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Lance Winchester is a take no bullshit guy who owns his own diner with his childhood friends. One night he stumbles across a scene and walks away with a …
Date Published: 5/17/2022
The Night is Mine (Male!Reader x Jason Todd)
Fanfiction from a big fan … He/him, writing for male readers x male characters. Send in some asks or requests! Love to talk about fandoms or my …
Date Published: 5/3/2021
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Lance Winchester is a take no bullshit guy who owns his own diner with his childhood friends. One night he stumbles across a scene and walks away with a Jason Todd. A Jason who is very unsure of this strange dude but is not complaining. Follow along as the adventure of death-defying (not really) Lance unfolds, staring Becoming a Vigilante 101, Dick, Tim, and Damian being caring siblings, and Jason being a gay edgy emo with a crush.
There is a lot more but rn i dont have much plot written out
Please read tags cause i know there are a lot and i personally dont always like fics if i see lots of tags
Bonus seller: Dick Tim and Damian get called furry clowns
I might make that their group chat name in future plot
Also somehow I have zero memory of posting this and reading the description I was like oh wow, I wrote that?
Fanfiction from a big fan — The Night is Mine (Male!Reader x Jason Todd)
Requested by anonymous for “Hey , do you think it would be a possible to get a Jason Todd x Male reader where reader is Jason’s boyfriend and they have their first time together? Nothing like very smutty! More just the staying overnight and sharing a bed etc. And reader is the first man that Jason has ever loved?“
Jason’s normally so confident. It’s actually kind of sweet to see him all unsure.
But when he leads you up to his apartment his typical smirk and charm is gone and instead he looks at you a little like he’s afraid you’ll sneer at him.
His apartment is pretty sparse, but messy. Jason swears under his breath. “Sorry about the mess. My roommate’s kind of a slob.”
You chuckle and tell him it’s fine.
It’s been a long day. Jason had it off and you spent the whole day together, and it got too dark, and every Gothamite knows you only go out after 10 pm in the worst of emergencies.
So Jason offered to take you back to his place – quick to assure you that you didn’t have to do anything, just to sleep over.
His roommate was visiting his adopted dad in Star City, so the place was empty, but Jason still offered to sleep on the couch.
You told him the bed would work just fine.
You’ve already had dinner while you were out, so all that remains is to wash up and go to bed. Jason offers you some of his sleeping clothes, which are all delightfully big.
You can hear him muttering to himself as you get ready to shower.
Something that sounds like “tonight you can tell him. for sure.”
You leave it alone, showering and then changing into Jason’s clothes.
He takes a quick shower, gulping hard at the sight of you in his shirt and shorts, and returns wearing just a pair of sweatpants.
His body looks incredible, as ever, but right now you’re not lusting over it as you normally would be, you’re instead thinking about how incredibly intimate this little scene feels – how right it feels to be going to bed with Jason
he gasps a little when you cuddle close, lips pressed against his shoulder.
Jason holds you tight and kisses you.
And then you hear, “I need to tell you something.”
“I know it’s our first night, like, together, but… it just feels so nice to have you here. Just thinking about waking up to you is… heaven.”
He sighs. “What I’m trying to say is that… is that I love you. And I haven’t ever felt this way about anyone before.”
You kiss him hard. “I love you too, Jay.”
He laughs as you rest your head on his chest. “Trust me, it’s taking all I have not to ask you to move in with me right now.”
You wink up at him. “Ask me in the morning over breakfast, and we’ll see.”
For the first time in what feels like years, Jason goes to sleep with a smile on his face.
Breathing in (Jason Todd x M!Reader)
Author’s note: It’s been in my to do for so long… so here it is. Jason Todd x Male!Reader, inspired from those aesthetic thing-y, I love those so if you find any good Jason ToddX Reader send them my way, on whatever platform I don’t mind, I feel like I’ve already read every Jason content there is on Tumblr… Anyway, you can find my masterlist here!
Warning: Use of grown up words. 11 y/o+. None other.
The gif and images are not mine they belong to their owner/creator.
You hated the nights. They were always dark and cold and lonely. You lived with two other boys in the small two-bedroom apartment you had in downtown Gotham, and during the night, you often were babysitting Lian, the daughter of your roommate. Your other roommate was your boyfriend.
As strange as it might sound, the two of them were out at night most of the time, and you were the one fathering Lian normally, bringing her to kindergarten, doing activities like grocery shopping with her, drawing, etc. Roy and Jason had a nighttime job, and you didn’t. You had a perfectly reasonable job in a perfectly normal neighbourhood, contrarily to where you were actually living.
“It doesn’t cost a lot. It’s chill really,” had told Jason when he convinced you to live with him and his friend.
The price came with the safety, you though. And safe, you did not feel at all.
You felt like a dad. No, actually, you were a dad. Adoptive to Lian, and the dad!friend to Roy and Jason because boy did those men not know how to survive alone. You did practically everything in the apartment, cleaning, food, washing, raising the kid, paying the rent, making sure nobody died, making sure Jason’s dad wasn’t to come near anyone, or Roy’s mentor. So yeah, you were a dad.
How long did they survive without you or anyone else was a mystery, but because of the two years old living with them, you did not want to know, at all.
