his (adoptive) brother's best friend - jason todd x afab reader (he's your roommate/frenemy)
you and jason had been.. weird lately. usually, it would be him making fun of your little grammar mistakes, or you making fun of how he talks, or you being absolutely and utterly afraid of him most of the time. that was the normal you.
he hasn’t made fun of you in a good week. when did it change? when you called him for a ride? why would that even change anything. maybe it wasn’t, and you were just looking into something that didn’t have to be looked into like you always did when there was even the littlest thing you didn’t understand.
either way, tonight, you’re on dinner duty. that would be great and all, but… you don’t have any food. it was your turn to shop for groceries, but you hadn’t because you had been so busy and broke lately that none of that was even an option. you stared into the empty fridge with a frown.
you looked around. jason was sitting comfortably on the couch. “don’t hear any movement in there, what’s the holdup?” he asked. he said it in a stern way, but you knew he was only joking.
“uhh.. funny story… no food?’ you said, quizzically even though you knew exactly what you were talking about.
you heard a sigh, but then clothed footsteps padding towards you in your aid. he was always very heavy-footed, so you always knew when he was coming to you. it was a weird way to think, but he really had always been doing that ever since his death and moving in with you.
his death.. such a heavy topic. you knew he could joke about it now, but you also knew how much it must hurt him to talk about something so serious so casually. he must be such a strong man, to be okay with going through all that stuff and still having some kind of normalcy in his life.
“what do you mean no food? there’s literally frozen pizza right there.” he pointed out, opening the freezer door. you grumbled a little. you mumbled and groaned about it as you took the box out of the freezer.
“urghhh, but i don’t even like this kind, it’s like all sauce, it’s nasty..” you said dramatically. jason rolled his eyes, but he wasn’t planning on forcing you to eat something you didn’t want. he knew you weren’t typically picky, so if this was bad enough for you to groan about, it must be up there on your top hated foods.
he put your movements to a halt with a hand on the box. he took it from your fingers and threw it away. “oh.. okay, that’s one way to make me starve..” you said lightheartedly. you figured he must have a plan because no-plan jason wouldn’t ever pass up on pizza, even the gross, all-sauce, frozen one.
“no, don’t be like that, what about bagel pizzas?” he asked. so clever. leave it up to the guy that had to scramble for food to come up with pleasing suggestions. you nodded, ready to help. you got out everything that was needed; bagels, sauce (the bad kind from a can but its still better than the bad kind from the freezer), and shredded cheese.
jason’s muscles got to work when he brought out the toaster oven. you guys haven’t used that like.. ever. “okay, you know what you’re doing now, cupcake?” he used the nickname mockingly rather than nicely, as per usual. you agreed because it was your turn to make dinner, anyways. jason was so innovative.
the ingredients needed were basically the last of what you had left, unless you consider three-day-old fast food leftovers from your outings with your best friend, dick, good food. you tried your best to make it as good as possible.
you messed up the sauce on one of the bagels slightly, putting significantly too little on it. you gave jason the good one. your brain figured that he deserved it after his bright ideas and quick thinking saved the night and since he didn’t let you starve. safe to say, you both ate nice fulfilling bagel meals for dinner that night.
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