Princess
“Whatever, princess” “Stop calling me that” “Make me”
Reader x Jason Todd
A/N: this wasn’t requested, but I just haven’t written for Jason in a long time and honestly I just love writing for him. Its because I wrote about Dick earlier this that I was craving Jason, so enjoy!
“Hey dad” (Y/n) Wayne smiled, kissing her fathers cheek as she scanned the crowd around them. A few cameras flashed, but she somehow managed to not roll her eyes at them.
“You look lovely tonight (y/n), new dress?” Bruce smiled warmly, twirling me as a few more cameras flashed. Tim and Dick needed a distraction for the night and her dad had stressed how important it was that the Annual Wayne Foundation Gala was on the front page of every Gotham magazine and newspaper tomorrow morning.
“Always” Batman and the batfamily had been in the papers too much in the past month and Gordon was begging to threaten investigating batman if they didn’t stop making such a mess. As much as he appreciated their work he still had to look like a good cop.
“Batman come in, we have a problem” Dick’s voice came over the coms and caused both Bruce and (y/n) to go rigid for a moment. Bruce was the first one to recover as Jason’s hand landed on his shoulder reminding the pair they weren’t alone in the batcave and couldn’t just throw on their suits to help.
“I’ll entertain the princess Bruce, go” Jason nodded towards (y/n) a frown pressing to (y/n)’s lips as she glared at Jason for the nickname.
“Thank you Jason, keep the press guessing (y/n)” Bruce brushed past the pair, moving quickly through the crowd, but not so much that he drew attention. A smile returned to (y/n)’s lips as she looked over the crowd again. Many people smiled back at her, some giving a nod or a wave, and (y/n) watched as their attention would then turn to Jay and they would quickly look away. This continued for several minutes until (y/n) sighed, pulling a champagne fluke off a waiter’s tray.
“You know, people might actually come talk to us if you stopped glaring at everyone” (Y/n) examined Jason from next to him, leaning lightly against the wall. He cleaned up well and would only come to a few galas because he insisted the majority were beyond pointless for him since he was technically dead.
“Now why would I want to talk with stuffy strangers princess?” Jason smirked, turning to face (Y/n) and leaning against the wall with one shoulder. His gaze made (y/n)’s skin felt like it was on fire. She shifted slightly before chugging her drink and setting it on another passing waiters tray. She waited a second more before stepping away from the wall and towards the crowd.
“Woah, woah, woah where are you going?” Jason’s hand wrapped lightly, but firmly around (y/n)’s bicep, stopping her in her tracks.
“To dance, its my job to dazzle the crowd remember?” (Y/n) spun around, annoyed and blowing a stray hair out of her face.
“Who were you going to go dance with? You can’t exactly dance by yourself” Jason raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms in front of his chest, both of them no longer caring about the crowd.
“The new senator, I talked with him at an art gala a few weeks ago, he’s easy on the eyes” (Y/n) smiled, turning back to the crowd and sending a small wave to the senator himself just to prove her point.
“Yeah no, that’s not happening” Jason scoffed, once again grabbing (y/n)’s arm and now practically dragging (y/n) to the middle of the dance floor now. People jumped out of their way, a few apologizing, a few cursing and others giving them dirty looks.
“Jason! What are you doing?” (Y/n) hissed doing her best not to step on anyone's feet as they moved through the crowd.
“You wanted to dance princess, we’re going to dance” Jason huffed his hand falling to the small of (y/n)’s back and his other hand wrapping around her much smaller one. He began guiding her effortless through the dance floor and the song. It was no secret that Jason was a good dancer, but right now with his hand burning through the fabric of (y/n)’s dress all she wanted to do was run away.
“Who said I wanted to dance with you” (Y/n) glared at Jason, trying to find anywhere to look but his piercing eyes but unfortunately the idiot was holding her too close and took up almost all of her vision.
“Oh you wound me” Jason mocked, a laugh low in his chest barely even audible. He leaned even closer though, whispering into (y/n)’s ear as he glared at the senator over (y/n)’s shoulder. “but I meet your low criteria. If the only reason you were going to dance with that ass wipe was because he was easy on the eyes”
“And who said you were easy on the eyes?” (Y/n) reeled back, having to lean far away in order to glare properly as the ever smug man.
“The multitude of girls at my apartment would” Jason smirked, somehow pulling them even closer, yet still not close enough.
“Gross” (Y/n) made a face. She didn’t want that image in her mind.
“Whatever princess” Jason chuckled, (y/n) could feel his laugh due to their closeness. She hated it. She hated that stupidly innocent nick name.
“Stop calling me that” (Y/n) hissed, the name was derogatory, it was as if Jason was always calling her a little girl.
