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Bro’s working day and night to make people forget he was in Twilight.
in the midst of baby fever, do not panic
jason was a complex guy, there was no question or doubt about that. he was too much or too little most of the time. too quiet and too loud. you often had a hard time figuring out what was going on in his head or getting a proper peek through the walls he surrounded himself with.
but. when it came to you, and when it came to other things he liked by extension, he was an open book.
such as now, for instance, as he tried to pretend he was very uninterested in the baby clothes you were shifting through.
"what about this one?" you asked, holding up a yellow dress with a decorative bee.
jason pulled his thoughts and fingers from a small leather jacket with red detailing. "uh, it's cute."
"you've said that about everything i've shown you."
"because they've all been cute."
you chuckled at his response, "yes, jay, but i can't buy them all."
"i don't know, it's your friend's baby shower–" he trailed off at the look you gave him. "okay. maybe you should get that one with the bee and the first sleep suit?"
"maybe," you hummed in response, handing off the options he selected for him to hold. "i just want to look a bit longer."
jason groaned at the sound of that–he knew your "bit"s and "longer"s. he held what you handed him without complaint anyways, glancing around the store.
his gaze lingered on a little boy the aisle over, playing peekaboo with a baby sitting in the cart as his parents shopped. his heart gave a clench at the baby's giggles, and he found himself glancing over at you before he even realized.
only to discover you were already looking at him, with a puzzled yet amused look.
"what?" you asked, your eyes trailing to the children and back.
"nothing." jason answered too quickly.
jesus. get it together, todd.
jason had an odd fixation with your stomach right now. you noticed immediately; the hands resting on it rather than your hips, the random grazes, him cuddled into your lap with his cheek pressed against it. it was obvious and almost sudden.
you had one hand in jason's hair, the other wrapped around a particularly uninteresting work file. his head was in your lap as he traced small shapes under your shirt, staring blankly into the wall across from him. or, more of, staring at the pink bag screaming "congratulations" in bold letters resting against that wall.
“y/n,” he called out finally. “do you want kids?”
you paused, looking from your file to the head now refusing to meet your eyes. “i mean, i don’t know? we talked about this, didn’t we?”
“we did.”
“..and?”
“and i don’t know either.”
you smiled a bit. “jason, i thought you said you don’t want any?”
“i didn’t.” he replied, definitely. “but now, i..i don’t know. i guess it doesn’t sound so bad.” jason trailed off, his voice turning into a small mumble. a whisper of the truth he felt embarrassed to admit. “a little us…like, you know. a family.”
oh. your chest warmed at his words, your heart fluttering just a bit more than it usually did around him.
“you want a family?”
“if it’s with you.”
jasons words echoed off the walls, bouncing around in your mind as you processed their weight more than their meaning.
“and that’s not just the baby fever talking?”
“i don’t have–“ jason paused. “no. no, it’s not.”
“it’s not?”
jason rolled his head over, keeping it on your lap but now looking up to face you, “no. i’ve been second guessing my answer ever since that first conversation about kids. i don’t mind the thought as much as i should.”
you let out a small “huh”, comprehending his words slowly and surely.
so jason todd did want a kid–or kids?–with not just anyone, but you. it was something that he’d spent a lot of time thinking about and not a rushed decision based on too much exposure to too many cute baby-related things.
“only if you want obviously.” he added a bit hastily. “which, do you…want a family?”
you smiled at the expectant eyes. “with you? yeah.”
jason’s head perked at that. “yeah?”
“yeah. maybe a mini football team.”
jason blinked at you for a moment before he let through a small chuckle.
“or, maybe. just one.”
Battinson because part 2 got delayed AGAIN sigh
*pushes a care package containing all editions of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice*
I want a kiss.
i already own most of these, but you can never have to many. and i'm sorry but i am vary happily married, so how bout a fist bump maybe a high five.
You’re not supposed to be here, Batman.
(Detective Comics #1105)
AK! JASON TODD is so hot and cold that you genuinely don't know what to believe.
He's going through a lot, and you get that. Honestly, that's the only reason you've stuck around this long.
Well, that, and every time you think about leaving, he puts in the effort. A drink you like might show up on your nightstand, maybe a few of your favorite snacks end up in the pantry. He even lets you patch him up, if it's not too much for you to handle.
But when he isn't putting in the effort?
It's hell.
Jason's words get snippy, like he doesn't always remember that he isn't talking to the men in his militia. He'll tell you to fuck off without any hesitation, that his life would be easier if you walked out.
You don't think he means it, though.
Then again, it's hard to think at all when his cock is rearranging your insides, his chest pressed to your back. He has you angled just right for your pretty cunt to be leaking all over him and the best view of your ass jiggling with each and every one of his thrusts.
"Pretty girl..." He whispers into your ear, his drawl mixed with a knowing edge. "You're not gonna leave, are you?"
"No..." You whine. "Fuck, no, Jay-"
"That's not what you call me, is it, ma?" Jason cuts off, his teeth sinking into your shoulder in a warning bite.
"Sir!" The sound of your voice is more like a cry as you try to meet his brutal thrusts. "No, Sir!"
"Atta girl."
Yeah... You know you're not leaving any time soon if he keeps fucking you like this.
He knows it, too.
Main Masterlist
A/N: its 2am i need to go tf to bed😭 i really wanted to crochet though so eh it was worth it
*bites you and runs away*
*catches you and throws you from the inside balcony.
Batman said i should reach out to U for some reason. He said you would "greatly benefit from any type of support group, whether he likes it or not"
@robin-support-group
i'm fine, i haven't been binge eating ice cream for the past three hours.
*says with tears streaming down my face.
