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'i love you :)' part 2

summary: reader and Jason were dating before his death, during that time each of you wrote love letters to each other, a few weeks before he died he wrote: 'i love you :)' on one of them. when you turn 18, getting this tattooed is the first thing you do

warnings: slight angst, mention of death, crying, happy ending?

word count: 2325

note: read part one here!! this is a continuation to a story I was writing about this post. sorry for the long wait, this is going to sound crazy but I was in a car accident (IM OKAY THOUGH DONT WORRY) and I've been so stressed with dealing with everything so I have not had a lot of time to write. I hope you guys enjoy where I decided to take this story, I wasn't planning on a part 2 but you guys asked so I deliver!! also for my wally series, I don't know when part 5 will be out, I'm not really sure where I want to take that story so it might be a long time before another part comes out... soooo in the meantime please send me request on what you all want to see!!! my inbox should be open and I really want to write more so send away!!! sorry if the ending seems sort of rushed, I didn't know exactly how I wanted it to end. hope you all enjoy this!

He hears you sliding down the door, he hears the silent sobs that you let out but he knows there’s nothing he can do about it. He stands there, leaning his own head against your door before he finally walks away, wiping his eyes before the tears can fall down. His ride home is quiet, the rest of his night is quiet, and his next morning is quiet. The only thing on his mind is you, how can he get you to believe him? How can he get you to trust him? 

How can he get you back into his life? 

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You don’t know how long you stayed on your floor, curled up into a ball as you cry. Maybe an hour? two? When the tears finally dry up you decide to grab your pint of ice cream and watch a documentary about giraffes on your couch before you eventually fall asleep. 

You wake up confused, seeing the ‘Are you still watching’ on your TV and a melted puddle of ice cream on your coffee table. Your night trickles back into your mind, the man you looked too much like Jason for your liking. You felt bad, maybe he was trying to tell you something, maybe your mail got delivered to the wrong address, maybe he hit your car, maybe you left your wallet somewhere, maybe he just moved in and was trying to make friends. Maybe it was a cruel joke, somehow knowing you when you were 15 and wanted to play with your feelings. If that’s what this man wanted he was successful. 

Know your mind is still in the same state as it was those first few months after the news reached you. You did nothing but eat, cry, and sleep. Maybe I should reach out to Bruce, you thought. If this man was messing with you he might be messing with Bruce and Dick too. They used to reach out to you a lot, now it's been over a year since you last heard from either of them. You understand that, you were just Bruce’s son’s highschool girlfriend, you’re not that important to the family, but god was Jason important to you. 

You don’t think you’ve lasted a day without thinking about him, you visit his grave whenever the flowers from your previous visit are on their last leg. You tell him about your life, telling him about college and the new books you’ve been reading. 

You decide to make a visit today. Taking a shower to wash off the salty tears and then changing into comfy clothes, you head out to the flower shop that you always go to. You buy a bouquet of wild flowers. The first time you visited his grave you didn’t have the money for a whole bouquet so you went to a nearby park and picked your own. Now that you can actually buy some, you still want them to look like they used to. 

You like to walk to the cemetery, it gives you more time to think and sometimes you cry so much on your walk back that you know you wouldn’t be able to drive. You have the location of his grave memorized, knowing the exact row and number the headstone is. You walk slowly, careful not to step on top of anyone’s grave. As you get closer you notice a big figure kneeling on top of the exact grave that you’re walking towards. The figure is wearing all black and has a hood up. A pit forms in your stomach, you’ve never seen anyone else visiting his grave before, not even his family. And it’s especially weird that anyone else would pay him a visit after five years. 

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Jason wasn’t planning on visiting his grave today, he hasn’t in over a year, but seeing you yesterday made him mourn the person he was five years ago. He tried to look discreet, worried someone might recognize him, and his intuition must be right. He noticed you well before you probably noticed him. He saw you walking towards the cemetery with a big bouquet in hand. He noticed the flowers next to his headstone that were probably a few days away from dying. He should be grateful but if anything he just feels more guilt, guilt for making you still mourn him even after all these years, guilt that he is still causing you pain. 

He hears your footsteps falter and then stop. He knows you're probably taking in his figure, trying to figure out who could be kneeling over his grave five years after his death. 

“Excuse me,” he hears you say, voice quiet, nervous, “were you a friend of Jason’s?”

Thoughts circle his mind. Should he look at you, show you his face, let you know that he’s here, that he wants to be your person again. 

“Hello?” you ask again, stepping closer, probably trying to get a look at his face. 

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You watch the figure stand up, you take a few steps back as you watch the person rise to over six feet. He turns to you. It’s him again. You take in a breath, mustering up as much courage as you can, “I don’t know who you are but stop bothering me. Whatever cruel joke this is, you need to stop it.” You watch his face tense up in an all too familiar way before he takes a step closer to you, looking at your face in an almost too intense way. 

He whispers your name, hand reaching out to do who knows what before he catches himself, retracting his hand. “It’s not a joke. I just… I don’t know how to explain, just please…” Though he has a gravely voice it sounds weak and hurt. You watch as his eyes break more when you take another wary step back. 

A million questions come to your mind, “How do you know my name? Why do you look so much like him? What do you want? If you’re trying to mess with me just stop, it’s not cool to play with people’s feelings like that. You have no idea what you could be doing to people.” You feel your voice cracking near the end, you look away, embarrassed and quickly wipe your eyes, not wanting this man to see you cry because he thinks joking with people’s feelings is funny. 

“It’s… it’s me, Jason? I… I really don't know how to explain anything to you right now, I just need you to trust me. Please. I’ll… talk to Bruce, or Dick, they can tell you.”

