𐔌 pairing ⋮ Jason todd x reader ft. Tim Drake
𐔌 relationships ⋮ Brotherhoods, Siblings (Jason) / friendzone (Tim)
Tags ⋮ angst, desperated Jason, emotion truma, reader doesn't know their secret identities.
Do you believe in supernatural power?
Like telepathy telekinesis even miracle is a superpower. You, with pure young heart, believe in it and does your brother.
In those early days, right after the billionaire had adopted us. We were watching TV like the world just discovered it, well your little world. We are watching J-horror mockumentary. You were terrified, almost pee your pants, still you peek through the gap between your hands, need to see what would happened next.
"I'm not ... It's just too bright." Jason chuckles and teasily lean his weight on you.
"You insisted to watch it, Coward."
"I'm not "coward"— ." When the jump scared happen lound and caught out off guard, consuming jolts that seize your entire body for a painful split second, jumping back and failed like a acrobatic slipped a step.
He left a mocking snor as you grumbled under your breath and the way your ears burned a vivid red from embarrassment and after a moment he asked "Do you believe in ghost?"
"No I'm not. It just looked sooooo real" You peeked from a pillow. "You do?"
He shrugs nonchalantly. "they were human once and they have memories" Jason looked at you with soft smile not a cocky one.
"memories in this." He pokes your forehead. "Even they are gone you will remember or imagin how they are. You may not truly understand yet, little dum."
"But will you promise me that I'm gone, you will remember me"
"Why are you saying like that, Jayjay?" You makes a worry face. He pinched your little soft huff cheeks. He just couldn't bring himself to tell you he is Robin to admit that every shadow held a threat, and that any night could be his last.
"just promise, brat." He flick your forehead.
"Ouch! Abusive! Okay okay! It's not like you gonna leave this soon."
A little did you know, life is a joke.
He’s dead at your young age from what you remembered. Oh, poor baby visited their brother’s tombstone everyday even the rainy day that they can’t separate a drop on their cheeks is rain or tears.
you will tell a bed story for him to have a goodnight and peace and rub on your promising-brother-red-bracelet that Jason had gave you.
You wish for him. “I hope you’re happy up there and make a lot of friends, and oh don’t forget to introduce your coolest sibling them ….”
“Or just come back,” whisper the last part. You aren’t sure either if you can hear your wish.
But one night like a miracle happened after wishing a shooting star.
Jason comes back to manor.
Despite the eyes colour, you recognize the light in his eyes, the soft scoffed from his lips, the heart shape bangs. You don’t need a second to remember your brother and pounce to him like a fucking truck.
With affection still lingering in his tone, huging you tight enough to make you look over his hesitation hand on your back.
He is back now that’s all you care about.
“Jason what are you watching?” You said to the man who watch old classic movie. So Jason.
"The notebook, kiddo" He said admiring to the movie and expected you to be his companion. "it's a good movie."
Then you heard another sound from kitchen, you turned to see Tim in there, making coffee with pure bean and ton of sugar. Ugh, it's not good for him at this young age! You need him to stop.
“Timmy” you called softly. He, surprisingly, can hear it, looked at you with tired eyes. “Wanna join us?”
“Jason and me are watching a movie, interested?”
Tim looked distressed, but sits next to you in the end.
you have learn since Jason was here. Nobody acknowledge your dead brother except you. Sometimes you tried to insist he wasn't a figment of your imagination, you were met with those same sympathetic, glass-eyed stares. To them, you weren't a witness to the supernatural, just a person drowning in a grief hadn't learned how to heal. You'd long ago stopped expecting anyone else to see him.
Only Tim seemed to be on your side or if he just the heavy, suffocating weight of his pity.
"I have to tell you this." Tim came to you in the kitchen with worried looked, a tell-tale sign when makes when he is trouble or Damian was plotting on him again.
"Something's wrong?" Tim’s stuck between a rock and a hard place but finally he said it.
"Jason is ... not the same brother you were known."
"Oh please, I know him since I was born, Timbo!" The light joke demaner break as his seriouse face hits it. Your smiled was waving.
"Maybe he’s a scarp of who he used to be, but he isn't here." His eyes dropped to your wrist, lingering on the red bracelet circling your wrist. it seemed to pain him. "you’re chasing a ghost. Jason is gone, (Name)."
"No! I can talk to him, he pats my head and I can feel it too!"
"Yeah, Dick uses to be hallucinations after Jason's death. You will get over this soon."
"it's not a hallucinations!" You grinding teeth said coldly to him.
you need to proved it to him.
It's been a week you brought this topic on the table.
The air in the room felt thick, tasting of copper and rain. Jason was hunched over the edge of his bed. He hadn't even taken off his boots yet. Every line of his shoulders screamed exhaustion, the kind that went deeper than bone.
"Jayjay?" you whispered scared the high tone will trigger his whatever thin thread was holding him together. "Can we... can we just talk for a minute?"
We had circled this same talking for so long that the words had lost their meaning, becoming nothing more than flies noise for him. He didn't move, but you felt the atmosphere shift. It was clear he was done and sick of the sound of your voce.
"Stop it, (Name). Seriously." the harsh cold dismissal tone make you swallow worrisome back in your throat but you need to continues
"We can be a family again," you pressed on, your heart thudding against your ribs. You reached out, your fingers hovering near his leather jacket, desperate to anchor him to the world of the living. "You don't have to be a ghost. You’re right here. If I can see you, they can too. You just have to try."
"I said stop, (Name)." he rasped. His voice sounded like it had been dragged over broken glass.
"the preomising red bracelet- I still have it! I told them you gave it to me, I told them you’re not an imaginary friend, I told them- "
The roar echoed off the walls, vibrating in your very teeth. He loomed over you, his eyes dark and unrecognizable, stripped of the kindness he used to carry.
