a few centered around his family—he always sits or stands to the left of dick, always makes cass her plate, always brings dessert to gatherings because nobody can do it as well as he can.
a few about his work—he always starts on the south end of gotham and works toward the north, always cleans his guns an hour before patrol, always puts his right boot on before his left one.
then, he has several for you.
he always flicks your sky projector on fifteen minutes before you’re done getting ready for bed, he always lets you take a bite of food first before picking his fork up, he always lets you read the prologue of a book he’s considering purchasing.
but your personal favorite?
jason always lets you kiss him first.
he’ll lower his face to yours, keeping the space between the two of you until you lift your lips to slot against his. whenever he wants affection, he’ll draw closer, look at you with those utterly compelling eyes of his, and wait.
he waits until you respond—whether it be reciprocating his energy or not.
he doesn’t take from you. he loves whatever you give him, even if it’s merely eye contact.
even then, he’ll graciously accept it because it’s from you.
jason has a habit of waiting for you to kiss him first, not because he’s nervous or shy.
he waits because he knows what it’s like to have things taken, and he always wants you to have a choice.
pt. 2 to touchstarved!jason now turned clingy!jason cause i need that man religiously
touchstarved!jason todd who is now one of the most affectionate people you know (at least with you).
touchstarved!jason todd who has now turned into clingy bf!jason.
clingy bf!jason todd who can’t stop touching you now that he finally feels comfortable.
clingy bf!jason todd who lets his hands linger on your waist while the two of you stand in the kitchen together.
clingy bf!jason todd who doesn’t take his eyes off you for a second when the two of you are outside. he always has to have you near him.
clingy bf!jason todd who links his pinky with yours while you two sit next to each other, him reading and you watching your show.
clingy bf!jason todd who silently moves your legs into his lap, gently massaging your calves just for his peace of mind.
clingy bf!jason who clings to you when falling asleep, holding you tight as your back lays against his chest.
clingy bf!jason who nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck while hugging you, breathing you in deeply and taking in your scent.
clingy bf!jason who glares at you when you ask him if he just sniffed you, replying with a quiet “no” while his whole face flushes. he absolutely did.
clingy bf!jason who sits on the closed toilet seat while watching you get ready, just staring at you and occasionally asking a question about what you’re doing now.
clingy bf!jason who insists on helping you comb/brush your hair before bed.
clingy bf!jason who gets so overwhelmed sometimes with how much he loves you that he will just randomly hug you and won’t let go for a while.
clingy bf!jason who loves trapping you under him, laying his whole body on yours, essentially crushing you while he ignores you insisting he get off cause he’s “too heavy”. whatever.
clingy bf!jason who slides his cold hands underneath your shirt, pressing them against the warmth of your skin, even though you’ve told him off countless times.
clingy bf!jason who just mumbles a quick “sorry, babe.” in response while kissing your cheeks. he doesn’t feel sorry at all.
synopsis: you're a sweet recluse who allows her home to be Jason's safe house. What happens when he starts to get too close to you?
The screen door creaks open late one evening. Jason Todd steps inside your little kitchen like it's a habit, almost as though he's lived here all his life. In truth, you'd only known Jason for about two months now since he came stumbling to your doorstep one stormy evening. Things seemed to pass in a blur since then.
Jason's shoulders are tense beneath the fabric of his jacket, bruised from the constant fights he participates in. His jaw is sore and his knuckles are split from punching again. He's already in one of his moods.
He kicks off his boots by the door without looking, the way he always does, listening to the familiar sound of dirty soles thunking against the wood floor. Then, he heads straight to the sink like he's on autopilot, having memorized the layout of your house like it's his own. He doesn't even need to look down to where the fluffy hand towels are as he dries his hands.
There's a plate of dinner waiting on the table that's still hot and steaming, and you're standing near the counter, looking at him like he didn't just come home covered in bruises and blood. You're smiling in the cutesy, innocent way you always do. The way that boils Jason's blood in both a bad, and really good way.
"Hi, Jay," you say, your voice smooth like honey as you look up at him with big, sparkly eyes, like he's just your husband coming home late from work.
Jason swears under his breath and marches through the kitchen, hovering around you for a moment, before muttering a gruff "Hello." in return, slumping down into his usual seat at the dinner table, looking down at tonight's meal.
The plate's got roast chicken, buttery mashed potatoes, and a pile of vegetables on the side. It's very balanced. It looks like food you'd see in a magazine with a recipe underneath. You cooked. Again. Like you do every night.
"Thought you might be hungry," you say, cheeks all pink from the stove's heat, or maybe just from looking at him. You get so bashful when he stares. "You want me to get you a knife or anything else?"
"No. S' fine." he grumbles, picking up a fork to start stabbing at his vegetables. You nod, still smiling all cute as you take out a jug of lemonade for him and pour him a class without asking, setting it down beside his plate, right before leaning down to press the softest, most innocent kiss to his cheek. Right near the cut on his jaw, his sweet spot. "Glad you're home safe."
Jason goes still at the feeling, a little grunt leaving him involuntarily. The second your lips brush over him, it's as though every muscle in his body tenses. His eyes flick to you, but you're already walking away, humming to yourself like you didn't screw him over with that little gesture.
