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How Could You?! Jason Todd x Reader – midnights-song
See, it was no secret to you that Jason was Red Hood. He had saved you a few times from being mugged on the dark Gotham streets, and you in turn …
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Date Published: 6/16/2022
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Welcome — Nightmare (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)
Can you do a Jason Todd x reader where Jason has a nightmare and hurts the reader and he feels super guilty about it (it was an accent and he …
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Date Published: 11/13/2021
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Won’t Go Down Slow (Jason Todd x Reader) – I’ll Write It Myself
Joker seems unsatisfied by your lack of reaction because he pulls out a remote and hits a button. Your body convulses as you scream in pain.
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Date Published: 10/9/2022
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BatBoys x Reader – Jason Todd x Fighting – Wattpad
You wish he would speak up and talk about his feelings sometimes. The window to your left opened slightly for a few moments, and then slammed down harshly.
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Date Published: 1/29/2021
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Not Here, Not Now – Jason Todd x Reader
Jason never hurt you, even in his angriest. He never, ever, aimed his fist, a breakable item, or anything at you. It was always at the wall or …
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Date Published: 10/6/2021
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Can you do a Jason Todd x Reader one shot where he…
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Date Published: 2/20/2022
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Stop Hurting Her – Jason Todd/Red Hood x Reader
So he thought of you as annoying? That sure hurt….hearing something like that from someone your in love with sure hurts a lot. You were silent …
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Date Published: 10/5/2022
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42: Jason Todd x Reader – Imagine That
“Baby, please open the door,” he pleaded, trying the doorknob over and over again with every apology. You had been in an abusive relationship …
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Date Published: 8/27/2021
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How Could You?! Jason Todd x Reader
How Could You?! Jason Todd x Reader
Request: Hi, I see you do prompts, so I was wondering whether you could do a Jason x Reader one where they have their first big fight as a couple (they’re both really stubborn) and then them making up a few hours later (or not, lol, it’s up to you)
**Disclaimer: I do not own Jason Todd, and this is my first ever time writing about him so please forgive me if I butchered it horribly! I hope you like it Anon!!
Jason Todd, the ever infamous billionaire’s son, was truly a gift from the gods to you. He came to you in a large whirlwind of bruises and oozing cuts, his blood dripping onto your fire escape as you tried to heave his body inside without making his injuries worse. His mask was shattered into pieces, that in itself was more alarming than the fact that he was practically bleeding everywhere. See, it was no secret to you that Jason was Red Hood. He had saved you a few times from being mugged on the dark Gotham streets, and you in turn had taken first aid classes so you could return the favor.
Nightmare (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)
Nightmare (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)
Requested: Yes Request: Hi!! I’m such a big fan of your work 🙂 Can you do a Jason Todd x reader where Jason has a nightmare and hurts the reader and he feels super guilty about it (it was an accident and he was disoriented) thank you! A/N: YO! *shows up three weeks later with starbucks* This was so long in my askbox and I finally finished it! Sorry it took me so long. Hope you like it! It’s a little bit more angst than I usually write but I tried. I really did. Word count: 1856 Warning(s): Guns mentioned, Death mentioned, PTSD flashbacks Tagged: @jason-todd-rh @boosyboo9206 @icequeen206 @sassyshoulderangel319 @crescent-bluemoon [You wanna be tagged in my next piece? Just shoot me a message or ask!]
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Jason stirred next to you as you woke up from your dream.
It was pitch black and you opened one of your eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness in the room. Disoriented you sat up, your hair falling over your shoulder as you glanced over at the reason you had woken up.
Your boyfriend was tossing and turning like a maniac.
“Jason?” you asked into the darkness. His brows were furrowed and his hands were balled up into fists. He was still asleep. He said something you couldn’t quite understand and turned his head to the other side, away from you.
He was definitely having a nightmare again.
“Hey, Jason. Babe?” you said, a little louder this time as you placed your hand on his arm, trying to shake him awake.
You saw his fist shoot up in the blink of an eye.
The pain exploded in your head as the impact pushed you out of the bed and made you fall to the floor. It all happened too fast and before you could even register it a gun was pointed at you. You held your breath.
A moment of silence passed.
A moment in which Jason’s glassy eyes were filled with sleep and confusion. A moment in which his gun was firmly in his hand, pointed at you with his finger on the trigger.
“FUCK.” You heard Jason say before he practically leaped out of bed. The gun was gone as he kneeled next to you on the floor, taking your face in his hands while the pain on your face was starting to ache with a burning promise.
“Fuck. Babe, are you okay? I’m so sorry. Fuck this looks bad.” The words just burst out of him in sheer panic. His thumb brushed against your cheek and you knew that this would turn into a black eye.
“Are you in pain? I’m so sorry, I didn’t know it was you. I didn’t mean to- Fuck, I could’ve shot you! You could’ve died because of me! Fuck, Shit, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Please just fucking say something.”
“Jason.” Was the only thing you could bring out in your state. Everything moved a little too fast for you and your face was burning up like a stove. “I- I’m fine.” You pressed out but that was by far not enough to calm him down.
He looked utterly mortified.
“Can you get me some Ice? Uhm, for the eye?” you said, trying to occupy him for a moment until your brain allowed you to form longer sentences. That was a punch like you’ve never been punched before. Your whole face felt numb and in pain at the same time and your head was pounding like a jackhammer.
Jason looked at you, worried out of his mind. He didn’t want to let go. He wanted to make sure you were okay. It was as if he was afraid you would disappear or collapse as soon as he would look away for a single moment.
“Jason. I’m okay. I just need something cold, please. Now.” You said a little bit forcefully, but it seemed to be enough to ground him. At least temporarily.
“Okay. I’ll be right back.” He said reassuringly.
You watched him leave the bedroom while you scooted a little bit over to lean against the dresser. You could feel the swelling starting and you sighed. The silence was a little bit calming, but the adrenaline made your heart pump like crazy.
You heard Jason rummage around in the kitchen and you tried to focus on that for a moment. Just listening to the sound and his mumbled cursing as the seconds passed.
“Here.”
You opened your eyes and saw a bag of crushed Ice in front of you which you took and pressed against your throbbing eye. You also reached for the glass of water that he offered you before you scooted over, giving him some room to sit next to you.
He kept standing.
You looked up at him and frowned.
He was afraid. Afraid of hurting you again. Terrified that he had hurt you in the first place. He was supposed to protect you. Supposed to keep you safe from everything and now he was the one that hurt you. You were in pain and it was just because of him. What if he had shot you? What if he took a second longer to recognize you? Is this the life you deserved?
He didn’t say a word yet and you already sighed. Your head was pounding but you still knew exactly what he was probably thinking right now.
“Jason, stop it. It was an accident. Accidents happen. So please-“ you said, tapping the empty space next to you.
