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Unfit for Duty
Part One: Roy Harper
Napkins on the Table
↳ Major fluff, 4.1K
Roy Harper gets hurt (again), refuses to rest (again), and you come home just in time to stop him from reopening his stitches while making grilled cheese.
Part Two: Dick Grayson
Official Champion of the Gotham Fun Run
↳ Fluff, suggestive content, 4K
Dick did a flip. He landed wrong. Now he’s milking his injury for all it’s worth - blankets, snacks, remote-control foot acrobatics, and a truly unreasonable amount of pouty charm. Good thing you’re in love with him.
Part Three: Wally West
The Boy Who Cried Sick
↳ Fluff, not-quite smut, 3.2K
Wally West is dying. Or so he claims. Which works - until your poor, sick boyfriend starts grinning mid-cough and getting a little too handsy for someone allegedly on death’s door.
Part Four: Jason Todd
Gotham Drawl: Effective Under Duress
↳ Aggressive fluff, 3.7K
Jason Todd has faced death, war, and worse - but a nasty case of the flu might be his greatest nemesis yet. Refusing to rest, he suits up in pyjamas and a helmet for a late-night patrol … only to beef it on a rooftop and get ratted out by Damian.
Drabbles
Crime lord!Jason Todd (18+)
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Jason Todd
Cut and Run
↳ Angst, fluff, hairdresser!reader, 141K
In a city like Gotham, information is currency. And you've made a career out of getting people to talk.
Not by force. Not with threats. Just a salon chair, a mirror, and the kind of silence that makes people fill it with secrets. Affairs. Deals. Who’s moving into which block. Who’s gone missing. Who’s about to.
You’re not a vigilante. You don’t wear a mask. You just know when something’s about to crack - and lately, Gotham’s been humming like a live wire.
And you weren’t supposed to matter. Not to anyone.
And especially not to the man who just blew up a bar because you said it gave you a bad feeling.
When winter breaks
↳ Christmas fic, 5+1, 87k
If there’s a heaven for someone like him, it has to feel like this - your fingers on his face, your voice in his ear, and the fierce, undeniable fact that you came back for him.
Five times Jason Todd meets you, and one time you meet him.
Dick Grayson
The Late Edition (18+)
↳ Fluff, angst, smut, journalist!reader, 138K
In 1980s New York, the headlines change faster than the subway lights.
You're a rookie journalist chasing a story that no one else believes - tall tales of a masked man in electric blue leaping from rooftops, showing up at crime scenes before the cops, disappearing like smoke.
But when a chance encounter turns into an off-the-record interview, you're pulled into something bigger than just a scoop.
Because Nightwing isn’t just a rumour. He’s real. And he’s not the Boy Wonder anymore.
omg how did you finish cut and run so fast? bcs like i don't check the jason todd/reader tag on ao3 as much as I do other characters but usually i'd notice a fic like yours before it's done and like. you did all 141k words in basically a month? do you have advice or a writing process or did you do preparation before publishing or smth?
Hiii nonnie
Two fold answer:
First, I did write a decent chunk before publishing - that fic was my first big fic I ever published and it was mostly a labour of love that I ended up wanting to publish
Second, and more importantly, I was majorly unemployed lol so I had a lottt of free time!
Would not recommend, but that's the truth of it :')
Some douchebag influencer decides to challenge one of the Waynes to an MMA fight, and he goes with Tim.
Big public announcement, making a big deal of it, mockingly suggesting the Waynes can donate the proceeds to charity, so long as Tim gets in the ring with him, and people are like, Tim? Tim Drake-Wayne, smallest of Bruce Wayne's kids, so baby-faced he looks like a high-schooler even in his early twenties Tim? And there's a huge kerfuffle, people calling the influencer out for going after someone way smaller than him, being a coward by not picking Bruce Wayne or even Dick Grayson, and people egging him on to beat up Bruce's 'girliest' kid and betting Tim will back down and "Daddy Wayne will just bring out the lawyers".
And then Tim says "yeah sure". And yes he DOES set it up so that the proceeds will go to the Neon Knights program, thank you very much, and he doesn't really hype up the fight or seem that worried about it online, and the influencer is talking constant shit and posting videos of him training to get ready to "beat little Timmy's ass", and he keeps trying to goad Tim online but the most he gets in response is Tim going "k".
The day of the fight, the venue is packed, the whole Wayne clan is there to cheer Tim on, medics are on stand-by for when Tim gets badly hurt, and everyone is So Ready for This. And the influencer is a big guy who's in shape, and he's won a few fights already, and Tim looks itty bitty next to him, but also he's a lot more fit than people were expecting? Like he's got more scars than people expected (which was zero) and he's got good muscle tone, and he squares up like an actual fighter, but he's still way smaller than the other guy.
