Death Has No Right To You (arkham knight!jason todd x reader)
Summary: You're severely injured, but he's not letting you go. Even if you're not his to lose anymore.
(a/n: angstcomfort? not even death can try to drag you away from him. tw: mentions of blood/near death)
Jason has not felt such fear since his time in the warehouse, where the very thought of metal scraping concrete conjures phantom stings in his scars, and a gutting-drop in his heart. After him- after everything he's been through, he was close to believing nothing could ever be worse than the past he buried deep down, which he stifled with hatred-filled revenge.
Shaking fingers cradling your limp head, he can't believe he was ever foolish enough to think life had enough of him to let its dreaded claws loose. He had thought he was done with attachment to his past, to his mantle, to Bruce, to you.
"Please, don't take her away from me." He pleads to no one, because no one ever listens to him when he begs. Not when he was caged in that warehouse, not when he pleaded to be found, not when he pleaded to die.
He knows the scent of death like the back of his hand, coated on his hands when he kills, coated in the haunted look that stares back at him in the mirror. You- you're covered in the scent of it.
You're barely holding on, your grip on his neck falling looser only for him to snap at you to wake up whenever your eyelids shut, forcing you out of your stupor. Stay, stay, stay- his voice commands you.
When he reaches the base, he's barking orders and there's a flurry of movement as his militia move aside for him, all eyes on the limp body in his arms. "Get a fucking doctor- or I will make sure everyone in this room pays." His modulator renders his tone cold, but he can hear his desperation echoed back to him. Thankfully, no one notices and someone finally listens and makes a move.
He places you down on a flat surface, heart dropping when he can finally see how much blood you've lost under the fluorescent light. He grips your hand that reaches out for comfort. "You're going to make it." He mutters to himself, because he simply refuses anything other than your survival. "Because you're not someone who gives up. You're a fighter, you can fight this. I won't let you go under, you understand?"
You wince and heave with every breath, but there's confusion etched into your expression when you listen to his words. You try to find familiarity through his altered voice, something of memory to his armour, but you find none.
"Was I someone- were you someone to me?" You finally dared to ask.
There is no sound from his modulator, no flicker in those illuminating eyes, but somehow, you can sense the tension in his shoulders, the way his breath stops at your question.
"No." He answers. Not anymore.
The silence stretches, and footsteps are nearing.
"Then." You struggle through your next words, vision blurred till he leans in. "If I don't make it," You notice his fingers tighten around yours. "Will you bury me near Jason Todd's grave?"
The Arkham Knight is a powerful figure, with connections and a motive no one understands. Yet, if he was willing to put all this effort to save you, maybe he would listen to your final request.
"I promised him." Tears filled your eyes. "I'd always be by his side. I failed to before- Promise me, that you'll let me."
Jason stares at you, and he fights back the urge to scream. Don't you know, that by finding your Jason, you'll be leaving him? He had thought that whoever he became the day he escaped Joker's grasp couldn't possibly be something you could love, so he had left you alone. Or at least, he had convinced himself that it was the right decision. Now, even on your deathbed, your last words are of him, for him. Wrongs after wrongs after wrongs, it seems to be all he's capable of. But not this time.
He's not letting you go.
"I promise."
When you wake, you feel a strong hand covering yours. Your head pounds, and you try to recall what happened. A gunfight, a crossfire, a stranger, a promise-
The Arkham Knight. He saved you, didn't he?
You turn your head to see who was sitting beside the bed, expecting a robotic suit and glowing eyes, only to meet pale blue. Your heart recognises the colour before your mind does, seizing uncontrollably as if possessed.
"Am I dead?" You ask, laughing humourlessly. "Is that why you're here, Jay?"
He gives you a sad smile. Your Jason smiles at you. It's solemn and heartbreakingly haunting, unlike anything you've dreamt of since his death.
His hand moves to rest over your pulse, which beats over his calloused thumb. Life. Then, you're.. alive? You notice then, how he's not really the Jason you remember. There's a deep scar engraved into the skin tissue of his cheek, a crookedness to his nose from a punch gone wrong, and how his eyes hold secrets you can't uncover.
He's not your Jason, but he still looks at you the same way.