“I could’ve killed you, (Y/N)” he said and you couldn’t quite see his expression in the darkness of the room.
“You didn’t.” you said matter-of-factly.
“But what about the next time?! Or the time after that?? One day you might die because of me! I keep hurting everyone and I don’t want to hurt you too! Fuck, I could’ve SHOT you! How can you be so calm about this??” He ran his hands through his hair in frustration, not knowing what to do or what to think.
“So… Quick question: Does that mean you’re not gonna hug me?” you said, disappointed.
“(Y/N)…” The pain in his voice almost broke your heart.
You put the bag down, next to the glass.
“Jason. You didn’t shoot me and you are NOT going to shoot me anytime soon. Let’s just start there. Secondly, It was an accident like I said. You had a Nightmare and I startled you. It’s not as serious as you think it is. You might as well could have pushed me out of the bed in your sleep. It happens. So please sit down and comfort me now bc I seriously want a hug.” You looked up at him, underlining your last words with big pleading eyes, blinking up at him.
You waited for two heartbeats. Your eyes locked with his as you searched for a clue to what he was thinking. Something in his eyes flickered and he sighed in resignation.
You smiled when he sat down on the floor next to you, leaning against the dresser when you climbed onto his lap and sat down sideways. You didn’t feel like standing up yet until you felt the swelling on your eye go down a little bit, knowing you won’t be able to fall asleep anyways until the adrenaline in your system had left.
His arms wrapped around you hesitantly as you leaned your head against his chest.
You enjoyed his hugs more than anything else in the world. But if you had to be honest with yourself, you knew you insisted on this more for his sake than yours. It was your way of showing him that you felt safe with him. That you were safe with him.
How could you possibly ever feel threatened by someone that only made you feel like home?
“So… What was your nightmare about?” you asked after a while, pressing the cold bag against your eye while you listened to his heartbeat.
He didn’t answer but you felt his fingers slowly brush up your arm and then down again in an imaginary pattern.
You closed your eyes at that.
“Coffin.” He answered long after you stopped expecting a reply.
His voice cut through the silence and you didn’t move. Afraid he would stop talking.
And you wanted him to talk.
“I woke up in my coffin again.” You could swear that his fingers were slightly trembling, but his voice was clear and serious.
“I screamed but Bruce wasn’t there. I was alone.“ he stopped for a moment. “My lungs were burning.”
You squeezed your eyes shut at the mere thought of it.
“I was scared.”
His voice was quiet at that statement as if he wasn’t allowed to speak about it.
As if these words possessed some unknown power.
As if it would return if he spoke it into existence.
You bit your lip in silence.
“I had to dig. Through the dirt and it … never stopped. It just wouldn’t end.”
His fingers were gone from your arm as his hand dropped down. You felt his face buried in your hair.
You gave him a moment.
You placed the frozen bag down as you turned around, wrapping your arms tightly around him with your face nestled in the crook of his neck.
None of you spoke for a while as you two just sat there, letting the silence continue the conversation for you.
“I can’t lose you.” He said against your shoulder, but the words were crystal clear.
“You won’t.” you promised, determined.
Determined to stay for the man you loved.
For the man who protected the innocent.
For the boy that woke up in that coffin.
Scared.
Alone.
“How is your eye?”
Jason’s voice brought you back to reality as you tried to comprehend his words.
“Oh.” You said. “It’s pounding like a bitch but I’ll survive it.” You said, your eyes widening in horror at your choice of words. But he seemed not to notice.
Or he decided to ignore it.
“You should go to sleep.” He said, brushing the hair out of your face in an affectionate way that was very rare for him. No snarky remark. No teasing. Not even a smile on his face as he just looked tired.
“You mean we should go to sleep.” You corrected him before he stood up, giving you his hand and helping you up too before you sat down on the bed.
“No, that’s not what I meant.” He said and you pulled him into the bed. At least you tried to, but he didn’t even move an inch as he just stood there, looking at you in confusion as to what you were trying to do there.
“Jason.” You said, realizing that you were too weak to pull him into bed. You wondered how you managed to do it all these other times. Maybe he just let you. “Please come to bed. At least try to sleep again? For me?”
You pressed the last word and he seemed on the fence.
“Please, Red.” you added, and it seemed like these were the magic words that finally made him budge.
You made a mental note of that before you cuddled into him on the bed. You felt tired and you were pretty sure Jason would leave once you fell asleep, which was why you wrapped yourself around him, entangling your legs and forcing him to stay nevertheless, even if you did fall asleep first.
Sometimes you wondered if you should feel scared by the lifestyle he lived or the danger that came with it. Maybe you just remained in a state of blissful ignorance to all the possible outcomes this could lead to.
But laying there, listening to his heartbeat underneath you and feeling his eyes on you just confirmed, that you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
I’ll Write It Myself — Won’t Go Down Slow (Jason Todd x Reader)
Wow, I am shocked at the positive response I’ve gotten from this! I’m so happy you guys enjoyed it! The title also comes from White Flag by Bishop Brigs. Enjoy
Tags: @sarcasmismyfirstlove @demiwitchavenger7 @because-icanhide
Summary: One night, while staking out the Joker who’s making moves in Gotham, you get captured.
Word count: 3,000
Warnings: Violence
Part 1
Jason perches next to his favorite gargoyle in Gotham, looking at the streets below. He checks the ammo in his handgun and wonders where you are, given he hasn’t seen you all night. Although you work separately, on slow nights, such as this one, you two often sit together on a building or at least see each other in passing.
He cocks his gun, staring down the sites at a car parked in front of an apartment complex. Jason lines the barrel with the rearview mirror, then his phone rings.
During patrol, his phone is on silent, but it allows calls from four different people: You, Mia, Dick, and Roy. He frowns, returns his gun to its holster and digs his phone out of his pocket, his face draining of color at the sight of the caller ID. Mia only calls when shit hits the fan. Jason rips his helmet off.
“What happened?” He demands, not greeting Mia.
“Y/N was staking out the Joker’s warehouse but then they brought in a hostage,” Mia quickly explains, also skipping pleasantries. “And she went in to rescue the hostage, but it was a setup and she got ambushed! Her comm cut out but the Joker has her!”
“What?!” Jason growls.
“The Joker has Y/N!”
“Send me that address, now!” Jason roars, jumping to his feet.
“Just sent it,” Mia confirms then Jason hangs up and looks at the address.
He shoves his helmet back on and takes off sprinting toward in the alleyway where he parked his motorcycle then leaps to the next roof. Rolling to his feet, Jason continues sprinting, his mind only on you. Hang on, Y/N. I’m coming.
His mind flashes to the Joker standing over him and beating him with a crowbar, causing Json to grit his teeth and run harder. As he’s running, a figure steps out of the shadows, into Jason’s path.
“Hey, Red!” A familiar voice greets, but Jason is running too fast to dodge him and slams into him.