You look at him with disbelief. You try to think back to everyone at your school, you weren’t necessarily bullied but a few kids did pick on you here and there, this man could be one of them. As much as you want to believe this is Jason you know it’s not possible, he’s dead, dead people don’t just come back to life. 

“Really? What’s something only he would know?”

You watch as the faintest glimpse of possibly hope flashes in his eyes before you see the familiar face that Jason always made when he would think hard about something. 

“That tattoo. It’s my handwriting. Still is. I can show you. We passed notes all the time because we were in a library. Our first date was getting ice cream. You were reading a book about dragons when I first talked to you,” his voice came out in a whisper and unfortunately all the things he said about you were true, which just confused you more. Did he fake his death? Did he want to get away from you? What the hell happened? But no, it’s not him, you were at the funeral, watched Bruce and Dick both break down in front of you, even when they tried to hide it. 

“I want to believe you. But Jason’s been dead for five years and I haven’t heard from him. Why are you saying you’re him after this long?” 

“I… I just… I can’t explain it to you right now. I need you to believe me. If you… If we go to the manor together, I can show you, Bruce can explain…” You look at him, you see the hurt in his eyes, hear the desperate plea in his voice. 

“Why would I follow you? You could be trying to hurt me?”

“What about just go there tonight? I’ll be there, that way you don’t have to go with me. If that makes you more comfortable. I hope I can see you there,” that was the last thing he said before he rushed out of the cemetery. You watch as he retreats, you’re not sure if you can move right now. You think your body is in shock, trying to process what happened. This man that looks exactly like Jason, or maybe is Jason, just explained nearly your entire relationship with him. How could anyone else know that? It’s not like you haven't seen unusual anomalies before, this is Gotham, and you’ve spent time in Metropolis, it’s entirely possible it’s just an entity pretending to be Jason. But you could still give it a try, call Bruce, maybe he’ll invite you to dinner and explain to you how crazy you are. At least it’ll give you some closure. 

You place the flowers next to his headstone before you kneel next to his grave and let out all of your thoughts to him. 

When you return to your small apartment you pull out your phone and stare at the contact for Bruce Wayne for about a minute before you can muster up the courage to hit call. It rings four times before you hear a “Hello? Is something wrong?”

You know Bruce always cuts straight to the point, not liking to dance around with small talk. “Bruce. I… I had a question.” The line stays silent, Bruce obviously waiting for you to finish, “Some man, I’ve seen him twice, he looks like Jason. He’s been… I don’t know… bothering me? I was just wondering if you’ve also seen him?” you hear your voice crack again, for the second time today. You hear Bruce stay quiet on the line before you hear him say your name. Softly almost? 

“Yes. But not like that. I need you to come to the manor tonight. We’ll explain everything, I will send Alfred to go pick you up.” He hangs up, before you can give an answer. Thoughts cloud your mind. He’s been bothering them too? 

At exactly 6:30 that night you hear the buzzer in your apartment. You don’t answer it, figuring it’s probably Alfred, and walk downstairs to the front of your building. 

“Hello Miss, it is good to see you again.” You smile at him, give him a ‘thank you’ when he opens the door for you. The ride is quiet, Alfred sensing that you probably don’t want to talk to him. You pull up to the manor. It still has that haunted look that you always hated whenever you came here with Jason. When you walk inside you see both Bruce and Dick around the dining table, probably waiting for you. 

“Please, sit. I need you to listen to everything that we say before you react,” you hear Bruce. This doesn’t ease your nerves. Reluctantly you sit down and listen, and barely hold back your reactions to everything they say. It doesn’t feel real to you. Jason died, somehow crawled out of his grave, was put into a pit? you couldn’t remember the name, and then lived in the Himalayas for years before coming back to Gotham. 

You wanted to laugh in their faces, they were even crazier than you were. But you stopped yourself when you noticed the serious looks on their faces and then see Jason? walk into the room. So it is Jason? 

“You’re serious?” You look at Jason and then to Bruce and Dick. 

Jason answers before Bruce or Dick can, “Yes, it’s me, I… I really… I struggled with finding a way to tell you. I hope you can… take the time to get to know me again?”

You look at him, take in his face. He looks nearly the exact same as he did when he was 15, though he definitely grew into his face since then. “I don’t know what to say.”

“That’s okay… we can take our time. Whatever you need. I just know that when I was with you, that was the happiest I’ve ever been.”

“Me too,” you say this as tears break out of your eyes, you think back to all of those moments with him, the silly dates and notes. You remember the months of mourning before it turned into acceptance. You remember the exact day that you decided to book that tattoo appointment. You want to give it another chance. 

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It’s been a year since Jason came back into your life and you can confidently say it’s been the best year of your life. It was hard at first, you were learning each other all over again but the relationship grew. You still give notes to each other, he leaves you one when you go to class, when you get home, and you leave him some throughout your apartment for him to find when you’re gone. 

It’s perfect, not yet, you’re still stumbling around each other, trying to relearn everything, things have changed since you were fifteen. Your favorite foods aren’t the same, he learned that the hard way when he tried to cook for you the first time. But it’s working, it’s growing. 

This morning you wake up to an empty apartment, he probably left to go get breakfast or to go on a run. You walk out to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee when you see a new light blue post-it note on your fridge that says:

‘i love you :)’

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[quixoticacerleaf]

Way Back to Now pt. 2

Summary: After learning some news about Jason, you decide to take a visit to your old home down in

Word Count: 3790

Warnings: This is my first time posting a fanfic, so beware my naivete when it comes to anything outside writing. I'm trying my best (´-ε-｀)

But other than that, please enjoy ＼(T▽T)／!!!

Part 1

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cCranberryjelly: Jason Todd’s alive!!!

