IM YOUR BIGGEST FAN

(jason todd x fem!ex-military!reader x platonic!damian wayne)

𝓣 here was a time when you were pretty popular thanks to your skills. that era now long gone, you moved on. you attend your boyfriend’s family sunday lunch to meet them all—only, nothing prepares you for discovering that you have… a fan? 𝒪 r, in which damian wayne recognizes you because of his secret obsession with your work from years ago, having spent his free time watching archived footage of your missions during his time in the league of assassins.

a/n : i put some efforts into this one, hope you enjoy it. this fanfic is a bit reader centric—tried my best to not give the reader the vibe of a mary sue…plz give it a try. also this contain fictional military shi—if you want more context about this “lore” click on the u̲‍̲͟‍n̲‍̲͟‍d̲‍̲͟‍e̲‍̲͟‍r̲‍̲͟‍l̲‍̲͟‍i̲‍̲͟‍n̲‍̲͟‍e̲‍̲͟‍d̲‍̲͟‍ w̲‍̲͟‍o̲‍̲͟‍r̲‍̲͟‍d̲‍̲͟‍s̲‍̲͟‍!̲‍

there is this phrase that says “the internet never forgets”. once you get exposed in a way or another, you leave a digital footprint.

in all honesty, you never cared about it—and never had a second thought about it. 

you had nothing to blame yourself for, and always been transparent about your past for the few ones who were aware of it.

not a dramatic past—you just grew up in a military family.

and like one who respects herself, you obviously had a military career. and when you are the daughter of elite soldiers from the special forces—it was pretty common to be raised into the ASCEND program.

technically nothing was really hardcore. no you didn’t get trained to become an elite brainwashed soldier-assassin. it was more like : starting your military career earlier with a specialization in one of the army’s main military specialties.

there is so many of them, all classified and each needed new specialized recruits to keep the special forces team at its current level :

physical strength and endurance, leadership, agility, good coordination, pain tolerance, spatial awareness, or even—

a great aim plus a natural habit of quick learning.

this. was your specialties. and pretty common ones. because after all, all what’s required is a good pair of eyes. and a brain who learns quickly through visuals.

so an eleven career it is. including the first seven years spent on small missions, working in the shadows and undergoing a huge amount of training, followed by four years in the special forces, carrying out OPEX missions and occasionally spying on terrorist organizations in order to keep the world at peace when the big and powerful superheroes couldn’t.

traveling all over the world, being recruited by people who think you are worthy to do sensible work—meaning : to eliminate bad guys. of course you have taken lives, it was a part of the job—you were ready for it but that doesn’t mean you were enjoying it.

after all, this whole carrer, you never really agreed on it. it was just to please your father—your family

make them proud.

so you worked, sometimes it was fun : discovering countries, laughing with teammates twice your age—at their bad dad jokes.

and sometimes it was, difficult.

skipping school, the pressure from your father, and the weight from the missions you’d been given—one that could end in failure, with all of you dead, or—in victory; rewarded with a medal and a sum of money starting with six zeros in the family bank account.

you had to live up to your family’s reputation—a wealthy family whose main resources were earned by living people who actually bled for them, rather than inherited through some wealthy legacy.

this career, as small and disappointing to your family’s eyes— was required. you did what they asked you to do, serve good, then left without any doubts and regrets at eighteen.

to focus yourself on a more— normal life.

and from there, everything passed smoothly and fast.

college, making new acquaintances, moving out into a new city for your masters degree, having young adult problems, to then—meet your not so normal boyfriend.

Jason listened, understood and wasn’t surprised—well he was a bit, because he couldn’t imagined you in this kind of field?.., then he opened himself too. he told you his life and you accepted it too; the past like the present.

both of you let down your walls.

transparence was something important in your relationship.

never hiding anything, only the truth. that is probably why your couple's life lasts a long time.

two years, and in four months three.

jason made his best to separate his vigilante life from the one you shared at your cozy apartment.

jason todd also distanced his family away from this important part of his life. you.

god he love you.

he also loves his brothers, when they are far away from his business— and not when one of them stumbles into your shared apartment by the window, the other stalks his girlfriend on instagram or even when another tries to befriend you in the streets.

seriously what were their problems.

and when bruce puts his nose in it, he knew this whole secret girlfriend relationship was over.

—

this night was long, the patrol was rough and a supposed night where he could have been only with you in the warmth of your arms— got ditched to a three hour reunion, planning the next big mission for the bat family.

jason was tired, and he did not need a brat like tim or damian to remind him.

bruce has proposed to him to take breakfast here since even dick was at the manor, for a family bonding meal but jason preferred to go.

knowing that on saturday you don’t work, he will catch up his absence from you—in bed, all the day.

jason made his way to the huge doors of the wayne manor ready to go when alfred spawned from nowhere to accompany him outside—like a great butler.

