☆ 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒚 ☆

" ready to duel with the devil ? "

[deer1y-beloved]

"𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠."

☆ 𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑪𝑼𝑹𝒀: ☆

neurodivergent. literally tim drake. any/all (genderfluid). bi

📼 - 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔:

• - shenanigans about the mcu + dcu + star wars

• - sadness posting

• - SPIDERMAN BRAND NEW DAY SPOILERS !!!!!!! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED !!!!!!!!!!!!!

• - jason todd . like in general . been my comfort character since like march of 2025 bro.

[your-least-favorite-poet]

do you know who jason todd is...

i feel like that name's familiar but im not sure

is that one of the batman guys that isnt batman?

[deer1y-beloved]

YEAH YEAH

[your-least-favorite-poet]

I GOT IT RIGHT IM SO COOL RAHHHH

may i ask why the question?

[deer1y-beloved]

fictional boyfriend...idk

[your-least-favorite-poet]

do you know who jason todd is...

i feel like that name's familiar but im not sure

is that one of the batman guys that isnt batman?

[deer1y-beloved]

YEAH YEAH

[thefuzzzz]

Batboys who, when they’ve upset someone in their lives who they care about, just buy them copious amounts of things they like because that’s how Bruce tries to rectify his small mistakes with his children

Wally: Hey, Dick? Did you order basketball tickets?

Dick: Oh, yeah. Last week. I ate your leftovers and you were upset about it, so I got you tickets for your favorite team in apology.

Wally: …thank you? Weren’t these expensive though? It’s the finals.

Dick: :)

Roy: Hey, Jaybird, did you get a new toolbox?

Jason: It has your name engraved on it.

Roy: I saw that.

Jason: Apology for when I forgot to lock the bedroom door when you asked, and Lian walked in on us

Roy: That was, like, a month ago? And I wasn’t even mad?

Jason: Engraving takes a long time.

Tim: To make up for missing our last date due to work, I made reservations and laid out outfits for both of you on the bed.

Bernard (in the bedroom with Kon): I don’t remember these being in our closet?

Kon: Since when did you have that necklace?

Bernard: And you those earrings? Shit, is that diamond?

Kon: Oh, I see what’s happening. Tim does this when he feels guilty.

Bernard: I hate rich people so much.

Damian: Hello.

Jon (jumping): Oh…hey? How did you get here? And when? I thought you said you were busy today and couldn’t hang out.

Damian: Irrelevant. I have a gift.

Jon: Oh my god! Is that a signed guitar?

Damian: …do you like it?

Jon: Yes, duh. But, how? Why? When?

Damian (climbing out the bedroom): Bye.

Clark (walking into Jon’s room): Oh, you and Damian made up?

Jon: WE WERE FIGHTING?

(Bonus SuperBat)

Clark (to his mom on the phone, walking into his Daily Planet office): Me and B were in a bit of a fight last night. Nothing big, but I feel bad about it. He slept in the guest room- holy shit.

Martha: What? You ok?

Clark: Yeah, yeah. I just walked into my office and…like everything’s been upgraded?

Martha: …what?”

Clark: There’s a really nice keyboard and computer and one of those fancy desk chairs and…oh. Hey, B.

Bruce (in the corner of the room): Good?

Clark: Uhhh…yes?

Bruce: :)

[gothamslittlejester]

˚.⋆ Jason Todd: Fluff Alphabet ⋆.˚

Jason Todd/ Red Hood x gn!reader

| Fluff

| A/N: Happy Leo season, especially to my favorite Leo Mr. Jason Todd. Like, reblog and comment!....... or else I’m going to write a 100k word 5 part series of pure angst where Jason only feels unloved and uncared for and never finds happiness. Ball is in your court.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Jason is more affectionate than people initially expect, even more so when he is in love.

While verbal affection is something that takes a while for him to get used to, every other love language is on the table. Physical affection, acts of service, quality time both playful and steamy. Jason Todd adores you, and he’s always trying his best to show it to you. In spite of his size and strength, there's something sweet about how careful and doting he can be.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

Having someone like Jason as a best friend is a once in a lifetime kind of thing. Even before the romance began, Jason always made sure to prioritize you in his life, and you spent many nights in each others company. Gaming, late night walks, drinks at the dingy bars downtown… it's never a dull night when you two are together.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Oh, best believe Jason likes to cuddle. At the beginning of your relationship he’s too shy to outright ask at first- what if you say no?- but he has yet to turn down a cuddle session should you initiate. Cuddling him is like being engulfed in protective, muscle-y cloud. He’s gentle enough not to hurt you, but big enough to squish you just a little bit.

He loves it when he lays on your chest, arms loosely wrapped around your waist, while your fingers run through his hair and scratch his back. He’ll let out soft groans and sighs of bliss, goosebumps creeping up his torso.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Being domestic is one of those things that had never really crossed his mind before he met you, but now it's something he wouldn’t trade for the world. Coming home after a long patrol and seeing you peacefully sleeping in your shared bed… in your shared home… he loves you and this little life you’ve built together so much.

He’ll always hold his weight when it comes to cleaning after himself or chores around the house. Like hell he’d leave a mess behind just for someone else to clean. He’s also not too bad in the kitchen.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It would hurt him, and he would be holding back tears the entire time. If Jason ends something with a romantic partner, it’s out of fear. Fear of losing you, of hurting you, of getting you dragged into a world that is merciless and violent. One that takes and takes until there’s nothing left. It would be after a close call, one where he almost lost you for good, when he finally makes the decision to push you away. He refuses to be the reason you no longer breathe.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Contrary to some belief, Jason Todd isn’t afraid of commitment itself, if anything his hesitation stems from worrying he isn’t good enough to deserve it in the first place. Commitment to a partner is not something he takes lightly, and casual dating has never really been his forte. He takes exclusivity quite seriously even from early on, even if he doesn’t immediately use labels. Once Jason is in, he’s in it for life.

Jason would never rush to get married, and the idea likely wouldn’t even cross his mind for a year or two. But once he knows, he wouldn’t see much of a reason to wait any longer before popping the question. Poor boy would be so nervous about picking the right ring, where to propose, what if you- God forbid- say no. He’d overthink it until the moment he’s down on one knee and looking up at you with a look so solemnly in love it takes your breath away.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Jason is the most soft and sweet when you two are in private. Around others he keeps affection subtle; a hand on your shoulder, a quick smile, a teasing remark. It’s when you both are alone that you see another side to just how gentle he can be.

It surprises him one day, when he realizes how gentle he can be with you, especially when you need him to be. He may not always have the perfect words or solutions when you’re feeling down, but Jason makes it a priority to support you in other means. Holding you close, making sure you eat after a hard day, or quietly sitting near you when you just need him by your side.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He sure as hell does. Physical touch is incredibly important to this boy, and hugging is one of his favorite ways to feel you close to him.

His hugs are engulfing and warm, and the weight of his strong arms around you is a quiet reminder that he’s here; he’ll protect you, cherish you, and keep you close as long as you let him. He hugs like he could lose you at any moment- like any hug could be your last.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

To be completely honest, it would most likely be you who says it first.

The words I love you is a commitment in itself- a bond set in stone from the moment they leave his mouth. It’s a sentiment much deeper and vulnerable than confessing a crush or attraction, and even then those feelings weigh heavily in his chest. I love you is something he'd say only when he's absolutely certain he means it, and that very well could take months. He needs to be sure, because once he says it, he wants you to trust that he means it and will prove it to you every day for the rest of his life.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Jason has experienced hurt, loss and betrayal on levels so complicated it leaves him broken on some days. To him, jealousy would be an emotion of the same vein.

Now that isn’t to say he would get jealous over trivial things, like you being hit on at the bar, or someone giving you a compliment. But to be constantly put in situations that leave him questioning your loyalty or love for him would severely dig into those old wounds. On his worse days, a part of him assumes you will leave him like everyone else.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He likes kissing you on your knuckles, and he’ll blush if you call him a romantic for it. He does it subconsciously for the most part- the movement bringing him comfort when he’s stressed, or thinking about something far away. On the flip side, Jason likes it when you kiss his cheek. He finds it very endearing and sweet, especially when you have to lean up to do so.

That being said, if your lips linger a bit too long on his scars especially in the beginning of your relationship, his face heats up in discomfort. The self-consciousness is a hurdle that takes him a long time to overcome.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Jason is like that uncle that says he’s not good with kids, yet all the little ones love him to bits and can't get enough of his presence. He’d never admit it, but it always made his day when babies would smile at him on public transport when he was young, and he always made sure to smile back.

Things changed after the incident. He’ll never forget the first time a kid saw his scars and began to cry, or how his mother nervously held him closer. It was the last day he ever took the bus.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are a quiet haven for you both. Tangled limbs, soft groans, groggy good mornings and I love you’s. He’d die (again) if his brothers ever found out, but Jason is a complete baby in the early hours. If he’s feeling especially sappy, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and just outright refuse to let you leave the bed.