Good thing that most of the time, Roy and Jason had a schedule set so that one could stay in the apartment some days or others. To be with you and actually not leaving you alone in the dark of the night.
In all honesty, when Jason came back to the apartment that night, you were sleeping. And he tried his best not to wake you up. Tried was the keyword because that didn’t work. The bent in the bad woke you, and with your eyes still half-closed, you talked. “You’re there already?” though it really sounded more like ‘y’ther’lready?’
“It’s three in the morning, babe…” Jason answered in a low voice. You grumbled (I know that dumbass!) and turned around. Your boyfriend closes the distance that was between you under the sheets, an arm around your waist, hiding his nose in the crook of your neck.
The night was already hot and sticky, and he too was hot and sticky, you groaned. Summer was your least favourite season of the year. You liked it when Jason was cuddly, but the summer was making it hard for you, who had difficulties with hot temperatures, to handle it. Still, you went with the mood.
Jason was rarely cuddly. He didn’t like to talk about it, and you were not to force him to talk to you. If he wanted to talk, he just had to do so. Plus, what he’d told you about him had been enough to give you nightmares for weeks.
When he wasn’t sleeping, or on patrol doing whatever was giving him money, he liked to do activities with Lian and you. Sometimes he would have you have breakfast or supper with Dick (the only one of his brothers he didn’t dispised) on Sunday mornings, but cuddles were rare. Principally because he didn’t like being touched, especially after being brought back from the dead. (That took years for him to tell you that story.)
“You’re too hot,” you slurred under your breath as Jason was scooting closer to your back. He only hummed in your neck, not caring more than he should have.
“Thank you..” he finally said with the hint of a smile in his voice. You huffed, eyes still closed.
“It was a little too much tonight… “Jason added more seriously. You tried to get comfortable, moving your shoulders a little, humming.
“D’you wanna to talk ’bout it,” you yawned. Silence followed. “Or not… d’you tried breathing in?”
He hummed once more, sleepily. You smiled and settle to go back to sleep. You’ll, dad, your boyfriend tomorrow.
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xmalereader · 3 months ago Text Bruce Wayne X Child! Male Reader – || Masterlist || – Authors Note: Here is another shot with the bat family! We’re putting the blame on Dick again because why not? 😌 I also enjoyed writing this, I finished it during work but at least I got distracted with something after finishing up my job! Request: can I request a fanfic where Bruce’s biological son just turned 4 and they are all setting up a birthday party for him and while they’re doing so they keep fucking up decorations (the batboyz) and they start cursing under their breath but baby reader still hears it. After they’re done they start singing happy birthday and Jason asks reader what they wish for and with his big innocent eyes he says “fuck!! ” really loudly and everyone looks at Jason and he’s just like “it wasnt me why is everyone automatically blaming me!?” Bruce just rolls his eyes and thinks reader is trying to say duck so he asks reader if he meant duck but he just shakes his head and keeps saying fuck and then Alfred gives reader a long talk about how that word is really bad Warnings: Fluff, language, reader is a child, soft family moments, bat family, dick Is to blame again. Word count: 1.4K Tags: @1s3v3n1 – – He was suppose to be distracted in his room, playing with his toys and brushing Titus fur along with Alfred the cat. He was suppose to remain in the room until his older brother, Jason, came to get him. The small three, soon to be four, year old boy was sitting on the carpet floor, playing with his toys along with his family dog and cat. Y/n was focused playing with his own toys and placing a loose tie over Titus, who sat in front of him, keeping watch of the child who hums to himself and pranced around his room. Before hearing a commotion on the other side of the door, causing the boy to stop what he was doing and turn his gaze at the closed door. He stays silent, hearing a soft thud and some harsh whispering. The child tilts his head in confusion and approaches the door, both Titus and Alfred the cat walk around him, trying to keep him from leaving the room and trying to pull him back but the child was stubborn like his father and wanted to know what were the noise was coming from. Upon reaching the door knob he twists it open and pulled the door open, stumbling in his little legs as he looks up and down the empty halls. “Let’s go.” He whispers to Titus and Alfred, quietly moving around the hallways and following the sound of his brothers harsh whispers. “—I can’t!” “Damien, I swear to god.” Y/n’s hand grips the tie around Titus, pulling the large dog close to him as he reaches the end of the hallway, peaking down the stairs where he spots his brothers holding colorful decorations and arguing amongst each other. “The sign is suppose to be by the chimney.” Dick exclaims, holding a banner saying, ‘happy birthday’, as he tried to take the ladder back from Damien’s hold. “Grayson.” Damien hissed. “The banner is better above the entrance where Y/n is suppose to enter.” “Does it really matter where it goes?” Tim asks. “Yes!” Both dick and Damien say at the same time before turning back to glare at each other. Tim rolls his eyes, going back to fixing his own part of the decorations. He works on the balloons, blowing them up and tying the string around the end before giving them to Jason to tie down on a small weight. “Just out the banner by the entrance and focus on the rest of the decorations! Bruce will be home soon and I doubt Y/n will stay in his room forever.” Jason reminds the others as Dick grumbled at Damien’s victory grin, snatching the banner from him and moving the ladder to the entrance. “I hope you fucking fall.” Dick says. Damien frowns at him, rolling his eyes and focusing on his own tasks while Jason ties the balloons down. “Dick, help me with the rest of the balloons—“ Y/n giggled to himself, watching his brothers argue with one another. Something he tends to see a