“oh and master jason— sunday at noon, your father had the brilliant idea to organize a family lunch. and per so, you and— if i’m not mistaken, your girlfriend are highly invited to come.”

jason stopped dead in his tracks, huffing as he pinched the bridge of his nose, his jaw clenching before he finally spoke.

“is it an invitation or an obligation alfred?”

the butler deeply looked at him, in a knowing look.

“i think, master jason, you can easily find by yourself the conclusion of this offer. beside we’re more than willing to meet someone you deeply care about.”

“yeah alright…”

alfred continues

“it’s only from a good intention, you are aware of how master bruce shows his care”

“i get it. until next time alfred.”

“likewise master jason, and if you wish—give your beloved my regards.”

“will do it…” jason muttered, but alfred even with his old age, caught his words. 

leaving a content butler behind him.

—

the cheap blinds were doing half of its job leaving the bedroom in a moody lighting that only gotham in the morning could offer. you were half asleep and even still, you could predict the weather— the average wet night left to be replaced by a light cloudy gray morning. few rays of the sun were trying to make their appearances, but gotham city is gotham city— everyone in here knows this phenomenon is kind of unique… still, there is this nostalgic feeling that gets through your nose as the scent of the previous pouring rain was left in the atmosphere of the city.

you didn’t know and—and didn’t try to find out—whether the scent of rain was coming through your antique window or from the arrival of your boyfriend, who, through the blur of your sleepiness, you heard making little noises in the bathroom. He took a quick shower before stumbling half-naked into the dark room, trading his bath towel for a pair of boxers.

then, a considerable weight sank into the mattress beside you. to finally be welcomed by a nose dipping in the crook of your neck, wetted hair on your cheeks and a pair of massive arms around your waist—the whole body of jason todd wanted to dive into yours in an act of love and shared warmth.

eyes still closed, both of your reposed breaths were filling the air, like your bodies they seemed to intertwine each other.

in this cozy silence, you muttered with a sleeping voice, breaking the air.

“rough night?”

the question only be replied with a hum from your boyfriends lips, vibrating through your skin.

you understood better, he didn’t sleep at the manor. letting him sleep deprived because he refused to sleep in a bed where you weren’t in there.

you called it exigence— jason calls it his own way of devotion to you.

and so, you mentally put aside all the chores you’ve wanted to do this morning. now replaced with a good nap of three to four hours at least with your muscles radiator boyfriend.

you wouldn’t complain to that.

—

3pm could be read on the living room clock, the odd hour did not stop the both of you to order some greasy burgers and fries from the nearest bat burger.

after a long nap of more than four hours, jayson trapped you between his big muscular arms for long hugs—the time flew pretty fast.

only the faint sound of the tv was filling the silence as you dig in your lunch on the vintage couch.

chewing a huge bit of jason’s burger, and him setting down his drink, he remembered something from this morning

“oh you have the best regards from alfred by the way.”

with a tissue you clean your mouth, shortly glancing at your boyfriend—much more occupied to eat his fries too

“really? aw that so kind of him, next time you see him tell him i said hello too— “don’t worry the next time you’re coming with me”

you paused, and put all your attention into what jason just said— with furrowed brows

“huh? can you please elaborate todd?”

he huffed as he mindlessly eat a fry, eyes in the void. you could see his jaw clenching.

“bruce invited us to sunday’s family lunch, and coming from him it’s not really a proposition y’know…” 

looking at your surprised face— your lips forming a “o” speechless—he continue but this time, his green eyes was dipping into yours

“i mean if you don’t want to ‘cause it’s too much we can ditch ‘em.” 

“no it’s fine, i guess there is time for everything and beside—i want to really for real, meet your brothers”

to your answer, jason huffed through his nose

“pfft… don’t remind me”

“they’re just curious i guess?”

“ more like they can’t mind their own business— i mean, what do you expect from detectives after all? they like to stick their noses into everything.”

you giggle to that, the laughter filling the room as jason looked at you with soft eyes.

—

“are those wine bottles okay?”

“my opinion, there are too much” jason replied to your choice of gift. sunday arrived quickly, now the couple of you was walking to the entry of the wayne manor. a childish conflict was filling the air to not say— you were a bit nervous, and your boyfriend was so nonchalant that it did not help.

“seriously baby they don’t deserve any gifts—“ i just want to make a good impression, that's all!” you shout, nervously playing with the straps of the wine bag.

jason squeezed your free hand in a silent way to reassure you.

“well too bad you’re effortlessly perfect” 

“oh shut up todd”

standing in front of the immense doors, you didn’t have the chance to continue your sentence and to take a long breath, the doors opened—welcomed by an old man, alfred pennyworth.

at the sight of you his face changed to a more content expression, replacing his usual neutral one.

