Big tsundere vibes, will come up with a “logical reason” on why he HAS to come with you to your doctors appointment. He HAS to stay close to you on the sidewalk. He MUST stay within your perimeter because "anything could happen..." Very common when he first started catching feelings, over time, he was more honest.
Has a BITCH FIT if he wakes up alone in bed and you’re gone. Mr. Grumpy quietly standing at the entry way of the kitchen as you cook breakfast. Groggy and sleepy. In the end, he has you back in bed with him, wrapped tightly in his arms (and one leg). Gives grumpy kisses before he passes out again but you're not leaving anytime soon.
Your conversations don't end if you need to use the bathroom or have to shower. He’s sitting on the toilet as you wash your hair, chatting about his weird dream last night all to venting about Bruce being an ass (again). He’s a chatterbox with you because of how well you listen and how safe you make him feel to express himself. That's very precious to him.
Casually plays with your hair when waiting in line. Twirling your hair or brushing his fingers through your scalp. This isn’t PDA, at least not intentionally, he doesn’t think about it as that. He just fidgets a lot and playing with your hair happens to calm him down, nothing more....(bombastic side eye)
Randomly puts his hands in your pockets, either your hoodie or your jeans, it’s the best feeling ever to Jason yet it makes you flustered that someone needs THIS MUCH physical contact with you. Especially someone as tough and edgy like Jason who keeps to himself from everyone!
When cuddling, Jason likes to listen to your heartbeat as you hold him. It's his favorite song that he can listen to for hours. No one has ever made him feel this way. He occasionally glances at your sleeping face and it only fills him with determination to protect you. You weren't someone with superpowers, mastery of martial arts, or special abilities like others he had known. But you've kept him more safe than any hero he's ever met.
He’s a very big dude that if you look out in the crowd, you could spot him with ease. You remember the shape of the back of his head very well. You two could always find each other without having to call or text when in a public area.
One thing is… he’s a naturally quiet person. A man of his stature can be easily spotted but not detected, at least in your case. So, he unintentionally shows up randomly by your side, leaving you to jolt up every time.
You’re in the frozen food isle of the grocery store and see a frozen dinner Jason might like. You grab your phone and hold it up to take a photo to send to him. From behind…
“That mac and cheese lasagna sucks ass! I prefer-“
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT-“ You drop your phone and the frozen dinner plops loudly to the ground.
“What happened? You alright?”
Next time, you were in the mall, visiting your favorite store, stuck between which item to get because you couldn’t afford both as you walk around the shop. You were waiting for Jason to meet up with you while you explored.
“Found something, babe?” Coming towards you from the dressing room is your towering boyfriend holding a hanger of a shirt he was wearing.
Your shoulders tightened and let out a quick gasp.
“Jesus fucking christ?! How long have you been here?!”
“Did I scare you again?”
“Yes! We’re getting you a bell so I can hear you! Holy- What the fu-“
At first it bothered Jason deep down, it made him feel like you were scared of him. Sure, it was his job to scare people, bad people, but not you. He would try to make a sound, a thump, or anything to indicate that he’s coming behind you. He’d also just call your name or talk at a coming distance.
Until he realized, you just have a poor sense of your surroundings, in a place like GOTHAM? It’s a wonder that you haven’t gotten hurt or robbed since you moved here. He wouldn’t change anything about that. But it was irresponsible and careless. Jason, being the ass that he is, decides to have some fun.
“Hey there, gorgeous!” Jason said in a deeper voice, seeing you make a clear turn around and your startled face having a moment of relief, exhaling.
“Asshole.”
The sneak ups never end and it works every single time. He likes to hide sometimes if he’s bored.
“BOO!”
“FUCK-“ You almost lose grip to your coffee.
It pissed you off but you couldn’t be mad at him for too long… or at all. You were just relieved its him over some creep. Jason always wrapped his arms around you or held your hand, brushing his thumb against it as he laughed his ass off. His laugh was contagious. His kisses to your cheek were light but reassuring.
“I still need to order you that goddamn bell!”
“I think you need to be more aware of your surroundings. This is like the 50th time I’ve scared you WITHOUT trying!”
jason todd being a velcro boyfriend. You wake up from your long nap and stretch till you feel a weird heavy weight on top of you under your blanket. You were still groggy and slightly panic out of confusion. You lift up your comforter and see Jason is resting on your pelvis as he doomscrolls on tiktok. You can hear the stupid memes he swears aren’t funny from his phone. He looks up and his scarred lips softly grins.
