The Best type of Family: Dysfunctional

If you thought this family was 'normal' you clearly never met them.

[jasondidnotdoit]

Welcome to another Batfamily blog!

I’ll also be posting my batfamily/DC reblogs here.

I do not do long role plays, but I will answer asks (both for me or as bat family members)

Please keep it civil. This is not a nsfw blog. incest is not allowed If I portray a character in a way you do not agree with, please do not tell me I am ‘doing it wrong’. These are my personal head canons.

Also, there are some bat family members I do not know much about. I tend to stick to those most well known, so I don’t portray the others wrong. I do want to learn more about the others tho.

List I do know well enough: -Bruce Wayne -Alfred Pennyworth -Dick Grayson -Jason Todd -Tim Drake -Damian Wayne -Barbara Gordon -Stephanie Brown (?) -Various pets (Ace, Titus, Batcow, Alfred, Jerry)

List of those I know of, but not about: -Duke -Helena (either one) -Cass -Kate -Bluebird -I know there are more and I’m sorry but I don’t read enough comics to know the full list

I’ll try to keep everything tagged and organized.

Welcome to the blog!

[jasondidnotdoit]

New tags!

I'm trying to add tags for things on my blogs. Here are the ones I'll be using on this one.

Jason has an alibi- my posts

Answering the batsignal- answering asks

No queueing rule- queue tag

Jason gestures to the canon on the batmobile- headcanons I think of or reblog

[orchidsarchives]

The name Jason Todd is synonymous with lover boy!! bf!jason you live in my head rent free… some more thoughts of my man

- Jason’s phone wallpaper is a photo of you smiling really hard while holding a little kitten. He just stares at his screen and smiles to himself, both proud and in awe.

- His receiving love language is words of affirmation and his giving is acts of service. Laundry? Washed and folded. Oranges? Peeled. Gas? Full tank. Jason will do just about anything to make your life easier.

- He always texts you “getting smokes, want anything,” when he’s at the gas station getting cigarettes. Even if you say no, he’s coming home with a little snack for you!!

- Jason doesn’t do fancy dates. Like at all. Ever. He might splurge on a somewhat decent steakhouse every once in a while, but no, it’s just not his vibe. BUT!!! That doesn’t mean you guys don’t have good dates like genuinely be prepared to have some of the best ethnic food for under $30.

- This leads me to my next point. Late night, post patrol, shawarma and dim sum dates!! <3

- He does not like pda. Though, he does absolutely adore when you do the cute little bicep grab in public, instead of holding hands.

- However, behind closed doors, he is always holding your hand and caressing your knuckles. Jason adores giving your hands little pecks (ugh a true gentleman because this is a lost art form).

- He is one of the worst texters alive (me core), so he’ll call you instead, which you both just prefer too. Plus with his nightly endeavours, it’s hard to get a text back, it’s so much easier to call you for like 5 minutes and then go on about his night. He’s also big on just facetiming you randomly.

- Like if he’s at home and you’re out and about, he’s facetiming you to show you he’s having cereal for dinner. OR if he’s outside and there’s a stray animal just wandering around, he’s calling.

- Shares his location, without you even asking for it. He just likes knowing that you could be checking (again me core, I love stalking where my friends are at lol).

[jasondidnotdoit]

Headcanon

Jason's idea of romance comes from Jane Austen books.

So would he pursue a love interest by 'calling' on her home, perhaps with gifts and flowers?

He has no idea, but this worked for the characters, right?

He's adorable with it, knowing he's probably not doing something right, but the right one will think it's endearing.

[notsodelirious]

I have thoughts about Jane Austen,,, I’m using fanfic to express them lmao

gen, Jason and reader are bookworms, enjoy! cw. my thoughts about jane austen

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The bookshop was unusually quiet for such a pretty Wednesday afternoon. You’d watched a handful of people dip in and out, announced by the small chiming of the bell, and they’d briefly fill the small space with soft chatter before disappearing back into the warm sunshine, the warm and lively world that was just beyond your counter.

You barely even looked up when the bell chimed again, you threw out a half-hearted greeting to the man as he slipped into your shop, receiving nothing more than a nod of acknowledgement before he disappeared between the bookshelves.

You did love your job—you loved running this little antique bookshop, loved leafing through all the old books that were brought to you, so much history nestled in a small corner shop in the middle of Old Gotham. It didn’t mean you couldn’t be slightly forlorn about not being able to enjoy the rare Gotham sun.

