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aight, this is a basic one. choosing 'destroy elpis' instead of the 'save elpis' one, in the new RE requiem game. when grace choose to destroy elpis instead of saving it. and i know its not canon but its sucks watching leon dies💔
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Bruce Wayne
A work in progress @starlitfables
Adopting a mother @koviakore
Summary: A large heavy item lands on your fire escape. Any smarter person would’ve left it alone.
Dick Grayson
Meet cute @kthologue
Summary: dick finally meets his match.
Honeymoon Chaos @bloomcissa
Summary: You read thirst comments about your husband!
Good blobs @edawgz
Summary: DICK GRAYSON has been your husband for years, and yet he still finds ways to make you fall more and more in love with him every day.
Lightning strikes twice @silverlullabies
Summary: in which Nightwing accidentally develops feelings for the anxious woman whose rescue has become part of his regular nightly routine by this point.
Jason Todd
Wisdom teeth @spoookyraccoon
Dealing with Dick's breakdown @skyefiles
Misunderstanding @rae-akarui
summary: You have a weird habit of giving names to every stuff you possess. And unfortunately Jason doesn't know it apply on your sourdough as well.
Lecture @ivorydragoness44
Summary: Leaving a lecture late, the Reader finds that walking home alone at night in Gotham doesn't feel like a good option. So, they call Jason to pick them up.
Ex @strawberry-nugget
During a black out in Gotham's Midtown, you have to tend to a stab wound at home, exhausted and alone. Jason, sent by Dick to check on you, kinda breaks in. And you kinda have very romantic candlelit make up sex. Oopsie Daisy
To hold you once more @teklarn
summary: you give birth in captivity, and after being rescued, can't bring yourself to part with your child - a challenge your husband is finding increasingly difficult.
Thanksgiving at the Todds @fluentmoviequoter
Your first Thanksgiving with your husband Jason becomes hosting Thanksgiving for his entire family. Between cooking and dealing with the Wayne boys, you have plenty to be grateful for.
Meet...crash? @/bloomcissa
In which you hit a vigilante with your car
Bloody welcome @tacticaldiary
Summary: “I can’t tell if you’re staring at me because you’re awestruck or because you have a concussion.”
Belly Bumps @/edawgz
Summary: Jason Todd knew that you were feeling all sorts of ways during your pregnancy. Of course, he treated you like a queen through it all... but, he was still himself and still making teasing jokes, and that unfortunately bit him in the ass.
One mustn't judge a book by its cover @starr-jazz
Summary: In a Bridgeton-esque world, you and Jason have a meet-cute in the Wayne Manor Library.
Gift of the truth @saltyjoy
Summary: After figuring out that your boyfriend is Red Hood, you struggle to figure out a way to tell him you are aware of his “nightly activities.” When Jason finally introduces you to his family a week before Christmas, you are presented with the perfect opportunity to tell him
One more gift @/saltyjoy
Summary: You get Jason for the second year in a row for the Secret Santa exchange. This time, you decide to get him the Fatson Todd plush.
Baby Daddy @cipheress-to-k-pop
Meet the waynes @froggibus
Summary: When Jason brings you to meet his family, he expects awkwardness and prying questions. What he doesn't expect? You to bond with the youngest Wayne sibling
Reflection @pluvoia
Summary: in which, JASON TODD has got a big, fat crush on the neighborhood's bookstore owner; so it's not a surpise when he ends up inside of her, right?
Lollipops at my place @shisuni
Summary⋮ you own the diner that gives cheap food for kids. If you need to throw out a thug, he made sure you knew who to call. If he needed somewhere to get actual food and a safe place to rest that asked no questions, he knew where to go.
Inconveniently Yours @silkysentences
Summary: Being Bruce Wayne’s assistant means handling a huge workload that Jason Todd thinks is easy.
Who do you love? @/teklarn
summary: you're hopelessly in love with your classmate, jason todd. and you just so happen to be quite good friends with red hood. drunk one night, you admit you have feelings for jason to your vigilante friend, not knowing the man behind the mask is the man you're in love with.
Cupcakes @/teklarn
summary: as a single mother raising your daughter in gotham city, you have no choice but to rely on vigilantism to stay safe. as a thank-you, your daughter leaves out food for the vigilantes. at first, you assume it's birds pecking away at the plates, until one day you find a man in a red mask sitting on your balcony, eating the cupcakes you just baked with your daughter.
Tim Drake
Midnight Call @elletheactualmenace
Summary: A hypocritical text leads to a midnight call and banter.
Absolutely perfect @/edawgz
Summary: TIM DRAKE may have a taxing job, but everything is worth it when he comes home to see you.
