Summary: Y/n is currently on tour when they're forced to postpone a concert in Gotham after threats against their life.
Pairing: Jason Todd x gn pop star reader
Tags: comfort, mention of anxiety, suggestive, please don’t take this seriously, so not canon it hurts
Breaking News: Concert in Gotham Cancelled after Bomb Threats
Threats of explosive devices planted at Gotham Stadium force the up-incoming star, Y/n L/n, to postpone performance. Reports say-
Bruce promptly turns off the television. “Gordon says they don’t have any leads on the threats.”
“Do you think they’re credible? I mean what if it’s just a prank?” Dick asks, leaning against the wall of the Batcave with one leg propped up.
“In Gotham? Don’t be gullible. This isn’t the first time L/n has received threats not only against their life but for concerts too. It could be a stalker situation,” Tim says as he pulls up other reports of similar incidents.
“That’s not uncommon for celebrities, so why the big deal,” Jason brushes off with his arms crossed. “I mean why not amp up security. Aren’t there more important cases?” He begins to walk down the large staircase descending into the cave.
The hideout is massive with gadgets lining the walls and a massive screen with a console against the north wall. There’s a long table in the center with plenty of chairs to seat the Wayne’s family long nights of working cases. Tim is sitting at his habitat, a nearby desk covered with marked papers and coffee rings.
Bruce walks over to the center console. “Because this time seems more personal,” Bruce plays a recording from a phone call.
Try to sing your melody songbird. I’ll clip your wings if you try to leave your cage. Your trills are only meant for my ears. My songbird.
A faint music box can be heard in the background of the call with a ticking sound growing louder. The caller’s song-like threat turns into a distant chuckle.
“Tim’s stalker theory is the most likely. The caller is obsessed and possessive. It seems they’ve adopted the ‘If I can’t have you no one can’ mentality. It would then be safe to assume the stalker has Y/n’s location as well,” Bruce says before grabbing his phone.
“How’d you even find this recording?” Dick asks.
Bruce doesn’t answer. The three exchange glances and shrugs as they watch Bruce make a phone call.
“I’ll start trying to break apart the recording to see if there’s anything that can pinpoint the caller or their location,” Tim walks over to a computer and begins to type away.
“Even if the GPD are surveilling their location, they’re still compromised. Who’s to say the stalker isn’t already there, watching too?” Jason questions to Dick.
“I thought you said there were more important cases?” Dick prods. His question, laced with sarcasm and teasing.
“I think this case just got more interesting. That’s all,” Jason replied casually.
“He means he just realized how hot Y/n is,” Tim jokes.
“Don’t you have something to decipher or whatever,” Jason says annoyed rolling his
Bruce rejoins the conversation. “Y/n is being relocated to somewhere safe.”
You were anxiously pacing your hotel room. It was a large suite with your things scattered about every surface.
“The police have been informed about the call. I’m sure they’re handling the situation,” Your manager, Pam, tries to reassure you as she tries to clean up and organize your bags.
“I can’t believe we had to cancel. This is ridiculous. I don’t want to stay in this hotel room forever,” You say while picking at your nails. Your voice is slightly weak from touring and pure frustration.
“You heard the call. It sounded serious. You can be in real danger. I don’t want to take any chances even if it means losing ticket sales,” She replies with one hand on your shoulder. “The label and I want to make sure you're safe above everything.
You sigh, closing your eyes with another deep breath. You walk over to your bed, letting your body sink into the sheets. You hear Pam say “Relax, let me handle everything.” Your head on autopilot only nodding her direction.
