ngl, I genuinely don't understand how so many Tumblr users believe Alfred to be this all benevolent figure in the batfamily. In almost every cringe fanfic i read about a neglected reader & the bats, Alfred is the only one to care, love, or worry for the reader, which makes no sense at all. Alfred left Bruce once Bruce wasn't a worthy "master" and was forcefully brought back to take care of him, I believe when Bane snapped Bruce's spine. Let's not forget the child soldier-fication of Timothy Drake against a grieving Bruce's wishes and the disgustingly disrespectful shrine for Jason–or the Robin Jason used to be.
Please, I beg of you guys; Alfred is not the kind, understanding grandpa you seem to see him as. In all honesty, making the "excluded bats", such as Duke, Steph, Cass, even Kate, the one place of solace for "us" in these stories makes much more sense than Mr "I was a deadly spy with more blood in his hands than Red Hood himself" over here.
I get that some people simply like Alfred and want to include him in a much more meaningful way in their stories, and I do also know in many official iterations Alfred is shown as a father/father figure to Bruce, but, still, just wanted to remind you all he was a British soldier. Military. Spec Ops.
⋆ . . . robert robertson x tamaranean!reader
based on this request ᢉ𐭩
Robert’s face is covered by a light layer of sweat, his hair clinging stubbornly to his forehead and his eyes slightly glassy with exertion. It’s the sort of sight that might have made your cheeks warm under normal circumstances—if it weren’t for the fact that you’re currently sitting on top of him, knees braced on either side of his hips, the both of you trying to catch your breath.
Ever since rebuilding the Mecha Man suit, he’s insisted on training even more than before. Every day he shows up earlier, stays later, and pushes himself with a determination that borders on stubbornness. You and the rest of the Z Team never really minded; all of you could use the extra practice, and it’s been good to work together. Which is how you ended up sparring with Robert today, while the rest of the team pauses their own exercises to casually watch from the edges of the training room.
Robert manages to put up a surprisingly decent fight, dodging and countering with more confidence than he used to. But eventually (and predictably) he ends up flat on his back with you pinning him down. The moment stretches for a breath before you ease off him with a warm smile, rising to your feet and then offering your hand.
He takes it, his grip still slightly shaky, and you help pull him upright.
“You lasted far longer this time,” you say sweetly, genuinely proud of him.
The words hang in the air for a moment before the meaning behind them, at least the human meaning, hits you. Months with the Z Team have exposed you to more Earth slang and innuendos than you ever expected to learn, and unfortunately, your brain now recognizes exactly how that sounded.
“I meant in training, of course.” You add calmly. “He’s very proficient when we have se—”
You’re abruptly cut off by the sound of Robert hastily blurting your name, practically choking on it, his cheeks and the tips of his ears flushing a vivid red.
You blink at him, still holding his hand, a small smile creeping up on you as the rest of the team snickers behind you.
Robert refuses to look at you for a few seconds, one hand covering part of his face like he can physically hide the embarrassment radiating off of him. His ears are still bright red, practically glowing. Behind you, Prism lets out a theatrical wheeze of laughter.
You tilt your head, stepping a little closer to him, entirely unaware that he’s trying not to pass out. “Robert, are you overheated? Your face is very red. Should we cease the training for today?”
“That’s— that’s not the issue,” Robert mutters, finally lowering his hand but avoiding your eyes. “It’s just… you can’t say things like that in front of everyone.”
“Why not? It is very common within the team.” you ask, genuinely puzzled.
Before Robert can answer, Prism calls from across the room, “Cause he’s a pussy ass bitch!”
Robert groans into his hands again while the rest of the team cackles. You blink at them all, still confused but trying your best to understand Earth’s extremely complicated rules about words and embarrassment around mating.
You step a little closer, lowering your voice so only he can hear. “Robert… I was only saying you are excellent to practice and mate with.”
He peeks up at you through his fingers, a helpless, flustered smile tugging at his mouth. “I know. It’s okay. Just… maybe pick different phrasing next time.”
You nod seriously, committing that to memory like it’s an official Earth rule. “I will learn better phrasing.”
Then, without thinking, you place a gentle hand on his shoulder. “But you truly did last longer today. I am proud of you, perhaps we should get you a reward.”
He lets out a tiny sound that might be a whimper. The team explodes into laughter again.
And for once, you don’t understand what you said wrong, but judging from how red Robert’s face gets, you’re almost certain you did it again.
You're both busy adults, single, and working under the same company. By all accounts, as a coworker in a professional setting, he shouldn't be bothered by the attention you're getting. By one account—Chase's, in fact—he's about to punch someone.
Pairings: Robert Robertson III x gender neutral reader
Reader is entirely gender neutral and lacks any hint of race. Down with the "afab gn reader with long hair and blue eyes and huge breasts" agenda y'all. Reader is a non-superpowered civvie hired to help SDN not be sued for OSHA violations.
Warnings: Sexual content, not entirely explicit. Invisigal bashing lmao. Possessive Robert might be a bit OOC.
Have I ever played or fully watched a Dispatch gameplay? No. Did Robert's miserable white boy demeanor charm me? Definitely.
Mind you, if there was one person supposed to stand by and abide to company rules, aside from star hero Blond Blazer, it should've been Robert
Since he was, you know, the Mecha Man before being tricked into babysitting grown adults
Coming from a heroic background and being compared to all of the walking HR violations around him, he really should be doing everything but what he was currently doing
Ergo, staring a burning hole into the back of Royd's head while the man kept a firm, steady hand on your shoulder
Massive hand, by the way. Just too big. Almost covering most of your upper back with it.
Which meant he got to feel even more of you with a single touch than Robert ever even–
Okay. He was being ridiculous. He fucking knew that.
But ever since you were introduced into the team a couple of months ago, with that charming laid-back smile of yours sending his stupidly easy heart into competitive break dancing, Robert knew he was in trouble
It's not his fault he's lonely. Real fucking lonely. And the only company he cares to keep around him is Beef. And his hand. Because neither of them can hurt his feelings.
And his love life was disaster after disaster, too, that with Invisigal's sexual harassment disguised as teenage romance and the crushing self esteem hit he got whenever he was around Blazer
So forgive him for falling ten feet deep for you the moment you shook his hand, greeted him, and immediately started working on team schematics and better rotation schedules for everyone
Chill, polite but not awkward, clearly well-adjusted, and so mature he felt his pants tighten when you told Blazer in her face the company needed to fix the AC in the break room stat if they didn't want to deal with OSHA knocking down the door when someone passed out from overheating
Oh, and that they had to check, fix, and install high tech, perhaps thermal, CCTV all over the building the second you heard about privacy infringement and harassment stories
Again, sue him, but Robert was weak for competence
The SDN suits weren't all too happy with your presence and you more than once gave Blazer a migraine with the fuck load of paper work you created out of nowhere, going through years of reports, violations, and shit no one cared to actually read within a week or two, but you definitely helped more than anyone had in years
Job satisfaction levels raised in absurd leaps, hero work done more often and easily by the infamous Z-team, and even their Google Reviews got more stars once the outside of the building got a brand new paint job
All done by one scarily competent person with a serious sense of justice and deep knowledge of worker's rights
You get it, now? The reason Robert just can't seem to take his eyes off you?
Not to mention the easy way you talk to him, lacking the snark and thinly veiled hostility certain idiots in his team (cough, Flambae) still used to talk to him
Or the hero worship from cute idiots. Like Herm.
Or the awkward, polite tension on Blazer's tongue from a failed relationship
You were fresh, like taking a deep breath outside as the rainy clouds made way to morning sunlight, and more steady on your feet than he ever felt inside his father's machine
It really didn't help how you actually went through the trouble of getting Beef real emotional support animal paperwork once someone mentioned how he was technically breaking the rules
Even getting him the cutest little vest Robert's seen
Your work ethics blew everyone out of the water, too
You took interest in his team but never overstepped the already formed customs, mentioning he should definitely train another dispatcher to work with his team if he ever needed a break or got caught up with something but not pushing it when he hesitated
Since, they were all freaks but they were his freaks, you know? He didn't want anyone messing up their dynamics by dispatching them to the wrong jobs or sitting on his chair or taking your praise–
Anyway.
It was his job. He, unfortunately, liked his job a lot. So he asked if he could sit on that for a minute before making a choice.
"Well, sure. It's not exactly something you need to do anytime soon but the team already deals with a random dispatcher during your off days. I thought it'd be better to get it out of the way." You shrugged as you handed him a small stack of files of all different dispatchers already working in the company, with notes, skills, qualifications, and cons scribbled all over each of them.
Shit. He saw why Blazer couldn't bring herself to be annoyed by you even though you took a different issue to her every day. You're the wet dream for any corporate leader.
Well, his wet dream for sure.
Fuck. Not the thought for work hours. "I just don't wanna introduce someone new right now when they're finally working so well. What if it breaks their synergy?" He was stalling. In fact, he was bullshitting, too. Just to get you to talk more.
"Synergy? Really?" You raised an eyebrow, clearly not amused with his weak retort, but still making it easy for him. Because you always do. Moving a little closer but never close enough, you tapped the papers he was holding. "Skim through it. No one needs you to make a decision tomorrow but it's good to have options."
What about you? Were you an option? Because if he could have you in his chair, calling out orders, praising someone's skill–
"Why not you? I think you'd be a good sub." Robert asked with a deeper, slower drawl than he intended to use. There's nothing wrong with what he just said, but it's the way he looked at you, deepened his voice, and tilted his head ever so slightly...
On purpose. All on purpose. Maybe not outright conscious of said purpose, but he was clearly brushing something extremely unprofessional. Teasing you in broad daylight in the middle of the office for a reaction. Just because he wanted to.
"Fuck, no. I can't put somebody's life on the line like you can, Robert." You said it with a punched laugh, like you couldn't believe what you just heard but seemingly not catching onto the tease. And the choice of words were just starting to scratch him when you smiled. Relaxed, sweet, and so good looking he could feel his heart land a triple axel on his ribcage. "The stuff you do takes skill and field practice I don't have. I can't download uTorrent without getting a virus, first of all, let alone hack into shit like you do. And I think I'd throw up the moment I have to actually make a decision involving the safety of someone."
Robert stood there, letting your praise wash over him without looking too excited about it. Because he wasn't. And a coworker's praise shouldn't affect him at all, let alone make him stupidly happy.