He’s often up before you are just out of habit; he isn’t sleeping for longer than a few hours unless something unusually strenuous happened the night before. He’ll close his eyes and let himself relax next to you until he feels you stir next to him, signaling you're coming to.

N = No’s (What are some “no’s” of theirs when it comes to dating? What are they unattracted to?)

Clinginess and over-dependence would be a huge turn off for him. It’s one thing to spend the nights consumed with one another… but the whole day? 24/7? Jason, while still madly head over heels for you, still needs his space.

He appreciates a partner who can be independent and has their own thing going on; honestly the more assertive and self-reliant someone is, the more Jason finds himself attracted to them. A partner who can understand his need for space without taking it personally would be the most ideal for him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Very much the latter; Jason would never be so naive to spill his life story to someone he doesn’t trust with every fiber of his being. It’s not that he’s emotionally unavailable, he’s just a bit guarded is all. He's not the type of man to share his most darkest secrets and fears on the first few dates, but if he trusts you, he'll gradually open up as the days turn into weeks. Like all good things in life, it just takes a little patience and time.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Speaking of patience, Jason has done a lot of self-work to stop being consumed and defined by the rage he carries from his past, especially since you entered his life. It would genuinely eat him up inside if he ever lost his temper around you, and just the thought of you having to see that side of him makes him sick. He’d never do anything to scare you.

If you both start to argue to the point where it starts to get loud, and he feels himself getting genuinely angry, he’d withdraw and get some space before it gets to the point of him lashing out.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Jason remembers everything. Your favorite snacks, what books you like to read, what shampoo you like to buy. While verbally saying it may take some time, showing his love for you is like second nature. You never have to question if he pays attention, or second guess if he remembers the little things. You’re always on his mind.

He’ll put in extra effort during anniversaries and birthdays; damn straight he’s gonna make sure you feel loved when it matters most.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Call him a romantic, but his favorite memory will always be the day he confessed his feelings, which coincidentally led to sharing your first kiss.

Jason is not the type of man to fall in love at first sight or wear his heart on his sleeve, especially after everything. It took a decent amount of time for him to acknowledge the feelings he had for you were real, and an even longer time to believe you felt the same. But then he saw it in the way you acted around him- shyness? Reciprocity? Attraction? He didn’t have an exact name for it then, but it was the final push he needed.

Once he knew his feelings were mutual, he pulled you in a kissed you so deeply it took your breath away.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

How protective is the Red Hood over his significant other, in a city like Gotham where crime runs rampant? Take a guess.

If he ever feels even an inkling that the night feels off, the Red Hood is following you home from the shadows. He’s taking you to a private gun range on your days off, and teaching you anything he can when it comes to self defense. He begs you to carry a weapon with you at all times, to the point where it makes him nervous if you don’t. Your safety is not something he’s willing to compromise on; if he comes off as overprotective then so be it.

T = Talking (what do they love to talk about?)

Anything and everything. Seriously- nothing is off limits. Weird topics, animal facts, new movies, which books are the best pieces of literature to ever be created. Jason just loves to be able to talk with you for hours. Sometimes he’ll just watch and listen as you gush about people in your life or whatever you’re passionate about that day with the softest look in his eyes.

He’ll get uncharacteristically excited if you want to discuss or learn more about his interests. Cars, books, guns… he could go on all night if he was certain you really wanted to listen.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Jason’s biggest flaws would be more subtle than outright toxic. Since meeting you, he’s done a lot of growing and self-reflection on the kind of person he wants to be, but that doesn't mean he’s perfect, and he never will be.

Jason is the type of person who still struggles with healthy emotional habits, and that means bottling things up or just outright leaving for the night if he feels upset. He’ll insist everything is fine for days, just to get out of having to be vulnerable and talk about it, and then end up snapping at the smallest of things.

He’s also stubborn and a bit of a hardass, but let’s leave that for another day…

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

The scars bother him, and they always will. He’s never been one to obsess over his appearance the way that Dick does- as long as he’s clean and doesn’t smell like shit he’s good to go- but things changed since the scars. It’s less about vanity and more so self-consciousness and hatred. Some days he can’t bear to even look in the mirror.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Your absence is noticeable, especially when his definition of home is no longer what roof he’s under, but instead who is under one with him.  It wouldn’t be that he believes you ‘complete’ him , per se, but you’ve changed the way he lives and looks at the world, and you not being around him for prolonged periods of time would affect him.

He’ll catch himself looking over to tell you something only to remember you’re not around, or feeling strange in an eerily quiet apartment that’s usually filled with laughter and music. It’s less I can’t live without you and more my life is so much more alive with you in it.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Jason likes it when you wear his clothes. Loves it, actually. Leather jackets, hoodies, big t-shirts… the more oversized it fits on you the better. He loves it even more when you return them back to them, and each piece smells distinctly like you.

One day he caught you trying to put the Red Hood helmet over your head and his heart did a funny little leap in his chest.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Like touched upon earlier, clinginess and co-dependency is something he wouldn’t like in a partner, and also frowns upon it when he notices these things in other people. If he sees his teammates start to fall into those kinds of relationships, he’d be the friend to pull them aside and give them a pep talk (or at the very least, try to give them one in a very Jason fashion way).

He’s also not a fan of very selfish or ignorant people either. It’s always going to be kind hearted people, or at the very least people who try to do good in world despite everything life throws at them, that catch his attention the most.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He doesn’t move. Not an inch. No snoring, no drooling, no rustling around. He sleeps on his back and wakes up in the same position. Even the smallest things are enough to wake him up; sometimes you wonder if he’s even truly asleep at all. It’s rare you get to see Jason still asleep by the time you come to; he’s almost always up before you are, his schedule militant, so cherish those moments as much as you can.

[laneythebug]

♪ ༘⋆ now playing: “tears dry” amy winehouse

pairing: jason todd x fem!reader

summary: you find yourself calling jason after your boyfriend cheated on you.

note: first jason fic! yay!

you wove your way through the mass of sweaty bodies on the dance floor—beelining for the club’s exit—your now ex boyfriend trailing close behind you.

“baby, please just listen to me!” he insisted, reaching for your wrist—which you snatched away before he could wrap his sleazy fingers around your soft skin. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you finally broke free from the pulsing crowd.

“don’t you have other girls to kiss?” you hissed over shoulder as you practically slammed your body door against the door leading to the dark, rainy gotham night. of course—he followed you outside. ugh. you turned on your heels to face him, the world spinning from the drinks you had earlier. tears ran down your face; streaking the makeup you spent an eternity meticulously putting on hours before.

“are you seriously throwing all of this away?!” he accused, his hands gesturing towards the space between both of you. “over one fuckin’ mistake?”

“yes i am! we are done!” you scoffed. the rain starting to come down heavier as thunder rumbled overhead. “and you were the one who decided to ruin what we had!”

“bullshit.” he sneered, stepping closer to tower over you.

“the fuck do you mean bullshit?! i saw you kissing her, asshat!” you laughed up at him, the rain hiding the tears that were falling from your pretty eyes. “we are finished!” you barked, trying to hide the small cracking in your voice. “i’ll grab my shit from your place tomorrow.” you added coldly.

“fine. have fun walking back to your apartment in the middle of the night.” he scoffed. he truly got off at the way your eyes widened in fear at his words. he smirked condescendingly at you before turning and marching back into the bar.

the realization of you situation set in. you now have no ride, you are completely soaked to the bone, and your apartment is far too many blocks away.

you sobbed quietly as you stumbled your way under an awning attached to a nearby building. at least that solved the rain issue. but what are you supposed to do now?

jason.

okay well, don’t do him—you freak—call him.

jason was your close friend…well, that was until you started dating him. he was painfully insecure anytime jason was around and forced you to stop talking to him. jason understood, but god, the past five months have been torture without you.

you fumbled with the soaked zipper of your purse as you sobbed. finally hearing the satisfying sound of the teeth disconnecting. your trembling hands reaching in and wrapping around your phone as you tried your best to focus your blurry vision on the screen. the stupid lock screen of you and your ex taunting you as you struggled to type your passcode in.

after what felt like an eternity, you found yourself starting at jason’s contact picture. your thumb hovering over the ‘call’ button. you sniffled and messily wiped your tears away with your free hand.

you looked up at the striped awning, taking a deep breath before you called him.

your phone dialed him once, twice, thr—

damn. he picked up quick.

“doll?…are you okay?” his voice gruff, the pet name slipping off his lips casually. he just got home from patrol, his phone leaving his ear momentarily so he could pull his soaked mask off, his hair being tousled harshly.

that’s when he heard it. the sound of a sniffle on your line. and were you…outside?

“jay…m’ sorry i know it’s late and you probably had patrol—”

“where are you?”

you could already hear the sound of jason changing out of his suit.

“jay…he cheated..” your voice cracking pitifully.

“are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” he sighed, running a hand down his face. “what an idiot…send me your location i’ll be there in ten.”

he was there in six. he saw you under the overhang next to the bar, your arms wrapping around your trembling, soaking frame. the small dress you had on was doing nothing to keep you warm. the sound of his rumbling motorcycle made you raise your head to look at him. you took a step but your heels made your feet ache and your legs felt like jello. a small sob wracking your body.

jason noticed, and immediately parked his bike. ripping his helmet off to run over to you.

