Glitter dresses and dirty red hoodies.
Anonymous: Hello! I have a request: Could you please do a scenario where the reader is a rich girl (the "spoiled brat" stereotype) and then she meets Jason (before he knew Bruce and became Robin) for whatever reason and become friends and slowly develop a crush on each other but the reader's father is not OK with that. (And if you can include Smut or something like that it will be awesome!) Thanks 4 ur time! Love ya blog
Summary: She was a princess in her tower and he was the thief of her heart
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
Notes: I should have written this when I got it because life got way out of control for me. Also, I should have just not let this idea get so out of hand… there were a lot of things I shouldn’t have done.
But to be honest, I feel like this idea deserves a whole slow burn fic. Something I can’t do. But I hope what I did works ok... We could always explore different scenes within it later too.
Also, I don’t do smut for anyone younger than 16 (and even then it’s not graphic) and since he gets adopted by Bruce around 14 I’m doing is making this a two-parter. Mostly because of work drama if I tried to write all this together it would need to be up in another week and I have already put this off for too long.
The next part will be up next week but until then enjoy this!
(And yes, there will be smut in the next chapter)
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The music swelled crashing around them beautiful and sorrowful. Two souls pouring out their hearts to each other. Begging for more time. But time was an unforgiving mistress.
“I’m bored” the small girl whined kicking her legs back and forth on the seat. The opera in full swing at this point with boring people just standing on the stage singing loudly at each other in words she didn’t understand. Her father, a rich Gotham elite sighed getting (once again) taken out of the opera.
“Here,” her said handing her a $20 “go get a snack”
Taking the money she hopped down from her seat and scrambled to the lobby as fast as her 9-year-old legs could carry her. Dressed in a flowy pink dress and little ballet slippers didn’t help her descent to the first floor of the opera house.
Turning she saw a young boy in a dirty red hoodie and jeans hiding in the corner glancing over at her through his hood. “I know,” she said eyeing him. “Why are you dressed like that?”
“Because I’m a princess.”
“Are you hungry?” he asked opening his jacket showing snacks lining the inside pockets with tape.
“Did you steal those?” she asked taking a few steps closer, morbidly curious.
“You going to tell on me?”
“Yes, and if you don’t help me I will scream and you will get kicked out.”
“Ok but you have to be quite”
20 mins later they were sitting on the back balcony eating snacks. Watching the players walk across the stage singing at one another. Making fun of their costumes and the weird way they talked.
As the last song was done the crowd stood clapping and crying with excitement. Tear stained and full of emotions.
“They care so much about people who aren’t even real,” the boy said looking down at them.
“Who cares?” the little princess asked coming up next to the thief, “they are adults, they care about a lot of weird things.”
The crowd of adults started to sift through the isles like sand through an hourglass. Slowly, all of them glittering like gems. It was weird watching them from above. They all looked so small. Like dolls.
“I better go find my daddy.”
He nodded as she dashed off and she was sure that as she took her father’s hand walking among all those sparkly adults she would find the boy with the dirty hoodie.
But he was nowhere to be found.
Colors swirling around in soft shapes. Emotions pulled from the mind onto canvas. Graceful tones colliding with dark anger building into a mass of conflict.
Or that was what she was told as she walked among the endless halls of paintings. But really all the little princess saw was a bunch of blocks of color.
Honestly, why did her parents insist on dragging her to these? What 12-year-old cares about an art gallery opening. All she wanted to do was go play with her friends. Her best friend was having a sleepover and they were probably watching movies and eating junk food while gossiping about classmates. They might even be talking about her, about how lame she was for not coming.
Well, screw this and her father.
Gathering up her silver dress she dashed down the hall toward the exit out onto the streets of Gotham. Even at night, the city was full of light and life. If those adults wanted to see real art all they needed to do was go outside of their fancy buildings into the city itself.
His voice made her freeze a shiver running down her spine. Maybe it was because she forgot her jacket but… there was something familiar about it. Memories broken and put together like a stained glass window.
The boy in the dirty red hoodie.
He had filled out in three years, still a gangly boy but slowly becoming a man. She assumed the same could be said about herself in this graceful silver floor-length cocktail dresses.
“You’re the boy from the theater.”
“I can’t believe a rich girl like you remembers a poor old boy like me,” he said saunter over to her hands in his pockets blue eyes looking over her. He had grown considerably much taller now towering over her by several inches.
“I don’t meet many thieves.”
He shrugged his body only inches from hers. What a contrast they must have made. Him in his dirty red hoodie and her in her glittering silver dress. Two sides of Gotham coming together on a busy street.
“Well come on let’s get you home.”
“Naw let’s play.” she said spinning, “Besides my father won’t be done kissing up to other Gotham elites until at least another hour or so.”
“Ok, so what do I call you?”
Three hours and a ripped dress later and Jason was sneaking her back into her house. Giggling and red-faced over the adventure of a lifetime. Who knew Gotham could be so… magical.
“Better run away,” Jason said from her window cycle he had just helped you climb, “Don’t want your security thinking I’m trying to steal anything.” The little princess smiled leaning forward her face inches from his.
“Naw, there isn’t anything I want…” he paused looking up at her, blue eyes looking her over her face for a moment before meeting her gaze again. “Except that” A twinkle of mischief was all the warning she got before he hoisted himself up kissing her.
It was quick, innocent. But sent a swarm of butterflies through her stomach. She felt like her body was floating on air as he pulled away.
Pulling away he winked at her before scrambling down the side of her house. Never giving her time to respond as he ran away into the night. She watched his red hoodie until she could no longer see it, swallowed up into the darkness.
She had found her true love.
He became her secret friend. All hers. Sneaking around during all hours of the day running away from the heaviness of their lives. When they were together it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but each other.
They would hide in the shadows of the night kissing and laughing. Giving promises that children of their ages should never promise.
Some Days it felt like magic. Sitting under large trees reading books and pretending they were the hero and his princess. Professing their undying love. It was them against the world. No one else understood.
And some days, some days there was no magic. Just screaming and crying. She would boss him around demanding his attention. He wasn't her hero he was her villain.
Her words cutting into him like a knife. Why did it matter? She didn’t understand anything up in her tower locked away from the real world. She was just a silly girl.
Their fights would get so heated screaming words they didn’t mean. Breaking their hearts into a million pieces.
Then he would kiss her little angry scrunched up face. Keep kissing her until she stopped being angry. Melting into his touch as he kissed her until whatever was their problem was nothing but a nightmare. Disappearing with the light of day. They had such a power over each other, the emotions so raw still developing.
It was a moment like that when her father found the.
Kissing behind the guest house.
Anger would be an understatement as he dragged the boy by his red hood across the lawn. His daughter screaming as tears ran down her cheeks. Loud voices, pleading, begging, doing and saying anything to make him stop.
“You’re a do nothing! How dare you touch my daughter.”
“She doesn't seem to mind.” this earned Jason another slap across the face causing more tears from the little princess.
“No! You will never see this scum again!” he snapped shoving Jason into the back of the family car. Nodding toward his driver the car slowly pulled away from the large mansion. Her daddy holding his princess back as she screamed holding out her hands toward the boy.
Jason watched her from the back seat, face pressed against the window mouthing “I love you” over and over again.
But it was too late, for those two souls pouring out their hearts to each other. Begging for more time.
But time was an unforgiving mistress.
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