Except he made sure to swallow every flirty comment disguised as sarcastic joke to ensure you'd keep talking, afraid you'd realize you had more important things to do.
"Dispatching is scary, dude. You're commanding superpowered people into the field, keeping up with all of them all at once, and also taking into consideration property damage versus efficiency with people's lives on the line." You shuddered, all in good nature, and stepped a little closer to gently bump the back of your hand with his forearm. Surprisingly enough, or maybe not, he didn't flinch. "It's hero stuff. Hero business. And I'm definitely not a part of that sector."
"So, you think I'm a hero?" Robert couldn't help but ask, smirk lopsided, clearly begging for a visit to the HR at this point. Instead, he felt his face burn when you smiled back at him, genuine, and nodded.
"Isn't that obvious?" God, what he wouldn't do to kiss those pretty words right out of your mouth. "Anyway, look these over for me, Mr. Hero."
The for me had him obsessing over those papers for the next three days until he eventually settled on an understand but firm substitute. And he was praised by you again. Score.
Maybe Chase was right and he was a huge simp for you
Whatever. He wasn't hurting anyone.
"Yeah, as long as you don't go all crazy on the next person who tries to give your little crush a monthly report." Chase grumbled into his coffee as he watched Robert's eyes trail after you.
But. Whatever. Robert was keeping it cool. He could handle his own feelings like the mature, grown adult he was.
Until, of course, his heart decided you two were already something six months into your addition to the company
And now he was stuck gripping the stupid little carton of choky milk Sonar got him as a joke while glaring a thousand and one needles into Royd's back
You two weren't even flirting. Rationally, he knew that, because you had a file in your hand and a pinched expression on your charming face
Yet Royd's hand was still on your fucking back. Steady, unmoving, like it belonged there
It pissed him off more than he had any right to feel. But you almost never let anyone touch you like that, always keeping at least two steps of distance between all your coworker
Only Robert got lucky enough to press his thigh to yours when sitting down on the couch.
Only Robert could get away with brushing your shoulders together when walking side by side.
Only ever Robert saw fit to brush food crumbs from the corners of your mouth when eating.
And you let him.
You, the number one reporter for All Violations
The person who threatened Visi so hard with the worst type of lawsuit you could find that it actually pulled her head out of her ass and fixed some of her attitude with the team
So Robert felt a little superior to everyone. Smug, even, in a childish way he never allowed himself to be when you'd lean against his touches
Choky milk kept flowing down his fingers, now, dripping all over the plate of cold food–Twinkies™–on the table.
"Dude, gross." Malevola muttered over her own equally disgusting lunch as she watched.
Royd smiled down at you, nodding in understand, and his hand inched a little lower
Barely reaching your waist, mind you
Yet Robert felt something in his snap like an old pencil, sharp and loud
He got up quickly, shaking his hand from the dripping sweet liquid, and swiftly inserted himself between the two of you
Using all his strength to push Royd's hand off of you
Leaning against you, now, he pressed the entire side of his body to yours, from feet to shoulder, and looked over at the paper in your hand
"What are you guys talking about? Sounds complicated." He mused with a gravely tone, the inquiry in his words falling short with the tight smile on his face.
He heard a scoff behind him followed by a quiet "unbelievable". Making a mental note, he'd send Flambae to the next waterpark in need of saving.
Royd backed off easily, the annoyingly cool guy he was, and you threw Robert a confused glance but explained anyway
Business as usual. No dates. Totes pro-fesh.
So no need for any physical touch. Great. Perfect, even.
Robert nodded along with Royd as you ran a finger down the column of words, imagining it could be the back of his neck, scratching lightly at first before you sunk into the sensitive skin of his shoulders–
"So, could you give this to Blazer? I'll need her to review it before we can do anything else." Robert felt his eye twitch at the sound of your voice saying someone else's name and desperately felt the need to be put down
He was in a mood. Woke up with a worse back pain than usual, nothing in his fridge, and a massive you sized hole in his heart
It really didn't help how every single asshole in this building seemed to keen on getting close to you
Malevola goaded you into touching her horns a week ago, biting down on her lip when you gripped them firmly
Prism, the tease, kept trying to get you to use her different lipsticks when Robert was around
Waterboy, as cute as Robert thought he was sometimes, would follow you around like a puppy while you worked
Flambae outright said he thought your hands would feels great around his–
Again, waterparks. Maybe the ocean could work.
Even though, Robert knew he had to do something about his attitude before it got any worse
Maybe get euthanized. So he would stop acting like a possessive dog with someone he witnessed get multiple people fired for incorrect conduct during work hours
You pressed your shoulder back, relaxing into the contact like he was easing a tense muscle, and the greedy little devil he was trying to snuff out inside him puffed its chest full of pride and glee
"Why don't I walk you back to your office if you're done?" Robert muttered, allowing his hand to trail down your shoulder, brushing a path to your elbow, then finding your wrist. He captured it firmly, pulling you towards the hallway
The physical ease he had with you was almost exhilarating, body tuned to each move, sigh, and brush between each of you
"You know, Robert, maybe you should work a little harder to hide your crush on me."
Robert's steps stuttered, hand snapping away from your wrist. He geared up a hundred and one defenses, body curling within himself defensively as he glared at you
He had to deny, to save the unspoken sweetness between the two of you just for himself, protect it like it's something he'll never have again if he messed this up
Deny. Evade. Escape.
Be mean
"Don't pretend you don't like it." Is what he said instead, cheeks tinted pink, tongue curling around the words like he was holding himself back from taking a bite of you
Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second before you were pulling him into a darkened conference room, throwing an anxious look at the door
"Don't use that tone where people can fucking hear you, Robert!"
"What tone?" He pretended, relishing the way you glared and gripped his hands, all of your focus on him
"The I wanna fuck you tone, dude!" You hissed, shushing him desperately when he chuckled in surprised, never before hearing you say something so explicit before. "Do you know people can report you even for shit like presumed intent?"
He didn't. He also just didn't care.
"So, I could get written up for sounding horny? They wouldn't handle a day listening to our team before you got here, then."
Our team.
His and yours.
The sharing of something he held dear to him didn't escape you. But it also didn't help your beat boxing heart.
"Violations, Robert! Keep your damn voice down!"
Feeling insane, a little giddy, and definitely way more secure of his position in your eyes now that he could hear how breathless you sounded, how flustered you looked, Robert stepped forward
"I don't think anyone can hear us. You're the only one who could write me up." Boldly, he pressed his hands on the door, on each sides of your head, loosely caging you against the only exit. "What? Are you going to report me, sweetheart?"
Definitely cringing at that one later
But the way your face twitched, hand immediately seeking his shoulder for balance...
Maybe you liked praise as much as he did?
"I'll definitely report you for being a jealous, touchy ass."
"Maybe I wouldn't be a 'jealous ass' if everyone here knew how to keep their hands to themselves."
"Did you miss the part where I said 'touchy', too?Or are Sonar's scream getting to you?"
"It wasn't me who kept fixing the collar and the buttons of your shirt all week, was it?"
"I fucking knew you were doing it on purpose! Your shit was all messed up, how could I not–?!"
"And it worked like magic. You couldn't stop touching me, could you? Tsk, tsk. Violations."
He leaned in, slowly, because the two of you never went all in without seeking permission first
Your breath shuttered, lungs seizing, and Robert could see the million and one reasons why you shouldn't be doing this go past behind your eyes
Thank fuck you were just as desperate as he was
You nodded, your own hand moving up to his neck, cradling his jaw gently despite the rough stubble scratching your skin
Robert breathed out in relief, able to finally close the distance between the two of you, the tip of his nose dragging along your cheek as his lips kissed a path to yours
"I won't tell if you don't." He whispered a hair's breadth from your mouth. If he licked his lips like he was tempted to do, he'd lick yours too.
Yeah, his zipper was definitely digging into him now.
"Fuck HR." You growled, dumping a pool of heat deep in his belly, and pulled him to you
Robert melted then and there, keening pathetically into your mouth, around your tongue
Like the barely mentally stable man Robert knew he was, you two go for as many rounds as you could possibly stand
Making a mess of the conference room
"I'm not letting Herm touch this room.." You panted, groaning when blunt teeth with sharp canines sunk into your skin
"Don't say his name when I'm inside you."
In all fairness, Robert had been pent up for a long fucking time
He reasoned with himself, it only made sense he kept going until his legs felt like jelly and you could barely speak, especially after months of heavily crushing on you
And if the two of you left that room on shaky legs, both struggling to keep your tattered clothes together...
Well. Robert did a quick job of deleting all footage while you cleaned any evidence
No one would know
Only, of course, Robert didn't really say a word when all of your usual admirers backed off with flushed faces and annoyed grumbles
Surely you didn't need to know about the big, glaring bite mark placed on your nape
It wasn't his fault he couldn't help but stake his claim like a caveman
You've been struggling with school for the past month, in more ways than one, and your parents finally decide to hire a tutor to help you with your exams. Despite your hesitation, Suguru seems to be hell bent on helping you with more than just studying.
Pairings: Platonic tutor!Suguru & Student!Reader
Warning: NOT beta nor proofread! Expect mistakes!
Let's say school is kicking your ass, high school or college, doesn't matter, you are getting your ass kicked anyway
Pulling all-nighters, skipping meals, watching youtube study hacks, you tried it all but only succeeded in making yourself utterly exhausted
Your parents, watching you get more and more desperate and no closer to achieving your academic goal, finally decide to hire a tutor to help you
The tutor? Suguru Geto, of course
At first, you were wary of the handsome guy
C'mon, now, a handsome young man in his early twenties, already busy with college and a side job, just decided to pick up another gig as a private tutor?
