Shattered Numbers, Chaotic Hearts part two
Jason Todd x fem!reader
summary: Our chaotic and traumatized girl gets called in to help Jason but when she gets their to help she is reunited with the family that she has tried not to think of after she escaped the jokers clutch’s
this was requested by @honey-spellsjk and I am just now getting around to it so I hope this is everything you envisioned in your request
tw: dark humor and fluff maybe a bit of angst
Rain poured over Gotham in heavy sheets, turning the rooftops slick and silver beneath the city lights.
The mission had already gone sideways twice.
Black Mask’s men were moving military-grade weapons through Gotham’s underground routes, multiple gangs were involved, and according to Oracle’s intel there were at least four different drop locations happening simultaneously across the city.
Which meant—
everyone was here in hopes of catching it in action.
Batman. Nightwing. Red Robin. Robin. Red Hood.
Even then it still wasn’t enough.
Bruce stared down at the glowing map projected from Tim’s laptop.
“We’re spread too thin.”
Tim nodded tiredly. “There’s too many entry points.”
Dick crossed his arms. “If they split the shipment we can’t cover every route.”
Damian scoffed. “Then we prioritize the main convoy.”
Jason, meanwhile, looked entirely unbothered leaning against a rusted pipe while cleaning one of his many pistols.
Bruce’s gaze shifted toward him.
“We need another operative.”
Jason slid the magazine back into place with a click.
“I got someone.”
Dick frowned immediately. “…Who.”
Jason shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.”
“That answer makes me significantly MORE worried.”
Jason ignored him and pulled out his phone seemingly texting someone.
Tim narrowed his eyes. “You have backup?”
“I said I got it handled.”
Bruce studied him carefully.
Jason looked far too calm for someone about to bring an unknown person into a mission this dangerous.
Which meant one thing.
He trusted them.
That alone was concerning enough.
Then Damian’s eyes narrowed suddenly.
“…Todd.”
Jason grunted. “What.”
“There is something wrong with your weapons.”
Jason looked over as Damian held up one of his pistols with visible disgust.
Across the black handle was a neon pink smiley face with X eyes.
Blue glitter marker covered the grip.
Another pistol had tiny hearts drawn near the trigger.
One even had PEW PEW!!! scribbled across the side and the barrel had a explosive drawn on it with neon pink glitter with the words “love ya” under it
Jason stared for half a second.
Then barked out a laugh.
Dick immediately sat up straighter.
“Oh my god.”
Jason shook his head while taking the gun back. “She’s unbelievable.”
Tim blinked slowly. “…She?”
Damian looked horrified. “Someone vandalized your firearms.”
Jason inspected another pistol and snorted again.
“Of course she did.”
Dick pointed dramatically. “WHO is she?”
Jason holstered the gun casually.
“My girlfriend.”
Silence.
Complete silence.
Dick looked spiritually devastated.
Tim nearly dropped his laptop.
Bruce blinked once.
Damian looked deeply offended on Jason’s behalf somehow.
“You have a romantic partner?”
Jason looked insulted. “Why is everyone reacting like this.”
“Because you flirt by threatening bodily harm,” Dick answered immediately.
“That is NOT true.”
“You threw a tire iron at me last month.”
“You were annoying me.”
Tim stared at Jason suspiciously. “…Wait. How long have you had a girlfriend?”
Jason shrugged. “Few months.”
Dick grabbed his own head. “YOU KEPT THIS FROM ME?”
“Yes because this reaction is exactly why.”
Before Dick could continue yelling—
a hysterical giggle echoed behind them.
Everyone turned instantly.
You stood near the water tower rocking back and forth on your feet.
Rain soaked through your oversized hoodie, streaks of neon paint splattered across the sleeves. Grenades hung from your belt beside packets of candy shoved into random pockets.
Your eyes flickered across the group nervously.
Jason immediately relaxed.
“There she is.”
Dick froze.
Because he knew you.