lot at home and he’s grown used to it. His brothers were always loud and yelling while Y/n remained a quiet child, only talking whenever he felt like it. Bruce had grown worried for his son after the first two years together, not hearing a single word from the kids mouth caused the billionaire to grow worried, rushing him to see a doctor who let him know that each child was different when it comes to speaking. Y/n was probably late into learning, Bruce would blame himself for his sons verbal situation. It didn’t take long for Alfred to reach him sign language, something that y/n took interest in and began to communicate with his family with his hands. It did take a few more months before he finally started talking, surprising Bruce and his brothers. It all happened during family dinner, after everyone was finished they stayed a little longer to enjoy some desert. Y/n has crawled onto Bruce’s lap, reaching out for the plate of cookies that were far from his reach. Everyone was too busy arguing or talking with each other to pay attention until the child says his first words. “Cookie, please.” The boys didn’t process the words until after Tim slides the plate over. The young child snatching one from the plate and eating quietly while kicking his little legs back and forth. The whole table remained quiet that night as they watched him eat in silence, expecting him to say something again but never hearing that voice again until later that week. After that, y/n had grown used to speaking with his family or signing to them whenever he felt comfortable. “Dick funny.” Y/n tells Titus, the Dane titling it’s head to the side in confusion while the child giggled. He quietly rushed back to his room, closing the door behind him and focusing back on his toys. He sits on his knees and helps Titus remove the tie from around his neck. The child was suddenly full of energy and excitement as he throws himself at Titus, wrapping his arms around his neck and hugging the large dog who sat still, barely moving when the child bounced on him. “Birthday, birthday, birthday!” He chants out in a soft voice, touching Titus’ ears and brushing his fur back. It was only a few minutes before Bruce decide to walk inside the room, a smile on his face as he approached his four year old son. He bends down on one knee to place a hand on his sons head. “Hey Bud,” Bruce whispers. “Ready for your birthday cake?” Y/n’s eyes widen with excitement when he hears the word ‘cake’, turning quickly to hug Bruce and nuzzling his face into his chest. “I want cake.” He mumbled out, causing Bruce to chuckle and pick up his son in his arms. He carried the kid out of his room and downstairs where everyone else was. “Hey! It’s the birthday boy!” Jason is the first to shout as they pop some confetti, surprising the four year old as he claps in happiness. “We got you presents and a cake! Your favorite.” Tim reveals y/n’s favorite cake. The boys eyes grow big as he squirms to sit in front of it. “Calm down.” Bruce laughs, setting Y/n down on the chair while Dick placed a little birthday hat on him, the whole family was there to celebrate the child’s fourth birthday. The room was fully decorated and presents were piled up on a separate table. “Let’s light this bitc—“ “Jason.” Bruce says with a stern voice, glaring at him. “Right.” Jason clears his throat, lighting up the candles. Y/n’s father and siblings stand in front of him, Alfred behind him as they began to sing him happy birthday. Y/n sways his head side to side, singing along too as he stares at the lit up candles in front of him. After his family is done singing it’s Bruce who says. “Make a wish, Y/n.” The rest of his family goes quiet as Y/n stands on his chair, bowling out the candles, probably spitting a little, but still blowing them out. Everyone clapped and cheered, causing Y/n to blush as he too, claps again. “What you wish for?” Tim asks. Y/n smiles widely at Tim. “Fuck!” Tim’s eyes widen, Jason chokes on his spit while Damien grins. Dick looks nervously to Bruce who stood over his four year old with a frown on his face. “Y/n, did you by any chance mean Duck?” Bruce asked but Y/n shakes his head. “I want fuck!” He says again. Jason holds back his laughter until everyone turns to face him with a glare. “What—? Seriously, just because I swear doesn’t mean I taught him. I wouldn’t do that too him!” “Yes Todd, but your more likely to slip up.” Damien provided his point. Jason was always swearing during missions and no was surprised that he would do it at home. Bruce sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Y/n, where did you hear that word?” Y/n was too oblivious to know what was going on. He smiles widely, standing on his chair as he points at Dick. “Fuck! Heard from him.” He confessed, everyone growing tense and turning to face Dick. “Now hold on—!” Dick is quick to defend himself while everyone turned to scold him. Y/n could only hum as he sits on his chair, poking the cake and licking the frosting from his fingers while Alfred cut him a piece and provided him a small lecture of never using that word again. #male reader#Bruce Wayne x male reader#child reader#Bruce wayne#dick grayson x male reader#dick grayson#jason todd x male reader#Jason Todd#tim drake x male reader#Tim drake#Damien wayne#damian wayne x male reader 487 notes · View notes
thebisexualdogdad · 3 months ago Text Jason Todd dating Roy Harper’s brother headcanons (WFA) ● Roy was ecstatic when he found out you and Jason were dating ● “my brother and my best friend? Hell yeah!” ● he has no problem being a third wheel and in fact invites himself on a lot of your dates ● “so what’s the plan for tonight?” ● “well Jay and I were going to check out this new art exhibit-” ● “Ugh another art exhibit can’t we go play laser tag or something?” ● “What do you mean ‘we’?” ● Jason is very much an instigator for yours and Roy’s life long rivalry on who is a better archer ● “you know Roy I once saw Y/N fire off three arrows at the same time and they all hit their target” ● “please I taught him that trick” ● and has Jason let you guys shoot arrows into objects off his head? Yep ● Alfred nearly had a heart attack the time he found Jason on a spinning wheel with you and Roy shooting arrows between his limbs ● Roy also loves to troll Jason ● Jason will come into the batcave thinking it’s you