No one could be that smart, handsome, and kind
But after the very first day, you were proven wrong
Suguru was unlike anyone you ever met, unlike any teacher you ever had the distaste of knowing
He was patient and understanding, decided that the two of you should talk and get to know each other first before any lessons
Which, although you were a little awkward and shy, helped so much
Getting to know him allowed you to relax and learn a couple of things about the seemingly flawless man
Suguru hates bitter food, likes the smell of flowers though he is allergic to them, and has a best friend with the brightest eyes known to man
That, you doubted, but it was fascinating to watch his eyes soften when he spoke about that friend
Once you two found a good rhythm, you found yourself more comfortable sharing your struggles with him
The subjects you couldn't get, the teachers who never really helped, the exhaustion and anxiety
Suguru, to your surprise, related
He opened up about how he also doesn't get things right away, always has to study for hours on end, and sometimes skipped a couple of meals on accident when he found himself struggling with something
Which helped you relax
To know someone as smart as him also struggles like you allowed the tight coil of shame in your chest unwind slowly
He told you, with a soft gaze and gentle words, that you might just be forcing yourself too hard to understand the entire subject rather than working the small kinks here and there that caused the entire thing to sound nonsensical to your brain
You were skeptical
Of course you here, you'd been studying for weeks without any reward, but Suguru sounded so hopeful and kind that you couldn't help but give in
And so you two started studying for a couple of hours every two days
Now, three weeks later
A couple of days before your not-so-dreaded-anymore exam
You find yourself gliding through the exercises
It makes sense, and every time Suguru smiles at you, ruffling your hair with a proud laugh when you finish yet another paper easily, you feel an all-consuming warmth in your chest
You aren't a fuck up, you're not a failure or dumb
You just needed someone who took time and was patient with you
Suguru didn't force you to study a certain way, he worked with you to find the best way to allow you to understand the problems
And when he found it, he adapted to it
He encouraged you after every correct answer and soothed your worries when you found yourself struggling with anything
Shoulder pats, hair ruffles, his terrible candy
Sometimes, when he found you with red rimmed eyes and eyebags, he'd tell you to lady on your bed, him on your desk, and you two would just talk for an hour until you relaxed
"There's no point forcing yourself to study if your brain is too full of other worries, sweetheart. We can start when you feel better."
Seriously, the guy is the best
Suguru, unlike so many teachers and professors out there, understands that every person's learning experience is unique to them, and made sure to understand how yours worked
He never called you slow or acted frustrated
He would repeat the same explanation ten times over if you needed it
And now, as he praises you once again for effortlessly finishing the exercise sheet he'd prepared, you think you really should ask your parents to hire him as a full-time private tutor
You just hope he will confess to his so called best friend soon
The best friend he talks about every study session
For all his genius, Suguru sure is slow when it comes to romance
BIG BROTHER'S HERE ● Older brother!Suguru & Baby sibling!Reader
You've been having nightmares about monsters lurking in your closet for a couple of days now. Suguru, your older brother, knows something is wrong with you.
Warning: Not proofread. Expect mistakes and edits!
If there's one thing Suguru had always been sure of, is that he knew you
Your parents had you when he was nine, most ten, so innocent and excited to be a big brother
He got to see you when you were just a bundle of hospital cloth, loud whines, and large eyes
No, really, your eyes took half of your face
You were the cutest thing he'd ever seen
From that day on, Suguru had sworn to be the best big brother to ever exist
He'd teach you everything he knew, help you with anything you wanted, and always protect you
Family and friends even called him your "second dad" whenever they saw Suguru putting you to sleep or feeding you or playing with you or...
Yeah, the kid loved being glued to you
Sure, he still had friends and his own interests like any other kid his age
But Suguru would rather be caught dead than to give up chances to spend time with you
He even begged his parents to let him take you outside in your stroller for sunlight and fresh air
It took then a little bit, but they eventually allowed him
Their neighborhood was safe, there were rarely any kidnapping cases around, and they only let him once you were one and he was eleven
As you grew up, Suguru definitely honored his promise by being the closest person to you
Always near, always helping, always nurturing
He knew your favorite type of baby food, the exact warmth you liked it at, the blankets you favored and the toys you never allowed anyone to take
Suguru would take naps with you on his chest, sing you to sleep when you woke up screaming, and play with you until you exhausted yourself
He was always there for you, especially when your parents were busy
So much so, in fact, that your first words weren't mama or papa
It was gu–gu
Yeah, some could say you were just being a baby and babbling, but he knew better
Because you had looked up at him, grabbed his hand with your tiny ones, and said it with a big smile
Don't tell anyone, but he definitely cried while hugging you
You'd eventually be able to say Sugu, then Suguru when you learned to roll your tongue, but Suguru would always hold that memory dear to his heart
And so, years passed quickly
Perhaps too quickly for your big brother, who would always feel his heart ache a little when his baby sibling didn't need help to do basic things anymore
But he was happy, overjoyed, that you grew into a happy and healthy child, always so energetic and ready for any play or challenge
Of course, you two had your disagreements at times, because kids will be kids and Suguru reached puberty when you were four and learning how to be bratty and contrary
However, compared to so many other siblings in the world, Suguru was proud to say you were definitely the closest of siblings
There wasn't a single thing he didn't know about you
That's why, now that you were seven and learning taking a more introverted personality like his own, your big brother immediately knew something was wrong with you once you started getting sleepier throughout the day
Blinking slowly, barely eating, nodding off whenever the two of you watched cartoons
And, now seventeen and keenly aware of so much evil in this world, Suguru immediately sought to fix the problem
The moment Suguru picked you up from school he knew he was going to talk to you about what was happening. It didn't seem to be the kids or teachers in your school, since the moment you walked out and saw him you were smiling and happy like aways, that rush of energy still in you from playing with your friends.
"Suguru!" You called out for him, quickly saying your goodbyes to the kids around you and running towards your tall big brother who stood out in the middle of all the waiting moms. "You're early!"
Suguru picked you up the moment you got close enough, making you squeal and giggle as he settled him on his broad back, smiling softly at how your small hands settled on his shoulders.
"We got let out earlier," He explained and waved a quick polite greeting at your teacher before leaving, beginning the trek back home. "Satoru wanted to go to the arcade but I missed my baby today."
You giggled again, a sound that never failed to make Suguru relax and forget all his troubles, if only for a moment, and rested your head in the crook of his neck. "'Toru is a big baby, not me!"
"Hmm, maybe you're both babies?"
"No, not me, 'Toru," You shook your head and Suguru avoided people walking around easily, being so tall and nimble had its advantages. "I'm getting bigger and bigger, and Toru acts like a child when I do not."
Well, he couldn't argue with that.
Instead, Suguru started asking you about your day like he always did and, like he expected, you couldn't even make it through half of your rant about the teacher taking away the yellow sharpies from everyone before falling asleep on his back, completely out.
Which, that in itself wouldn't be bad, but you used to spend hours after school talking his ears off, drawing, and insisting to watch cartoons. He sighed and moved you to his front, hugging you to his chest protectively, so worried he could feel a headache stab the back of his head.
Suguru was a special grade sorcerer, top of the class, and the most reliable when it came to problem solving skills, but most of all Suguru was the best big brother there is and he was going to fix whatever was wrong with you.
Like he always did.
That day, after you napped for a couple of hours, Suguru sat you down on the couch once he made sure you ate and showered
While he detangled your hair from the mess it had became in School, he started slow
Asking you if there was anything going on these days
If you were having any troubles in school
Maybe a bully or a new interest that was keeping you up?
It took a bit of digging, because Unfortunately, you two were very much alike
Which meant you also hid your anxieties and problems, even if Suguru always ended up finding out anyway
With a couple of deep breaths, you explained why you hadn't been able to sleep these days
Every night for the past week, you were getting nightmares
Nightmares about monsters, hideous creatures that would suck people's happiness then eat them bit by bit
And every time you woke up gasping and afraid, the door to your closet was open the slighest bit
Hesitantly, like you were afraid of being called a liar or made fun of, you told you brother you swore you saw something inside
Watching you. Waiting for something. Hungry.
And Suguru?
Not once did Suguru stop gently brushing your hair, keeping his hands steady and movements soft, which had a calming effect on you
But god, he could feel his body shaking under his skin
Fury threatening to bubble and spill over
Because those vivid nightmares, your exhaustion, the way you always looked so drained each morning...
He knew exactly what that meant and he couldn't possibly be angrier
Instead of scaring you with the face he was doing, Suguru started drying your hair, and once you finished talking, he hugged you close, comforting you
"It's alright, little one, I got you, big brother's got you."
That night, Suguru easily convinced you to have a sleepover in his room, full of your favorite stuffed animals and blankets
And when you were all tuckered out after talking tons and watching your favorite movie, snoring softly under Suguru's heavy covers, the teen left his room quietly
Slowly, he made his way towards yours
Shadows followed his every step, licking at his feet and dancing with each breath he took
The air shifted as he made his way inside, closing your door behind you, like it knew he was there
He pulled the door to your closet open, his movements ghostly as rage made his purple eyes almost glow in the night
The curse inside, a weak, puny thing he hadn't been able to sense, trembled under the taste of his erratic cursed energy
So pathetic and small
Fucking inconsequential
That thing dared to mess with his baby sibling
Make his baby sibling lose sleep as it sucked happiness and energy
So he did it slowly
Ripped it in pieces, bit by bit, until it was but a splatter on the floor
That night, he went back to his room after washing his hands and face, heart beating fast from the hatred coursing through his veins
Suguru lifted the blankets and tucked himself by your side, pulling you gently until he was curled around you
Then, only then, as you slept fitfully in his arms, safe and peaceful, he was able to calm down and relax
He would do better, grow stronger, kill every curse that dared to step food in a 100 mile radious of you
But Suguru knew there needed to be change
Curses had to disappear completely, one way or another
And Suguru would find a way, if not for the safety of his friends, then for yours
what happens when suguru's cute younger sibling, who'd usually talk his ear off and cling to him, suddenly starts to... do their own thing?
Pairings: Platonic Suguru Geto x Younger sibling!Reader
As we know, Suguru is a rather mature teenager
He carries this air of elegance, always putting on a polite smile and spilling pleasantries past his lips like sweetened lies
But we also know that Suguru can be childish around the right people
So it's not a surprise to anyone close to him that when his younger sibling, you, stops following around like a lost puppy, Suguru immediately starts to sulk
You're only three years younger than Suguru, fourteen to his seventeen
You two always had a close relationship, closer than most siblings tend to have
Suguru loves spending time with you, to him, you're easily the funniest kid he knows
It's hard for him to ever calm down completely since he's constantly stressed with the sorcerer world
But every day when he goes home and you're in the living room or in your room, it's like he can finally breathe
Because before Satoru, you were Suguru's only friend
His little mini-me, partner in crime, best friend
You two clicked and moved like one, so in tune with each other he always marveled at how most siblings tend to hate each other
Of course, the two of you do fight sometimes
Over who gets to take a shower first, who ate the leftovers, who gets to watch what on TV
"Did you use my shampoo?"