What the hell are you doing, letting a guy like him into your house? Letting him sleep in the extra bedroom you cleaned just for him and eat off your table without asking for compensation? What kind of sweet, naive girl lets a man with knives and guns in his duffel bag and scars up his back and shoulders stay in her house like he's not dangerous?
"You shouldn't do that," he grumbles as you have your back turned to him, a deep scowl on his face. You blink, turning back toward him, confusion soft in your eyes. "Do what?"
"You know what I mean. The kissin'. The..." his voice gets tight, jaw ticking, "...the 'Jay' with your little giggle. Don't."
"Don't act like we're friends?' you ask, so innocently, head tilted in a way that makes him want to pounce on you. "We are friends."
Jason clenches his jaw. His fingers curl around the fork, knuckles white. "You should be more wary, is all" he mutters, frowning as you respond with a little huff and a playful eye roll, going over to check on the pies you made for dessert that are cooling on a rack.
He stares at the curves of your body, gaze panning from your hips, down to your thighs, and back up to your ass, plump in the cute little nightgown you're wearing, with the hem riding up your thighs enough to show your panties if you bent over. He can't take his eyes off of you, not for a second. He's looking at you to figure out how someone like you could possibly be real, let alone a part of his life. You feed him. You made him a safe house with gingham curtains and a soft bed and dinner waiting on the table every night without fail.
He's coiled so tight it feels like his skin doesn't fit right, seeing you flutter around the kitchen like everything's fine, apron tied snugly around your waist. You turn and meet his gaze again as he continues.
"Why aren't you scared of me?" Jason mutters all gruff, pushing back his chair and standing. His eyes are all dark and stormy. "You let a guy like me in your house. You give me food, a bed, clothes. You let me walk around your kitchen like I belong here." He steps forward slowly. "You don't even lock your fucking door."
Your throat bobs as you swallow, but your expression doesn't change. That soft, quiet sweetness still on your face like you've never even heard a threat before.
"I don't have to lock it because the only person who comes around here is you, and I know you."
Jason's frown deepens, and he crowds your space, hissing at you coldly. "You don't know shit about me." He stares down at you, jaw clenched, breathing through his nose. He keeps coming closer and closer to you, all while you don't even realize what you're doing to him, standing there in your cozy little kitchen, smelling like a dessert.
His body pushes you back into the counter, his jaw is clenched and lips twisted in a snarl. You open your mouth, but he cuts you off, his voice rising. "You let me in here. You open your house up to someone like me and think I'm not gonna hurt you? You think I'm just gonna be your lil' prince charming?"
He shoves his hand against the counter beside you, trapping you in place. His face is inches from yours, but this time, you don't see the same tired, frustrated guy you've been taking care of. This time, all you see is the threat, the dangerous man who doesn't think you should have trusted him at all.
"I could strangle you, you know," he says all soft. His hand shoots out, quick and brutal, grabbing your neck just below your chin. "You think I wouldn't do it? You think I wouldn't snap your neck like a twig if I wanted to?"
Your pulse spikes. His grip isn't tight enough to suffocate you, just enough to make your heart pound harder. "Or what if I wanted to cut you?" His thumb presses into the side of your neck. he's learned you can make someone pass out if you push there hard and long enough. wouldn't take long if he did it to you, though. another reminder of how fragile you really are. "What if I wanted to steal everything in your house and leave you with nothing?"
You look up at him, whimpering softly at the feeling of his huge hand wrapping around your throat. Your smaller one grabs at his wrist, staring up at him with big, glassy eyes. "J-jason..."
"What if I wanted to tear off one of those flimsy lil' dresses you wear around me and fuck you?" He lets out a low mumble, tipping your head up and rubbing his thumb over your lower lip. "You think they're cute, huh? You think I don't notice the way you dress like 'm not gonna want to tear you apart?"
Your breath hitches, and for a second, you can't find your words. He's crowding you now, pinning you to the counter so you have no way out. His thumb pushes harder on your lower lip.
You stare at him, your face flushed. Your chest is rising fast now, like you're trying to keep calm, like your body's betraying you even if your voice hasn't cracked yet. You're not saying anything, but your fear's loud enough without words.
Jason's still holding onto your throat, the heel of his hand digging into your pressure point while his thumb smushes against your soft lips. His chest heaves with each breath, his face twisted up even though deep down, he's thoroughly enjoying himself. He relishes in the slight tremble your body gives and the way you look up at him like you're starting to realize he's not savable.
He leans down to your level. "You scared now, sweetheart?" he mutters. You try to speak, but it catches in your throat. He can feel it under his hand, that flutter in your pulse. "Yeah," he breathes. "That's what I thought."
He tilts his head, leaning down to slot his mouth over your cheek, mocking the little kisses you always give him when he's home. He moans against your skin, starting to press sloppy kisses down to your jaw. He's done holding back, finally indulging in the terrible, heinous thoughts he's had about you since you let him into your home.
His hands roam under your dress, hiking it up to squeeze the globes of your ass, all while you moan softly, eyes fluttering shut.
