Im so Jason pilled rn can you do a Jason Todd fluff/comfort plspls I’ve got a really specific situation in mind 😭 Need him to take care of his sick girlfriend while they were havinf a “slumber party” in the manor with the whole family and Jason just wouldn’t leave his gf
The One
Jason Todd x fem!Reader
warning: fluff, sick reader, everyone being chaotic (are we surprised?), sassy damian, duke being a sweetheart (I love this guy sm)
A/N: I LOVE THISSSSS AHHHH THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST. It seems like my obsession with Jason is only growing… Honestly, I don’t mind.
The living room at the manor was covered in blankets and almost empty bowls of popcorn while some random movie played ignored in the background because nobody in the room could stop talking long enough to actually watch it. Dick was loudly explaining why his movie choice was superior, Steph kept throwing gummy bears at him every time he spoke and Tim looked half asleep beneath three blankets despite claiming he wasn’t tired.
Somewhere near the fireplace, Damian sat with a judgmental expression like participating in movie night was personally beneath him despite the fact that he had been there for two hours already.
Jason sat curled up on the couch with you practically glued to his side. Actually no, correction. You were basically laying on top of him at this point.
Your head rested against his chest while his arms stayed wrapped tightly around you beneath the blanket, one hand constantly moving between your forehead and your neck checking your temperature every five minutes like he didn’t trust the thermometer Alfred already used.
“Jay,” you mumbled hoarsely. “if you check my fever one more time I’m biting you.”
“You threaten me like this while I care about you? You wound me.” he says with fake hurt in his voice.
“You gave me orange juice and panic.”
Jason looked offended. “I also gave you cough drops.”
You sighed dramatically before immediately coughing afterward. Jason’s expression changed instantly, concern replaced teasing so fast it almost made your chest hurt.
“Easy there,” he murmured, rubbing your back carefully. “Baby, your throat still hurts?”
“A little.”
“A little…” he repeated skeptically like he didn’t believe you for a second. You looked miserable. Your cheeks were warm from fever, your voice sounded wrecked and every time you swallowed your face pinched slightly like it hurt. Jason had noticed every single symptom immediately the second you arrived at the manor earlier. Now he refused to let you move more than three feet away from him. Not that you had much energy to argue anymore.
“You know,” Dick said from the floor nearby, “normal people usually avoid getting close to sick people.”
Jason didn’t even look away from you. “Good thing none of us are normal.”
“Speak for yourself!” Tim muttered sleepily, acting like he is the only person in the room knowing damn well he is the quite opposite.
“You fell asleep in a moving car and woke up in a Taco Bell parking lot once.”
“That happened one time.” Tim silently yells as he tries to defend himself.
“Three times.” Duke corrected while walking into the room carrying medicine and bottled water. Honestly, Duke had silently accepted the role of responsible older sibling at this point. Without saying a word, he handed you the medicine while Jason adjusted the blanket around your shoulders again.
“You’re an angel.” You told Duke seriously.
“I know.” Duke replied calmly with a small smile on his face. You swallowed the medicine carefully before collapsing right back against Jason’s chest with a miserable groan.
Jason immediately rested his chin against the top of your head. “Poor thing.”
“You’re enjoying this.”
“What? Taking care of my sick girlfriend?”
“You’ve called me baby thirty six times tonight.”
“That’s actually lower than usual.” yeahhhh that sounds right. That is actually lower than usual.
Across the room, Damian looked up from his book with visible annoyance before muttering something under his breath in Arabic. Cass immediately covered her mouth trying not to laugh.
Jason narrowed his eyes. “What did he say?”
Damian looked completely unbothered while tossing a piece of popcorn directly at Jason’s forehead with sniper level precision.
“He said you’re behaving like an overprotective stray dog.” Bruce translated nonchalantly.
“I am going to throw you into an active traffic,” Jason informed Damian flatly. Damian didn’t even bother looking up even though Jason just threw an active thread towards him.
“You would have to release your mate first.” The room went dead silent. Dick choked. Steph wheezed so hard she fell off the couch laughing.
Jason looked genuinely horrified. “I’m sorry now… my what?”
Damian looked back down at his book calmly. “You heard me.”
Meanwhile your feverish brain completely collapsed while heat rushed to your face.
“Oh my god.” Steph gasped between laughs. “He’s actually blushing.”
“I hate you all.” Jason muttered.
“You love us.” Dick corrected immediately.
“I specifically love like three people here.” You smiled weakly into Jason’s hoodie while his arm tightened slightly around you. Even embarrassed out of his mind, he still kept rubbing slow circles against your back. Damian glanced up one final time before muttering something else in Arabic while shaking his head.
“What did he say now?” Jason asked suspiciously.
Bruce answered immediately. “He said if Y/N falls asleep on you, you’re legally not allowed to move.”
Jason looked down at you curled against his chest. Then shrugged once.
“Wasn’t planning to anyway.”