Your eyes scan the message again, and you feel... Unimpressed. You could almost say you feel bummed out. This wouldn’t be the first time that rumors revolving around Jason’s death being a hoax, publicity stunt, what have you, had sprung up and circulated Gotham forums and its other various communities like wildfire. You couldn’t exactly blame everyone for believing such things. At first, you yourself didn’t wanna believe that the loud, headstrong boy from your youth had been taken away so tragically at such a young age. But that had been years ago. The people were given plenty of time to cope and move on. They had no right to stay so attached after so long; you couldn’t even imagine how it must have felt for Jason’s close family and friends to see rumors of his death being a fake. The words leave a feeling of astringency in the pit of your stomach, and you move to ban the chatter, just for another message saying the same thing to pop up. Then that one is followed by another, and then another, and another, and another.

Soon, your entire chat is a wall of “Jason Todd is alive,” and you can’t help the sour expression that flashes across your face.

“What on earth are you guys talking about?”

You half-mumbled the sentence, already preoccupied, trying to find whatever grainy clip had gone viral this week that led to such a large surge in “JasonsAlive truthers.”

Your fingers glide across your keyboard as your eyes stare almost bored at your screen. You press enter and place your hand over the mouse to start scrolling through the first couple of videos, expecting to see only those crappy conspiracy theorists with the TikTok green screen effect. But what you find instead blindsides you, and you feel your breath catch in your throat.

The thumbnail is a photo of Gotham's one and only Bruce Wayne in a tailored suit, standing right next to a man. He was just a bit shorter than Wayne and had a muscular body. There was a white streak in the bangs of the man's black hair that had likely been combed back neatly just moments ago, but now lay a little messy, as if a hand had been brushing through it.

Was he supposed to be Jason Todd? You could almost laugh. You almost did. Because how does the stick of a boy that you used to know become the man that you’re seeing now? 

You mindlessly click on the video and quickly pop in an earpiece.

At first, there’s nothing but reporters talking over one another. Nothing could be made out. Eventually, with what looked like reluctance, the man beside Wayne pointed to a reporter in the front row, prompting everyone else to quickly close their mouths as she stood up and spoke aloud.

“Mr Todd, how exactly are you back after 9 years presumed dead?”

The man nodded silently, clearly processing the reporter's question and deciding on the best way to respond. A beat passed before he leaned closer to the mic.

“It’s a bit complicated to explain.”

He spoke a little slow, and in a deeper voice than you had expected, making you imperceptibly flinch. But the accent and cadence in his voice you recognized, even after all these years, as undeniably Jason’s.

“But in short, I was kidnapped, and a fake body was presented to Bruce. The goal was to use me later as leverage to get money and control over Gotham.”

He hesitated again before continuing.

“Clearly that didn’t work.”

He flashed a quick smirk that had its own awkward sort of charm to it before straightening up. The moment he did, the voices of hundreds around him rose in a roar. You couldn’t help but feel a small spark of amusement at how constipated he looked. He certainly didn’t want to be there.

“How do we know you’re really Jason Todd?”

The question raises your interest. You hadn’t expected anyone to actually address the elephant that was stomping around the room like a maniac. This man could talk like Jason all he wanted, dress like how he would, eat his favorite foods, but it didn’t matter. He himself could just be an imposter. You couldn’t imagine that Wayne would purposely do such a thing with a sound mind. Still, you doubted, and you sat eagerly waiting for any piece of proof that the man could bring forward.

This time, instead of the man, Wayne had leaned forward to answer the question.

“I can assure you, he is my son. I would never have presented him if I wasn’t sure beyond a shadow of a doubt of his identity. We have had blood tests done and compared a multitude of other medical records. They all show as 100 percent matches.”

The video reaches the end and starts to replay itself. Your chest feels a little tight, and your eyes mist over a bit as you stare at this “new” Jason Todd on camera. Your mind swims at the possibility that it’s genuinely him, and you sit still for a minute before remembering that you were still live on stream.

Clearing your throat, you talk to your chat in an albeit forced, casual, cheeky voice. Your posture straightens as you lean back into your seat, rolling your shoulders with a shrug.

“I don’t know chat. That’s um… Wow.”

The loss of words is unexpected. You knew what you were going to say. The point is to leave your opinion ambiguous. It’s the safest option for your persona. But you can’t honestly find it in your heart to even do that. How could you? You’d resigned yourself to the reality that your old friend had died. You remember how hard you cried the night you found out. The three years he’d been away had done nothing to wane your affections for him.

But now, you’re just supposed to accept that he’s back and had in fact never been dead? No thanks.

“I don’t believe it. And that’s all we’ll be saying on the topic.”

Your expression fell flat as you spoke, and your voice was almost stern. You wouldn’t be entertaining this mess. You’re sure it would come to light soon that this too was just a hoax, and that the man Bruce Wayne had welcomed back into his home was simply manipulating the strings of grief tied to his heart. You felt pity for the billionaire if you were being honest. But you wouldn’t let yourself be one of the people let down when the news eventually broke.

Your chat didn’t take to the topic change as smoothly as you would have liked. A lot of the people who showed up initially had left, seeing as you weren’t giving them the content that they wanted. And people who would join midway through would bring up the unknowingly sore topic. Still, for the most part your stream was okay. But any regular viewers could see that your energy had been off. This was further reinforced by the length of your stream. You ended it pretty early at about the hour-and-a-half mark.

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Once you’re sure that the stream has ended and you are no longer vulnerable to prying eyes, you allow yourself to shrink. Your eyes almost immediately burn with unshed tears, and you rub your eyes with frustration. 

This was stupid. 

You felt stupid. 

And, maybe you were.

Jason had left his abandoned home in Crime Alley at the age of 12. You were 11 at the time, and now you’re 23, turning 24. A whole 12 years had passed since then; you’d think that any new news that came to the forefront of the media's attention would slip off you like water on a duck's back. Any normal person would have gotten over such a tiny childhood crush by now. Yet here you were, on the verge of tears in your room because the boy you liked when you were a kid may or may not be alive. 