Then the bell rings and Tim wipes the fucking floor with the influencer. He's fast and ruthless, and the influencer gets maybe two hits in before Tim is in his space and climbing him, locking his legs around the guy's neck and throwing him to the ground with his momentum. The fight is fast, which people expected, but it's because Tim hammers the guy and takes him down before he knows what's happening, which people did NOT expect.
Afterwards, people are trying to break down the fight and figure out what the FUCK happened, and one retired MMA fighter admits he pretty much knew it was going to turn out like this.
"Bullshit," the other commentator goes. "Bullshit! How could you have possibly known that Bruce Wayne's kid was a fighter like that?"
"One," the guy says, grinning, "the kid's a Gotham native. Gotham natives fight tooth and nail, even the richer ones. Two, he's said before in interviews that he took self-defense classes as a kid."
"Oh bullshit, plenty of kids take karate classes growing up-"
"Yeah, but 'plenty of kids' don't have a non-meta kid sidekick running around their city. You know how Star City has some of the best youth archery classes in the country? And how that came about after Speedy came on the scene?"
"Oh my god," the other commentator mutters. "Drake's a fucking Robin fanboy, isn't he."
The retired fighter grins wider. "Is he ever. So he's been taking self-defense and martial arts classes from a young age. Then he got taken in by Bruce Wayne, who's first son was raised as a world-class acrobat before Wayne took him in, and since then he's become an Olympic gold medalist for gymnastics, and now he's Tim's big brother.
"And the piece de resistance," the fighter says gleefully, "head of Wayne Enterprises R&D and close personal friend of Bruce Wayne is Lucius Fox, who's daughter briefly dated Tim and who's oldest son is Luke motherfuckin' Fox, one of the best MMA fighters I've ever seen."
"Oh my god," the other man repeats.
"So on top of learning martial arts for years, that's two people directly in Tim's circle who are top-tier athletes, who I'm damn sure wouldn't have let him in that ring without knowing how to handle his shit."
"...So Brad's lucky he made it out of that ring with all his bones intact."
Warnings: PTSD/trauma references, references to Jason's death and resurrection, violence and murder mentions, sexual content (oral, marking, power dynamics)
Word Count: 1.6k
crime lord!Jason Todd who is called the prince of gotham's underworld - not because he's graceful or merciful or even particularly cruel - but because everything he touches kneels to him eventually. Because he earned everything he has, inch by inch, in blood and grit and the kind of cold, methodical brutality that doesn't blink when someone begs. Because he remembers what it's like to kneel to someone else - the plead and pray and wait for help that never comes. So now he plays God.
crime lord!Jason Todd who hates that title, because prince suggests lineage and legacy, and Jason has everything but that. Because prince implies a father, and he almost had one. He remembers the first night he stood at the edge of the abyss of stone and shadow and thought that his story was changing, remembers the weight of the suit. Remembers when Bruce approved of his actions.
He also remembers the warehouse. The crowbar. The bomb ticking down to zero. He remembers calling out for his dad to break every rule he ever had and come tearing through the door. Princes inherit. Princes are protected. Princes are avenged. He almost had lineage. And that makes it worse.
crime lord!Jason Todd who doesn't bother with the suits or the jewellery. Lets others don silk and polish and diamond cufflinks. He'll stick to the leather gloves and combat boots, guns strapped to his thighs. The one shine he'll wear is blood, the only symbol that matters is the one on his back, sewn in red. He doesn't need to prove power with glittering displays. It's enough that everyone stops breathing when he walks into the room.
crime lord!Jason Todd who runs his empire like a military operation. All efficiency and fallback plans. He trains his people like soldiers, and punishes like a general. Every warehouse, port, back alley safehouse is mapped, catalogued and monitored. Because chaos, he learned, kills you. Because no one came for him when everythng was burning and we won't let that happen to the people under his watch.
crime lord!Jason Todd who doesn't know if he's doing the right thing. Who sometimes, in the quiet before dawn, sits on the edge of his bed, head in hands, and wonders: Am I the one who's wrong?