He kisses up the side of your throat and up to your ear, huffing low so you hear every bit of how hot he is for you. "Lemme show you what bad men do to pretty girls who play house with 'em."
his hands move again. they don't stay in place for long. he's very unpredictable. one moves back to grip on your throat, while the other hand drags up the back of your thigh, slipping beneath the hem of your nightgown until his rough fingers find bare skin. his breathing is ragged now, lips pressed to the curve of your neck like he's trying to inhale you.
"You smell s'sweet," he growls, nose brushing the soft skin beneath your jaw. "Always smell so fuckin' sweet."
He's spreading you apart before your brain can comprehend it, lifting you up with his free hand to guide you up onto the counter, manhandling you like you weigh nothing. Slotting his body between your legs, he looks down at your pretty cotton panties. Just as adorable as you, all lacy and pastel like you didn't have a clue what they'd do to him.
Jason huffs a breath through his nose, low and unsteady, staring at the soaked little patch in the middle. "Fuck," he mutters, dragging his thumb over the wet spot slowly and teasingly. "Look at this. You want me like this." His hand grips your thigh to keep you open, his gaze locked on your panties as he takes two fingers and pushes them up against your panties so he can trace your plump little pussy through the fabric, firm enough to make you twitch.
You jolt, grabbing onto his shoulder while your tummy flips. "Mmh... i-its good... b-but 'm sensitive..." you warn softly, trying to fight against his grip ever so slightly, but he keeps you spread for him with his firm hand. Your breath catches when he starts tugging your panties to the side, baring the warm air of the kitchen onto your even warmer hole.
His hand grips your hip, anchoring you in place while he teases your entrance with the pads of his fingers, just barely pressing in. You let out a strangled little sound, back arching as he slowly presses a finger inside you with a low groan. Your body clenches around him and it makes him twitch, a guttural sound leaving his chest. "Fuck, you're tight," he mutters, nose nuzzling yours. "So fuckin' warm. This pussy's been waiting for me, hasn't she?" You nod helplessly, eyes wide, lips parted as he pumps his finger inside you slow and filthy. He watches you fall apart for him, cheeks flushed and pretty little moans leaving your mouth with every curl of his finger.
His thick digit curls just right inside you, slow and deep, while his thumb rubs circles around your clit, not too quick, just firm and steady like he's testing how fast he can get you to fall apart. You whimper again, your hips rolling into his hand without thinking.
He watches the little faces you make while you're in heat like this, as well as the way your body reacts to his touch. His eyes are locked on the place where his finger disappears inside you with that delicious squelch, and once you're relaxed, he slides in a second to fill you up even more. You jerk, nightgown bunching up more at your waist as he shoves his fingers deep inside you, wanting to see how tight you can squeeze around them.
"Damn," he mumbles, "You're squeezin' the fuck outta me." His free hand grabs your thigh harder when you flinch back, nails digging just a little into your flesh to keep you still and wide open for him. He leans in, breathing heavy against your cheek as he grinds the heel of his palm against your clit while his fingers keep stroking inside you, that slow, steady rhythm that's driving you crazy because it's just enough to have you trembling, but not enough to tip you over.
You whine out a soft "Jay," all desperate and teary eyed, your grip on his shoulders tightening as your legs start to shake. You don't even realize you're grinding down onto his hand until he growls, "Yeah… that's it. Use your words. You need it that bad, don't you?"
He keeps his face close to yours, eyes flicking between your mouth and your eyes, watching how dazed you look already, lips all swollen and wet from how much you've been panting. "Feels 's good! M-more..." You whine, your body starting to move on its own, hips rolling into his hand, trying to chase the pressure that's curling in your gut.
Jason doesn't let up. He just keeps fucking you with his fingers, deep and slow, his thumb pressed firm to your clit, working you in tight little circles until your legs are twitching and your mouth is open like you're gasping for air.
"You're already gonna cum, huh?" he murmurs, voice low and thick. "Already cryin' on my fingers like a needy little thing." You nod, head falling back against the cabinet behind you, your breath coming in short, desperate little bursts. " 'M gonna...Jay, I...I'm gonna..."
"Come, then," he orders, eyes locked on yours. "Cum on my fingers like a good girl. Show me how sweet this fuckin' pussy is."
You shatter around him body locking up tight before it all melts down at once, your orgasm crashing over you so hard you can't even stay upright without holding onto him. Your whole body trembles and he watches it all, jaw clenched, eyes dark and blown wide with how fucked he is for you.
He keeps his fingers inside you even after, not pulling out until you're twitching too much to take it, and even then, he pulls back slow, glancing down at the mess he made of you. He brings his fingers to his mouth without even thinking, licking them clean while he keeps his eyes on your face.
Then he leans in, mumbling in your ear. "You made a mess on my hand,"
Jason's gaze drops down to the tent in his jeans, thick and straining against the zipper, and he lets out a breath that sounds more like a growl.
"Take my cock out," he says roughly, eyes never leaving yours. Your fingers tremble a little as they reach for his belt, heart hammering in your chest while you work it loose, the clink of the buckle loud in the quiet kitchen. Jason's eyes are burning into your face the whole time, watching the way you fumble a little, the way your lips part and your breathing gets uneven while you tug his belt free, then pop open the button on his jeans.
You slide the zipper down slow, hands shaking just the tiniest bit, but you don't stop.