“oh sweetheart..” he cooed, taking in your disheveled, shivering state. without hesitation, jason shrugged off his leather jacket, stepped behind you, and gently guided your trembling arms into the sleeves. the feeling of warmth covered your torso; along with the smell of his cologne filling your senses. “shh..you’re okay. i got you.” he reassured as he stepped back in front of you. his large hands coming up to cradle your face, thumbs absentmindedly wiping your tears away.

“can you walk?” he asked gently. you slowly shook your head, your big doe-like eyes looking up at him. without another word, jason scooped you up bridal-style, carrying you to his motorcycle. your body starting to relax as you felt the feeling of his warm embrace surrounding you. he set you down gently, clicking a helmet over your head before he slipped his on. he guided you onto the intimidating machine. he sat in front of you, reaching behind to wrap your arms around his waist, giving your forearms a gentle squeeze—silently telling you to hold on.

the ride was practically a blur for you. but yet, you still noticed how careful he was driving. like you were precious cargo. and technically, to him,

you were.

after what felt like another blur, jason was fondling with his keys, trying to unlock his apartment with you in his arms. your damp head pressed against his chest. finally, the door opened with a loud creak, then shut behind him as he padded his way to his bed. as gentle as he could be—which was surprisingly gentle—he set you on the edge of his mattress. wordlessly he knelt down, carefully undoing the buckle on your heels, then peeling them off your aching feet.

“thanks for doin’ this jay..” you mumbled, absentmindedly reaching down to brush the white lock of hair off his forehead. he smiled up at you, pressing a quick kiss to your ankle before standing up.

“don’t mention it.” he replied, disappearing into his closet to grab you a shirt to wear. when jason finally re-emerged, t-shirt in hand, he couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of you trying—and failing—to unzip your dress. his leather jacket was discarded on the bed next to you. “need some help there, doll?” he snorted, closing the distance between you two. his calloused hands reached out to grab yours, helping you up on your feet. he gently turned you, setting the shirt on the bed before his hands met your zipper.

“a’least take me out to dinner first!” you teased, looking over your shoulder at him.

he rolled his eyes, slowly unzipping your dress. the flimsy material bunched at your ankles as jason helped you step out. his stunning green iris’s were practically hearts as he watched you slip on his shirt that was two sizes too big. you turned to face him, your mascara still streaking down your rosy cheeks; even though your tears stopped on the ride earlier.

“lay down. i’ll grab a towel for you to clean up with.” he said as he reached to brush a stand of hair away from your perfect face. you did as he asked, slowly climbing into his bed and pulling the comforters over your body, feeling the warmth start to seep back into your skin. within just a few seconds, jason walked out of the bathroom with a damp towel in his hand. the mattress dipped as he settled next to you, gently holding your chin as he wiped your makeup off. “m’sorry…I know it’s not all the fancy shit you use on that pretty face of yours…” he grumbled with a laugh, wiping the final smudges off.

when he felt satisfied with his work, he leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before he started pushing himself off the bed. “i’ll be on the couch if you need anythi—“

“wait.” you blurted. he paused, looking down at you. “can…can you stay? please?” you pleaded looking up at him. and you both knew he can’t say no to you.

“yeah..yeah of course.” he agreed, lifting the covers and curling his body around yours. your face finding the crook of his neck as you felt sleep start to overtake you.

“i got you.” he soothed, smoothing down your hair. “always.”

thank you for reading!! please like and reblog! love you xx

[of-many-fandomss]

JASON TODD MASTERLIST

One-Shots

Heat of the Moment- even in the midst of a heatwave, your boyfriend somehow finds it in him to be clingy

The Hoodie Betrayal- jason comes home to the worst situation imaginable… you hearing another vigilante’s hoodie

Even in the Darkest Nights- when you get the call from dick that jason is in the hospital, your whole world stops spinning and nothing- nothing- could tear you away from his side

Subtlety is My Middle Name- jason thought you didn’t know he was red hood. he preferred to keep it that way for now. you knew that jason was red hood. you just figured he didn’t like to talk about it all that much

Read Aloud Time- the softest moments between you and jason happen when you take turns reading your favorite book, ‘pride and prejudice’ out loud to one another

Thoughts

Grounded- jason todd, who always has a hand on you when you’re out in public

Cross Every Line- jason todd, who would do anything for you

Affections- jason todd, who loves to give you kisses

Helping Hand- jason todd, who goes out of his way to make your life easier

Runs in the Family- jason todd, who secretly loves that you love his family

Air You Breathe- jason todd, who needs you like he needs to breathe- scratch that, he needs you more than he needs to breathe

Biggest Supporter- jason todd, who loves anything you love

Lover Boy- jason todd, who’s in love with you long before he ever knows it

Bring on the Fight- jason todd, who is the definition of ‘my girl can wear whatever she wants, I can fight’

Personal Audiobook- jason todd, who voice records himself reading his favorite book and sends it to you before he goes away for a long mission

Crawling Back to You- jason todd, who would always come home to you. Bruised, battered, or beaten- he didn’t care because nothing could keep him from you

[jammmly]

𓈒𓏲 ׁ Dating Jason Todd x Fem! Reader ິ 𓈒ֺּׅ

꒰ headcanons of what it’s like dating Jason Todd, featuring nothing but sweet little moments, domestic fluff, and way too much sugar. ꒱

Eeek! (๑❛ᴗ❛๑) !!! first time writing for DC, hehe !! I definitely want to write more of these soon <3

Slow dancing together while you’re supposed to be cooking .ᐟ.ᐟ

The apartment had officially become more Jason’s than yours, his presence was literally found into every square inch of the apartment space.

His heavy leather jackets were always seen hanging on the entryway hooks, his muddy boots sat by the door, and his distinct scent of cedarwood, a distinctive scent of gun oil, and expensive cologne that you bought him, clung to the pillows in your bedroom. Books that the both of you owned were neatly placed and organized in a shared shelf.

In the bathroom, his second toothbrush rested in the holder right next to yours, the sink shared both you and his toiletries like his shaver and your skincare products (that he often steals to use for his own skin) the charcoal body wash lined the tub, next to your body wash and his worn-out leather belts were casually draped over the bedroom chair.

It was basically a home that the both of you shared together.Today was a rare, blessed day off, and for once, you actually felt motivated to cook.You decided that for dinner the both of you will have pasta, a seasoned steak, and a crisp Caesar salad.

To set the mood, you dropped the needle onto the vinyl record, filling the kitchen with the warm, voice of Elvis Presley crooning, “Wise men say, only fools rush in...”

As you stood at the counter intently slicing up the pieces of steak, a pair of massive, heavily scarred arms suddenly wrapped tightly around your waist from behind.

Jason pulled your back flush against his broad chest, burying his face directly into the crook of your neck, his rough stubble scratching lightly against your skin as he let out a deep, contented hum.

"Smells incredible in here, ma," he mumbled against your skin, his voice deep and raspy from sleep before he pressed a warm, lingering kiss right onto your cheek.

You turned slightly in his grip, picking up a perfectly cooked piece of steak to feed him, which he took straight from your fingers with a lazy, boyish smirk.

"Yeah, you're definitely keeping me around, babe," he teased, chewing happily before taking the knife safely from your hand and setting it on the cutting board.

“Hmm, I’ll think about it if you behave.”

He chuckled at your response and turned you around guiding you into a slow, swaying rhythm right there in front of the stove, matching the tempo of the record as he leaned down to give you a soft peck on the lips and a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"You're too good to me," he murmured, his eyes were completely soft, when he looked at you. Right before you could say something sweet back, he leaned down and pressed a kiss on you cheek, forehead and your nose, peppering you with kisses, feeling his lips brush against your skin.

“Jason—too much,” you giggled trying to push him away but he leaned in more and continued to sway you, while laughing freely. The second your eyes met his laughing, you couldn't help but lean into him, pulling his head down by the collar of his shirt.

The playful chaos in the kitchen instantly ground to a halt as Jason caught your waist, locking you against him as your lips met in a deep, breath-stealing kiss that seemed to stretch on forever.

The world outside the apartment completely faded; there was no Red Hood at the moment and no danger to worry about, just the heavy, weight of his chest rising and falling against yours as his mouth moved over yours with a slow, desperate tenderness.

His large hands moved up to cup your jaw, and his thumbs gently wiping across your cheekbones, deepening the kiss until you both were completely breathless, lingering with soft, trailing pecks to each other's lips and noses.

As you finally rested your forehead against his broad chest to catch your breath, and continued to slow dance with the both of you intertwining your hands and you leaning on his chest,the record player crackled softly in the background, bridging the quiet space between you both of you, “But I can't help falling in love with you.”

Jason Todd would do anything to fall in-love with you over and over again.

Lazy mornings .ᐟ.ᐟ

When you wake up hazily, the first thing you notice is the thin streaks of sunlight slipping through the blinds and curtains, painting soft lines across the room.