Sewn in ring @thewitchblue
Truth Serum @catbayunthestoryteller
Summary: Tim gets injected with truth serum.
Coffee Shop Anomaly @jellyfishsthings
Summary: The reader runs a small café. Every morning, Tim Drake shows up, buys coffee, and tries to casually flirt, except he’s so sleep-deprived his pick-up lines are borderline code-breaking attempts. One day, the reader writes their number on his cup with the note: “For debugging purposes.”
Puppy Love @fanpom-imagines
summary: Damian forces Tim to watch over his dog while he's gone, and it might be one of the best things to happen to him
Someone's in trouble @champagnesbiggestproblem
Summary: You and Tim were supposed to meet at a cafe for a date. When he doesn't show after losing himself with stress while working on a case, you bring the date to him.
Sweet Cream and Sweet Talk @pastryiee
Damien Wayne
It's not humiliation, it's love @fromrory
Family Dinner @lillilybells
summary: Damian tries to keep his girlfriend a secret from his family, keyword, tries.
Kidnapped and..kind of thriving @amya-da-dc
Summary: When Talia al Ghul discovers that her son has a partner, she does what any loving, overbearing assassin mother would do—she kidnaps you.
summary: Damian Wayne catches you watching him during a chemistry class, and instead of calling you out for it he draws you doing so.
True Moments @starr-jazz
SUMMARY: One domestic morning, Damian clicks candid photos of you. (+bonus.)
Nepo Vigilante @latedeparture
Summary: after your parents die, you inherit their legacy as vigilantes, reluctantly stepping into a life you never asked for. bruce takes you in to honor a promise to them, pairing you with damian, whose cruelty and perfectionism push you to your limits, until one day, fed up, you choose to train with tim instead, sparking damian’s outrage.
You don't believe in birthday wishes @njghtiee
Summary: damian would never forget your birthday, he would even listen to what he defines a wasteful and sentimental tradition, except they aren't when they're your birthday wishes.
You're the most impossible thing I want to try to understand @/njghtiee
Summary: damian has become your muse so quickly that you didn't even notice or acknowledge it, you just couldn't help it but draw it as you saw him. until one day he found out.
Soulmates @ppatmaria
Summary: When you were young you wrote a message for your soulmate only for them to answer in scribbles you can't understand
Built by love @gaintsnowflake
Summary: damian kept his marriage to you a secret, until one of his brothers just happened to intrude
Inked in devotion @/fromrory
Damien you are so psyched @gothamlocal
Summary: Ever since Damian came home from school yesterday, he’s been acting off. So, you make it your goal to cheer up the distant little boy.
Platonic Damien x Reader
The only exception @fawnindawn
summary: getting a list of everything damian hates, you feel self-conscious about ticking the boxes in that list—and try to fix that, not knowing that you’re damian’s only exception.
Knocking on love's door @/fawnindawn
summary: damian wayne is at a total loss in the matters of love and winning over your heart, so much so that he dreadfully ends up on each brother’s doorstep seeking love advice.
Chronically Online @/jellyfishsthings
Vow to be yours @/fawnindawn
summary: you're convinced your betrothed, damian wayne, despises or at most—tolerates you for the sake of his duty. it takes only one moron to try and steal your hand to prove that damian takes the promise of being your future husband as a role he will never let anyone else fulfill.
BatMom
Who broke batmom's vase? @lovetrouble123
Summary: Out of everything that could have broke, why did it have to be mom’s vase?
What is left? @sozzoe
Wally West
Tungs @froggibus
Summary: Wally tries to teach you how to skateboard
Summary: Jason is tired of your stubbornness always leading to injury
Word Count: 848
Content/CW: injury, blood, arguing, mentions of death, established relationship, hurt/comfort, cleaning wounds
— requested by the wonderful @rae-akarui <3
froggi yaps -> pls ignore me reusing this banner, i am so so tired lol i struggled with this one way more than i should have </3 it was such a good idea but i think i kinda wrote myself into a box and couldn't write myself out of it. anyway, enjoy <3
You’re injured again.
Despite the way you try to hide it beneath gritted teeth and deep breaths, Jason sees through you. He sees the way you’re limping, the blood sticking to your fingers. He frowns deeper every time you wince.
Ten minutes. He’d asked you to wait ten minutes for backup. But stubborn and headstrong as always, you’d gone in without him. He’d pinned the throttle on his bike when he heard your comms go dark.
Jason hits the ground running. He sees you leaning against a shipping container, sinking down onto the ground and letting the rain wash over you.
You offer him a weak wave, smiling through the pain.
Jason drops on his knees next to you. “You’re bleeding.”
