Deathday
Fandom: DC universe
Warnings: mention of death
Pairing: established Jason Todd x Reader
Notes: it is April 27th and you know what the means. It’s the death anniversary of Jason Peter Todd and he still deserves better. This is a little different than what I normally do and I’m posting from my phone. But I hope you guys enjoy and are staying safe. This also is mostly in thanks to @c-qcat feeding off of my hyper-fixations.
Time passes in waves. You don’t remember the days. You don’t try to remember this day in particular but like a clock you always get hit with melancholy days before. You try not to let him see it affect you but you don't complain when he pulls you in closer. Nor do you question if it’s for your benefit or his. Jason goes harder during patrol. Taking his anger out. Patrolling crime alley and stalking for prey.
It’s the night before and you finished your patrol. You don’t need to call Jason to know where he is and head there. You end up in a trance. Reflecting on everything that’s happened since that ill fated day 7 years ago.
When you see him sitting in front of his grave, your heart splits a little more. When he died, there was a void in you. An emptiness that always reminded you that your best friend was gone. When he came back, albeit broken and scared, it filled again. But it wasn’t the same. Life had broken and shaped you both. When you see this side of Jason, the broken and scarred one, you’re reminded of that void. You don’t say anything in greeting and just sit next to him in silence. He needs this you think when you eye the bottle of whiskey in his hand. Hell you do too. You used to come here every week to talk to him and you didn’t realize how much life had changed. It must have been close to an hour of silence before you lay a hand on his and ask him to go home.
He instead asks you to stay. Stay with me, I don't know how to be alone right now. So you do, passing the whiskey between you two. The sun starts to peak over the horizon when the bottle finishes and he stands up, grabbing your hand and walking home with you.
After you two shower and change, you pull him into your arms for a short nap. But you lie awake for a few hours. His breathing is evened out and he’s calm. You pray that tonight doesn’t greet him with the same nightmares he’s had the past few days. Your hands are tracing his scars. One is on his back and the other is in his hair feeling the scars left behind by the crowbar. You feel the void in your heart grow bigger, the lump in your throat feels suffocating but you won’t cry. You’ve cried enough over the past few days. You don’t know when but you eventually drift off to sleep.
You wake two hours later, disoriented because Jason isn’t with you. You get out of bed and get ready. When you walk into the living room you didn’t know what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t the other outlaws and Jason’s brothers.
What’s all this? you ask. Jason turns to you with a smile but it certainly doesn’t meet his eyes
It’s my deathday babe. He’s a smart little shit but you know his ploy. Looking at his brothers you see it’s working. He’s deflecting so that others don’t pity him but he’s also keeping his loved ones close to ground himself. You don't question him any, and go along with it. You understand, so you laugh at his jokes with him, tease him along with his family about how much he jokes about his death.
But when they leave at the end of the night, you're the one who initiates, you pull him back to bed, you fold him into you, tuck his face into your neck, cradle him close, maybe it's just wishful thinking that you'd be able to truly fully protect him given the nature of everything he does and will continue to do, but for tonight, you’re gonna trace his scars and whisper love into them. You’re going to remind him that they show how strong he was. How despite what this fucked up universe put him through, he came back and he came back to you.
He's gonna fall asleep in your arms, and when he wakes in the morning, he’ll feel better than he has in a long while because he has you to support him and love him like you are and he knows he’ll heal. And when he kisses you in the morning with your favorite breakfast from when you were kids- you’ll feel that void close back up.
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