Red Hood and Nightwing go tumbling to the ground before Jason is back on his feet, about to take off again. Dick jumps to his feet and catches Jason’s shoulder.
“Woah, Hood. Where’s the fire?”
“I don’t have time for this, Wing!” Jason smacks Dick’s hand off his shoulder and takes off running.
Dick frowns, but chases after Jason, keeping pace with him.
“What happened?” He asks.
“Fuck off!”
“No, what happened?” Dick rolls his eyes at his brother’s stubborn attitude. “Let me help!”
Jason grits his teeth and pauses on a roof corner to grapple across the street.
“Joker’s got Lightning,” He answers gruffly then swings to the next roof.
“What?!” Dick exclaimed then grapples to the same roof to catch up with Jason again. “What do you mean Joker has Lightning?!”
Jason jumps down a fire escape, skipping the stairs to reach the ground faster where his motorcycle is.
“She’s been staking him out and apparently he took a hostage but it was a trap and she got ambushed,” Jason explains as he jumps down another set of stairs.
“I didn’t even know he was out of Arkham!” Dick responds, dumbfounded.
“He hasn’t been making moves which was why Lightning was watching him. She was trying to figure out what he was up to,” Jason mounts his motorcycle, the engine roaring to life.
“I’m coming with you,” Dick jumps on the back.
Jason grumbles something but is secretly grateful for the backup. He rips out of the alley, driving faster than he ever has. Hang on, Y/N.
…
You wake up via a slap to the face. You groan, the Joker’s laugh ringing around you while you hung in the middle of the room by your wrists, your toes barely brushing the ground. Your heavy boots, jacket, holsters, and armor are gone, leaving you in the long sleeve compression shirt you wear under her armor, your pants, your mask and a strange collar around your neck. Joker never really cared about secret identities You suppose.
Four armed men are posted in each corner and the little girl’s body is long gone. Your head is still ringing, your knee and hand are throbbing, and your face numb with pain. Your shoulders pop from the unnatural angle.
“Look who’s up!” Joker squeals with delight then waves the crowbar. “Look familiar?” He starts cackling then points the crowbar at you while walking around you in a slow circle. “You know, I didn’t know that superheroes dated each other, but look at you! Racking it up with ole boy wonder,” He pauses to run the crowbar over a hickey just barely visible over your high neck shirt.
You move quickly, trapping the Joker in a chokehold between your thighs, your knee screaming in pain. He chokes, wildly swinging the crowbar around, but he’s unable to hit you due to the angle. You clench your legs harder, cutting off his airway, then one of the men shoots, hitting your hurt knee. You cry out, but grit your teeth and keep your hold on the Joker.
You pull him tighter and try to blind the men, but the heat builds up in your chest, only to be snuffed out by a heavy dose of electricity raking through your body. You scream, your body convulsing and forcing you to release the Joker then it stops, leaving you sagging heavily on the chains.
You panted, trying to get your bearings as your head spins, dizzy with pain from your knee and the sudden electrocution.
“Well, that was rude,” The Joker huffs, straightening his suit, then swings the crowbar, smacking you across the face. “Kids these days have no manners! But, it let me show off my new toy,” He giggles, waving a remote at you. “It blocks those pesky powers of yours so we can have some real fun. After I get rid of this storm cloud hanging over my head, then it’ll be a party.”
It takes a moment for you to process his words then realization dawns on you. He’s going to kill me. The Joker smacks the crowbar against the palm of his hand with a demented grin.
“Normally, I think repeating things is so boring, but how can I not just bring things full circle?” He laughs maniacally then swings the crowbar, hitting you in the stomach.
You jolt forward, pain exploding in your stomach then he swings the bar up, hitting you in the face and tearing more skin off your already cut cheekbone. The Joker wastes no time swinging the bar again to nail you in the ribs then swings down and hits your hurt knee, knocking your feet out from under you.
You scream in pain, your full weight suddenly yanking down against your wrists then there’s a loud SNAP! Your wrists explode with pain, fire traveling up your arms.
“Isn’t this fun?” Joker cackles then hits you in the ribs again, knocking the wind out of you.
You gasp for air then he swings again, hitting the same spot. Another crack rings out as your side explodes with pain, tears freely flowing down your face.
Jason, please help you think hopelessly as the Joker winds up again.
…
Jason leaps off his motorcycle, two guns already drawn and sprints toward the warehouse, only to be tackled by Dick.
“Hood, wait!”
“Get the fuck off me!” Jason throws Dick over his shoulder but Dick rolls back to his feet and sweeps Jason’s feet out from under him. “What the hell are you doing?!”
“We can’t go in there guns blazing!” Dick argues.
“Fucking watch me!” Jason hisses, pushing himself back to his feet. “That sick bastard has Lightning!”
“Yeah, and who knows how many more armed men?!” Dick snaps back.
“I’ll murder them all!”
“Hood, just think for one second! Joker had enough men to successful ambush Lightning! The Lightning Strike! You’ve seen her fight her when she’s bleeding, outnumbered, and her back is against the wall then still win!”
“He killed me, Wing!” Jason roars. “And I’m not about to let him do the same to her.”
“He won’t but we need a plan.”
Jason clenches his jaw, his grip tight around his guns.
“Fine. What’s your brilliant plan?”
Dick looks up at the warehouse then points to the windows.
“Let’s see what we’re about to run into.”
Once reaching the windows, they look down into the warehouse and see a sight worse than either of them anticipated.
You are hanging from the ceiling by your wrist, head slumped forward and toes dragging in a large puddle of blood. Your shoulders are hanging at an unnatural angle and a piece of bone shines through your knee. Your body is completely battered, covered in blood and bruises. There seems to be no part of you untouched.
The Joker circles you with a crowbar then swings it, hitting your side. You jolt from the force but barely reacts. Joker seems unsatisfied by your lack of reaction because he pulls out a remote and hits a button.
Your body convulses as you scream in pain. Joker laughs with a cynical grin as you slump forward again. Dick has to use his full body weight to keep Jason from busting through the window.
“Hood, wait!” He hisses.
“For what?!” Jason demands. “Y/N to bleed out?! There’s four guards, I’ll take the two the right, you get the two on the left, then I’ve got the fucking clown,” He looks back down into the warehouse to see you yelling at the Joker.
Joker seems shocked, but grins and swings at you, hitting you in the stomach. You rock back, doubled over but straightened up and yell again. The Joker laughs loudly and repeatedly hits you. You bow over coughing but pull yourself up and yell again.
“What the hell is she doing?!” Jason demands.
“Look,” Dick points at the top of the chain holding you up, the top links cracking. “I think she’s trying to break the chain.”
“By getting hit?”
“If she flies up far enough, her body weight will do the trick,” Then as Dick says the words, the Joker hits you harder than Jason has seen him hit you all night, but Dick’s right.