"The one you keep hiding from me? Yeah."
"You little– That's expensive."
"That's why I used it, Suguru."
You two are siblings after all, what kind of siblings never fight?
But he never felt the kind of animosity and distrust so many brothers and sisters feel around each other, the kind that made them roll their eyes whenever they even got close to their siblings
To Suguru, you're his little sunshine, someone he'll protect until the day he keels over and dies
Not that he'll ever tell you that
(number one rule of siblingship: Never be too touchy-feely)
So imagine his surprise when the little punk who usually follows his every step, always under his elbow, asking him to hang out or help with homework, stays glued to the phone even when he sits in the same room
Like.... what?
You barely greet him, a half hearted "Hey, you're home." falling from your lips without even looking at him, and he's offended and hurt at the same time
You're fourteen, sure
He knows you'd start pulling away from him now that you have more than a couple of friends, more subjects to study, and... uh..
Puberty
But he thought it'd go away after a bit, that you'd go back to being his cute little sibling once you realized he is so much cooler than the kids your age
He'd walk past your open door multiple times a day after coming home, trying to see if you were going to invite him to hang out
He'd make tea with a mouthwatering fragrance, put on your favorite show, talk to your parents about going to a very trendy and fun place you'd surely want to go with
Damn, at some point he'd probably even talk to Satoru on the phone, loudly, because he knows you're curious about the pretty white haired teen who always teases you whenever he sees you around Suguru's home
But even then, nothing
Nothing at all
Suguru feels like he's watching the baby he helped learn how to walk turn into an adult and leave him behind
And as a big brother, he's upset, a little petty, and worst of all;
Sulky
Of course, Satoru and Shoko definitely notice, because although Suguru is quiet, he's not staying in a corner looking out of the window while listening to sad music and reminiscing quiet
And of course, they both make fun of him when he explains the situation
"And here I thought Gojo was the unreasonable one."
"Hahaha! I– I can't believe! You're sulking because the little brat isn't talking to you?!"
"Shut up, Satoru, and don't call my baby sibling a brat."
"Hah! You're such a loser, Suguru!"
Needless to say, when Suguru comes home and you're still glued to your phone in the living room, he's not in the greatest of moods
You barely look up when he drops his bag on the table
"Welcome back, Susu."
And because no one ever made a law saying Suguru can't act like Satoru sometimes, the teen flops on the couch and hugs a pillow, not answering you
That, you notice
Your brother always talks to you when he comes back home, even when he is all banged up from whatever they do at school
The sight that greets you is... something
Embarrassing, endearing, definitely pathetic for your big brother
Suguru is pouting, looking down at the pillow his strangling to his chest, his knees pulled up to make himself smaller
Not that it works, he's built like a bean pole
His shoulders brush yours, because even though he's mad, he still misses his cute– annoying little sibling
"Suguru?"
...
"Mr. Suguruuuu....?"
...
"Hey, what's wrong?"
He turns his face away, his hair slapping your face, and pushes more of his body against yours
Suguru still says nothing, silently letting more and more of his weight to lower on top of you until you're smushed against the couch
Once you're a baby sibling pancake, Suguru finally opens his mouth
"So now you're paying attention to me, huh?"
... Huh?
"Huh?"
Suguru huffs, his hair all over your face, body much bigger and heavier than yours not allowing you to move an inch even though you struggle, and squeezes his pillow
"No, it's fine. Go ahead, ignore your big brother all you want. It's not like I helped mom and dad raise you."
"... Are you kiddi–"
"Yeah, keep your eyes glued to your phone, don't need to talk to me or don't hang out with me– actually, don't even look at me at all, since I'm sure you'd much rather look at your phone."
"You're being such a chil–"
"No, no, by all means! It's not like I miss you or anything."
You sighed with some effort, because Suguru is still on top of you and he's not a lightweight, and thump your head against the soft couch
Sure, you know you've been a little distant from your big brother
But, hey, you're fourteen now!
You have your friends and stuff you wanna do without your brother around
And, really, Suguru is a hypocrite
Ever since he started high school he wouldn't stop talking about the white haired cutie
Which you understood, if only visually because Satoru would often call you pint-sized Suguru
But he also spends time with other people!
"You do know I have other friends."
"So I don't matter to you anymore, is that it?"
"No, I'm just not gonna hang out with you all the time!"
"Well, you haven't been hanging out with me at all."
"Urgh!"
"Yeah, urgh."
God, you really wish more people knew about how pouty and clingy your big bro can get
Maybe they'd stop thinking he was this mature and chill guy
You groan against the couch and your brother presses his back down, pushing the air out of your lungs
"You're so annoying!"
"You used to say you wanted to be just like me when you grew up."
This guy...
You sigh, relaxing and surrendering
You're supposed to meet up your friends this weekend to watch a movie, but two of them can't make it so everyone gave up on it
Might as well use the opportunity
"Fine– I'm sorry, okay? Do– Do you wanna watch a movie this weekend? The one that just came out?"
Suguru stops for a second, letting some of his weight off of you and allowing you to breathe properly
He mutters the name of the movie and you confirm it
"Hmm..."
You can hear the smile on his face and you scoff, the exact same smile pulling at your lips too
"If you promise you'll pay more attention to your neglected older brother, then yeah."
Oh, you so want to take it back
But then again, now that he brought it up, you also miss him
If only a little
Like, a smidge
"Fine, I won't ignore you anymore. Happy?"
Suguru took a moment to answer before turning around to press a loud and gross older brother kiss on the back of your head
Now you have to take a shower
"Very happy."
He sounds smug and satisfied, finally a little more relaxed
He really did miss you so much
You're his baby, okay? Growing up too fast will only give him heartaches
And now Suguru can tell Satoru that you don't hate him
Funnily enough, I've never been too big of a Jason Todd fan. Not because I don't like him, he's a great character, but because DC fails over and over again to give him justice and treat him right.
The number of times alone this boy has been beaten by his adoptive father, betrayed, and forgotten are far too many, far too much.
And the constant portrayal of Jason as this volatile, violent, mindless man is tiresome, lazy in all senses of the word and overdone. I understand that Jason was unstable after he left the pit, I mean, who wouldn't? The trauma of his death alone could've sent anyone crazy, but then to experience everything else afterwards, including having to come to terms that Bruce not only did not kill his murder but also replaced him, leaving Jason to grieve what was once his and what he should've gotten, of course he'd be less than okay.
Again, I'm not the biggest Jason Todd fan but I do wish more people would see just how much good Jason has in his heart, how kind and gentle he can be once his walls are down, when he's no longer constantly analyzing your actions and wondering why would you bother talking to him, getting closer to him.
In my opinion, a man who is so gentle with children, who constantly gives second, third, and fourth chances to people who don't deserve it, who despite it all still wants to make a change and protect the city that failed him, couldn't possibly be anything but the most caring partner. Not just partner, no, also brother and friend.
We all know what he did to Tim and Damian, there are reasons, such as his mental instability at the time and rage, and though those are not excuses, I believe Jason would still drop everything to go save his family. He might complain, he might brood, but family is something important to him even when just looking at them hurts him. He lost his loving mother, stepmother, far too early and it's not hard to imagine that even with all the pain and grief inside his torn heart, the little boy inside Jason still craves the warmth of a family.
Just look at the way he treats his friends, at the way he helps them through situations no one else would, how caring and attentive he is. Jason is gentle, sure, he is rough and mean and he's got blood on his hands, but Jason is made of love.
Jason was made to be loved.
So I think, whether platonic or romantically, Jason would treat you so well. He'd scold you for not wearing warm clothes during winter, "We're in Gotham, you fucking moron, you wanna freeze to death?", all while wrapping you with his jacket or scarf. He'd make sure you're eating at least something every day, and if not, he would immediately put you under his arm, maybe over his shoulder, and take you to the nearest food chain he could find, "I don't want to hear you complaining about headaches when all you had today was a cup of coffee and gum.".
Lord, he'd be torn between freaking out and being extremely annoyed that you got hurt, be it at work, a fight, or just out of clumsiness. But no matter what, his hands would always be so, so gentle when touching you. The tip of his fingers brushing under the injury, as light as a breeze, his other hand holding the back of your neck, or your bicep, perhaps even your hand just to make sure you're there, with him.
Jason would both hush you gently, "I know, sweetheart, we're almost done.", and also tease because he's a little shit at heart, "If you had a little more awareness than a ten year old this wouldn't have happened, idiot."
And physical touches? Oh, love, Jason is a sucker for intimacy.
I know for a fact he wouldn't be comfortable for a long time with anyone in his personal space due to the torture he went through. The trauma would make his skin crawl any time someone got too close or brushed past him, he'd hate it so much because it makes him weak but also because he can't let anyone try to hug him without feeling sick to his stomach.
And with you it's no different. It would take a long time, a lot of trust being built up, conflict and confessions, maybe he'd even open up to you with his head on your lap as you brushed his hair softly, a big, big step for him after years of not letting anyone close. He'd tell you about the Joker, about having hope in Bruce, about his biological mother. And he'd feel vulnerable like a child when you wipe his tears gently without a word.
Once he starts craving your touch, though, regardless if you two have a platonic or romantic relationship, Jason is putty in your hands. Forehead kisses when you part ways, cuddling on the couch while he reads and you're on your phone, thighs touching when sitting close, even a little bit of hand holding when he's stressed and needs to play with your fingers.
He's like a big cat that's constantly making his way onto your chest, stealing your breath and making biscuits on your skin, making sure you're giving him sufficient pats every day.
It's a little part of him that he's barely able to properly allow space for. There's still so much hurt in Jason, so much confusion and desperation, hatred and upset, that he'd probably still close off sometimes, try acting tough so you'd see how fucked up he is, how he's not truly worth of your love.
And yet.
And yet all it'd take for him to go soft and pliant in your hands would be a single touch, cupping his cheeks, brushing his skin softly with your thumbs, right under his pretty emerald eyes, making sure his gaze is on you and only you. Just like that, he'd slump his shoulders and bring you into his arms, breathing a sigh of relief and squeezing you close, your heartbeats synching.