Pam pulls on the room divider while she’s on the phone leaving you to your thoughts. Your mind is blank as you try to make sense of the situation. You grab your journal that you had tossed onto your bed earlier that day. The journal is in your favorite color, personalized. It’s always been there for you to rationalize your feelings and a place for you to vent. The words you try to write morph into scribbles as your knuckle tighten around the pen. You press harder into the paper with each stroke leaving indents until you rip the paper. You take another breath not processing how much air you had been holding in. Your vision blurries with tears as you tear the page from your notebook. Between tears and deep inhales, you start writing again:
I suffocate myself with hands that aren’t mine
Hold onto me
Poked and prodded, I remain confined
I tear apart what I build with every word
Please steady me
Plucked and preversed, a songbird dies
Barely reading over what you wrote, you place your pen into your notebook, marking the page before you place it back on the bed.
Pam reenters the room seemingly more cheerful than before. “Pack your things, Y/n! We’re leaving.”
“What?! What about the postponed concert? We can’t just leave Gotham. And the stalker?” You rise from your seat panicked and confused.
“Don’t worry we’re not leaving. It’s just a slight change of plans while they investigate the case,” Pam eases you. “And I think you’ll like these living arrangements more.”
Jason watched from his window a limousine drive up to the Manor. He scoffed at the notion of Bruce Wayne opening his arms to another victim. His generosity sometimes feeling like a sick joke. Jason grabbed his phone, pulling up his tab on Y/n. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t curious about you. Tim was half right about his interest in the case being tied to you but he’d never say to Tim’s face. Any information he found out about was solely for the betterment of the investigation and purely professional, even the songs of yours he listened to.
The men debriefed the case before your arrival. Bruce’s hospitality was just a way to protect your whereabouts and keep an eye on you. This made Bruce’s actions seem so selfless as a Gotham citizen lowering the drawbridge. The mansion was already covered in cameras, so they didn’t have to worry about your safety in that regard.
Jason left the window to leave for patrol with Nightwing. While you’d be getting comfortable in the mansion. The two were going to follow the leads Tim and Barbara found. Babs was called in to help by Tim, considering she had a better sense for those kinds of things.
Alfred and Bruce greeted you and your manager, Alfred promptly grabbing your bags.
“Welcome to Wayne Manor, Master Y/n and Miss Pam,” Alfred said with a small smile.
“This is Alfred. He takes care of the estate and can help you with any questions or concerns. I’m sure this wasn’t how you imagined your time in Gotham, but we hope you can make yourselves comfortable with this difficult time,” Bruce said sincerely.
“Thank you Mr. Wayne for opening your home for us,” Pam replied with exhaustion.
“Yes, thank you so much,” You repeated softly.
“Of course. Alfred will lead you to your rooms. I have some business to attend to,” Just as quickly as he spoke, Bruce left the manor towards what Alfred later mentioned was the garage.
Alfred guided you two throughout the manor’s main common areas. Finally reaching your bedrooms. Compared to the rest of the mansion, it was just as extravagant as you expected. The room was a deep shade of red with cream accents and bookshelves that adorned the walls. The bed looked relatively untouched as if no guest had ever slept in it. Your hotel suite was a shoebox, look at your room now. There were chairs and a coffee table by the window that overlooked the neighboring forest. Every decoration seemingly meticulously curated, reminding you of a Victorian library. Even the smell with a mixture of sunlight and an antique store, inviting you in.
“We’ll be serving dinner in ten minutes, Master Y/n,” Alfred said while leaving your bags by the door.
“Thank you Alfred. But before you leave I was wondering if there was a gym space I could use to rehearse.”
“Of course, I can show you tomorrow morning after breakfast.”
“Great, thank you again!” You smiled with your response before starting to unpack your bags.
Alfred nodded and closed the door gently as he left. You didn’t unpack much, except for your toiletries and your journal. You spent the remaining minutes before dinner to explore your room more, examining the fixtures. You knew if you were younger you’d be imagining if there were any secret corridors or closets as if it were Narnia.
When enough time passed you went downstairs to join everyone for dinner. By everyone it was only you, Pam, and one of Bruce’s children. The kid seemed to be a teenager with short dark brown hair that reached his eyebrows. You knew of the Wayne family and their philanthropy. You also had heard of Bruce’s affinity for adoption and knew of his sons.
