A/N: Inspired by a meme shared in the JaySteph Server (18+): '“I’m not sending flowers to your job; that’s basic. I’m going to send a bomb threat so you can have the day off. Love you boo.” -Jason'
Steph sighed for the fifth time in as many minutes. Her job was extremely slow today, moreso than was normal for a Claire’s in Gotham. Emo kids were always coming in for a new piercing.
The paperwork was done, the windows were shined bright enough to reflect the few weak rays of sunlight that made it past Gotham’s smog cover into passerbys’ eyes, the top shelves were dusted, even the coffee maker in the staff room had been deep-cleaned.
Cleaning spree over, Steph propped her chin on the handle of the broom she’d been sweeping the floors with. Everything was polished to a fault and now there was nothing else to do. She should’ve swept slower, spent an hour sweeping up the final line of debris into the dustpan or something. Wandering over to a tower of costume jewelry, Steph straightened the few cardboard folders holding cheap chains and glittery charms until everything was balanced neatly.
Jason had apparently read her message bemoaning her boredom, but he hadn’t responded. For all she knew, her boyfriend hadn’t even seen the message, simply having their chat open and conveying the signal that it had been read.
The phone on the wall rang and Steph leapt behind the counter, snatching the phone off the hook. “Claire’s in Kane Mall, Steph speaking.”
“Steph, hey, it’s Matt.”
Why was her manager calling her on his day off? “Hey, Matt, ‘sup?”
“I’ve just received word that there has been a bomb threat made against your store by a Rogue. I need you to follow the protocol for active Rogue threats in your area. Is anyone else around, do you see anyone suspicious I can relay to the authorities?”
“I’ve been practically dead all morning, Matt. There’s no one around outta the usual. I’ll be fine, thanks for letting me know about the threat.” Steph hung up and turned with a smug grin. Finally, her day was looking up.
The Kane Claire’s protocol for Rogue threats included taking the rest of the shift off. Steph could now go home to her boyfriend and cuddle him and get fed delicious meatballs and rigatoni with homemade sauce made with love by said boyfriend, and they could do face masks and watch Legally Blonde and make out and enjoy the time off together, which was rare with their respective jobs and night jobs.
Her spideyBat-senses weren’t tingling in the slightest, so she went about her usual closing routine, even though it was four hours early.
Skipping into the apartment, Steph tossed her keys into the bowl and called out for her boyfriend. The delicious aroma of vegetable broth simmering and onions and garlic sauteeing greeted her in lieu of Jason.
She found him in the kitchen, quietly singing along to the radio as he stirred a pot.
“Hey, Jay.”
“Hey, sweetheart. How was work?”
Steph leaned against the kitchen door frame. “Short. You seem a little unsurprised that I’m home halfway through my shift.”
Jason shrugged, coming to greet her with a kiss and a spoonful of broth for her to taste-test.
“You wouldn’t have anything to do with the bomb threat my manager called me with a warning about, would you?”
“I have a lot of C4 in storage right now, I gotta find something to do with it before it expires. Whatcha think?”
She smacked her lips, considering. “Good, but I think you could maybe add a bit more garlic?”
He rolled his eyes fondly, smacking her butt as he turned back to the stove. “Garlic fiend.”
“You know it! Also, C4 doesn’t expire. And a Claire’s, Jason, really? That’s so lame for the Red Hood.”
“Not lame if I get to spend time with my beautiful girlfriend.” He stirred in more sauteed garlic.
“Sweet talker,” she scoffed gently, hopping up on the counter beside Jason.
“Sweet kisser,” he returned, leaning in for another kiss.
what would you do if they never found us out? - masterlist
Pairing: Jason Todd x Stephanie Brown
Rating: M
WC: 12k
Ao3 | Main Masterlist | Beta'd by @skylarkblue <3
Summary: An I Can See You (Speak Now (Taylor's Version), Taylor Swift)-inspired fic.