What a joke.

You eventually stood up from your chair, beyond exasperated with yourself and your illogical emotions. You wanted to get out of your room. Needed to, actually. But where would you go? Anywhere you went, you would normally have people you were acquainted with who’d almost certainly heard about the news themselves, and you did not have the energy to put up with that. Just the idea of talking to people left a preemptive fatigue in your body.

Pacing around your room, an old picture catches your attention.

It was a photo of you as a child with your parents at your old house in Park Row, celebrating your 6th birthday.

You walk over to the photo, a small smile on your face as you lift the frame. Despite everything, they did their best to make you as happy as they could. The loneliness you felt while they were away at work in the afternoons and evenings was never permanent. By the end of the night, you were snug between them on the old queen-sized mattress, warm, safe, and loved.

Well, you had said that you wanted to stop by again and see how everything was there. The walk would be a good way to clear your head, too. 

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The walk to your old home was nice. The weather in Gotham, although gloomy, rarely has bad walking weather. Even when the clouds do give in on themselves, and rain comes pouring down, you can’t say that you would be all that deterred. That’s one of Gotham’s pros, you suppose. You make a mental note to bring it up during your next social media appearance, whenever that’d be. The burst of notifications telling you users had tagged you in videos or other various posts was enough to get you to steer clear of the internet for the next few days…

Maybe weeks. You hadn’t decided yet.

Your train of thought halted as you realized that you had made it to the outskirts of your destination.

It looked exactly as you remembered it. You didn't expect there to be any drastic change by any means. But it was almost shocking how stagnant at least this little area of the district had remained, even after all these years. There were still kids hanging out on the porch steps of different buildings. The same shops and businesses were still open. Hell, even Ma Gunn’s old “school” building was still up. The letter on the front of the building being only a smidge more faded than you last remembered.

Well, okay, maybe that observation wasn’t exactly true. Park Row did feel a bit different. You didn’t know how to explain it, but there was definitely some invisible change that had occurred.

You didn’t focus on that fact for long, though, as you passed by a small restaurant that you and your friends used to sit in all the time.

Di N’ Dee’s

It was a mom-and-pop diner that you’d swear to your last breath had the most delicious pancakes you’d ever had in your life. After you had them that first time, you didn’t stop craving them for years. It was like they’d baked crack into the fluffy circles of delight. Well, that was actually a very real possibility. But what did you care? Pancakes sounded great right now, crack or no crack.

The door opened with a sad-sounding bell to announce the activity, and all eyes for the briefest second turned to you. You felt a bit self-conscious, suddenly all too aware of your appearance that you hadn’t bothered to actually check before leaving the house, and gave a silent prayer that you didn’t look too crazy.

“Y/N?”

Your eyes flick over to behind the counter, where you find the source of the dulcet voice standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

“DeeDee!”

A wide smile grew on your face as you almost immediately recognized one of the founding owners of the diner. DeeDee was a sweet old woman who’d often feed you and your friends in exchange for some manual labor around the diner, much to her best friend's chagrin. Di, or Didine, as all the kids in the neighborhood called her for whatever reason, was the other owner of the diner. She wasn’t mean exactly; she was kind in her own right. But she definitely wasn’t as welcoming as DeeDee ever was, and wasn’t fond of giving “free handouts” to you and your friends. Often shooing y’all out very abruptly, yelling about curfews and homework.

You hardly manage to get to the counter before DeeDee makes her way from behind it and crushes you in a tight hug. Her strength was something else, even at her age. It was honestly impressive, if not mildly concerning.

Ignoring the popping in your back, you lift your arms to return the hug, with merely a fraction of the power DeeDee used, but the fond affection behind it was still there with just as much power.

After a moment more, the two of you release each other and back away. Dee looks to be on the verge of tears and takes off her glasses to wipe at her eye. The sight makes something in your chest tighten just a smidge.

“DeeDee, how’ve you been?”

“Oh, you know. Same ol same ol.”

“You still running the diner off of Unpaid labor?”

You looked around with an amused eyebrow quirked up. The sight of a group of children no older than 10 or 11 catches your eye, and you get the answer to your question. There’d be no other explanation for a group of 5 kids to be sitting half asleep at a table with untouched slices of DeeDee’s apple pie in front of them, if not for the slices being earned through grueling manual labor.

“Oh, stop. They’re not unpaid.”

DeeDee lightly slaps your arm in jest as she turns around to walk back behind the counter. You hum in half-hearted agreement as you make your way to the bar stool closest to the cash register.

“Okay, maybe not unpaid. But definitely swindled.”

DeeDee doesn’t even attempt to deny the accusation this time around, and instead innocently shrugs her shoulders with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

“The little lads need something productive to do anyway. But enough about me. Go on and tell me your order, and feel free to add what you’ve been up to the last few years while you’re at it.”

You nod your head and look up at the menu despite already knowing what you were going to get.

“Could I get two pancakes with some sausage? Go ahead and throw in one of your hash browns, too. Oh! And a nice fat slice of your peach cobbler.”

Was it already 5:40 in the afternoon? Yes. It was. Did you care though? Absolutely not. Besides, you were an adult, with adult money to spend on whatever adult things you wanted. And who was going to stop you?

“Breakfast for dinner I see?”

You shrug your shoulders, finding no shame in your order.

“I haven’t been here in ages Dee. And your pancakes are my favorite.”

The little old lady in front of you chuckles and pats your hand as she walks away to give your order to the kitchen staff, before returning to her spot in front of you. She gave you an expectant look as she stood before you, and you didn’t resist the breaking of the dam as you retold to her all of the events of your life that had occurred over the last 12 years.