working under the car “hey handsome” ● and Roy just rolls himself out from under the car “hey hot stuff” with a wink ● “Roy! Where’s Y/N?” ● you grinning bringing Roy the wrench he asked for “should I be jealous that you’re hitting on my brother?” ● Jason all flustered “I wasn’t- I thought it was you under there!” ● you and Roy share an apartment so yours and Jason’s alone time often gets interrupted ● Roy causality strolling into your room “Who’s up for some grand theft auto, the video game not the real crime… Jason, where is your shirt? Did you get hot sauce on it again? I told you six packets of hot sauce per taco is too much hot sauce” ● “Roy, get out!!” ● “fine I guess you don’t want some of the nachos I made” ● Jason’s ears perking up “did he say nachos?” ● “seriously Jay??” ● “babe you know he makes the best nachos” #wayne family adventures imagine#dc imagine#jason todd imagine#jason todd x reader#jason todd x male reader#x male reader#Headcanons 552 notes · View notes
n3x0tic · 25 days ago Text Batfam: Male reader being a vigilante in Gotham city Male reader is inspired by Miss Yelan and Miss Ningguang from Genshin Impact. Also, this is a story concept I had worked in like 20 minutes in my head, but I’m unsure wether I’d write it out or not. As a vigilante, you carried an advantage due to you being a meta-human. Your powers consisted of turning invisible, a little speed, and the ability to control translucent like threads at will. Your vigilante persona, V/n, was born from the brutal death of you parents, the dissolution of your family’s assets, and the abandonment of those whom your family ever helped in the past. You began researching everyone your family was acquainted with, only to discovered them to be more than what they portrayed. Your first encounter with the bat family started when the team detected an unusual activity related to gangs within Gotham’s borders. Two member of the team were in patrol, they were none other than Nightwing and Red hood. While the eldest decided to stay and study your moves and intentions, Red hood was quick to confront you in person. They inquired what your purpose was, and the possibility of discussing an alliance was silently spoken, but you waved them off, telling them not to intrude on your business, and it’s better for you to work alone. After that you vanished slowly, blending into the night. Bat family tried for months to decipher how you operated in your line of work.￼ They discovered that you mostly worked gathering information through a well hidden network inaccesible to them, due to the fact that you didn’t utilize tech to gather information. You confronted gangs, and organization working in secret, disturbed their work flow all to maintain peace, valuable information and surprisingly enough, money. What they didn’t know was that your life as a vigilante was a hidden life much like theirs. You were also a businessman, and highly aggressive when it came to business investment and new projects. It was mainly for money, but also it gave you an advantage to you and the company when it came to information. Let us say you drove a hard bargain with intel alone in the table. Batman was particularly enamoured with they way you worked, due to the similarities of working under the night, beating their enemies almost close to death, I guess he saw a bit of him in you, and it wasn’t figuratively speaking, not yet anyways. You as Y/n L/n, an investor, and a bargainer, had a sweet-sour relationship with Bruce Wayne. You weren’t enemies, but it was more of a rivalry. You always swooped in to take business offers from his hands, while also contributed, but that last part came always at a higher price. Thankfully you delivered excellent, and always guaranteeing a sense security and quality when it came to partnerships and exchanges. You also opened many places for those who were abandoned, hated, rejected, and sought out people, all coming from kids, teenagers and adults whom contributed to your cause inspired by you. When you finally decided to have an alliance with the team was when you saved the robins on one of their missions who happened to be at one of your reconnaissance missions on one company you’d had your interest, and saw that they were engaged with some nefarious affairs. They were surrounded and greatly outnumbered, when you suddenly swooped in unnoticed, and with you threads you easily immobilized them. Soon after that they saved you from an explosion after you tried to cover them from an explosion, the impact of such, left you unconscious. That night you were pinned against the wall, as they were aware of your identity to much to their surprise, thankfully, you agreed to team up after thinking for half hour and realizing that in a business man point of view, the intel you’ve gathered alongside with them was an opportunity of expansion and conquering you’ve never imagined. They often invited you to have dinner in the manner as a way of team building exercise and getting to know each-other, but as much to their dismay, you were too much of a business man, and very much alike to Bruce in the sense that you only revealed what was necessary and limited what was important of you as a person, and your hidden investments. You got along with Damien, and Bruce due to your similarities in stoic like personalities. However, to much of their surprise you were good friends with Barbara, who gave you more ample information thanks to befriending her father working in Gotham PD. Although you didn’t want to admit it, sparing with the bat family was exciting, and sparing with Red hood was more thrilling due to you banter and flirting when fighting. You weren’t interested in dating but you couldn’t lie when it came to the Wayne’s attractiveness, they each had some unique traits and qualities that always seemed to peeked your interesting. Even if you may had indulged in some flirting, snarky remarks, and everything that may call their attention, you knew better then to mix business with pleasure, even if the considered you part of the family or even if the body wanted what the body needed so badly. #batfam#x male reader#batfam x reader#batfam x you#batfam x male reader#x reader#dick grayson#dick grayson x male reader#bruce wayne#bruce wayne x male reader#batfam headcanons#jason todd#jason todd x male reader#tim drake#tim drake x male reader#damian wayne#damian wayne x male reader#lgbtq#gay 279 notes · View notes