Jason and Steph meet in Gotham, returned from their respective death-caused hiatuses. The age-old trick of kissing for a misson leads to a partnership to take down their mutual enemy, Black Mask. Still healing from her past, Steph is cautious about falling for her partner, but it might already be too late...
you brush past me in the hallway
something's changed; it's something I like
but we kept everything professional
I spend my time trying not to feel it
then we kiss, and you know I won't ever tell
what would you do if I went to touch you now?
CW's and WC's are provided at the beginning of each chapter.
Pairing: Jason Todd x Stephanie Brown, minor Bill the Henchman x Goon Named Jeff
Rating: T
WC: 2.7k Ao3 Masterlist
A/N: Inspired by this reel. Beta'd by Bambi<3
Steph blinked in confusion as the waiter appeared beside her with a pair of boxing gloves and what looked like a ring girl.
All she’d asked for was a box for her leftover chicken and waffles.
“Alright folks! This lovely lady right here will be squaring off against the reigning champion, Bill the Brute! I’m Jeff, your announcer for this fight. Round one!”
Steph slipped off her bar stool, the gloves an appropriate tightness and her hair swept back in a hasty ponytail by the helpful ring girl.
She wasn’t going to let anything get between her and her waffles. If that meant fighting a random Gothamite who thought it would be funny to let her waffles sog, so be it.
Feigning reluctance, she let Jeff guide her hands into a protective guard for her face as she swayed nervously on her feet.
“I’m not gonna punch him!” she protested, sizing up Bill the Brute. He was fairly lean, dressed only in shorts and a black pair of gloves to match her white ones.
“Stick to your jab,” Jeff encouraged her, dropping his hand. “Fight!”
“I’m not gonna punch him!” she repeated, stepping marginally closer.
Steph gingerly landed a left hook, eyeing up his reflexes and how serious this situation (which she assumed to be a prank, considering the laughter and cheers of the other patrons) was.
“Harder!” boomed Jeff. “Knock him out! Hit ‘im in the head!”
“No! That’s mean!” she cried, bouncing a little closer, pretending to ham up the fight for the audience.
“Do it!” they began cheering, along with Jeff.
Bill the Brute ducked the first slow jab, but he missed her surprise right hook, collapsing at Jeff’s feet dramatically.
Steph’s mouth dropped in horror, thinking his decent boxing skills would have protected him from the full force of her blow.
The server behind Jeff banged his fork against his skillet, signalling the entire fight was over.
Jeff seemed to think Bill was hamming it up for the show, raising her hand in victory as the ring girl wrapped the fake championship belt around her torso.
“And after one hard round, we have the winner by TKO, the new champion of the Hood and Dagger Pub!” Jeff and the patrons cheered.
Steph frantically piled her waffles and chicken into the box that the girl behind the bar had provided while she fought Bill the Brute, ducked her head, and fled the pub, ignoring his sales pitch for a boxing gym(?).
Steph mourned the loss of her new favourite pub as she ran down the street, waffle box tucked under her arm to help her aerodynamics.
They’d always had good food when she went, usually at the weirdest hours (which was strange that the pub was open that late–or early, if you preferred–but she didn’t dare go digging into its ownership or management lest she be conscience-bound to shut down her new haven).
Her musings were cut short by the sound of someone pursuing her. She glanced back, seeing Jeff running behind her.
Dang, what did he want? She’d paid before she requested the box. Had he found out she’d knocked out Jeff for reals and it wasn’t for show?
“Miss!”
It was noon, and there were several other people out and about on the fairly well-travelled street, so Steph made the executive decision to confront him here, and not accidentally acquire a stalker and expose her new Batgirl-haven.
“Yeah?” she twirled her ponytail.
Jeff bent over a decent distance away. “You’re almost as fast as Boss,” he gasped. “That was amazing!”
Steph blinked at him. “Excuse me?”
“Your moves, miss,” Jeff panted out an explanation. “Boss saw you and wants to talk to you. You wouldn’t be needing a job, would you?”