He wouldn't remember when he started feeling safest in your arms but it'd feel like it was since forever. Like there was no one else but you.
Jason was made to be loved, though he is a little broken and a little tainted, lost like a child and hateful like a sinner, your love might just be his salvation, something he's greedy for, selfish for, even when he's so hesitant of somehow hurting you.
Babies shouldn't grow up ☆ Jason Todd & GN!Reader (PT.6 FINAL)
What does Jason do after he secures his spot as your number one person and you slowly but surely grow up into an independent teen..? Wait, stop, you're not supposed to do that. You're his baby. [PART ONE ♤ PART TWO ♤ PART THREE ♤ PART FOUR ♤ PART FIVE ♤ PART SIX]
Okay, let's be honest here, Jason would hate how fast time flies
As busy as he'd be splitting his life between vigilante work and fatherhood, taking down crazy new villains, attending to your school events, catching up with his friends, going on family vacations, Jason would 100% still notice how fast you were growing
By the way he'd have to often buy you new clothes because of your growth spurt
And how the current mark on the wall where he measured your height was inches apart from the first one he made
You were spending more time with your friends, the things you were getting interested in made no sense to him, and you wouldn't go to him to take care of your hair as much as you used to
It fucking terrified Jason
He hated it, so much
While he was proud and absolutely thrilled that you were independent, confident, and a hell of a charmer, he also wanted his baby back
The little brat who barely came up to his elbows
The one who'd cling to his legs whenever he told you to clean your room and would get dragged around
Hell, he really missed how you'd fit so easily in his arms as he carried you around
You still fit, he was a big guy after all, but for you it'd be a bit embarrassing for your dad to carry you around like that
Teenagers and embarrassment, am I right?
Now in his late twenties and over all that anger inside him, Jason would probably whine about it to his family
"I mean, how can someone grow so fast? It makes no fucking sense!"
"Jason, it's been five years, kids grow."
"Thanks Captain Obvious, but mine shouldn't!"
"What? You wanted the kid to be eleven forever?"
"..."
"Jay..."
"Shut the fuck up."
Somehow, being so lonely and melancholic over watching you sprout and bloom, Jason would even end up bonding a little with Bruce
Think about it, at this point Bruce would already be in his sixties or something, so Cass would've taken over the mantle by then
I'd imagine he'd still work as intelligence for the League but with Cass as the Hero of Gotham and Tim as the CEO of Wayne Industries, the old bat would have a lot of time in his hands
Which he'd spend around his family and grandkid
And when Bruce noticed Jason's pouty and broody demeanor when you were texting a friend, he couldn't help but laugh
"Now you know how I feel."
"It's different. It's going too fast."
"Son, I watched all of you leave the manor in less than fifteen years, it's always too fast."
Begrudgingly, Jason listened to Bruce's advice, that same old anxiety rising up in his chest, leaving him vulnerable and restless
"The best thing you can do is talk to your kid. I learned it the hard way with all of you and I know things would've been different if I had reached out sooner."
Jason couldn't deny that, even if the look in his old man's face did make his chest hurt a little
It's not like he hadn't thought about it, to be honest, you two always had a very open and communicative relationship
That was the exact reason why you two trusted each other implicitly and barely ever had any fights
But he was scared, downright terrified that you would confirm his fears
Just imagining you saying "I'm fifteen, dad, of course I'm not gonna hang out as much with you anymore." already broke his heart
So after whining a little to anyone near him and almost getting stabbed by Damian for "being such a clueless moron", Jason decided to put his big, grown ass adult pants and talk to you
It would be during a late afternoon, when the sun is setting and you had decided to make dinner tonight while Jason set the table
He'd run his hand through his hair once, then twice, maybe even thrice, and ask without looking at you
"Are you embarrassed of me?"
You'd almost burn yourself by whipping your head so hard Jason thought you'd snap your neck
"What?"
Ok, so they were doing this
Cool. Cool cool cool.
It was now or never
"You've been spending a lot of time away, always on your phone, we– uh, we haven't matched or hung out in a while either so– I get it, kid, I know you wouldn't want to–"
"Wait, stop, are you serious?"
Uh, oh, you were using the same tone as Damian
Like you thought he was the dumbest being to walk on earth
Damn that little demon for corrupting you
"I was just wondering, okay? I understand if–"
"No– dad, what? I thought you were busy!"
"What?"
Let's rewind a bit
You'd always been pretty attached to Jason, always glued to his hip, mimicking his mannerisms and speech
Steph even called you "mini Red Hood" when you started to unconsciously copy the way your old man dressed and his slangs
It was terribly cute for everyone
And you were proud of it! You were!
Jason was your hero, your favorite person, your dad
You wanted to be like him and you weren't ashamed of it, not even when Damian tried making fun of you
Because he was a dirty Batman wannabe and nobody liked those
He was your best friend and confidant, the one adult you'd trust fully without questions, always by his side and supporting him through everything
Except for that one time playing monopoly but that was Cass's influence
You owned Red Hood merch, you liked spending weekends and holidays with him, you matched your tastes and likes to everything Jason liked because it was Jason and you wanted to be closer to him
Birthdays could end up being just the two of you and you'd still be thrilled to have your dad around (even if the other bats would never allow such sad little party)
You had around nine years of experience with shitty adults, so excuse you for being overjoyed that your real dad was someone worth loving fully and irrevocably
But everything changed when you turned fourteen and the kids in your class started acting... weird
"Urgh, my mom is so embarrassing."
"My dad keeps calling me little princess even though I told him to stop!"
"Why are parents so cringe."
Apparently, disliking your parents made you cool in middle school
But that's not what changed things
It was when your friends laughed at you for talking so much about Jason, asking you if your old man even had time to do other things when you kept clinging to him
Which... you had never thought about
In all honesty, being around your dad was so natural at that point, always in his field of vision, relating random things to him, texting one word messages just to check in, that you hadn't realized you've might have been hogging his attention too much
Some unease and insecurities wormed their way inside your vulnerable teen heart and you convinced yourself you had been taking too much of your father's time
You couldn't even remember the last time he hung out with his best friend
What if he became sick of you?
What if he was already annoyed?
That terrified you, it truly did
Long story short, you forced yourself to change a little, keeping a bit more distance, not being as needy or clingy
You even started doing your hair by yourself, which sucked so much ass
You never realized how much thought and care your dad put in taking care of you
It made you miss him even more, but you wanted to be a good kid and let your dad have some freedom
He was still in his 20s after all!
And with him a bit more involved with his vigilante side of life, going to the manor more often, and the rise in criminal activity, you had assumed he was busy being an adult
Which, eurgh, you missed him so bad
But you were being a good child!
So much for that
By the time you finished explaining your side of things, after the two of you stared at each other for long moments, Jason was left with his head in his hands
He made a noise akin to a deflating balloon, his shoulders slumping
Good god, the two of you were embarrassing
He loved you
So fucking much
Jason thought his heart would explode
He could've been a little upset that you didn't just... talk to him but then again, he also didn't talk to you
Like father, like kid
"You're so stupid!"
Your laughter warmed his heart as he grabbed you by the shoulders and wrapped you in a bear hug, squeezing you tightly
Yep, you still fit perfectly in his arms
"Says the one who listened to the words of fourteen year olds!"
"I was also fourteen!"
Even though you two bickered and grumbled, his sigh of relief in your hair was very telling
And so was the way you clung to him tightly
God, he had missed his kiddo so much
"Never do that to me again, okay? Babies shouldn't grow so fast."
"I'm fifteen, dad."
"And you're also cute and short, so you're still my baby."
"Everyone is short when you're six foot."
"Thank the pit for that."
"I don't think I will, actually."
That night, after the two of you ate your somewhat burnt dinner, Jason carried you to the couch despite your whining and cuddled you as you picked your movie of choice
You did grow, currently in that awkward teen phase with growing pains and longer limbs, but the way you tucked your head beneath his chin was still the same
The way you looked at him, eyes filled with happiness and adoration, was still the same
Your laugh and sharp words, how you still reacted the same way to certain scenes, your mannerisms, attitude, innocence
Sure, you were growing wonderfully
And you definitely mirrored him a lot more than you knew
But Jason had been a fool for thinking you were changing
You were still his baby, the mean kid with a soft heart, rough past, and dirty mouth he grew to love so much he didn't know what to do with himself
And to know that distance between you two had been manipulated and not purposeful ripped his anxiety right out of his chest
You wanted to be by his side just as much
You loved him just as much
And he couldn't ask for more
"You will let me do your hair tomorrow though, you fucking suck at it."
Babies shouldn't grow up ☆ Jason Todd & GN!Reader (PT.5)
What does Jason do after he tries his best and fails spectacularly to keep his nosy family away from his kid? Make sure he is still your favorite when everyone starts spoiling you rotten, of course. [PART ONE ♤ PART TWO ♤ PART THREE ♤ PART FOUR ♤ PART FIVE ♤ PART SIX]
When everything was said and done, Jason explaining why he didn't want to expose you to more dangers by introducing you but also the reason why he felt compelled to be honest with you about their identities, the bats soon started to try and bond with you
Dick was the first one, as always, and introduced himself as "little wing's one and only older brother"
You giggled when Jason groaned at that, embarrassed, and Dick took that as a win
Dick's older bro charms 1 - Bruce's gloomy dad stare 0
After getting called out by you so directly and plainly, Bruce had been awfully quiet as everyone interacted with you
It wasn't every day he got called out for the worst mistakes he comitted
But he also was still reeling at the fact that he was a damn grandfather
Steph cooed at how small you were, pointing out how even Damian was taller
Which, in Jason's opinion, was totally unfair since you were only eleven while Damian was thirteen, going on fourteen, and had been trained for along time
Also, excuse him, only he could tease you
Dick would be asking Jason one and a million questions about how he'd been taking care of you, your education, health, etc
"Of course I– You think I wouldn't send my kid to school, Grayson?"
His kid, they thought, part giddy part dumbfounded
"Woah, woah, I'm just asking! Technically you're legally dead and the little angel over here doesn't exactly look like you."
Wow, for some reason that really pissed Jason off
He tucked you under his chin, squeezing you gently as you rested your head on his collarbone
"I signed the papers. I'm not fucking dumb, Dick, I've been the legal guardian for about a year now."