"You want them to see me? You want me to be 'real' for them?" He let out a harsh, jagged laugh that held no joy. when Jason stepped closer, he didn't smell like the peppermint and old books of your childhood; he smelled of gunpowder, exhaust, and a cold, metallic bitterness that felt like a winter grave.
"I’m dead, (Name)! I died in the dirt, and no amount of your wishing is going to fix that. Stop dragging me back into a life I don't belong to. Stop looking at me like I’m still your 'good big brother.' That person is gone."
Jayjay had eyes the color of a summer sky—bright, clear baby blue that always crinkled at the corners when he tucked you into bed not this toxic green
He was so much taller now, a wall of muscle and leather that blocked out the light. Where Jayjay’s hands had been gentle, steadying you when you tripped, this man’s hands were scarred and clenched into white-knuckled fists.
"Go away! I don't need your pathetic in here"
The weight of making him this angry was suffocating. Then came the shove is cold, hard, and wordless. A wave of sick guilt washed over you, you felt like the worst sibling alive for pushing him. Things to be worst He didn't even look at you stumbled back.
"Jay! please I'm sorry!" The sound of a door slamming echoed through the house, leaving you trembling long after the silence and more unsettled in returned.
You screamed until your voice was hoarse, then you slumped to the floor, hugging your knees, leaning against the wall, and waiting, waiting, waiting for Jason to open the door for you. But the longer you waited, the angrier you were at him for doing this, and the sadder you were that he had abandoned you.
Jayjay would never do this, you thought, your mind spinning. Jayjay would never yell. He would never push me. He would look at me like I was a precious thing in the world.
In the quiet, your fingers clawed at the stupid little red circle on your wrist, desperate to tear the memory of him away.
"hey hey calm down.." A warmth bigger hand hold you isn't hard but strong enough to make you stop from hurting yourself more. You turned to look at Tim, who come just in time like it's predictable, with tearful eyes. "let me help,."
The crimson thread was return to who belong to, while Tim let you in his room to give you a break, but you felt hurt as you don't desevre to it.
You stay silenc, look at the bracelet like a cursed treasure. Tim didn't push. He's not a nosy person asking questions, he observes what the person needs, and right now you need a friend.
you bit your lower lips and clutch on it tightly until the it dug into you palm.
"Do you remember the day you said ... "
You speak softly, almost unintentionally, but the words had been a lead weight in your throat for too long "That Jason isn't the same i knew."
"Yeah, and I'm not sorry for it."
A sharp, breathless snort escaped you. You looked up, meeting his gaze with eyes that felt too tired for tears.
"Really?" He didn't sound sad at all. There was a tentative spark of hope in his voice, a relief he couldn't quite hide. "You better not be joking."
"*Jayjay's life." You correct, the words tasting like ash but feeling like a release.
It may hurts, but it's worthy to step forward.
you really remember how that night end, are you cuddle with him in the bed after that or back to your room you can't recall but all you can manage is Jason will be forever missed in your memory.
You haven't seen Jason since that day, in his room that you used to frequent when you missed him. You live a normal life, even though you've finally gotten through high school, but you still think about your childhood.
It's a blurry image of a white room, where toys were scattered across the floor like tiny paradise for you, while the grown-ups talked above my head.
You was busy making plastic dinosaurs talk when the man in the white coat looked at you with a crinkle around his eyes that meant he was smiling behind mask. He usually spoke to adults, before turning to you with a face that felt like a sad hug and started to ask.
“so you don't see him over here?”
“Him?” Your eyes followed where he pointed his pen to. Next to you, you see nothing but the empty chair sits too close to you. "Who?"
"Jason P. Todd, your brother." You shakes your head. you weren't sure that a family's guilty face for you or the empty chair.
The man in lad suit makes a big worried sigh.
"(Name) Todd is dealing with a mental health condition. You said Jason todd and your family have a big argumrnt then you were pretending he was dead and it influence (Name) to have deep believe in it at their young age."
"In this case, their mind has essentially been conditioned to believe that their older brother has gone."
The doctor’s words were just a meaningless hum in your ears. All you could see was Bruce speaking to the void as if Jason were standing right there. Tim was there, too, his hand a warm weight on your shoulder.
Little Tim remember Jason's face.
When the doctor reported that you couldn't see Jason because psychiatric symptoms resulting from trauma, he unravels fast.
The fury blazing across his face, anger rising showered in every of his words. He shoutedat dootors face saying how ridiculouse it is before turned to you hands tugging and shaking some senses of yours. like a crazy man.
And yet, Tim see the ugly beneath the violence, desperatly yells at your motionless face, tembled hands on your unwaving body. The silence pleading from a man who has nothing left but only you.
Since that day Jason never leaving your side everywhere like an anxious guard dog. When you go to the mall? He follows. You sleep on the couch? He nap nearby and stirr to every shift of yours. Even when Tim played games with you, Jason lingered close, refused to leave you. Not even for a second.
Why don't you wear the promising brecelet? Jason wore it right now. he needs to make sure you still remember abou him. Jason will force it on your wrist even when you wake up or sleep.
Sometimes, Tim didn't mean to leans against the door, hearing intently the sound of your breathing or playing game. not only that, Tim can hear Jason's breathing in your room, soft asking how was your day or pure begging for you to see him, saying hiw sorry he was.
Jason wouldn't leave you alone. He couldn't.
Desperately, he chased every chance to reach you, hoping that somehow he would be in your life again. And if all he could have was the faintest sliver of your attention
Jason would take it. He would take anything.
Tim pities for Jason but this the best for you.
He won’t admit that he happy to finally have you all to himself.