“welcome to the wayne manor, wasn’t the journey too long?”

“no, it was fine really!” unsettled by the interaction, your brain automatically went on autopilot—which, for you, meant rambling endlessly just to fill the silence. “oh, and here's a little gift. i know it’s not much but—“ it’s perfect miss” alfred cuts in kindly.

with a nudge on your lower back, and a comforting eye contact with jason; the two of you followed alfred.

—

the encounter went eventually great, bruce seemed to be at first glance—a man with exigencies. but it was in reality just his natural gaze and more you talked to him, the more he seemed less intimidating. after all the man was only worried for the well-being of his son.

all the main discussions were held around a rich decorated table, fancy dishes displayed with a accompaniment of a large choice of drinks.

on your left was jason and in front of you was dick grayson, the older brother of the siblings. he had told you the whole family wasn’t all there due to sport activities— even tho you were aware of their nightly activities as vigilante, you chose to say nothing about it.

“if cass and duke are in fact really out of town, where is damian?” tim drake, the clever teenager was chewing a toast of smoked salmon with crème fraiche accompanied with finely chopped chives on it, asking whoever at the table would have the answer.

“i already told him to come at 1pm, he probably lost track of time” bruce responds while he cuts with a chirurgical precision his foie gras into pieces to settle them on slices of bread.

alfred pennyworth displayed another plate of unique dishes and reply :

“master bruce, perhaps i could check on master damian to eventually convince him to come?”

“it would be great alfred, thank you.”

—

“what’s the matter pennyworth”

here, in the barn, was settled damian wayne and beside him layered titus with his larger friend—batcow.

the boy would much rather spend his time with animals than having dinner with a stranger—the so-called girlfriend of jason todd.

“master damian, i am aware of your disinterest about this family meal but your father requires your presence”

damian did his best to hold back a sigh of pure annoyance, knowing already that he really did not have the choice.

petting reluctantly one last time batcow, he goes up with titus by his side.

“lead the way pennyworth then.”

—

damian eventually stopped in front of a mirror to adjust his clothes and absentmindedly dragged himself to the living room.

what he was unaware of, is the person the boy was going to meet : will restart an old obsession phase from his days in the league of assassins.

—

at the sight of his son, as the boy walked without bothering to take a look at anyone at the table—more interested to reach his place, bruce made the introductions, knowing very well that damian wouldn’t do it.

“damian, meet our guest” with a little pause and eyed at you briefly, saying your name “and meet my youngest son.”

an awkward moment passed due to the no-reaction of damian, who was very much more occupied to fill his plate. you glances briefly at jason who was chewing like a hungry dog and mouth full—he replied by an encouraging nod.

“uh—that a pleasure to finally meet you damian”

the awkward polite response peeves him right away, the urge to snap at this—guest, stranger who’s insignificant to his existence comes quickly.

he already has the speech prepared in his mind, ready to make this person leave his house.

putting his utensils on the table harshly, his sharp eyes suddenly meet yours— in a way to intimidate the guest.

“don’t bother, i don’t need your fake charm to make me like y—“ 

the sentence unfinished, jason was ready to lose his temper to what his brother said to his girlfriend, but to the sight of damian’s shocked face—he furrowed his brows and waited.

the only word damian could pronounce was a code name—your code name.

you stiffen up, matching his shocked expression

“how do you know that”

“i used to— i am an admirer of your works. truly. does it bother you to sign my copy of the DISPATCH magazine?”

you could only nod, speechless. surprised that someone would be— fan of you? in no universe you could have predicted that.

“great,” damian face arbor a small smile, content. he glanced at his father and then at the boyfriend of his interest nonchalantly

“then after lunch, perhaps we could hang out to test our skills”

“damian don’t startle our guest.” bruce warning fell on deaf ears as damian got up from his chair.

“yes and also—i think you owe her an apology too!” jason barks

the boy did not bother to look at his angry sibling—“may i excuse myself, i’m heading to my room to take my issue. for the autograph.”

everyone was left speechless. both by the boy’s boldness and by his sudden interest in and admiration for a human being who wasn’t part of his family.

and this— was actually the first time damian wayne experienced what it feels like to be fan of someone. 

the same way a teenage girl would fangirl over justin bieber back in the 2010’s.

— epilogue

later that day; tim eventually was the first to bring the subject up again, a smirk could be seen on his face.

“you really worked for the military”

you agree to his question who looked more like a fact.

“so it the truth.” the teenager chuckled and started typing on his phone, he then said :

“i guess oracle owe me ten bucks”

“did you just bet with my girlfriend about jason’s girlfriend?—“ dick gives him an exasperated, incredulous look. “unbelievable.”