Wonders if he is saving Gotham, or just rewriting its sins in his own handwriting. Because the criminals fear him; the innocents never see him; and Bruce still looks at him like a body he can't bury. He wants it to all be necessary, for the ends to justify the means, for Gotham to need a sword, not a symbol. But sometimes he wakes up gasping, thinking of a child in a cape who believed in mercy. Who thought maybe, just maybe, he could be good.
crime lord!Jason Todd who has everything he could ever want but is still so fucking lonely. He has an empire. A name that opens doors and shuts mouths. He has territory, loyalty, money, power. But everyone he ever loved fear him - and he can't blame them.
crime lord!Jason Todd who doesn't touch you for weeks after you meet. Who can slit a throat without flinching, who can curl his fingers into a stranger's face and crack bone like knuckles in the winter. Who pulls a trigger with a steady pulse and doesn’t lose sleep over the echo. But who flinches when your fingers brush his sleeves too gently; his hands hanging useless at his sides any time you stand close enough that he can feel the warmth of your body through his shirt.
Because he's afraid his hands won't know the difference between restraint and ruin. Because your throat and the trigger. He thinks about touching your cheek once and the image of blood on his knuckles flashes so vividly that he steps back like you burned him.
“You don’t have to be afraid of me,” you tell him gently.
He almost laughs. He isn't afraid of you. He's afraid of what marks he might leave behind.
crime lord!Jason Todd who buys you things you don't ask for. Not flowers or jewellery. Instead: a building - the one down the block from your apartment. He renovates it before you know it's his: new facade, soundproof windows, a rooftop garden planted in your favourite colours. A rare book, out of print and impossible to find. It arrives in a plain box with no note, but when you look inside you find small scraps of paper with the thoughts he was too careful to stain the pages with. A vintage coat, perfectly your size, hanging on the back of his chair one night like it's always belonged to you. A ceramic dish in your favourite shade that shows up in your kitchen after he spends the night.
A building on your block, a rare book, a vintage coat, a ceramic dish in your favourite shade. He leaves the receipts unsigned, but every one is an investment, not a gift. Not because he's generous, but because he wants the world to bend around to make you comfortable.
Jason who cannot control the past or what happened to him in the warehouse or Bruce's silence or the way Gotham rots from the inside out. But he can control this. He can make sure your rent never rises. He can make sure the streetlights outside your door never flicker out. He can shape the world around your comfort. You accuse him of spoiling you. He tells you they aren't gifts, they're investments.
crime lord!Jason Todd who likes the ritual of being undressed. Likes when your fingers go for the gloves first. Soft leather, molded to the shape of him. You work one off slowly, brushing each knuckle. Sometimes, when he’s still riding the high of blood and adrenaline, you take one between your teeth - tug it slow - and when the glove comes free, your lips are stained rust-dark at the edge.
Next comes the gun. You check the chamber, flick the safety, unload it with practised ease and tuck it into the velvet-lined drawer he had installed for you. The knife at his ankle. The spare rounds at his belt. The secondary holster under his arm. Every time you toss a weapon aside, his hands find you. Palms wide at your hips. Thumbs tracing slow circles into your waist. Each piece of him dismantled by your hands.
crime lord!Jason Todd who asks you to get a tattoo for him. Doesn't say where, doesn't say what, simply says "something that's mine, please". You expect him to smirk. To clarify with something crude or cocky. But he doesn’t - he just swallows hard and looks at you like it’s killing him to ask. You say yes, of course. How could you not?
When you finally show him - lifting your shirt just enough to reveal the small red bird tucked beneath your ribcage - he stops breathing and sinks to his knees. His hands hover before they touch. He traces the ink with reverent fingers. Then his mouth follows, pressing against your skin like he’s memorising it.
"You’ll wear me forever now," he murmurs, voice thick. "Even if I don’t make it. Even if this ends messy. You’ll still have me."
Crime lord!Jason Todd who's fucked people before - a lot, probably - but never like this. Who is used to drunk, sharp, fleeting attachments to fill time or silence. He never needed to kill them, never needed them to look at him.
But with you? He can hardly wait to get into the hallway of your apartment - he doesn’t make it past the office door - before he’s already crowding you against the wall, mouthing at your collarbone, pressing his forehead to your chest, trying to catch his breath like he's already had you and he still isn't close enough.
Jason who talks a big game - tells you he's gonna fuck you hard, that he wants it to be messy, that he's fantasised about seeing you wrecked - tears in your eyes, marks on your thighs, begging through bitten lips. But who whimpers the first time you're on your knees for him - one hand tangled in your hair, the other braced uselessly against the wall; his head tipped back, throat bared, pulse hammering. And when he finally slips between your pretty, dripping lips - his knees buckle. Who ends up slow every time because he wants it to last, because he needs to remember it. Who likes it more when you're the one who leaves marks - when your teeth catch his neck, when your nails drag over his back, when he can stand in front of a mirror the next morning and see the proof of you on his skin: purple blooms, red scrapes, crescent moons where you held on too tight.
crime lord!Jason Todd who still wakes up sometimes to the sound of a ticking clock. Who sits bolt upright in the dark, breath shallow, heart hammering, convinced for half a second that he's back on concrete floors with smoke in his lungs and blood in his mouth. Until he feels hands pulling him out before the panic fully sets in. Your hands. You don't ask what he saw, don't tell him it was just a dream, don't flinch when he curls his fingers into your wrists too hard. Jason, who once begged the universe for help and was met with fire and silence; Jason, who built an empire so he would never kneel again - finds himself clinging to you in the dark, shaking in a way he would never allow anyone else to see.
