#brujay fic

[jstodd]

bruce and jason get absolutely wasted together one random night in his study and EVERYONE is hauling ass to stop the impending violent disaster only for them to see the two of them giggling over the cookie raid of 2008. and it's one of the few moments where everything is sticking itself back together before everything went to hell.

it's sweet, it's nice, it's sad, it's melancholic -- the true definition of bitter sweet because they'll both pretend that this never happened. that it was simply a truce for however long it takes to get thru the bottle or before they fall asleep. jason sees the man he could have grown up with and knows that it's not just the liquor that has him feeling warm. and god, bruce is laughing. he's laughing, it's low and rumbling so different from how he remembers his own laugh sounding but it's genuine and it feels good, no matter how fleeting.

just thinking about the reactions of the others because for all the shit brujay have done to each other, have done to the family, it feels like a violation, a loss, an admittance to defeat that it’s bruce and jason that have managed to make each other smile in this family. no amount of forced hugs, or offers to hangout, or late night roof top sits have managed to produce something so uncomplicatedly nice like this.

dick, tim, and damian watch their father act like a human being and their brother set on stone walling them, accept him, accept bruce with flushed cheeks and rough cackles.

it hurts, and for once, the pain inflicted by brujay is completely unintentional

[allourheroes]

“I thought you loved me” Brujay ( hit me hard pls )

meme | ask

Lost Days + Later

“I thought you loved me,” Jason says, but there’s no one there to hear it.

The Joker is still alive. Batman has a new Robin. The world keeps on spinning and there is nothing Jason can do except think of revenge.

Maybe he was nothing to Bruce, after all.

Bruce had made him think he mattered.

He thought he would be remembered.

He thought Bruce would…

He thought…

He thought wrong.

He knows that now.

Something in him says revenge isn’t worth his time, but he has to see Bruce’s face. He has to know.

His mother hadn’t loved him. Why should he have expected more from Bruce?

So he returns to Gotham, wondering all the while if someone who never loved him will even care.

~

They aren’t together.

They will never be together, despite what has happened between them.

Jason knows it and Bruce has said it at every available occasion, and yet it still comes as a shock when Bruce announces his engagement to the family.

“This is a con, right?” Jason asks, sounding slightly more desperate than he had hoped. He tries to recover, to explain to himself if no one else. “You need an in and she was the quickest route to some scumbag you’ve been tracking. Right?”

Everyone stays eerily silent and Jason hears his own voice ringing through his ears.

“Jason,” Bruce starts gently. “It’s time for me to settle down. We’ve been seeing each other for quite some time.”

“But–” And Jason stops. This can’t be real. He’s stuck in some nightmare. He’s hallucinating.

Bruce would never.

Bruce would…

“This is real?” His gaze bores into Bruce, who stays silent, and his eyes flicker from one face to another to find that he is the only one shocked. The only one who didn’t know.

“Yeah,” Tim says, and his tone is two parts sympathetic and one part patronizing, as if all this was obvious.

Jason forces himself to nod, to feign understanding of anything that is happening, anything that is still being said, but nothing processes.

Eventually, everyone else seems to file out and it is just them: Jason and Bruce.

“I thought you loved me,” Jason says quietly, like the little kid he never was, never had the chance to be.

Bruce doesn’t reply and Jason picks his helmet up.

He stares into it for a moment. He sees a reflection of pain and ugliness and jealousy and tosses it to the floor.

So he leaves Gotham, wondering all the while if someone who never loved him will even care

He leaves Gotham, wondering all the while how he could’ve ever thought that someone could love him.

[jstodd]

Cry For Me - jstodd - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Relationships:

Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members & Jason Todd, Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members & Bruce Wayne

Characters:

Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne

Series:

Part 1 of Mold You Into Something Worthy

Summary:

Jason has spent the last 8 years watching Bruce use his death as an excuse to ruin himself and everyone around him, he intends to change that, one painful lesson at a time.

Starting with the haunted uniform behind the glass.

[jstodd]

sometimes i imagine brujay using alcohol and truth serum to try and work thru at least SOME of their issues. no games, no lies, just raw and unfiltered truth sitting alone in the batcave praying that THIS is finally something that works. that they'll get somewhere new without the constant fear that someone's lying, or things being misinterpreted because facts are facts.

and they get to case and they talk about some od the pain there and all jason has to say feels like a lot more than what he says, "i dont even really hate the memorial, just the plaque, 'a good soldier'. . . i thought id be worth more than that to you. maybe i wasnt your son, but I was family, whether you could admit to yourself or not."

and bruce sits on that because yeah, jason's right he was, he IS family but for bruce well. . . "you are family, robin is a family legacy, and that memorial. . . it was all too much-- it hurt to lose you, it hurt to put up, it hurt to look at. . . i didnt need the words to hurt too."