—

meanwhile, from bruce wayne perspective.

the father now understood what talia used to say about their son’s— strange obsessions.

the boy was raised by a grandfather who put in his head that he needed to be the strongest in everything.

to master every useful skill on the field. even the one coming from western soldier.

damian had always been surrounded by and trained alongside the best mentors—thanks to his mother’s connections all over the world.

yes he used to be mentored by guys like slade—deathstroke, working with weapons. but to his eyes—you were the teacher he always looked for.

damian would never admit the reason for this admiration—but perhaps we could theorize he saw himself in you.

it was silly—his habit of devouring vintage military archives from magazines; to occasionally watching classified footage of recorded missions in which a certain recruit would appear, was practically the holy grail to him. a habit he had carried with him since his time in the league of assassins.

the only difference in gotham was that now he would glaze and gush about you to Alfred instead of his mother.

alfred got trapped at least twice in the batcave to watch a thirty minutes of classified archive footage where every time you appeared on— the boy paused to analyse your technique.

“see how she aimed pennyworth? —the bullet literally bounced back to unpredictably bullseye the target”

“yes master damian,..this was a genius move.”

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distributed exclusively within military bases, DISPATCH is intended solely for military use. the publication must not be distributed, reproduced, or disclosed to unauthorized personnel— civilian.

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candidates are selected exclusively from a limited pool of military families and evaluated from an early age.

ASCEND program remains classified and is not publicly acknowledged as part of conventional military recruitment. access is restricted to authorized military personnel.

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CAN A VIGILANTE BE ALONE FOR ONE WEEK?

(with his gf only)

(jason todd x fem!reader)

𝓣 he red hood disappeared for a exact time of five days, leaving his father the bat—to say the least, worried. sending over his acolyte, robin and the bat were far far away from the truth behind this sudden ghost-like behavior.

a/n : sorry for the grammatical errors, i just worked too much on this work that it piss me off to always re-read myself lol

"it could be better todd." the sharp gaze of damian wayne was observing the small living room slash kitchen of the apartment he broke into. standing not far away from the "door" he previously made his way in—meaning the window, Damian could see a preview of his brother's daily life.

well, jason’s and yours apartment. an unknown fact from the boy. the thought of jason being in a relationship plus! living with someone else would never cross the boy's mind, in no universe!

and here it is, a small place situated on the fourth floor of a pretty chill neighborhood.

the place was—to not say poor, self-decorated…by things both of you appreciated to hide the cracks on the walls and the missing tiles of the floor due to the antiquity of the apartment. Damian found this bold and grotesque. a house was supposed to reflect your wealth and power. everything there is—too much personal, too vulnerable, shabby even somehow…—cozy?

every time he glanced at a corner, damian discovered new things! unbelievable.

the room was filled by a huge amount of cultural items; from books to vinyls, without forgetting home made drawings? and cheap reproductions of popular paintings…

the child was really thinking that his brother was in complete destitution.

the reality was— you had no sources of income thanks to your uni life taking a consequential place in your schedule. and for jason, well sometimes he gained some dirty money from his questionable works and sometimes he earned nothing from them due to murder reasons…even tho now he tries his best to keep both of you out of this messy life, silently listening to bruce’s advices and perhaps gaining his trust for once. jason did not have the guts, or maybe his ego was talking—to demand a bit of income from his father’s wealth.

plus, according to you two: this place was comfortable enough to live in. the reality was that this place wasn’t really poor— just with a character, charm and a coziness both of you liked very much.

neither jason nor you wanted to live in a grandiose place— too wealthy for you to feel at home, and this was perfect for now.

obviously for eyes like damian’s, this was…unacceptable. the little prince is clearly not accustomed to this kind of— western poorish style.

"cool, because I never asked for your opinion" jason todd in all his glory, sitting on his couch, legs displayed on the low old wooden table—was minding his own business, such as : reading a good book. the same one recommended by the old man who runs this sixty years old library in the neighborhood.

jason did not planned for his younger brother visit, in all honesty he likely thought the young boy would had preferred staying at home, in his luxurious chamber that the wayne manor could afford; hard studying the art of whatever médecine or the ways of fighting like a niche monk from the other side of the planet…

but no, he was here. and jason had a little bit of an idea of the matter of this intrusion in his personal life.

it’s been now one week since the Red Hood did his last apparition. a whole week jason todd cuts himself from the rest of the world, passing through the radars of the ones seeking him (his family). no phone localization, no citizen complaining about the mess a certain vigilante had made or not even thugs mortally brutalized—strange isn’t it.

bruce—well, the batman was frustrated. as much he would never admit it; his second son’s recent behavior was frustrating him, not to say that it was secretly, deep under him—worrying him. worried that his son’s demons would had made jason have another pulsion of crossing again the dangerous line separating vigilantes from villains.

the Red Hood was merciless, arrogant and had a way of working the batman did not appreciate very well. his way of acting suddenly silent was unpredictable—inconsistent, with no questionable known signs.

batman couldn’t bear it so robin got sent away for answers.

oh and don’t mistaken jason’s nonchalance to the sight of his brother slash damian wayne slash insolent demon child in his place. he was indeed pissed of the start of this appointment, in his apartment—his life outside the wayne manor.

a peace that jason wasn’t eager to share for everyone’s eyes.