And for the first time in his life, when he reaches out -
someone answers.
AN: Been struggling to write fics recently so trying out something new! Let me know if you like this style, get inspired, or if you want me to write out any of the drabbles into a full fic <3
i just wanted to say your cut and run fic is soooo good; genuinely one of the best fics i’ve ever read😭🤍! i loved your characterization of jason (truly the best i’ve seen), but also reader. when reading x reader fics, i sometimes feel like the reader lacks personality or the general qualities that makes humans, human. i understand that authors do this so you can easily self-insert yourself into the fic, but it makes the reader feel alien-like and like a shell of a person that you are incapable of filling.. even though that’s the point of the fic, yk?
i loveeeee the personality you give your readers; they truly feel human with their own wants, desires, and interests; i loved how we were chefs in “when winter breaks,😭” it made me think about the food i serve to the people i love in my life. and the familial issues reader faces in both of ur jason fics, the hyper independence, abandonment issues, the uncomfortability with showing affection, etc. ofc it’s personal preference but i love being exposed to the new perspectives!
how do you go about writing your reader? or rather, how do you let their personality shine but allow space for a person to insert themselves into the fic? also as a general question, do you have any jason x reader fic recommendations? tysm for writing😽🫰
Ooh boy don't get me started nonnie!! I've actually struggled a lot with this because I understand people read x reader fics to put themselves into the world, and it's a fine line between giving the character personality and it just actually being an OC without a name. I personally really believe to write a good love story both characters need to have their own wants and issues, and so I physically have to build lives around my reader-insert characters otherwise I find it falls too flat.
For me at least, I try and design the reader insert character to fit the story I want to tell. So I focus in on a few specific details that make sense for the romance arc i.e. the reader's family in Cut and Run is important as it reinforces her trust issues, and then leave other things like appearance or fashion style very non descript.
But also I fear I can be accused of OC'ing my reader characters aha so perhaps I'm not the best authority on finding the balance!
Ahh sorry this is getting so long! I'm shite at keeping a log of fics I like cause I forget that there's no record of what you kudos, but some authors I really like on AO3 are Morveren, Lattebiscuit and Dizarys!
This is not Jason Todd-centric, but I just read Missed Connections by Evelle90 which is Bruce Wayne x reader and that was soooo delicious.
Atm I've mostly been reading general Batfam fics (and Timkon, sue me) so if anyone wants any of those recs I'd be happy to provide!
I had found your jason fic Cut and Run on ao3 and of my god that must have been the most amazing fic I have ever read ever. It was so thoroughly written and the evolution was such a perfect slow burn. Both characters had such good character building and chemistry. It’s the kind of tic you look for in ever other fic. Your writing is extraordinary and i’ll be so excited if you write for Jason again!
-Star
Hi Star!!
This is so sweet! Cut and Run is actually my baby - it's the fic that I go back and reread the most haha
Also if anyone ever wants to message me with ideas I can't promise I'll follow through but I'm always looking for inspiration <3
I’ve been in such a severe fic drought and just stumbled onto cut and run and clicking onto your ao3 only to find you have more FINISHED fics???
I love it, I love you, thank you for feeding me in my time of need. Your writing style is so clever and engaging I’m planning on spending the whole rest of my weekend devouring your work 💕💕💕
Ahhh thank you sooo much!! I hope you enjoy <3
I've been obsessively playing Stardew Valley instead of writing lol but hoping to get some more stuff out soon!
I just wanted to say "when winter breaks" was such a sweet holiday treat. I couldn't bring myself to read ch 5 before ch 6 came out bc my friend told me it was too sad, and she was right bc I sobbed. The end of ch 5 feels like "Merry Christmas, Please Don't Call" by Bleachers and ch 6 feels like "Merry Christmas, i miss you" by Alex Crichton. It was such a beautiful story, happy holidays! ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡
Omg the idea that you are talking about my fics with other people is actually blowing my mind :,)
Absolutely love that musical pull - I might have to go reread my own work whilst listening hehe