hadesrise · 10 months ago Text 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗔𝗠𝗦 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗. 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. jason todd x addams!male reader 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. headcanon, typical addams behavior (disturbing thoughts and things, homicides, dark humor, using lethal weapons for fun, etc.), strong language, reader’s a badass vigilante, jason being a simp, dark romance (?), mention of homophobia, mention of torture and death, weapons, the addams family being wholesome, lots of pet names, gothic!reader 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖉𝖊. red as jason, purple as you. 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. i was thinking of fics to write for jason and came up with this… hail, addams! also sais are like your main weapon here. FEM ALIGNED DNI !! Jason’s first meet with you was… amusing to say the least. It’s not much to consider eventful by, but to jason, it’s probably the most and first thing that will stuck with him until his second final breath. You see, he was just casually walking through the streets of gotham in civilian clothes since he only got out of his apartment to buy some light breakfast, so he certainly did not expect to hear shouts and noises of harrassment coming from the alleyway early in the morning. They were spitting such nasty words that Jason grew the urge to investigate, finding at least five men surrounding you, who wasn’t even acknowledging their presence nor the things they said. You were reading a book — which he was sure titled ‘how to kill a serial killer’ — with your back leaned on the concrete wall and completely ignoring their existence. Jason swears he saw a ‘I don’t give a fuck’ sentence above your head. However, knowing what the men are doing is harrassment and absolutely something that shouldn’t be turned a blind eye to, he decides to intervene and began walking towards the commotion. Until one of the men abruptly grabbed the book you were reading to get your attention and also to make fun of you, or it. Jason didn’t even realize what was happening when you quickly grabbed the man’s arm that took your book and twisted it into an odd angle, but he only took a second to process after hearing the man scream, accompanied by horrified noises from his friends. You just casually caught the book that fell from his hand that you twisted before it could hit the ground, as if nothing happened. “Touch my book again and I’ll kill you.” You broke the man’s arm. You fucking broke his arm just because he took your book. And you didn’t care as you went to inspect if there were any scratches or dust on it. The others were now terrified because if you don’t hesitate to break someone’s arm for the sole and only reason of touching your book, then you sure as hell won’t hesitate doing more than that if they mess with you further. So, with one bark of “what?” coming from you immediately had them running away in fear, tail tucked between their legs. Needless to say Jason was utterly amused, and didn’t waste a time to approach and check up on you even though he clearly saw the entire thing. “Your book must be a treasure made of gold if you’re willing to hospitalize someone because of it.” “All books are treasure no matter the genre, mr. stranger.” “I’m Jason Todd.” “(Y/n) Addams. Pleasure to meet you, beau.” You and Jason started spending your time together almost every day since then; watching movies, eating at casual places, taking long night walks, going to mall, drinking coffees at the coffee shop he found around the city, just doing anything you two can. Through those times spent with you, Jason found out you were oddly interested in various types of weapons, whether it be any kinds of knives, blades, guns, baseball bats, brass knuckles, swords, sais, and everything else. It actually surprised him, because you were well-mannered, collected and as graceful as a swan who didn’t look like you’d be into anything as vicious as weapons. He viewed you more as a find-beauty-in-everything type of person and certainly not the quiet-but-dangerous type. Though, Jason didn’t mind as he could share his knowledge and interest in weapons with you without having to worry about seeming like a crazy obsessed person. He’s never been able to do that with anyone, so finding this out had him joyous and somewhat giddy. You even knew about weapons that he didn’t know existed, and this is Jason Todd we’re talking about, but let’s just move on lol After the entire incident, Jason brought you to his apartment — which already happened like, more than tenth times already — to show you his collectibles of weapons that were hidden in his room. You guessed that’s why you two never went there. “Well, this is certainly entertaining. Your collections are beautiful, Jason. I’m not aware why you have to hide it from everyone else to see.” “I’m pretty sure they’ll freak out and think of me like a psycho or something. I also didn’t show you ‘cause I didn’t want you to be stranged out.” “All of humanity are strange and psychopaths in their own ways, beau. If there were such thing as normal, we wouldn’t be humans. You should be prideful of what you have, nevermind those who judges, pretending to be god.” Jason smiles. You have mesmerizing ways to utter what’s in your mind, always speaking so confidently and gracefully yet casually. You present yourself in such elegant, exquisite, classy manners that no rich people could. It’s exactly what he enjoys about you. You had also found out that, despite his bad boy energy and sort of reputation, Jason likes reading books, and they’re not even the genres that bad boys would take a glance at. It explains the shelf piled with books, some new and some old that almost seemed like he’s had them since he was a teen. He also liked to read poetry, which you were ecstatic at, prompting you to lead him towards the library you always visit to read a book together. You both wordlessly agreed to do this on a regular basis whenever you meet up and want a quiet time among yourselves, knowing neither of you has to hold back your passion and love for books just to please the other. Having similar tastes