You turn your head lazily toward the other side of the bed.

Jason is still fast asleep. His dark hair is messy from the night, a faint stubble covering his jaw that he’ll probably complain about later before deciding whether he can be bothered to shave it. His eyelashes flutter slightly with each slow breath, and for a moment, you simply watch him.

The room is completely quiet except for the sound of both of you breathing.Your faces are close enough that the tips of your noses almost touch.You smile faintly then Jason’s eyes slowly open.

He blinks at you a few times, clearly still halfway asleep.

"…Morning."His voice is low and raspy from sleep.

"Morning…"you whisper back, brushing the strands of his hair on his face.

He closes his eyes again for a second, stretching beneath the blankets with a quiet groan before rolling onto his back.

You push yourself up slightly, resting your head against your hand as you look down at him. "You look rough."

Jason cracks one eye open, a slow, lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his lips despite his exhaustion. He doesn't move to defend himself. Instead, he reaches out blindly beneath the covers, his hand finding your waist and tugging you back down toward his chest.

"Rough?" he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep as he pulls the blanket up over your shoulders. "That’s cold for first thing in the morning."

He buries his face into your hair, breathing in deeply and letting out a contented sigh that vibrates against you.

"If I look rough, it's your fault anyway," he mumbles against the top of your head, his grip tightening just enough to keep you from escaping. "Five more minutes. Please princess. Don't move….”

You let out a soft laugh and let your weight fall back down, melting into his chest. The warmth of the blankets and his arms around you makes it incredibly easy to give up on the idea of being productive anytime soon.

Jason hums in approval, his chest rising and falling beneath you as he rests his chin on top of your head. One of his large hands starts to lazily trace slow circles on your back, his fingers warm through your shirt.

"Thanks ma," he murmurs, his eyes closed again.

The room is still completely still, the world outside wrapped in early morning quiet, making it feel like the two of you are the only people awake.

Lazy evenings .ᐟ.ᐟ

Moments like this are incredibly rare with Jason. Usually, once the sun goes down, Gotham calls him away, and the Red Hood takes over the night. Having him here, completely off-duty and staying over, feels like a hard-won luxury you both desperately needed.

Now, the room is bathed in the warm, ambient glow of a bedside lamp. The two of you are propped up against a mountain of pillows, completely relaxed and wrapped in a hilariously domestic scene. Both of you are wearing thick, clay facemasks, and a large bowl of fresh, cut-up fruit sits directly between you on the mattress as a shared snack.

You each have a book in hand, turning pages in a comfortable, rhythmic silence. Jason shifts slightly, his shoulder brushing against yours as he reaches into the bowl. He blindly stabs a piece of pineapple with a fork, carefully navigating it past the stiff edge of his mask. He chews thoughtfully before glancing over at your book.

"Are ya actually reading,hm?" he asks, his voice funny and muffled because the mask makes it impossible to move his face, "cause i swear you are you just staring at the same paragraph.."

You smile, keeping your face as still as possible to avoid cracking the hardened mask, and nudge his arm with your elbow. "Yes Jay..i’m reading" you responded then nudge his shoulder, "Can I have a strawberry, please?" you ask, your voice just as restricted as his.

Jason lets out a low huff that sounds suspiciously like a laugh. He sets his book down on his lap, leaning over the fruit bowl to inspect the options. With mock seriousness, he sifts through the pieces until he finds the largest, reddest strawberry in the pile, skewering it carefully with the fork.

He turns toward you, bringing the fruit up to your lips. His eyes are bright with amusement, watching you intently to make sure he doesn't accidentally smash the strawberry into the white skincare cream plastered across your cheeks. "Open wide," he teases quietly, his hand perfectly steady as he guides the snack into your mouth.

You swallow the strawberry and hum in appreciation, leaning back against the pillows to flip the page of your book. For a few minutes, the only sound in the room is the crisp rustle of paper and the hum of the really not quite Gotham city far below. Jason picks his own book back up, but his attention seems to wander, his eyes darting from the text to the fruit bowl and then back to you.

Finally, he nudges your knee with his foot beneath the heavy blankets. "Can you give me one too..," he says, his voice flat but a distinct glint of mischief in his eyes. He taps his chest with the corner of his book, gesturing toward the bowl. "I want one of the grapes. The big green ones."

You look up from your page, raising an eyebrow at his demanding tone. Instead of picking up the fork, you intentionally take your time, closing your book halfway and setting it down. You lean over the bowl, slowly scanning the fruit as if searching for the absolute perfect grape just to make him wait.

It took a few minutes, and then you finally skewer a large, plump green grape, you lift it up between you. Jason leans in slightly, his eyes locked on the fruit, his mouth open just enough to accept it without disrupting the stiff edges of his hardening facemask.

You flinch in surprise as Jason’s teeth gently snap down around the grape, intentionally catching the tips of your fingers in the process. He doesn't bite hard enough to hurt, just a playful, sharp nip to catch you off guard, his eyes crinkling at the corners with silent laughter as he pulls back to chew.

"Hey!" you hiss, immediately pulling your hand back and The sudden movement breaks the stiff barrier of your skincare routine, and you feel the hardened mask crack sharply along your jawline and cheeks.

Jason notices immediately. He swallows the grape and lets out a muffled, triumphant laugh that causes his own mask to split across his forehead. "Serves you right for making me wait," he mumbles, his voice entirely unbothered by the fact that pieces of dried clay are now flaking off his face and landing on his shirt. He leans his head back against the pillows, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

Then you hit his forearm as you made your way to the bathroom to wash off the mask so, leaving Jason reading his book peacefully. Practically not caring that he was making the bed sheets dirty.

Nightmares…

Jason would crash at your place after his “work.” You’d gotten used to finding him asleep on the couch to not bother you going to the room but you told tell him you like to sleep when he was right by your side, he agrees after a long talk.

He would his jacket thrown over the armrest and his boots abandoned by the door. Most nights, he slept heavily and comfortably embracing you.

Tonight was different. It started as a peaceful slumber then a night mare occupied his mind. His dream came in fragments—faces, places, memories overlapping obver and over again his death the larazus pit , everything and everuone until he couldn’t tell where one ended and another began. Different versions of himself seemed to flash past him, each one carrying the same burden and pain and suffering

Then Jason woke with a sharp gasp.He sat upright, breathing hard. For a few seconds, he didn’t seem to recognize the room.

His hands trembled as he looked around, trying to convince himself that he was awake. His breathing remained uneven, and his eyes quickly filled with tears he couldn’t quite hold back.

You stirred beside him, hearing him gasp out loudly.

"Jason?" He looked over towards you and his composure cracked.

He covered his face, shoulders shaking as quiet sobs escaped him. He tried to turn away, embarrassed that you’d seen him like this.

"I’m fine," he managed to say, "go back to sleep, hm?"

But it was cracked by muffled sobs you didnt know what to say but reach over to him and hugged him and soothing him while he sobs. Hearing his voice break into those heavy, muffled sobs completely tore at your heart, making any words feel entirely too small for the amount of pain he was in.

You just moved. You reached across the mattress, closing the distance between you, and wrapped your arms tightly around his trembling shoulders.

Jason stiffened for a fraction of a second, his defensive instincts flaring out of habit, trying to push you away or turn his face further into his hands. But you didn't let go. You held on firmly, pulling his heavy frame against you until he finally collapsed into the embrace. His hands clutched desperately at the fabric of your shirt, burying his face into your neck as the dam broke completely.

You rocked him slowly in the quiet darkness of the room, running a soothing hand up and down his back. You pressed your lips gently to his hair, whispering soft words of comforts against his crown while his chest heaved against yours.

"I've got ya Jay," you whispered softly, your hand moving in slow, steady circles against his back. "You're right here with me. You're safe, Jay. I've got you. I love you.."

Jason didn't answer, his grip tightening convulsively on your shirt as another wave of heavy sobs racked his broad shoulders. He buried his face deeper into the crook of your neck, his hot breath and tears dampening your skin.

"I'm sorry," he choked out, his voice completely raw and broken, the words catching painfully in his throat. "I'm so... I didn't mean to—"

"Shh, don't apologize," you interrupted gently, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his messy hair. "You don't ever have to apologize to me for this."

You continued to rock him gently . Slowly, his heartbeat began to ease, slowly. His grip on your shirt loosened just a fraction, and his heavy frame melting completely into your embrace as utter exhaustion took over.

His breathing slowed, turning into long, deep sighs against your neck until his trembling finally stopped. With his head still resting heavily against your chest, Jason drifted back to sleep, finally finding peace in the safety of your arms.

His hands are always all over you .ᐟ.ᐟ

The thing about Jason is that he always needs a point of contact with you. For a man whose life is defined by the violence and chaos of Gotham, your warmth comforts him dearly, and his hands are constantly finding ways to stay tethered to you.

When you are walking through the grocery store together, he holds your hand tightly, swinging your joined fingers back and forth as you playfully argue over which snacks to buy.