He helps you just enough to shove his jeans down his hips, groaning softly when you reach into his briefs and wrap your fingers around him. He's thick and hot and already leaking against your palm, and the second you touch him, his whole body stiffens.
"Jesus," he mumbles, chest rising and falling hard. You glance up at him through your lashes, a little dazed and shy, but your hand stays wrapped around him as you stroke him once, then twice, making his head fall forward, forehead bumping into yours while he groans.
He looks into your eyes, his voice all rough and shaking with how close he is to snapping. "You're gonna do it, alright? Not me." he says, jaw clenched. "You're gonna show me how dirty you are, and take me in your hand, and you're gonna line me up with that sweet little pussy like this was your fuckin' idea."
You nod even though you're buzzing and feel your body burning, and he watches you slowly wrap your hand snugly around his cock, his face close to yours as you guide him between your legs.
"Yeah," he mumbles, watching your face. "Just like that." You whimper when the head of his cock bumps against your entrance, slick and warm, and Jason moans low in his throat at the feel of you, the head of him just barely pushing inside.
Your fingers tremble as you line the head of him up with your entrance, glancing up at him as you press him against your folds. "It's so hard," you whisper, all breathless. "Your cock..."
"I know," He responds, watching you continue to guide him, soaked folds parting around the flushed head, barely nudging it in just enough for both of you to feel that first slide. " 's... fuck... c-cause I want you s'bad." He hunches over you a little, mouth hanging open as you finally line him up just right. His tip catches on your soaked entrance and he groans deeply, forehead pressing to yours again like he's trying to stay tethered to something.
He pants, grinding the head against you, not pushing in all the way yet, smearing your wetness all over the flared head of his cock while your thighs twitch around his hips. You make a tiny noise, all high and breathy, and he grins against your cheek. His nose brushes your temple while he shifts his hips just enough for his tip to nudge inside, slow and heavy. "Fuck... there we go, sweetness. 'S suckin me in now."
He grabs your thigh with his free hand, pushing it up until your knee's hooked over his forearm, giving him more room, more access, more of you. He doesn't push all the way in yet, just slides in a few inches, slow and aching, just enough to make your mouth drop open and your nails bite into his shoulders.
"Keep lookin' at me," he hisses. "Don't you dare look away. You let me in, shit... now you're gonna watch what I do to you."
Your eyes flutter open again, all teary and glassy and overwhelmed, and he groans and thrusts in deeper, hips jerking forward like he can't help it anymore, burying himself with a low, breathless curse. Both hands grab your thighs to hold you wide open while his cock sinks alllll the way inside, thick and throbbing inside you.
He sinks in all the way, slow but deliberate, forcing your body to stretch and take every thick inch, and the second he bottoms out, he stays there, buried deep inside you, breathing hard through his nose like he's trying to stay composed, but he's not even close. His hands grip your thighs so tight it makes your skin dimple, holding you still like he's afraid you'll run, like he knows you're not ready for how far he's about to take this.
"Fuck, it's good," he mutters, voice wrecked as he stares down at where you're joined. "Look at that. Fuckin' swallowed me whole, didn't you?" He gives a rough roll of his hips, just enough to make you jerk and gasp under him. "Tight little pussy- already squeezin' like she wants to keep me."
Your head tips back as a choked little moan slips out, your hands clinging to his shoulders now, nails dragging across his back without thinking. He groans, fucking into you harder now, faster. Your body jerks with the impact of his rough thrust, and he moans, loud and low against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin before he bites down like an animal.
He keeps fucking into you with rapid, punishing thrusts, his body bracketed over yours, your legs forced wide apart so he can get deeper. You moan loudly, not bothering to hold back on being responsive. You're slicing into his back with your nails, mewling and panting his name harshly.
He growls at the pleasure pain you give him, rutting into you harder, like the sound of his name like that flipped some switch in him. "Say it again," he pants. "Say my fuckin' name."
You do, a little louder this time, all breathless and shaking. "Jason, mmh! please!"
"Fuck," he bites, his whole body shuddering as he pounds into you now, hips snapping forward again and again. "You're gonna let me ruin you, huh? That what you want, sweet girl? Gonna let me fuck the good right outta you?" You nod, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes, not even sure if it's from how good it feels or how deep he's inside you, but it makes him groan, deep and ragged, like he's never seen anything more perfect.
His voice is nothing but a harsh whisper now. "I ever catch you lettin' another man in this house, I swear to god-"
You cut him off with a soft little moan, too blissed out to process the threat, and Jason grunts, cock pulsing inside of you as he scrapes against your gummy inner walls. You let out a loud, high whine, clenching tight around him, and he curses under his breath, leaning forward to kiss you rough and messy, dragging his tongue across your bottom lip.
The taste of you is too much for him, and he groans loudly, grabbing onto the back of your head so he can fully suck your tongue into his mouth and buck into you faster, like a dog in a rut. "Gonna cum f'you," He grunts, tearing out of you suddenly.
You whine at the loss of the full feeling inside your belly. and he grabs onto your plush thighs again, squeezing his throbbing, flushed cock and pumping it a few times before splurting all over your pussy. You pant, heart pounding in your chest.
