down his forehead, down the slope of his nose and to his lips; where you smile and press one singular kiss onto them. âi love you.â you repeated.
and your heart swells when his smile widens even more if thatâs possible. âi love you.â
before you know it, heâs back to telling you his story, finally remembering where he left off, with you comfortably resting against his chest peacefully and his fingers tracing random shapes on your back.
you listen to him talk about this one specific guy at work who loves to interrupt him whenever heâs working, claims theyâre best friends and then forgetting he exists until he wants to bother him again. or the time a little after he arrived at work where another coworker decided to knock into him so he dropped a weekâs worth of material all over the wet parking lot the second he got out his car because the guy claimed was late for a meeting. and the final straw was that same guy after lunch spilling his hot tea all over his white t-shirt. safe to say, he was over the week already.
the conversation then shifts, less about work and more about a book you know heâs been reading. you donât remember fully what it was about, but you know it had him hooked for weeks before he bought it. always telling you the different plot twists when he did finally have a chance to get his hands on it, was always brought up at least twice at breakfast and once when he got home.
he doesnât notice the way your breathing slows down enough to the point youâre pretty much jelly against him, doesnât notice the way your eyes droop and close when heâs talking about a new TV show you both should watch. only when your hand slides down his shoulder and is limp on his lap does his voice gets softer, conversation to a halt when he tilts his head to get a better look at you does he notice you have in fact fell asleep.
reaching his hand up and cupping your cheek, he brushes his thumb across your cheek, watching your eyelashes flutter against your skin delicately at the action and presses his lips to your forehead.
he knows him talking soothes you, knows hearing his voice makes you feel safe; hence why yes, one of the many reasons he loves talking. you donât sleep as often and much as you should, so when he does talk to you for endless hours about everything and nothing, heâs aware that itâs the only way youâll be able to rest peacefully. that and you truly do love to hear about what his day was like, what new hobbies he found, you love hearing about everything.
wrapping his arms around you carefully, not wanting to wake you up, he pulls you more into his hold and manages to reach for the blanket which he places around you with care and plants another kiss on your forehead, his voice much softer and quieter than before. âi love you, my little listener.â
Desi reader who makes food for the batfam(specially dami since he's a vegetarian and there's a lot of sexy Indian veg food options).
Desi reader who has Alfred sit with them while eating.
Desi reader who cusses the batfam out in her language.
Desi reader who dresses up the girls in Indian ethnic wear.
Desi reader who does kala tikka and the hand gesture of "nazar na lage"
whenever someone is excited or cute or proud.
Desi reader who gets them addicted to chai
Desi reader who whips the batfam into shape when they're neglecting themselves.
Desi reader with the "desi mummy things" with the family pets (handfeeding them when they're sick, scolding them when they act out, the chappal fear etc)
Desi reader who does the same thing with the family.
Desi reader who hosts bollywood movie nights.
Desi reader who has an entire section of kitchen reserved for spices, dry fruits, Indian snacks etc).
Desi reader who makes the batfam haldi ka doodh with saffron after they get hurt.
Desi reader who sings old soft songs to the pets. (kinda like lullaby way)
Desi reader who celebrates every single desi holiday like it's meant to be.
Desi reader who has a strict no outside shoes in her house rule.
Desi reader who draws henna tattoos on batfam when they're not feeling good about their bodies.
Desi reader who trains the batfam in the art of desi nuske and jugaad.
Warning - Depression, referenced drug use and addiction
Jason knows when you spiral before you do. He knows when your texts are start coming slower, when your smile is too strained and when you begin joking about how tired you are most days. Itâs a spiral he knows far too well since he took care of his mother on nights when the pain was too much for her.
He lets you lie about it for the first few days, letting you put up a front with everyone about how everything is fine and you arenât drowning. Jason checks on you regularly though, making sure that you arenât alone even if you insist that you are okay and donât need his help with making sure that you eat or get out of bed.
Every time you lie he has to remind himself that itâs not that you donât trust him itâs just you try to make the lie true.
It all crashes down on you on a Tuesday, nothing particularly important happens, the sky doesnât fall, you donât get hurt, you just donât get out of bed that day. Jasonâs text is left unread but he knows that you donât have anything going on today so he knows that you are collapsing into yourself.
He has a key to your place. It was gift you gave him after he kept coming in through your window all the time. You had brushed off how much trust it was to give him a key but he still felt the impact of it.