If you are at the stove cooking dinner, his arm instinctively snakes around your shoulders, pulling you against his side as he leans over your head to inspect whatever is bubbling in the pan.

Even during mundane moments, like standing around waiting for a takeout order, he will casually bump his shoulder against yours just to remind you he is there.

His touch also comforts you whenever you are feeling anxious. The moment he senses your unease, his hand immediately slides down to wrap around yours, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles against your knuckles until your breathing evens out.

He is really attentive, too—if your clothes get caught or shift uncomfortably while you walk, he will gently reach over to help straighten the fabric before continuing down the street like nothing happened.

Whether you are wearing a skirt, shorts, or jeans, his hand always finds its placement on your thigh the second the two of you sit down outside. And whenever it is time to leave a place, he always gives your hand one final, lingering squeeze before letting go.

Sometimes, you will catch him looking at you right afterward.

"What is it?" you ask, noticing his gaze.

"Nothing," he murmurs.

"You're staring at me, Jay."

Jason just grins, completely unbothered by getting caught. He reaches for your hand again, lifting it to his lips to press a soft kiss against your skin. "Can't I look at my pretty, and smart girlfriend?"

Before you can even reply to his teasing, Jason leans in and presses a soft, lingering kiss directly to your lips. It is a complete shift from his usual cocky grin—gentle, slow, and full of a quiet warmth that always catches you a little off guard.

His free hand moves up to cradle the side of your face, his thumb softly brushing across your cheekbone as if he is handling something incredibly precious.

When he finally pulls back just an inch, his eyes are softened, entirely focused on you. He doesn't immediately let go; instead, he keeps his hand resting against your cheek.

"Come on," he murmurs softly, his thumb giving your cheek one last gentle squeeze before his hand slides down to lock fingers with yours again. He subtly shifts his posture, stepping slightly ahead of you to guide you through the crowd, keeping himself between you and the busy street like it's second nature.

Matching or coordinated fits that make you both look effortlessly cool plus takings pics .ᐟ.ᐟ

Jason loves to match with you, you didn’t even need to ask, the both of you started matching unknowingly—must be a couple thing…even if he pretends he just threw on the first thing he saw. When you head out together, your styles always matched.

Like that one time you pull on a pair of baggy, light-wash denim jeans and wore ballet flats and a fitted, a plain top and a leather jacket .

Jason understood the assignment, He grabs his heavy, beat-up black leather jacket, layering it over a simple white tee and matching baggy grey pants.

The two of you walk through the city, his arm stays wrapped securely around your shoulders. You stop in front of a mirrored storefront, and he pulls you in close against his leather jacket, flashing a rare, cocky smile as you snap a quick picture for the camera roll.

Stealing your boyfriend's clothes was a habit that you started doing . You don’t have anything to wear? You’ll open his side of the closet and use his shirts. You liked doing it specially in the morning hours after spending the night together.

"Jason, come over, let's take a picture," you hummed, your voice still a little soft from sleep.You lifted your phone horizontally, framing the two of you perfectly in the glass.

You were wearing his oversized graphic tee, while Jason stepped up close behind you, entirely shirtless and towering over you.

However, before your thumb can even hit the shutter button to take the photo, Jason disrupts the pose.

He leaned down, burying his face against your neck to press a warm, lingering kiss right along your jawline. His hands immediately found their placement; one large palm slid around your waist, his fingers gripping your hip firmly to pull your back completely flush against his chest, while his other hand rested securely on your thigh.

"Jason, stop!" you giggled, your shoulder rising to shield your neck from his scratchy morning scruff.

"Don't care about that right now, babe" he mumbled into your skin.

"I mean it!" You tried to wiggle out of his grip, but his hold on your hip only tightened playfully. "Let go, Jay !"

"Oh, you want me to let go?" A dangerous, amused spark lit up his eyes in the mirror reflection. Before you could answer, his fingers shifted from a firm grip into a chaotic wiggling motion right against your ribs.

You gasped, a loud, breathless laugh bursting out of you as your knees buckled."Jason, no! Don't you dare—"He didn't give you a choice.

Hooking his arms around you, he used his weight to intentionally topple both of you backward. You hit the mattress with a soft thud, the phone flying out of your hand and landing somewhere in the tangled sheets.

Jason hovered directly over you, a wicked smirk on his face as his hands immediately found your most ticklish spots."Please! Stop! I give up !" you shrieked, twisting and turning beneath him, your hands uselessly trying to swat his wrists away as tears of laughter pricked your eyes.

"You know..," he muttered beneath his lips, his fingers digging lightly into your sides, keeping you pinned to the mattress."

"You know what?" You gasped for air, your face completely flushed."

"my shirts look better on the floor too." Then leaned in to give you a kiss, maybe it will be a long day for the both of you.

Protecting you from those fuck ass guys.

Jason is a lot of things, but patient with anyone disrespecting you is absolutely not one of them. Growing up on the streets of Gotham gave him a zero-tolerance policy for scum, and the fact that HE IS…Red Hood, could get words when someone disrespects you.

The first time it happened, you were just walking a few paces ahead of him at a local night market while he stopped to pay a vendor.

A couple of sketchy guys cornered you, blocking your path and throwing out disgusting, aggressive catcalls. Before you could even leave immediately , a massive, heavy shadow loomed over you.

Jason didn't say a single word. He just stepped directly between you and them, his eyes dead and freezing cold.

He cracked his knuckles, the sound loud in the sudden silence, and stared them down until their smirks completely vanished. They took one look at his broad shoulders and the sheer promise of violence in his posture and literally stumbled over their own feet trying to run away.

And just asked if you were okay and how you shouldn’t leave his side.

But the most intense time was a few weeks later outside a diner late at night. One drunk, arrogant jerk refused to take no for an answer, actually reaching out to grab your wrist when you tried to walk past him.

You didn't even have time to look or scream, since Jason came on his feet quickly.

In a split second, he had the guy’s wrist twisted behind his back, forcing him to his knees with a sickening crack.

The guy’s buddy tried to throw a punch at Jason’s face, initiating a full-blown fist fight—which was honestly pathetic, because Jason is a trained weapon and this guy was absolute scum. And this was genuinely so pathetic and he dealt with words.

Jason effortlessly dodged the wild swing, ducking low before driving a brutal, heavy hook right into the guy's jaw.

The jerk went down instantly, hitting the pavement like a sack of bricks. Jason didn't even break a sweat. He stepped over the groaning mess, grabbed the collar of the first guy who had touched you, and slammed him against the brick wall.

"If I ever see your face again," Jason hissed, his voice dropping into a terrifying tone that made the guys visibly shake, "they won't find enough of you to bury. Clear?"

The guy nodded frantically, tears welling in his eyes from pure terror. Jason dropped him like trash, entirely unbothered, and immediately turned back to you.

The guy nodded frantically, tears welling in his eyes from pure terror. Jason dropped him like trash, entirely unbothered, and immediately turned back to you. With a murderous glare completely melted off his face the second his eyes landed on you.

He rushed over, his large hands gently cupping your face, his fingers searching for any scratches. "Did he hurt you? You okay?" he asked, his voice suddenly soft, sweet, and frantic with worry.

Once you assured him you were fine, he pulled you into a tight, crushing hug, pressing a fierce kiss to the top of your head while the jerks scrambled away in the background.

Jason's grip on your hand is incredibly tight, almost white-knuckled, as the two of you walk away from the diner.

You can feel the adrenaline still pulsing through his veins. His broad shoulders are tense, set in a rigid line, and his eyes are still scanning the dark alleyways, his jaw clenched so hard you can see the muscle ticking.

You know exactly what just happened. If you hadn't been standing right there, those guys wouldn't have just walked away with a few broken bones and bruises.

Jason could have killed them on the spot without blinking.

"Jay," you say softly, pulling back gently on his hand to slow his frantic pace. "Jason, stop for a second. Look at me."

He halts, turning his body toward you, but his eyes are still darting around. You step closer, placing your free hand flat against his chest, right over his racing heart. You feel the heavy, thudding rhythm against your palm. You begin to trace slow, deliberate circles over his shirt, using the same soothing touch he always uses to ground you when you're anxious.

"I'm okay. See? I'm right here," you whisper, looking up into his tense face. "You protected me. You got them away from me. But it's over now. You can let it go."

Jason stares down at you, his chest heaving as he takes a deep, ragged breath.

The rigid tension drains from his posture, and his tight grip on your fingers softens into a gentle, lingering squeeze. He leans his forehead down against yours, closing his eyes as he lets out a long, shuddering sigh, utterly relieved that you are safe in his arms.

Motorcycle rides just to go get burgers .ᐟ.ᐟ

You look up at him, your fingers still tracing the warm skin of his back as you give him your best pleading look. "Jason, can we go ride out? Please?" you begged him.

Jason lets out a low rumble of a laugh, his lips brushing against your jawline again before he pulls back just enough to look down at you. He tries to look firm, but the fond glint in his eyes completely gives him away. "It’s freezing outside, and you’re currently wearing nothing but my t-shirt," he points out, though a lazy smirk is already playing on his lips.