From moving from your little shabby house in Crime Alley, to your almost first kiss, to the budding journey of your social media career. You only took a few small breaks in your story to receive your food, slowly munching on it whenever she offered remarks, or when she had to tend to another customer.

By the time 8:20 had rolled around, you had told Dee damn near everything. Well. Almost everything. You hadn’t mentioned any of the things with Jason that had happened in the last two weeks. It felt embarrassing. And you figured it’d only put a damper on the mood. DeeDee loved everyone around her, especially the children of Park Row. She was like the community grandma. She knew all the little secrets about everyone and anyone. And while she hadn’t been particularly close to Jason, you knew she was more than likely reduced to sobs upon hearing the news of the boy’s death.

Still, even after 12 years apart, Dee could still read you like a kiddie's picture book.

“Is there anything else?”

She had a patient smile as she gently pushed for you to continue. The sound of soft scraping dragged your eyes away from hers as you saw her push a bowl of chocolate chips towards you. You smiled at the gesture. She used to do it to you all the time when you were 10 and struggling with the weight of some huge secret that had felt so big to you then.

“Maybe…”

You brought the bowl closer to you as you popped a chip in your mouth.

“It’s about Jason, I-”

You glanced up briefly at Dee’s face to watch her reaction.

“I don’t want to sour the mood or anything though…”

Dee’s face softened a bit more around the edges. There was a sadness in her black eyes that hadn't been there before. But her smile remained all the same, and she nodded, urging you to carry on. And you obliged with your gaze dropping again.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard, but, apparently, he’s… Not?”

Your brows furrowed at your words. It sounded wrong coming from your tongue. Like a lie. Bitter in taste and heavy in weight.

“The story is that he was kidnapped, and a fake body was produced to Wayne and his family. So what they buried wasn’t actually Jason, but a fake.”

Your fingers pinched around another chocolate chip to pop into your mouth, but the idea suddenly made everything in your stomach churn. Instead, you sat looking dumbly at the bowl, feeling as if it was what had caused your dampened mood and had done you a personal disservice.

“Well. That’s nice, ain’t it?”

Your eyes snapped back up to Dee’s face, and you could already see the tears threatening to roll down her face. Normally, you would have instinctively reached out to grab her hand in an act of comfort. But instead, you found that your head had tipped to the side in an involuntary motion of confusion.

“Nice?”

Dee nodded

“Yes. Nice. The poor boy. He’s certainly missed his family dearly during all this time. Can’t even imagine what he must have gone through.”

You didn’t say anything in response to that. The look of relief that had washed over Dee’s face was something that you couldn’t bear to taint with your own selfish doubts and troubles. Instead, you swallowed thickly and nodded to what she said.

“You must feel so relieved, Y/N.”

She grabbed your hand with a graceful smile.

“You’d taken quite a shine to him when you were younger. Eyes always wandering over to wherever he was. It was clear that he meant something different to you than all your other little friends did.”

You can’t help but find yourself flushing a bit at the statement.

“I didn’t realize it was so obvious.”

“Oh, come now. You didn’t think you was being slick back then, did you?”

“Well, I didn’t think I wasn’t.”

The two of you stare at each other in mild surprise before bursting out into laughter.

“Oh, Y/N baby, you were about as obvious as an elephant would be sitting here in the diner.”

You thought over your behavior from when you were a kid, and... Looking back on it now. Yes. You were that obvious. You’d always clung to his side, sure. But at some point, that went from being metaphorical to literal. All you ever talked about was him to some extent. Everything reminded you of him. It was a funny thought, until a mortifying realization dawned on you.

“Do you think he knew?”

Dee’s head shook out a no before you could even finish your sentence.

“The boy was oblivious to everything else going on. No offense to you, dear, but you and everyone else’s feelings and happenings were probably the last things on his mind.”

Your shoulders fell in relief at the affirmation. You think you’d die of embarrassment if Jason knew about your little crush. Even knowing that Dee knew about it way back then made you want to lay your head down in shame. And that’s exactly what you did, which consequently only caused Dee to laugh.

You pouted as you looked up at her before turning your head over to look away from her and out the window. The gray light that had filtered into the diner from outside was a lot darker than before, and you were suddenly hit with the realization that you’d have to be walking home. And the walk from here to your little apartment in Gotham was at least 40 minutes.

⟡🍁༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･🍁⟡🍁༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･🍁⟡

You gave one last wave over your shoulder before you turned round and started your walk home, a sigh escaping you as you walked out into the brisk Gotham evening. Saying your goodbyes to DeeDee had taken a lot longer than you had imagined. Though that was honestly your fault. DeeDee’s goodbyes were never short, even if Didine had been shooing you out.

The brisk Gotham air felt nice against your skin as you made your way up the street. It felt a little odd, seeing as your old house was in the opposite direction, so you’d never viewed this part of town before at this time of night like this. Now that you think about it, you never got the chance to actually go and see your old home. You’d spent all your time at DeeDee’s

…

Okay, maybe this was kind of a bad idea. Or really a bad idea. But you’ve walked these roads before. There’s no harm in making a quick stop by your old place and then coming back. You knew all the shortcuts around this part of town, 12 years passing be damned. Besides, you’d be back home only a few minutes after sunset, regardless of what you did, so what did a few more minutes matter?