At that, Steph stopped trying to take pictures of you with her eyes alone and quirked one of her eyebrows
"Legally?"
"... For the most part."
No one said anything at that, it's not like any of them really followed the law, especially not the old man behind them
You huffed in amusement at that, making Dick and Steph's hearts warm up
Damn, not even an hour into meeting you and they were already feeling those fuzzy, soft feelings in their chests
Needless to say, it wasn't a casual evening but it wasn't what Jason had been dreading, not at all
There was no screaming about him being reckless, no one tried to take you away from him, Bruce didn't even say much
Damian was still a brat and tried to pick on you, judgy little shit, only to get the nastiest clapback that made Dick choke on his spit
They all knew he was just feeling jealous, like every kid feels when a younger, cuter child shows up in the family
Boohoo, Jason thought as he watched fondly as you and Damian bickered, the demon brat was never as cute as my kid
Bruce, despite his melancholic gaze and awkward nature, managed to talk a bit to the both of you
He'd tell Jason that if you ever needed anything, to just use his credit card, no questions asked
Bruce would always be a call away and with Cass slowly taking over the mantle, he had a bit more time in his hands when the League didn't need him
He'd support the both of you to hell and back, his own way of repenting, and all he asked in return was...
For Jason to visit more
Because he was still upset about not having all of his kids home for Christmas
And bring you with him
it was high time you met everyone and became an official member of the family, he already knew exactly where your portrait would go
And despite his hesitance, you wanted to be a part of Jason's entire life, not just a hidden piece
Jason could never say no when you did a terrible impression of puppy dog eyes
So this is how it started; the start of the bats spoiling the hell out of you
After a couple of dinners together, lunch, and a tour around the manor and the batcave, seeing all of their old and new suits, ("Tell me you didnt actually wear this." "Shut it, I was a child." "I'm a child and I'd rather die than ever touch this."), with you glued to Jason's side always, packages started showing up at the doorstep
At first it'd be cute and silly things like a plush of the newest Pokémon and matching scarves for the incoming winter
Maybe even their own merch, because they're all losers deep inside
Then it was Bruce taking over any kind of expenses you and Jason had because, in his words, he wanted Jason to focus on raising you instead of worrying about rent
–Not like he wasn't already using Bruce's money to pay for everything
But he still felt begrudgingly soft at having his dad care for him and his kiddo like that, though he'd never admit it–
And then Babs and Tim upgrading the cyber security all around your block in the chance of a villain attack or any creeps following you home
From Duke and Cass asking Jason to spend time with you for some bonding time to your entire wardrobe turning into designer and your school materials updated by Wayne tech
Fuck, you even had terribly expensive yet thoughtful action figurines from your and Damian's favorite animated shows
The brat tried to hate you for ripping everyone's attention away from him, for making Bruce and Dick all... gooey, but it was hard when you had Todd's knowing eyes and a developing charm that always cracked a smile out of him
Infuriating, like father like kid
But... he liked you, quite a lot
And, throughout it all, Jason was panicking bad
Look, Jason Todd was always a jealous person by nature
He never liked his things touched, never liked sharing his interests in case someone also got interested in it, and he was particularly possessive with the few romantic partners he had
So when your attention was suddenly split among all of his family, Jason felt a little upset
It's like when a cat that usually only likes you allows other people pet it
Jason didn't quite feel betrayed but... that childish fear of not being your favorite person was very real in his head
So he upped his game
Whenever any member of his family gave you a gift, he'd get something better the next day
If they took you to a cool place, say an arcade or the mall to hang out and get to know you better
Jason was already booking tickets to go to Universal and taking you out for nightly motorcycle rides
Damian was insisting on watching the new season of your favorite show?
Next weekend he'd have prepared the living room to look like a cinema, with snacks and popcorn, for a movie marathon
Babs and Steph got you interested in makeup?
Regardless of gender identity, you know Jason would watchevery YouTube tutorial known to man about makeup so you won't have to ask the girls about it
Bruce would grow all fond of you once you got past, but did not forgive nor forget, the things he's done to Jason and started interacting more with him
So once he's talking about how he learned multiple different languages growing up, during one of the monthly family dinners, Jason would already be Googling how to learn another language fast
And god forbid Dick messed with your hair
He was not above picking a fight with Nightwing for ruining the hairstyle he spent hours doing for you
Look, Jason wouldn't be as petty as to keep you away from his family
No, in the contrary, he really, really loved watching you be coddled and loved by some of the most powerful people on earth
Getting the childhood he had so desperately wanted
It allowed that restless part of his soul to settle knowing you had them looking out for you, always
But Jason also would always want to be your number one
Your favorite person
Your hero
You dad
Yeah, he could admit it now without fear, he's definitely your old man
How could he not be when he's cutting apples for your school snack and making sure you go to bed before nine?
Never mind his age, Jason even bought a grill so you two could barbecue on the rooftop, there's no other more dad move than that
So, after a few months of this real life sitcom, when you were both on the couch watching Pride & Prejudice (Jason's choice tonight), all cuddled up and cozy
You'd rest your head on his shoulder and sigh happily
"You don't need to do all this, you know?"
"Hm? Do what, kiddo?"
"Trying to one up everyone. It's funny and I'm not exactly opposed to being spoiled as hell–"
"You're such a brat."
"Shut up– but you'll always be my favorite, you know that, dad."
Oh.
Oh.
Ok. Wow. He was tearing up.
"Oh, fuck off, don't do this to me."
His voice would be a little wobbly as he hid his face in your hair, squeezing you gently in his arms
And you'd giggle and hug him tighter too, your face warming up nervously but no longer afraid of muttering that one little word that had been stuck in your throat for so long
You two were so, so similar in that regard, afraid of overstepping despite the bubbling emotions inside you, the overflowing love threatening to spill out
So much faith and trust, devotion, care, and adoration
And all it took was one sentence to make it all better
"I still wanna go to the convention next week, though."
And Jason would laugh, teary and almost breathless, and press a kiss to your forehead, feeling happier than he's ever felt
"Yeah, okay, you nerd."
Wonder who you got it from
That night solidified it for him, calming his anxieties and petty jealousy
Babies shouldn't grow up ☆ Jason Todd & GN!Reader (PT.4)
What does Jason do as he raises his kid lovingly like he wished he'd been raised? Try his best and fail spectacularly to keep his nosy family away, of course. [PART ONE ♤ PART TWO ♤ PART THREE ♤ PART FOUR ♤ PART FIVE ♤ PART SIX]
Pairings: Platonic Jason Todd & Child GN!Reader / Batfamily & Jason Todd
After about a year and quite a few months, maybe around the second christmas Jason spent with you, Jason became antsy
The problem wasn't with you two, no
You were his angel and almost never caused him any trouble, even if he'd always call you brat and squirt
The problem was Bruce and Dick and his entire nosy ass family trying to find out why hadn't he come home for christmas a second year in a row
Not only that, he also had cut back on many other activities he'd usually do with friends or his family
Like taking over patrol shifts for others, hanging out with Roy, visiting the manor to see Ace and Alfred, and gossiping with Babs
C'mon, you know he's totally the type to think his kid is so much better than everyone
You're his damn best friend, his confidant, the person he trusts most in the world and would die for in a blink
So Jason wouldn't even notice he was neglecting every other person in his life until they started blowing up his phone and trying to break into his apartment
Like the fucking demon brat did
Damian tried, at three in the morning, with his katana and everything
His excuse? He was tired of everyone talking about why Jason was growing distant and decided to solve the mystery by infringing his privacy
Jason's excuse to grabbing him by the collar and throwing him out of he window before he could take another step inside? You had classes that day
And children are supposed to sleep a lot to grow
He thought that'd be the end of it, after properly threatening every single one of them into staying the fuck away from his home
but then again, Jason should've never put faith in people who are nosy for a living
So he started having to hide you during the day when the two of you hung out
Jason took you to Bat Burger after a rough day at school? Dick conventionally shows up minutes later! And you hide under the table
Jason and you were taking a morning walk to start the day? Surprise! Cass is suddenly coming your way. And you're jumping into a bush (he helped you take the twigs out of your hair later but laughed the entire time)
You finally convinced Jason to watch the latest superhero movie that just came out? Ho, boy! Look, Duke just so happened to also have been wanting to see it! Aaand you have to pee real bad
For you it's like a game, never let the Waynes catch you
The rewards are many; head pats, Jason's laughter, a hardcover book that you had been eyeing
The consequences of failing...?
That was the scary part for Jason
He'd spend nights thinking about it after tucking you in bed
Would they take you away? Would they think he's abusing you? Would they be disappointed in him for thinking he could be anything else but a disappointment?
Irrational and emotional, those thoughts were, but you were the life of Jason's life
Fuck, you're the one person he hadn't let down yet
The one person he didn't disappoint or hurt
You thrived every day, growing up and putting on weight, learning more every moment because you had a thirst for knowledge just like him
God, every time you looked at him like he was your whole world
Like he was your damn hero
It gave his life a little more meaning
He wanted to keep you safe, watch you grow into a beautiful person, better than he could ever hope to be
But he also wanted you to stay being his
His kid
Not taken away by protective services or recruited into Bruce's little army of children
So imagine how his stomach dropped when during one fateful night, as he helped you with your haircare routine
–Jason sitting on the couch and you between his legs on the floor, your back to him–
his door opened up, was picked open, and a good portion of his family (Dick, Damian, Stepth, and Bruce) waltzed in like they fucking owned the place
There was no way to hide, both of you caught off guard
"Jason! Games' over, buddy, we're here now–"
"Is– Is that a child?"
"What the fuck."
Jason was torn between taking them on on a 4v1 or pulling you in his arms and jumping out of the window
You chose for him, quickly climbing on the couch and hiding away under his arm, almost completely covered by his bulky form
You're not a coward but you're also not good with people like you are with Jason
You also don't exactly like the big bat after everything he did to your da–
To Jason
"Tell me you didn't kidnap a child, Jay."
"No, Steph, I didn't fucking kidnap anyone–"
"Is this why you didn't let me in? I expected better from you, Todd."
"You fucking brat– Can you just leave–"
"No, no, hang on, am I an uncle? Oh, my god, am I? Holy shit, I am!"
"You're not a fucking uncl–"
"Jason, explain."
