#imagine batboy

[crazyfreckledginger]

[x][x] § Jason Todd Imagine § 

4 years since he died. 4 years -- but it felt like longer. A lot longer. ‘Time heals’ they said. It never did. It was still so so painful. He didn’t deserve that, you didn’t deserve that. You sat on your couch, watching the tedious movie displayed on the TV. It was nearly Christmas and your life still felt empty without him. Your phone rang lightly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you guessed it must have been Bruce. 

But it wasn’t, you unlocked your phone, staring at your phone.

~Open your door baby!~ It was from Jason. Your heartbeat increased as you scurried to your window,  

A shadow could be seen from inside. He walked closer, coming into view before waving lightly. You stared at him in suspicion. The red helmet reminded you that it was Red Hood. Standing your ground, your hard glare stayed fixated on the man outside. Your eyebrows furrowed as he slowly peeled his helmet off, your heart skipping a beat as you gazed at his face behind the domino. 

He took a deep breath before peeling the mask off. A gasp escaped your lips as you opened your window.

“Jason?” A small sob escaped your lips as he slipped inside. 

“Hey baby,” He greeted shyly with a small grin. You walked up to him, caressing his cheek, before slapping him across his face. His eyes went wide and he froze in shock. You soon engulfed him in a hug.

“I-I mourned you you idiot,” You whimpered in his chest, slapping it slightly but tightening your grasp around him.

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[crazyfreckledginger]

[x] § Jason Todd Imagine §

Requested by anon, since fics are closed, I put it into an imagine since it would have been published sooner, and you didn’t specify which Jason so I hope you’re okay with the Titans’ version! 

He grinned widely as he held (Y/N)’s hand, arm around her waist and bodies laying above each other. Jason couldn’t stop smiling at the movie, wanting to know what happens next.

His significant other though? Not so much. (Y/N)’s face was slowly becoming more and more buried in his chest, hands fisting his shirt tightly. 

“Are you okay babe?” He mumbled, eyes never peeling away from the screen.

“Mmh hmm,” a small hum could be heard in response, a little strained.

“Are you sure?” He gazed over to his love, raising an inquiring eyebrow as the music from the music suddenly became even louder. 

“Yes,” it was a small whisper this time. 

“You’re not liking this are you?3 He asked. 

“Of course I am;” 

“No you’re not,” Jason snorted, pulling (Y/N) up on his chest, arms around her waist and lips against her forehead.

“What makes you think that?” 

“The way you’re holding onto me and doing anything not to see the screen.” His grin widened.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She responded after a moment of silence.

“Do you want anything babe?” 

“Hug me please!” She pouted. Her boyfriend chuckled, pulling her close and hugging her tightly as she eagerly return the gesture. With his other hand, he stopped the movie and put another, non-scary movie on in the background.

“If this is how watching scary movies end up then we should watch some more often,” He teased.

“Stop,”

“No, I like cuddling with you,” 

“Then don’t tease because I like it too,” (Y/N) murmured. 

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[x][x] § Damian Wayne Imagine §

You rubbed your eyes slowly, risking opening your eyes. It was nearly 10 am. Deciding to get up, you begrudgingly slipped some warm socks on and sweater before walking out of your bedroom. 

Your eyebrows furrowed as you distinguished a small black body on your couch. It shuffled lightly, eyes opening from your footsteps.

“Dami?” You asked. He yawned, eyes fluttering open before he leaned up on the couch from under the blanket.

“(Y/N),” He greeted respectfully, rubbing his eyes. Walking up to him, you engulfed him in a hug before sitting down beside him.

“Bruce giving you a hard time?” You frowed lightly, running a hand through his hair. He would despise the action if it was from anyone else, but he adored your touch, you were like his older sibling -- or guardian figure for that matter.

“Brothers actually, they are being immature,” He frowned. 

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