[gothamdoe]

so kiss me and put me to sleep tonight

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[gothamdoe]

HII this is my first ask ever even tho ive thought about doing for some time noww omggg i justed wanted to say THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH I LOVEEE YOUR WRITING like ive came acrossed a few of your fics and saved them but only just now (when i finished stalking ur page) i found out all of my fav fluff was yours😛🤑🤑just sending this to appreciate you and your fics thankj you soo much NEVVERRR STOP WRITING FOR JASON I BEG YOU I LOVE THAT MAN also if you feel like it id loveee to see more of your nightwing (dick grayson) writing yayay ALSO I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE MEGUMI ‼️‼️‼️thats it byee and tysm again🙏🙏

HIIII HARRO OMG THIS IS THE LATEST RESPONSE EVER IM SO SORRY uni has me in shackles </3 THANKJ YOU SO SO MUCH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY SILLY FICS AND HOW I WRITE THE BOYS LOLOL <3333 HMMHM PERCHANCE I'm trying to find a good time to come back and write so hopefully thats soon ahh T_T THANK YOU AGAIN THIS IS SO SWEET I HOPE UR DOING GOOD ANONIE MWA

[jjooniiberriies]

wouldn’t it be so funny if the the batkids had a secret trigger phrase system for galas? basically, every time bruce says a certain phrase during his speech, a batkid must do a specific unhinged thing.

here are a few examples:

“wayne enterprises is thriving”: jason has to kiss two fingers, point to the ceiling, before downing his glass

“proud to support gotham”: dick must yell “WOO YEAH GOTHAM BABY” like a frat pledge. every time. he once knocked over a senator’s mini canape tower doing it

“community matters”: damian has to silently take the nearest silverware/art/object of value, and pocket it while making unwavering eye contact with the nearest stranger (don’t ask how they managed to convince him to go along with the bit)

“family is everything”: tim sheds one award-winning tear. just one. that never fails to choke up those surrounding him.

and a bonus wildcard rule:

if bruce says anything about “gratitude,” EVERY batkid nods solemnly and whispers “for now.”

and you KNOW that they absolutely keep score as to whoever commits the best. the prize being that the winner gets to choose one (1) rule the others MUST abide by for a whole week.

previous prizes have included:

tim once won and made a house rule that no one was allowed to wake him up for anything (disaster. crime went up, gotham almost burned. but. rules are rules)

damian won and selected “no shoes inside the manor” and enforced it like a warlord (bruce had to brief the justice league in socks. wonder woman took a photo.)

dick made a rule that everyone had to compliment him before asking anything of him. it was hell.

steph (when she gets to play) forced them all to sync their jog cycles for one week (they looked like a mafia flash mob everywhere they went). (bruce was so done).

when tim won he implemented “dramatic pausing” week, where everyone had to stop mid-sentence once a day and stare into the middle distance like a cw protagonist

[seajelllies]

fatson todd my beloved

[robin-vb]

He would get a piercing just to annoy Bruce

[gothamdoe]

down, grayson!

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ golden retriever bf! dick grayson x reader. slightly suggestive fluff. ⭑ you’re trying to get ready for a night out. your very distracting boyfriend resorts to stealing your makeup to get you to stay in.

“Dick.”

“Yeah, baby?” Your boyfriend looks up innocently from the fluffy brush in your hand, where he’s been leaning on the edge of your vanity, watching you get ready.

“Give it back.”

“Give what back?” he says, voice syrup-sweet.

You narrow your eyes at him. “You know what.”

“I’m afraid not.” He leans in to carefully tuck a stray hair behind your ear, acting all oblivious. “I’ve been admiring the most beautiful girl for the past hour, so my apologies if my memory’s a little hazy.”

“Dick!”

“Mm, say my name just like that again.” His grin widens as he leans in to press a slow kiss to the crook of your neck, and you gently swat his bicep. “Keep doing your makeup.”

“Well, that’s going to be a little hard when my lip gloss is missing.”

“Really?” He gasps, hand flying to rest over his heart. “Seems like we have a little thief on our hands.”

“Yeah.” Your eyes trail up to his ear. “Seems like.”

“That’s too bad. Really, it’s a shame. I’ll help you look for it later.”

You look at him quizzically. “You really don’t know?”

He blows out a puff of air, exaggeratedly folding his arms over his chest as he looks into your eyes with a stumped expression. “No clue. This thief got you good.”

You snort. “Last call to fess up.”

“No idea what you’re talking about.”

You grab his tie and tug him down to your eye level from where you sit on your cushiony chair. His breath hitches, lips parting just slightly as your faces hover inches apart.

“It’s right here,” you murmur, nimbly plucking the tube from behind his ear. “Thief.”

“Oh, that. How did that get there?” He laughs and swallows, voice low now. “You know what, baby? Maybe we should just stay in tonight.”

You raise an eyebrow at him as he sinks to his knees. “We RSVP’d to this gala months ago.”

“Yeah. And?” He wraps his arms tighter around your waist, now sitting on the floor, resting his head against the side of your thighs. You comb a hand through his dark hair, and he melts into it, eyes fluttering shut.

“And the cab you booked is on its way in ten minutes.”