"I told you I'd keep my promise." He finally answers. "And now it's your turn to keep yours."
Changed how i draw Bruce a bit, just added some gray hair bc hes old and stressed and a scar on his brow, plus started working on making the proportions more realistic overall.
Plus i made the heart monitor Beep look better and more visually accurate to how it sounds (high and impossible to ignore)
Imagine you caught Jason's attention when some of his guys were randomly discussing who the best forensic psychologist in Gotham City was. After that, he made it his mission to find out everything about you, and in the process he ended up becoming sick with infatuation.
So now you've been, well, you wouldn't call it dating but you'd both been seeing each other for a few months. Up in your penthouse apartment, far from the common Gotham crime. It made Jason glad, the idea of you being so high up and far away from the dark alley ways and thugs. But what really made him sleep a little easier at night was the fact that he had installed new locks onto your windows and door.
So now you both laid there, tangled in your silk sheets. Jason was whispering sweet nothings to you in between kisses.
"My little psychologist." His lips locked onto yours before you pulled away.
"Little?" He stopped looking for your lips and finally opened his eyes to take you in. Even when you were trying to look annoyed you were gorgeous.
"I meant it in an endearing way. I promise."
"Well, your little psychologist has to go to work now." You teased as you began to manoeuvre your way out of his large arms. Jason quickly tightened them around your waist.
"No wait-" He said pulling you back in. Jason accidentally let that slither of desperation show again. But you loved it. "Stay, please."
Wry smile on your lips, you began to slip back into bed. "Alright, but only because it's you..."
You initiated the kiss this time as he melted back into your touch. Hands travelling around your waist to your back. Body pressed against yours.
"My little vigilante." You laughed, and he gave a smirk in return.
🥀A/n: lmk what yall think of this type of format for a post!!
🥀Cw: smut, dirty talk, praise, fluffy aftercare, degradation, use of "slut", blowjob
🥀minors dni
one difference between our usual Jason Todd and Ak!Jason is how rough they are. specifically, how rough they are with you.
when it comes to Jason, he's all about your comfort and pleasure, especially when you're giving him head. he pauses to let you breathe, praises you for taking him so well, and his hand never leaves your face as he strokes your cheek soothingly. he calls you his darling, and pulls out before cumming on your chest.
but Ak!Jason? he's more than willing to be mean. he makes you gag on his cock, relishing in your whimpers and moans as you struggle to take his length. a sly hand pinches your nose as you take him, causing you to gag and struggle to breathe around his thick cock. he mocks you, calling you his pretty little slut and teasing you about how eager you are. he's cumming in your mouth or on your face, theres no in between, and he'll make sure to scoop any of his cum that you don't swallow back into your mouth with his finger.
both agree that aftercare is important, but Jason is much more open and honest about his feelings. after returning the favor with a few more rounds, he's running you a bath and making sure you don't have to lift a finger, changing the sheets and even carrying you back to bed. he's whispering sweet nothings in your ear, cupping your face in his hands and reminding you of how much he loves you. Jason holds you against his chest until you fall asleep, safe and content in his arms.
meanwhile, Ak!Jason is unsure of what to do next after collapsing beside you after a few more rounds. the both of you are exhausted and sticky from sweat and fluids, yet he can tell that you are much more tired than him. he takes the initiative to get a warm, wet towel and wipes you down while your still in your post orgasmic haze. he doesn't brush you off when you cling to him, and he can't deny that he misses the intimacy of your touch. he missed you. while he doesn't say it aloud, his actions scream i love you as he pulls you close. he murmurs, "not a word about this in the morning", and pretends not to notice the soft smile that graces your features as you fall asleep in his embrace.
yes, Jason and Ak!Jason are different in many ways, but both love you unconditionally.
sorry this is unedited and un-proof read i am lazy 💀 i will probably reblog this in the morning at a more acceptable time of day but i am too fucking lazy to learn how the que thingy works and some of my scheduled posts have been Eaten™️ by tumblr sooooo erm yea suffer. anyways!!! hope u enjoyed!! I AM BEGGINGGG FOR JASON TODD REQUESTS ESP THIRSTS PLSPSKSPKSSOSLPS PLEEASE