You go flying, just high enough to grab some of the chain above your then you drop all your body weight. The chain snaps and you plummet to the ground, landing with a crash. You groan but push yourself to your feet into fighting stance.
The Joker laughs gleefully and one of the men tries to shoot you but you roll out of the way and sweeps his feet out from under him.
“Move!” Dick yells, then the two burst through the window, rolling to the ground.
Jason shoots one of the guards while Dick knocks the other out with his Escrima sticks and a well-placed roundhouse to the face. You get dragged to the ground by your ankle by the guard you previously knocked to the floor. You land with a crash but kick him in the face and scramble for his abandoned gun. You manage to snag it off the floor and shoot the guard in the shoulder.
Jason dives for the Joker, kicking him as hard as he can in the face. The Joker hits the ground, his nose bleeding and laughs.
“Now, here’s a real fight!” He swings the crowbar up to hit Jason, but Jason catches it and breaks the Joker’s elbow then begins repeatedly punching him in the face.
“You fucking bastard!” He screams, continuing to beat the Joker’s face, each punch somehow harder than the last.
Dick catches his arm as he winds back for another punch, the Joker bleeding and woozy.
“Red! Enough!”
Jason shoves him off.
“This bastard deserves to fucking die!”
He punches the Joker again, but Dick catches his arm once more, yanking it back with more force.
“Lightning is bleeding out on the floor and will die unless you get her back to the Batcave!”
Jason falters then stumbles off the Joker to where you are lying on the ground, still holding the guard’s gun, your breathing shallow. He rips his helmet off, at an absolute loss about where to begin.
“God, Y/N, what were you thinking?!” Jason demands, falling to his knees next to you.
He yanks his belt off and fashions a makeshift tourniquet around your lower thigh to stop the bleeding from your gunshot wound and destroyed knee. You groan, barely able to even convey your pain.
“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” Jason’s chest tightens when you whimper.
He pushes your hair off your face in an attempt to comfort you, but in the state you’re in, Jason knows he can’t do anything. He frowns at the strange collar around your neck and prods around for a button or release, but finds nothing.
He moves to your shoulders, dread building in his stomach. Both of your shoulders are dislocated. In their current state, you’ll never be able to hold onto Jason if he tries to get you back to the Manor. While he would be holding onto you, he’d also have to drive the motorcycle, meaning you would need to be holding onto him as well.
“Fuck,” He mumbles under his breath then reaches for your head, cradling your face. “Y/N?”
Tears flow from under your ripped mask.
“Jay,” You murmur. “Fuck, it hurts so bad.”
Jason feels his chest clench.
“I know, baby, but I’ve got to relocate your shoulders or we’re not going to be able to get you to the Cave,” He wipes away some of the blood and tears from under your eyes. “I’m sorry,” He murmurs to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead then as gently as he can, he picks up one of your arms.
You whimper for a moment then Jason pulls your arm forward and straight, guiding the ball back into the socket. You gasp in pain when the bone goes back in place, gritting your teeth together.
“You ready for the other?” Jason asks, eyebrows furrowing together in worry.
You nod tightly and Jason repeats his movements with your other arm. This time, you cry out, your fingers weakly curling around Jason’s jacket.
“You’re done, you did so good,” Jason kisses your forehead again then carefully picks you up, dark spots clouding your vision.
Despite his caution, you still moan in pain, pressing your head against his armored chest.
“I know,” Jason frowns. “I’m getting you out of here.”
Dick looks up from tying up the Joker and hustles over to them.
“How is she?” He asked, carefully running his fingers through your blood matted hair.
“Not good. I’m taking her to the Batcave.”
Going to the Batcave isn’t ideal, but with you, it’s, unfortunately, the only option Jason has. Although your superhuman DNA will accelerate your healing time, it also means your DNA is alien enough to raise suspicion at a hospital. Besides, two vigilantes, especially one as controversial as Red Hood showing up at a Gotham hospital would not be warmly welcomed and your identities would be compromised.
“What’s the collar?” Dick asks.
“I don’t know,” Jason frowns. “I couldn’t get it off.”
“We’ll get it off at the Cave. I’ll be there soon,” He jabs his finger over his shoulder at the Joker, passed out and tied up. “Babs is meeting me here to deal with him.”
“Don’t you dare leave him alone,” Jason growls, his blood boiling at the thought of the Joker getting away with hurting you.
“I won’t,” Dick reassures him. “I’m not leaving until Babs is here, which—” He pauses, at the audible roar of a motorcycle. “That’s probably her now. Go.”
Jason nods then rushes out to his own motorcycle. He doesn’t acknowledge Babs and instead wraps an arm tightly around your back, holding you close to his chest while his other arm holds the motorcycle. You curl one arm around Jason’s waist, weakly balling your fingers into the back of his jacket. He starts the motorcycle then tears off down the street.
“Hold on, Y/N,” He murmurs.
By the time Jason reaches the Manor, Alfred and Bruce are waiting outside for them. Dick must’ve called them.
“We have everything prepped, Master Jason,” Alfred greets, opening the door for Jason.
Jason vaguely nods, rushing toward the Batcave, closely followed by Bruce.
“What happened?” Bruce demands.
“The Joker,” Jason tells him shortly.
“What?” Bruce questions. “She went after him alone?!”
“You really think I would’ve let her go after him alone?!” Jason snaps. “She got ambushed.”
“Is Joker dead?”
“Seriously?!” Jason demands. “Y/N is dying and you’re asking if that deranged asshole is dead?!”
“Answer the question, Jason,” Bruce says sternly.
“I made a promise to you.”
“Answer the question.”
“Why? Because you don’t trust me?!”
“No, because you made that promise before he went after someone you love.”
Jason grits his teeth but answers.
“No,” He says shortly. “He’s not fucking dead, but he should be.”
Once in the Batcave, Alfred directs Jason to lay you on one of the medical tables then snaps on a pair of gloves and begins working, just as he’s done for the rest of them at various points of their vigilante careers.
“This may be strange to hear, given the recent events,” Bruce gestures to you. “But I’m proud of you for not killing Joker.”
“Yeah, well, it was rather let Y/N bleed out or beat his brains in,” Jason mutters, crossing his arms.
“Still. In a situation like this, I know how tempting it is. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you,” He lays a hand on Jason’s shoulder. “You did good, but you should go change and take a shower, maybe get something to eat. It’s going to be a while.”
“I’m not leaving,” Jason mutters.
“Jas—”
“Save it,” Jason growls out.
“Come on, man,” Dick’s voice interrupts. “You’ve done what you can.”
“Did I?” Jason questions, turning to face Dick. “Did I really do all that I can?!”
“What are you talking about?”