"But I want burgers," you counter, leaning into his chest. "And I want to go fast."

That does it. Jason defeats easily when it comes to you—and food. "Fine," he groans playfully, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. "But you're bundling up. I'm talking heavy socks, jeans, and my backup leather jacket. I'm not letting my girlfriend freeze on the back of my bike."

Ten minutes later, the lazy apartment aesthetic is replaced by heavy layers. You are securely zipped into a jacket that smells deeply of him, your helmet clicking into place. Jason leads you down to the garage, his sleek, dark motorcycle gleaming under the fluorescent lights. The engine roars to life with a powerful, deep rumble that vibrates right through your chest.

Jason mounts the bike, kicking the stand back, and looks over his shoulder at you. "Hop on."

You climb onto the seat behind him, immediately sliding your arms around his waist. Even through the thick leather of his jacket, you lock your fingers together tightly, pressing your chest flat against his broad back. Jason reaches down with one gloved hand, giving your joined fingers a firm, reassuring squeeze—his favorite point of contact—before gripping the handlebars.

"Hold on tight," he calls back over the roar of the engine.

With a twist of his wrist, the bike shoots out of the garage and into the cool Gotham evening. The wind whips past you in a blur of city lights, the adrenaline making you squeeze him just a little tighter.

Jason pulls the motorcycle into the gravel parking lot of a retro, neon-lit burger joint on the edge of the district.

The engine dies with a deep, sputtering purr, leaving only the hum of the overhead lights. Before you can even reach for your straps, Jason is already off the bike. He steps up close, his gloved hands reaching out to unclip your helmet. He slides it off gently, shaking his head with a smirk at your messy helmet hair before leaning down to press a warm, lingering kiss right onto your forehead.

"Told you it'd be freezing," he teases, rubbing his hands up and down your leather-clad arms to warm you up.

He grabs your hand—finger locked tightly in his—and pulls you inside. The place is empty except for an older guy flipping patties behind the counter. Jason orders for both of you, paying in crumpled cash, and you collapse into a vinyl booth

The food comes out hot, wrapped in greasy paper: massive, juicy cheesecakes and a mountain of salty crinkle-cut fries. The two of you eat quickly, talking in quiet bursts, sharing fries, and laughing as Jason tries to explain a ridiculous argument he had with Dick earlier in the week.

Once the food is gone, Jason doesn't immediately move to head back home. He looks out the window at the darkening Gotham skyline, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "Come on," he says, pulling his gloves back on. "I want to show you something."

You ride out again, but this time, he avoids the highway leading back to your apartment. Instead, the bike climbs a steep, winding access road, leaving the neon noise of the city streets behind. The air gets sharper and colder until he finally kills the engine at the edge of an abandoned, structurally sound railway overlook.

When you take off your helmet, the view steals your breath. The entirety of Gotham is spread out below you like a massive grid of glowing amber, yellow, blue, and white lights, reflecting off the dark, glassy water of the river. It’s beautiful, quiet, and completely removed from the chaos down below.

Jason walks up behind you, wrapping his arms securely around your waist and pulling your back against his chest. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. "I come up here sometimes" he murmurs quietly, his fingers squeezing yours. "Wanted to bring you. Happy girl, happy life, right?"

Him and his “work” life .ᐟ.ᐟ

Jason knows exactly how much you worry about him. He knows that every time he puts on the Red Hood helmet and disappears into the Gotham night, your chest tightens with anxiety.

You lose sleep torturing yourself with terrifying what-if scenarios—fearing he’ll get brutally hurt, or worse, that he won't make it back to you at all. And Jason harbors that exact same paralyzing fear for you. He knows that the world full of shady underworld dealings and violent enemies, and the thought of anyone targeting you just to get to him keeps him up at night.

Because he is "legally unemployed" and spends his nights running around as a vigilante, he has to find creative, quiet ways to remind you that he's alive and thinking of you.

When he is out on patrol, perched on some freezing Gotham rooftop, he’ll pull out his phone just to send you a quick, completely out-of-context text to ease your mind.

"Saw a stray cat and dog out together, gave them food. Still alive, don't worry."

"I’m still here, I love ya…miss you too…hope you are sleeping well.

"Just passed that bakery you like. I’ll be home soon, princess."

The next morning, you’ll wake up to find flowers sitting next to your bed side table. Next to it will be a messy, handwritten sticky note in his jagged handwriting: Saw them and thought of my girl. Love you. I always think about you every night.

The Bat-family knows absolutely everything, even when Jason tries his best to keep his private life away from them. They haven’t met you in person yet—Jason is way too protective to drag you into their family dynamic just yet—but they definitely know you exist.

Tim and Dick notice the subtle changes first. During intense briefing sessions at the Batcave, Jason will suddenly glance down at his phone, his rough, scarred face softening into a tiny, genuine smile as he reads a text from you.

"Awhh, Look at him," Dick will whisper loudly to Tim, leaning against the Batcomputer with a massive smirk. "The big, scary Red Hood is blushing at his phone again. Who knew Gotham's most ruthless vigilante had a soft spot?"

Jason immediately snaps his phone shut, his glare returning instantly. "Shut the hell up, Dick. Focus on the mission before I throw a flashbang at your head."

Even Bruce notices how much more relaxed Jason has been lately, his posture less rigid, his temper a tad bit more controlled. They tease him relentlessly about being a lovesick boyfriend, but deep down, they are all quietly relieved that he finally has someone n, keeping him safe from his own self.

But the reality of loving a vigilante caught up to you one terrifying rainy night.

You were sitting on the couch, jumping at every sound, when a heavy, uncoordinated thud hit your window. You rushed over and pushed it open, gasping as Jason practically collapsed through the frame. He was completely banged up, bleeding heavily from a nasty gash along his ribs, his face bruised and swollen under his cracked helmet. He had been jumped by a crew using advanced weaponry, and he was running entirely on adrenaline.

"Hey, hey, I'm okay," he croaked out, his voice weak and raspy as he staggered into the room, leaning heavily against the wall. "Just... took a bad hit. Had to shake 'em before I came here."

You were absolutely terrified. Your hands were shaking so violently you could barely open the medical kit he kept hidden under the couch. Tears blurred your vision as you forced him onto a chair, immediately peeling back his ruined shirt to inspect the damage. You had never done this before. Seeing his blood on your hands made your heart race so fast you felt sick to your stomach, your worst nightmare staring you right in the face.

"Jason, you're bleeding so much," you sobbed quietly, your fingers trembling as you wiped a bloody cloth across his chest. "I can't... I don't know how to do this.…?"

Despite being the one in agonizing pain, Jason immediately reached up with a bloody, un-gloved hand, gently grasping your wrist to steady you. He looked up through his swollen eyes, his expression incredibly sweet and comforting.

"Look at me, princess. Take a breath," he murmured, his voice softening completely as he tried to calm your panic. "You're doing great. It's just a couple of stitches. Guide the needle right through here. I'm right here with you. I'm not going to die."

Holding your breath, you forced your hands to steady, guided entirely by his gentle, encouraging voice. As you carefully stitched his skin back together, he didn't make a sound just to help you not panic and was completely focused on keeping you calm.

When you finally finished and taped the bandage down, you collapsed against his uninjured shoulder, crying out all the built-up terror from the night. Jason wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you into his lap and holding you tight against his chest, murmuring endless apologies for scaring you until you both finally drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, the smell of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon wakes you up. You blink your eyes open to find Jason sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully balancing a homemade breakfast tray on his lap. He looks like absolute hell—his eye is bruised purple, his jaw is swollen, and he moves with a stiff wince—but he is sporting a soft, proud smirk.

"Morning, ma," he murmurs, his voice low and raspy. He places the tray over your lap, leaning down to press a gentle, careful kiss to your lips. "Figured it was the least I could do after making you play medic last night." He jokingly said and chuckled.

It is incredibly sweet, and for an hour, you let yourself relax. He feeds you a piece of toast, lets you trace the fresh bandages on his ribs, and his scars while he keeps his hand resting warmly on your thigh.

The second he finishes eating, Jason starts shifting restlessly. He carefully swings his legs out of bed, groaning under his breath as his stitched-up side pulls painfully. He reaches for his heavy black boots by the door.

"What do you think you're doing?" you ask, your voice instantly flattening.

"Just checking my gear," Jason says casually, not making eye contact as he reaches for his leather jacket. "The crew that jumped me last night—they're still out there. I need to go finish the job before they move locations. Oracle gave me a ping."

He actually thinks he's leaving.

"Yeah, no. Absolutely not happening," you say, snapping at him and sliding out of bed. You march right over, snatching his leather jacket straight out of his hands before he can slide his arms into the sleeves.

"Princess, come on," Jason groans, reaching for the jacket, but his face contorts in pain as the movement tugs at the fresh stitches you spent an hour crying over last night. "I'm fine. I've gone out with worse than this."

"I don't care about your past record, Todd," you say, placing your hands firmly on his uninjured shoulder and pushing him back onto the bed. "You bled all over my floor, you almost passed out in my arms, and your stitches will literally rip open the second you throw a punch. You are staying right here."