“Excuse me?” she repeated, shriller this time.
Steph reluctantly entered the back room of the Hood and Dagger. It was a lot different from most back rooms she’d been in, and that wasn’t even counting the daytime and front door entrance she was unaccustomed to.
Jeff cleared his throat. “Boss, I got the lady!” he said proudly.
“Thanks, Jeff. I do hope you didn’t use your uh…work…tactics?”
The only thing she could see was the black-and-white hair of a man behind a computer setup so large Babs would be jealous, but just his voice sounded nice.
“Of course not, Boss! I can be subtle!”
Aw, poor Jeff sounded genuinely hurt.
Mentally preparing herself for another middle-age, morally dubious at best, sleazebag, Steph was entirely unprepared for the Boss who actually stood up, arm outstretched for her to shake.
He was young, though the jury was still out on his morals, but was inclined to acquit him on account of his face, which was handsome and graced with a gorgeous smile and– he had dimples?!
Steph had clearly been knocked out by Bill the Beast and this was what her concussion-wracked brain had conjured while she was unconscious.
“Uh, hi. Um. Steph.” She shook his hand, which was large, warm but not sweaty, and had neatly trimmed nails. Steph was a sucker for nice hands.
He withdrew his hand after the shake, twisting it in a way that meant his veins were highlighted for her to drool over.
“Jason. Hi, I’m the owner of Hood and Dagger Pub. I apologize if Bill and Jeff’s little promotional stunt scared you off,” he smiled warmly, teal eyes meeting hers familiarly. “They’re a bit passionate about the boxing and all-round gym opening a couple blocks over, and when I gave them the greenlight to promote it, I didn’t quite expect such…creativity in the way they went about it.”
“Better creative and original than dull and mainstream, right?” laughed Steph. “It was fine. I thought I actually knocked Bill out.”
“His skull’s taken worse, I assure you,” chuckled Jason. “He likes to ham up his performance when pretty ladies are around…even if he’s happily in a relationship with Jeff,” he shook his head at the duo’s antics. Jeff had left to gossip with inform the other employees about the potential interview taking place, so he wasn’t there to defend himself from his boss’s slandering.
“I’m just relieved I can show my face here again,” Steph smiled. “I was so sad at the thought that I’d be banned for knocking out one of your employees, just when it’s become my new favourite restaurant and haven. The hours are a godsend for someone with weird hours like me.”
Jason inclined his head, silently requesting she continue her hot-guy-induced ramblings.
Steph would just like to state for the record that it wasn’t her fault he was almost as hot as she imagined Red Hood was behind the mask. He was her celebrity crush; sue her. She’d seen girls thirsting over Ghostface; this wasn’t any stranger.
“Yeah? What draws you to the Hood and Dagger, if I may ask?”
“The food is amazing; I love the privacy between the booths, so I can study in relative peace even at the height of the rush; it’s seemingly open 24/7, so I can get food when I’m too tired to cook, and I’ve even been able to have a nap after I stumbled in here for breakfast after pulling an all-nighter–in short, have you considered renaming this Steph’s Heaven?” she joked.
Jason grinned at her. “I will now. I’m glad you’re so pleased with my establishment. It’s my goal to have it open as much as I can, so people have a safe space to rest, study, sleep, just like you said. It’s a pub, but it’s not just for food and drink. I want to make this a safe haven for everyone as long as I can.”
“That’s really commendable,” Steph nodded. Her curiosity about Jason was urging her Bat-research (aka stalking) skills on, but now she really didn’t want to ruin this illusion he’d woven around her. He was the perfect guy, she could overlook some tax evasion or him secretly being Kite-Man.
“You look really familiar, though. Have we met somewhere before?”
“I…don’t think so? I’m fairly sure I’d remember a face like yours.”
He raised an eyebrow at her comment.
“I’m usually in the back cooking when I’m working here, so I wouldn’t have seen you here before as a patron,” he mused. “You’re at Gotham Gen?” he waved a hand at the hospital intern badge hanging off her shirt.