“So?” He grins, eyes still closed, then suddenly perks up, his chin now perched on your knees to look up at you.

“So, we need to be leaving by the time it gets here.”

“What if I just tie you up so you can’t leave?”

You laugh. “With what?” you say, bringing a hand to cup his cheek, which he immediately sighs into.

He doesn’t answer—just glances to the side, slow and deliberate, from his tie, to a wing-ding he left on your bed from the night before, to your wrists, then back up to you with a suggestive smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Oh hell no.”

“Hey!” He ducks as you swipe at him with a pillow. “I’m giving you options!”

“Get out, Grayson!”

“That’s not what you were calling me last night,” he teases, dodging another pillow.

You grab another one from the mountain on your bed. “Out.”

“Okay, okay.” He’s laughing even as he retreats to your doorframe, another pillow hitting him square in the chest. “Your aim’s getting better, pretty girl.”

Then he just… stands there watching you. And you stare back at him.

“That is not out, Dick Grayson.”

“What? I am out. As in, side of your room.”

“And I meant out. As in, of my sight.”

“Whaaat?” He lets out a small, wounded noise that sounds suspiciously like a whine, deflating like a scolded puppy. “But I like watching you get ready.”

“Maybe if you didn’t steal my makeup, you would still be.” You shoot him a dirty look, and your broad, six-foot-tall boyfriend—who once bench-pressed an overturned car to save a trapped kitten—pouts. Actually pouts.

“…Okay. Can I still help zip up your dress later?”

“Maybe, if you’re good.”

“Good?” He grins. “I can be good. I’m always good.”

You snort, entirely unconvinced. “We’ll see about that.”

He pouts harder. “Promise me.”

“Fine.” You reach up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss, and he hums happily against your mouth. “I promise.”

After your terrible distraction of a boyfriend leaves to wait somewhere in the kitchen, you finally get to do the last finishing touches on your makeup. You step into the dress, shimmying it up your hips with practiced ease, but for this one, your fingers fumble at the zipper that you can’t quite pull all the way up.

You huff, defeated, and give in.

“Dick,” you call, still struggling in front of the mirror. Not a second later, he’s already eagerly standing behind you.

“Yes, baby?” If he had a tail, he’d probably be wagging it right now.

“Zip me?”

“Thought you’d never ask.” His hand finds the zipper as the other settles on your hip, holding you in place. He looks up at your shared reflection, eyes going soft.

“Hey,” you murmur. “I think you’re going the wrong way.”

“Am I?”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “You said you’d be good.”

“I’m trying,” he breathes, finally tugging the zipper up in one smooth motion. “There.” Both arms are now on your waist, as his eyes meet yours in the mirror.

“You’re beautiful,” Dick says, voice barely above a whisper.

“You always say that.”

“Because it’s always true.”

You roll your eyes, but your breath catches when he presses a kiss between your shoulder blades.

“You know,” he murmurs, lips brushing your skin, “it’s not too late for us to still stay in.”

“Dick…”

“Just saying. You look too good, and I really, really don’t feel like sharing.”

You turn, catching his face in your hands. “And the cab?”

“I paid them already.” You’re still looking apprehensive, and he holds you tighter to his chest, swaying from side to side.

“Come on, baby. Let’s stay in. Watch a movie, order takeout. Maybe even…” he drops his voice to a hushed whisper, “Cuddle.”

You can’t help it, you laugh and his grin brightens at the sound.

“With Haley too, of course.”

“Of course.” You finally let out a sigh, giving him a wry smile. “You are very persuasive, Dick Grayson.”

“I know.” He beams like he’s just won the lottery, and you feel the last bit of your resolve melt away as you meet his gaze in the mirror again, his baby blues darkening.

His fingers ghost along the edge of the zipper and you shiver, despite the warmth radiating off of him in waves behind you.

“Now let me help you out of that dress.”

[gothamdoe]

thinking about jason todd being your autumn boyfriend...

JASON who insists you wear his leather jacket over your cutesy autumn outfits. every single time before you go out, whether it’s for a girl’s day or just a plain old walk around the block to the bookstore or the farmer's market (which of course he accompanies you on), he drapes it over your shoulders like he hasn’t been waiting all summer for the weather to finally give him an excuse.

JASON who is the only one alfred lets into the kitchen and always makes you his sous chef—on chilly sundays he’s pulling up recipes for cinnamon rolls, apple tarts, pumpkin pie, or horchata, looping an apron around your waist, kissing the back of your neck, guiding your hands at the counter, and smirking as when you accuse him of showing off as he pulls trays from the oven one-handed in those teddy bear mitts you gave him, and letting you sneak the first bite because you “earned it.”

JASON who curls up under the blankets with you to watch cozy marathons of gilmore girls, coraline, corpse bride, and of course pride and prejudice. he knows exactly how many marshmallows you like in your hot cocoa and what temperature you like the thermostat at even as it gets colder. 

JASON who wears every single scarf and pair of gloves you knit or crochet or buy for him, and he bundles you up in your own scarf everytime it falls loose in public, laughing at the way your eyes peek out over. he can’t resist grabbing your cheeks to place a kiss your forehead just to see you wrinkle your nose at him. 

