jason todd has a soft spot for you pt.2 | fluff | part one
Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who preps fruits and vegetables for you on a random weekday night. After a particularly long day, you came home with sore feet and heavy eyelids, telling Jason you were so tired you’d decided to put your meal planning off until tomorrow. The next day, you notice them sitting in tempered glassware when you open your fridge: each cruciferous and root peeled and cut with fine care; every fruit washed and stored. On top, a post-it note he’s left for you.
Was up late, figured I’d just do it for you — J
You smile when you see he’s signed it with his initial. As if anyone else would raid your fridge in hopes of easing your daily routine.
Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who, contrary to popular belief, tries to maintain a clean space wherever he goes. He extends his tidiness to your apartment, offering to fold your laundry or easily lifting the sofa while you vacuum all the crumbs and dust hiding underneath. His heap of clothes, as bulky and heavy as he is, is softly folded in “his section” of your room, as if trying to take up as little space as possible. You rarely have to ask for help, as his hands are always quick to move furniture aside or find the nearest cleaning spray.
Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who still shovels the glut of mushy, overcooked spaghetti into his mouth after you accidentally left it on the stove for too long. “Jay, you don't have to eat it if you don’t like it. let’s just order takeout.” He slurps on the noodles, small sticky stains painting the corners of his mouth a muddy red, and just cocks an eyebrow.
“Takeout f’what?” Another swallow. “m’fine wih this.” His fingers swirl around the rim, coating it with the thick, gloopy sauce. Because Jason Todd is not one to waste when it comes to food or the carefully crafted devotion of the person he loves most.
Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who writes you letters. Each page is lettered in neat cursive, every dotted letter inked with eager sincerity. It was your idea at first, a personal project meant to reduce your screen time that metamorphosed into a habitual routine. He rambles about mundane tasks. Remembers the name of a cute little kid with a wide tooth gap, or muses about Gotham’s particular smell, which he insists is "part of her charm.” He weaves each sentence and maps out a web of everyday moments, allowing you entry to his intimate thoughts and feelings. And nothing makes him happier than having you to share them with.
Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who welcomes you home and takes care of you after you’ve been out with friends. He lets you wrap your legs around him as you embrace him like a koala, looking at him with a smeary smile and glossy, intoxicated eyes. “Someone’s happy to see me,” he laughs as he guides you.
He soaks a warm washcloth to gently clear your face of any sweat, because he knows you’d complain about not washing your face before bed. He grabs your toothbrush, slotted in its usual place with his, and opens the seams of your mouth to brush each tooth. You reward him with a frothy, toothpaste-glazed grin. When he’s done, he wipes his thumb across your mouth and plants a chaste peck at the corner of your lips.
Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who is indifferent to birthdays and most holidays, but will relish every opportunity to celebrate them with you. Your birthday is coded into his internal index of important information, secretly circled in red marker on the calendar that hangs on his wall. Even cheesy Hallmark holidays like Valentine's Day have an unprecedented, looming gravity for him.
Your apartment is filled with mementos and gifts he's given you. A shitty birthday card, the ones with corny jokes that play music when you open them, because he knows you find them fun. Ivies and succulents planted on your windowsill, pots with blooming perennials, or the occasional vases with roses. Poloraids time-stamped and named with every place he's taken you, ranging from local diners and restaurants to planned trips on the salt-air coast. Never materialistic but always sentimental and intentional.
Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who is a terrible flirt. His attempts to coax a blush from you range from tooth-rottingly sweet compliments to cheesy, overused pick-up lines. He'll ask you, "Are you made of angel dust? You look heavenly." Or, you’ll be kissing him goodbye on your way to work, while his large frame eases through the doorway, a cheeky smile plastered on his lips as he sighs, “I hate to see you leave, but I love watching you go.” You roll your eyes as you turn back at his very self-satisfied expression.
Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who never officially asks you to move in. After all, it would be presumptuous of him to assume you’re as ready as he is to handle the reins of domesticity. Instead, every visit brings a mounting assortment of items: an extra toothbrush at his place and one at yours; his well-loved shampoo and soaps in your shower; his favorite mugs now lining your cabinet. So it isn't until you wake up one morning, his head nuzzled into your neck and spooning you for the sixth time this week, that you decide to ask. “Jay, why don’t we just get our own place?”
His sea-colored eyes flutter open, lashes tickling your jaw, and you feel his smile through the nape of your neck. And without hesitation, as if he was waiting for the question, he responds, "I think that's a really good idea."
a/n: this is unofficially dedicated to the sweet anon who was interested in a part two. it sort of turned into pure domestic fluff lol. hopefully, this cures me of my terrible writer's block.