and interests immediately connected you and Jason, becoming somewhat inseparable whenever you’re together, allowing you to understand each other without words being uttered or exchanged. Jason was easily comfortable with you due to your maturity and the ability to understand things most people don’t, as you were with him. The differences were clearly there — Jason was snarky, short-tempered, easy to anger, sort of flirtatious, and held extreme rage against all humanity, while you were more calm, collected, immensely patient, courteous, thoughtful, and almost the epitome of peace. But they’re the things that made you fit so perfectly well together like a puzzle rather than being hateful of each other. It’s as if you’re what’s keeping him to the ground as he is of you. Not like Jason knew, but when you’re an Addams, having dark, twisted sense of humor and being homicidal is pretty much inevitable. It isn’t a big surprise that you were one. He often hears you muttering the most disturbing matters or thoughts, and at first he was concerned for your well-being and looked for signs that may have caused you to be… deranged, but as time passes by with no signs, he figured it’s just the way you are. Jason found it rather amusing anyway. Now, he’s just entertained whenever you utter them and would sometimes join you in on dark humor. Getting to the family matters… You and Jason talked a lot about them — specifically yours only — and you told him about your unbelievably and deeply in love parents, adorable but deadly siblings, uncle Fester and the entire thing that happened, cousins, traditions, ancestors, and other more. “—And my great-uncle Imar, he was buried alive. I remember being thrilled when mother and father first told me about him. Being buried alive is such a wonderful experience, my sister Wednesday has been digging a grave ever since I’ve mentioned it to her.” “Oh, yeah? Being buried alive is cool and all, but I’m more of a great-aunt Calpurnia fan. Nobody can be as brave as her to dance naked in the town square and enslave the minister.” “You have such great taste, Jason.” “I know, (Y/n).” He absolutely loves your ancestors and family. When it comes to his, though… Jason was hesitant to tell you about them, specially Bruce, but also because of his secret identity slash alter ego as Red Hood. Telling you about his family means he would have to reveal all the secrets as well, including his death and resurrection, and that’s not something he’s ready to do just yet. You didn’t deserve to know all the horror he’s been through, knowing you and your compassion. He doesn’t want you to carry the burden of knowing his sufferings. But he also didn’t want you to think he doesn’t trust you by not telling his side of family. However, all you ever did was look at him with soft eyes when you sensed his discomfort and reluctance, gently placing a comforting hand on his shoulder to squeeze it reassuringly. “Never speak of something you are not ready yet to reveal, beau. It’s okay. You can tell me when you’re ready.” Never had he met someone so understanding it made his heart swell. And as he stares into your beautiful (e/c) eyes, he couldn’t help but realize he’s utterly, deeply, in love with you. Well, shit. That took a fucking turn. What is he supposed to do now? You’ve been best friends for two years already, he doesn’t want to fucking ruin it with his feelings. And you’re not even the one to do romance, even if you witness your parents doing it everyday. It was just not in your vocabulary. Jesus, Todd. Get yourself together. And he fucking didn’t. Jason didn’t get a hold of himself, so it ended up in him avoiding you without meaning to. He wasn’t ignoring you, but neither did he pay attention to you either. He stopped spending time with you frequently, making excuses that he has something important to do, putting on his Red Hood helmet and patrolling every day just to avoid your presence. The amount of time you spent together lessened and lessened, but you always updated or sent him messages to keep in check. Until his phone abruptly stopped receiving notifications. He knew it would happen one day, that you will get tired of him and realize he wasn’t worth your effort or time, but it happened quicker and earlier than Jason had expected, so he can’t help but feel his heart break as his throat burned. It’s his fault for neglecting you, but still, it hurt. Five days passed since you stopped messaging him and Jason found himself still checking his phone just in case, only to drop it on his bed with a sigh when it doesn’t bring up a notification. He would go on patrol more frequently than he used to for distraction, just wanting to get you out of his mind, but it was causing him to be rough and reckless unconsciously— something that even his family noticed. So, it was inevitable that he’d slip up and make a mistake on one of his missions. Bruce was reluctant on sending him to this mission as it involved the Joker and Jason was practically in an unstable condition from how easily he snapped at people, but if he didn’t, another heated argument would have sparked between them again and he was already getting tired of that. However, when the Joker manages to taunt Jason and push his buttons enough to have him start fighting recklessly, Bruce knew he shouldn’t have assigned it to his second oldest son. His recklessness and easy-to-anger attitude got himself a stab and bullet wound, quite deep ones that prevented him from moving any further. Joker was standing in front of him with a gun in hand and knife in the other, looking down on him just like he used to before. Just as Jason braced himself for the gun shot to fire, a sai suddenly came into view and stabbed Joker on his hand, making him drop the gun and yell out in pain. Jason looked at where the sai came flying from and saw an unfamiliar yet somehow familiar figure with a mask calmly strotting towards him, one hand twirling a sai, presumably the pair of the one that was thrown. Pulling the weapon roughly out of the manic-laughing Joker’s hand, he yelled in pain before getting his gut kneed by the person, knocking the air out of his lungs. While Joker was busy coughing and wheezing, the person quickly takes out a smoke bomb and threw it on the ground to activate, black smoke filling the place. Without being given the