Even after all these years.
“…No way.”
Your grin twitched slightly.
“Hi Big Bird.”
Dick’s breath caught instantly.
And suddenly—
he was nineteen again standing in the Batcave while a younger version of you sat cross-legged on the computer desk staring up at him thoughtfully.
“You know what?” you had said suddenly.
Dick laughed. “What?”
You pointed at him seriously. “I’m calling you Big Bird.”
Dick looked horrified. “Absolutely not.”
“You’re tall and dramatic and weirdly nice.”
“That is NOT a reason—”
“And I never had a big brother before,” you interrupted softly. “But I think you’re probably what one feels like.”
Dick remembered the way his chest tightened back then too.
Now years later hearing the nickname again nearly destroyed him.
Because for so long he thought he would never hear your voice again.
Dick crossed the rooftop toward you slowly like sudden movement might make you disappear.
“We thought you were dead.”
Your smile faltered slightly.
“Yeah well statistically speaking that was a reasonable assumption.”
Dick visibly flinched.
You noticed immediately.
“Sorry. Bad joke.”
Before anyone else could move Dick suddenly pulled you into a hug.
And for a second—
your body locked up.
Jason noticed instantly.
So did Bruce.
Like your brain forgot what safety felt like.
Then slowly— carefully—
you relaxed into it.
Dick held onto you tightly like he was afraid to let go again.
“Oh my god,” he whispered. “You’re actually here.”
Your eyes looked suspiciously shiny when he pulled back.
But you smiled anyway.
“Surprise?”
Tim stepped forward next.
You immediately pointed at him.
“Tiny Detective got taller.”
Tim laughed despite himself. “You still call me that?”
“You alphabetized cereal brands once.”
“You helped me do it.”
“And it was efficient.”
Tim’s smile faded slightly as he looked closer at you.
Because now he could see it.
The restless movements. The twitching fingers. The way your eyes darted around too fast like you were constantly tracking something nobody else could see.
Then his eyes landed on the scar burned into your cheek.
The letter J.
Tim’s stomach dropped.
“…Oh.”
Instinctively your hand moved toward the scar before quickly dropping again.
You laughed awkwardly.
“Sooo funny story about that—”
Nobody laughed.
Your grin weakened for half a second.
Then your eyes flicked across the rooftop lazily—
before suddenly snapping back toward Damian.
You froze.
Your eyes widened dramatically.
“…Little gremlin?”
Damian blinked once.
Then you whipped fully toward him like your brain had just caught up.
“Oh my GOD.”
You stared at him up and down rapidly.
“OH MY GOD YOU GOT HUGE.”
Before Damian could react—
you rushed forward and scooped him directly off the ground.
Damian made a noise of pure offense as you spun him around in circles while giggling loudly.
“You were literally THIS tall last time I saw you!”
“This is undignified—”
“I MISSED YOU.”
You squeezed him tighter.
Damian stopped struggling.
Immediately.
Bruce noticed first.
Because Damian tolerated physical affection from almost nobody.
Yet now he simply let you hold him.
Your laughter softened slightly as you buried your face against the top of his head.
“You got so big…”
And suddenly Damian remembered being ten years old sitting alone in the manor after one of his worst arguments with Bruce.
Bruce had called him too angry. Too violent.
Too much.
Damian remembered sitting rigidly on the staircase refusing to cry.
Then you sat beside him quietly.
No lecture. No correction.
Just you.
“You know,” you said after a while, “I think people keep mistaking your anger for badness.”
Damian frowned. “What.”
You shrugged. “You feel things loudly. That’s not evil. That’s human.”
Damian looked away sharply. “Father thinks I am violent.”
You snorted softly. “Well yeah. You ARE violent.”
Damian glared.
Then you smiled gently and pulled him into a hug before he could protest.
“But you’re also smart and loyal and brave and secretly very sweet.” He immediately shoved at your shoulder. “I am NOT sweet.”