You shook yourself out of your reverie as the man approached, a handful of books tucked under his arms—and for the first time you took the time to take a proper look at him, and his impressive stature and dark locks and his frankly massive arms covered in twisted and gnarled scars. There were plenty of odd personalities in Gotham but you still couldn’t help but stare, only shaken out of your wonderment when the books hit the counter.

“Will this be all for you today?” you asked softly as you slowly pulled the books towards yourself. The man grunted softly as he nodded.

Charming.

You flipped around the first book, Sense and Sensibility, to find the price tag. It was a pretty book that you’d quite frankly forgotten you had—usually you’d say something of the effect of how you just loved the gold trimming on this one or how the cover was one of a kind but frankly you were a little distracted by the stranger’s hand resting on the wood in front of you.

“A fan of Jane Austen, huh?” you mumbled as you pulled the second book towards you, to find it was just a different edition of Sense and Sensibility. You hadn’t really meant for it to be heard but the stranger hummed and you caught the tail end of his nod as you looked up at him.

“Her writing is evocative.”

You muffled your snort behind pursed lips before you could compose yourself. He raised an eyebrow.

“Ignore me,” you said quickly as you reached out the last book, “I said nothing.”

He froze.

“You don’t like Austen?”

“She’s not my speed,” you shrugged.

“I’ve never met a person who thought Jane Austen ‘isn’t their speed’.”

“She’s just,” you chewed your lip a little as you mulled over your words, “A little boring.”

“Boring?!”

“I’m sorry, man!”

“You just said the Jane Austen is boring!”

“She kinda is! Like she was revolutionary but oh my god, nothing happens in her books!” You stacked the books and slide them back over to him.

“You’re just not a fan of romance?”

“No, I’m not a fan of drama—that’ll be $33.95.”

The man dug through his wallet as he shook his head, but his small smirk was unmistakable.

“I can’t believe you’re a bookkeeper who doesn’t like classic literature.”

“Hang on! I just said Austen is just boring!”

“Her writing is fascinating.” He pulled out two $20s. “The way she captures emotions and dynamics is genuinely amazing-“

"It just drags-"

"Her writing is gorgeous-

“I’m just not convinced.”

“Let me convince you.” Your brain came to a screeching halt. And his seemed to catch up with his mouth as his cheeks became a dusty pink and he slammed the money down on the counter. “Nevermind-"

“Sure.” His head snapped up and you met his eye. “Convince me.”

“Now?”

You shrugged. “We close at 5 o’clock. Come back then, Mr…?”

“Jason. Jason Todd.” He scooped his books up into his arms. “I’ll be back at 5?”

“It’s a date!”

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hi ♡ this is by far not my best piece of writing but I wanted to get back into the swing of things a little

[incorrectbatfam]

Dick: You love me!

Jason: I do, against my better judgement.

[jasondidnotdoit]

I sense there is a Pride and Prejudice reference in there. Unintentional or not.

[linkysenclosure]

i feel like jason todd would be the kind of person who would yearn so hard for someone that he'd start writing letters to them with every intention of burning them but then he can't... is this anything because i've been sitting on an incredibly short draft of a letter for like. a year or 2

[bluebruce22]

Girl dad Jason Todd | SMAU part 2

Part 1

Pairing : Jason Todd x Pregnant wife | Sassy jason

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[zapaioio]

messy sketch of jayjay

[lucidcrashing]

loverboy bf jason todd headcanons ..

loverboy!jason who has an attitude all day until he sees your face, then immediately dissolves into soft smiles and gentle hands.

loverboy!jason who you affectionately call ‘puppy’ because he’s like a big cuddly dog. it makes him melt every time. he’ll deny it out loud, but he knows it’s true.

loverboy!jason who uses his mercenary money to pay for anything you want. even if you protest, he’ll give you a stern look and open his wallet anyway.

“baby, my money’s not worth anything,” he assures you as he hands the cashier a couple bills. “yours is. keep it, you hear me? sock it away for a rainy day. you can blow my money all you want, sweetheart — it doesn’t bother me.”

loverboy!jason who gets genuinely giddy when you kiss him out of nowhere.

loverboy!jason who has anxieties about how long this will last. you’ve long since quelled his doubts about whether you should be with someone like him, but his fear of abandonment still comes back to bite. it’s always soothed by a good cuddle session though and a few sweet kisses.

loverboy!jason who gets gently upset with you if you don’t take care of yourself, especially once he’s started taking care of himself too.