And oh, how that terrified Jason
He hated the way Bruce was staring at you, like you were a puzzle, something he needed to figure out before he could ultimately collect
It almost made Jason snarl like a wounded dog
You were his kid, god damn it, and Jason would be damned if he let Bruce take you
So he swallowed his fear and clenched his trembling hands and made everyone sit down before he explained
He asked you if you wanted to go to your room, just in case you didn't feel comfortable around them, but you shook your head
"I don't wanna leave you alone."
"...Okay, okay, squirt, what you say goes."
None of them missed the way Jason easily wrapped his arm around you, tucking you close, and how you hid you face partially in his shoulder, glancing at them with one eye
And so, he began telling his tale
Interrupted only a few times because Dick couldn't shut the fuck up to save his life and Damian thinks being insufferable is a good personality trait, Jason finally let the cat out of the bag after about two years of keeping it hidden
"Why didn't you come to us? We could've helped."
"Helped? Bruce, look at the demon spawn, he sleeps with a knife under his pillow and he's, what? Thirteen? This kid here sleeps with a Garfield plushy, like children should."
At that, you slapped his shoulder (it still didn't hurt) and all Jason did was chuckle and kiss your forehead
It was jarring for all of them to see such a soft version of their most volatile family member
In fact, they could now see how the entire apartment had changed
No longer was it a... mojo dojo casa house of sorts, but a cozy and welcoming environment
Shit, the fridge even had cute magnets on it to hold all of your drawings
Frames with pictures of you two were placed everywhere, along with your awards from school and his own additions like a couple of plants and vinyls on the walls
It stung a little to know he'd kept a whole child away from them for so long, to know he didn't trust them enough
It especially hurt Bruce, since technically this was his first grandchild
All in all, everyone eventually fell silent, one fuming, some curious, and others brooding
Until you broke it by finally speaking, tilting your head until you were looking directly into Batman's glowing eyes
"I don't care if you're Batman or Bruce Wayne, if you hurt Jason again, I'll kill you myself."
To say Jason was proud was putting it mildly
He was so ecstatic he could make that day a national holiday
Jason ignored the rest of his family freaking out about how you knew Batman's identity and hugged you close, squeezing you gently
Babies shouldn't grow up ☆ Jason Todd & GN!Reader (PT.3)
What does Jason do after feeding and giving a home to the brat he stole from the slums of Gotham? Raise the kid lovingly like he wished he'd been raised, of course. [PART ONE ♤ PART TWO ♤ PART THREE ♤ PART FOUR ♤ PART FIVE ♤ PART SIX]
Pairings: Platonic Jason Todd & Child GN!Reader
In the beginning, living together wasn't very smooth
Despite your shared pasts, the immediate fondness from Jason, your eagerness for affection and love, you two were still very much strangers
You were hesitant and skittish, often sticking to the guest room Jason said it was yours, since for your entire life you mostly lived by yourself
Jason didn't actually know how to deal with a vulnerable and traumatized child, he wasn't Dick, he didn't have an innate charm that allowed you to be drawn to him easily
But that didn't stop him from trying
Every day, Jason made sure to get you out of your room to eat
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Eating was non-negotiable, even if you were used to only a bite or two a day, he wanted you to eat what you could
You felt sick for the first few days, your body unused to so much water and nutrients, causing it to think something was wrong
Jason almost went insane with worry, rubbing your back, carrying you around, and even refusing to go out when you told him you were fine
From your vomiting, you were anything but
Despite his fear and anxiety, Jason sat down to google all your symptoms and treatments when you finally fell asleep after throwing up again
Pushing the multiple deadly diseases and cancers aside, he learned that your body was just a little overwhelmed and all you two had to do was increase your meals little by little instead of shoving food down your throat
Though he still insisted on you drinking at least five cups of water every day
Then, maybe a week or two later once you two were a little more comfortable around each other
You not feeling like a bother anymore and Jason not eating himself with anxiety
The two of you started spend more time together
Jason cut some of his vigilante work, told Bruce to fuck off when he was questioned, and made sure to take you out to buy a year's worth of clothing using the old man's credit card
You started clinging a bit to him, asking him to teach you how to read and write, seeking validation when you managed to understand a whole page without needing help, asking about his life and past
And Jason always made sure to be honest with you, about the good and the bad because he wanted you to trust him
From experience, he knew that keeping things from you would only cause problems down the line
He'd tell you about his days in the slums while preparing a meal, you at his hip helping him put things in the pot
He'd talk about being a Robin with both fondness and bitterness while he helped with your hair, having done so much research to make sure he treated your type of hair correctly
He'd confess about what happened with the Joker, keeping it slightly less gory than it was
About his mother and Batman
About his death, hell, the pit, the after
He'd tell you everything as the days went on
And you'd sit by his side, cuddling with him, hugging him close when his voice trembled
Jason's hold would often tighten around you when he talked about something that made him sick to his stomach
Especially when it was a story about almost losing someone
Like he thought you'd disappear even in his arms
Like that, the trust between the two of you only grew as weeks turned into months and soon enough those months turned into a year
Jason had returned to his normal patrol hours once you were finally caught up with your studies and managed to put you in middle school
You were so damn excited and Jason knew exactly why
For a kid who was deprived of seemingly boring things since forever, school is a place filled with knowledge and wonder
The very first thing you did when you got home was show him a drawing of your hero the art teacher asked your class to make
Jason cried when he saw a poorly sketched version of Red Hood
He put it up in the fridge after printing it twice
You two definitely started matching, by the way
Jackets, shirts, shorts, hats, even phone cases
Jason never thought he'd be so lame as to buy stuff like that but once the two of you wore the exact same ugly christmas sweater, it was over for him
It was a little embarrassing, especially for you
But when you two went out with the same jackets and an elderly couple complimented the father and kiddo duo, you couldn't help but love it too
It was jarring for Jason, for sure
He didn't really consider himself your father, maybe your guardian or your older brother, but... it wasn't too bad
No, in fact, he kind of liked it
You are his kid
God, the restaurant dates
He'd take you to every food place in Gotham
From the ones that made you two throw up for the entire weekend
To the ones that made Bruce call him after spending eight hundred dollars on golden lobsters
It would be no surprise if you ended up liking burgers the most though
Like kid, like father
If you had any problem in school, Jason wouldn't try to hide away
He got himself a fake identity for the sole purpose of making himself your guardian through more than illegal terms
Doesn't even matter if he was in the middle of a meeting with other rogues, heroes or even his family
Jason would drop everything for you
Especially when you punched the fuck out of little Timmy for saying something bigoted
The dean and the teacher would probably try to make him scold you, telling the two of to you that this violent behavior is unacceptable and should not be rewarded
And Jason would look at them, at little Timmy's infuriated mother, and tell them that if Timmy didn't want to get his shit rocked, he should've kept his mouth shut
Of course, he also threatened them saying he'd let all of Gotham know that they protected and encouraged bigoted behavior from ten year olds
Needless to say, little Timmy didn't bother you after that day
And you also got ice cream after getting a two day suspension
"Did he make a noise?"
"Squealed like a fucking pig."
"That's my fucking kid."
Jason wouldn't let you act spoiled
Sure, he'd spoil you rotten, give you everything he wanted as a kid and what you want
But he knows the important of humility
That doesn't mean he'll let anyone ever try to bully you, though
Babies shouldn't grow up ☆ Jason Todd & GN!Reader (PT.2)
What does Jason do after stealing a kid from Gotham's slums? Feed and give the little brat a home, of course. [PART ONE ♤ PART TWO ♤ PART THREE ♤ PART FOUR ♤ PART FIVE ♤ PART SIX]
pairings: Platonic Jason Todd & Child GN!Reader
To be completely honest, when Jason reached his apartment, he was panicking a little
The drive had been enough to clear his mind and he realized how impulsive he'd been
He is a damn vigilante, one with a hell of a reputation, and who's always messing with the baddest assholes of this city
Fuck, he's got guns and explosives in his house
But even with all the panic and rationality, Jason wasn't going to abandon you somewhere else
Orphanages were great places for villains to hit, the foster system might as well have been created by the joker, and no way in hell was he going to drop you at Bruce's
Anything but that
So he sucked it up and focused on your small voice full of wonder as you two drove through the city
"I didn't know there was so many tall buildings in Gotham!"
"That church is huge!"
"Holy shit is that a theater?! I only saw them in movies!"
At a certain point he was close to biting his fists in pure cuteness aggression
He knew exactly what you were feeling, could even picture your eyes glittering full of wonder behind the helmet
It didn't help his heart that your helmet also had comms, which were connected to his, so every single one of your little comments meant for yourself only were accidentally shared
Your Gotham accent was so thick too, born and raised in an area were the elite never tried to "cleanse"
Fuking adorable
Oh, also, he'd need to teach you not to follow strangers even if they were famous vigilantes
Because he realized how fucking dangerous it was that you just up and agreed to be taken by a random masked man
Sure, he knew he also did the same with Bruce, but hey, look at where that got him
When Jason finally brought you up to his apartment, still carrying you, he knew he'd have to immediately go out to buy some things
His fridge wasn't stocked with what kids need
Like... apple juice and cereal
Or any kind of vegetables
And, he definitely needed some kid safety stuff, even if he knew you wouldn't try opening the dangerous cabinets
... probably
Opening his door, he took you to the bathroom
Look, as cute as you were, you were also as filthy as a drenched sewer rat
He told you as much when he set you down
Your glare was worth the slap on the arm (it didn't even hurt)
"Can I assume you know how to take a shower?"
"I'm nine, not three, Red Hood."
"Not my fault you look like you're five."
He chuckled as you huffed and puffed
"Jason Todd."
"What?"
"My name is Jason Todd. Can't have you calling me Red Hood if you're gonna live with me, right?"
You gaped, big eyes going wide
He told you his name! And showed you his face! Why did this man trust you so much?
It... it made you real warm inside
You were quiet for a moment before quietly telling you your name, shyly, like you hadn't done that in a long time
"Hm, I think I prefer 'squirt', tho."