You relax at the sound of his voice, head lulling back. Jason pulls your splayed hand away from your side, beholding the blood on your skin with thinly veiled horror.
He’s seen blood before. Violence, injury—they’re all old friends to him. But this is your blood, your injury. Bile burns in the back of his throat.
It’s just a graze, a bad one at that, but nothing serious. He rips off a piece of your shirt and ties it around your side.
“Ow!” You wince when he pulls it tight, “that hurts.”
“So does dying.”
You scoff. “I’m not—Jesus, Jason, I’m not going to die.”
“You could’ve.”
Your mouth goes dry at that. His helmet is off, tucked away somewhere on his bike. It’s a curse, really. You can see his frown like this, the tension in his jaw, the thinly veiled anger.
He lifts you up, an arm over his shoulder, your body half sunken into his.
“Jason—“
“Stop.”
You open your mouth to speak, your strength waning the closer you get to his bike, but Jason shoots you a look so venomous you immediately stop.
Jason doesn’t speak a word for the next hour. You can see the gears turning behind his eyes, see him open and close his mouth while he helps you up to his hideout. But the words never come and the silence threatens to drown you.
He sits you up on the bathroom counter, the blood that’s soaked through your clothes rubbing against the porcelain of his sink. He kneels beneath the sink, his broad frame blocking your view of the cupboard he rifles through.
You watch him lay out the usual spread of first-aid supplies, watch as he cleans his hands, rolls up your shirt. It’s routine at this point: you get hurt, and Jason patches you up.
It’s the tense silence that breaks your routine, the frustration that radiates through his bones and stiffens every action.
“I’m sorry,” you say quietly. “I should have waited.”
He’s dead quiet, cleaning the blood and debris from your wound.
“It was stupid and reckless and—“
You shiver, wincing when he applies the antiseptic to your side. You squeeze your eyes shut, toes curling in your dampened socks. You catch his wrist in yours.
“Jason can you—can you just look at me? Please?”
Nothing. It’s like he’s shelled himself away, retreating to a place you cannot follow.
You take the antiseptic pad from his hand. “I can finish up. You don’t have to deal with me right now.
The vacancy on his face shatters and the emotions that come rushing to the surface are worse than his silence. Finally, he looks at you.
“Is that what you think this is about?” He takes a deep, shaking breath, “that I don’t want to help you?”
You blink. His hand has stilled on your side, his head dipped down so you can see eye to eye.
“You don’t want my help. Do you know how-how shitty it is to see you hurt knowing I wasn’t there?”
His face is inches from yours, so close you can see all the flecks of green and blue in his eyes, count every individual lash framing them.
“How do you think it’s going to feel when I see you dead, knowing I wasn’t there for it?”
And for a minute, something flashes behind Jason’s eyes. Because he understands now. Something close to sympathy for Bruce curls up in his chest and dies.
You’re quiet, voice cracking. “I’m not going to die, Jay.”
“I thought the same thing once.”
Silence blankets the room, all of the air sucked out of your lungs. Jason, sensing the awkwardness of the room, unwraps a gauze bandage and presses it to your side. His touches are softer now, like he doesn’t want you to realize he’s here.
“Ten minutes.” He says. “Just give me ten minutes next time.”
“Alright, ten minutes.”
He cracks the ghost of a smile, helping you off of the counter and into his arms.
Ten minutes later, settled into bed with Jason’s arms around you, the argument is long forgotten. You have your face nuzzled into his chest, his head tucked above yours.
“Jason?”
He traces lazy circles on your back, careful not to get too close to your injured side. “Hm?”
“I love you.”
“I-I love you too.”
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''Wanna hear a joke?''
''I guess''
''Me and you are in the car,who's driving?''
''who?''
''THE POLICE!''
feat. hijabi!reader x Jason Todd
w.c: 1k
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It’s cold enough that the city sounds different.
Gotham always hums, always breathes, but tonight it’s quieter—snow muting the streets, frost clinging to fire escapes, the sky low and pale like it’s holding its breath. You can feel the chill even through the apartment windows, creeping in soft and insistent.
Jason feels it too.
“That’s not warm enough,” he mutters for the third time, standing behind you in the bedroom as you fasten your coat.
You smile at your reflection. “It’s fine.”
“It’s Gotham,” he counters. “And it’s December. That’s a personal attack.”
You laugh softly, reaching for your hijab on the dresser. You’d already chosen one—deep burgundy, soft wool, neatly folded. Warm. Practical. Pretty.
Jason watches you pick it up, eyes flicking from the fabric to your face, something fond and unreadable settling in his chest.
“You sure you don’t want the thicker one?” he asks, trying again.
You turn to look at him. “Jay,this goes around my head.”