Jason stares up at you, completely stunned by your stubbornness. For a second, the dangerous, defiant Red Hood looks like he wants to argue, his jaw clenching tightly. But as he looks at the worried look in your eyes, his broad shoulders slowly deflate. A lazy, defeated grin breaks through his bruised face.

"You're bossy when you're protective, you know that?" he mumbles, letting himself sink back against the pillows. He reaches out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you down onto the mattress right beside him. He wraps his heavy arms securely around your waist, trapping you against his chest so you can't get up either.

Written by Jammy. Please do not copy and paste or feed my work into an AI. This was completely written by me, thank you for stopping by and reading!

[of-many-fandomss]

Jason Todd, who is the definition of ‘my girl can wear whatever she wants, I can fight’. To him, you could be wearing the baggiest, oldest articles of clothing that you own and you would still be the most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes upon. Now, when you two go out together? When you get all dressed up and are downright giddy to show him? Oh, that man is on his knees for you. Whether it is revealing or not, Jason does not care, for you somehow find it in yourself to become more and more stunning every single time he looks at you. Out and about in public, he always has a hand on you in some way. Whether it be on your lower back- or an arm wrapped securely around you- he keeps you close. Nobody in their right mind would take even one glance at the two of you and decide that making a comment about your appearance was a smart idea. And if someone was somehow stupid enough to try, you best believe Jason would be unleashing hell upon them. You’re his girl, and you can wear whatever you want because you are beautiful in everything and nobody can take that away from you. He won’t let them.

[bloomcissa]

he wants you to read to him!

꒰ content ꒱ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ jason todd x gn!reader, fluff

Jason's watching you more intently than usual. 

His eyes always followed you around—never unbearably. Instead, one could imagine that it felt like a safety net.

Or at least today, it's more like his eyes have morphed into hearts.

"Jay? You need something?" you ask, as you fold your laundry. 

Nights like these are rare, when Jason doesn't leave the moment dusk bleeds across the sky. His vigilante gear is shoved into the closet, and the tension in his body finally melts as he sinks into the sheets. 

"Just you." He turns his head to get a better look at you. His eyes trail over your features before they settle on your lips for the briefest moment. "C'mere."

You assume he wants to kiss you, so you do what any sane person dating Jason Todd would do. 

You abandon the jeans you'd been folding and sit on the edge of the bed. Before you can even process what it is that he wants, you're being tugged into the middle. One arm loops around your waist, keeping you tucked against his side like a stuffed animal he can't sleep without.

"What're you—

He hands you a book. The same one he read to you a few days ago. 

"Your turn," he says as if that explains everything.

You blink. "You want me to read to you?" 

Jason shrugs and leans down to kiss the side of your head. "m'not doing the voices tonight," he mutters, breath fanning your ear.

"I'm not doing the voices," you complain. But you're already opening the book to where he left off. 

A sleepy huff escapes him. "Read the book, sweetheart."

"Okay, but without the voices," you say again. And to make your point, you elbow him in the ribs.

he side-eyes you. "Doesn't matter."

"What doesn't?" you ask. 

“the voices.” He tucks his face against your shoulder. "just wanna listen to yours.”

masterlist

[annaevermore]

Thinking about you and Jason Todd being that one couple that gossips about other couples.

The dinner with some of your coworkers and their significant others had been pleasant enough. The food tasted good, the drinks too, but you couldn't help but pick up a weird vibe from a former couple at the table.

After saying your final farewells, you and Jason walked to your car and after some initial superficial comments about the restaurant and the evening in general, you finally said what you had been thinking all night long.

"So..." you start, trying to sound nonchalant, "was it just me or were Alan and Emily acting weird?"

Momentarily shifting his gaze from the road, Jason looked at you with an excited look on his face.

"They were!" he said, and from his tone, you could tell he had more to add to the conversation. "I mean, did you see the look on her face whenever he would open his mouth? She hates him."

You turned your body in your seat, now fully facing him as he kept driving.

"And I'll tell you more. You know the woman in the green dress on our side of the table?"

He hummed, urging you to continue.

"Rumor has it her and Alan are hooking up," you revealed, earning a look of pure shock from your boyfriend.

"Isn't she engaged as well?" he asked in disbelief.

"That's what I'm saying!"

A moment of silence went by, but the conversation wasn't done yet.

"Do you think she knows? Emily, I mean."

"I don't think she did before tonight. But now she must at least suspect something," you replied.

"I'm telling you, either way, she hates his guts," he said, before adding, "I would hate him too. All he did was talk about his pickleball games."

You laughed at his statement, totally agreeing with him. But at that point you started to feel bad about how judgemental you were being.

"Anyway, that's their life and they can do whatever they want."

"Yeah, no, exactly."

Safe to say that later that night while getting ready for bed, one of you made a comment in passing about the whole situation, and a lot of other observations — how Jason likes to call straight up gossiping — were made.

A/N: What can I say? This man loves Jane Austen after all.

[njghtiee]

not a text, a call !

in which you leave gotham for a not-so-long trip, and a deeply anxious jason tries to hide how much he hates letting you out of his sight, only to refuse to let you go for days the second you return.

Jason had been standing by the counter for twenty minutes, ostensibly making coffee he wasn't drinking, his eyes fixed on the open suitcase lying on the bed down the hall. Every clothes hanger that clicked, every zipper pulled, every small, mundane action of your packing seemed to strike a raw nerve he was trying very hard to cover up behind a posture of bored indifference.

He came down the hallway with that quiet, heavy footed tread of his, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. His arms were crossed tight over his chest, shoulders broad and hunched just enough to betray the tension coiled in his neck.

"You really need three jackets?" he asked, his voice low, gravelly, and entirely lacking its usual casual bite. He gestured toward the bag with a sharp tilt of his chin. "It’s a trip, not an expedition to the arctic. You’re overpacking"

You paused, looking up from the bag where you were trying to fit the last few essentials. A soft, knowing smile tugged at your lips at the sheer transparency of his irritation. "It's cold where I'm going, Jay," you answered gently, folding the third jacket smaller to save space. "And knowing you, if I get a cold while I'm away, I'll never hear the end of it."

"I'm serious," he grumbled, refusing to look directly at you, though his gaze tracked your every move through his dark lashes. He stepped fully into the room, crossing over to the bed. Without asking, his large hands reached down to refold a sweater you had just set down. He did it meticulously, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles with unnecessary focus, just to have something to do with his hands. "Flights get delayed. Luggage gets lost. Half the places out there aren’t safe anyway, and you’re going to be carrying all this weight around by yourself."

"I can handle my own luggage, big guy," you replied softly, placing a hand over his busy ones to stop their restless movement. "I've planned out the route, the hotel is in a good area, and it's only a few days. It's going to go by fast."

"A few days is too long," Jason muttered under his breath, his hands coming to a halt under yours, though he didn't pull away.

As you reached down to pack a pair of shoes, his hand caught your wrist. He didn't squeeze, but the weight of his grip was absolute, grounding, heavy, and reluctant. His thumb brushed over the inside of your wrist once, measuring the steady pulse there, before he let out a short, harsh breath through his nose.

"Call me when you land," he commanded softly, the roughness in his voice slipping into something fiercely protective. "Not a text. A call. I don't care what time it is over there. You don't hit the pavement until I know you're off the plane."

"I will," you promised, turning your wrist in his grip so you could press your fingers against his palm. "First thing after I clear customs, I'm calling you. I swear."

He pulled you in then, sudden and unprompted, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and burying his face into the crook of your neck. The embrace was almost suffocating, broad chest pressed solid against yours, his heart thumping a heavy, steady rhythm. For a man who spent half his life pretending he didn't care about anything, the way he held you right before you left was always a full body confession. He didn't say I'll miss you. He just held on until the very last second, his breathing warm and ragged against your skin, letting you carry the weight of his anxiety with you.

Three days later, the return trip felt like a haze of jetlag and noise, but the moment you stepped into the arrival terminal, the atmosphere shifted.

Jason was standing near the edge of the crowd, away from the main flow of traffic, trying, and failing, to look like a regular guy waiting for a flight. He had his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his dark leather jacket, his eyes darting methodically over the faces coming through the gates. The moment his eyes landed on you, the tight, rigid set of his jaw visibly melted.

He didn't wait for you to drag your bag over. He closed the distance between you in four long, urgent strides.

Before you could even speak his name, he had hauled you straight off your feet, wrapping his arms tight around your waist and burying his face deep into your hair. He drew in a long, shuddering breath, taking in the familiar scent of you beneath the stale airport air, and held you suspended for several seconds just to prove to himself that you were actually there, solid and real in his arms.

"You took your sweet time" he muttered into your shoulder, his voice thick and rough. When he finally set you down, he didn't let go. One hand stayed clamped firmly on the back of your neck, his fingers threaded through your hair, while his thumb stroked your cheek bone with an intensity that bordered on fierce. His dark eyes searched your face, scanning every detail as if looking for any sign that the world had bruised you while you were out of his sight.