He cums load after load on you, before dropping onto his knees and stuffing his face into your cunt, needing you to cum for him too. He doesn't want to wait for your sensitivity or that coil to fade away, and so he thrusts his tongue deep inside your sopping hole, eating out your cunt like it's the only dessert he needs.
You scream, ecstasy washing over you so suddenly that you can't even warn him when you cum into his hot mouth, watching him eagerly drink it all up and tongue fucking you through your orgasm.
He groans at your taste once again, unable to get over how sweet you taste. He stands and scoops some of the cum off his thighs and pushes his fingers lightly to your mouth. "Open." He mutters, watching you oblige with a dazed look in your eyes. He feels his cock twitch to life once more at the sight of you tasting him and looking into his eyes like he's just ruined you, which he has. Your hair is a mess and your lips are swollen, and your lower half is soaked with his cum.
It's truly incomprehensible how one could have so much thought. Jason cant even wrap his head around how your sentences flow, they just do. One moment you're rambling about some new movie poster you saw while crossing the street, the next you're on about how every man who listens to Mazzy Star is evil. Seriously, how is one able to hold themselves through a jumble so fluently?
You had decided to stop by his place after your day out, wanting to continue talking about whatever you and your friends had been gossiping about earlier. He happily listened, per usual. Any excuse to listen to your voice was enough for him, no matter the topic...
"Honestly, I feel horrible for her. Like, I understand what she did was weird, but it's obvious the poor girl is going through something..." you've probably gone through the same topic three times already, restating the whole story every time a new detail pops in your head. Jason hums in return, and it isn't until then do you spare him a glance. He'd been messing with the rear fender of his motorcycle, unable to spare you a glance.
Your voice dims, eventually reaching a silence.
It takes a few moments until Jason glances over, brows furrowed.
"What happened after? Did anyone report the incident?"
You looked back for a second before deciding to respond,
"sorry, didn't know you were fixing your bike. I don't wanna keep distracting you."
His furrow only deepened, if that were even possible. "Y're not."
"No need to comfort me" you simply shrug, "I've been trying to work on this habit"
Pft. As if your voluble behavior could ever be considered something negative. Hell, he would go through the Herculean tasks if it meant your voice was the reward.
"I would've told you if it bothered me."
"Huh, thats convincing" you teased.
He sighed, "Of course I care. The way you speak to me eases my restlessness. It's a reminder of your devotion."
You gawk at him, jaw slightly ajar.
"Wow, wasn't expecting such a poetic inference from Jason Todd."
His back is turned now, the tip of his ears pink, "just keep talking. You never finished your story"
You smile at his silly endeavors, relieved at his response, before continuing.
No matter the situation, your boyfriend would rather experience it with your voice occupying the area — regardless of how many times you've repeated the story.
Jason Todd... loves to evaluate books with you. The two of you even have a tiny book club where you choose a book to read and by the end of each month you both have a deep discussion about it.
Jason Todd... is extremely affectionate with you and slightly clingy. When he's tired at night and you're doing things, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and bury his head into your shoulder.
Jason Todd... always wants to get burgers with you because he is complete fatass.
Jason Todd... enjoys when you're bold and actually make the first move because it really shows that your love for him is real.
Jason Todd... finds it funny when you tease him about anything and pretends to pout whenever you make a really good remark.
Synopsis: Jason’s siblings are so smart they’re dumb. They’ve been trying to get the inside scoop on Jason and his relationship but fail every time.
A/n: I know this trope is overdone but I wanted to do my version of it, so HUSH. Feel free to read the fake case I created lol, Enjoy!
It was a rare day today. You had Jason all to yourself. No off-grid missions, no patrol, no spending his time cooped up in his warehouse investigating a gang. Just you, Jason, and a soft rainy day.
A thunderstorm was supposed to roll through soon, and you hadn't bought any supplies yet, so that prompted you and Jason to make a quick trip to the grocery store.
“M'kay, babe, you ready?” you asked, slinging your purse over your arm. “I wanna beat the storm.”
Jason emerged from the hallway, yanking a hoodie over his head. “Yes, boss. Gimme a second, geez.”
You rolled your eyes. He only called you that when you were getting on his nerves.
“Also, we're taking my car. It's way too much rain for your bike.”
• At the manor •
“Okay he’s on the move!” Dick clapped his hands together watching a red dot slowly cross the screen. He’s gathered his siblings for what the likes to call operation expose girlfriend. Everyone knows Jason has a girlfriend, it’s not a secret— well much of a secret. They haven't met you yet but, some still think you’re not real, but dick is determined to prove you’re real.
“Why are we doing this again? Didn’t your last operation fail?” Damian asked leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed. Dick waved off his little brother pointing back at the projection screen.
“Anyways…looks like he’s headed to the local grocery story if we beat him there we can catch him walking in. Steph your the employee handing out samples, Cass—“
“Never said I was helping, I’m here to watch you fail.” She chuckled as she leaned against a wall.
Dick rolled his eyes, “Fine” he said through gritted teeth “duke can you be parking lot watch out?”
Duke gave him a cartoonish salute, “yes sir!”
“Damian—“
“Nope.”
Dick grunted visibly fed up with his siblings, “Tim check—“
“Already on it.” Those words brought a smile to Dicks face.
“Perfect. Lets go!”