He sighs, defeated but smiling. “Okay. Okay. I’ll shut up.”
You step closer, close enough to feel the heat of him, and tilt your head. “You’re sweet when you worry.”
He huffs. “Don’t spread that around. I’ve got a reputation.”
You turn back to the mirror and begin wrapping your hijab—slow, practiced movements, fingers sure and graceful. Jason leans against the doorframe, watching like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world. He always does.
It’s not that he doesn’t know how it works—he’s watched you do it hundreds of times. It’s that he loves the ritual of it. The care. The way you take your time. The way your expression softens, settles into something calm and self-possessed.
“You look beautiful,” he says quietly.
You smile, pin the fabric in place, and reach for your gloves. “You say that every time.”
“Yeah,” he replies. “Because every time it’s true.”
When he turns back toward the closet, you notice it.
The scarf.
It’s wrapped loosely around his neck, thick knit, worn-in at the edges—and the same deep burgundy as your hijab.
You pause.
Then you grin.
“Jason.”
He freezes. Slowly turns around. “What?”
You point. “Your scarf.”
He glances down like he hasn’t noticed it before, then back up at you, already suspicious. “What about it?”
“It matches my hijab.”
A beat.
Then another.
He clears his throat. “Coincidence.”
You arch a brow. “Really.”
“Absolutely.”
You step closer, fingers brushing the scarf, thumb and forefinger pinching the fabric lightly. “Because I’m pretty sure this is the one I bought you last winter.”
“…Maybe.”
“And I’m pretty sure it was navy blue.”
He exhales through his nose, caught. “Okay, yeah. I switched it.”
Your smile softens, something warm blooming in your chest. “You did that on purpose.”
Jason shrugs, suddenly very interested in the floor. “Didn’t think it was a big deal.”
“You color-coordinated with me.”
He looks up then, eyes warm and a little shy. “You look good. I like matching you.”
Your heart does a small, traitorous flip.
You reach up, straighten the scarf where it’s slipped. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Married,” he corrects. “There’s a difference.”
Before you can respond, his hands lift—hesitant, careful.
“Hey,” he says softly. “Can I?”
You nod immediately. “Yeah.”
Jason steps closer, movements slow, reverent. He adjusts the edge of your hijab where it’s shifted near your cheek, thumb brushing the fabric with practiced gentleness. He tucks it just right, making sure it frames your face the way you like, checking that it’s secure without being tight.
His knuckles brush your jaw accidentally.
He stills. “Too much?”
“No,” you whisper. “It’s perfect.”
He exhales, relieved, then smiles—a real one, soft and crooked. “Good.”
He steps back, looks you over like he’s committing you to memory. Coat buttoned. Gloves on. Hijab neat and warm.
“Okay,” he says. “Now you’re ready.”
You laugh. “You act like you’re sending me out into a blizzard.”
“Gotham is a blizzard,” he replies. “Just with crime.”
The city hits you both the moment you step outside—cold air sharp in your lungs, snow crunching under your boots. Jason’s hand finds yours immediately, big and warm, fingers lacing together like second nature.
You tuck closer to his side as you walk, his arm coming around your shoulders without thinking. He angles his body slightly, blocking the worst of the wind, scarf brushing your hijab where you lean into him.
“You cold?” he asks.
“A little.”
He pulls you closer. “That’s fixable.”
You walk like that for a while, sharing warmth, the city glowing around you. Storefront lights reflect off the snow. Somewhere nearby, someone’s laughing. Gotham feels—if not peaceful—then at least gentle.
You stop at a crosswalk, waiting for the light. Jason shifts beside you, adjusting his scarf, then pauses.
“…Hold on.”
Before you can ask what he’s doing, his hands lift again, carefully reaching for the edge of your hijab near your temple. The wind’s loosened it just a bit.
He tucks it back into place with the same care he uses to clean a gun or tend a wound—precise, respectful, intimate.
“There,” he murmurs. “Didn’t want it slipping.”
Your throat tightens.
“Thank you,” you say quietly.
He shrugs, but his ears are pink. “That’s my job.”
“Fixing my hijab?”
“Taking care of my wife,” he says simply.
The light changes. You cross the street together, your steps in sync.
Later, you duck into a small café, warmth wrapping around you instantly. Jason orders for both of you—your usual, remembered without asking. You sit by the window, hands wrapped around a steaming cup, watching snow fall outside.
Jason watches you.
The way the café lights catch the fabric of your hijab. The way your smile softens when you take the first sip. The way you laugh when he nudges your foot with his boot.
“What?” you ask, amused.
He shakes his head. “Nothing. Just… happy.”
You reach across the table, squeeze his hand. “Me too.”