—

jason did not bother to ask and interrogate damian, knowing perfectly that the brat would never spit out how he founded him. this child and his old habits…

“alright. what do you—no, what does batman want?” jason closes his book but not without putting his bookmark—a museum ticket between the rights pages. feet on the grounds, fists on the couch as a lever to stand himself up.

“we’ve been aware of an abnormal inactivity of the Red Hood, what are you planning?” damian spoke, judging jason’s accoutrements, eyeing him from the top to the bottom. but choosing not to speak up about it. his gaze was enough.

beside, damian was quite irritated to be here and had the only wish to go back to his pets sides; but something in him sensed that jason was uncomfortable from his presence. —why? damian couldn’t know. but he was much pleased to mess with his brother and his business.

“okay, right. we’re gonna make this quick—we both know that none of us is plaises about this night meet” jason get his way closer to his brother, towering him by the height— rivaling by their gaze. 

they both crossed their arms to their chests; an act of defiance. jason continued his speech; “ there is no plan right now that concerns all of you, can’t a guy be alone for five days or bruce is going to break into my house on the sixth?”

even with his mask on, you could see damian’s brow lifting up. the white lens of his eyes expending in a comical way. “is the Red Hood losing his discipline?” 

jason roll his greenish eyes, puffing though his nose, making a displeased noise; as he put his bigger hands on his brother shoulder— guiding him backward to the window. “alright. i’m not in the mood for a rage baiting session in my living room—had yours answer, now go back to you nest Robin.”

smirking, damian makes no complains about being tugged— surprisingly gently, outside. “so sensitive brother, is your home place making you vulnerable” as Robin took a step on the fire escape, back to his brother; jason was pleased from his departure “yeah—to the next time” trying to shove him outside with a hand but got cut out by damian’s reflexes.

damian glanced behind his shoulder, his white lens illuminating in the black night. “we both know that batman will still be displeased with your ghost behavior— you would do well to make yourself known Red Hood.—preferably in the next hours. just saying. ” and with that, the demon child left. disappearing like a bat from the fourth floor of a building.

with a rough hand, jason made sure the window was locked as he yanked the curtains with a demesured strength.

“goddamn, we can’t be peaceful at home now…not even a vigilante has the right to relax—“ mister Hood, did you just shove off your sibling? how rude.” you, completely aware of the previous situation due to your boyfriend complains— made your presence known as lingering to the bedroom door, with up in your embrace : potato, your slim black furred cat. “—meow”

jason’s eyes lingered lower from your eyes, pleased at the sight in front of him— and he was not admiring the cat. the view of your naked legs showing and by only wearing that cute nuisette you knew he usually beg for you to wear it—jason was aware that under it, was his boxer short.

that fact makes him wanted to drool over your body, then to continue with a night full of physical love activity. but jason knew better; that— on sunday, at 12pm you should’ve been already up to bed; for a long sleep before the upcoming day at the uni. without him.

“so what, you wanted your very private boyfriend's only vacation to end with the grace of having the demon brat in our living?”

“you’re rude to him. obviously he acts like a brat— both of you.”

jason made his way to you, sliding his scarred arms to your waist and lingering his head to give to a peck at the cheek.

"and I think, that you should be already sleeping"

"difficult to manage since I could hear your shouts resonate from the bedroom—you know right that this place is badly isolated?" you mumble in jayson embrace as he press you in his chest– making you nudge even more potato.

with that the three of you made your way to the bed.

–

snuggled onto jayson's chest, invading his side of the bed with both of your legs intertwined in a weird but somehow comfortable position. potato, him was curled into a ball with his tail, who'd sometimes lash jayson's feet when he'd accidentally touched the black furred beast when he was into a deep cat-sleep.

jayson mumbled your name, you responded with a hummed "mmh".

"what do you think about this place"

"this place?" you furrowed your brows as your eyes were closed.

"yes–its okay for you?"

"of course it is jay. its perfect."

"mmh." he responded, but you could feel jayson was restraining himself from talking, he was in a conflict with himself– an usual bad habit.

you huff through your nose and clinging more to his naked chest, "okay spill it out jay before it haunt both of us for the week"

"I feel selfish to move out with you in this—okay place, with dangerous surroundings when I could just ask b– my father for y'know... a much better apartment with probably more than two pieces...if I wasn't so arrogant and...too proud I–"" none of this is your fault and– you puffed, I like my apartment with its two piece; you don't jay?"