JASON who carves pumpkins with you like it’s a competition, insisting on matching costumes every Halloween—last year you were judy hopps and nick wilde, this year he's the flynn rider to your rapunzel.

JASON who's a big old softie at the door on halloween night, letting every kid take fistfuls of candy and chuckling when he sees your raised eyebrow at the quickly depleting bowl, already imagining the chaos if it were your own someday, and reassuring you with a “there’s plenty, sweetheart.” when you think the bowl is empty and your sugar craving finally hits, of course he still has one last piece—tucked between his lips, smirking as he dares you to come take it.

[gothamdoe]

hi! i love your jason fics and if it not too much to ask i would like to request where jason and bat!reader having a fluff or romantic moment on a rooftop after patrol and the other bats on other rooftop just like ‘here they goes again’ but in a endearing way that they know both of them are good for each other. Thank u and have a nice day<3

hi, thank you sm for your request lovely! hope you enjoy <3

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ jason todd x fem reader. fluff. ⭑ after patrol, the batfam tunes in for their favorite rooftop romcom.

Tim squinted from the ledge he was perched on.

“Think they realize we can see them from here?” 

Next to him, Dick shook his head with a grin. “Nah. That rooftop could go up in flames and Jay’d still be making heart eyes at her.”

“Can someone pick me up already?” Damian huffed. “I never get to see.” 

“Maybe when you’re a little older, Dami.”

“No. I demand elevation now.”

“Sorry buddy, no can do.”

“So what’s the bet this time?” Steph raised an eyebrow as Damian went to sulk, swinging her legs. “Five minutes before Romeo starts quoting poetry?”

Tim snorted. “How about two?”

“Oh, you’re all hopeless,” Barbara’s amused voice crackled over comms. “Everyone ready for me to patch you in?”

“Do it! Do it!” Steph and Dick chanted in unison. Orange and pink began to bloom across the sky as the sun dipped lower.

A soft click buzzed through their earpieces, and static briefly filled the channel. Then,

“—ason no, stop moving! I am not kissing you with that cut on your lip.” 

“Then what am I supposed to do while you’re sitting there looking like that?” Jason murmured.

“How about you behave first, mister, and I might consider it later?”

The low, soft chuckle that followed elicits a collective groan from everyone.

“Aaand he’s gone.”

“Dude, he’s been gone.”

“What are they saying?” Damian asked stoutly, still sulking. His tiny head barely met the walled fence of the rooftop, but he was still stubbornly trying to peek. 

“Uh…” Dick exchanged a look with the others who were furiously shaking their heads, before he shot a grin at the youngest, almost a little too quickly.

“They’re saying they’re going to make a honeyed date banquet next week with a tasting panel for Titus and Jerry!”

Damian perked up instantly, eyes wide. “And Bat-cow?” 

“Oh, yup." Dick looks at Tim, help, who just shrugs in response. "And Bat-cow.”

Somewhat satisfied, Damian finally sits down. 

Meanwhile, through their earpieces, the rest of the team leaned closer as the voice of Jason crackles through the channel again.

“Did you hear that?” Steph whispered, nudging Tim.

“Yep,” he replied, suppressing a grin. “I can’t believe he actually—”

“Hurry and pay up.”

“What?”

“Five minutes and a millisecond. I won.”

“You were counting!?”

“Shhh, you two.” Dick lifts a finger to his lips, though a small smile tugged at the corners. “It gets even better.”

As the team fell silent to continue their eavesdropping on the rooftop, they leaned closer to the edge to watch as you cleaned a shallow cut on Jason’s cheek with your med kit. 

“Doc, I think you missed your calling,” he teases.

You respond by swatting him lightly. 

When you finished, Jason caught your wrist and pressed a quick kiss to your knuckles. “Guess I’ll survive another night, thanks to you.”

Steph covered her face in her hands. 

Now your feet dangled off the edge while Jason settled in beside you, shoulder flush against yours. He handed you a thermos.

“Well now I know where my morning tea went,” Dick mutters.

“—Best view in Gotham,” came Jason’s voice, eyes fixed on you rather than the city. Everyone laughs, Dick was right. 

A soft retching noise cut through the air and the team whirled around—only to reveal a disgusted Damian. Tim’s hand flew to his left ear, eyes widening.

“Hey! He’s got one!”

He swiped at Damian’s hand, who dodged just out of his reach. They freeze as your voice floats through the earpiece between his fingers. 

“You always pick the highest rooftop just to show off, don’t you?” 

Under his breath, Dick muttered, “He sure does.” Steph and Tim share a laugh.

“Guilty.” It was getting too dark to see as clearly as they could before, but they didn’t need to in order to know that Jason was smirking. 

“You’re a dork,” you laugh.

“Yeah? Only for you,” he replied softly, but just loud enough for the earpieces to pick up.

Steph and Tim’s hands fly up to their foreheads, pretending to swoon dramatically. 

“Only for you!” They chorused. 

“I think I just lost five years off my life,” Barbara’s dry voice crackled in their ears. 

Jason leaned closer, hand reaching for yours, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Don’t expect this every time I patch you up. I have other patients too, you know.”

 Jason grinned, tilting his head. “Then I guess I better keep you busy.”