“you have a headache?” he sighs through the phone whilst fidgeting with a socket wrench. you’d called when he was in the middle of working on his bike and blasting the clash in his garage. “have you had any water today? a cup? y’need more than that, baby, we talked about this. i bought you that water bottle for a reason. have you eaten? what about those snacks i got you? baby, you’re killing me here. fill up your water bottle and grab a snack, then go for a walk. wear a sweater. i know— yes, i love you, too. bye, baby.”

loverboy!jason who loves flopping down on top of you on your bed after coming back from patrol. his hands find the dip of your waist, his face the crook of your neck. your scent, warmth, the softness of your skin lulls him to sleep in just a couple minutes.

loverboy!jason who thinks you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him and loves you accordingly.

might expand on a couple of these later but no promises ..

[whotookcry]

“I love you.”

It had slipped out like nothing.

‘Why the fuck did I say that?’

Jason froze on top of you. His eyes slowly inching back up to your face.

‘Why the FUCK did I say that?!’

You could feel your skin crawling as you stared straight up at the ceiling to avoid his gaze.

“What did you say?” He asked quietly as he slowly sat up on his knees.

‘It’s either man up or get the fuck out of here.’ You felt like throwing up. Not only were you already naked under this man, you were vulnerable enough to let your feelings slip.

“….I should go-“ you practically threw yourself out of his bed onto the floor to collect your clothes.

“What?!”

You quietly shove on your shirt to at least have the decency of being somewhat covered up as you search for your pants. “I forgot I have something to do.”

“It’s 2 am.”

“I don’t judge whatever you do at night?” He squinted at you not trying to argue with that. “Just repeat what you said.”

“I’m good.” You replied instantly as you dove to the ground one you spotted your plaid pajama pants. “I’ll…..see you when I see you!” You snatched your phone and keys off the dresser and booked it for the door. “HEY! STOP!”

That was a three days ago…..and you may have left your shoes behind at his apartment.

What were you supposed to do? How were you going to play it off? You’ve been ignoring his texts and calls already. What could you even say?

“I think….you’re overreacting.” Dick sat across from you in a booth, scarfing down chili cheese fries. “How?! I literally told him I love him!” You held the sides of your face and leaned back, in true agony.

“Well, you do, obviously- damn these are good- I just think you should talk about your feelings with him.” Dick suggests with his mouth full.

“He is never going to talk to me again.” You groaned out covering your face with the menu.

“You’re not talking to him now so what’s the difference?” Dick pointed out, already halfway finished with his food.

“…..well.”

“Exactly. What do you have to lose?”

“….my dignity.”

“Oh my god.”

Were you being dramatic? Debatable.

Were you now traveling to Jason’s apartment by foot.

Yes. Yes you were.

“Stupid Dick….and his stupid input….stupid cold wind…..stupid Jason…” you complained as you walked. Cursing the world because of your feelings.

You stopped right infront of his door step. ‘Please don’t be home. Please don’t be home.’ You begged the universe no one would answer the door as you walked up the steps. You knocked three times. The door opens and a black haired woman appears behind the door.

“…….” You felt as if you were imagining things. Why have you never seen this woman before? Is this…..Jason’s girlfriend?

“……can I help you…?”

You both stared at each other.

“…..wrong house.” You turned on your heel and jump off the stairs, running down the sidewalk.

‘WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?!’ You felt even worse than the initial ‘I love you’ slip up. 10,000 times worse.

“What the fuck?!” You made a good distance away, catching your breath as you came to a halt infront of a convince store. A million terrible thoughts crossed your mind. Was that his actual girlfriend and you’ve been a side piece this whole time? How long had he been cheating? For fucks sake you only ever went to his house in the dead of night. Of course, that’s his fucking girlfriend. You held your head in your hands and leaned back ready to scream your lungs out. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.”

Waves of emotion took over your body as you forced yourself to continue walking all the way home. “What is wrong with me?! How could I let this happen?! Does she know!? Of course she doesn’t know! I need to tell her!” You fought with yourself earning looks from strangers, though it was Gotham so not too many.

You slammed your door open. “I can’t do this.” Your phone magically appeared in your hands as you begin blocking Jason on everything imaginable. Bile wormed its way up into the back of your throat. “Siri call Dick.” You ask your phone as you place it on the bed as you pace around.