“She’s bleeding out on that table because I wasn’t there, Dick!” Jason yells, seizing the front of Dick’s Nightwing suit, but Dick doesn’t push him off, knowing Jason’s aggression isn’t targeted toward him. “She got tortured tonight because I wasn’t there! I couldn’t protect the one good thing in my life!”
He shoves Dick away from him and stares at his hands, stained with your blood.
“I almost let that bastard take her from me,” Jason curled his hands into shaking fists. “He almost took the only good thing in my life! Because I wasn’t fucking there! I knew she was watching the Joker! I should’ve gone, but I didn’t want to smoother her because I know I can’t fuck this up,” His voice got quieter and vulnerable, his hands knotting themselves into his hair. “I can’t fuck up the one good thing in my life. She makes me feel okay with being me. I don’t hate myself quite so much because she loves me so how can I hate something that someone like her loves?”
His hands drop to his side for a moment, then Jason’s anger builds again. He turns and punches a wall.
“I know better than anyone what he’s capable of! I know how far he will go! Why the fuck did I let her anywhere near him without back up?!” Then the mighty Red Hood crumbled. “Why did she go after the Joker alone?” He whispers, tears streaming down his face.
Dick frowns then guides Jason up and pulls him into a hug. Jason knots his fingers into the back of Dick’s suit, silently sobbing into his shoulder.
“I can’t lose her.”
Dick rubs his back, knowing all the reckless anger Jason projected tonight was to hide the underlying fear, but unfortunately, fear never leaves. It curls up and makes its home inside, demanding to be felt.
“Come on, Jay,” He whispers to him. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
…
You slowly open your eyes to an unfamiliar bedroom, most likely in the Manor. Your body feels pleasantly numb, but given the amount of bandages, you know the numbness is the work of the pain medicine. You glance over to see Jason sitting in a plush chair next to your bed, arms crossed, but head slumped over, asleep.
Thankfully, he’s not in his armor and appears to have showered. You know he’s going to be angry with you for not calling him before you entered the warehouse and last night was not easy for him, especially given his own history with the Joker.
Jason stirs, blinking awake then he sees you looking at him. His eyes widened in disbelief.
“Hey,” You greet quietly, your throat sore.
“Hey,” He breathes back then relief floods his face as he rushes forward and pulls you as close to him as possible.
You loop an arm around loosely around his back as best as you can, relieved that you’re still alive. You feel Jason press a kiss to the top of your head, then he pulls back to hold your face in his hands. He sighs, dropping his head in relief and pulls you close to him again.
“I was so fucking scared,” He admits, kissing the top of your head again.
“Yeah,” You feel your eyes well up. “I fucked up pretty bad, didn’t I?”
Jason slowly releases you and sits back in his chair.
“Y/N, what were you thinking?”
“He had a kid,” Your voice grew thick.
“The hostage,” Jason connects the dots, his shoulders slumping with the realization. “The hostage was a kid.”
You nod tearfully, staring up at the ceiling.
“He injected her with Joker Toxin and gave her a gun. I gave her the antidote, but right as I did, they shot her,” You squeeze your eyes shut, tears running down the side of your face. “She couldn’t have been any older than five.”
He leans forward and kisses your forehead, wiping your tears with his thumbs.
“He knew I was watching him so he set a trap to kill me,” You clench your jaw for a moment, tears continuing to flow. “He kept saying how it would be so great to bring it all full circle because he knew we were together.”
Jason’s face goes slack and he pulls you close to him again, feeling the weight of how close he came to losing you.
“I know I should’ve called you and I’m sorry but right as I saw them bring the little girl in and I knew I had to help her—”
“Shh,” Jason comforts you, stroking your hair. “It doesn’t matter now. It’s okay. You did your best.”
“I’m sorry I scared you.”
“I’m just glad you’re okay,” He kisses your forehead again and sits down.
“What was the total damage done?” You ask.
“Both shoulders dislocated, both wrists broken, six broken fingers, shattered knee, seven broke ribs, a punctured lung, a black eye, a broken nose, busted lip, broken ankle, a total of thirty-one stitches, almost full-body bruising including your trachea, and one of the worst concussions of your life. It’s a miracle you didn’t have more internal bleeding,” Jason rattles off with a frown.
Damn.
“So… No sex for a while, huh?”
Jason stares at you for a long moment then starts chuckling. His chuckling quickly dissolves into full-blown laughter as he covers his face with his hand, shocked that you just said that. You start giggling herself, but it turns to a wince due to your broken ribs. You watch as Jason wipes away a tear from laughing so hard.
“God, you’re worse than I am.”
You grin as much as your busted lip and bruised face will allow you but your smile falls as your mind drifts.
“Did you kill the Joker?”
Jason’s face hardens.
“You know, B asked me the same question,” He sighs, his jaw tightening. “No. I wanted to, after what he did to you. I should’ve,” Jason looks away, his jaw popping slightly from how hard he is clenching it.
You reach for him as best as you can. Your fingertips barely brush his face, but he looks up and scoots his chair closer, allowing your hand to fully cradle his face. He covers your bandaged hand with his own.
“Thank you for saving me,” You whisper to him.
Jason presses a kiss to the small section of your palm not encased in a cast.
“I will always save you,” He promises.
The end! I really loved writing this and I’ve been shocked by the success of it! I’ve got a few ideas for future fics with Jason that I’ll definitely post on here. I do take request, although, for the DC universe, I definitely know the most about Batman/Robins.