"i never said that"

"then stop complaining and doubting yourself. this place, its perfect for the three of us."

jayson managed to smile, as the sleep was slowly coming "you say'd it"

DIRTY CLOTHES AND CUTE MEETING

(jason todd x fem!reader)

𝒲 ho could have predicted that going to a laundromat at night—especially in gotham city, would lead to developing a crush on a cute stranger?

you did not meant to go out at past midnight in the streets of Gotham city— you just had a little emergency.

washing clothes emergency precisely.

it was not usual for you to be forgetful, but with your uni life as a student at the Gotham University—and especially at this time of the year where important exams were held; it was hard to focus on multiple things at once.

with this pressure, you felt like you had spent more of your time at the uni library than in your small apartment. the problem was here— you worked too much, which led you to neglect your routine.

and so, it meant you forgot to have your clothes washed before an even more exhaustive week begins.

—

here you are now, walking though the dark city yet active for a place where it is not recommended at all to go when the stars start shining.

your back is aching and you can't guess if it is the fault of the huge bag of dirty clothes you're carrying, or by the shrimp posture you usually have when you're diving in your studies.

...it's definitely your usual bad posture.

still in your mind, walking with a fast enough cadence and eyes avoiding eye contacts with whoever gothamite stranger. you precipitated yourself to the laundromat, not because you feared it to be closed—no it’s always open 24/7.

no you precipitated yourself to avoid getting involved into whatever gangs fights, or worst— stumbling into a vigilante.

because vigilante goes with far more problems and enemies behind your back…

—and it was the last thing you needed.

—

the laundromat was indeed opened and luckily for you, three washing machines were available—even tho for you, you only required one, it was good to know that those machines got repaired since the last fight involving Robin and some men working for Penguin left a pretty damaged place…

you put your dirty clothes and the washing products in the machine and then pay for your cycle for the hour.

your clothes now being washed, and the washing machine turns like the others.—leaving you now in waiting for the cycle to end, and being alone in a place safe enough to stay an hour.

you breath slowly and let yourself have a moment of calm— as the only sound known were the ones of the washing machines; you then check your phone as an automatism. looking if you’d receive a message or two but end up with nothing.

digitals numbers read 12:10am. with an hour in front of you,

you decided to take an advance for your next test on wednesday by working there; you secretly hoped that no one would bother you— and if so, there are cameras. this place is nearly safe you guess?.

beside, at this hour, only normal citizen like you from the neighborhood could be here. there’s no reason for bad guys to come by unless this place hide somewhere a weapons room—which you doubt.

this neighborhood of yours is pretty calm, in a Gotham way let’s say.

sitting on the floor due to the absence of chairs, with books and pens opened around yourself and without forgetting your wired earphones blasting music in your ears, helping you to dive in your history study.

you found yourself easily working, and distracted by your book in this place that serves as your usual so called uni library— if you set aside the coldness of the laundromat with it aggressive white light, similar to the ones from the malls. it would never replace the coziness and the warmth of your familiar working place.

for now, no one dared to bother you— yet.

—

“ i attend you tomorrow’s night at 9:00pm at The Iceberg Lounge for a conversation with the Penguin. Robin discovers a probable human trafficking case again. be there. ”

the message could be read on jason’s burner phone, sent by an unknown number— he already knew it was from his adoptive father and the protector of Gotham who is none but Batman.

“fuck, is he serious?” at this hour he sent me this message? seriously. jason grumbled to himself as he sat on the fire escape of his apartment for a brief moment of respite and thought.

it’s been almost two days since he did his last patrol. his night-work left his suit dirty to a point that he tried everything within his grasp to clean it : soap that make every stain disappear (the one everyone possesses), products recommended by girls on the internet. no. nothing could do it.

—what a luck.

jason got up from his crouching position, locking the window behind him. walking with a slow cadence and eventually deciding to try one last time to aggressively rub his work outfit as if the rough pressure would magically make his problem disappear —or perhaps to see that somewhat the stains and dirt were not that bad after all.

after a moment of contemplation of this mess that is his Red Hood suit. standing in his bathroom with foam everywhere and surprisingly smooth and good scenting hands. jason exhaled a long breath, closing his eyes— unhappy of the situation, he knew he had only two options left to him.

the first one very displeased him, the other were—a bit unconscientious.

it’s been not too long ago since he again had a fight and eventually disappointed his father’s trust— jason was still fired up against bruce’s no-killing rule. his ego, everything in him refused to go to the manor, ask alfred to work a miracle for his suit.

so the last option it is— the niche laundromat of the neighborhood.

the advantage was that only the locals of the neighborhood knew about it, the place was pretty small but convenient. he never took a step in there but saw the room always lighten up when he came from his patrol. a 24/7 laundromat, with cameras that definitely do not work— this could be promising.

but jason was still reticent, going out and carrying his suit in a public space could be really risky. the Red Hood is a menacing persona— it needs to stay like it. plus jason certainly did not need his face revealed and inked in the Gotham Globe newspaper.

