I’ve come here to ask for help again, I am absolutely craving the most angsty fanfic of Mr.Todd. I’m talking about yearning on both ends and a bit of angst maybe fluff maybe not. Something along the lines of reader never getting over Jason’s death not knowing he was back and just casually watching afraid he will ruin her life type stuff but they come together anyway 😋, It doesn’t have to be exactly that I just do not possess the talent of writing and I’m not sure how to go about finding something like this, please tag me or comment any reccs!
I’ve come here to ask for help again, I am absolutely craving the most angsty fanfic of Mr.Todd. I’m talking about yearning on both ends and a bit of angst maybe fluff maybe not. Something along the lines of reader never getting over Jason’s death not knowing he was back and just casually watching afraid he will ruin her life type stuff but they come together anyway 😋, It doesn’t have to be exactly that I just do not possess the talent of writing and I’m not sure how to go about finding something like this, please tag me or comment any reccs!
I just had an amazing fic idea that I might write.
So picture somehow you get sent into the DC universe and you find Batman so he can figure out a way to send you back home. Your kind just corner him and are like "hey, don't freak out, but I know you're batman."
This is how I imagine it would go down.
The whole batfam ( + diana and clark) is around you with you willingly tied up by wonder womans lasso of truth so they know you are being honest.
"How do you know I'm batman?"
"Well, in my universe, you're all comic book characters and I pretty much know everything about all of you."
"Like what?"
"Dick grayson is Nightwing and was in the circus. Tim Drake is red robin, which funny enough is a burger restaurant in my universe. Damian Wayne is your son and was part of the league of assassins and is now Robin. And Jason Todd is Red hood after the Joker beat the shit out him, he died, and then came back to life." They all kinda just stare at you especially Jason.
"Sorry, that was harsh. I'm realizing right now that you are actual people, so sorry about that. "
Dick jumps in and is like "so if there are comics about all of us and you know who we are, who's your favorite robin." You can't lie with lasso of truth, so before you can stop yourself you blurt out, "Jason."
They all look at you a little wierd because how can he be your favorite when he is antisocial and kills people.
"His story is my favorite and they always draw him so hot"
you cover your mouth and jason blushes from across the room.
"Dick please. Tell us something only we would know."
"Let's see. Jason is naturally a red head but dyes his hair. Dick can somehow do a quadrulple backflip but not a cartwheel. Oh, and Bruce and Clark have kissed at least 15 times, depending on the timeline."
Everyone turns to look at Bruce and he just clears his throat and says "ok, I think she's telling the truth."
Imagine how funny this would be too if Jason was working with the bats, but hadn't revealed himself yet
"And Jason todd was killed by the joker, thrown into the lazarus pit and is now the red hood."
Everyone looks shocked and stares at the red hood with his mask on.
ᴄᴡ : jason todd x fem! reader , fluffノcomfort , a little angsty -> near death experience , straight haired reader , possible inaccuracies about jason and medical stuff , probably ooc , first fic i've written in a few weeks so it may be a lil rusty , art by @/ciricearts on insta , ᴡᴄ : 𝟷.𝟻ᴋ
"baby? hey— hey, don't fall asleep— no no, stay with me,"
how on earth did jason let this happen? it was a normal day, as ever, you never truly see these things coming, especially when you live in gotham: the crime hub of the country. but this time, it wasn't that, it wasn't something he could have prevented, yet he can't help but feel responsible.
it was his idea. he packed your bags the night before while you slept, and woke you to a surprise trip to metropolis. leaving gotham is always difficult for jason, he always feels like he's letting the criminals of gotham run free. at least batman is still in gotham — their ideologies may clash, but at least someone is helping gotham. jason just thought you needed a break; a break from your job that overworks and underpays you, a break from jason coming home deep into the night while you sleep, not being able to catch you before you go to work. you just needed some time off of life, and as much as he hated to admit it himself, the thought of spending one night enjoying himself with his beloved girlfriend over beating criminals and taking down drug rings sounded pretty nice.
but he never expected this.
a whole alien invasion. it's almost comical when he thinks about it, why on earth would he be allowed to have a day off, even in a different city? the justice league was on the job, superman zoomed around in the sky while flashes of red and yellow zoom past, green flickering in his peripherals.
but all his attention was on you.