She nodded.
He frowned. “I haven’t been there in ages. Probably not. Hm, maybe I just need some sleep.”
“Long night? I can go,” Steph took a half-step towards the door.
“No, please stay. I asked Jeff to bring you here so I could meet you. I was going to ask you if you needed or wanted a job.”
“A job?” She raised her eyebrow. So far Jason had been quite decent, but if he suggested-
“At my new boxing gym. You look like you know how to fight–that’s a compliment, I assure you. I think a female employee would really help draw more female clientele.”
“A boxing gym and a restaurant? Wow, Jason, you’re sure not one-dimensional.”
He shrugged, dropping his head in a pitiful attempt to hide his grin. “I’m a well-rounded guy, or so my mom says when she tries to marry me off.”
Steph snorted. “What type of job were you thinking about at your gym? ‘Cause depending on how well you sell this, I just may quit the scourge of med school.”
“And the pressure is on,” laughed Jason. “Do you have formal training in any martial art or physical activity?”
Steph considered her Cass-mandated and Bat-supervised training. “Yep, although I don’t have any certificate to show for it.”
“Would you say good enough to be a trainer or coach?”
“Yep.”
“Confidence, I like that. Barely took you a second to reply. Thoughts on Red Hood?”
Steph blinked at the non sequitur. “Smash?”
Jason choked. “Sorry?”
“Uh…morally I don’t support him, but as a Gothamite?” Steph glanced around, leaning in. “And as someone attracted to men? Absolutely.”
Jason blinked again. “I…see. Well, if you want a job at Jill’s Gym, just talk to Jeff or Bill. And yes, they’re the ‘Jill’ in ‘Jill’s Gym’.”
Steph snickered. “That’s a clever name.”
“It’s apparently their ‘ship name’ or whatever,” Jason air quoted.
At that, Steph outright guffawed, tears running down her cheeks while Jason eyed her stiffly. “You’re such a grandpa! ‘What’s a ship name? Kids these days and their newfangled names for each other’.”
Jason opened his mouth, but he didn’t retort Steph’s teasing, much to her surprise. What came out was much worse.
“Batgirl?”
Shit.
“Uh. No? I’m Steph.”
And why hadn’t she used an alias, maybe Minnie Malone, she bemoaned with all the clarity of hindsight.
“Yeah, but you’re also Batgirl, aren’t you? I’d know that mocking laugh anywhere,” Jason said. “It’s okay, I’m Red Hood.”
Heck!!!
She’d just thirsted over the guy to his face! About his alter ego! Steph debated just making another mad dash from the Hood and Dagger–wow, what a subtle name. Well, he literally wore bright red over his head and heart; she supposed that was on her for expecting subtlety from the man, who’d clearly never heard the word.
“Please tell me you’re lying, not the least of which because I just told you I’d smash your alter ego to your face,” she gritted past her hands covering her face in shameful horror.
Jason snickered. “No can do, BG. If it’s any consolation, I’d say the newest Batgirl is pretty smash-worthy.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
His teal eyes were right in front of hers. Was it hot in here? It was hot in here.
“Can I maybe get your number?”
Steph looked up at him, worrying her lip between her teeth. “Sure, as long as you don’t give me one of your burner numbers.”
“Deal.” Jason fished his phone out of his back pocket.
Steph typed in her contact information and texted herself, then handed it back to him.
“Best Gotham Blonde Girl <3?” Jason read off her self-appointed contact name and laughed. “Cute.”
“I am,” she batted her lashes at him. “So, I hear you know the owner of this really great restaurant?”
“I’m not taking you to my own restaurant for our first date, Steph. Give Alfred’s teachings a little more credit, please.”
“First date?” Steph asked. “Sounds good. In that case, I enjoy the Italian restaurant opposite Wayne Enterprises, the churro truck by Amusement Mile, and the diner in Robinson Park.”