[jstodd]

Hey I just read your fic and I am SCREAMING OMG would you ugly ever consider writing a second part to the a/b/o universe?

actually yes i have been sitting on the second part for literal months my bestie boo, babygirl @mikakuna also knows i still want to finish out a second part 😭 but i uope to post it come january

[jstodd]

Man I really hope you write a pt 2 because you understand Jason on a level that resonates so well and truly Jason and Bruce are so so so unhinged that only a weird transformative romance could break them out of their funk. The whole thing with his death being more about the Batman than him???? You’re making me insane and I cannot wait to see you write their catharsis . break him down jason! And build him back up!!!!!

im actually so excited for this series it's disgusting i talk to one of moots almost daily about it 😭😭😭 but i think everything about them and around them is so fucked up that their relationship just has to be different to be better or anything resembling okay, pt 2 is arguably sadder than pt 1

[allourheroes]

3 of ? I don’t know if my wrist is broken but you are by far the hottest doctor I’ve ever encountered so I hope so. Brujay

More like (street) skateboarder Jason AU. Oops?

~350 words

Jason is sure he’s going to make the next jump until he really isn’t.

By this point, his skateboard is already skittering away and there’s gravel digging into his cheek and knees and palms and pain shoots up his wrist like fire.

“Fuck!” he screams at the impact, then draws in on himself. He takes a second to calm his breathing and tries to re-assess, but everything is stinging and he should be looking for his board and if he’s lost the board and how he’s gonna need money then and–

“Lose this?” a man in a suit asks him, and he’s holding Jason’s skateboard.

Jason blinks. “Yeah, uh.” He hesitates. Maybe it’s because he’s looking up into the sun, but the guy looks like a freaking god. “Thanks.” He lifts his hand to grab the board on instinct, but his wrist buckles as he tries to hold onto it.

Some part of him registers the concern on the handsome man’s face and a filthy thought passes through Jason’s mind before the guy is setting down the skateboard for him and reaching out examine his wrist.

“May I?”

Jason nods, slightly dazed, as the man starts to gently prod at his wrist and he hisses in pain when it turns.

The man hums. “What’s your name?”

Jason considers lying, but he doesn’t. “Jason.”

“Well, Jason, I’m Bruce.” And Jason’s thoughts catch on the name, niggling connections trying to make themselves known. “It’s not broken, but it may be sprained.”

“Uh-huh,” Jason says, squinting. Then it hits him. “You’re Bruce Wayne.”

Bruce’s eyes go wide for half a second before he turns his slight surprise into a smile and a rehearsed chuckle. “Caught me.”

A pause. “Man, I thought you’d be a major dick.”

This time, it takes Bruce a little longer to regain his composure. “Perhaps I am,” he suggests.

Jason takes a minute to appraise him more thoroughly, the throbbing in his wrist background noise. “Maybe,” he agrees with a shrug. He stands, finally, and smirks. “You’re not a hot doctor, but I’d still blow you.”

In that moment, Jason Todd witnesses a miracle: Bruce Wayne blushing.

[allourheroes]

mediamaniac23: Brujay. Hitting on the hot professor?

“Professor?”

The voice is familiar and Bruce turns from the board to find his most disruptive student standing next to the podium.

“What is it, Jason?” Bruce asks. He is a professional. He deals with students all the time. The fact that Jason Todd makes lewd gestures and certain indiscrete comments in class--that, if Bruce were even able to be honest with himself, gave him certain thoughts--does not mean he is not deserving of attention.

Jason bites his lip. “Not sure I’m getting this,” he says, gesturing to the board. His expression is all innocence.

Bruce would almost be convinced were he anyone else. “Hm,” he intones. He waits.

Jason tucks his thumb into his belt loop, his other hand smoothing back his hair. “Yeah,” he continues. “I was thinkin’...maybe you could help me out a little?” It’s then that Jason actually makes his move, stepping closer to Bruce to make his implications clear.

“I see,” Bruce replies. His tone is neutral, but he leans into Jason ever-so-slightly, lets the young man into his space.

“Mmhm,” Jason hums. He gets close enough that they share breath. “What do you think?” he murmurs.

“I think,” Bruce begins, and he hates that his body would just love to melt into Jason’s but instead he leans away, “that your test score says otherwise.”

Jason is surprised when Bruce presses the paper to his chest. He smirks. “Caught me,” he admits with a shrug. “Smarter than you look.”

 Bruce can’t help the smile pulling at his lips. “I try.”