he couldn't get you out in time; the hotel's top floors were smashed to smitherines before anyone even knew it. luckily the two of you were staying in the middle floors, but the impact wasn't just left upstairs. ceilings were caving in, glass shattering, walls collapsing. superman did his best to help evacuate the hotel guests, but he could only be so quick in such a small amount of time.
the ceiling fell in just as he was leading you out the hallway. you were holding his hand as tight as you could, letting him pull you along as he ran as fast as he could. but the speed was too much for you and you tripped flat onto your front. jason turned around, leaning down to get you back up, but at the last second the ceiling crashed down onto you, trapping you and crushing you underneath.
the sharp cry you let out will haunt him for eternity, he thinks, he's never heard you make such a pained noise before, the memory of your bones crunching under the concrete nearly made him gag. when he pulled you out, blood was dripping down your forehead while the rest of your body was covered in scrapes, cuts, and bruises.
jason got you away from the danger as quickly as he could, laying you in his lap as he now waits for the ambulance to arrive. it's taking longer than usual of course, most ambulances are trying to make their way through the catastrophe. he just has to keep you going until the ambulance arrives.
"c'mon— hey, it's okay… it's okay…"
his voice trembles nearly as much as his hands do as he presses a piece of his ripped tshirt to your wounded forehead, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. your lids flutter, lashes caked in tears and dust from the crumbling building you were in. your lids feel so heavy, eyes straining from the daylight still shining despite the otherwordly invasion just a few blocks away. he can't have you falling asleep just yet though, you might not wake up again.
"jay—…"
the way your voice cracks just breaks his heart, he can't bear to see how scared you are — he knows exactly how that feels. he shushes you gently, petting a hand over your hair in a poor attempt to soothe the pain that wreaks havoc on your body.
"i—it's gonna be okay… just— just hang in there…"
his lungs tighten with each word, the lump in the back of his throat growing more and more. he can't lose you, not like this, not ever. he'd be so lost, just wandering the earth mindlessly without your guidance. he tucks a bloodied lock of hair behind your ear, thumbing away the dirt speckling your cheeks. so pretty, even like this…
the wail of sirens approaches, and jason let's out a breath he never realised he was holding. while he can patch up some casual injuries, but he can only do so much with little supplies and shaky hands. the EMTs pack you up into the ambulance faster than jason could blink, quickly following into the vehicle to sit next to you, holding your hand on the ride over as you're hooked up to the equipment.
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a few hours of surgery and examinations later, you're asleep in the metropolis hospital bed, an iv in your arm, a cast wrapped around your leg, and a bandage covering the gash on your forehead. a broken leg, a few cracked ribs, a fractured hip, and a concussion. that's what the doctors told him just before you went into surgery, not to mention all the surface level injuries you have. but the surgery went well, you're safe, and the danger has been dealt with thanks to the justice league.
jason sits on a chair next to you, thumb rubbing soothing circles against the palm of your hand. the sky outside is much darker than before, the moon hanging high in the sky, reflecting light down onto the city of metropolis. you were supposed to be home tonight, back in your cosy, little, shared apartment. safe — or as safe as you can be in gotham. but you'll have to stay in the hospital for at least a week, maybe more. even after that, you'll have to have close care to help you recover.
maybe he should take you to the mansion.
his thoughts are interupted by a small noise coming from your parted, chapped lips, your lids fluttering open as your eyes dart around the room.
"hey sweetheart…"
your boyfriend perks up, a soft smile curling on his lips as he leans closer, brushing his hand over your matted hair once again. he lets out a second relieved breath for today. you look all woozy, lids blinking heavily, nose scrunching as your eyes adjust to the bright, florecent lights of the hospital room. his hands still tremble as he gazes down at you, eyes full of love.
"mm— jay…"
you slur, vision foggy and head feeling like it weighs a thousand tonnes. you're still all drugged up, barely able to feel anything but your boyfriend's soothing touches, his thumb massaging circles into your stiff neck, grounding you.
"i know… you're all loopy, huh?"
the warm smile on his face doesn't reach his eyes, his voice quivers as he talks, trying to keep a brave face for you the best he can, but it's only natural that he can't. he almost lost you; the thought that haunts his dreams and most anxious nights nearly came true.
"mh… yeah…"
you don't seem to notice his emotional display, not until the tears well up in his eyes as he leans closer. you hand raises, uncoordinated — the drugs leaving your fine motor skills depleated — attempting to stroke his cheek, but you end up just hitting him weakly. jason understands though, letting out an amused huff as he holds your hand to his cheek, nuzzling into it.