time to process, Jason was immediately pulled by the person to flee from the scene while the Killer Prince of Clown is distracted, confusion rising in his mind why this unknown person was helping him. However, all his questions were answered when the person took off their mask after settling him on a rooftop. You didn’t hesitate to show him your face despite still being dressed in that vigilante suit of yours in all your glory. Even though you should be mad at him for ditching and eventually ghosting you, deep concern laced your expression as you examine his whole body, anger or resentment nowhere to be seen. You were just… completely you. And then, it clicked in his mind — you already knew about him being Red Hood. He isn’t sure when or how long, it just clicked in his mind because of how oddly calm you were at the situation by hand. He also realizes you’ve been following him and had figured beforehand that there’s a chance he’d mess up, due to the fully stacked first aid kit laying on the side of the rooftop you brought him. Silence filled the air as you began to treat his wounds, an excruciatingly painful process in which you had to gauge the bullet out of his skin that had him groaning and yelling in pain. After the bullet was gone, you immediately went onto cleaning the blood off and the wound, along with the one caused by knife, before wrapping almost exaggerated amount of bandages around his body. Jason can’t stop staring at you the entire time you were treating him, his helmet resting on his side. (because it made him trouble breathing, totally not because he was planning something) “You had me worry so much there, Jason. Why were you fighting that way? I was aware you can be reckless at times, but this is—” He cut you off by pressing his lips on yours. Heart beating rapidly against his chest, worry clouded his mind at the possible rejection, but it quickly vanished when he felt you kissing back as gently and carefully as possible not to hurt his busted lip. “I must say I was quite furious at you even though I practically saved your life, but this dissolves it.” “I’m sorry, (Y/n).” “Take me out on a date and I might give you forgiveness.” That’s how you two ended up together, with Jason taking you on a peaceful and romantic date at a restaurant that matched your dark goth aesthetic. Speaking of dark goth aesthetic, Jason absolutely adores your fashion sense. It’s a classic old-fashioned goth style that fit your body perfectly well, sometimes you’d also wear modern type, though he saw it only about four times. Silver and black rings can be seen adorning your fingers — nails painted black — all the time, along with bracelets wrapped around your wrists and gothic necklace on your neck. He found out they were given to you by your parents, who were quick to notice your interest in jewelries. Once, Jason gave you a gothic style necklace with a letter ‘J’ pendant on your birthday and you’ve been wearing it ever since, replacing the one that you had. You never took it off, viewing the necklace as practically a proof that you belong to him as much as he belongs to you (it was a pair with his having the first initial of your name as pendant), and it actually became one of your treasure that no one aside from Jason is allowed to touch. We all know what will happen if anyone tries to LMAO Nothing really changed between you two after finally getting together, being both best friends and soulmates at the same time. The only thing changed was that he didn’t patrol alone now; he had you by his side always watching his back. Jason also found himself not worrying about your safety as much as he did before, as he knew you can handle any criminals from how badass, ass-kicking, well-trained vigilante you are. Though, since you got together, the all black clothing and aesthetic of yours seems to mix with one certain color; red. He finds it in most random things — your bookmark, one of your accessories, one of your long sleeved button-up shirts, one of your weapons; it’s just anywhere in your belongings even though black still covered the majority of them. “Hey, baby?” “Yes, mon amour?” “Why do I see red in some of your things? I mean, I ain’t complaining but you don’t like bright colors.” “So you haven’t noticed. Red is your colour, darling. I would always have it with me. Besides, it isn’t as bright as pastels and mix in well with black. Also reminds me of our blood, but that’s just the minority of my reasons.” Jason’s heart swelled with love and pride. He didn’t stop kissing and hugging you the entire day. RED AND BLACK AESTHETIC BOYFRIENDS. People always stare at you two because wow, there’s a badass, awesome, classy-looking goth and a hot guy radiating off bad boy energy walking around the streets of Gotham with intertwined hands and matching sunglasses, how could they not stare? It’s obvious you’re boyfriends and some people gives you that nasty, disgusting looks upon seeing your intertwined hands which alone screams homophobia. You and Jason deal with it by rubbing it in their faces, being lovey-dovey and romantic, doing unnecessary amount of touching, calling each other every pet names you could come up with, and showing lots of PDA until they stop being such stupid assholes. Though, most people you came across were genuine sweethearts and kind-hearted, who only ever smiled or stared with a soft look when they see you two, probably happy and relieved that a gay couple is getting comfortable to walk around together. Some of them would even approach just to give you and Jason compliments, like how good you look together, how awesome your outfit is, how you two are literally the coolest couple they have ever seen. Jason was glad they approached solely for the purpose of complimenting your relationship and not to spit nasty slurs, because the least he wants when you two have a date is to get in a fight and could possibly be arrested for public disturbance and physical assault. Growing up watching your parents’s romance blossom all your life definitely shaped your love language into that of theirs, wherein you would praise Jason in such poetic ways, whisper love thoughts in his ear, and touch him with gentle hands like how your parents does. You treat him like a treasure, like he’s the most precious thing you’ve ever seen, and Jason finds himself loving it more