No answer.

‘He didn’t know did he? He would have told me? No! That’s his brother! Of course he wouldn’t!’

Your heart was pounding against your chest. “I’m an idiot! How could I let this happen!?” You drop onto the bed, trying to catch your breath. “I can’t believe this. How could he?”

No. You two weren’t dating, a mutual situationship that had progressed over the last few months. He had no obligation to you whatsoever. Doesn’t change the fact your stomach is sinking lower and lower the more the scene of that woman answering the door plays in your head. “Fuck. I’m so stupid.” You wish your feelings could resolved right then and there.

No.

You need answers.

“Siri….call….Roy.”

If there was one person you could go to. It was going to be Jason’s best friend.

“Hello? I’m trying to sleep.” He answered on the second ring, sounding more bored than tired.

“ROY PLEASE ITS AN EMERGENCY!”

“If theres no hostage, no it’s not. Goodnight.”

“Please! Does Jason have a secret girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend? The man barely has game as it is.” You could hear him slightly chuckle in the phone.

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I. If he had a girlfriend I would be the first one to know….also….aren’t you two….ya know….fucking?”

“…..I’ve gotta go. Nice talk. See you around!”

“Hey! Wait-“

You click the red phone icon and end the call before he could get any further details of your sex life. A nosy Roy was hard to get rid of.

“So no secret girlfriend. Maybe…a friend?” You try to calm the aching feeling in your gut by justifying everything. “He can have friends! Maybe I’m overthinking.”

You think about it a bit more, “Jason can barely talk normal to me. How the fuck is he going to have a woman friend?”

So much for that.

You laid back on your bed, trying to make your brain stop overthinking. “I’m an idiot.” You groaned.

A ringing comes from beside you. The screen showing a picture of you and Dick with Snapchat filters on. “Oh god.” Play it off. Be cool.

“Hello?” You answered a bit too quickly.

“Hey! What’s up! You called? Are you okay? Did you talk to my dumb brother?”

“Haha….” You couldn’t bring yourself to answer.

“….so….no?”

“He wasn’t home.” You lied.

“Oh? Really? I have his location, don’t tell him, it says he’s been home since 2 am last night.”

“…….”

“Are you okay? What happened?”

“I gotta go! I’ll talk to you about it later okay?!”

“Hey! What’s wrong? Don’t you dare hang up on-“

You ended the call before he could finish. Way to play it cool. “Shitshitshit.”

You roll over onto your side, “I can’t do this today.”

You stayed in bed for the next two hours. Ignoring all texts, most being from both Dick and Roy’s nosy asses. One unknown numbers text did stand out.

unblock me.

You ignored it of course. It’s not like he’ll break in….Well he might.

where are you?

That was your cue to leave your house before he found you. “Dinner sounds good right about now.” You hurried to put on your shoes and grab your bag, running out your apartment building.

You turned off your location as soon as your foot hit the sidewalk. “Why do I have such bad luck? You tell a guy you love him and now you’re the problem.” You complain to yourself heading down the street. ‘Those chili cheese fries Dick was eating did look good.’ You hummed to yourself.

The evening was settling down in the skyline. The pink sunset slowly turning blue as you progressed to the diner.

The doors open with a bell ringing. “Table for one please.” You asked the waitress. She guided you to the counter where you stopped dead in your tracks

“….” There he was, in all his glory. Jason sat eating by himself, almost the exact imagine of his brother scarfing down chili cheese fries.

His body tensed up as he turned your way. “HEY! YOU!” He stood up quickly and grabbed your arm before you could make a run for it. “What is wrong with you?! Why did you block me? You know you can’t hide from me. Sit down.” He pulls you to the seat next to him. You try to resist warning a sickening look from him. “Now.”

Like a puppy you obeyed. “Jason.”

“Order something.” He pushes a menu towards you as the waitress who witnessed the whole scene quietly asks what drink you want. You answer and she hurries back to the kitchen to avoid the awkward scene further.

“Jason..”

“Order something first. Then we’ll talk.” He sipped on his drink before clearing his throat. “You seriously know how to push my buttons.” He let out a harsh sigh, “I feel insane.” He shook his head then took another sip.

“….I went to your place…” you finally say. He looked over at you. “When?”

“Earlier today….a lady answered the door..”

“….lady?….” He thought for a second, “oh! My sister!”

‘……’ your brain felt fried. “…sister?”