Jason Todd x Fighting
~Imagine getting into a heated fight with Jason~ >>>
You didn’t know what was wrong, but something just didn’t feel right to you. Jason was being so distant lately, and whenever he shows up he acts like nothing’s wrong. Some days he’ll be rude and then other days it’s like nothing is wrong. You wish he would speak up and talk about his feelings sometimes. The window to your left opened slightly for a few moments, and then slammed down harshly. Looking up at him felt useless since he didn’t bother to even look your way. “Hi to you too.” You mumbled to yourself and sighed. He looked over his shoulder. “Did you say something?” You didn’t even bother to look at him a second time. “Nope.” Your eyes were too focused on your phone. It’s like you could feel him staring at you with a confused expression. “Alright, whatever you say then.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and began to rub his eyes. Hesitantly you looked up and took notice that his face was covered with cuts and blooming bruises. “What the hell happened?” Standing up quickly you walked towards him to place your hands on each side of his face cupping it gently. “Don’t worry alright?” He took your hands off of him slowly and looked away almost embarrassed. You had enough with his attitude and shook your head before pushing past him to go to your room. He quickly grabbed your wrist and spun you around to look at him. “Now, what’s the matter?” He placed his hands around your waist, but you quickly pulled them off of you and stepped back. “Nothing, I’m fine.” Turning on your heel, you continued on walking towards your bedroom without another word. It was hopeless though because he followed right after you and grabbed at you once again. “Hey, come on I’m sorry.” He lifted your chin so that you would be forced to look up at him. You scoffed. “Don’t you dare pull that on me.” Pointing your finger straight into his chest harshly felt like the right way to get your point across. He raised a brow. “Pull what?” He knew exactly what he was doing, but this time around it wasn’t going to work with you. “You pull that whole ‘I’m sorry’ act on me, and then tell me that nothing’s wrong. Even when you come home every night busted up like you are right now.” You looked away shyly and rubbed your arms. “I told you already that it really was nothing! Why can’t you just let it go?” He was getting frustrated with you and raised his voice even though he didn’t quite exactly mean too. It was just the adrenaline inside of him kicking around. “Jason, are you kidding me? Can you honestly blame me for caring too much about you?” You crossed your arms and glared at him. “Yeah, I can because you do care too much. Especially when I tell you not too so please (y/n), just let this go.” He walked closer to you trying to close the distance. You held your hands out in defense. “Stay right where you are.” He shook his head. His eyes looked you up and down. “Why are you being this way?” He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms tightly. “You came home busted up once again and started it. I constantly worry about what the hell you’re doing this late at night because you won’t tell me!” You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He didn’t listen and kept walking closer to you. “I know you’re doing something suspicious, and you don’t want me to find out because you think that I’m stupid enough to believe that you’re not getting into trouble.” You put your hands on his chest and stopped him from getting any closer. “Do you even hear yourself? You’re talking completely crazy.” Gently he moved your hair out of your face. “I don’t think you’re stupid, and I sure as hell am not doing something suspicious.” He lifted your chin up again, but you looked away still filled with anger towards him. “Then do care to explain why you came in with those bruises and cuts on your face.” You shoved him lightly and this time he backed away from you even more frustrated. Running his fingers through his hair he let out a disappointed sigh. “It’s just my job (y/n)! I can’t tell you anything more than that. Please, you have to just trust me on this.” He threw his hands up once again. “That’s the problem Jason, you should be able to tell me these things. That’s what two people who love one another do.” You looked away. “You know what? I can’t do this—I really can’t Jason honestly this fight—” you sighed and began to rub your face. “Hey, alright come on relax and take a deep breath.” He lightly tugged on your wrist to bring you closer to him. Being near him was just enough to make you want to cave in to every thing he said. “I just want to know that you’re gonna be okay. I hate having to worry about you all the time.” He looked down at you with a grin as he slowly backed you against the wall. “You don’t have to worry so much because I am going to be okay.” He put his hands up on the wall enclosing you between his arms. “Believe me, if I didn’t know what I was doing I wouldn’t even be doing it in the first place.” He looked down at your lips out of pure habit. You could practically feel your heart beating out of your chest and it was a bit exhilarating. “Can you promise me?” His lips brushed against yours lightly as you awaited his response. He was staring at you in complete bliss. “Yes, I promise you.” Leaning in fast he kissed you sweetly.
Not Here, Not Now – Jason Todd x Reader
I wanna cry, or die, or die crying. This one hurt me a lot while writing and I hope this will touch your hearts too! Luv ya’ll.
WORDS: 1180
WARNINGS: ALL THE HURT AND LOVE AND GOODNESS AND SADNESS
Your head was too heated to think reasonably, or to think of anything at all. So you went out with a warm, oversized hoodie covering your body from the chilling city breeze. Your feet took you to wherever, you didn’t care. You just wanted to get out. You weren’t sure what time you’d have to come back, or if you’ll just walk until you the sky turns yellow and the sun greets you a warm welcome into a new day. You couldn’t wait until it does, you sighed, as you continued to take slow steps, not stopping at wherever. Your deep breaths did little to nothing to ease the 10 ton weight on your chest.
But you had to get away. You couldn’t face Jason, not when you were this frustrated. You sucked up all your pride and walked out the door before you could say anything that could permanently hurt him. As much as you thought you were right, you loved him more.
I love him, you kept saying to yourself over and over to the rhythm of your busy feet talking one step at a time. You constantly repeated it, afraid that the anger might soon mask that off and damage your emotions. It helped you, at least. It made you remember how much more painful it would be to lose him than to continuously argue. You love Jason, over and over as if you were trying to remember a term for a big test the next day.
But the hurt, the uncertainty of it all, and when he was so mad he threw a glass bottle on the ground, careful that it wouldn’t hit you. Jason never hurt you, even in his angriest. He never, ever, aimed his fist, a breakable item, or anything at you. It was always at the wall or the ground, but never at you.
You couldn’t leave your area. So you went to other direction, almost circling the perimeter of your neighborhood. You lived in one of the safer parts of the city. The apartment houses were modest, and the streets were almost perfectly clean. You loved how beautiful red maple trees were scattered, and how every time a breeze visited the leaves would dance around in the street. Jason worked so hard to put you here, safe and comfortable, and not like the shithole he grew up in. Your hands were buried deep inside your pockets as you counted your shortening breaths as you replayed your fight.
You threatened to leave him. He did the opposite of what you said and went after the Joker all by himself. As if the first time didn’t end up so badly. You remember saying that to him right at his face, and you remember the fear that suddenly struck the ends of his spine. He was more capable now, of course, but the fact that he practically did the same stupid thing he did that killed him scared you so much that you threatened to leave him if he did it again.
Right after you did, he went ballistic. His temper was never the best. But at that point you didn’t wanna say anything else that would hurt him even more, so you took your jacket and left the room.
You looked at your watch. You’ve been gone for almost an hour. He must have calmed down by now, you thought. You couldn’t help but imagine different scenarios of what would happen when you go back to your apartment.
He could be relieved that you were safe, perhaps, and run to your arms and pull you to a tight embrace. He could apologize for what he did and finally do as you said.
Or, you thought, you could go back to wrecked apartment with torn sheets, broken glass, and a missing boyfriend.
You were afraid you might do the wrong thing and drive him away. You could do something that would anger him more and do even more dangerous missions despite what you say. He could make his life as the Red Hood his only life, you imagined. He’d barely come home, and let you live the rest of your life in guilt if one day, history will repeat itself and he might not come back home at all.
A tear fell from your swollen eyelids. You wiped it off with your sleeve just as your phone rang.
Jason.
You were hesitant, but pressed the green button and hoped for the best.
You heard heavy breathing and eventually, a faint, subtle whisper that you almost couldn’t hear. “(Name)?”
“Jay?”
“Don’t leave me, I’m sorry about everything. Please come back,” you heard him cry. Your chest pained so badly you almost broke down on the sidewalk.
“I’m here, Jay,” you started, “I’m sorry I left. I-I didn’t wanna say anything else that would hurt you.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m just a few blocks away. I’m coming back to the apartment. I’m here baby…”
Then, just as you turned to a corner, you saw him.