than he thought he would. Meanwhile, Jason’s love language is physical (or any kind for that matter) affection and quality time. You find it adorable because he can’t keep his hands to himself and always either holding your hand or touching you despite being the ‘big bad wolf’ as he views himself to be. For a man with such rage and resentment towards the world, he’s the biggest softy when it comes to you and would throw everything away if he gets to be with you everyday 24/7. You definitely exchanged some weapons at least once or more. There’s no way in hell you didn’t. And you also definitely gave each other newly bought weapons on your anniversary as a gift, Jason’s being guns and yours being sais. There’s a newly added shelf in Jason’s apartment for you to place your things there so you don’t have to bring them every time you come over. The shelf is, of course, painted black and actually shaped like a coffin to further show gothicness. Pictures of you together mostly decorated your shelf in black frames, along with a bunch of skulls and ancient crystal ball that your mother gave you. There’s also black roses and few of your favorite books; Frankstein by Mary Shelley, a book of Edgar Allan Poe’s classic stories, and We have always lived in the castle by Shirley Jackson. Also, at one point, Jason was convinced his boyfriend’s a witch because when he got badly injured one day, you took out some mysterious ingredients stored in potion bottles and mixed them in to create what seemed like an antidote before rubbing it gently on his wounds, and they magically healed like three days later. He wouldn’t stop pestering you about it for a whole month, oddly excited of the possibility that you might be a witch since your ancestors had a history of witchcrafts. “I was just taught by my grandmother how to create antidotes on emergencies, chéri. It’s nothing serious.” “But you could be a witch!” “Being a witch is more than just making antidotes, my dear Jason.” “But you could still be a witch, I stand my point.” Your grandmother also may or may not have taught you how to hex and curse people as well as how to use tarot cards, but he doesn’t need to know that. Telling you about his fall-out and rekindle with Bruce, his torture and death and resurrection, as well as what he went through as a child took Jason two years in the relationship and four years since he met you. It didn’t bother you at all, knowing the trauma he endured isn’t easy to talk about, letting him play with your hands for comfort. He also told you about the criminals he killed and the thirst of vengeance and blood whenever Joker’s mentioned. You stayed silent the whole time that worried Jason; you usually uttered comforting words whenever you noticed him troubled. But now, you were just silent even after he finished his story that had him think it might’ve been too much to take in. However, when he looked at you fearfully, his eyes immediately widened upon witnessing the utmost rage and murderous look on your face. His boyfriend, who is almost impossible to anger or lose control of emotions, was fucking shaking with rage. Your self-control was impressive; you wanted so fucking bad to brutally torture and kill Joker, but knowing Jason needs you, pushed down the dark desire and pulled him into a tight embrace instead. You whispered words of comfort and encouragement and reassurance to him, yet your voice betrayed you as it was low, and dark, and just didn’t have the usual calm tone you had. The next day, it was announced on Gotham City news that the Joker was sent to Arkham Asylum by an unknown vigilante, severely and brutally beaten by crowbar with all his nails pulled out and obvious signs of mild yet intense torture. “Hey, baby? Take a look at this.” “Well, well… What a wonderful news. I believe he should’ve been killed, though. The nails, broken bones and cut off tongue aren’t enough for him.” “…They never said he got his tongue cut off, sweetheart.” “Oh.” He smirked and kissed you hard, absolutely proud of what you did. Meeting your family was an extraordinary experience for Jason. Your parents, Gomez and Morticia, easily accepted and welcomed him into the family, thrilled that their son finally had someone to love. They’re always accepting, as you had told Jason. He got to see their romance that you often talked about and can’t help but notice you inherited both of their romantic side that he oh so loves. Your siblings, Wednesday and Pugsley, were adorable to say the least even though Wednesday was quite terrifying for a girl. She actually likes Jason and initiated a conversation that she never did before with others, even referring to him as ‘big brother’ at the end of the day that had Jason grinning from ear to ear. He knew Wednesday didn’t like people and was basically an anti-social, homicidal maniac, so seeing her grow attached to him felt like he saved the whole world and was given a blessing. Pugsley, on the other hand, was totally amazed by him and threw him like, thirty questions about Red Hood. Apparently, Jason’s his favorite vigilante. Watching you and your family interact was amusing as you were all funny without even trying, specially that time when you, Jason and your parents were having casual conversations in the dining table and Wednesday came walking past the four of you with mace in hand. Morticia had stopped talking to ask her “Is that for your brother?” and when Wednesday nodded, she extended her hands to you with palms up as you pulled a large axe from the set of woods on the ceiling and handed it to your mother, Morticia giving it to Wednesday with a “That’s better” said. It happened so casually that Jason didn’t think much of it until he realized what just occurred and had to keep himself from laughing. Your family’s so cool and awesome he was thankful to be considered as one, already loving every single member. He now had a new family and can’t wait to introduce you to his, nevermind the hesitance due to his annoying brothers. Overall, you two are just utterly and madly in love despite your disturbing, homicidal mindset and his… well, Jason Todd attitude, and would do literally anything to ensure each other’s safety. You would kill for each other, even destroy the world, and nothing will be able to ruin what you have. 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