• Grocery store •
You walked down the grocery store aisle, leaning against the cart as you searched for those crunchy granola bars you loved so much.
“J, baby, can you get that box down for me, please?” He nodded.
A moment later, he placed the green box in the cart, and the two of you continued down the aisle.
“Hey, babe, m'gonna go look for some stuff on my list. I'll be back.”
“M'kay.”
He pressed a kiss to your temple before disappearing down the aisle. You hummed and continued on your way. Wandering into another aisle, you pulled your phone from your pocket to check the rest of your grocery list.
“Alright Pasta, Coffee creamer, and Apple Snaps?” You whispered the list to yourself making sure you weren’t forgetting everything. You silently questioned the Apple Snaps thought, that weird cereal Jason swore tasted exactly the same as the discontinued version from 2008.
You shrugged it off continuing down the aisle. You were so focused on the list that you didn’t notice someone turning the corner.
You hit a relatively hard surface.
“Oh!” A carton of pasta fell hitting the ground.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” a familiar male voice said. You looked up curious. A tall dark-haired man immediately crouched down to help gather the fallen boxes. Where have you seen him?
“No, no, that’s my fault,” you said you chuckled, “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
“Nah, definitely mine.” He flashed you a bright smile while stacking the boxes back into your arms.
You tilted your and blinked. He looked oddly familiar like… really familiar. You could’ve sworn you seen him before, but you just couldn’t put your finger on it.
“There we go.” He handed you the last box. “Again, sorry about that.”
You shook your head dismissing him “no, no It’s okay.”
He gave you another sweet smile, “Have a good day.”
“You too!” The man waved and disappeared down the aisle. Weird...You shrugged it off and continued shopping.
Meanwhile…
A few aisles over Jason stood frozen in place. His eye began twitching, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Because standing behind a display of canned beans was Dick Grayson.
Not even trying to hide. Just standing there in cartoonishly big sunglasses indoors. All while holding a newspaper upside down. What an idiot Jason thought, for a man who can solve the most unsolvable crimes within days he’s standing there looking like a goofball.
Jason slowly lowered the box of cereal in his hands.
“Dick.” Dick immediately turned away letting the newspaper fall.
Jason stared… Dick stared back.
“…”
“…”
Then Dick made a ‘smart’ choice and sprinted.
“What the hell—” Jason abandoned the cart and chased after his simple minded brother.
“DICK!” Unfortunately, the second he rounded the corner, Dick was gone, where? He didn’t know. Instead, he found Steph wearing a grocery store apron. A grocery store apron from a completely different grocery chain…
Jason sighed rolling his eyes, it was slowly starting to click why they were here. She was holding a tray of cheese cubes. “Would you like to try a sample, sir?” she asked in a terrible fake accent.
Jason pointed. “You. What are you doing here?”
She shrugged “I don’t know what you mean sir, I work here.”
Jason huffed running his hands down his face “Steph stop playing games, I can see the ear com in your ear”
It was a beat of silence.
“Oh.” Then she threw the tray at him and ran in the same direction Dick disappeared.
“What is WRONG with all of you?” He screamed earning a few glances from shoppers passing by. Across the store, Dick was panting as he ducked behind a display.
“Target spotted me.” He spoke into his comms looking around for said target.
“Obviously,” Tim’s voice crackled through the comms. “You’re the worst spy in human history.”
Dick scrunched his face offended by his brothers jab “I’m not the one sitting in the security room eating popcorn.”
“I’m multitasking.”
“Doubtful.” He scoffed.
While all of this chaos was going down in a local grocery store, Duke stood outside in the parking lot pretending to wash a perfectly clean car. Cass was documenting everything for future blackmail. Damian sat on a bench near the entrance reading a book…actually reading. Because unlike everyone else, he’d openly admitted this mission was stupid.
Jason knew if he found one he’d find them all, he wondered around following clues and found Tim hiding inside a break room with his laptop.
“Tim.” Jason called clearly unamused.
Tim looked up from his laptop with a guilty grin “…Hey bud.”
“Leave.”
Tim pretended to give his demand some thought, “how ‘bout no.”
“I said leave you moron.”
He stood up closing his laptop and approached the taller boy “You can’t prove I’m here because of you.”
Jason’s cold stone expression didn’t waver “You are wearing a headset.”
Tim slowly removed the headset flashing Jason an embarrassed grin. “Im just gonna…go” he pushed his way around Jason who refused to move out of the door way.
Jason watched him retreat down the aisle the rest of his siblings disappeared to. He shook his head pinching the bridge of his nose. “What fuckin’ idiots man.”
By the time you reunited with him twenty minutes later, you were done shopping. He returned to you looking exhausted. You glanced at the overflowing cart then up at him.
You were concerned but nervous to ask “Everything okay?”
“No.”
You glances around awkwardly not sure what to say “…Should I ask?”
“please don't.”
You shrugged not pushing the matter any further “fine with me.”
You continued down to the register in silence wondering how a grocery store visit could wear someone down so quickly.
Jason sighed giving in. “They’re here.”
You blinked confused by what he meant, “who’s they? Are you in trouble Jason? Should we leave?” you began to slightly panic. You knew he partook in some...not so legal activities, but a grocery store out of all things?!