“Make me” Jason’s smirked down at (y/n) and it made her blood boil. Someone had to knock this cocky man down a peg and it might as well be her. She began to slap him, but before she could make contact Jason’s hand wrapped around her wrist.
“Careful... hate for that to be on the cover and not the touching picture of you and Bruce” Jason keep his voice low and something had changed in his eyes. His normally piercing blue eyes were much darker and it sent a shiver down her spine.
“Let go of me” (Y/n) tried pulling her wrist away from Jason, but he simply moved his hand back to the small of her back. Her arm trapped on the inside of his, but it wasn’t noticeable to anyone else.
“Are you going to try to slap me again?” Jason’s words were sharp, but there was no malice behind them. It was almost a challenge.
“Depends are you going to stop calling me princess?” (Y/n) struggled with her locked arm. It wasn’t comfortable and people were beginning to notice their compromising situation.
“I haven’t been proven otherwise, you slapping me doesn’t disprove anything” Jason let go of (Y/n)’s wrist and for a split second she considered slapping him again, but thought better of it, placing her hand on his shoulder instead.
“What would then?” Her eyes met Jason’s, they were still darker than normal, but now for some reason it almost sent a chill of excitement down her spine.
“One story, one action, showing me you aren’t Bruce’s perfect little infuriating princess whose too innocent for Gotham therefore Gotham must become better for her” Jason’s voice was low and (y/n)’s ear and it finally clicked. This time it was her turn to drag him out of the crowd, the paparazzi be damned. They had plenty for the night and the gala would be over soon anyway.
“(Y/n), what are you doing?” Jason’s mind finally caught up to him when (y/n) pulled him into a side room, it was a small living space with a couch and a tv and a few chairs, but what really brought him to the moment was (y/n) locking the door.
“You said one action Jason. Let me show you I’m not some little princess” (Y/n) pushed Jason onto the couch, her fingers nimbly, undoing his jacket as he flopped down, all of his strength and cockiness suddenly being stripped away.
“(Y/n) you don’t have to do this, I get it” Jason’s eyes went wide as his hands now found her waist, helping her to sit in his lap, but it was clear to him he no longer had any control. In the gala (y/n) might have to play Gotham’s charming little princess, but alone, she played no one but herself.
“Do you not want me to do this?” (Y/n)’s straddled Jay’s waist, the question a formality as she began to put the years of teasing together in her mind. Between his always sarcastic remarks and burning touches it all made sense now.
“It doesn’t matter what I want, it matters that you don’t feel obligated to do this” Jason began to regret his words slightly. He had told (y/n) to prove she wasn’t innocent and so far she had done more than he had expected or imagined, and she’d barely even done anything.
“Jason has anyone told you how sexy you look in a tux...” (Y/n) smirked, her lips kissing lightly on Jay’s jaw line, just under his ear. Her fingers were working quickly to undo his tie. “When your hair is messed up...” (Y/n)’s lips kissed next to Jay’s lips. He was dead, he was so dead. “Your collar unbuttoned and the tie undone” (Y/n) planted a kiss on Jay’s Adam's apple, looking up at the man through her eyelashes.
“Fucking christ woman” Jason groaned, picking (y/n) up as she giggled slightly. As much as he wanted this to happen he still wanted it to be done right. He raced the pair of them to (y/n)’s room, her door slamming behind them.
“No Jay, I’m a fucking princess, remember that” (Y/n) fell on her bed, her hands working towards her zipper, but all Jay knew right then was that he was never forgetting tonight.
Bonus:
The morning after the gala, every newspaper and magazine was covered with various pictures of Bruce and (Y/n) on the cover of them, all detailing the gala. The night had only had one minor hitch, but the payoff had been more than expected and that was why Bruce was in an extra cheerful mood as he knocked on his daughter’s door.
“(Y/n) sweetheart, I brought you one of the magazines from last night, its honestly a great picture and...” Bruce trailed off. He had heard a thud and a ‘shit’ followed by someone else shushing another person as someone scrambled around the room. It took him a moment more to recognize the voices before he threw open the door to find Jason standing in his little girls room, pants barely on and all his other clothing thrown around in the room.
“Dad!” (Y/n) yelled sitting bolt right up. She had a shirt on, thank the lord.
“JASON GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW!” Bruce bellowed, storming a the man who had a boyish smirk on his face even as he climbed out (y/n)’s window. He wasn’t sure where he was going, but he didn’t really care.
“I’ll call you later (y/n)” Jason winked before closing the window behind him, running to god knows where. Bruce turned to look at (y/n), ready to lecture her, but instead tossed the magazine next to her on the bed, before running out himself. (Y/n) sunk into the bed, her face red, but her attention drawn to her phone where a text had popped up on her screen from Dick.
Wanna tell me what that was about? The text read with a picture of a half naked Jason running on their roof away from (y/n)’s window.