At the same time, the team groans, knowing full well what’s coming next.

“Okay, that’s cute, but I’m officially blinded,” Steph murmured, pressing her hands to her face.

“Me too,” Tim added, shaking his head, and he yanks his earpiece out. “I can’t watch. Or hear.”

“I want to see–”

Dick’s hand covers Damian’s eyes. “Nope.” 

Damian chooses that moment to let out a yawn, and the group chuckles. 

“I think it's past someone's bedtime,” Dick laughs. 

“No! I shall not surrender to slumber until justice has been adequ—” Damian’s protest cuts off as his eyelids droop, and he collapses into Dick’s arms, who catches him effortlessly.

Back at the manor, once Damian was finally tucked in, Dick freezes mid-step, eyes widening.

“Wait…” 

Steph and Tim stopped to look at him.

“The honeyed date banquet.”

“Oh my gosh!” Steph whispered, panicking slightly. “We can’t lie to him… he’s actually looking forward to it.”

Tim nodded. “We have to make this happen.”

Phones were in hand in an instant, thumbs immediately flying over the keys.

Meanwhile, on a rooftop high up above Gotham, the sun has set. 

As the city’s lights twinkled around you, Jason’s head rests comfortably in your lap while you gently stroke his hair. There’s an insistent buzzing against your thigh, and your hand reluctantly stills as you use your free one to fish your phone out of your suit’s pocket. He whines in protest, pressing his forehead into your palm.

You giggle and pat him in consolation, before blinking at the sudden flurry of texts lighting up your screen from the group chat.

richard:

PLEASE DO THE HONEYED DATE BANQUET THING FOR TITUS AND JERRY

stephie weffie <3:

AND BATCOW

richard:

AND BATCOIW

stephie weffie <3:

PLS PLS DAMIAN COULDN’T STOP TALKING ABOUT IT

timtam: 

PLEASE

babs bunny: 

PLEASE

richard: 

PLEASEEEE

you: 

WHAT??? 

i mean i’ll do it but

WHAT????????????????

‎

[chaoticbatfam]

Let it be known Jason Todd grins like an absolute dumbass at any baby he sees

[gothamdoe]

hellooo, i would like to make a request about jason x fem!reader. where the reader comes home after a 3 weeks undercover mission to celebrate jason bday without jason knowing and jason comes home after a patrol to find reader waiting for him with and a homemade cake and a bunch of gifts.

i really love your writings! and tysm!!<3

hi angel, thank you sm for requesting! apologies for posting a day after his bday, hope this is okay <3

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ jason todd x fem reader. fluff. slightly suggestive. ⭑ all jason honestly wanted for his birthday was you and some sleep, but he ends up getting much more than that.

Jason’s not really the type to expect good things after patrol. A shower, maybe, or getting a few more chapters into his book before he knocks out in bed, if he’s lucky.

Ugh, his bed. That’s a whole different matter—hardly worth crawling into without you there to wake up beside him. He doesn’t bother with marking up his calendar, save for a few events here and there, thanks to Dick’s persistent nagging, but whenever you’re away like this he can’t help counting down and crossing out the days until you’re back. What’s a vigilante supposed to do when his beautiful girlfriend goes on a three week long covert ops mission?

Just a few more days. A few more days, and this torturous wait will all be worth it and he can finally, finally hold you in his arms again.

The hallway’s dark as usual, save for the warm glow bleeding from beneath his apartment door. Weird.

Jason knows for a fact that he left the lights off. Did his address get leaked? He hasn’t made a rookie mistake like that in years. He’s already running down a list of all the backup safehouses he has in his head, thinking through contingencies.

Relocating your plant collection isn’t the problem, but finding a coffee shop that lives up to your standards like the one down the street... that’ll sure be a process.

He grumbles out a yawn, hand already resting on the gun at his hip as he turns his key. Let’s get this over with.

”Surpri—oof!”

Jason freezes, chest pressed firm against the intruder’s back, one hand pinning an arm behind them and the other braced into the couch. His eyes lock onto ones that he’s admired a million times before, now blown wide with surprise as you glance back at him over your shoulder.

“Baby?” His voice is rough with disbelief. Is he hallucinating?

Flour dusts the ridiculously cute apron tied over your nightgown, and if that didn’t short circuit his already groggy brain, then the small pout tugging at your lips definitely does. You look soft and impossibly pretty, caught under him with a tumble of messy hair falling into your face that makes his heart do a drop kick, hard against his ribs.

”Hey Jay.” You grin back at him. “If I’m being honest, I wasn’t expecting to be in this position until after cake.”

Jason laughs, relief bleeding into disbelief, and he quickly lets go of your wrist. He pulls you in immediately, guiding you onto his lap as an apology for manhandling you. He buries his face in your hair, drawing small circles into your back as he presses his nose to the crown of your head, taking a deep breathe of his favorite …scent?

“Uh,” Jason lets out a low chuckle. “Why do you smell like smoke?”

”Oh—I saved a plane from crashing earlier. But that’s not important!”

“Not important? Sweetheart, that’s amazing. You’re amazing.” He amends, pressing a kiss to your forehead and back your hair with a hand. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you…” You offer him a shy smile, and his chest warms as you snuggle up to him.