[vastlycruelterror]

'i love you :)'

summary: reader and Jason were dating before his death, during that time each of you wrote love letters to each other, a few weeks before he died he wrote: 'i love you :)' on one of them. when you turn 18, getting this tattooed is the first thing you do

warnings: angst, death, it is implied that readers parents are absent, attempted mugging, teenage love, reader uses she/her pronouns

word count: 2557

note: this is based off of this post by @starr-jazz. this is their original idea and I thought it was so cute and good!!! they've given me permission to write this fic that's based off of this post (thank you so much!!!) I wrote this to take a short little break from my Wally series, I am currently writing chapter five and it should be out soon but I saw this post and I really wanted to write something based off of it. I wrote this super quick, like in literally an hour (I just couldn't wait to write it!) so if there's any mistakes I didn't catch ignore them (please). this is my first time writing for Jason, hope you all enjoy and as always feedback, suggestions, and recommendations/requests are always welcome <333

part 2 here

You met Jason at the library. You went there to read and to find a quiet place to hang out after school. Jason was there a few days each week, constantly exchanging old books out for new ones. You were only 14, having just started high school. Though lots of people attended Gotham High you couldn’t seem to place him. You thought he may be new to town, maybe moved here from Blüdhaven or Metropolis. Each time he came to the library you took silent notice of him. You couldn’t help yourself, you were young and he seemed around your age and he was attractive, you couldn’t lie. This was your first real crush. 

He easily noticed your constant staring. It was hard to ignore when a young pretty girl was making extreme eye contact with him from across the library with her jaw slightly open. He hated to admit it but he started reading his books faster just so he could stop by the library more frequently to see you. Even though Bruce had nearly every book in the world, he couldn’t break the habit of using the library. He figured you attended Gotham High, as you were always here right when school got out. Bruce never put him into any school, deciding that he could teach him enough about life. He loved being Robin, the last two years with Bruce were the best years of his life. 

You couldn’t believe it, the pretty boy was walking over to you. Your mind started racing to all the possibilities on why he would be walking this way. You were sitting in the fantasy section, it was your favorite genre. You noticed he always stuck by the classic section, so he couldn’t be walking over here for a book. Right? He was probably your age so maybe he’s still exploring genres. But no, you only ever see him pick classic books. Maybe he was going to meet up with a friend? You looked around, nope, you were the only one in this section. He’s almost right in front of you and you quickly avoid any eye contact and focus on the book in front of you, your eyes going over the same sentences over and over. 

“Hi. I’m Jason.” 

You look up, feeling heat rush up into your cheeks. You look at his face, your first time seeing it up close. “Hi,” being the only thing you can mutter out. Realizing he told you his name and you never told him yours, you quickly mutter it out in a series of stutters. He repeats your name to himself. 

“It’s nice to meet you. What book are you reading?”

“Oh, just some stupid fantasy book. About dragons or something,” your voice goes down in volume by the end of your sentence. The red on your cheeks have no sign of leaving and suddenly you feel embarrassed by the fact that you’re reading a book about dragons. 

“That’s cool, I love dragons!” 

“Really?” you feel a smile start to rise up on your cheeks and you finally look at his face for the second time. 

The next few weeks, each time he comes to the library he walks over to sit with you. It started out as just fifteen minutes and now he’s sitting with you for hours. You started arriving home later and later each night, though you know your parents don’t mind, they never seem to care about anything anymore, you can’t actually remember the last time that you saw them. After being whisper-yelled at by the librarian for talking too loud or laughing too loud, the two of you started to write notes to each other. They were your own private conversations, absolutely no one else in the library has any idea what you two are always giggling about. 

One day he slides you a folded note. When you open it, it says: 

Do you want to get ice cream with me tonight? 

▢ yes 

▢ no

You quickly mark your answer, fold it back up, and slide it over to him. When he opens it you notice a big smile creeping up on his face before he looks at you. You see the silent question in his eyes. Now? You nod, pack up your stuff, and follow him out of the library to a small ice cream truck down the street. He orders a strawberry cone with sprinkles while you get a hot fudge sundae. He pays for both of your ice creams, though you do try to fight him on it and eventually give up when you realize you didn’t have your wallet with you. 

“I promise I’ll pay you back. Or pay for your ice cream next time?”

“You don’t have to, it’s my treat. And next time I’ll still be paying.” 

After hearing that he would also want another hang out outside of the library you feel your cheeks heat up and a small smile spreads across your cheeks. You both enjoy your ice cream while sitting on a small park bench that the two of you found. You sit there and talk to each other until the sun goes down. He looks at his watch, “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You’re surprised, usually it’s you that has to leave first, “Yeah! I’ll see you tomorrow, good night!” Before he leaves he gives you a quick hug and then runs off. 

This goes on for more weeks. Almost everyday he slides you a note asking if you wanted to go somewhere. Sometimes it’s food and sometimes it’s just a long walk around a park. Each time though you feel like you’re growing closer and closer to him. 

One day, when he slides you a note he seems more nervous than normal. When you open it, you see a different kind of question: Can I be your boyfriend?

▢ yes 

▢ no

You immediately blush, looking up at him to see him run his hand over the back of his neck anxiously. You pick up your pen, eagerly writing a big X in the box by yes, and slide the note back over to him. You watch as he quickly unfolds it and looks up at you in a big smile before getting up and giving you a big hug, the biggest one he’s ever given you. 

A few more weeks pass, more dates pass, and you have your first kiss. It was awkward but at least you were awkward together. He invited you over to his house, to meet his dad and his older brother. Instead of walking to his house like you thought, a car pulls up in front of the library to pick the both of you up. You look at him nervously before you see him give you a quick nod of reassurance. 

If you thought the private car was anything, the mansion that you saw in front of you was even greater. You look over at Jason, “Who is your family?” 

“Um. My dad, my adoptive dad I mean, is Bruce. Bruce Wayne.” 

You look at him in shock. You never got a hint of a spoiled rich boy in him, just a joyful kid who never seemed to complain about anything. He opens the door and helps you out before walking you into the manor, where you see in front of you The Bruce Wayne. You feel your throat almost close up due to the nerves. 

“Hi Mr. Wayne, it’s nice to meet you,” you somehow manage to mumble out. 