When you leave, the cold feels less biting. Or maybe it’s just that you’re wrapped in him—his arm around you, his scarf brushing your hijab, the two of you moving through the city like you belong together.
Because you do.
Married. Matched. Warm.
And Jason Todd, former menace, current husband, adjusts his scarf to make sure it still matches yours—just in case.
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I have a request
Jason Todd’s secret girlfriend (I’m obsessed with that troupe ) and Jason and dick are on patrol and something happened to them and dick is in bad shape and Jason can’t get him to the cave fast enough so he take him home and it’s just a whole thing where all the bats show up and see Jason’s HOT gf just standing there looking hot
a/n: thank u for the request!!! there isn't a lot of backstory for reader here, (besides being hot) so if you think this wouldn't apply to you, you're wrong!! YOU'RE ALL HOT AND THE BATBOYS WOULD AGREE. also…OBVIOUSLY jason isn’t ugly, but y’all have a brother before? those are the ugliest folks around (trust me i was shocked when my brother (WHO I RAISED!!!) pulled a cute alt girlie)
tw: mention of stabbing, and a knife, patching up of wounds.
wc: 3.8k (not beta read lol)
jason todd x fem!reader
It's suppose to a boring night of patrol. Jason's pretty sure he jinxed it when he kissed you goodbye and said he'd be home before 4am. Typically he doesn't join in for patrol, he waved Bruce off once and they simply figured he'd be "patrolling" near the narrows all the time. But Dick had asked nice enough (and Bruce was out of town), so Jason had agreed to patrol with Dick. Given Dick's current state, Jason reluctantly feels glad it's him and not Tim, or god forbid Damian. He can't imagine either of them would have a way to lug dick around the way he is now. Jason clenches his jaw at the shallow breath Dick gives.
"Oracle, I need a safe place to patch Nightwing up," Jason grits through his teeth.
Oracle is tapping away through the comms as she speaks. "You're twenty minutes out from the Cave, there's a emergency box ten blocks away,"
"Not gonna work for us," Jason grumbles a little as he pats Dick's cheek twice, tapping to get his attention.
"Whassnotgonnaworkforus" Dick slurs, head slumping towards Jason's shoulder, it's exhausting to get the words out.
"Don't worry bout it," Jason grunts and pulls him up a little. Barbara is saying something in his comms but he's lost in his own problem solving. He knows what part of town they're in, even in the damp dark nook they had hidden away in. He had spent enough Saturday mornings at the farmer market hosted a block away from here. Has picked up your favorite curry two blocks away from here. He knows you're only in the next building over, fast asleep. His hand is still pressed against Dick's ribs and he feels the heat of his blood spreading even with the glove on. It makes Jason's decision for him. Barbara is saying something in his ear but Jason had stopped listening.
"Alright bud, let's move" Jason is huffing a little as he takes most of Dick's weight and starts moving as quickly as he can through the streets. Dick sucks in a breath at the shifting, Jason can feel it against his own hand. It makes him start to move a little quicker his heart clinching in his chest a little. Your building is visible from where he's standing and it makes him stutter in his steps. You're asleep anyways, it's not like Dick will see you. And even if he did, what the hell is Jason suppose to do? Let Dick die because he's being a little bit of a wimp? Jason's guilt is heavy enough.
Jason stops and slips into a shadow with Dick, leaving him against the wall. "Can't drag us both up the fire escape, so I need you to stay here and stay awake just for a few minutes" Jason looks up towards the third floor and looks back at Dick. He's pale, it's unnatural and it has Jason clenching his fists. Jason takes a knife out of a sheave and flips it to point the handle towards Dick. Dick moves a little unsteady as he grips the knife and nods at Jason's words. Dick is bracing himself against the wall, one hand pressing against the leaking wound, the other now holding the knife. He nods as firmly as he can muster. Jason pats his cheek and is scaling up the fire escape. It's muscle memory to shimmy the window open and slip into the living room without causing any real fuss. Jason flips on the lamp set close to the window for moments like this. He takes less than a second to glance around the apartment. You had flipped all the lights off, cleaned off the counters and folded his favorite blanket on the end of the couch. Jason's stopped in his steps when he notices a note you left on the side table, a cup of water holding it down with a bottle of aspirin. For a moment, his heart slows and all he wants is to crawl into the bed down the hall with you. Instead he kicks himself into gear, pulling the bedroom door all the way shut, making sure the hallway light is off and pulling some old sheets he can lay across the couch for Dick.
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Dick knows he's losing a lot of blood, which means he must be losing time as well. There's no way Jason managed to crawl up the fire escape, picked an apartment to break into and came down to get him in the seconds he thinks passed. He loses more before he's suddenly in a room he'd never seen before, being dumped onto some poorly covered couch.