“….yeah?”

“….not secret girlfriend….?”

“…….what?”

You paused to look him in the eye. “……I uh…”

“You thought she was my girlfriend? What kind of man do you think I am?”

Oh, he was pissed. “Is that why you blocked me? You see one woman at my house and you spiral thinking I have some secret girlfriend I’ve been hiding from you? Are you serious?”

“How the fuck was I supposed to know you have a sister?! You keep me at arms fucking length already.” You strike back, completely caught off guard.

“Yeah, look how you are! You blocked me over a misunderstanding!”

“How was I supposed to know you have a sister?! You nor Dick ever talk about your personal lives!”

“Yeah how can I trust someone like you if this is how you act!”

“Someone like me? What do you mean by that, Jason?”

He paused, catching himself. “….nothing. I don’t mean anything by that. Just order something. We can talk about this somewhere else.”

“No. Let’s talk about it now!”

“Fine! You wanna talk about pushing people away? Like you pushed me away after you told me you loved me?”

“Because I know you Jason! You don’t love me! I said it while feeling overwhelmed but I know you could never reciprocate the feeling I have for you. I’m replaceable in your life! I can tell you 1000 times how I love you and care about you. It doesn’t change the fact that you don’t feel the same and I’m not going to force it.” You could feel your chest tighten as you speak.

“Why are you assuming my feelings? How do you know I don’t love you?”

“Because you don’t! This is the first time in months I’ve seen you in anything other than the dead of night! There is no relationship between us. We don’t even talk as friends. You call at 2 am and I’m there and then I leave! That’s all this is!”

“That’s not all it is! Fuck! Stop talking like you know everything. If that’s all it is, why were you upset seeing someone at my apartment?”

“Because I don’t want to think about what you do when I’m not there! I can’t stomach the fact there might be someone else! Or that you could find someone else!” You felt your eyes begin to burn as tears welled up. He notices and grabs your shoulders to face him.

“How do you think I feel? Every second you’re away from me I feel fucking empty. I show up to your place or text you the second I get the chance to. I wish we could be together every second of everyday. I fucking can’t stand the thought of anyone even looking at you while I’m not around. Fuck man.” Jason puts a hand on your cheek. “Stop overthinking. I only need you. There’s no one else. There will never be anyone else. I love you and you only.”

He watched your face light up as the words leave his mouth.

“You’re just saying that.” You frown wiping a few stray tears away as the waitress puts your drink in front of you and strays out of the way.

“I mean it…..with all my soul.”

You didn’t respond to that. “Let’s leave.”

“Eat something first, please.” He turned you to the menu pushed your head down to look. “The chili cheese fries are immaculate.”

“Oh gosh.”

You both finished up in the diner, relatively quiet. Jason left a big tip to the waitress who had to suffer through your relationship problems.

“I think, we should go on an actual date.” Jason pipes up.

“You think?”

“Let’s take things slow. I realize, we both need to learn more about each other. I’m not good at these sort of things…but I’m willing to try if you let me.”

“….yeah…I’d like that.”

He looks down at you and slowly moves his hand into yours. You intertwined your fingers in his and move closer. “You’re already clingy.” You laugh softly.

“Get used to it.”

[wingfiled]

Crime lord!Jason Todd drabbles

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader

Genre: drabbles, angst, smut, fluff

Warnings: PTSD/trauma references, references to Jason's death and resurrection, violence and murder mentions, sexual content (oral, marking, power dynamics)

Word Count: 1.6k

crime lord!Jason Todd who is called the prince of gotham's underworld - not because he's graceful or merciful or even particularly cruel - but because everything he touches kneels to him eventually. Because he earned everything he has, inch by inch, in blood and grit and the kind of cold, methodical brutality that doesn't blink when someone begs. Because he remembers what it's like to kneel to someone else - the plead and pray and wait for help that never comes. So now he plays God.

crime lord!Jason Todd who hates that title, because prince suggests lineage and legacy, and Jason has everything but that. Because prince implies a father, and he almost had one. He remembers the first night he stood at the edge of the abyss of stone and shadow and thought that his story was changing, remembers the weight of the suit. Remembers when Bruce approved of his actions. 