Okay, warm moment over, the guy is insufferable
Hissing and pushing him out of the bathroom with all of your strength, you hesitantly took your first real shower since... since you don't even know when
The water was black
You realized your skin could feel soft instead of oily
And your nails finally didn't look like you dug through dirt
Meanwhile, Jason was running around the apartment like a crazed man
Shoving his guns inside high drawers you wouldn't be able to reach
Trashing the cigs he had bought out of curiosity
And making sure any items for... his intimate partners were completely hidden away
He'd found those in Bruce's room one time as a kid and, needless to say, Jason still felt traumatized to this day
After making his apartment slightly less deadly and ordering food, Jason knocked on the door to let you know he'd left a change of clothes for you in front of the bathroom
Damian's clothes the brat left behind once he had stayed over when he was rebelling
they'd be a little too big for you but nothing like what his would look like
Once you came out, looking fresh and clean, Jason immediately carried you to the couch
Biting his tongue because the demon brat's clothes were actually so big on you he could cry
He ignored your complaints again, he knew your little feet were all scratched and they must have hurt like a bitch
Once you finally settled and didn't try to scratch his eyeballs out, Jason started to patch you up
Such careful, gentle touches for rough hands like his
He handled your injuries like you were made of glass
And despite your childish pride... you kind of loved it
It made you feel all tingly and cozy inside, like you were precious
Like you were deserving of kindness
As you started fidgeting with all the bubbling emotions inside of you, Jason tried to calm you down by talking
He learned your mother died from a drive-by shooting and your father was an alcoholic with a taste for physical abuse
"It only got bad bad a year or so ago, I think he blamed me for us being poor."
"And you know that's bull, right?"
You shrugged as he finished treating your injuries and started to dry your damp hair, a little awkwardly but attentive
"He left a month ago–or died, I don't know–so it doesn't matter either way."
Well, that was a healthy mindset for a child!
He had to breathe through his mouth to not get up and go put three little bullets in your piece of shit father's head
or his body, if the bastard was already dead
Jason definitely had a lot of work to do, but for now, ding-dong, he was going to focus on feeding you
And, no, he was never going to delete the photo he took of your face when he opened the huge takeout orders
Nor would he forget the way you cried silently as you ate
That was your first real meal in months
Your first real meal, washed and clothed, in a safe apartment that didn't smell of roaches nor booze, with an adult who looked at you fondly
Jason promised, to himself and God, that he'd make sure you'd never cry over something like food ever again
When you giggled at a joke he made and didn't flinch when he gently wiped a bit of sauce from your cheek, he knew he had made the correct decision
What does Jason do when he finds a scraggly looking kid trying to pickpocket a gang member in the slums of Gotham? Beat up the criminals and steal the child, of course. [PART ONE ♤ PART TWO ♤ PART THREE ♤ PART FOUR ♤ PART FIVE ♤ PART SIX]
pairings: Platonic Jason Todd & Child GN!Reader
Just like every other story, Jason found you by pure accident
He was doing his rounds in Gotham, tending mostly to the slums where vigilantes didn't patrol as much and police never cared for
And after being tipped by Oracle about gang activity happening nearby, of course he left to check it out
Lo and behold, the place was crawling with gangsters, but not only that, civilians as well
Civilians like you, who managed to swipe one of the gangster wallet so swiftly even Jason wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't been paying attention to the only kid in the area
Needless to say, his interest was picked immediately
First of; Jason always had a soft spot for kids, so seeing one in such dreadful place immediately set off the protective alarms in his head
Second of; You reminded him so much of himself it fucking hurt
Nimble fingers, swift footsteps, a scratched up face
It was like looking at a mirror and seeing into the past
So when you accidentally bumped into another gangster as you tried to leave the scene, falling to the ground and letting the wallet slip from your hand, Jason didn't hesitate
Before any of the criminals tried to even look at you, Jason was already smashing their faces against the dirty streets
You, a smart street kid, immediately escaped into an alleyway as Jason created havoc by taking every gang member by himself, effectively stopping their arms deal before it even started
It was bloody, maybe a little too vicious for a certain old Bat's liking, but Jason wasn't taking any chances
Once he was done and Oracle had already updated the police to go and grab the knocked out men, Jason went looking for you
Luckily for him, the alley you slipped into was one with a dead end
He found you crouched by a large garbage bin, a cut on your cheek, and a mean little glare
Jason tried hard not to laugh
Look, you were such a small thing at that age, barely ten or so
For someone trying to be intimidating, you sure looked like a puppy
A puppy with rabies that wanted very much to chomp his fingers off but a puppy nonetheless
Instead of laughing, he crouched too, making himself smaller and less intimidating despite his large size, showing you his empty hands when you looked like you were about to bolt or bite
Jesus Christ, you were small
Could you even reach his hips?
In all honesty, he didn't think much at the moment
he didn't stop to calculate the risks or the consequences
not did he really care about how incredibly selfish he was being, trying to mend his own old wounds by using you
All Jason did was pull off his helmet, extend a hand, and ask; "Wanna come with me, squirt? I can get you a much better place than this shithole."
And while you argued that you learned never to trust strangers or follow weird men home, you also knew about Red Hood, the only vigilante to truly care about the poor in Gotham
And he'd shown his face, which, you know, vigilantes never do
So you hissed and tried your best to be a mean little shit
When Jason only laughed, never raising a hand nor his voice, something inside little you calmed down
Adults usually screamed at you when you were being annoying
Some slapped and hit you for glaring at them
But this adult... he was kind
You could tell instinctively, as a kid who barely ever experience any gentleness
You gave in with a grumble and Jason immediately wrapped you in his jacket and pulled you up in his arms
He saw you weren't wearing any shoes and he didn't want you cutting your little feet in some disease ridden glass
You tried to argue
"I'm heavy!" You had squeaked as you tried to push away from his chest
he laughed, annoyingly warm
apparently to him you weighed the same as three and a half apples
He even made a show of throwing you in the air a little when you insisted
Your little squeak put the biggest smile on his face
Jason couldn't lie, you looked fucking adorable when he put you on his motorcycle, his spare helmet so much bigger than your little head
God, he was already growing fond and it hadn't even been thirty minutes since he met you
As he strapped you in as securely as he could, making sure his jacket was closed and the helmet wouldn't slip, a familiar voice spoke up again
Oh, right, she was there the whole time
Oracle asked him if he knew what he was doing
Jason turned his comms off and drove home
He had a room to decorate and a child to feed
And as you wrapped your little arms around his middle, gasping and wow-ing as you saw parts of Gotham you had never seen
Big brother's here ☆ Jason Todd & Younger Sibling Reader
You're the second youngest member of the Wayne family and Jason Todd's favorite sibling 🦇 GN!Reader
First off, Jason Todd is a naturally caring person
Even with his grudges and anger, he still cares about his family
So when it comes to you, he's extra caring and protective
You joined the family a little earlier than Damian did, all bright eyed and freshly orphaned
Your connection with Jason wasn't immediate, he was still processing many emotions, his thirst for revenge and the betrayal, and avoiding the manor like the plague
You didn't know much about him except for his face and name, which you'd seen in portraits
Bruce always avoided talking about him, but when he slipped his face would turn somber and regretful, which left you wondering
But the day you two met, when he'd been forced to join forces with the other bats for a specific operation, it was... strange, to say the least
Jason was conflicted at best and angry at worst
Angry at Bruce for bringing yet another kid into this wretched life
And conflicted as you took his hand into your smaller ones and felt himself melt
He always did have a soft spot for kids and it didn't help that you were so damn cute
"You have some rotten luck, squirt." He'd say softly before teasingly flicking your tiny nose, making you giggle. "To end up in this house of all others."
Even though he was supposed to help with the mission, Jason spent all of his free time with you as long as Bruce wasn't around
He'd make an effort to spend time with you.
Reading, playing, teasing, and even cooking with you
Mind you, he's got a busy life, but for you he'd put some extra effort to be a good role model in your life
Since the people in your life were a bunch of costumed freaks
Jason would try to keep you away from the bat life, no doubt about that
He's tired of seeing kids being put in danger, tired of the never ending cycle of abuse and neglect, so he'd fight tooth and nail to keep you away from such dangers
But he'd also teach you self defense
Because y'all live in Gotham
You know he'd 100% take you out to eat whenever you got a high grade or won a competition
Or dyed Tim's hair pink
Or laughed at one of his lame jokes
He just likes spending time with you, since you're the least infuriating sibling and a damn cutie
But that doesn't mean he wouldn't tease and be an asshole either
Mess with his things when you're hanging in his house?
You're cleaning his dishes
You go through any awkward phases?
He's keeping pictures and videos until the day he dies
Probably keeps them in encrypted hard drives for future blackmail and teasing
He was the absolute worst during puberty
Always mocking your voice cracks
Pointing out your pimples
Then you'd mention his early robin outfits and he'd put you in a headlock
He'd take you out to ride on his motorcycle whenever the people at the manor got too much
Jason and you gossiping behind Bruce's back
He'd probably rant about his love life to you through the phone
You're the only sibling he can do that with without putting his crush(es) in danger anyway
If you bleached your hair to match his white streak he'd probably cry a little after roughhousing with you
He may be a bit of an ass sometimes, like every older brother
But Jason truly loves you
You're his favorite sibling
(When you're not messing with his guns unsupervised, that is)
Jason the type of boyfriend to squeeze your cheeks and kiss your puckered up lips out of nowhere. You could be doing nothing at all, maybe just focused on a task, but he finds you so damn adorable he can't handle the cuteness aggression and ends up mauling you with tiny kisses.
Ghost's love language is most likely acts of service and words of affirmation. We can see a little bit of it with how quick he is to praise his teammates and make sure they know they did good throughout the campaign.
With Soap, I think he'd mix both. He'd take his time to take care of Johnny, clean his hair for him, make breakfast, apply cream to a new burn. And also, he'd always throw a small praise here and there, like "Good man." when Soap beats yet another record or "You'll surpass me in no time, Johnny." when he gets pinned down in spars.
Because, if we are being serious, he's a man who jokingly said "A man after my own heart." when he and Soap were being hunted down by a small army with no back-up, just to lighten up. He was making sure Johnny stayed level headed and calm at all times and did not spare praise or jokes in order to do so. Ghost is definitely a partner who'd praise his love for the barest minimum, even just to be a sarcastic prick.
Ghost never taking his mask off but once he starts dating Soap, any time they're alone he rips it off because Johnny loves giving his bare face little kisses. Johnny sneakily pouring so much love into Simon that he slowly makes Simon start liking himself.
