Relieved to be Wrong (Jason Todd x Reader)
Request from: Anonymous
Prompt: “Can you write a reader x Jason Todd where she’s bffs with dick and Jason thinks they’re hooking up (but they’re not) and he gets jealous”
Warnings: Swearing and anger
Jason had accepted that you were close friends with his older brother; he did. He wasn’t bothered about it when the two of you started dating, and he definitely wasn’t bothered by it now. Why should he be? You gave him plenty of attention and affection everyday, you always put him above all others- just as he put you above everyone else, and you had even moved into an apartment together. That was how things have been for the past few months, until recently.
Recently, the most time you’d spend together was to give the other a hasty kiss goodbye as one of you left to work; he didn’t see anything very suspicious of this, because you both led busy work-lives-- he just so happened to work at night, while you worked during the day. On your days off, you’d usually spend the whole day with him, in order to catch up, chat, and simply banter with one another. However, recently on your days off, it seemed as though you always had plans with Dick. He hadn’t even made that connection himself, until his own best friend pointed out: “They’ve really been hangin’ out a lot recently, huh?”
Jason simply shrugged Roy off at that statement, taking it as him speaking mindlessly out of boredom while they waited for their target to arrive on schedule. Once he got home after a job well done, however, he noticed that you weren’t in bed, and that’s when his mind went back to the statement and suddenly his thoughts were sporadic.
It led him to where he’s at now, pacing back and forth in an empty bedroom, with a hand up to his chin and his brows furrowed in thought. He huffs through his nose as his thoughts continue.
You had taken some rain checks with him in the past, saying that Dick was in Gotham and you didn’t want to miss the chance to say hi; to which he didn’t mind all that much because he always had more work to do and it made sense. Dick lived in Blüdhaven, so of course you’d want to catch up while he visited- he had no worries because he and you had other days to spend with one another. However, none of his visits have ever been this long, and Jason was sure that by now Dick would be bothering him about how he’s missed him and it’s been so long.
He’d never take Dickhead to be a homewrecker though; especially not to his younger brother who he always claimed he cared about. It made no sense, and the more he continued to think about it, the more terrible the scenarios became.
He started to turn from slightly concerned with his thoughts, to completely and utterly pissed off. His steps had become more like stomps, his breathing became heavier, and his whole posture was completely rigid.
“Who the fuck does Dick think he is?!” He suddenly yells, gripping harshly onto a nearby wardrobe with a mirror. He glances up at himself, sees the rage in his eyes, and can’t seem to convince himself that he hasn’t been betrayed.
He pulls out his phone, and speed dials your number. His anger only grows when it goes straight to voicemail, and he leaves a message of: “God fucking dammit!” before redialing. Multiple times.
He all but kicks the front door down by the 10th call, and rushes to his motorcycle, fully intending on finding where you and Dick are, and beating the shit out of his brother while screaming bloody murder. He also feels like crying, but like hell will he let either of you see him vulnerable.
He thinks for a second that he shouldn’t drive like this- with his emotions going absolutely haywire and his entire body trembling from either anger or despair- he’s unsure, maybe it’s both. He hops on anyway, and speeds away.
He’s not sure where to even head, surely you weren’t bold enough to cheat at Wayne Manor- but he’s not sure where else to find his older brother if he’s in Gotham. He settles for just driving wherever the road leads him, and ends up seeing you and Dick standing near a street light. His heart skips two beats, and he suddenly feels nauseous, so he does what any sane man would do. Slam the breaks on and nearly throws himself off his bike.
The action catches both yours and Dick’s attention. You appear to be worried.
“Damn, I should’ve kept track of the time,” You say, the words causing Jason’s grip on the handlebars to become even more fierce, and his face to fall. So his thought process wasn’t wrong. “Here’s your phone back, Dick.”
You begin to head over to Jason, and his hand shoots up to stop you and he finds himself choking on the words he was planning on saying. His voice sounds about as terribly broken as he feels: “What the fuck?”
You look so concerned- so innocent, and that simply angers him more. No way you’re planning on acting dumb. “Jay?”
“What the fuck are you doing with him?”
“I--” You glance back at Dick, who looks equally confused and worried, then back to Jason. “Dick’s back in Gotham for the month, so I’m catching up?”
“Bullshit!” He cries, swinging his leg off and then throwing his bike over to fall to its side. You jump at his outburst, and despite all his anger he winces for startling you. He continues in a lower voice: “Y’know, ‘catching up’ is different from ‘hooking up’ in my book.”
“Hooking-- I-- what?!” You stumble over your words. “Wait? Do you mean?” You again glance back at Dick and have the gall to look both offended and grossed out. “Dick and I are best friends! I mean-” You refer to Dick, “No offense, but ew.”
Dick shrugs and gives a short nod in agreement, as though implying the thought was ridiculous and maybe even uncomfortable.
“Oh, really?” Jason asks. “Then why have you been spending all month with him during your free time? Why didn’t you answer your phone when I kept calling you? Why aren’t you in bed at 4 in the morning?!” He voice cracks a little as he says: “Why’d you have to ‘keep track of time’?!”
“Jay,” You start, your entire demeanor suddenly softening at his broken tone. “I said ‘I should’ve kept track of time,’ because my phone died about two or three hours ago, and I just barely noticed the time and figured you must’ve gotten home and were probably freaking out about where I was. Which is why I asked to use Dick’s phone; I was going to call you to let you know I didn’t get mugged or lying dead in some ditch.” Jason stutters a bit as you continue: “As for spending a lot more time together, Dick’s going on an undercover mission for the next few months, and I’m not sure when I’m going to be able to chat with my bestie next.”
He falls silent after that statement. You walk up to him, and place a gentle hand to his arm, “I’m sorry, Jay. If I had known that I’d give off the wrong impression, I would’ve gone about it differently.”
Jason lets out a long breath, “No, I’m sorry.” He says, looking away with an embarrassed blush on his cheeks. “I honestly didn’t even think anything of it until Roy said something.”
“Ah, so Roy’s the one who made you jealous,” You say, a teasing smirk on your face.
“I wasn’t jealous!” Jay denies. “I was just… concerned!”
Your banter continues after you both say goodbye to Dick, all the way through the ride back home, and it even starts back up when you both wake up in the afternoon. And even though he denied anymore cuddles with your continued jabs of him being jealous, he’s relieved that he was wrong. And he’s relieved that you chose to take the day off to spend with him, even if you end up teasing him the whole time.
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