Jason never looked so miserable, so visibly afraid of losing you that the sight tore your heart into pieces. He stood several feet away, but you were certain it was him. He had his red hoodie on covering his head. He had one hand holding his phone to his ear and the other in his pocket. He could be anyone, but at that moment, you were certain it was the heartbroken man you left just an hour ago.
“Jay…” the tears were flowing freely by now. You stopped walking, and so did he. You just stood there staring at each other, too dumbfounded to start speaking.
“I’ll start,” he said into the phone. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen and I understand where this is coming from.” You noticed he was getting closer, with small, slow steps with every other word he uttered. “I never mean to worry you, but you know I’d willingly give up being the Red Hood for you.”
“Jay, it’s never about me…” you whispered, “It’s about you and your own good. I don’t want to risk you being hurt every single night.”
“That’s why I’m telling you this. Just give me the word, and I’ll stop. I’ll listen to you for once. I love you.”
“Jay…” you choked back the tears, “I’m not gonna leave you. If this is because of what I said-“
“So what if it is. You’re right. I’m being too reckless and I’m risking my second chance at life,” he said. He was getting closer to you, about 15 feet away, but he still didn’t put down the phone. “And I can’t leave you. I’m lucky enough to be alive again, and I’m not gonna waste my time not being with you.”
“I’m not gonna die again, (Name),” said Jason, “Not here, not now, not when you’re in this earth.”
You couldn’t say anything when the tears just couldn’t stop flowing. You both put down your phones and he almost ran to you, crashing into a tight embrace so you couldn’t pull away.
*cries
Can you do a Jason Todd x Reader one shot where he…
Can you do a Jason Todd x Reader one shot where he and reader were in a heated argument and Jason lets his anger get the best of him and he throws/breaks something in anger, and that really scared reader cause she was in an abusive relationship before him. And she flinches and cowers away and Jason realized what was wrong, and then basically loads of fluff. If there’s already something like that, could you give me a link but if not, can you write it? Asked by Anonymous
I hope this is what you were looking for!!
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Jason could be as asshole, which was something that everyone knew. The thing is his anger management had gotten a lot better ever since you two had started dating. The two of you rarely fought, in fact you had never really had a huge fight in the two years that you had been together. Which was why tonight was a shock to the both of you.
“I said no” Jason growled.
“It’s been two years! Every night you sneak out the window, and then you come back at 3 am! I am tired of you hiding things from me!!” You cross your arms over your chest, “Do you have some secret double life? Do you have another girlfriend that you go to?”
“There is no one else! Why can’t things just stay the way they are?” You could see Jason’s hands start to shake, his temper rising
“Then why can’t you tell me?!?”
“JUST LEAVE IT ALONE!!!!!!” Jason roared, he whipped around and slammed his fist into the nearest wall.
You screamed and hit the floor. Your entire body curling into a ball, your hands raising to protect your face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me” You whimper. Behind your closed eyes you can see Jason’s shadow.
“Y/N? Baby?”
“’m sorry” you whisper, trying to scoot into a corner, somewhere easily defendable.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing? You know I would never hurt you right? You gotta know that”
“I-I won’t ask anymore questions, I promise. Just please don’t …”
Jason released your shoulders, “I’m going to go sit on the couch. When you’re ready can you come sit with me?”
You give a shaky nod, and let out a relieved breath when Jason moved away. It took another 20 minutes for you to gain the strength to get up and sit on the opposite end of the couch than Jason. You put your still trembling hands in your lap and refuse to meet his eyes.
“I’m sorry” you whisper
“You don’t have any reason to be sorry. I’m the one who got angry, you have a right no know the answers to your questions” You start to shake your head and stop when Jason puts a hand on your knee. “Can you tell me what happened?”
“I, um,” You sigh, “Before you I had a boyfriend, he was really nice at first, but then he started to get angry. At first it would just be him hitting things, walls, furniture, the car, anything within reach, and then when that wasn’t enough, he hit me. He would beat me, a few times I would end up in the hospital because of him. When you hit the wall, I just …”
“You thought I was him”
“No! I know you aren’t him! But … I thought that you might turn into him. For just a second I forgot that you aren’t him”
Jason gathers you up into his arms and you tuck your read underneath him chin. You can feel his tears drip onto your head, you just wrap your arm tightly around his neck, “I’m so, so sorry. I would never hurt you, never. I love you”
You pull away, and gently press a kiss to his cheek, “I know you wouldn’t, I know you aren’t him”
“I’ll tell you, I promise I will. But … tomorrow. I’ll tell you tomorrow, tonight, I just …”
“It’s alright Jason, you can tell me tomorrow. Bur you are going to tell me, and we are both going to keep our heads”
“Yeah, we will. I love you”
“I love you too” he whispered, gently pressing a kiss to his lips.
Jason picks you up and carries you to bed. He won’t be going out tonight, he needs to be with you, just as much as you needs his there.
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One of my jobs is actually working at a domestic abuse shelter, so while I kinda skimmed over it here, domestic abuse can leave a lasting impression on people. It is a serious issue, and it sucks when you either see a friend go through this, or you yourself go through it.
Stop Hurting Her – Jason Todd/Red Hood x Reader
Stop Hurting Her – Jason Todd/Red Hood x Reader
Request: Hello! May I request a scenario (I’m sorry if this is too specific, you’re welcome to change it) where reader & jason todd love each other but due him denying it & not wanting to be in a relationship cuz he feels he’s not worthy so one day he says something hurtful to reader & she runs off where damian finds her & comforts her (then later goes & confronts jason). Damian & reader are close & he has crush on her but doesn’t act on it due to age difference. Thank you 🙂
Jason Todd, a man who took up on the name of ‘Red Hood’ with his past behind him and he was kind of apart of the ‘Batfamily’ he spent a few of his patrols out on with you. You were the current Batgirl who mostly was seen around Batman and Robin of course.
Whenever he visited the manor and everyone was gathered there together him and you were both always seen speaking together, in all honesty you started to get feelings for Jason during the time that he was Robin, when he was ‘dead’ it tore you up and everything.
But as time passed and the truth was that he was actually alive your feelings for him resurfaced. Or more so on the fact that the feelings for him never left just without him around they didn’t show.
And by show it meant more so on the fact that when Jason was around you’d feel nervous, happy, shy and everything else all at once…how the hell does that work? Seems like something to do with falling for someone.
Jason on the other hand had fallen for you as well due to the fact you could put up with his attitude and didn’t push him when things got rough, but he had soon refused to act upon it due to the fact he believed he didn’t deserve to date you due to his past and everything else, but the only time you did push him was when you two would get into arguments which lately seemed to been more often then it used to.
And the subject? Well it was usually with either you or him when getting injured saving the other.
“I don’t understand why your so pushy with this!” Jason shouts.
“All I’m saying is that you should be more careful when it comes to fights. I’m not gonna lose you again!” You shouted back.