When he walks in the door he recognizes the heavy silence in the whole space. It blankets the apartment in a thick sense of lethargy that Jason has to combat a lot himself. After finding you it is better, you help him on his bad days and he returns the favor on yours. He sets the take out he got on the counter to look for you.
You are laying in bed, some random video playing on your phone as you stare at it without really looking at it. He knows that you see him out of the corner of your eye. You arenât subtle enough about how your eyes flick to him and then away.
âHave you eaten today?â Jason asks in place of a greeting as he approaches your bed.
There is a sigh you let out from deep in your chest, âNo.â
âCan you get out of bed right now?â His voice is softer now as he kneels beside your bed to look at you face to face.
You look guilty as you put your phone down.
âNot right now.â You whisper.
Jason nods and walks out of the room to the kitchen to put the food away. He puts the entire back in your fridge and takes off his shoes to put them at your door.
When he gets back you havenât move to get up or to pick up your phone. You are just staring vacantly at the doorway until he walks into it.
âScoot over.â Jason tells you.
âYou donât have to-â You go to protest him entering your bed but he cuts you off.
âIâm going to hold you until you feel like you can get up.â Jason climbs into bed with you and pulls you into his arms.
It doesnât take long for you to latch onto him like he is a raft in a storm.
He isnât very talkative in situations like this, he enjoys pushing peoples buttons often but in these intimate moments he feels awkward if he says anything.
Jason pushes through his own awkwardness as he begins to talk about his day, last nightâs patrol and really anything else that comes to mind.
Eventually you both will get up. You will be bullied, lovingly, into eating and taking care of yourself but for right now Jason is going to hold you in his arms until you get the strength to move.
Blueâs Notes- This is extremely self indulgent since I am going through a bout of depression myself. Having someone to just be there for you is so important. If you are feeling depressed or are just having a bad day I hope that this helps you like it did for me.
Did Jason enjoy working with his family? No. Did Jason have another option? Also no. Could Jason punch his annoying brothers into next week for irritating him? Unfortunately, that's also no. He was sat on the chair Infront of the extra desk Bruce kept in the cave, waiting for Timmy to do whatever the fuck he was doing to make a plan of action for the case. Dick, the untrained energetic puppy that he was, was doing gymnastic bullshit to pass the time.Â
Why did he leave you at home?Â
Surely you were still sleeping. He should have been laying next to you instead of agreeing to work this case with his brothers. He could perfectly imagine you wrapped up in that cute soft blanket you bought with him. You liked it so much that he could practically see you vibrate while in line to pay. The memory brought a small smile to his face.Â
âGuys it's gonna take a couple more hoursâ Tim finally stated, turning in his chair in front of the batcomputer.
âWhat the fuck. Weâve already been here for 3 hours waiting for you to crack into the schematics and youâre telling me you need more timeâ said Jason. He was exhausted, hangry, and missing his girl, not to mention sleep deprived. This frail coffee addict, the so called genius had ripped him from his comfy bed to help with the case, and now he needed more time. That little shit.
âDude chill. The directory in which the schematics are stored is heavily encrypted. Iâm just asking for some time, not your goddam spleen.â Tim rolled his eyes at Jason. How his brother managed to convince you to be his girlfriend was a mystery to him.Â
Dick watched them glare at each other from the training mat. He was happy to wait and not get involved, sparing his limbs and ego from being gravely injured in a possible brawl between the two.
Hereâs one thing people don't realise about Jason. He HATES being bored. His passion for reading stems from avoiding boredom, and well, also his love for literature.
But now it was inevitable. He had to be bored for a few hours.
Fine fuck him ig.
He pulled out his phone and opened his music player. Remembering the song, he started searching for it.Â
âNo, not that one.â
âNot that one eitherâ
âWait what was the name of the singer???â
âUh The picture was a guy, so not this one eitherâ
âWhere the fuck is it?â
Finally when he found it, he put on his wired earphones(the ones that you had bought yourselves a matching pair of, saying it reminded you of him)Â and played the song on repeat, just as you had.
He knew it was a love song. You often said that Hindi and Punjabi songs showed love in a way that English songs could never compete to, and that the way you felt about him was written in these songs.Â
Guess today is the day he was going to find out finally what they meant. He opened his phone and searched for the translated lyrics online.