“It’s nice to officially meet you, Y/n. I’m Tim Drake,” He stuck his hand to shake yours. You smiled politely and shook his hand.
Dinner itself was enjoyable. You and Pam shared stories from touring and the funny signs fans wrote for you, while Tim spoke about silly shenanigans with his brothers, Dick and Jason. Alfred joined you towards the end of dinner, chiming in with laughter and correcting any exaggerations of Tim’s stories. Time wasn’t a priority as you enjoyed each others’ company.
“So where’s the rest of the family?” Pam asked.
“Oh you know, Bruce is always busy with the family business and charity work. Dick and Jason are always coming in and out. They moved out some time ago, but they’ll stick around for a few days before leaving.” Tim smiled to himself before sipping his water.
“That must be nice being able to see them every now and then,” You couldn’t help but feel a little bad for Tim being in a large house by himself so often.
“Yeah, but there’s always something to do around here, so I keep myself busy,” Tim added when in a few rooms over you could hear a door slamming and closing then heavy footsteps getting louder.
“Alfred, please tell me Tim left some food for the rest of us,” A man loudly says before entering the kitchen. His voice is slightly raspy and deep, different from Bruce’s.
“Master Jason, we are eating in the dining room along with our guests.”
You can hear the fridge door close and a muffled “Oh” as Jason enters the room. You immediately notice the white streak in his hair and scar on his face. He looked similar to Bruce with strong eyebrows and an intense gaze. He walks over to the table, leaning onto an empty chair in front of him, wearing black sweat pants and a white t-shirt.
“Hi, I’m Jason. You must be Y/n and Pam.”
“Will you be joining us, Master Jason?” Alfred got up from the table and began setting a plate for Jason in the kitchen.
“Not for long. I just want something to eat. I can take it up to my room. It’s been a long night,” Jason says following Alfred.
“You know you shouldn’t be taking food into your room.”
“Bruce doesn’t need to know.”
“That’s my rule, not Master Bruce’s.”
You could hear a groan before Jason entered the dining room again, but he was now holding a plate of food with a slight frown on his face. He didn’t say much as he sat and stuffed his face with a quickness that made you wonder how he didn’t choke.
“Jason, can you not be a pig for two seconds?” Tim asked sarcastically with a disgusted look on his face.
You laughed softly through your nose, watching the two exchange playful glares.
Jason started chewing loudly smacking his teeth.
“Gross. You’re only embarrassing yourself. I’m sorry about him.”
“Don’t worry. It’s all a little funny.” You said between stifled chuckles.
“See, they think I’m funny,” Jason replied with a smirk and raising his brows at Tim as if it were a challenge.
“You need to learn the difference between laughing at someone and laughing with,” Tim retorted while rolling his eyes.
“And you should learn how to not be such a smartass,” Jason replied.
Alfred stuck his head out the kitchen, “Are you boys being polite in front of our guests?”
With one question, the two quieted. You took this as a sign to wash up and get ready for bed.
“Thank you for an eventful first day, but I think I should go rest up,” You said while getting up from your seat.
“I think Y/n’s right. Thank you for dinner, good night everyone,” Pam added.
“Yes, good night everyone!” You said before leaving the room.
The men wished you both a good night.
You quickly showered, washing off the day, barely letting the water fully overtake you. You weren’t in the mood for a long relaxing shower, rather it was more like it was something you wanted to get over with. The same went with your other nighttime routines: brushing your teeth, washing your face, and moisturizing. It all passed as if your body wasn’t in control until you collapsed on your bed. You weren’t even under the covers for more than ten minutes before you were fast asleep.
Deep in slumber, you saw yourself outside of your body in a dark endless room. A sound grew louder, the phone call repeating from your stalker. There was nowhere to run. Each word stinging your skin and the shadows closing in. Your throat tightening with every breath until you were gasping for air clawing your hands at an intangible void as you watched yourself flail trying to regain control of your body.