“Thought you weren’t supposed to be back till Friday, though,” he murmurs, voice going soft against your hair. You pull back to blink up at him through your lashes—isn’t that today?—and he laughs at how you try to look innocent. He really did miss you, a lot.

Jason finally takes a good look around the apartment, and blinks again, harder this time. Maybe the exhaustion’s really gotten to him, because there’s no way all of this is real.

Balloons drift lazily against his ceiling. Streamers that look like you wrestled with them for an hour before finally winning gracing the walls. A crooked banner—of course only a tiny bit—contrasting its neatly painted words that read Happy Birthday, Jason! in your handwriting.

His chest aches so suddenly he has to rub at it with the heel of his palm.

“Is all this… for me?” His voice is rough, betraying him. He almost completely forgot. Today’s his birthday, and of course, it makes sense now, you came home early to remind him.

You nod, eyes crinkling. “’Course. Who else?”

God, you. Always you. He’s not the type to need much—give him a book and some quiet and he’s set—but you’ve always given him that and more. You notice the little things, the gaps he doesn’t realize are there until you’re filling them with warmth and care.

“Thank you, sweetheart. You really know how to make a guy feel special,” he manages, even as his throat tightens.

“That’s because you are.”

He huffs out a laugh, trying not to melt entirely, but then you’re slipping out of his lap with that grin that means you’re up to something. Jason’s reluctant to let you go so soon, his lap feels too empty, too quickly, and he almost calls you back—but you’re already straightening from where you were digging behind the couch, your hands full.

“Wait—what’s this?”

“A little something,” you say, suddenly sheepish. “Well… a few somethings.”

Jason stares as you set a neatly wrapped package in his lap, the red ribbon perfectly tied. His fingertips hesitate on the wrapping paper. “You didn’t have to—”

“Jason.” Your tone cuts him off gently. “Open it.”

He does, slow at first, then quicker when the corner reveals the familiar embossed spines of a collector’s edition set of classic books he’s been eyeing for months. Nestled alongside is a weighty fountain pen in its case, sleek and polished, the kind of thing he never would’ve bought for himself. His chest feels tight all over again.

“Sweetheart…” He swallows, thumb brushing over the pen like it might vanish. “This is… wow.”

“You like it?” You’re biting your lip, waiting, worried in that way you always get, even when you’ve put your whole heart into something and got the details down to a T.

Jason looks up at you, his expression raw, and shakes his head. “Like it? I love it.” His voice dips quieter. “Almost as much as I love you.”

The way your face lights up right then—it’s almost enough to undo him completely. He’s still reeling from it when you disappear again, this time into the kitchen, reemerging with the glow of the candles dancing across your features.

He takes in the little details, can tell that you must’ve taken lots of care in the way you spelt his name with a heart next to it in homemade cream cheese frosting. Red velvet, just like the ones that he had growing up back at the manor. You must have asked Alfred for the recipe.

Jason’s already halfway gone before you even sing a word, starstruck eyes gazing at you.

“Should I be worried?” He suddenly teases, clapping while nodding towards the cake in your hands after you finish your cute little song. His face hurts from grinning so much, and he reaches an arm around your waist to bring you to his lap again.

”No!” You huff. “That smoke was from the plane, not when I was baking!”

”You sure?”

”Only way to know is to try a slice.”

The hand he’s been resting against the small of your back nimbly tugs at the knotted bow of your apron, and grins when you gasp, finally taking notice that it’s undone from the way it starts slipping down the silk of your gown. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”

”Jason Peter Todd!” You slap his bicep hard, face flushed, and he chuckles, relishing the way your thighs heat up so much that he can feel their warmth through the fabric of his cargos. It’s a familiar tell he never gets tired of provoking, always finding new ways to push your buttons until you give it to him. “Put those hands up.”

He raises his arms in surrender, looking anything but guilty with that smirk on his face. “Yes ma’am.”

You roll your eyes, holding the cake up for him.

Jason swallows hard, leaning closer before he even realizes he’s moving. He blows the candles out fast—too fast—because the need to get to his real gift outweighs tradition, before he cups the back of your neck and kisses you.

“Hey,” you murmur against his mouth, laughing softly. He’s somehow gotten frosting on his cheek and onto yours in the process. “That was way too quick. Did you even make your wish?”

He smirks, forehead brushing yours. “Yeah, I did.”

“And? What is it, birthday boy?” you press, and his grin grows wider at the way your breath hitches when he leans in again.

“I think you already know,” Jason whispers into the space between your lips before claiming another sweet kiss.

Wish granted.

[gothamdoe]

ahhhh thank you so much for writing my request! jason is so down baaaaad and it is very lovely i will cherish it forever in my heart🖤

ahhh of course lovely, it was my pleasure!! i'm so happy you enjoyed it hehe thank you for such a fun request ♡♡

[gothamdoe]

hi! i love your jason fics and if it not too much to ask i would like to request where jason and bat!reader having a fluff or romantic moment on a rooftop after patrol and the other bats on other rooftop just like ‘here they goes again’ but in a endearing way that they know both of them are good for each other. Thank u and have a nice day<3

hi, thank you sm for your request lovely! hope you enjoy <3

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ jason todd x fem reader. fluff. ⭑ after patrol, the batfam tunes in for their favorite rooftop romcom.