“Just Bruce, it is very good to meet you, Jason has told us lots about you.” 

You meet Richard, or Dick as he insisted, and Alfred, the butler. They were all so welcoming, much more than your own family. Thinking about that makes you dread having to bring Jason over to meet your parents. You know they’ll eventually find out. Pushing that thought away you focus on the tiramisu in front of you. This is some of the best food you’ve had in so long, it’s been ages since you last had a home cooked meal.

The meal finishes up and Jason brings you up to his room to hang out for a little bit before you eventually have to return home. There, you continue your tradition of passing notes to each other. While he folds up one of his you see the same nervousness on his face that was there weeks ago when he asked if he could be your boyfriend. 

You open it up and read: 

i love you :)

You look up at him with a big smile on your face, “I love you too.” 

--- 

That was three years ago. Just three months after you got that note from Jason you saw Bruce Wayne walking into the library, straight towards you. He invited you to the manor that night and told you the news. Jason was dead. Those notes were all you had left of him. 

Today is your 18th birthday. You had the appointment made two months ago. Since that night, you, crying in Bruce Wayne’s manor, on his shoulder while Dick Grayson rubbed your back, you knew there would be no one else in this world for you. Jason was the only person that seemed to breathe life into you. 

You were getting the last note he left you tattooed on the inside of your wrist, so you could look down at it every time you missed him. Even though you were only 14, it was the only love you had ever known and you still cry almost every day over it. 

It didn’t hurt like you thought it did, though you didn’t expect it to. He had small handwriting and it only took the artist 15 minutes to complete it. 

--- 

You started college, studying English in hopes to maybe become a teacher, or a professor if you find yourself having the time or money.

There’s a new vigilante in Gotham. It's no crazy news, there seems to be a new one nearly every year. You’re not complaining, Gotham needs it with the amount of crime you see every single day here. Though this one seems different. Normally all the vigilantes in Gotham seem to be working with Batman, though this one seems to have absolutely no interest in him. 

You haven’t had a run in with him yet but most people have said he is nothing like any other vigilantes. He doesn’t care about Batman’s rules. 

You’re walking back to your apartment after your night class. It is the only one that could fit in your crammed schedule, you didn’t want to walk home in the dark three nights a week but you really had no other choice. And of course you just had to live in crime alley. It is the only area you can afford. Being in university doesn’t leave you with a whole lot of spending money. 

Usually you can avoid any creeps on your way back home but this night the guy doesn’t seem to let up and even tried to grab at your bag. You swing around, yelling at him, “Get away you creep!” He doesn’t seem to like that though and reaches for you again, even trying to swing at you. You bring your arms out to guard your face but no contact is made. 

You bring your arms down and open your eyes to see a mysterious tall figure in a red helmet beating up the guy. Must be the new vigilante, you think. You back up a little more, watching the scene in front of you. When the masked figure seems to be done he turns around and looks at you, really looks at you, making you feel slightly uncomfortable. 

“Thanks,” you mutter out before turning around and walking the rest of the way to your apartment. 

---

He couldn’t believe it, you were still in Gotham and living in crime alley no less. He thought you would’ve left this stupid town by now but you were always so stubborn. He couldn’t help himself, the next few weeks he found himself watching your apartment from a rooftop, watching as you left every morning and came home every night to be sure you were safe. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to you. 

He knew that you thought he was dead, there was no reason for you to think any differently. He didn’t expect to see you and he didn’t expect to be lost in your eyes all over again like he was five years ago. He never forgot about you, you were his first love, his only love. He wanted to talk to you again but he didn’t know how, he’s supposed to be dead and that’s exactly what he thought. How would he explain himself to you? I died, got thrown into a massive glowing green pit and then trained with assassins and now I’m here, back in Gotham. Surprise!

No, you would think he lost his mind, probably calling the police thinking he was having an identity crisis and pretending to be your dead boyfriend from five years ago. Technically he still is your boyfriend, you never broke up with him so…

--- 

He decided to knock on your door, as Jason. Either he would scare you or you would let him in. It didn’t hurt to try. 

You were sitting on your floor, leaning against your couch, working on your essay for one of your classes. You’ve been rewriting the same paragraph over and over again, never seeming to get it right. You heard a knock on your door, it was odd, you never made any friends in your classes and you’ve never talked to your neighbors. You walk over and look into the peephole, seeing a tall man in a leather jacket and jeans. He had black hair with a white streak in the front. His head was down so you couldn’t see his face. You looked back over him one more time, seeing no weapons on him, you cracked  the door open slightly, your hand leaned against the door frame, wrist pointing out into the hallway. 

“Hello?” you question. 

He finally brings his head up and you get a good look at his face. You pause, breath catching as you make out the features. He looks exactly like Jason did, though older and with more scars and that white streak in his hair. No, it’s not him, he’s dead. You remind yourself. You find your breath again, “Sorry, you just… look like someone I used to know.” 

His eyes don't look at you though. You follow his gaze to your wrist, the one with the tattoo. His mouth opens slightly and you see some tears welling up in his eyes. You bring your hand down, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. He finally looks at you, tears falling down his cheeks as he whispers your name. 

You’re confused, not sure who this man is but he looks too much like Jason for you to handle right now. “Sorry, you must have the wrong person,” you say before gently shutting the door, turning around, and leaning against it before you fall to the ground, crying over the same boy that you have been for five years.

[f1doll]

Summary: you and Jason have collab many times and everyone ship the both of you but when in reality you are both dating and it was supposed to be a secret but we all know Jason is not the best with secrets!😬

Parring: Jasontheween x streamer!reader

Note: and I will say it again Jason is the FINEST member of faze sorry adapt girlies just the truth Also would recommend listening to steeeam by Shelly!!