“You carried Alfred’s cat around for two hours because you thought she looked sad.”
“That information was confidential.”
You squeezed him tighter anyway.
“You’re perfect exactly how you are, little gremlin.”
Now years later—
Damian quietly gripped the back of your hoodie while you held him.
Like he was afraid if he let go you’d disappear again.
Jason watched the interaction silently from across the rooftop.
His chest hurt.
Because this— this was what Joker stole from all of you.
Years.
Then suddenly your eyes flicked toward the glowing map on Tim’s laptop.
You tilted your head slightly.
“Hm.”
Tim blinked. “What?”
You pointed lazily toward one of the highlighted routes.
“If the convoy splits there’s a seventy-eight percent chance the east route is a decoy.”
Bruce looked over immediately.
“And the real shipment?” he asked carefully.
You tapped another blinking route.
“Underground access tunnels here probably. Less visibility. Better exit probability if things explode.”
The words came out quickly. Automatically.
Like breathing.
Tim stared slightly.
Because years ago—
that was you.
Calm numbers. Probability calculations. Precise logic.
But now—
you suddenly giggled halfway through the sentence.
“Also there’s like… maybe a forty percent chance one of the trucks catches on fire.”
Dick frowned slightly. “Why would it catch on fire?”
You shrugged brightly.
“I dunno maybe because I put something in it.”
Jason sighed heavily, already sounding exhausted.
“What have we talked about.”
Your grin immediately weakened.
You looked down slightly like a child getting caught drawing on the walls.
“…Not to blow things up without reason.”
“Correct.”
You pointed weakly toward the map.
“In my defense I had a reason this time.”
Jason pinched the bridge of his nose while Dick started laughing.
Bruce stared at you quietly.
Because the numbers were still there.
Still deeply woven into the way your brain worked.
But now they came tangled with chaos and destruction and nervous laughter.
Like Joker had taken your carefully ordered mind and shattered it into uneven pieces.
And somehow you rebuilt yourself anyway.
Just differently.
Tim swallowed hard.
Because this wasn’t just trauma anymore.
This was damage.
Living damage.
Bruce finally stepped forward then.
You looked at him last.
Always last.
And suddenly you looked painfully young.
Not chaotic. Not loud.
Just hurt.
Bruce felt guilt slam into him immediately.
Because he remembered searching for you. Searching until there was nothing left to follow.
He remembered your unfinished patrol notes still sitting in the cave.
He remembered realizing Joker had taken another child from him.
Your eyes shimmered slightly.
But the tears never fell.
Bruce’s voice came quieter than usual.
“I looked for you.”
Your laugh came out shaky.
“Gotham’s kinda big.”
The joke didn’t land.
Because underneath it—
they could hear the truth.
You thought nobody found you.
Jason stepped closer beside you immediately.
Close enough that your shoulder bumped his.
Grounding you.
Then suddenly you clapped loudly.
“OKAY!”
Everyone blinked.
You pointed dramatically around the rooftop.
“Emotional crisis is OVER because if I cry right now I WILL become deeply embarrassing.”
Jason snorted instantly.
Your grin came back full force now.
Bright. Chaotic. A little fractured around the edges.
But yours.
You reached into your hoodie pocket dramatically.
“ANYWAY I brought snacks.”
Tim blinked. “…What.”
You dumped an absurd amount of candy across the rooftop gravel.
Damian stared in horror.
“Why do you have gummy worms during a covert operation.”
“Morale.”
Dick started laughing first.
Then Tim.
Even Bruce looked dangerously close to smiling.
Jason just watched you quietly.
Because years ago you used to survive through logic and numbers.
Now you survived through chaos and laughter and pretending your hands didn’t shake sometimes.
But you were still here.
Still fighting.
Still trying.
And as you shoved a juice box aggressively into Damian’s hands while he protested with dignity—
Jason realized something quietly.
For the first time in years—
his family finally had you back.