“I’m aware,” Jason said dryly. “I've seen you demolishing a stack of waffles after patrol several times.”
Steph flushed. “Yeah, well, you stay up way too late reading on the gargoyle overlooking the Harbour!”
Jason’s hand gently settled on her cheek. “Been stalking me, have you?”
“I see you on my way to my much-too-early classes at Gotham U,” she retorted, leaning into his touch. “Kiss me.”
“Whatever the lady says.”
Steph’s arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed her sweetly, drawing him in and deepening the kiss.
His free hand ran up and down her side before settling on her hip and pulling her flush with him.
They broke apart at the knock on his door, where Jeff stood.
“Uh, I’ll come back later. Congrats, Boss!”
Bonus:
“Boss?”
Jason looked up, waving Jeff and Bill into his office.”’Sup?”
“Uh, we’re really happy you’ve found this girl, but…we thought you liked the new Batgirl?” Bill was brave enough to say what the whole Goonion had been wondering since Jeff breathlessly updated them on Boss’s love life an hour ago.
Jason considered them. “I do. She kind of looks like Batgirl, though, don’t you think?”
Bill and Jeff exchanged looks.
“They’re both…blonde…”
“As long as you’re happy, Boss,” they assured him. “Does she know about Red Hood?”
“Yep, she’s cool with it.”
“Okay, thanks for telling us, Boss.”
Jeff and Bill left to update the Goonion. “She knows he’s Hood and she’s cool with it, and he still likes BG but he’s dating her because she reminds him of the girl he can’t get.”
Bill blinked the moistness in his eyes away. “I hope she doesn’t break Boss’s heart.”
Bonus Bonus:
“Move over, I can’t see,” hissed Jeff, nudging Gary with his bony elbow until he could peer through the window at Boss’s date with Steph.
They seemed to be having a good time, laughing and chatting, but the Goonion still secretly rooted for their OTP, RedGirl (unfortunately, the two vigilantes’ names weren’t the most conducive to ship names). Steph wasn’t bad as a second-place contender for Boss’s heart, though, and they’d rather see him happy than with a vigilante who didn’t see their Boss for the good man that he was (duffle bags with dubious contents notwithstanding).
Boss and Ms Boss stood to leave the restaurant, and the Goonion started their car to be ready to follow the couple to their next destination.
Interestingly, Boss took Ms Boss to his warehouse headquarters. They were sure moving fast, but if Boss trusted her, so did they.
“It’s usually a lot busier at this time,” Boss was telling Ms Boss when the Goonion entered the building through the back entrance, pretending they’d been out on a mission.
“Oh, there you are. I’d like to introduce you to Steph.”
The Goonion shook her hand and introduced themselves, taking her measure personally and agreeing that she seemed to fit Boss well.
They nodded at him approvingly before they tactfully peeled themselves away to their respective tasks, where they could more surreptitiously keep an eye on the couple, who were chuckling about something as they continued the tour.
They disappeared into Boss’s office and the Goonion winked at each other, preparing to give Boss some privacy, when the door swung open and out walked Boss in his work uniform…hand in hand with Batgirl.
Well, that explained some things.
Jeff pulled out his phone to gather evidence for the other lieutenants. Too bad they were out on patrols and couldn’t see this for themselves. Dennis and Alicia weren’t going to believe this without his proof!
Now seemed like a good time to revive the Boss Dating bets they’d had running…
wwyditnfuo - 6: what would you do if I went to touch you now? (Final)
M | 1.9k | Ao3 | Masterlist | Main Masterlist | CW: kissing, sexual content
Chapter 5 ->
Steph begged off patrols for the next couple nights, both because she wanted to think without any distractions, and because she needed to study for her finals.
Jason waited patiently for her consensus, dropping off mugs of chai and bowls of veggies and hummus as she studied, but otherwise leaving her alone. She appreciated it more than she could say.