“G’mornin, sleeping beauty! How’d you sleep?”
“How long have you been down there?” you chuckled, still holding up the blanket.
[Jason does not answer the question but flutters his eyes]
“So, are we grabbing food later? I was thinking sushi or something spicy-” His casual tone makes you giggle in amusement.
“Baby, how long?” You glance above the blanket and can clearly see the other half of jason sticking out of the blanket.
“Not long enough. What are you craving for dinner?”
“I just woke up, babe. Um, I don’t know.” You rubbed your eye.
“How’s some pho?” Jason’s green eyes smiled.
“That’s fine…”
“But how did you sneak in without waking me-“
Jason kissed your thigh and slowly pulls the blanket back down and turns back to his phone, opening up Yelp for a nearby restaurant.
had anyone ever thought about the absolute (no pun intended) ANGST it would be if Tav/Durge was found out by Karlach of their affair with Gortash during their alliance?
After T/D would reassure her nothing was between them for weeks, secretly torn between their love for Gortash and for Karlach.
Double stab in the heart if T/D was the closest with Karlach out of the whole party.
I feel like Karlach would be heartbroken but opening a new level of rage- it’s deathly silent, she doesn’t yell or get fired up, but can’t process where or how this could have happened. How could she get betrayed so deeply twice? Was it her at this point? I think what will set off her flaming rage is when the conversation actually initiates from T/D. No, when she sees them again and they act like nothing happened.
In Act 3, Karlach is dying more quickly, she’s on the verge of losing her life due to the infernal engine, and now the one person she’s trusted the most during this adventure, is hooking up with the man that ruined her life. Him being the VERY REASON she’s in this mess.
It only motivates her more to kill Gortash, that a slimey bastard like him took her best friend, and he has them wrapped around his dirty finger. However the thought of killing T/D puts her in a spiral. Was it even worth it? She didn’t feel anymore vindicated when she slayed Gortash- What would it do any good killing somebody she deeply loved?
What would kill me is if Karlach forgives them before she’s set aflame and dies.
I love how we can see that Gortash grew up in Raphael’s presence. Both of them have very similar vibe of self-interested, sadistic, inteligent, ambitious, sexy, manipulative and self absorbed asshole.
Jason doesn't bake, but it really makes him feel soft inside when it's with you
CW: basically nothing, not proofread, I wrote this while I was hungry
requested by my baby @lechelovestoyap
Knead. Mix. Whisk. Jason’s eyes bore intensely into the bowl containing a mix of betty crocker brownie mix, eggs and various other things. His tongue stuck out of his mouth as he alone is tasked with handling the gruelling task of mixing the contents of some brownies.
As you had told him: “I’m just gonna go to the bathroom, can you just mix all this together?” And now he glares into the bowl, attempting to whisk just quick enough to get the job done without any added mess.
His focus was so singularly directed at the bowl with sheer intensity, that he didn’t even hear you approaching once again, his brows furrowed as he whisked.
You just watch and fight back a grin as you’re basically getting a front row seat, watching your boyfriend basically be the first person to burst a vein from baking. “Alright, baby,” you start, he darts his head to look back at you now, “you can relax, your mixing boxed brownie mix, not diffusing a bomb.”
He hesitates, then sheepishly eases the bowl down onto the kitchen counter, “Didn’t wanna spill the mix.” he muttered, now rubbing the back of his neck with rough hands.
You now take over, an arm circling the bowl with your free hand gripping the whisk as you stir.
It isn’t something to marvel at, however, Jason can’t help but do just that. With his broad frame moving around the kitchen to the cabinet of cooking utensils, his head is miraculously always turned to you and he keeps you in his peripheral vision.
Domesticity wasn’t common in his life, so watching you provide that to him, he couldn’t help the warmth in his cheeks as a result of it. He steps closer to you, watching you mix while carrying the baking pan over, even more carefully, like he’s prepared to handle the mix like it’s his babies.
It’s only in moments like these where Jason feels a little childish. Taking down twenty guys at once? Piece of cake. Fighting men 10 times the size of him? Bring it on. Saving a bunch of people casually? That’s an average Wednesday!