Tim squinted from the ledge he was perched on.

“Think they realize we can see them from here?” 

Next to him, Dick shook his head with a grin. “Nah. That rooftop could go up in flames and Jay’d still be making heart eyes at her.”

“Can someone pick me up already?” Damian huffed. “I never get to see.” 

“Maybe when you’re a little older, Dami.”

“No. I demand elevation now.”

“Sorry buddy, no can do.”

“So what’s the bet this time?” Steph raised an eyebrow as Damian went to sulk, swinging her legs. “Five minutes before Romeo starts quoting poetry?”

Tim snorted. “How about two?”

“Oh, you’re all hopeless,” Barbara’s amused voice crackled over comms. “Everyone ready for me to patch you in?”

“Do it! Do it!” Steph and Dick chanted in unison. Orange and pink began to bloom across the sky as the sun dipped lower.

A soft click buzzed through their earpieces, and static briefly filled the channel. Then,

“—ason no, stop moving! I am not kissing you with that cut on your lip.” 

“Then what am I supposed to do while you’re sitting there looking like that?” Jason murmured.

“How about you behave first, mister, and I might consider it later?”

The low, soft chuckle that followed elicits a collective groan from everyone.

“Aaand he’s gone.”

“Dude, he’s been gone.”

“What are they saying?” Damian asked stoutly, still sulking. His tiny head barely met the walled fence of the rooftop, but he was still stubbornly trying to peek. 

“Uh…” Dick exchanged a look with the others who were furiously shaking their heads, before he shot a grin at the youngest, almost a little too quickly.

“They’re saying they’re going to make a honeyed date banquet next week with a tasting panel for Titus and Jerry!”

Damian perked up instantly, eyes wide. “And Bat-cow?” 

“Oh, yup." Dick looks at Tim, help, who just shrugs in response. "And Bat-cow.”

Somewhat satisfied, Damian finally sits down. 

Meanwhile, through their earpieces, the rest of the team leaned closer as the voice of Jason crackles through the channel again.

“Did you hear that?” Steph whispered, nudging Tim.

“Yep,” he replied, suppressing a grin. “I can’t believe he actually—”

“Hurry and pay up.”

“What?”

“Five minutes and a millisecond. I won.”

“You were counting!?”

“Shhh, you two.” Dick lifts a finger to his lips, though a small smile tugged at the corners. “It gets even better.”

As the team fell silent to continue their eavesdropping on the rooftop, they leaned closer to the edge to watch as you cleaned a shallow cut on Jason’s cheek with your med kit. 

“Doc, I think you missed your calling,” he teases.

You respond by swatting him lightly. 

When you finished, Jason caught your wrist and pressed a quick kiss to your knuckles. “Guess I’ll survive another night, thanks to you.”

Steph covered her face in her hands. 

Now your feet dangled off the edge while Jason settled in beside you, shoulder flush against yours. He handed you a thermos.

“Well now I know where my morning tea went,” Dick mutters.

“—Best view in Gotham,” came Jason’s voice, eyes fixed on you rather than the city. Everyone laughs, Dick was right. 

A soft retching noise cut through the air and the team whirled around—only to reveal a disgusted Damian. Tim’s hand flew to his left ear, eyes widening.

“Hey! He’s got one!”

He swiped at Damian’s hand, who dodged just out of his reach. They freeze as your voice floats through the earpiece between his fingers. 

“You always pick the highest rooftop just to show off, don’t you?” 

Under his breath, Dick muttered, “He sure does.” Steph and Tim share a laugh.

“Guilty.” It was getting too dark to see as clearly as they could before, but they didn’t need to in order to know that Jason was smirking. 

“You’re a dork,” you laugh.

“Yeah? Only for you,” he replied softly, but just loud enough for the earpieces to pick up.

Steph and Tim’s hands fly up to their foreheads, pretending to swoon dramatically. 

“Only for you!” They chorused. 

“I think I just lost five years off my life,” Barbara’s dry voice crackled in their ears. 

Jason leaned closer, hand reaching for yours, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Don’t expect this every time I patch you up. I have other patients too, you know.”

 Jason grinned, tilting his head. “Then I guess I better keep you busy.”

At the same time, the team groans, knowing full well what’s coming next.

“Okay, that’s cute, but I’m officially blinded,” Steph murmured, pressing her hands to her face.

“Me too,” Tim added, shaking his head, and he yanks his earpiece out. “I can’t watch. Or hear.”

“I want to see–”

Dick’s hand covers Damian’s eyes. “Nope.” 

Damian chooses that moment to let out a yawn, and the group chuckles. 

“I think it's past someone's bedtime,” Dick laughs. 

“No! I shall not surrender to slumber until justice has been adequ—” Damian’s protest cuts off as his eyelids droop, and he collapses into Dick’s arms, who catches him effortlessly.

Back at the manor, once Damian was finally tucked in, Dick freezes mid-step, eyes widening.

“Wait…” 

Steph and Tim stopped to look at him.

“The honeyed date banquet.”

