I use to watch this show called Ben Ten and there was a character who had super cool abilities. It was Ben’s cousin, Gwen and I used her as inspiration for her powers. I hope you all enjoy! Comments are highly appreciated! Jason Todd x Fem!Reader (Reposting because went wrong on my side)
Your head was on his lap, Jason’s free hand running through your hair while the other held his copy of Fahrenheit 451. Normally, he’d read classical novels, but you recommended this to him, which in your words, “means that you can’t say no to me.” He chuckled softly to himself, looking down at you.
You had just fallen asleep, which meant you wouldn’t be up for at least an hour or two. Jason smiled to himself, turning his attention back to the book, but quickly disrupted when Tim made his way into the room, his stupid wrist computer making a ruckus.
“Hey Jay!” Jason shot him a look that would have probably killed Tim if he had the ability.
“Timothy, I’m going to need you to keep it down, all the way, like don’t talk at all,” Jason growled out very lowly, glancing at you and then glaring back at Tim. Tim’s posture tensed before giving Jason a sly smile.
“Sorry,” he whispered. Jason relaxed and closed the book, but keeping his thumb on the page, his index finger on the front cover and his middle finger on the back.
“So, there’s this girl…” Jason raised his eyebrow up slowly, moving the book in his hand in a gesture that affirmed it was okay for him to continue. “And…I just wanted to know…how do you know?”
“When it’s love and not just another stupid crush?” Jason stared at him, before looking down at you. He opened his mouth but closed it. He began to recall all those moments he just knew.
The first time you and Jason met was while he was patrolling. He always thought he’d be the one rescuing the damsel in distress. In his case, he was the damsel and you were his knight. He also didn’t expect his knight to be a vigilante with powers.
It was such a stupid reason, too. How the hell did the Red Hood not shoot a grapple hook gun correctly? A fucking grapple hook gun. Whatever. He’s grateful because that’s how he met you.
He was lifted up, but somehow as he was halfway up the size of the building, he started falling. Jason being Jason always came prepared no matter how many times his brothers, specifically Demon Spawn, gave him shit for being the “reckless one.” He quickly pulled out another one, but before he shot it, he had stopped falling. He was actually standing. Glancing down, he noticed he was mounted on a pink, see-through platform of energy.
“I thought you were the perfect marksman,” he heard a laugh from above, throwing his gaze onto the fire escape above him. Your hand was held out, the same pink energy encircling it. His gaze went from your hand to the rest of you and honest to whatever God there was, Jason wanted to throw a snide remark, but the man was standing on energy, energy that you were controlling. His left hand twitched by his thigh, aching for a gun. “I wouldn’t, Hoodie. I’ll let you continue your journey to the asphalt if that’s what you want,” you grinned, squatting on the railing you had stood on, your free hand reaching down to take hold on the railing. You never trusted your balance, but hey, you just saved the Red Hood, you needed to at least appear like a badass.
Jason instead crossed his arms across his chest and tilted his head to the left. “Put on me back onto a solid surface” he grumbled.
“Tsk, tsk. Is that any way to say, ‘thank you’ to your savior?” she replied cockily. He groaned.
“Oh! My dear pink-energy-glowing vigilante fellow! How could I ever repay you?” Jason faked a high-pitched voice, clasping his hands together and bringing them to the left of his already tilted head. His body arched up and his hips jutted out to the right. This brought a laugh out of you, almost causing you to lose your balance.
Wiping tears from your eye and lifting your energy infused hand so that the Red Hood could hop off on a rooftop. You quickly joined, your body encased in the energy, flying you over in front of him.
“Thanks…uh, what did your say your name was?” he asked, messing with the grapple hook gun that “malfunctioned.” You grinned, stepping closer to him, face to helmet.
“I didn’t,” you grinned, placing a quick kiss where you supposed his lips would. Your body encased itself in energy and you quickly flew over to the edge before he could react. If only you could see his shocked face. “Your aura reeks of anger and hatred. You should get that fixed. Bye Hoodie,” you giggled, quickly jumping off the edge. Jason ran to the ledge to make sure you didn’t forget to encase yourself but stopped once he saw a blob of energy shoot up into the sky.
The first time Jason met you, was at a house party. Roy had told him something about them not enjoying their teenage years and that they were still pretty young and blah blah blah. He stopped paying attention and agreed to tag along.
The house wasn’t in a bad area of Gotham; relatively safe neighborhood in the shitty city. Music was blasting from the house as he and Roy walked a block. Jason preferred if the car was nowhere the house. Roy called him a wuss, which just resulted in an eye roll from Jason.
Entering the house, Jason took notice on how close everyone was. Roy turned around and yelled something about getting a drink for the two them. He was looking around, spotting all the young adults and teens dancing. He took notice of you and he held his breath. He had never seen you before and he wished he had.
You looked up, making eye connect and grinned at him, winking, too. You could sense that aura anywhere, except this time it wasn’t filled with so much hate and anger.
He’s beautiful, you thought. You couldn’t help but keep the eye connect. It’s something about handsome guys with pretty eyes. His face reddened a little; he was the first one to break. You grinned, laughing softly to yourself as you resumed dancing. Your hips caught his attention again.
Do it, his mind screamed. He was itching to get near you, to feel your body close to his; his hands on your hips and your body grinding- “fuck it,” he whispered to himself and made his way over to you.
You continued dancing, turning away from him with a grin. His aura was getting closer and he confirmed it by placing his hands on your hips from behind, following your movement. Your hands met his as you pressed yourself straight up, hands slowly traveling to the back of his neck and you grinded lower. You laughed when he brought you back up and twirled you around. Your hands clasped around the back his neck and you brought him closer, lips almost touching. He closed his eyes and you kissed his cheek, standing on your tip toes and whispering in his ear, “Nice to see your aura doesn’t reek so much anymore.”
