— Royalty Treatment
Includes: Jason Todd, Roy Harper, Wally West, Victor Stone & Garth
Summary: your feet start hurting while you're out, so he comes up with a way to fix that
Content/CW -> gn! reader, slight mentions of blisters/being in pain, mostly cute fluff
froggi yaps -> came up with this after i saw an instagram reel about it :p thought it would be something cute and silly <3 enjoy! also ty to @reallifeveronicasawyerr & @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger for choosing the characters <3 <3
Jason Todd:
“Jay,” you whine, tugging on his hand to slow him down.
He stops in his tracks, a brick wall of muscle, and turns to face you. “What’s going on?”
“...my feet hurt.”
He cocks a brow, glancing down at the shoes he’d definitely warned you about before leaving the house. “Uh huh?”
You only nod, hot embarrassment creeping in as you basically admit what he already told you. You shuffle awkwardly in your shoes, hoping to get some relief from the way the edges of your shoes are rubbing against the backs of your ankles.
And despite how badly he wants to say ‘I told you so’, he bites his lip. He can’t bare to see you in pain like this and that cute, somewhat odd looking shuffling you’re doing only pains him even more.
Jason hums, kneeling down in front of you, “come on, then.”
You’re quick to lean against his back, wrapping your arms around the width of his shoulders and letting his arms hoist your legs. Jason rises easily to his feet, hopping slightly to adjust you on his back.
You squeeze his shoulders, planting a kiss to the side of his face. “You’re the best, you know that?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Roy Harper:
The sweltering heat of the day only makes your feet hurt even worse, each step making you wince. You wipe the sweat off your brow and stop in your tracks, Roy following suit.
“Everything alright?” He cocks his head to the side, red hair stuck to his forehead with sweat.
You frown, “my feet are starting to hurt.”
He offers you an incredulous grin, giving a half-hearted glance down to your feet. He hadn’t said anything when he’d picked you up this morning, but he’d thought it: those are not the shoes to wear when you’re going to be walking as much as you are today.
He laces his fingers through yours, tugging you along to a nearby bench and forcing you to sit. “Here,” he says, slinging his bag over his shoulder and digging through it.
You watch him rummage through the backpack before pulling out a pair of sneakers that are very much not his size. You blink, “are those?”
“For you,” he holds them out. “Figured you might want them.”
You’re speechless as you kick off your old shoes, Roy handing you a pair of clean socks. You pull them over, your feet instantly soothed by the absence of your shoes, before gently pulling on your sneakers.
You look at him with teary eyes, “how could you possibly know I’d need these?”
He shrugs, grinning cockily. “I just know things, babe.”
Wally West:
“My feet hurt.”
Wally stops in his tracks, hand tightening around yours. “Hm,” he smiles, “I wonder why?”
“My shoes I think…”
He glances down, looking at the exact shoes he’d told you would hurt your feet with all the walking you’d be doing today. Still, they were cute and they matched your outfit, and you’ve never been one to listen very well to Wally, anyway.
He sighs, dropping to his knees on the pavement in front of you.
“Walls, what are you—”
You’re silenced when he lifts one of your feet to the top of his thigh, untying the laces of his sneakers. The switch is so fast you hardly notice it, your own feet feeling relieved when they’re placed in the warm comfort of Wally’s much too big sneakers.
He doesn’t even hesitate before he shoves his feet into your shoes. It’s awkward and it can’t possibly be comfortable with the way his ankles are hanging off the back end of your shoes.
“Are you sure?”
“As long as you’re not in pain, that’s all I care about.” He rises to his feet, doing a little twirl for you, “besides, I feel like a baddie.”
You can’t help but laugh a little, rising on your toes to kiss him on the cheek. “You are a baddie.”
“Damn straight.”
Victor Stone:
The ground outside the bar feels uneven beneath your feet, making you rock on your heels and cause your already painful shoes to rub even harsher on your heels. You wince, stopping in your tracks.
Victor stops the second you do, whirling around on you with concern in his eyes. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”
“My feet hurt,” you mumble out, leaning against him to stand on one foot, rubbing the back of your ankle. “It’s fine.”
His brows knit together, arms crossing over his broad chest. It very much is not fine, not when you’re practically limping.
You recognize that defiant look on his face instantly, opening your mouth to say something when all of a sudden he lifts you into his strong arms.
“Vic!”
“What?” He says, half-hiding his smile, “I just like sweeping you off your feet.”
You let yourself relax against his chest, breathing a sigh of relief at the lack of pain in your feet. “Mhm?”
He kisses the side of your head, resuming his walk down the street like nothing happened. “Mhm, makes me feel like your knight in shining…chrome.”
You wrap your arms around his neck, enjoying the warmth he brings to the cool summer night. His arms feel safe to you, like the most natural place in the world. You lean in, kissing at his jaw.
“My hero.”
He flexes a muscle playfully, offering you a wink. “You know it.”
Garth:
You’re limping. It’s the first thing Garth notices when he meets up with you at the boardwalk, the grin on his face fading just a little. You’re shuffling awkwardly, walking on the balls of your feet like anything else will cause you pain.
You smile when you see him, immediately throwing your arms around him. “Garth!”
He wraps his own arms around you, hugging you tightly. “Hi, baby.”
You pull away, forcing your face to remain neutral despite the way your heels rub against the backs of your shoes. It burns, and it’s definitely going to give you some nasty blisters later.
His brows furrow together. “You’re in pain.”
You shrug, “it’s just my shoes.”
Just your shoes? Garth shudders, he’s in pain just looking at you.
He laces his fingers through yours, shaking his head. “Come on.”
You let him drag you down the boardwalk strip, past all the souvenir and food shops and into the air conditioned hut of a store that mainly sells bathing suits, towels and flipflops.
“Go, pick out a pair.”
“Garth, it’s fine.”
He levels you with a serious look, “I’m not gonna be able to rest until I know you’re not in pain so please, just pick some out.”
And you give in like you always do, examining the shop wall and settling on a pair of comfortable looking sandals. Before you go up to the counter to pay, Garth snatches them from your hand, paying for them before you even have the chance to say no.
Outside, he kneels down in front of you, replacing your uncomfortable shoes for the nice, cozy flip flops he’d just bought for you.
He pats your foot gently when he puts it down. “There, all better.”
You smile, running your fingers through his hair. “Thank you, baby.”
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