He also remembers the warehouse. The crowbar. The bomb ticking down to zero. He remembers calling out for his dad to break every rule he ever had and come tearing through the door. Princes inherit. Princes are protected. Princes are avenged. He almost had lineage. And that makes it worse.

crime lord!Jason Todd who doesn't bother with the suits or the jewellery. Lets others don silk and polish and diamond cufflinks. He'll stick to the leather gloves and combat boots, guns strapped to his thighs. The one shine he'll wear is blood, the only symbol that matters is the one on his back, sewn in red. He doesn't need to prove power with glittering displays. It's enough that everyone stops breathing when he walks into the room.

crime lord!Jason Todd who runs his empire like a military operation. All efficiency and fallback plans. He trains his people like soldiers, and punishes like a general. Every warehouse, port, back alley safehouse is mapped, catalogued and monitored. Because chaos, he learned, kills you. Because no one came for him when everythng was burning and we won't let that happen to the people under his watch. 

crime lord!Jason Todd who doesn't know if he's doing the right thing. Who sometimes, in the quiet before dawn, sits on the edge of his bed, head in hands, and wonders: Am I the one who's wrong?

Wonders if he is saving Gotham, or just rewriting its sins in his own handwriting. Because the criminals fear him; the innocents never see him; and Bruce still looks at him like a body he can't bury. He wants it to all be necessary, for the ends to justify the means, for Gotham to need a sword, not a symbol. But sometimes he wakes up gasping, thinking of a child in a cape who believed in mercy. Who thought maybe, just maybe, he could be good.

crime lord!Jason Todd who has everything he could ever want but is still so fucking lonely. He has an empire. A name that opens doors and shuts mouths. He has territory, loyalty, money, power. But everyone he ever loved fear him - and he can't blame them. 

crime lord!Jason Todd who doesn't touch you for weeks after you meet. Who can slit a throat without flinching, who can curl his fingers into a stranger's face and crack bone like knuckles in the winter. Who pulls a trigger with a steady pulse and doesn’t lose sleep over the echo. But who flinches when your fingers brush his sleeves too gently; his hands hanging useless at his sides any time you stand close enough that he can feel the warmth of your body through his shirt. 

Because he's afraid his hands won't know the difference between restraint and ruin. Because your throat and the trigger. He thinks about touching your cheek once and the image of blood on his knuckles flashes so vividly that he steps back like you burned him.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me,” you tell him gently.

He almost laughs. He isn't afraid of you. He's afraid of what marks he might leave behind. 

crime lord!Jason Todd who buys you things you don't ask for. Not flowers or jewellery. Instead: a building - the one down the block from your apartment. He renovates it before you know it's his: new facade, soundproof windows, a rooftop garden planted in your favourite colours. A rare book, out of print and impossible to find. It arrives in a plain box with no note, but when you look inside you find small scraps of paper with the thoughts he was too careful to stain the pages with. A vintage coat, perfectly your size, hanging on the back of his chair one night like it's always belonged to you. A ceramic dish in your favourite shade that shows up in your kitchen after he spends the night. 

A building on your block, a rare book, a vintage coat, a ceramic dish in your favourite shade. He leaves the receipts unsigned, but every one is an investment, not a gift. Not because he's generous, but because he wants the world to bend around to make you comfortable.

Jason who cannot control the past or what happened to him in the warehouse or Bruce's silence or the way Gotham rots from the inside out. But he can control this. He can make sure your rent never rises. He can make sure the streetlights outside your door never flicker out. He can shape the world around your comfort. You accuse him of spoiling you. He tells you they aren't gifts, they're investments. 

crime lord!Jason Todd who likes the ritual of being undressed. Likes when your fingers go for the gloves first. Soft leather, molded to the shape of him. You work one off slowly, brushing each knuckle. Sometimes, when he’s still riding the high of blood and adrenaline, you take one between your teeth - tug it slow - and when the glove comes free, your lips are stained rust-dark at the edge.

Next comes the gun. You check the chamber, flick the safety, unload it with practised ease and tuck it into the velvet-lined drawer he had installed for you. The knife at his ankle. The spare rounds at his belt. The secondary holster under his arm. Every time you toss a weapon aside, his hands find you. Palms wide at your hips. Thumbs tracing slow circles into your waist. Each piece of him dismantled by your hands.

crime lord!Jason Todd who asks you to get a tattoo for him. Doesn't say where, doesn't say what, simply says "something that's mine, please". You expect him to smirk. To clarify with something crude or cocky. But he doesn’t - he just swallows hard and looks at you like it’s killing him to ask. You say yes, of course. How could you not?