@Jasontheween 🎵 Contains: And I Love Her Remastered 2009. By The Beatles

Caption: 2nd slide is how we both reacted to our phones blowing up cuz of me😔 @yourusername loveeee myyy girl tho

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@FaZeAdapt: didn’t know aliens can pull?

@ yourusername: my spelling bee champion btw

@User1: ALL ROADS LEAD TO YUJIN!!!

⤷ @ yourusername: holy parasocial😬 ❤️liked by creator!

@User2: aww so cute! And I guess there’s Jason or wtv..

@User3: CALLED ITTTT

@user4: mf can’t keep his mouth shut

@User5: wait they are adorable together!

@User6: anddd there goes prime Jason.😑

@User7: how did Jason get cuffed up before adapt😭

@User8: love you to death kid!

@Yourusername 🎵steeeam. By Shelly

Caption : 2nd slide is him every time he see me😛@jasontheween come home I want to bite those biceps

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@cinnabrit: quick everyone act shocked

@ georgeclarkeey: double date when👀? ❤️Like by creator!

@User1: best couple and best duo on twitch!!

@User2: loveeee me some Jasony/n content

@User3: cute!

@User4: I bet she only dated him so she can get more views

@User5:🫵 DA ☝️ Jason Nguyen

@User6: howww did he pull her?!

@ user7: it was so obvious they liked each other after the third time they streamed together😭

@User8: ooouuuu shi👀 

[hon3y0logy]

Operation Expose Girlfriend || Jason Todd x fem!reader

Warning: nosy siblings, multiple pov’s, light swearing

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.

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[twis-world]

Jason made you swear, promise on his life, that you would always keep the weapon he gifted you. Gotham was dangerous and unpredictable. God forbid you were ever threatened but if so, he needed you to be prepared. You just didn’t realize just how soon his paranoia would come to fruition.

Warnings: Gun violence, death, vomitting

You never realize just how much blood a human being has until you watch them bleed out like a stuck pig.

And god just how…how horribly strong it smells…

The entire apartment was tainted by the scent of copper. Metallic in fact. It was heavy, hot almost, and just utterly sickening.

The gun shook dangerously in your hands, still pointed at the masked body on the floor. As if any moment he would come back to life and come at you with the kitchen knife again. All he wanted was money, maybe he would have left you alone if you just gave it to him? Maybe if you weren’t so rash he would still be alive. Yet, the fact that he was going to kill you didn’t change.

It’s just…oh god, you’ve killed a man.

It didn’t matter if it was in self-defense. You had taken a life and the realization made you sick to your stomach.

You finally dropped the gun to the floor, kneeling over on yourself and coughing up vomit. It burned your throat and sinuses, splattering all over the ground. Eventually you dropped to all fours, unable to keep your balance as you continued.

Eventually you stopped, eyes watery and breath rancid with every deep breath you took, yet that didn’t keep your attention for long. Something warm and wet was all over the palm of your hand. Thick, but steadily dripped down your arm as you lifted your hand to your face.

It was blood.

The man’s blood had pooled steadily around his head. Right where your bullet went through, and it had traveled all the way to you.

You threw up once more.

“Baby?” A deep voice shouted down the hallway, followed by heavy footsteps pounding. It sounded warm, familiar, yet you couldn't put your finger on who it belonged to as you caught your breath. They yelled your name. “Why’s the door open-”

You wanted to vomit again as Jason’s armored figure stopped in the doorframe, helmet in hand and concerned eyes turning cold as they took in the scene. The body, the blood, the gun, and you right in the middle of it all.

“I didn’t…” you croaked, voice sounding fried. You cleared it, but it was all for naught as it cracked. “I didn’t want to,” you sobbed, nearly hyperventilating as you did so. “I didn’t want to, I swear! He kept banging on the door and I got scared. I went to grab the-the,” you couldn’t get the word out, so you weakly pointed to the weapon on the floor, “and when I came back he broke down the door and came at me with a knife! I didn’t know what to do and just pulled the trigger. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-”

“Hey, hey, no,” Jason interrupted, firm as he dropped his helmet to the floor and came to his knees before you. Gloved hands gently gripped your face, thumbs wiping the spit off your chin. “None of that, you hear me? You have nothing to apologize for. He would have hurt you otherwise. God he would have-”

You could see how it clicked, how grave the situation truly was. It was dawning on him just how close you were to getting gravely injured, or worse, killed.

Suddenly, strong arms wrapped all around you, bringing you into his chest so hard your head bonked against his chin. He didn’t care, though, only tightening his grip on you as he laid his cheek on top of your head. “God sweetheart, you must have been so scared. You have no idea how proud of you I am. I’m so proud, good job.”

“But-but,” you blubbered, heaving into his chest. “I killed him!”

“He would have killed you if you didn’t,” he simply stated back. “You did absolutely nothing wrong, you hear me? You did it in self-defense. I would rather you kill a thousand men than ever let one lay a single finger on you.”

The confession eased the turmoil within you, and you finally fully sunk into his embrace. A hand raised from your back and gently caressed your head, over and over again. For a moment, just a moment, it was only you and him. No body, no blood, no god forsaken blood. Just you and your other half.

You almost whimpered as he pulled back. “Listen to me carefully, okay? You’re in shock right now. That’s normal, I would be worried if you weren’t. I’m going to take you to the bathroom so you can wash up, just let me take care of everything else. Don’t worry about anything else right now, just yourself.”

You nodded, knees shaking as the man slowly pulled you to your feet. For a moment you were going to look at the elephant in the room, but Jason gently turned your face away before you could. 

So instead you looked at your feet and observed the carpet pattern below them. Swirling brown, red, and green, a design you loved when you and Jason were first looking for apartments to move into.

All you could think of as Jason guided you into the bathroom was how hard it would be to get the bloodstain out of it.

[juneberrie]

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