It seems the change of scenery shocked some live, quite literally, into Dick. Jason pulling his helmet off and tossing it aside makes him nearly jump off the couch Jason had settled him onto. Jason is shuffling through the place pulling together the pieces he needs.
"Red Hood" Dick tries to sound stern. It's not like Jason to leave himself quite literally exposed. It registers that maybe Dick is worse off than he feels (that might be a huge problem.)
"Keep your voice down," Jason mumbles. He's kneeling next to Dick in an instant, dropping all the pieces of medical equipment. Oracle crackles out faintly from his helmet.
"Update, Red Hood?"
Jason is soaking a bunch of gauze with disinfect as he moves to speak into the helmet.
"At a safehouse, patching up Nightwing,"
"Backup?" Oracle barely gets the question out before Jason is moving. He's picking up the helmet after forcing Dick to hold the gauze to his wound.
"No" Jason paused trying to steady his quick answer, "No backup. We're going offline for now, the location pin you have now is where we'll be," Jason is dropping the helmet and is focused back on Dick before Barbara can argue.
"Where are we?" Dick's words are slow, but less slurred, it makes Jason unclench his jaw a little. The bleeding had stopped, Dick knows he's somewhere he's never been before, Jason had made the right choice, even if he's still shooting looks at the dark hallway.
"Safehouse," Jason tucks a needle into his mouth and starts to prep the needle of numbing agent he has for Dick. He's sure he doesn't need it, but Jason also knows that the sound of someone in pain would bring you out into the living room faster than anything else.
"Safehouse?" Dick mumbles and is letting his head lull back and forth against the cushion as he takes in the apartment. It's well lit by a few lamps Jason had tossed on. The coffee table held a laptop, some remotes, even a glass of water. This was lived in space, Dick tries to crane his head to see behind him, Jason pokes him with the needle catching his attention. Dick pulls his gaze back to Jason, hair matted against his forehead, his eyes shoot from Dick's gaze back to his wound.
"You can't break into random civilian's apartment and call them safehouses," Dick is reaching towards Jason's helmet at the other end of the couch. Jason grunts and lightly pulls on Dick's arm to get him to stop moving.
"Knock it off, I'm trying to do something here,"
Dick ignores Jason and barely pulls his helmet from the other side of the couch and shoves it towards Jason's face. Jason grunts and pulls the helmet from Dick's grip.
"You're a terrible patient, next time I'll let you bleed out in the alleyway" Jason puts the helmet back down next to him on the floor this time. Dick admits the defeat and lets himself slump against the couch and watches Jason crowd his wound. It's silent for the next few minutes as Jason focuses in and starts to stitch Dick up. Even in the unknown space, Dick finds the whole situation typical for the two of them. Jason's shoulder hold the typical amount of tension, Dick takes it as a good sign.
It isn't until Jason finishes up and fully wraps the wound that Dick speaks up again.
"You know Babs sent back up, right?" Dick pulls himself up more on the couch and can't help the groan that slips out when he realizes the adrenaline seeped out of him already. You think he'd be use to the pain by now.
Jason huffs and finally lets himself fully sit on his butt, knees bent up. He rests his forearms on top of his knees and lets his head hang between his own turned legs for a moment. He closes his eyes and debates if he can meet whatever back up Babs had sent before they get into the apartment. He clenches his jaw when he hears Dick try to stand up, a decently loud groan slips out of him and Jason goes to shush him when he hears it. Dick huffs and ends up slumping on the couch again, a groan coming from both him and the furniture.
A door creaks and Jason is up on his feet. Dick puts more energy into trying to stumble up but is stopped by Jason's hand pushing him down by the shoulder.
"Jay?" A voice floats out from the dark hallway, soft, obviously someone who just woke up. Dick pauses to try to figure out what their next move should be. Jason seems to have his own plan.
"Hey," Jason says in a voice that Dick has never heard from him before, "Hey baby, sorry had to drop in with someone,"
Dick twists as much as he can from his spot on the couch and immediately pulls himself up. Jason is standing in the dark hallway with his back towards the living room. Dick knows he's talking to someone but he can't catch the sight of the person completely blocked by Jason.
"'re you okay?" You say, still in that same soft sleepy tone. Dick has to really focus to hear you. Maybe he had lost too much blood, maybe he's hallucinating again, but typically that means actually seeing the figure, and not having people interact with them and it seems like Jason is interacting with the figure. Dick focuses his gaze and sees a hand slide down Jason's arm, stopping at his hand to hold it.