When you finally show him - lifting your shirt just enough to reveal the small red bird tucked beneath your ribcage - he stops breathing and sinks to his knees. His hands hover before they touch. He traces the ink with reverent fingers. Then his mouth follows, pressing against your skin like he’s memorising it.

"You’ll wear me forever now," he murmurs, voice thick. "Even if I don’t make it. Even if this ends messy. You’ll still have me."

Crime lord!Jason Todd who's fucked people before - a lot, probably - but never like this. Who is used to drunk, sharp, fleeting attachments to fill time or silence. He never needed to kill them, never needed them to look at him.

But with you? He can hardly wait to get into the hallway of your apartment - he doesn’t make it past the office door - before he’s already crowding you against the wall, mouthing at your collarbone, pressing his forehead to your chest, trying to catch his breath like he's already had you and he still isn't close enough.

Jason who talks a big game - tells you he's gonna fuck you hard, that he wants it to be messy, that he's fantasised about seeing you wrecked - tears in your eyes, marks on your thighs, begging through bitten lips. But who whimpers the first time you're on your knees for him - one hand tangled in your hair, the other braced uselessly against the wall; his head tipped back, throat bared, pulse hammering. And when he finally slips between your pretty, dripping lips - his knees buckle. Who ends up slow every time because he wants it to last, because he needs to remember it. Who likes it more when you're the one who leaves marks - when your teeth catch his neck, when your nails drag over his back, when he can stand in front of a mirror the next morning and see the proof of you on his skin: purple blooms, red scrapes, crescent moons where you held on too tight. 

crime lord!Jason Todd who still wakes up sometimes to the sound of a ticking clock. Who sits bolt upright in the dark, breath shallow, heart hammering, convinced for half a second that he's back on concrete floors with smoke in his lungs and blood in his mouth. Until he feels hands pulling him out before the panic fully sets in. Your hands. You don't ask what he saw, don't tell him it was just a dream, don't flinch when he curls his fingers into your wrists too hard. Jason, who once begged the universe for help and was met with fire and silence; Jason, who built an empire so he would never kneel again - finds himself clinging to you in the dark, shaking in a way he would never allow anyone else to see.

And for the first time in his life, when he reaches out -

someone answers.

AN: Been struggling to write fics recently so trying out something new! Let me know if you like this style, get inspired, or if you want me to write out any of the drabbles into a full fic <3

[chaoticbatfam]

Dick: why aren’t you wearing your glasses today?

Jason: my room’s dirty

Dick: so??

Jason: didn’t feel like cleaning today

dick: once again, how is this important

Jason: *like he’s talking to a toddler* well. Dirt. Dust. Tiny, yes?

Dick: . . . yes?

Jason: and whatd’I not see when I have no glasses?

Dick: . . . tiny things

Jason: ex-fuckin’-actly

dick:

dick: you took off your glasses so you could pretend your room was clean???

Jason: ignorance is bliss and I lost my last shit to give years ago

[sassatoru]

thinking about biker!jason who runs his hands over your thighs at red lights. squeezing them with his big gloved hands and forcing you to lean forwards into him so he can feel the press of your breasts on his back.

and when he fucks you in his helmet because he knows how much it turns you on to have him on top of you in his helmet and gloves, it adds to the mystery, you say.

biker!jason who buys you a helmet since you’re always tagging along with him, its a cute and simple design, a matt black with red highlights on the edges. he likes seeing you in his colours.

biker!jason who likes seeing you in leather, especially those leather pants that look great on your ass, tight in all the right places.

biker!jason who laughs when you zone out on his arms when he wears those black compression shirts on the bike, that make his look so big and you just wanna eat him up.

[missingnightwingsmullet]

a boy and his bike

[deansnoodle]

spreading the biker jason agenda

[rosaeh]

my jason todd's headcanons :

white streak and autopsy scar are a MUST

i think he has like brown hair that looks black

i also like the idea of him having a scar on his eyebrow.

also all over his arms like in juni ba's the boy wonder.

i don't really know about men's size and weight, but to me he is like 190cm with broad shoulders. he is really buff.

i said it before and I'll say it again : jason is so hozier coded

i like blue eyes jason as robin then they turn green after the lazurus pit. but what i like the most is heterochromia jason with a blue eye and a green one. (i once saw a fanart of him like this and i never found it ever again i feel devastated)

roman nose jason todd save me

this man is a YEARNER

like when he is in love, he loves. so deeply. he can feel it in his bones. he may love "quietly", settling for sweet gestures but the love behind it is so deep, that to you it is loud.