“Oh my gosh!” Steph whispered, panicking slightly. “We can’t lie to him… he’s actually looking forward to it.”

Tim nodded. “We have to make this happen.”

Phones were in hand in an instant, thumbs immediately flying over the keys.

Meanwhile, on a rooftop high up above Gotham, the sun has set. 

As the city’s lights twinkled around you, Jason’s head rests comfortably in your lap while you gently stroke his hair. There’s an insistent buzzing against your thigh, and your hand reluctantly stills as you use your free one to fish your phone out of your suit’s pocket. He whines in protest, pressing his forehead into your palm.

You giggle and pat him in consolation, before blinking at the sudden flurry of texts lighting up your screen from the group chat.

richard:

PLEASE DO THE HONEYED DATE BANQUET THING FOR TITUS AND JERRY

stephie weffie <3:

AND BATCOW

richard:

AND BATCOIW

stephie weffie <3:

PLS PLS DAMIAN COULDN’T STOP TALKING ABOUT IT

timtam: 

PLEASE

babs bunny: 

PLEASE

richard: 

PLEASEEEE

you: 

WHAT??? 

i mean i’ll do it but

WHAT????????????????

‎

[gothamdoe]

hi lovelies! (´▽｀) i’m temporarily opening requests as a fun little event for jason’s birthday, don’t be shy to send them to my inbox!

‧₊˚♪ ─── rules ─── ♪ ₊˚⊹

1. fluff and/or comfort only, please!

2. can include the rest of the batfam (of course!)

3. being birthday related is optional!

4. unless requested otherwise, i will default to writing a for fem! reader because it’s what i’m most comfortable with, but feel free to ask for gender neutral!

[gothamdoe]

uh, what hood?

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ jason todd x fem reader. fluff. ⭑ your boyfriend really can't hide anything from you, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

“You okay?”

The voice is pitched lower than normal. Rough, heroic. He even tries to mask it with a cough.

You squint.

One moment you’re stepping into traffic, the next— a blur of red and black. Your heels brush against the sidewalk as you're yanked back and carried by strong, gloved arms around your waist and under your thighs, before being deposited gently onto the concrete.

Red Hood tilts his head.

You tilt yours right back.

“Jason,” you say softly. “It’s you.”

He straightens so fast it's like he's the one that almost got hit by that car instead, the voice modulator doing nothing to hide the slightly nervous undercurrent in his tone. “What—what? No. I—I don’t even know —what’s a Jason?”

You huff and drop your arms from Not Jason’s neck, but your jelly knees betray you and the world tilts slightly. You don’t even get the chance to stumble as a gentle hand on your waist steadies you.

He nearly laughs and breaks his cover when you cross them in front of your chest. You look about as intimidating as a kitten in a basket.

“You smell like that hoodie you gave me last week. Like earl grey tea and printer ink and that marshmallow pumpkin latte hand sanitizer on my tote bag that you always steal.”

Not Jason goes completely still. 

“And you said ‘you okay?’ in the exact same voice you use when you trip over the coffee table trying not to wake me from a nap.”

"..."

You raise a brow. “Also, your boots are untied. Again.”

He glances down to notice you're right, then looks back at you. Your eyes catch the faint smudge of ink on the tips of his gloves—probably from the fresh stack of essays he was grading before heading out. You stare right back at him through his mask.

“Did you even eat the lunch I packed for you today?” you ask innocently.

“Yup. All of it,” he says, puffing out his chest.

You respond with a thoughtful, hum of amusement.

He groans.

“Shoot.”

Caught red-handed.

You’re his girl alright, just too smart for your own good.

That, and he'd rather eat Dick’s cooking while reading a thousand essays using ‘your’ and ‘you’re’ wrong than lie to you anyway.

“You’re really bad at secret identities,” you murmur, snuggling closer into his chest to hide the little smirk on your face. “But it’s okay. I won’t tell.”

Jason softens. Then lets out a low, awestruck laugh, and pulls you flush against him. 

“…You think I smell like printer ink?”

“In a nice way.”

[gothamdoe]

enchanted

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ lyney x fontaine noble!fem reader. fluff. ⭑ the great magician may perform for all the crowds of teyvat, but he only has eyes for you.

Streams of starlight spill onto the world-renowned stage of the Opera Epiclese. With a grand flourish of his hat in one hand and his twin's in the other, the duo's silhouettes dip into one final, graceful bow. Ever the crowd-pleaser, Lyney throws one last little wink at the audience, making sure that they don't leave before getting their money's worth.

As the theatre erupts in cheers, his eyes sweep across the perimeter, the sound crashing over him like a roaring wave. Every night, no matter how large the crowd, there's only one person's attention that he's truly vying for.

Every night, it was yours.

You're impossible to miss—not just from your undeniable beauty, but from the way you're clapping and bouncing about from your private balcony. The dress he picked out for you last week hugs you perfectly, catching the lights just right, and the delicate necklace around your neck bears your family crest, unmistakable to anyone familiar with Fontaine’s elite. 

With a barely concealed laugh, his gaze locks onto yours. You melt under the softness in his lavender eyes, the mischief already twinkling there as he cheekily blows you a kiss, that half-lidded gaze of his making your heart pitter-patter, daring you to resist his charms.