For nine whole days they barely saw each other, Steph studying and Jason consolidating and organizing his new acquisitions.
On the tenth day, Steph had taken her last final and felt that she’d done decently. Jason was home earlier than he’d been the rest of the week and made ribs and rice for their supper.
They had a lovely, companionable time eating and cleaning up, leading into Jason suiting up for patrol. “Are you coming out tonight?” he asked Steph, who was making a mug of mint tea.
“I don’t think so. Kinda tired from all the studying, y’know? I’ll probably be fine to go out tomorrow, though.”
“Okay. Have a nice evening. I should be back around one-thirty or two.”
“‘Kay. Stay safe!”
“I always do.” He headed out and Steph curled up in her bed with her tea and the latest book by her favourite author.
When her tea was done, she set the mug on her bedside table, turned over, and fell asleep.
~~~
The clock on her bedside table glowed green with the numbers 1:27. Steph rubbed her eyes and flicked on the lamp beside the clock. She’d had a lovely dream about Jason and her in the future, happy and at peace.
Listening for the sound of Jason’s presence in quiet footsteps, showering, or making a post-patrol snack, she found nothing.
She slid off her bed and rummaged through her pile of clothes on her chair for her Wraith costume.
Sufficiently donned, she locked the door and safety measures and headed out to Jason’s head warehouse, where his tracker told her he was.
Using the shadows to her advantage, she slipped through the defenses and into Jason’s office, where she found him cleaning his guns.
Once they were locked away, she slipped up behind him and wrapped him in a bear hug.
He froze.
“Wraith?”
“Yep.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I thought I’d come see you. Figured you’d be free.”
“Everything okay?” He turned to face her, so she pulled her hood and mask off.
“No,” she said somberly. “You’re not my boyfriend.”
She felt him relax a little at that.
“I’ve been thinking about us, and I agree with you. We do work well together; I think it would be a shame to not at least try and see how much further we can go. Jason Todd, will you be my boyfriend?”
“Only if you, Stephanie Brown, will be my girlfriend.”
“Of course!” She nodded vigorously.
“Then I’m your boyfriend.”
“And I’m your girlfriend.”
“That sounds right, hearing you say that.”
“Does it also sound right when I say I love you?” She asked a little hesitantly.
Jason stared at her, speechless for a second. “It sounds just as right as me telling you I love you.”
Steph launched herself at him, wrapping her arms and legs around his neck and waist as she kissed him fiercely. He kissed her back, matching her just as passionately, stroking his thumbs over her thighs as he deposited her on his desk.
He was just as good as she remembered…no, even better than her dreams.
His hand skimmed up her side to graze her bre-
A knock at the door had them separating, panting for breath.
“What is it?” called Jason, a little hoarsely.
“It’s Jeff…one of the inside alarms has been disturbed in the last ten minutes, and it’s not one of us,” called one of Jason’s men.
Steph looked at him sheepishly. “That was me.”
“It’s all good, Jeff, Wraith said it was her,” Jason called back.
There was a pause, then, “Wraith is in there, Boss? We didn’t see her…”
Jeff sounded awfully smug, thought Steph.
“Just drop it, Jeff,” Jason sounded tired. He mouthed to Steph, “They’ve been hounding me about why you haven’t been around. I said I was giving you space and now they’re all convinced I’ve majorly screwed up with you somehow.”
She stifled a snicker in his neck before hopping off his desk, missing his warmth already, and opening the door. “Hi, Jeff. I was just sneaking in to see if I could catch the boss-man off guard. I hear you’ve been giving him trouble for me?” At Jeff’s nod, she continued. “That’s so sweet of you guys, and I’ll definitely be requiring your services again sometime in the future-”
“-Hey! What’s that s’posed to mean?!-”
“-but right now it’s okay for you guys to let him out of the doghouse. He was being considerate and letting me decide that I wanted to be his girlfriend.”
Jeff’s eyes filled with stars. “You’re officially Mrs. Boss?!”