"fuck— thought i was gonna lose you…"
he chuckles, fingers tracing the bandage around your head, eyeing the bump where the gauze is held to your stitched up wound. his poor baby… if only he was quicker, if only the two of you just stayed in gotham… none of this would have happened. you're clearly still a bit too drugged up to understand what's going on, or what happened, or why tears are running down your boyfriends cheeks, so you just coax him forwards, letting him lay his head on your chest — careful to avoid your injuries — as you card your fingers through his hair clumsily. despite the occassional pull and tug, the affection helps relieve his rapid, pounding heart.
he may not have been able to prevent this, but he's going to be the best caretaker he possibly can be in your recovery. taking you to wayne manor is the last place he'd like to go, but for you, he'll do it. he'll do anything to make sure you're okay, even if that means living with bruce once again.
it doesn't take long for you to fall back asleep and he lets you, admiring how your lids flutter and your lips pout, admiring what he nearly lost, who he can't be more happier to still have in his arms, warm and breathing, and still oh so pretty.
ᴀɴ : not super proud of this... but i might write a part 2, no promises :p ( do not ask for one )
hi so this may be because i'm ovulating and seen a guy like this the other day but the thought of roommate jason todd lounging around your shared apartment in a t-shirt and sweatpants has me foaming me at the mouth - hold up, let me explain the vision.
you're in the living room area, just watching tv when jason comes out of the bathroom; freshly showered, hair still slightly damp and tousled, and wearing a plain black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. it's not a remarkable sight, nothing that should have left you feeling absolutely winded.
no, what draws your attention is the very prominent outline in his sweatpants, making it immediately apparent he isn't wearing boxers and he is as long and well endowed as you shamefully fantasized about some nights in the darkness of your bedroom.
jason pretends not to notice your attention, instead casually strolling over to sit on the couch beside you in his usual spot. you never thought manspreading was attractive until you met jason todd, and now, seeing him sitting inches away with his legs resting wide open and that very clear bulge on display, his cock resting on his upper left thigh, you can practically feel the slick arousal soaking through your panties.
unbeknownst to you, this was exactly jason's plan all along, and every shift you make to try and lessen the throbbing between your legs has him biting the inside of his cheek to stop from smirking.
Jason was so fun to draw I definitely want to do more dc art! maybe absolute superman or Wally west..never doing bedsheets again though that was so hard it felt malicious
You manage to gasp out as Jason plants kisses across your cheek, skipping down to your jaw line. His hand snakes up from your back, finger threading into your scalp, tugging on the base of your head the way he knows you like, gentle but demanding enough for you to sigh in pleasure.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
Jason prompts as you turn your head up, granting him easy access to your neck. Jason’s got you pinned up against a wall in your apartment, dinner and dishes done before you climbed onto his lap. As always, he lifted you up effortlessly and made a quick pitstop at a wall to kiss you right.
His lips press against the column of your throat, all the way down to your collarbone as your hand holds a tight grip over his shirt, bunching it and pulling him closer to press your body against his. “Words, baby. Use your words.” Jason mutters as he makes his way back up your throat, teeth nibbling on the sensitive skin below your ear.
A breathy moan escape you, and then you shake your head weakly. “Dunno.” You sigh, “Can’t think straight.” You feel Jason’s lips curve into a smile against your neck, right before he leans back to look at you, causing you to whine from the loss of contact.
“Just from a few kisses?” Jason’s smirk makes you giddy in the head, your eyes drooping with lust. He leans forward more as your legs tighten around his hips, letting you feel every ridge of muscle on his front, his lips swollen from your previous make out, with you biting and tugging on them.
“You seem to have that effect, baby.” Is all you get out before Jason lips back into their sensual dance with yours.
Okay, I normally do not write on here, I do all the reading and hide from everyone 🥴 but as of recently I’ve fallen into the deep dark pit that is the lore of DC, and more specifically the lore of Jason Todd. I’ve read loads of Jason x reader fanfics but the one i ABSOLUTELY NEED is Jason x reader after reader gets taken? Potentially by the joker and Jason just looses his shit, hurt/comfort type of thing (p.s I don’t write so I don’t know if I’m using the correct terminology)
I BEG, if anyone knows any recs for this please comment them or if anyone writes it….tag me pretty please 👉👈🥺