Your face flushes adorably, lips pressed together in a sweet pout. So he thinks he’s won, huh?

At the sight of your reaction, Lyney’s heart stutters pathetically in his chest. His breath catches, and for a moment, the applause, the lights, the crowd itself melt away. 

He almost doesn’t notice the subtle nudge of Lynette at his side, reminding him to signal for the curtains to fall, the final cue of the show.

His focus is entirely on you, and for a heartbeat, he feels completely spellbound—even a magician of his skill can’t hope to counter the magic you wield, a type of enchantment far beyond any trick with cards or rabbits out of hats. It’s a power entirely your own, capable of unraveling him in a way no illusion ever could.

You excitedly mouth his name. He melts, whispering yours under his breath with the same fervor just as you choose that moment to return his kiss, teasing and fleeting, a butterfly of a promise carried on a gossamer breath. 

His own breath catches, the world tilting for a heartbeat, and he barely stops himself from stumbling offstage—an unintended last magic trick of his own.

Lynette sighs softly beside him, steadying her hopeless brother with a calm, knowing hand while waving to you with the other. Flustered, Lyney steals one more glance at you, your eyes meeting his lovestruck ones again as you hide a giggle behind your hand. 

He wonders, not for the first time, if it’s possible to be jealous of air, for he cannot wait to claim the space before your lips with his instead.

After the finale, Lyney practically flies up the grand staircase, each step precise and urgent, coat tails fluttering behind him. The crowd has mostly thinned, but his mind can’t help but race—every lingering spectator is a potential threat to your standing as an heiress among Fontaine’s noble families. Even a fleeting moment of being seen with him, a performer with a reputation of his own, could cause whispers you don’t need.

But you, as always, have other plans. Halfway down the staircase, you throw yourself into his arms, laughing as he stumbles a bit under the sudden weight and warmth of your embrace, yet still catches you with ease.

“Darling… there are people,” he murmurs, one hand firm on your waist, the other lifting slightly as if to shield you from prying eyes. His lavender gaze is stern, though you can see the struggle flicker across his features. You’re already in his arms, and anyone could tell that he would crumble in an instant if you so much as leaned a fraction closer.

“I don’t care!” you tease, pressing against him, lips brushing his cheek before planting a bold, sweet kiss.

Lyney’s breath catches. “Careful,” he murmurs, voice low and velvety, that playful glint back in his eyes. “Or I might be tempted to make you part of the next act… Such beauty should not go unnoticed, but we must still keep some decorum, hmm?”

You giggle, tugging him closer. “I mean, I could get used to this part of the performance…” 

He tilts his head slightly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Now, now, no more distractions,” he whispers, rich with affection. “The show isn’t over yet, sweetheart.”

Even amid the lingering theatre lights and the slowly emptying hall, the two of you exist in a bubble of your own. Lyney leans in teasingly, and you close your eyes, anticipating a kiss. 

You wait… and wait… until impatience nudges you to peek—there he is, with that signature smirk of his, pressing the back of your hand to his lips instead, and cradling your palm against his cheek with a contented sigh.

“I missed you,” Lyney murmurs. “So, so much.”

“You saw me this morning, silly,” you reply with a small laugh.

“Still!” he protests, voice mock-tragic. “That is far too long a time to be separated from the love of my life. Oh, woe is me.”

You roll your eyes, ready to tease him further, but before you can, he draws you in for a sudden, surprise kiss. Your eyes widen, breath catching as his soft, warm lips press against yours.

"Ma belle." Pulling back just enough to grin, breathless and delighted, he says teasingly, “I’ve never heard you make that noise before… such a new, lovely sound.”

Your cheeks flush deeper, warmth pooling in your chest. You can’t help but let out a small, incredulous laugh, half exasperated, half enchanted.

“Well,” you manage to breathe out, “that was… a good kiss.”

“Only a good kiss?” Lyney whines. Then a sly smile tugs at his lips.

“I was hoping for showstopping… " He murmurs, "but perhaps I'll demonstrate again, to be absolutely certain. After all,” Lyney adds, grinning against your lips,

“I must keep perfecting my favorite magic trick.”

[gothamdoe]

GANG GANG GANG SHES BACK OMFGG DO YOU STILL REMEMBER ME I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE CUZ I WENT ON HIATUS WHEN YOU CAME BACK ARGH IM CRYING IN THE MUSIC ROOM RN THANKS TO YOU I MISSED YOU SO MUCH but its been a long while im sorry my bad for the overenthusiasm 🙏🙏 i only just saw you in my notifs heh

welcome back!! i hope uni didnt crush you too much <33 mareanie and i miss you and sylveon much on our walks :((

OMG SUNNY SUNNY SUNNY HIIII YES OFC I REMEMBER U HELLO MY FAVE MOOT AND POKEMON GO BUDDY!!!!!!!! I MISSED U SO MUCH TOO GRRR im so guilty of being active for like a week in the summer on tumblr then i dip lol oops </3 THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE WELCOME BACK luckily uni: 0 and me: 1 this year haha sylveon and i miss u and mareanie too!! :(( expect regular poke go gifts again tho hehe <33

[ciricearts]

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