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Batman plays match maker

Jason Todd x reader

Chapter 3: The Coffee Incident

Taglist: @selina0226

By week three, Bruce had escalated to extremely absurd length

He had called Jason to come in and consult security upgrades to the Eastwing of Wayne Enterprises. The security was perfectly fine. But Jason had a degree in essentially breaking in places, so it was at least plausible enough to pass it casual sniff test.

Jason arrived around ten in the morning, which was earlier than what Bruce and him agreed on him arriving at. You were at your desk but this time you were prepared...or at least you've clearly been preparing mentally. You had a cup of coffee posted on standby like a shield...if that made any sense.

"Morning" Jason graveled while passing by your desk

"Good morning Mr. Todd"

"Jason" he corrected

"Right- sorry" you closed your eyes in defeat "i'm just gonna say good morning and leave it at that"

And that aren't you a genuine smile from him his face went from a 'grumpy ex crime lord' to a surprised 'rough looking guy who was trying hard not to laugh'

"Fair" he said walking to Bruce's office

The security consultation took approximately fifteen minutes to do, during that time Bruce walked Jason through the entire east wing of the building, pointing at cameras, and asking for his opinion on the placement.

"Bruce, they're fine" Jason said a pitching the bridge of his nose

"I don't think the angle at the stairwell is-"

"It's fine. What is this actually about??"

"Nothing, thank you for your expertise"

Jason looked at him with a frowning look that promised 'I will dropkick Damien off of Wayne Tower if you call me in for more bullshit' then he turned around and walked towards the elevator

But then

Oh then

Fate...or more accurately, bruce Wayne's pre-meditative intervention happened

You had gotten up to go use the restroom, and your absence left your coffee shield unprotected.

Once Jason passed his jacket then caught the cup knocking it all over your keyboard. Blue side witnessed it off from his office door. Look up tipped in slow motion it was like a car crash.

Jason moved fast, stupid fast, faster than you normal human being should. He had caught the cup from shattering to the floor but unfortunately he could not save your keyboard from the liquid deaf that seeped into its motherboard.

Friction of his fast movements tipped the little succulent plant off the desk he caught that too. He stood there succulent in one hand and coffee cup in the other.

That was the exact moment you came back to your desk.

You stopped you stared.

Jason are you back.

In his hand he held your plant which he was holding like a lady renaissance in painting and your cup. And on your desk a small puddle of brown liquid fused itself to your keyboard.

"I-" Jason started

"Oh no" you whispered

"I can fix-"

"my keyboard"

"I will buy you a new one"

"My plant-"

"I saved it"

"My coffee"

"I'll clean it up" Bruce facepalm 'damnit Jason, just. Ask. Her. Out.' He thought is he watched you both panicking struggle to clean up the coffee

"don't use some jacket" you said picking up the paper off your desk that are soaked in coffee

"it's leather it'll wipe off"

"But-"

"It's fine-"

"Mr wayne is gonna see"

"Bruce doesn't care-"

"i'm standing right here" Bruce said from the doorway of his office the entire situation was getting extremely hard to watch. And though Bruce really likes the bonding time you two had, it was getting what Tim would describe as cringe.

You both froze, Bruce stairs at the scene. The lake of coffee, Jason trying to wipe it up with the Jacket he had bought him. You stand there with your head in your hands ears red as a fire truck. The little succulent miraculously unharmed from it all.

"I'll call house keeping to take care of it" Bruce said calmly(tho he really wanted to scold Jason for mess) but he walked back into his office

Behind him he could hear Jason let out a breath followed by said whispering "I am so sorry" and Bruce smiled softly to himself.

The next morning when you go to the office you found a new keyboard on your desk and a large coffee form the shop three blocks from there...the good kind of coffee. And a small note in unexpectedly good handwriting

Sorry about your desk - J

You stared at the not for a long time

Then you folded it neatly and pocketed it and smiled.