Each sentence that he read could not stop the growing warmth in his chest. Did you really love him this tenderly? He better kiss you all stupid when he went back home. Sighing lovingly, he put down his phone and put his head in his arms on the table. At least he could pass the time listening to your love for him. He quickly felt the exhaustion creep up on him. Maybe a few minutes of sleep couldn't hurt.Â
That was his first mistake.
Dick was the one to notice his precious littlewing softly asleep on the desk. He cooed quietly at his brother's situation, not wanting to wake him up. When Tim finally turned again to tell them that he was done, he found Dick clicking pictures from a distance then moving closely and hovering over Jason.
âIs he really asleep?â Tim asked
âYeah. Heâs out like a lightâ said Dick, as smugly as he could.Â
âWhy are you clicking pictures of him?â
âMemories Timbit, memoriesâ
âBetter question yet, is he smiling in his sleep?âÂ
That's when Dick noticed the small smile on Jasonâs lips.
And that was the moment where he chose death.
âAwwwww littlewing is smiling in his sleepâ He quickly whipped out his phone to click even more pictures. He even zoomed in for a few of them.
âHey Timbit, here's my phone. Can you record us?â
âYeah no. I happen to kinda like my life and my throat. I don't wanna engage in any activities that endanger their safety.â No way in hell Timâs gonna risk his life doing this stupid stuff for Grayson. If the Titans tower attack was any indicator, no one was to fuck with Jason when he was pissed. And he was going to be PISSED when he finds Dickie taking pics of him sleeping and even, shudder, smiling.
Dick, of course, like any other big brother, had no qualms on planning to humiliate his little bro. Infact he was kinda looking forward to it. Â
âWhat is he even smiling about?â Tim asked
âProbably sweet dreams with his girlâ Dick made some smooching sounds to really drive the point across.
âEw.â
âAww is he listening to a song while dreaming. Adorable. I gotta capture this."
Now, simply because he could, he also sent those pics to the family group chat.Â
The groupchat, as expected, went wild.
Now Jason was a patient man. But not when his sleep was being constantly disturbed by notifications.
He groaned and started getting up. The first thing he noticed was Dick grinning at him. He still believes that not decking that son of a bitch was his second mistake. Third was opening up the family group chat. Fourth was being born.
He read the messages and looked at Dick. For one long second there's absolute silence. Jason glaring at Dick, Dick grinning at Jason, and Tim watching both of them. Then, as swift as he could, Jason kneed Dick on his groin. Dick tumbled over in pain, whimpering.
âServes you right, Dickface.â with these final words, Jason left the cave to go back to the Manor.
Dick, still on the floor, clutched his family jewels, making noises somewhat familiar to a dying walrus.
Tim looked over at him once and asked âYou good?â
âNoâ is all Dick could strangle out.
âOkayâ and with that Tim left him as well to suffer on his own. It's not his fault that Dick wanted to tempt the bull, he thought.Â
It had been a shitty day for Jason. But then again are we surprised?Â
If it wasnât the menagerie of idiotic dramatic rogues and villains that Gotham somehow kept producing, it was his âlovingâ Â family grating his nerves. He could feel Dicks smugass smirk which made him want to peel his skin off. Not to mention Bruce being on his case about cussing in front of the demonspawn. A kid who's barely 10 apples tall, beats criminals up every night dressed like a glowing traffic light, would apparently be badly influenced by some cuss words. Welp, Brucie bat can go fuck himself.Â
All he wanted to do was go home to her. She would make it feel alright. His only shred of sanity hanging on to make it home, to see you smile on seeing him. How he brings you joy is a mystery even to him. He only has a few hours before he has to go back to the dumbass cave to his dumbass family to discuss some dumbass case. At least heâll get to spend those few hours with you. Thatâs all that matters.
Now trudging up the stairs to her apartment, all he can think about is being in your arms. God, when did he become such a sap. He opened the door to your now shared home. He could already smell the lavender incense you lit earlier. He dropped his duffel on the floor and was about to walk through the clean living room when he got a flashback of you threatening to end his bloodline if he dirtied your floors with outside mud one more time. Sighing, he took off his shoes, opting instead to stay barefoot. Her, he needed to find her.Â
Dragging himself through the shared space, he came to your bedroom and just, stopped. Admiring you. You were laying on the bed with one leg over the other, clearly awake and humming. Oh how he melts at that sound. The sound of his home. You were clearly listening to some song in your own language. He could faintly hear it coming from the headphones. His heart warmed with how at peace you looked.Â
âHey babyâ he called out.
You finally opened your eyes, a smile already tugging your lips on seeing him.
