fluff! Featuring DC Comic’s Jason Todd
mj note: lowkey wrote this for myself and did not proof read it
preschool teacher reader!
imagine… your student’s family recently experienced a breaking and entering attempt. You were informed via email on Tuesday morning, the email excusing your student from attending preschool for the day. Anxiety fills you as the email was short and to the point.
The next day, the student is back in class. She’s less concerned about what happened than you and your fellow coteachers were expecting. In fact- she couldn’t stop talking about it.
“Boom! Robin in living room and daddy go ‘ahhh.’ Daddy grab me and I’m safe! Then big man come in, with red mask! He beat up all the bad guys!”
Your ears perk up whenever the legendary crime fighting family is brought to topic. The kids were obsessed with Robin, Batman, and especially Nightwing who was known for highfiving kids whenever he passed them in the line of duty to ensure all of Gotham’s citizens felt safe. For obvious reasons, Red Hood was not normally apart of the kids’ idolizing rotation. In fact, the four year old did not even know his name.
Recess was filled with recreation of the violence that flooded the city streets. Three kids were Robin, one batgirl, a few of the children wanted to be Nightwing, there had to be at least two Batman’s, and the little girl from your class was playing as Red Hood. She didn’t know his name, and referred to him as ‘Red Guy.’ It wasn’t until the kindergarten and first grade class joined the playground that she learned his name.
“Oh you must mean Red Robin,” a first grader stated, arms crossed over his chest. “He’s like Robin, just red.”
Another little boy, from the kindergarten class chimed in: “No! The helmet guy is Red Hood. I know because my dad was saved by him. He works at the- ark-am arse-lum.”
Your heart melted at the attempt to say “Arkham Asylum” which was a large word for the little boy. Everything was going well until a fight broke out.
This was first physical little kid fight you had ever witnessed. The little girl, too lost in her imaginative play, was being a bit too rough with one of the kids pretending to be a bad guy. Not to mention the Gothamite swear words you recognized from your boyfriend at home. Once the real fighting was identified, you and two other co-teachers rushed to the children, informing them to stop.
You had to take her to the office, write out the incident, and finally talk with her parents when they came to get her. The other child was fine, he was used to roughhousing with his older brothers, but it still wasn’t acceptable. The whole preschool class had to be told that if it ever happened again they would no longer be allowed to play heroes at school.
A staff meeting was held after school as well, interrupting your scheduled date with Jason. The principal of the school stated teachers need to nip the ‘bad influence’ in the bud and no longer allow vigilantes to be spoken about or played as during play. You only heard ‘nip the problem in the bud’ and you were determined to do so.
“JASON PETER TODD,” you shouted upon entering your shared apartment. The smell of the apartment calmed you the moment you walked in: the smell of aging leather, twenty year old thrifted books, Jason’s cologne, (possibly a hint of weed) and the steak he was searing in the kitchen was identified quickly. A cat meowed out a greeting from the living room. This was home- and it had taken years to convince Jason to move in together due to his night life- you almost forgotten what you needed to tell him.
Jason, who was making dinner, flinched and poked his head out of the kitchen hallway. “Why did you shout?” He looked anxious, and guilty. “Did I do something?” The question reminded you of the excitement of the day, pulling you from the haze of just coming home.
Even though you wanted to be serious, the wide grin on your face exposed you. “Do you recall the family you saved about two night ago?”
“Uh- the one on Plymouth Ave?”
“Yes! And do you recall a little girl? About four, has curly brown hair-“
“And big blue eyes? Of course, she was the highlight of my night. I’d rather save kids than break up good-for-nothing knife fights.” Jason replied honestly before ducking back into the kitchen, one muscular arm reaching out, hand waving for you to follow.
You make your way into the kitchen and continue: “turns out, she is in my class. I’m not going to say her name, but she got into a lot of trouble today.”
“Yeah, trauma really messes with kids,” he began.
“No, Jay. She got into trouble because she was pretending to be you.”
“Me?” He exclaimed, turning from the stove to face you. He even pointed to himself with the tongs he was holding. “No- kids don’t pretend to be me. They pretend to be Bruce or Damian, or for gods sake, Dick.”
You giggled at his confusion, and disgust at the idea of children idolizing his elder adoptive brother. “Yes, you, Mr. Red Guy.”
“‘Red Guy?’ Is that what she called me? That’s so adorable.” Your boyfriend stated, a smile breaking out of his face.
“It is, but the poor girl was hitting really hard because she struggles with imaginative play. She also said a few cuss words. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” You finally got to the point, taking in a deep breath.
“That’s why you screamed my full, legal name when you came in?” Jason questioned to fill in the silence.
“Yes! Watch your language. Like- I know- you grew up in crime alley and have the thickest gothmite accent in this stinkin’ town-“
“I do not!” Jason argued. “Have you heard some of the goons talk? I sound perfectly normal for where I was born an’ raised!”
“You were raised in the manor- then in like Siberia I don’t know!”
“I was in the alps, I’ve told you like a million times. That’s really not up in-“
“I don’t care- anyways, please. If there is a kid use your Alfred swears.” You stated. It was a demand, but you batted your eyelashes and added in “please.”
Jason sighed before jolting to turn around. “Shit- shit! The steak!”
A laugh escaped you, as the conversation faded away into the background of your night, now being consumed by helping your boyfriend find a new plan for dinner.
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