Note: guys I have three more chapters planed for this series, I want to thank you for all your kind words :)

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Batman Plays Matchmaker

Jason Todd x reader

Chapter 2: The Plan Formulates

Notes: I like the head Canon that Wolverine and Batman had a Situationship. I think it's funny 😭

Chapter 1

Now it should be noted that Bruce is many things. A genius, A vigilante, A Father, A philanthropist. he has mastered every single form of martial arts, but still can't figure out how to work a coffee machine when he's alone at the Hall of Justice.

But a matchmaker

That was a whole new territory

His track record of romance is colorful… really, really colorful. Catastrophic is the correct word he had dated a notorious cat burglar, and had a Situationship with a certain man with claws who is a part of the X-Men.

His son's love lives were a patchwork of tragedy, pinning and what dick described as ‘emotional constipation’.

But the thing about Bruce is that he's fundamentally incapable of leaving anything unsolved. And the post in front of him right now was you and his feral Alley kid son.

It was like having the keys to two locked doors and being so close to figuring out how to combine them into one super key to unlock both.

All he had to do was start forming shit together

The trick. Bruce reasoned, that directness. Jason, as dick put it ‘was like a feral alley cat that you had a trick to come inside’ if Bruce were to just callJason and said “I have a woman for you to meet” Jason would send a trap from a mile away and run to a different time zone.

No, this had to be subtle. This had to be strategic

Jason still had connections with Wayne Enterprises. Through his share of The Wayne inheritance, he owns a small percentage of the company. The fact that he largely ignores it gave him reason to be in the building.

Bruce just needed a reason for him to show up.

He had managed to track him down in Crime Alley on top of one of the buildings.

“Jason I need you to come to my office tomorrow”

Jason nearly jumped out of his skin as he whipped his head around to find Bruce standing directly behind him

“Why,” he said catching his breath from nearly having his soul leave him...(again)

“ I have some documents that need your signature for shareholder things”

“mail them”

“It needs to be signed in person, notarized”

"Then send a notary."

“Jason” he said inhaling through his nose clearly annoyed

“What”

“Please, don't be difficult”

There's a long pause between them of silence “This is weird”

“Just come to my office between one and three”

“Fine, but if this is an intervention-”

“It's not an intervention” Bruce was mentally groaning the amount of times that he had to say this was getting ridiculous

“ if dick shows up with a PowerPoint-”

“My office between one and three please” Bruce said before dropping into the dark alley leaving Jason on the roof to his own devices

The next day at 2:39PM Jason showed up like he was entering hostile territory. who's wearing a leather jacket and boots that had seen better days an expression that said he was very displeased to be there.

He had to walk past your desk. You looked up at him and he looked at you. leaving you to look away with such speed that it would make the flash blush.

Jason blinked

When he walked into Bruce's office, he paused, looking back at you, you were staring down your monitor as it owed you money.

He frowned and shook it off and closed the door behind

Bruce sat at his desk like he hadn't spent the evening orchestrating this very moment

“The documents are on the desk” he said gesturing to the pathetic single piece of paper

Jason frowned harder, he picked up the paper It was a routine quarterly shareholder acknowledgment. He took 12 seconds to fill it out.

“You made me come to the office for this” he said flailing the paper around

“Yes”

“Bruce”

“Thank you for coming by” he said

Jason stared at him, staring back with the most impulsive face of a man who once stared down killer croc without flinching. matchmaking required similar resolves

To Jason, he just looked like a smug bastard

“I'm leaving” Jason announced

“Have a good day, Jason” he said sounding like a dad dropping his son off at school

He turned to walk out. He had to walk past your desk again. That time you didn't look up at him your shoulders had migrated to ear level, and you were trying to type with the frantic energy of someone trying to look very, very busy.

This time Jason stopped in front of your desk facing you

"Your new" he said

Your fingers twitch on your keyboard as you force yourself to look up at him "Yes, sir, Mr Todd...sir"

Jason's eye twitched "Don't call me sir" Sir made him sound like he was a Boss he hasn't been a boss since his crime lord days anytime he looked back at those days he cringed, like a kid looking at pictures of their emo phase.

"Sorry, Mr Todd" you said

"That's-that's literally just my name with the title attached"

"Sorry"

Jason opened his mouth and closed it and moved with that only can be described as a tactical retreat heading back towards the elevator

Bruce watched from his office door with his arms crossed

'First contact established' he muttered to himself.