"Come on," he grunted, taking your heavy bag in his free hand without a second thought, while his other hand immediately slid down to interlock his fingers tightly with yours. "Let's get out of here."

The first night back, the clinginess wasn't loud, but it was absolute.

Jason didn't leave your side. If you went into the kitchen to get a glass of water, you’d turn around to find him leaning against the doorframe, watching you with quiet, hawkish intensity. If you sat on the sofa, he was right next to you, not just near you, but pressed up against your side, one heavy arm draped over your shoulders, pulling you into his side so tightly that your head rested against his chest.

By the second afternoon, the pattern hadn't broken; if anything, he’d settled deeper into it.

You were sitting on the couch trying to read, but Jason had effectively neutralized any possibility of productivity. He was lying down with his long frame stretched out across the cushions, his head resting squarely in your lap. One of his large hands was resting on your knee, his fingers lazily tracing random patterns over the fabric of your pants, while his other arm was tucked around your waist, tethering you to him.

"Jason," you murmured, running a hand through the dark hair at the crown of his head, your fingers catching slightly on the white streak near his forehead. "I need to get up for a second."

A low, rumbling groan came from his chest. His grip on your waist tightened instantly, pulling you down an inch lower.

"No," he said, simple and stubborn, his face burying deeper into your stomach.

"I've been sitting here for three hours."

"Good. You were gone for three hundred. You owe me." He turned his head slightly, peering up at you through dark, heavy lidded eyes. The sharp, violent edge he wore out on the streets of Gotham was entirely stripped away here, replaced by a quiet, protective possessiveness that he only ever allowed you to see. "You're staying right here."

"I was just going to grab my phone" you chuckled, your fingers massaging the base of his neck, feeling the thick tension in his muscles finally give way under your touch.

Jason reached down into his jacket pocket, which was tossed onto the floor beside the couch, pulled your phone out, and set it on your chest without even looking. "There. Problem solved. Don't move."

He brought your hand down from his hair to his mouth, pressing a long, warm kiss to the back of your knuckles, then to your palm, before resting your hand over his cheek. He held it there, his calloused skin warm against yours, his thumb absently rubbing your wrist where he had measured your pulse two weeks ago.

"I hated it," he admitted softly, the room quiet save for the distant murmur of Gotham traffic outside. He didn't look up, but the honesty in his voice was stark, stripped of any bravado. "Place felt like a morgue while you were gone. Couldn't sleep. Every time the floorboards creaked, I thought..." He let the sentence hang, shaking his head slightly.

He shifted, lifting his upper body just enough to rest his chin on your chest, looking up at you with a heavy, unwavering stare. His hand moved to wrap around the back of your neck, his thumb resting gently against your jaw line.

"You aren't going anywhere for a long time," he said, not as a command, but as a quiet, unspoken plea wrapped in his usual rough delivery. "Got it?"

You smiled, thumbing over the small scar near his lip. "Got it"

Jason grunted in satisfaction, leaning up just enough to press a deep, lingering kiss to your lips, slow, deliberate, and full of a quiet hunger that had been building for fourteen days. When he pulled back, he didn't move away; he just rested his forehead against yours, breathing in the quiet safety of the apartment, content to stay exactly where he was for as long as you'd let him.

[bernthralized]

jason todd cannot let you know how badly he's been crushing on you.

anyone could've guessed it by how he treats you. jason was naturally observant, but when it came to you, there was a difference. he'd steady you at the waist whenever you stumbled over your feet, brushed the hair out of your face when the wind was much too strong, wouldn't complain about your whining when something didn't go your way.

dick had noticed way too early: when commotions rose, he'd be at your side, massaging your shoulders and leading you with a hand at the back of your neck -- like right now, where he stood before you to help tie your sneakers.

"i can tie my shoes myself," you scold, yet the glare jason shoots at you, with the dirty bottom of your shoe rubbing against the knee of his pants, is enough to quiet you down. he's fumbling the strings, big fingers making it difficult to deal with the smaller material.

he finishes quick enough, pausing to look up at your face, and suddenly he feels like a love-struck fool. "you just did your nails," he points out, "no way was i about to let you ruin them when they're pretty." you swallow a lump in your throat, the simplest recognition from his part making your stomach feel in twists.

dick clears his throat, a brow raised.

"tell me, again, about how you guys are not a couple?"

"he's just being friendly," you roll your eyes, attempting to hide the flush that forms on your face once jason squeezes your ankle and pushes your shoe away to stand up.

"friendly? the man looks out for you like no one else." you scoff at the absurdity of his accusation. in reality, it was stupid how neither of you had realised it yet. at your side, with his 6'1 build, jason carried your bag over his shoulder, makeup swatches along his hand, and an embarrassing lip stain that never came off when you tested it on him. anyone would think he was doing the service of a tortured boyfriend brought to the makeup counter by his girl.

you glance at each other and then at dick, trying to hold back that common awkward laughter that bubbled its way up whenever someone asked what you both were because, truly, what were you if not a confused pair of regular friends with regular habits that totally never regularly looked at one another like you'd yearn to dig a home deeply between each other's ribs?

jason sniffles, placing his hand over your shoulder. his nose was red from allergies, something about dust in the air being his worst enemy. "yeah, richard, way to make it weird." his tone holds a silent edge, hinting to back off. dick knows it all too well. jason's been pining for so long that he doesn't notice how badly you'd wish for him too.

[m-ozzy]

this is Jason Todd coded which is extremely funny to me because it's jason schmidt

The guy ever ok

[deer1y-beloved]

DO YOU SEE IT THOU

[m-ozzy]

maybe

[deer1y-beloved]

I love him so badly...

[m-ozzy]

agreed

[deer1y-beloved]

he's literally been one of my favorite characters since March 2025 dude ...

like.

my batman slideshow.

it literally says so

[m-ozzy]

Chewing on him ok

[deer1y-beloved]

this whole slideshow is genuinely fucking hilarious

[m-ozzy]

this is Jason Todd coded which is extremely funny to me because it's jason schmidt

The guy ever ok

[deer1y-beloved]

DO YOU SEE IT THOU

[m-ozzy]

maybe

[deer1y-beloved]

I love him so badly...

[m-ozzy]

agreed

[deer1y-beloved]

he's literally been one of my favorite characters since March 2025 dude ...

like.

my batman slideshow.

it literally says so

[magikcheese3]

Boyfriend!Jason Todd x reader headcanons

Because my writing feels like shit lately. Plus these ideas have been stuck in my mind for a while hehe (the third one was inspired by that one couple trend if anyone knows what i'm talking about)

Hope you enjoy it. Feel free to request 👍

Masterlist

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Jason doesn't care about your weight or physical appearance, because he loves every inch of you. And when you say something negative about your body, your insecurities eating at you from within. He takes you by the hand, bringing it close to his lips while placing a slow deliberate kiss on your knuckles. Blue eyes never leaving yours.

It all starts from there, your hands, then your arms and so on. Until he has covered your entire body with at least one kiss, leaving you flushed. Because every part of your body you deemed a "flaw", was something he was crazy over. "You're fucking gorgeous," he'd whisper mid kiss, mumbling into your soft skin. "Don't say otherwise."

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If you ever complained about how your feet were sore after a long walk, or if you ever showed any sign of fatigue while in public. Jason would groan about it at first, rolling his eyes before he scoops you up into his arms. Bridal style. A shriek escaping you from surprise, which only earns you a small smirk from him.

You'd urge him to let you go, claiming you were too heavy for him, or that he was going to be tired for the walk back. But Jason wouldn't let you leave, holding you tight and close as a thumb idly brushes up and down on the side of your thigh. "Babe," Jason looks at you sternly, grinning from ear to ear before leaning in close. Whispering for only you to hear. "I bench twice your weight, I think I'm going to be just fine."

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Every morning, when you're wide awake and preparing breakfast. Jason would sneak up behind you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, head resting in the crook of your neck. And yes, he wakes up shirtless or with a loose t-shirt.

You greet him even if you're startled, asking questions like how he slept. Jason doesn't answer, waiting for you to fully look over your shoulder. And when you do - with strong steady hands - he twists you around until he's towering over you. You look up at him, flustered and stunned. "Jason?" you mumble. Gasping slightly as he bends down, lifting you onto the counter top. Standing in between your thighs.

He leans in - slowly - eyes glaring at you playfully. Lips mere inches away from yours, but then - he stops. Opening the cupboard that you were standing in front of. Leaving you shocked and absolutely embarrassed, while he earns countless slaps on his back from you.

Bonus!:

When you wake up early in the morning, all smiles and radiant light. Jason would prop onto his elbows, mumbling some grumpy "God your beautiful" before rolling over to hover over you. Then proceeding shower you with kisses all over your face, neck and collar bone.

[m-ozzy]

this is Jason Todd coded which is extremely funny to me because it's jason schmidt

The guy ever ok

[deer1y-beloved]

DO YOU SEE IT THOU

[m-ozzy]

maybe

[deer1y-beloved]

I love him so badly...