But all this stuff and not being a vigilante, especially with his partner is new, as he rapidly leans forward to press a peck on your lips, and just as quickly pulls away; you could just pause and blink, before a dopey grin took over and you thanked him.
Now while feasting on little cubes, the fudge spongeiness of the brownie mixed in your mouth as you sat back on the couch, watching the TV lazily. Jason sat beside you, but he wasn’t watching the TV, he stared at you, and admired your ability to find solace with him. Scooting over, he rests an arm over your shoulder, and mutters quietly, “thank you…”
“For what?” You ask.
He sighs and simply tilts his head to rest a cheek on your hair, “Just…everything.”
The line crackles in your ear before his voice comes through, rough and familiar.
“Baby.”
You smile into your pillow. “You sound out of breath.”
“I’m running across rooftops in six layers of body armor. What gave it away?”
Somewhere in the background, you hear wind rushing past the receiver and the distant wail of sirens. “You could just say you missed me.”
“I do miss you,” Jason says immediately, easy and honest in the way he only is with you. Then, after a beat: “Hold on.”
A muffled thud. Someone yells. Jason curses sharply. “Jase?”
“I’m good,” he says, breathing harder now. “Some idiot thought he could pull a knife on me.”
“You know, most boyfriends send goodnight texts or calls when they’re in bed.”
“Most boyfriends aren’t actively fighting crime in Crime Alley.”
You laugh quietly, rolling onto your back. “True.”
He hums and you can practically picture the grin under the helmet. “You still awake because you were waiting for me to call?”
“Maybe.”
“That’s cute.”
“Don’t start.”
“No, no,” he says. “I’m being serious. It’s adorable. Makes me feel loved.”
“You are loved.”
Silence. Not empty silence. The kind that settles warm between two people who know each other by heart. Then softer, almost lost beneath the sound of his footsteps:
“Yeah. I know.”
“Jason.”
“What?”
“Why does it sound like you’re in a tunnel?”
“I am in a tunnel.”
You sit upright immediately. “Why are you in a tunnel?”
“Tracking a weapons shipment.”
“Alone?”
He pauses.
“…Maybe.”
“Jason Peter Todd.”
“Oh, wow. Full government name. I’m terrified.”
“You should be.”
You hear him laugh under his breath, and then the metallic clatter of something being climbed. “You know,” he says, “normal couples talk about their days.”
“We are talking about your day.”
“My day usually includes armed robbery.”
“Your life choices are exhausting.”
“And yet,” he says warmly, “you stay.”
Before you can answer, voices echo faintly through the phone. Jason’s tone changes instantly. Sharper. Colder.
“Hang on.”
You hear movement. Fast footsteps. A crash. Some muffled arguing. Another crash. The line goes fuzzy for three seconds and your stomach drops.
“Jason?”
Nothing.
“Jason!”
A hiss of static. Then, breathless laughter.
“You should hear the way you say my name.”
You nearly choke. “Are you insane?”
“Clinically? Probably.”
“You disappeared!”
“I dropped the phone.”
“You dropped me into cardiac arrest.”
“Aw,” he says. “You worried about me?”
“You literally got murdered once.”
“Fair point.”
It’s almost three in the morning when your phone buzzes with a phone call from Jason.
You answer sleepily. “Hi.”
“Did I wake you?”
“You called me. Guess.”
“Yeah, but you sound all soft.” He pauses. “Cute soft.”
“You’re obsessed with calling me cute.”
“You’re obsessed with being cute tonight.”
You hear his motorcycle engine rumbling low beneath his voice.
“Headed back to the manor?” you ask.
“Eventually.”
“That means no.”
“That means I’m thinking.”
“Dangerous.”
The engine revs louder for a moment before easing again.
Then you hear a quiet “You ever think about leaving?”
Your chest tightens. “Leaving Gotham?”
“Leaving me.” He exhales slowly.
There it is. The fear he buries under sarcasm and bullets and bruised knuckles. You sit up fully now, voice gentler.
“No.”
“You answered that way too fast.”
“Because I didn’t need to think about it.”
Silence again. You imagine him stopped at a red light somewhere in the city, helmet tipped down, eyes closed.
“I’m serious,” he says eventually. “You deserve normal.”
“Jason, I fell in love with you, not normal.”
a/n: its my birthday!! so we're all gonna enjoy some jason
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