âHi Jay. Though day?â
âDonât fucking ask sweetheart. Iâm about to go fake my death to get rid of this fucking familyâ he started walking towards the bed, all the while removing his âoutside clothesâ. You had given him shit on how your bed was a no outside clothes zone, and he really wanted to lay on his sweet girl to catch some sleep.Â
âOh? and what about me? Are you planning on leaving me here?â you said with a smirk. Both of you knew that no matter how annoying the bat/wayne family got, he still loved them deeply. So did you.
âWell, sometimes peace requires sacrifice my sweet girlâ You could hear the smugness dripping off his words. He was already on top of you, getting comfortable to sleep on your chest.Â
âOh so Iâm a sacrifice now asshole? Thought you loved meâ you said, swatting the back of his head lightly and playfully.
âI do love you baby. Very, very muchâ he punctuated each very with a kiss on your jaw. You could never really stay pissed at him when he was pulling stunts like these. He sighed and finally settled his head on your chest. Your hands automatically went to play with his hair. He loved moments like these. Moments heâd get to come home and be loved beyond his wildest imaginations.
âWhatcha listeninâ to?âÂ
âSome soft Punjabi songs. Want me to keep them playing in the background while you nap?â
âHm kayâ he was already bordering on sleep. Your soft hand scratching and playing with his hair, the music and your sweet humming lulled him to sleep faster than either of you realised.
Your playlist kept shuffling and playing sweet songs like Mahiye Jinna Sohna, Dooron Dooron and Nilami till it landed on Thinking of You by AP Dhillon. You always had a soft spot for this song. Whenever Jason had a long patrol or a mission where he was away from you for long, you could be found replaying this song in wait for him.Â
You picked up your phone and selected to play the song on repeat.Â
You knew he could not understand the weight of the lyrics, but maybe this could be your secret love confession to him. God knows you won't be able to translate and vocalise these feelings in English. But for now, you could sing along to it for him, pretending that you're devoting it to him, because you were.
Soon after you found your eyes drooping, and not before long you were sound asleep. The song still playing in the background, the love of your life on your chest and you, in your own slice of heaven.Â
When Jason woke up it was already 7 p.m and he had to rush to the cave. But not before he noticed the same song playing on repeat. It wasnât odd for you to listen to the same song on repeat for hours, but it was usually when something in that song resonated with you. He looked at the name and smiled. Heâd have to look up what the lyrics meant if he wanted to know why you chose this song. He started getting ready to leave, leaving the song playing.
âBye baby. Iâll be back soon okay" he whispered and kissed your forehead as he was about to leave.Â
Socha Tere Bare Baitha Pani De Kanare(I think about you while sitting by the waterâs edge)
Maithon Mila Door Tu Ae Taan Vi Khaba Vich Kol(Youâre miles away from me, yet you are close in my dreams)
Pani Diyan Chala Vicho, Lokan Diyan Gallan Vicho(Through the splashing of waves,through the chatter of people)
Sunda Na Kujh, Sunde Ne Tere Bol(I hear nothing else, I only hear your words)
Tere Bina Eh Duniya Adhuri Meri(Without you, this world of mine feels incomplete)
Tu Mile Talash Hundi Puri Meri(If I find you, my search feels complete)
Amber De Tareya Kolon, Jo Milda Sariyan Kolon(From the stars in the sky, from everyone i meet)
Puchda Main Pata Tera, Ki Ae Majboori Meri(I ask them about you, is this my helplessness)
Bhulda Na Mainu Jo Dekhaya Si Tainu(I canât forget the moment i first saw you)
Tu Na Mile Te Hojana Aa Main Yaadan Na Khafa(If I donât find you, Iâll become upset with these memories)
Kihda Samjhawan Main Dil To Tainu Chahva Main(how should I make you understand that I love you from my heart)
Jeen Di Bas Meri Tu Hi Ae Wajah(You are the only reason I live)
Hi people. This is my first ever fic so be kind. English is not my first language but hopefully im fluent enough for this fic to be okayis. also lmk if you want a part 2 of the batfam(a.k.a annoying brother dick) catching jason listening to this song with a smile and teasing him about it. byeeeđđđœ
All works will be OC interacting with batfam but with main romantic relationship with Jason Todd (atleast for now). while this is part of one world/ au story?? the sequence will be fucked caus ill write whatever idea comes first, but i'll put them here in order. (fics may not be continuous)