"'m all good," Jason whispers again and shuffles enough that Dick catches a glimpse of legs. Dick raises his eyebrow a little at the bare sight of them. Dick notices the smallest shift on the fire escape. A shift so small he only sees because he had been trained, had trained others, to move that way. Dick stares at the dimly lit window and nods just slightly. Tim slides the window open, triggering Jason to turn quickly on his feet, still standing in front of someone.
"I told Babs we didn't need back up" Jason huffs and glares at Tim standing, in his gear at the window. Not even a second later, Damian slips in. Dick is still staring at Jason, he notices a hand is still behind him, he can't see it, but behind Jason, you stand, confused at the sudden full apartment. His hand is intertwined with yours regardless, his thumb running over your knuckle. It's enough of a motion to clue you in that he's nervous, but not in any real way, nothing is dangerous, simply not going to the plan Jason always has forming in my own head. You press your cheek against his back, giving yourself time to wake up.
"Oracle did not like your tone. She sent us in spite of you." Damian answers and before anyone else can say anything he is looking over at Dick.
"All patched up," Dick answers the question in Damian's gaze. Damian nods once before narrowing his gaze back at Jason, who hasn't moved.
"This is a very nice safehouse.." Tim deadpans as he crosses his arms. Jason can hear the suspicion in the words, can tell Tim is letting him know he's not buying it.
"Oh!" You seemed to have finally put together what was happening. Jason is nervous, but not afraid, he brought someone to the apartment. You knew Jason had brothers, knew they did the same thing as he did, and now you're getting the chance to meet them, the excitement fully wakes you up. Your voice causes Tim and Damian to tense, hands at the ready for combat.
Jason doesn't stop you as you move yourself out of the dark hallway dropping his hand. You're in front of Jason so you can meet his brothers without a second thought. You're standing in front of them in your summer pajamas. Summers in Gotham are damp, hot, and sweaty, it makes sense to wear shorts and a snug work out tank top (you bought work out clothes, might as well use them) to sleep. Jason clenches his fist a little when he notices Dick clock the sliver of skin you have exposed in your mid drift. Damian doesn't move, noticing the lack of any sort of weapon, any sort of fighting stance, you're just a civilian from what he can tell. Tim takes a moment, looks at your bare legs and then feels the urge to let his eyes scan up, he doesn't mean to. It feels like a natural reaction to someone like you standing in front of him. He adjusts his stance a little to seem less threatening, but not childlike.
"I'm Jason's girlfriend," You start to speak but you're stopped when you hear a muffled sound from Jason's open helmet on the ground near the couch.
"Robin, update?" Barbara is huffing over the coms once again. It's a trick that works only when Bruce is out of town, a call for Robin typically meant Damian nowadays, but when they're all together, Barbara knows they'll mostly all answer to it. She can get someone, anyone to say something. Dick presses his finger against his ear.
"Jason's girlfriend's hot" Dick can't help but answer. It slips out and if it was just Jason and Dick, it wouldn't be shocking, but Tim and Damian are more shocked at Dick's blunt words, it almost makes Jason want to laugh. Almost.
"Hey!" Jason glares at Dick. Tim focuses back on the situation at hand.
"He's not wrong," Tim shrugs and his gaze matches yours, "I mean, respectfully."
"Jason's what?!" Barbara is so shocked she doesn't scold Dick for the use of Jason's name over the coms.
You laugh and Jason can't help but notice the pride in Tim's stance at being able to make you laugh. Damian is the only one not staring at you, instead taking in the environment. It's lived in, like Dick noticed, but Damian can spot the things Dick wasn't looking for. Jason's items are throughout the apartment, always coupled with something that so obviously wasn't his. Two books, both with two different colored pens rest on the kitchen table. Multiple pairs of shoes near the doorway that are, without a doubt not Jason's. Damian narrows his eyes and notices a photo-booth strip on the fridge, although he can't make out the people in the photo.
"Alright enough," Jason is pulling you back towards him, away from the eyes of his brothers, "She's my hot girlfriend"
"My name is (Y/N)" You playfully roll your eyes and hold your hand out towards the three boys to shake their hand, although you don't move from the spot against Jason's chest. Dick steps forward to grab your hand and before he can get a hold of your hand, Jason is reaching out and holding your hand instead bringing it towards his face.
"Not a chance, Dickiebird" Jason is pressing a kiss against the palm of your hand as he speaks. His eyes don't leave Dick. Dick doesn't look at Jason, instead keeping his gaze on yours. You smile a little at him. Dick can't help but grin back, bloody suit and hole in his ribs be damned.
"If this is a cover, it is a poor one," Damian finally speaks, "The environment is well crafted, personnel unlikely, causes suspension."