Suddenly, you force yourself awake. Your eyes scan the room, remembering you’re not in your bed–you haven’t been in your own bed for some time. This wasn’t the first nightmare you had on tour and you doubted it would be your last.
You tried to stabilize yourself with deep inhales, but that wasn’t enough. You weren’t going to be able to sleep now. To clear your head, you throw on a robe, grab your journal, and head to the kitchen for water. You quietly made your way downstairs to find that you weren’t the only one who couldn’t sleep.
“Oh–hey,” Jason looks up at you as you enter the kitchen. You smiled to yourself as you noted that he was at the counter drinking milk and cookies.
“...Hey,” You replied awkwardly as you tried to quickly get your water.
You were about to leave the kitchen with your drink when Jason said, “Alfred’s gonna be pissed if he finds out you took something from his kitchen to your room.”
“Right. I forgot about that,” You felt even more awkward than before.
“I would say that I wouldn’t snitch, but Alfred always finds out,” Jason joked. “I can leave the kitchen if you want to be alone. There’s a lot of quiet places around here.”
“No, no, don't leave. It's okay,” You assured him. “I just needed some water.”
“Then what’s with the journal?” He motioned with his head towards your notebook.
“Ahh well when I can’t sleep, sometimes writing helps.”
“Not really, just had a nightmare. But I’m guessing you are, considering the milk and cookies. All you’re missing is a bedtime story and a lullaby,” You taunted.
“You know that doesn’t sound too bad. You offering to sing me to sleep?” He cocked his head to the side as he asked his question.
You chuckled, “Not without a price.”
“How about some cookies and milk?” He pushed the plate towards you.
“Sounds like a deal,” You said, grabbing a cookie.
“Take a seat. I’ll get you some milk,” He directed, then got up from his seat to get your drink.
You promptly finished your water, then sat on the stool one seat over from where Jason sat. You were conscious of your every word and action, but you weren’t anxious in the same way when you awoke from your nightmare.
“So do you usually get nightmares?”
“Not often, but when I’m on tour they can happen more frequently.”
Jason gently placed the cup next to you before sitting down. His body was completely turned to face you as you spoke.
“Considering recent events, I’m not surprised I got a nightmare, but it’s like I’ll never be used to it.”
“Yeah, that feeling of your heart pounding against your ribcage while the rest of your body tries to catch up. It’s hard to adjust to. At this point, I think I got insomnia to avoid the nightmares.”
“That’s reassuring,” You joked, dipping your cookie into the milk before taking a bite. “I can’t afford not sleeping, especially while I’m on tour. That’s why I have the journal. It helps me rationalize what I’m feeling and sometimes I get some inspiration for songs too. Maybe it’ll help you.”
“I’ve tried a lot of stuff, but nothing really calms me down like warm milk and cookies.”
“I guess that’s fair.” You two sat in silence for a beat, eating from the pile of cookies until it was finished. “I assume I owe you a song now.”
“Nah I think I’ll hold onto that and cash it in later,” Jason said with a smile.
“Don’t make me nervous, now.”
He laughed to himself then stood up. It wasn’t until now that you realized how he towered over you. His entire body engulfed you. His shoulders. His torso. All left you in a shadow as you looked up at him. “Don’t worry. Talking to you was enough to put me at ease.”
You looked slightly offended at his comment, which he registered immediately.
“What I mean was it was nice talking to you. Sorry that came out wrong,” He corrected while rubbing the back of his neck in slight embarrassment.
You smiled, “That’s a relief.” You stood up facing him. The distance between you only a stool wide, but Jason slightly leaning over the edge of the imaginary line drawn by the stool’s presence. “It was nice talking to you. Thanks for the company.” You stare into his eyes, admiring every stray hair and eyelash, how his hair grazed his eyebrows.
He maintained eye contact, noticing how your eyes reflected the soft light coming from outside and how it warmed your reflection. “Well I’ll be here for all your late night troubles. Just say the word.”
A/N: I'm currently working on a part 2, but I don't have an exact plan on the number of chapters. So watch out I guess lol