“If you’d stop nagging me all the time then maybe I wouldn’t get injured.” Jason scoffed.
“So now your blaming me?!” You asked shocked.
How dare he? You didn’t see that fool behind you and only when you did was when a gun shot was heard, and then a grunt of pain. Jason though stood in the way as his arm took the bullet. Lucky for him everyone returned to the cave and you had dealt with the wound, cleaning it then stitching it up.
“If you weren’t so stupid maybe I wouldn’t have to always protect you! It’s annoying!” Jason replied.
So he thought of you as annoying? That sure hurt….hearing something like that from someone your in love with sure hurts a lot. You were silent for a moment before taking a deep breath to control your tears that were repeating to roll down your cheeks.
“Fine…I’ll stay clear from you from now on.” You muttered.
“(Y/N), wait….I” Jason says.
“No no, I heard you loud and clear.” You replied.
Walking away from him you had walked straight out of the cave and into the library in the manor, hoping no one would come after you were then sitting on the couch in the room and cried in your hands.
Damian who didn’t hear the fight at all thankfully was walking down the halls of the manor when he heard faint sounds of someone crying, wondering who it was he took a peak and noticed it was you. Frowning he silently walked inside the room and walked up to you.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
Jumping at the sudden sound of Damian’s voice you looked up and noticed the boy standing in front of you, his eyes showing concern. Some reason he only showed you that more often then others. Of course you and him did have a close relationship so that was the main reason.
“Why are you crying?” Damian asked.
“Oh uh…it’s nothing.” You chuckled.
“Tell me now, (Y/N).” Damien sighed.
“It’s stupid, but you know the usual these days…I got into a argument with Jason. He said something that hurt and now I don’t know if I wanna face him.” You explained.
After that when Damian managed to get the whole answer out of you, you had soon left to your own apartment for the night and he knew that Jason must’ve did the same so he’d have to confront him later.
‘Just wait, Todd. I’ll make sure you don’t hurt her anymore…and to finally admit your feelings to her already.’ Damian thought.
**2 Days Later**
Sadly it took two days until Damian could finally speak again with Jason but since he and Jason were chasing one villain while you and his father went for the other he took the time to speak with him about the matter after they defeated this guy.
Taking them down was easy, so when everything was done he finally spoke with him.
“Hey, Todd. I can’t help but notice your not speaking with, (Y/N).” Damian says.
“What’s that got to do with anything?” Jason sighed.
“Oh don’t beat around the bush, she told me everything….it took a while but I finally got it out of her.” Damian says.
“Well? What are you confronting me about?” Jason scoffed.
“(Y/N) is a cool person, it’s plain as day that you like her why the hell did you say something like that to her?” Damian asks.
“A brat like you wouldn’t understand.” Jason shook his head.
“If you really love her ask her out. And would you stop hurting her? She was crying.” Damian says.
After that and a few more words to make Jason feel bad about what he did Damian had left and returned back to the Batmoblie, his father and you were waiting for them. Surprisingly Jason drove his motorbike back to the manor and parked in a certain area of the cave.
When you were about to go change and soon head home you were stopped by Jason when he grabbed your hand.
“Can we talk?” He asked.
“Depends on what…” You sighed.
“Look I’m sorry, I just was afraid when you got into harms way. I don’t ever want to lose you.” Jason says.
“Jay….” You started but he interrupted.
“No listen, I didn’t mean what I said nor do I think of you like that. In fact I…well um…I’ve been in love with you for a while now…I just never felt like I deserved to be with you…” Jason admitted.
“Shh, I’m glad you said that cause I’m in love with you too.” You smiled.
Smirking Jason wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close to him, leaning down he closed his eyes soon pressed his lips to yours in your first kiss with him.
From afar Damian watched it all and sighed. It was hard for a boy his age to see the girl he had a first crush on be with someone else, but it was best really since of the age difference. Damian knew that there would be someone out there for him but only when he’d be much older.
||A/N: Looks like I was actually able to finish it today!! I hope you like it even though in my eyes it seems horrible….also I hope this is what you were looking for in your request!||
#42: Jason Todd x Reader
#42: Jason Todd x Reader
Thanks for requesting anon ❤ This imagine was inspired by this prompt by @otpprompts.
Request: I liked the one you wrote about Damian being miserable when his s/o isn’t talking to him. Would you be able to write a similar one about Jason Todd
TRIGGER WARNING: As someone who has stumbled across fics with triggering topics for me without warnings I feel obligated to put one here for mentions of an abusive relationship. If there’s a risk that reading mentions of self harm will distress you, please take care of yourself and don’t read this. I love you guys and I just wanna make sure you’re safe ❤
Jason hadn’t meant the argument to escalate the way it did. He had come back to the apartment he shared with you after a night of patrol with Bruce, and all he had wanted was the sleep he had been deprived of for days after dealing with his brooding father and infuriating brothers. He didn’t know how the two of you had ended up yelling at each other, and he had raised a hand in anger. The moment he saw fear in your eyes and watched you flinch away from him, like you were bracing yourself to be hit, was the moment he realized he had done something terribly wrong.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he said, moving to embrace you. “I forgot. I’m sorry.”
You backed away from him and headed straight to your room, locking the door and ignoring his every attempt to talk to you.
“Baby, please open the door,” he pleaded, trying the doorknob over and over again with every apology. You had been in an abusive relationship long ago, but it had impacted your life and something reminded you of it every single day. Jason couldn’t believe that he had let himself be another reminder, one that could end the relationship then and there.
Eventually he stopped trying to get you to open the door and wandered back to the living room. His shame was almost as much of a burden as the knowledge that you were now scared of him. He had promised to never raise a hand to you, and he had broken that promise.
Jason sat for hours listening to you cry from the living room. The separation absolutely killed him. It took everything in him not to break down the door and take you in his arms, but he knew that distance was the best thing for you right now. You would come out when you were ready, and he would do anything you asked to him to repair the damage.
The door finally opened, and Jason sprang to his feet as he watched you approach him. You didn’t look at him, and the guilt that weighed on him felt infinitely heavier.
“I’m sorry,” he said, opening his arms to you, hoping you would accept his apology. You stepped into his arms, letting him hold you, and he knew he was forgiven.
“I would never hurt you, Y/N,” he said. “I work every night to protect you, but I know I need to do better.”
“No,” you sniffled. “I’m just too sensitive. I can’t keep thinking about him when I’m with you—”
“Don’t you ever blame yourself,” Jason said firmly. “You’re not too sensitive. You survived something traumatic, the same way I did. We both have things that will forever remind us of it. You do everything you can to help me through mine, so I need to help you through yours. I swear I will never raise a hand to you again.”
He didn’t let go of you for the rest of the night, and you slept soundly in his arms with the promise that you would always be safe and protected with him.
키워드에 대한 정보 jason todd x reader he hits you
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