He shook his head waving his hands “NO. no no, it’s nothing bad— well nothing life threatening at least. It’s just…my siblings are here. They followed us”
“Oh.” A beat passed, then it clicked. “Ohhhh.”
“Yeah.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, Jason groaned annoyed you found this amusing.
“Please don’t encourage them.”
You shook your head “I’m trying not to I swear.” You tried to stifle your laugh but failed. Jason couldn’t help himself but join you. His siblings knows how to make his blood boil but seeing you smile will always gets him to smile, no matter what.
•••
Rain hammered against the windshield during the drive home. The storm was arriving in full force. Streetlights reflected off wet pavement while Jason drove one-handed, the other holding your hand.
By the time you made it inside your shared apartment, both of you were damp despite your best efforts.
You carried in two grocery bags while Jason hauled the rest. The kitchen quickly filled with food items scattered across the counters as you did your best to put everything away neatly.
As you put the groceries away you thought about what Jason said at the store.
“babe?”
“Hm?”
You held up a box of pasta as the memory replayed, “I think I bumped into your brother today.”
Jason paused nervous what you’ll say next. “Which one?”
“The really attractive one.”
Jason narrowed his eyes causing you to chuckle.
“kidding geez. The dark-haired one, tan skin, little shorter than you, nice teeth.”
He rolled his eyes “Dick.”
You snapped your fingers as it clicked “Yeah him! we bumped into each other and he helped me.”
“He was actually really nice.” You finished as you put the box of pasta away.
Jason snorted. “He probably didn’t realize who you were.”
“Wait, really?” You always thought everyone knew what you looked like they just haven’t officially met you yet.
“Really.” He confirmed.
That made you laugh harder. “So I accidentally met your brother?” You shook your head amused by this whole thing.
Jason leaned against the counter. “You’re not bothered by all this?”
You paused holding a box of cereal in your hands, you thought for second. They did stalk you today, but they were harmless and their attempt failed.
“Nah, they seem funny.” You just shrugged resuming organizing the groceries
Jason stared at you for a moment, a genuine smile tugged at his lips. Watching you move around the kitchen. He had found someone who isn’t put off by his weird, chaotic family. Then his expression softened.
“Hey doll?”
“Hm?”
He hesitated like he was in deep thought which immediately got your attention.
Jason was never one to hesitate, he was your brain when you two were together. You ask him something he’d immediately answer, don’t know where to eat? He does. Don't know what to watch? he'll choose. Just wanna turn your brain on airplane mode after a long day? he'll hold your hand and guide you wherever he goes.
He never hesitated unless something mattered.
“You ready to meet them?”
You blinked taken aback by his question. “The family?”
“Yeah.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. A nervous tick of his you picked up on.
“You’ve met Alfred. You’ve met Bruce...ya'ready for the rest?” He let out a nervous chuckle. “the others…” he continued. “That’s different.”
You understood what he meant. Meeting the siblings meant something, the love he has for his family runs deep. No matter how much he tries to play it down, you meeting them meant something. He damn near almost shit himself when he introduced you to Bruce.
You stepped closer and reached for his hand, his fingers immediately intertwined with yours.
You smiled looking up at him. You knew the reason he hasn’t introduced you to them yet. They can be overwhelming, even if it’s out of love they do not know what personal space is.
He just wanted to enjoy the quiet with you a little longer and you didn’t mind that. Especially after today.
“I’m ready when you are my love.”
For a moment, the rain was the only sound in the apartment, its rough pitter-patter mimicking the rhythm of his heartbeat. Then Jason squeezed your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
"God, you are gonna kill me one day."
You giggled. "Down that bad?"
"Worse."
You grinned, satisfied with his answer. "Good."
"You say that now, 'til I'm outside your window with a boombox after an argument."
The laugh you shared felt endless, filling the apartment with warmth. When it finally faded, soft thunder rolled outside, and Jason pulled you against his chest. Wrapping you in his big warm arms.
"I absolutely love you. So much that sometimes I think it's dangerous."
You wrapped your arms around his torso, burying yourself impossibly deeper into him.
"I love you too, Jason. So, so much. Nothing could change that."
For a while neither of you said anything else.
There was no rush. No expectations waiting on the other side of the conversation. Just the steady rain against the windows, Jason's heartbeat beneath your ear, and the quiet certainty that you'd still be here whenever he was ready.
Together in your own little world, exactly where you wanted to be.
jason todd would fight someone for you if they said the wrong thing. he doesn't play about you and never will. he knows how men think, how disgusting they can be at times so he's always cautious when he's with you. if another man ever dares to say anything even remotely dirty or catcall you, then it would be his last day on earth. that's why you love him so much, because he's the type to protect you when you're wearing something skimpy rather than force you to dress differently.
all jason says is, “we’re stopping by the manor,” like it’s an afterthought, like it’s not the kind of place people prepare for. he doesn’t look at you when he says it, eyes fixed on the road, one hand tight on the wheel.
you turn your head slowly. “your family’s going to be there, aren’t they?”
a pause. then a shrug. “probably.”
“that’s not reassuring.”
“they’ll behave.”
it’s said flatly, but there’s something underneath it, something almost tense. like he’s already bracing for something that hasn’t happened yet.
you study him for a second longer than you mean to. jason todd isn’t nervous. he doesn’t get unsure.
but his grip on the steering wheel is just a little too tight.
