omg I loved that AK!Jason writing you did!! if youre open to writing more of him, would it be okay to request a scenario where the reader actually manages to save Jason during his time with the Joker?
Like, they knew he was missing and never stopped searching for him before ending up finding him in the Asylum being tortured by the Joker. insert reader kicking a lot of butt, but also getting rlly hurt but that doesn't matter because they need to save their man! 😭
THIS IS SO ANGSTY ANONNIE I LOVE IT!!!! im so glad you enjoyed the ak jason fic i wrote!!! i'm so sorry it took so long to get out!!! i lost the plot a little bit, but i still hope it's good :)
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gn!reader x (pre?) ak!jason todd
summary: you find jason being tortured by the joker after his supposed death.
warnings: blood, scars, descriptions of burns, mentions of torture, brief mentions of needles, prepare to get whacked with a crowbar a couple of times yk
the chaos around you dwindles. your entire world slows. the stinging cuts along your cheeks, the limp you've gained along the way, the screaming and the flames licking up the walls.
the entire world fizzles into nothing as your eyes settle upon him—jason peter todd. tied to a chair, his back hunched, bruises littering every patch of exposed skin.
you expect an eruption of tears. to fall to your knees, tip your head to the sky and thank the stars, hands clasped together in prayer. you expect to sob into his lap, but you don't.
instead, you stand there, drinking in the horrific sight. you can barely think of his wounds, let alone your own as you tremble. all you can think of is that you were right.
you were right. everyone else had convinced you he was dead. everyone had told you to stop looking, that you'd drive yourself insane hunting for a ghost.
but you knew you'd feel his death.
you would've felt the world shift, felt the very earth beneath your feet sink as he was returned to the dirt. but that feeling never came, and so you'd known—you'd hoped beyond reason—that jason was alive.
and there he was, half-awake, beaten to a bloody pulp.
when your trance snaps, you race towards him, arms outstretched. the world comes rushing back in a wave of anarchy. fire, screams, fighting.
you didn't intend for it to go like this.
"jason?" you breathe. "jason! jason, it's me! it's me, i'm here!" i found you, you want to tell him. you'll be okay. but looking at the surrounding chaos, you weren't sure how true your promise could be.
you take his chin, tilting his cheek upwards as he mumbles some half-conscious nonesense. his left cheek was marred by a grotesque J.
your eyes water with sympathy. "i'm so sorry i didn't find you sooner, jason."
he whispers something. you lean in, trying to listen as your hands fumble with his restraints.
"what?" you say absent-mindedly. "what are you saying, jason?"
"i know, i'm here. i'm not going anywhere. i'm going to get you out of here, 'kay? i promise."
"yes, jason. i know. save your strength."
you whip around only to feel the wind knocked from you. pain explodes across your face. you feel a trickle from your nose, and the irony taste of blood floods your mouth. pain clouds your vision, and when it clears, a smear of purple and green come into view. joker.
you're on your feet, wobbling from side-to-side.
"what's this? another plaything?" he cackles, white makeup caked across his face. you can barely see the man beneath it, and wonder if there ever was one to begin with.
"how foolish of you to try and spoil my fun!" in his hand is a crowbar. he swings it like it's a cane made for dancing. "you could never ruin this for me—you've become a part of the show!"
you weren't going to be his damn prisoner. you refused to let him torture another soul.
blindly, your legs pump forward. you charge at him, head spinning, blood still flowing from your nose. joker, however, was never much of a fighter.
just a man who thought he could be, which was dangerous enough.
he swings at you. the crowbar narrowly misses your head as you duck. orange flames smear around you like an oil painting. you sweep a leg under his, watching him collapse.
you're just about ready to stomp on his throat when you hear your name.
though the doorway is half-consumed by flames, a man steps through, utterly fearless.
beneath the mask, you see bruce's face is pinched with concern. he gazes upon jason, upon you and the man you intend to kill.
you finally take in the damage you've done: the flames, the screaming, the undiluted chaos.
"i didn't mean for it to go like this," you mutter.
if you'd known your hesitation would cost you, you would've killed him right then and there.
all you see is a crowbar swinging towards you. you feel an eruption of pain across your face once more, and the world snaps into utter blackness.
everything hurts. as your vision smooths over, as your body's senses come alive, you see and feel everything that's been done to you.
seared patches of skin burn and itch under bandages. one eye is swollen shut, and you can only breathe through one nostril. despite the agony, your first thought is of jason.
the memories flood your mind like a tide.
the raid, your foolishness, your hesitation.
and, at the center of it all, jason peter todd. the man you've been looking for.
it'd been hard to count the days, you preferred not to. you didn't like remember how long he'd been missing for. from what you can recall, he'd only looked a bit older. it was hard to tell beyond the scars.
"hey," a voice calls from beside you.
tim rests a hand on the side of your bed. "don't move too much, okay?"
"is...he okay? what happened? where's bruce? where's jason?"
"don't worry, they're both fine."
tim shakes his head. "you need to heal—"
"please," you beg. "please let me see him. i need to know he's okay." every word is less than a croak. your lungs are fried from all the smoke you must've inhaled. it's all anguish.
before tim can stop you, you use your remaining strength to heave your body up. he's not sure where to touch you, not sure if it's okay to push you down.
he calls after you, but you limp down the hall anyway.
"jason?" you call, though your voice barely echoes. "jason?"
no reply, and you didn't expect one to come.
you stumble to through the halls until you're quite literally crawling on your hands and knees, bandages wrinkling around your body. tim attempts to help you up; somewhere along the line, alfred comes running in and so does dick. bruce eventually joins, plucking you up to return you to bed.
desperately, you scratch and claw at him. he winces as your drag your jagged nails across his skin.
"jason," you beg. "i need to see jason."
with the last bits of your strength, you wrestle from his grasp and fall to the ground with a grunt. you're quite sure something in your body is broken. but it's not your legs, so you'll keep walking.
and when your legs falter, you crawl again.
finally, you reach jason's room.
he's there, hooked up to monitors and stuck with needles like a ragdoll.
you lift your body onto his bed, curling into the sheets.
he grunts, still unconscious. you snuggle next to him, weeping like a child. "jason..."
"he's asleep," bruce affirms, his voice bordering on disciplinary. "let him rest."
you only sob harder into jason's shoulder and pray that he'll wake up.
"i never stopped looking for you," you whisper. "i promise...i promise i never stopped looking for you." your breathing comes in scattered hiccups. "i never forgot you."
your family stands in a circle around his bed.
please, you beg. please wake up, jay. i need to talk to you, i need you here, we have so many adventures left to go on. please, come back to me. i came back for you.
"i never stopped." your tears soak the blankets.
you feel a tiny shuffle, and jason's eyes flutter open.