—

looking at the time from the alarm clock indicating 11:40pm in a bright red— he hoped that no one would be at the laundromat, he means; at this hour what average gothamite would go outside? 

this though unconsciously gave him the boost of confidence he needed.

selling his suit in a sport bag, he put on a dark red hoodie over his white thigh tank top, a black jeans, then tied his running shoes. keys in his right pocket, jason made his way to the laundromat; in the rainy night of gotham, with his hood over his head.

tonight the Red Hood was out— for a more civilized lifestyle mission.

—

despite his little boost of confidence earlier. jason, as an automatism took a look at every corner of the laundry station street for possible treats.

like he predicted—no one was in the laundromat.

in a record time of two minutes and thirty seconds, jason deals with his dirty Red Hood suit situation— throwing the clothes with the grace of a bowling player aiming for the pin; he even make sure to pour a sufficient amount of detergent so his suit will be as clean as ever.

“guess i have to be around there for an hour.” as he set his watch for the time the cycle will be over.

—

the hour passed surprisingly quickly, jason todd took advantage of this time to eventually “patrolling around” in the shadow, and even helped a kid to make his way back to his house as the child told him he went to play football with his friends. but at his house the door were locked— so jason as a good civilian, he broken it.

this accounting reminded him of a happy part of his childhood— he used to have the same hangouts, mainly because jason avoided his home and his violent father and after willis left— he avoided his mom’s dealer.

as he checked his watch, it was 12:40am.

jason decided to come back to the laundromat around ten minutes earlier, wanting to profit from the little warmth that offered the place; it was better than hanging around outside, in the pouring rain and howling wind.

on the way back, jason todd was in his thoughts—walking casually, comfortable. knowing that after he has taken his suit, we would certainly have a good sleep thanks to his “patrol” in the shadow.

his body stop before his mind understood why. while he came near the laundromat—the one who’s supposed to be empty of people. at this hour of the night—day?

was, well…definitely not empty.

jason’s jaw clenches, he swallows— he have to go take back his clothes. this is nonnegotiable. he cannot let his things there another hour, awaiting this person, girl— pretty girl. concentrated. pretty concentrated girl— oh whatever jason.

awaiting this pretty girl who'd possibly—he don’t know, steal his work outfit? 

no way.

and as he analyzed, she seem concentrated; minding her own business. she even have wired earphones— she would probably at one hundred percent not notice him.

and even if— if she notices him, nothing weird could be assumed right? he’s a random dude, wearing random clothes— shut up todd. just open the goddamn door instead of standing awkwardly outside.

opening the glass door, jason took exactly two steps to position himself back resting on the dirty white wall with a ridiculous distance from the sated girl on the floor; who indeed did not acknowledged him.

he let himself have a relief breath. good, now he have to wait for about four minutes and fifty nine seconds before his cycle stop.

the minutes passed to quickly, he did not saw his machine’s cycle stopping nor he heard the small beeps from his settled watch—no jason todd was too concentrated to watch someone who were as well concentrated too, studying.

no thoughts in his brain could give a reasonable explanation for why he was analyzing you— a synonym in the jason todd’s dictionary for being fascinated by you.

you were just so— effortless. effortlessly beautiful. effortless by doing pretty much nothing.

just effortless at all— that is why he thinks he lost his breath for a second.

even with the most awkward shrimp pose you sat with, the way your hair was messy and by your serious side profile— he naturally thought that if a word could fit you, it would be beautiful.

jason todd catch the way he lost his breath for a second, but did not catch his watch beeping nor his suit waiting for him.

—

proud. you were pretty proud of yourself for this one hour studying session in the middle of the night. somewhere between the twentieth and thirtieth minute, you entered a literal feral flow state that gave you the ability to tackle a huge chapter that was supposed to take you at least five hours to study.

glancing at your phone for the hour—in nearly five minutes your clothes will be ready! perfect.

bringing your bag closer by your side, putting the caps back on your pencils to tide them in your pencil case, you took all your handouts made earlier, stacking them in your white translucide folder. then you took your books; everything put in your bag, classified the way you liked.

standing up, you did not bother to be aware of your surroundings since none at nearly 01:00am could be here.— obviously.

taking out your white wired headphones, with the will of stacking them messily in your hoodie’s pocket— that only then, you catch a dark mass at the corner of your eyes.

like a reflex, your body startles. paralyzed for a second you fix this dark mass— this guy— nice looking guy— with rounded eyes like a deer caught in the headlights.  and your hand still in the air as an action for taking out your left earphone still in your ear while the other falls off on your chest.