to me, he literally embodies the sentence "if i loved you less id be able to talk about it more" (emma, jane austen)

he loves to cradle your face to kiss you.

coping mechanism is obviously sarcasm

he loves to tease you and loves even more when you tease back.

when you sit together and he holds your hand, he tends to brush his thumb over the back of your hand, and leans down to kiss your knuckles.

he is the kind of guy to walk in front of you in a crowded place and like put his hand behind his back, trying to reach for yours.

these tiktoks in which someone is filming their bf/gf face before they saw them is so jason. like dude has a rbf but as soon as his eyes land on you it softens.

he loves greek mythology because i love greek mythology and i said so

he is both street and book smart

he writes poetry for you but never give it to you unless he's not there when you read it

remember every mundane things you (or his family even) say but will act like it's no big deal

just love to please you, to see you smile.

as for smoking, i don't really know if i like the idea of jason smoking or not. on one side it has so cute things that can be written with it, but on the other side i feel like he wouldn't smoke because he tries to have healthy habits to stay fit and all. but it could also be a self destructive habit. so i don't know😫

anyway if you don't like cigarettes and he does smoke, he would never smoke in front of you. he would even be willing to try and quit if you asked him to.

overall he is a lover boy🫶

omg i almost forgot about the scar on his cheek. i saw a fanart in which the scar made like a smile on his face but we could also see a "j" and i loved it. also i think the scar ride up to his hair above his ear.

[chaoticbatfam]

I am never letting go of the “English teacher Jason” headcanon/AU. It’s the best thing ever, I don’t give a shit what you might say. “He didn’t have a lengthy education” so what? This is an AU. He gets a better education. “He’s not good with kids” SAYS WHO. “He’s too busy with his vigilante life” IF TIM CAN RUN A COMPANY THEN JASON CAN BE A TEACHER.

specifically here are the reasons this headcanon/AU slaps:

jason: here's the homework for tonight, guys. bring it back in the morning. unless you have extenuating circumstances. I'm aware a lot of roads are closed and some of you might be hopped up on any number of air pollutants tomorrow because of the recent joker gas outbreak. just . . . i don't know, send me an email. His students: . . . the homework is literally to read a book jason: oh yeah. then . . . read. i guess. don't do anything else. also, don't go out. the bat's working on the gas problem.

jason: here's the book for this week's paper. It's one of my personal favorites! so disrespect it and I fail you. his students: . . . this is a janme austen novel jason: *built like a brick, wearing glasses that do not hidde his perpetual glower, has bruised knuckles* yes? his students: *internally* thank god none of us have insulted jane austen before his students: nothing, teach

Tim: hey, do you have time to join me on patrol tonight? jason: sorry, no. i ghotta read and edit like four papers, and one of them is Jimmy's. it's gonna be a wine night. tim: tim: my first instinct is to ask why you're reading and editing papers but I really honestly just want to know what the fuck jimmy did

his students: *falling asleep* jason: OMG IS THAT RED ROBIN his students: *snap up to look out the window* jason: *bangs hand on desk* WHY WOULD YOU CARE MORE ABOUT RED ROBIN THAN JOHN MUIR. ONE'S LITERALLY A KNOCKOFF ROBIN WITH A BURGER FRANCHISE COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT FOR A NAME

his students: *conversing in the hallway* yeah he's like . . . super ripped. i wonder if he . . . what if he's a superhero??? jason, wlaking past: *deadpan voice* ah, yes. i confess . . . *rips off glasses* I am superman one brave soul: we were thinking more like . . batman jason: what? ew, no.

[merchantziro]

First off, the mini rant on students caring more about Red Robin than John Muir? Absolutely perfect.

Second, might I raise you to Jason also swearing in book titles like Mr. Lancer from Danny Phantom?

Not even to hijack this post with DPXDC concepts or any of that. I just want Jason with this one trait from Mr. Lancer to add to everything about this AU as the cherry on top.

Maybe he does it because he doesn't want to be a bad influence on his students, but as time goes on it becomes a habit and he "swears" more than swears well...

All it takes is "swearing" as Red Hood once (be it in front of his men, his family, his teammates, or even a "Tom Sawyer-ing" rogue) to immediately lose all his street cred as he will never live the incident down for the rest of his life.