His head shot up and he stared at you with eyebrows raised. You laughed, placing a kiss on his lips before slipping away from his grasp as the song changed. He stood there, star-struck. He snapped out of it when he noticed Roy laughing at him and holding his hands up with a red solo cup in each one.
The second time Jason met you was when he stood perch by the clock tower, looking over the edge next to his favorite gargoyle. He noticed little pink platforms taking the shape of stairs just below the edge he was looking over. You quickly made your way up, stopping when your head was barely over the edge to look over the top. You looked up at Jason and smiled.
“So, when we’re not patrolling, we’re out enjoying parties and dancing with pretty girls?” you asked, hands on your hips and slightly tapping your left foot. He smiled under the helmet, crossing his arms and placing them on the edge.
“Only the ones that seem to take my breath away and so far, you’ve been the only one to have that effect on me,” he remarked, and your face burned up. You reached up and looked for the button to release his helmet. He didn’t flinch, he didn’t push you away, he didn’t say a smart remark.
“You trust me?” you whispered, clicking the button.
“What does my aura tell you?” You heart sped up and you gently took off the helmet. You were met with a domino mask that hid his beautiful eyes. Your fingers reached to touch the mask, his wrist catching your hand. You looked between his hand on your wrist and his face.
“A lot,” you whispered, inching your face closer to his. He looked at your lips behind the mask and leaned forward, closing the distance and capturing your lips. You returned the kiss, moving the hand that wasn’t holding the helmet to the back of his neck. Jason’s heart sped up as his hand cupped your check, bringing you as close as he possibly could. He wanted to get to use this.
It was when you first explained your powers and he couldn’t help but be completely captivated by you. You had this effect over him; he couldn’t explain it.
“What the fuck is mana?” he looked at you, his chin resting on his palm as sat across from you at the coffee shop. Tim recommended it to him; it was coffee shop that had the wall across the baristas’ counter was really just a whole bunch of shelves filled with books. It was his go-to for when he needed to be by himself.
Her laugh brought him out of his thought. “Mana is life energy. The energy in the trees, energy in the grass, energy running through your body,” she smiled, her finger gently making its way to his chest as she leaned in, pressing that finger above his heart. “The energy that you strive on to live.” Jason’s breath caught as his heart skipped a beat as he looked into your eyes. You had this hold on him and still, he could not figure out how you managed.
“So, what? You can control me?”
“No,” she laughed, her finger trailing from his chest to his jawline. “I can’t control people, that’s dark. It’s forbidden. I use my own mana and mana from the living organisms, not humans – don’t give me that look, to fuel my powers. I manipulate mana.” Her finger was joined by the rest of her hand as she cupped his cheek, his gently holding her wrist. He was no longer leaning against his own arm but on yours.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered only to her. She shot him a soft smile.
“Your aura tells me otherwise.”
“What does my aura tell you?”
“How about you show me,” you giggled. “If only you could feel my aura,” she giggled, leaning towards him across the table and he closed the distance in a second, capturing her lips with his. He smiled when he felt her kiss back and pulled away a few seconds after, opening his eyes to see e/c orbs staring back at him with a look of…love. His smile turned into a grin.
“What are you doing Friday night?”
It was the first night you stayed over that he finally admitted that he fallen, and he had fallen hard. It after a couple of months of seeing each other that he invited you over. He was nervous, and he knew that you’d be able to sense, but yet you remained quiet, only a gentle, reassuring smile was on your lips as he led you to his apartment.
He opened the door, holding it out for you to enter first. When you stepped into the middle of his living room, he couldn’t help but admire you and your place in his apartment. You belonged. He wanted you there with him. He closed the door and made his way to you.
You looked up at him, your smile only grew. He sucked his breath in, cupping your face in his hands tenderly. Your hands made their way to his elbows and you looked up at him. His eyes were dazed over with so much emotion and he leaned down, lips barely brushing against yours. “I…lo-love you,” he breathed out. Even now, you still had this impact on him. You stared up into his eyes before pressing your lips to him, eyes fully closing.
His lips moved against yours, yours against his. One of his hands made its way to your waist. Your hands moved to his nape and he pulled you in closer. He exhaled, and you inhaled. You inhaled, and he exhaled. The hand on your waist made its way to your thigh and squeeze. You got the message and jumped up. You knew he wouldn’t let you fall as his hands seized the back on your thighs and you wrapped your legs around his waist, ankles crossing and locking on your hold. He carried you to his room, the kiss never breaking until the both of you reached the bed.
It was the way that you ran your hands over his chest, caressing each and every scar as you whispered sweet somethings into his ear. They weren’t nothings, not between the both you. You meant every word.
It was the way that you had this impact on him. The way only you could make him soft and stupid, grinning and excited, nervous and cautious. He swooned and praised the ground you walked on.
It was how you always reassured him of himself. You would not stand for his subconscious and insecurities attacking him. Jason deserved better and you always told him that. He didn’t deserve you, but you always begged to differ.
It was the way you could handle him. You were soft, but you were sarcastic. You were loud, but you were quiet. You were so gentle with him, afraid he’d slip between your fingers and just shatter into pieces. It was the way you made him weak. But it was a weak he grew to love, because it wasn’t weakness, it was strength.
Snapping took out of his train of thought and he looked back up at Tim. He moved his gaze back down to you and smiled when he noticed you were hugging the pillow and his head was on your forehead. You had a tendency of moving his hand while you were napping on him. He shifted his gaze back to Tim.
“You’ll just know, Timmy.”
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