Documents stacked up over the weeks and Bruce has never been more on top of shareholder paperwork in his entire life.

Every few days ways there was something new that ‘required Jason's signature’ A proxy from. Dividend election. Stock transfer authorization.

Jason, to his credit, didn't immediately catch on. He was suspicious, but he was always suspicious. But the requests were so mind-numbingly mundane that even his paranoia could clock it.

What Bruce didn't account for was that Jason started lingering.

It happened on his third visit. After another signing of whatever pointless document Bruce had produced, Jason walked out of his office and stopped at your desk. You had a small succulent in a cream colored pot on your desk.

“Is this an Echeveria?” Jason asked

You snapped your head up to look at him nearly giving yourself whiplash “What?”

“The plant, Echeveria elegans. Mexican snowball”

You looked at him like he had spoken Aramaic “you-you know succulent’s?”

“Yeah I know plants, I keep a few house plants at my apartment and a garden” he admitted, Roy recommended he get some, after he complained about Bruce for the hundredth time to him. Claimed he needed ‘something that would listen and never take Bruce's side’.

“You have a garden”

The way you said it, it was like he’d told you he had a pet dragon it made something shift on his face. A small hint of amusement. A tiny ghost of a smile that died before forming fully.

“Yeah, roof grown…I have some herbs and tomatoes”

“That's- that's really nice” you said softly, then you realized you said it out loud and immediately looked down at your keyboard “I mean, it's practical, for cooking. Which is a normal thing to do with tomatoes”

He stared at you for a long moment “You're weird”

It wasn't an insult, Bruce could tell from the tone. It's the same tone Jason would use when talking to a street dog…almost affectionate he could say.

Jason left, and you didn't look up until the elevator dinged closed. You put the heels of your palms on your warm cheeks. And made a small sound of distress.

Bruce had been pressing his ear to his office door for so long listening to the interaction that it had gone red.

Ending note: let me know if y'all see any typos I missed I had to finish this while on a road trip 😅

Taglist:

@jasontood3904000

@maraaaa105

@diannnnsss

@theworldscalamity

@decadentwinterkingdom

@mp-littlebit

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Batman plays matchmaker

Jason Todd x reader

Chapter one

Bruce has hired so many secretaries over the years....

But among the years of him cycling through countless assistants and secretaries, he has never quite met someone like you.

You were odd, the quiet type of odd not the cute odd, the anxious type of quiet odd. Almost quiet to the point where people forget you'd be in the room until you cleared your throat and announced that you have been in the room the entire time.

You keep your head down. You go pale in the face when someone makes eye contact with you. Dick had once complimented your organization system, and you just stared at him like he had just spoken fluent Latin to you and expected you to say something back while holding you at gunpoint.

So it's safe to say you are, in every conceivable way, the opposite of a Typical Wayne Enterprises employee or his secretary, for lack of a better term. You were basically a mouse and a shark tank but you were thriving.

And Bruce magically had your stuff sorted in the decent-sized corner of his office overnight from your color-coded organization system to whatever paperwork you were working on the day prior. The point was you had a space within eleven business days.

And your first day was spent reorganizing his filing system in a way that would make Alfred actually weep with joy. You voiced needs of the company before anyone else could, left exactly the right number of pens in meeting rooms, and memorized coffee orders like it was the holy Bible.

You were against all odds the most perfect secretary that had ever blessed this shitty city that is Gotham.

And Bruce Wayne the world's greatest detective noticed something else.

It was on the third day you've been working there. He noticed your computer screen when. You were on lunch break you'd clearly assumed that no one would be watching you. Because you had been reading a copy of The Art of War on a PDF.

And at first, he filed it away in his brain not thinking much of it.

Turn on day five when he had come back from a late meeting to find you waiting at your desk to hand him some paperwork. He saw a battered paperback copy of Crime and Punishment.

This wasn't a light, beach read of classical literature that someone would pick up to seem smart. It was the dense, brooding, philosophical kind that required genuine interest to get through.