“Er, we’re not married-”
“-Yet-”
“-Jason! But we’re dating, yes.”
“Bill owes me $50,” crowed Jeff. “Congratulations, Boss, Mrs. Boss!”
He hurried off to spread the news and Steph looked back at Jason with a raised eyebrow. “We should get out of here before they all come in like that.”
“Brilliant of you, Mrs Boss,” he teased, flipping his hood over his head and pulling hers up for her. “Let’s go.”
~~~
She raced him back on her bike, laughing and enjoying the wind blowing through her braid and cooling her overheated body. He really needed to stop looking so good doing the most mundane things, although there was hardly anything mundane about driving a bike and doing things like killing her torturer for her.
She raced up the stairs home while Jason locked up their bikes, stripping out of Wraith’s costume as fast as she could.
Her boots, mask, and cloak were off by the time Jason came in and her costume was unzipped to her waist.
“Hey,” he said, grinning stupidly at her, his dimple showing.
“Hey,” she said, grinning stupidly back.
He kicked his boots behind him, shrugged his jacket off and let it fall on the floor, stalking towards her to wrap her in his arms and kiss her silly against the wall.
“You’re so smart,” he kissed down her neck, mouthing at her pulse.
“You’re so strong,” he kissed down her chest, pulling the top of her suit off.
“You’re so beautiful,” he stared deep into her eyes, telling her what he saw in her. “I love you.”
She let his words wash over her, feeling his love.
“Your bedroom,” she said, squeezing him tighter as she kissed his face.
They managed to get there fairly smoothly, only pausing twice to press into the wall and grind against each other.
Steph managed to get his pants undone and his shirt over his head to run her fingers along the divots in his muscles.
He shivered and his abs flexed as she got lower and lower. She settled on the edge of his bed, looking up at him with a flirtatious glare, daring him to stop her as she pulled his pants and underwear down.
Her eyes got bigger and her mouth watered as she glanced down again.
Bravely wrapping her fingers around him, she licked long, wet stripes up his length, pausing to suck at the head.
She attempted to take him in as far as she could go, pausing when he hit the back of her throat. A little farther…she pulled off with a sputter. “It’s been a while since I gave a blowjob to anybody. Guess I’ll have to practice more,” she winked at him.
“Anytime you want,” he assured her, leaning her back to unzip her sports bra and fling it away. “Your breasts are a work of art,” he told her seriously, running a fingertip around her areola.
She wiggled her pants off as he licked and nipped at her breasts, sending lovely thrills through her.
“Contraception?” he glanced up at her, his eyes dark and cheeks flushed. She couldn’t wait to wreck him even further.
“Implant. I’ve learned my lesson,” she said, scooching up his bed as he crawled after her. “Feel free to come anywhere.”
“Noted.” He hooked her legs over his shoulder and proceeded to wring a string of curses and praises intermingled from her as his tongue proved he could use his mouth in any and all ways that would fluster her. “Come for me, there’s a good girl.”
She arched her back, fingernails digging into his shoulder as she came, moaning his name.
He emerged from between her thighs, flushed and glistening as much as her, telling her how good she was. “That was the hottest thing I have ever seen,” he informed her, licking his lips clean of her juices. “We are definitely doing that again.”
“No complaints here,” she laughed weakly. “Anytime you want,” she mimicked him.
“Do you need a minute?” he asked.
“‘M good, just want you in me.”
He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and finally her mouth as he lined himself up.
With slow thrusts, he worked his way in, moving slowly to let her adjust. “You feel so good.”
“So do you,” she panted, lifting her hips to meet his. “You can move faster.”
He did so, still keeping the pace slow and steady as he kissed all the skin on her he could reach.
She brought her hand up to thumb at his nipples and he shivered.
“Oho, sen-there!-sitive, are we?” Steph took this information in gleefully.
Her nails left red marks down his back as she came, clenching around him as hard as she could to make him come with her.
They lay there, too tired to move for a good five minutes.