“…okay,” you say gently, letting it go. for now.
wayne manor is a bit overwhelming.
high ceilings, long hallways, polished floors that echo just slightly under your steps. it feels like history lives here. like everything you do might leave a mark.
jason walks ahead of you, familiar but distant at the same time, like he knows every inch of this place but doesn’t fully belong to it anymore.
you’re still taking it in when a voice cuts through the silence.
“master jason.”
you turn to see alfred approaching, composed as ever, though his eyes soften the moment they land on you.
“and you must be the young lady we’ve heard so little about.”
jason exhales sharply, already halfway to annoyed. “alfred—”
“it’s nice to meet you,” you say quickly, offering a polite smile.
alfred’s expression warms almost immediately. “the pleasure is mine. anyone master jason brings here is someone of significance.”
jason looks away at that, jaw tightening just slightly, like he doesn’t know what to do with the implication.
alfred notices. he always notices. but he doesn’t push.
“shall i inform the others?” he asks mildly.
jason mutters something under his breath that sounds like regret.
it starts with dick, who appears like he’s been waiting for this exact moment.
“so,” he says easily, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed with a grin that’s just a little too knowing, “this is the mystery girl.”
jason doesn’t even look at him. “don’t.”
“i’m just saying,” dick continues, stepping further into the room, his attention shifting fully to you, “we’ve been curious. he’s been very…secretive.”
“because you’re all annoying,” jason cuts in.
“wow,” dick says, clearly amused. “and here i thought this was a special occasion.”
before jason can fire back, another voice cuts in.
“you’re standing weird.”
you blink, turning to see damian, who’s already watching you with sharp, assessing eyes, arms crossed like he’s conducting an evaluation.
jason drags a hand down his face. “you are not helping.”
“i am making an observation,” damian replies. then, to you, “you are his partner?”
“i am,” you answer calmly.
he studies you for a moment, head tilting slightly. “…you are not what i expected.”
you can’t help it, you smile a little. “i get that a lot.”
something in your tone seems to satisfy him, because after a second, he gives a short nod and steps back.
tim is quieter.
you almost don’t notice him at first, sitting slightly off to the side, watching everything unfold with a level of focus that feels almost clinical.
when your eyes meet his, he gives a small nod. “hey.”
“hi.”
he studies you for another second, then glances at jason, then back at you, like he’s connecting something.
“…cool,” he says finally.
jason squints at him. “that’s it?”
tim shrugs. “i don’t see a problem.”
“wow,” jason mutters. “high praise.”
steph is not quiet.
“oh my god,” she says the second she walks in, shoving tim aside, eyes lighting up. “this is her, isn’t it?”
“steph,” jason warns.
she ignores him completely, walking right up to you with a grin. “hi. i like you already.”
“based on what?” jason asks flatly.
“you look like you could handle him,” she shoots back.
“that’s fair,” you say before you can stop yourself.
jason turns his head slowly toward you. “…really?”
steph laughs, delighted.
cass appears beside steph so quietly it almost startles you.
she doesn’t say anything at first, just looks at you, in a way that feels deeper than the others. then she smiles.
“good,” she says simply.
you’re not entirely sure what she means, but something about it settles in your chest anyway.
duke is the easiest to talk to.
he leans casually against the wall, offering you a relaxed smile. “hey. don’t worry, it’s not always this intense.”
“yes, it is,” tim says from behind him.
duke pauses. “…okay, yeah, that’s fair.”
you laugh quietly, tension easing just a little.
bruce is the last to arrive.
you feel it before you see him, the subtle shift in the room, how the conversation quiets just slightly.
when he steps in, his presence is steady, grounded. his gaze goes to jason first, something unspoken passing between them, before it moves to you.
“it’s good to meet you,” he says.
his voice isn’t cold. just measured.
“you too,” you reply, hoping you sound steadier than you feel.
he studies you, not in the same way as the others. there’s less curiosity in it. more… consideration. like he’s trying to understand what you mean to jason.
after a moment, he nods.
it’s small, but it feels like something.
somewhere between all of that, things settle.
conversation flows more easily. steph pulls you into a story that spirals into something ridiculous involving dick. duke backs her up. tim corrects details. damian argues about accuracy. jason complains the entire time.
at one point, dick dramatically reenacts something and nearly knocks over a decorative vase.
jason catches it without even looking.
“…i hate all of you,” he mutters.
“you love us,” steph shoots back.
“that’s debatable.”
---
when it’s time to leave, it feels… easier than you expected.
jason walks you out, quieter now, hands in his pockets like he’s still thinking about something.
“…they liked you,” he says after a minute.
you glance at him. “yeah?”
“yeah.” a pause. then, more quietly, “you didn’t have to do that back there.”
“i wanted to.”
he looks at you then, properly this time, like he’s trying to understand something he’s not used to.
“…they didn’t make you uncomfortable, did they?”
you shake your head gently. “no. it’s just… loud.”
he huffs a quiet laugh. “yeah. that sounds right.”
you smile a little. “i think i like them.”
he doesn’t respond right away.
but when you start walking again, his hand brushes against yours, and he lets his fingers lace with yours.