"You're Damian, right?" You speak before Jason can snark at him. Damian shuts his mouth and narrows his eyes to glare at Jason behind you.
"Do not speak of me to make your cover more realistic," Damian is speaking to Jason. You huff a little and pull away from Jason's chest. Jason's hand follow you but lets you move away from him.
"Why would Jason need a cover?" You cross your arms and Tim's eyes float a little towards your chest as he notices the way your crossed arms shape your body a little differently. He makes a mental note to apologize directly to you, eventually, when he finally schools his own wandering eyes.
"Well you're.." Tim tries to explain but when he realizes your gaze has been turned on him he lets out a small laugh,
"Gorgeous," Dick pulls your attention again and you furrow your brows a little confused at how that answers your question, "Jason isn't very well verse in.." Dick pauses to find his words. "Well, women really,"
It clicks suddenly and you laugh again, this time a little more full. It feels silly, even outdated, the notion that you're too good looking for Jason. But also, is that not exactly what you'd expect from Jason's brother given the stories you had heard. It makes you slightly angry, not that it doesn't feel nice to have their attention, but the implication that somehow you and Jason don't belong together makes you want to defend yourself, the relationship in general.
"Jay?" You hum a little. Jason is moving towards you without a second thought, his hand out towards you before you even get the chance to ask.
He opens his mouth to ask what you need, but instead of taking his hand, you let your hand grab onto a strap of his gear and tug on him gently. Jason bends without any fight, he'd go wherever you take him really. You press onto your tippy toes and latch your lips onto his.
Jason moves subconsciously, screw his brothers being here, screw Dick's blood on his hands. This was his favorite thing to do when he first got off patrol and he hadn't gotten the chance to do it yet. His hands comes to rest on your hips, one sliding a little more up, skimming the exposed section of your middrift, before floating towards the small of your back and slipping under the tank top fabric to press you closer to him. You sigh a little and melt into his chest, a natural reaction to kissing him. Your hand wrapped around the strap of his gear loosens its hold and instead is simply pressed against his check, your thumb making soothing circles out of habit. You other hand rested on his shoulder, traveling up to be able to feel the closest skin, the juncture of his neck, against your fingers. You go to deepen the kiss, whatever you were trying to prove has been pushed aside in your mind, instead just focused on enjoying the kiss. Jason tightens his grip just slightly before pulling away. He can feel eyes on him and he can't stand it much longer. This isn't a show for them, even if you had been trying to prove something. Jason's jaw is clenched as he takes in Tim and Dicks shocked gaze, Damian had looked away unable to hide his reaction.
You're still gazing at Jason's face, you press forward a little to try and get him to kiss you again. Jason presses a mindless kiss against the side of your temple to try and satiate you, and you pout a little at being denied an actual kiss again. Dick whistles and suddenly you're reminded beyond the obvious, why you kissed Jason.
"Are we all on the same page now?" You try to stand your ground but Jason is bringing his hand up to pull some hair from your face and it makes you lean towards him. Tim nods, Dick opens his mouth but Jason stops him from speaking.
"Dick is going to stay on the couch, fresh stitches and all" Jason explains as he looks at you. It's an explanation for them all, but still, somewhat asking if that's okay. You hum a little and nod at him.
"Tim and Damian are going to leave," Jason seethes this towards them.
"Where are you gonna stay?" Dick smirks a little, finding it easy to push Jason's buttons.
Jason glares at Dick and doesn't say anything.
"Our bedroom" you answer motioning towards the hallway, your own voice a little snarky when you recognize the teasing, "Why you want an invite?"
"Please?"
"Absolutely not"
Dick and Jason both speak at the same time. You roll your eyes at both of them and press up again before kissing Jason on the corner of his mouth. Jason lets himself lean down a little and catches you before you leave to give you another kiss.
"Don't be long, missed you" you whisper before waving a little towards the other boys in the room, "Nice to unofficially meet you all," you sing a little before slipping into the hallway towards the bedroom.
You ignore the quick whispers you hear start up behind you.
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"I looked her up, at least I think I found her," Barbara says as she spins a little in her wheelchair to face Dick, "Found the name of the person leasing the apartment and it was all simple from there," She explains despite Dick having not asked.
"And?" Dick raises his eyebrow.
"She's hot" Barbara emphasizes, nodding her head, "I thought I found the wrong person,"
"If you're talking about my girlfriend, I'm gonna fake my death on purpose this time just to get away from you all" Jason grumbles from his spot on the bench he had taken up to nap in.
"Well, if she's gonna go to the funeral, I might be able to make it this time" Dick snips back without looking away from the screen.
"Steph is going to love this, I have to text her" Babs gasps a little excited, ignoring Jason's loud groan.
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