“That was insane,” she panted. “You’re good at that. 5 stars.”
“Any other notes for your review, my lady?” He shifted on his side to stare adoringly at her and kiss her cheek.
“Mmm…I think I’d need another test run to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.”
“Say the word, love.”
She shivered at the endearment. “Ready to go again?”
He winced. “Okay, I might need another minute, no reflection upon you–actually, yeah, it is your fault; you sucked the soul out of me and I need to recover it.”
Steph snickered. “I’m putting that on my resume.”
“That better not be a resume for future boyfriends because I intend to be your last,” he warned her, half seriously.
“Wow, so threatening, I guess I’ll have to stay with you,” she leaned over to meld her lips to his.
~~~
Ten Months Later
“Jay, can you come look at this paper for me?” Steph called from her room (she slept in Jason’s room now but kept her room as her place for studying.)
“Sure.”
He took the paper she handed him and began reading.
“Resume, Stephanie Brown. Skills: Soul-sucking through mouth and vagina, excellent cuddler…” He read through her fake (but not really) resume, chucking at her responses and inside jokes.
“Seeking position as Jason Todd’s…fiancee…” He looked up at her sharply. “Steph?”
“Jason Todd, we’ve been through a lot together, as partners, friends, and lovers, and there’s no one else I’d rather have to face life with me, whether it’s the scarcity of good chai or overthrowing and killing evil crime bosses who’ve tortured us. Would you do me the honour of becoming my husband?”
“Yes, I’ll be your husband, Steph. I love you so much.”
He picked her up in a twirl, pressing kisses all over her face. She wiped a tear from her eye and one from Jason’s, kissing him back with all the love in her heart.
(And the Bats left them alone in a tentative truce and they lived happily ever after.)
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: DCU (Comics), Batman (Comics)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Stephanie Brown/Jason Todd
Characters: Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne
Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Medical Inaccuracies, Situationships, Situationship Related Trauma, Toxic Relationship, Case Fic, Violence against women, Serial Killers, BAMF Stephanie Brown, Trans Jason Todd, (it's not a plot point it just is), Author is trans, Jason Todd's Disorganized Attachment, Non-Penetrative Sex, Canonical Cryer Jason Todd, Angst, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Stalking
Summary:
"Always with the dramatics.”
Jason whirls back around, closing the distance between them, towering over her. “Fuck you.”
She doesn’t waver, just looks up at him like she’s daring him to hit her. “You already did.”
What's worse than almost dying? Almost dying in front of your ex-situationship.
After a sort-of breakup and then almost bleeding out on a safehouse floor, Jason tries to navigate a web of corruption and murder. To make matters worse, he can't seem to stay away from Steph.
With a friendship bracelet on her ankle, braided hair, and sweat beading on her abs she looks like a wet dream. Like Calvin Klein did a Narrows themed underwear shoot.
He'd challenge anyone not to stare as she sucks on a popsicle and sprawls out with her foot on the coffee table.
Extreme Heat Warning F/M, E, PWP, shower sex, Stephanie Brown being a little shit
“Hey, you okay?” It's the voice she's heard him use with scared kids and stay dogs. Steph swallows shame and forces a smile.
“Yeah!” she says, not even remotely convincingly. “Yeah, no, I’m fine. Totally good.” A tear tracks down her face and she wipes it quickly, stifling a sniff. She’d been expecting (dreading) Cass, maybe Tim, to check in. Not to be caught having a total meltdown by Jason.
Anywhere But Here
Gen, T, Angst & Feels
Please read the CW in author's note <3
for @jaystephevents JayStephWeekend2024, prompt is ☆stargazing☆
“We're just talking.” There is a long, painful silence.
“Holy shit, you really are stupid. Like unbelievably stupid.”
“Fuck off!”
Jason shoves him bodily from the room and slams the door in his face.
“You're mad at your dad, not me!” Roy yells through the door, and Jason can hear him guffawing to himself as he walks away. Ass.