And he again filed it away in his Brain.

Day eight is when the final puzzle piece fell into his lap like a saving fucking grace. Cause he overheard you talking with a coworker which was rare.

The conversation stemmed from a conversation about a motorcycle that a coworker bought. And you were listening politely nodding along to the information and you quietly mentioned you liked Triumph models. And said coworker looked at you ever so shocked

So you had a love for classic literature and motorcycles.

Bruce had stood in the hallway of the break room for 20 minutes letting the information slowly sink in and he felt an unmistakable realization dawn on him.

He knew someone with the same classic literature and motorcycle obsession. Someone who kept a dog-eared copy of Crime and Punishment at his safe house.

Someone who had lectured him several times that the book Art of War should not be taken lightly.

'Jason Peter Todd'

Bruce took a sip of his coffee humming. His detective brain has satisfied his needs once again.

Notes: I'm posting this to test waters I might post more parts later idk, hoping to form the tags as I go for now it's just fluff cuz I like slow burn :)

let me know if y'all like it

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POV: jadder anytime he starts tweaking out

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[angels-ipod]

IF I SEE ONE MORE OC x CHARACTER IN THE “x reader” SECTION IMA TWEAK.

I AM NOT YOUR OC💔💔💔

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When your theater teacher has your whole class watch Hamilton and now you’re going back to your roots 

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The lack of Hellsing x Reader fics out there criminal. Criminal and depressing.

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I just want to sleep chat 😭😭

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He gonna take a long Dirt nap

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Me: *chill in my bed*

Deadpool: *busts in my room with a large cake* “happy birthday mama clover”

Logan: *appearing behind him* “happy birthday cupcake”

Bucky: *who just ran a whole block to my apartment and is slightly out of breath* “happy birthday doll”

Redhood: *coming in through my window* “alright make room the dynamic duo is here…happy birthday sweetheart”

Grayson: *crawling in from the window* “happy birthday gorgeous”

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It’s been a lovely 3 year with you guys and I’m so happy I’m here making memories with you all. I hope y’all have a good happy day, love clover ☘️

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A probably already agreed upon hand canon Bruce is the type of dad to be overprotective.

But not just to his kids other kids, be it the ones on the streets of Gotham or just a kid of a random villian

In task force x live action movie, it’s shown that Bruce as Batman had to apprehend dead-shot while he was out with his daughter Zoe doing Christmas shopping

In my mine Zoe is around the same age as Damian and to Bruce it twists his heartstrings and it hurts him even more to see Zoe push herself in front of him to stop her dad form shooting him

Bruce’s emotions are unclear cause of his Cowell but beep down he know if Zoe ever looked back at him at that every moment he probably would have let deadshot go

And then it would dawn on Bruce deadshot was doing what he did to support her.

Ever as he waits for Gordon to show up with officers to take deadshot to prison he see a side of deadshot he never thought a man with a death wish would have a side only a loving father comforting their children

It reminds him of him and Damian, the nights when storms are a tad bit to loud to the point it sends Damian into fear shock and lead to him to running to Bruce for comfort normal kid stuff.

Also note:

Deadshot is probably the most underrated Batman villain and he’s not talked about enough

I truly believe that he became an assassin/hitman to support his family aka his daughter

It’s stated in his fandom page that Zoe is his soft spot and if she’s threatened in any way he’s compelled to do anything to make sure she’s soft, and if that something is serious as murder to be the solution for her safety it’s a risk his whiling to take

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I WILL KISS THE FIRST MF TO MAKE A FIC OF HIM X A AGENT READER

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You trying to put up Christmas decorations: LOGAN!

Logan: I’m coming damn it

Wade: not off camera your not

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don’t think I didn’t notice you ignoring notifications Clover. anyway, this papa Wade here leaving a special little surprise for mama clover whenever she decides to open this slightly more smutty version of Twitter - mama clover papa Wade out

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You:

Logan:

You: do your claws pop out when you’re close

Logan: ya wanna fine out

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Y/n: “I’m gonna touch you magic man”

John Constantine: *half drunk* “you promise”