rapidly you swallow—trying to get over this surprise.

smiling awkwardly, you bowed your head a little. only a small hello came out from your mouth, and you blamed yourself for not saying it louder.

not wanting to be seen as weird and also to stop the long eye contact with the stranger you have, you automatically again get a look at your phone’s notifications, and again, no messages.

glancing everywhere but where the nice-looking guy was, you couldn’t shut the thought that he could be—possibly a danger. you finally glance down at the main objects of why both of you (you think) were for.

your machine indicated the end of the cycle in one minute and eleven seconds, while the one beside was— already ended.

wait, what.

okay, your heart lost a beat for that. why this now weird guy did not take his laundry?

—“ i think your cycle ended” no way you just said that. and yet these words left your mouth in a pretty loud volume for someone who did not wish to have problems at this hour of the night—day?

—

again both of you were stuck making eye contact.

dammit you were prettier when you looked at him like that. jason could feel a rush of adrenaline flooding his brain— shit, he couldn’t keep looking at you! now you must think he’s a weirdo.

“what did you say?”—he felt his senses were in a blur?

“your machine, the washing cycle had ended”

oh shoot. right. you embarrassed yourself todd and creeped out a girl. cool.

“i-didn’t—uh. noticed— thanks’” he only managed to mumble as he rushed toward the machine.

and after that he functioned in slow-motion, his brain short-circuiting. he couldn’t think straight.

jason was moving like a martian trying to copy the way a human act.

crouching in front of the washing machine, unzipping his sport bag letting it fall on his right side. he opened the rounded translucide door, to get a hand at whatever was coming first in his hands.

jason gave none of his attention at why he was here to begin with. how could he be, while you were literally beside him in a distance of less than one meter as your cycle just ended? he could even smell your scent— was it from your hair or your hoodie?

both of you tried in a blank silence to avoid and forget each other’s presence while minding your business.— right, the clothes.

then,

you stopped your movements. jason could feel it, you were stiff— much more than earlier when he surprised you.

did he scare you? no! if so you would have quickly run away from this damn place.

why were you looking at him like that— no. you weren’t staring right at his face.

it was lower. like staring at something in his hands.

…

oh he fucked up.

in his palms, here, was laying the front of his Red Hood armor. the red bat out and exposed.

alright now, he thought his first option—simply going to the manor and putting his ego aside, was probably the smartest choice.

but that too late.— and he revealed his identity like an amateur.

okay now bruce can be disappointed in him.

hand clinging the suit, jason cursed himself inwardly. and with reticence he looked up.

once more in a eye contact with the pretty girl.

Jason only caught the way your glossy lips moved, uttering those four words that would definitely haunt him at night.

“nice outfit, i guess”

(jayson todd x fem!reader) + roy harper

for a better understanding of the imagine i highly suggest you to read instagram lovers before

a/n : it’s kind of short and i didn’t have pretty much any inspiration so, i did my best ig

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batburger_enthusiast 📦👍🏼

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roy harper—@whiskeyisfineee : yeah and it was delicious

j—@batburger_enthusiast : so it was you.

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batburger_enthusiast @iam.mii is more a bat than i.

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✶ fem!reader—@iam.mii : fuck you?

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✶ fem!reader—@iam.mii : the coolest ppl after a wayne charity gala

roy harper—@whiskeyisfineee : his drunken ass, that not serious buddy

roy harper—@whiskeyisfineee : @iam.mii he doesn’t deserve you, wanna have a drink next time i come 2 gotham?

j—@batburger_enthusiast : fuck off

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batburger_enthusiast missing motorcycle in crime alley, look with what i have to work with. you robber i’m gonna find you.

please contact ————- if you have seen it.

j.

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✶ fem!reader—@iam.mii : omg j you forgot to put the picture of the missing bike…….

✶ fem!reader—@iam.mii : re-edit your post seriously hello???

roy harper—@whiskeyisfineee : ouuuhh rough time buddy

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roy harper—@whiskeyisfineee : fatass is complaining

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iam.mii @batburger_enthusiast average date w me…oh ok!

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j—@batburger_enthusiast : 👍🏼nice cooked pasta

roy harper—@whiskeyisfineee : what is that.

roy harper—@whiskeyisfineee : @iam.mii you can stop pretending you love him yk? i’m right here if you need a financial support

j—@batburger_enthusiast : she’s taken.

✶ fem!reader—@iam.mii : @whiskeyisfineee if i wanted in the first place a stable financial support i wouldn’t have choosen j

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iam.mii after a year in gotham, i much prefer the red bat now

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j—@batburger_enthusiast : delete

j—@batburger_enthusiast : respond to my messages

j—@batburger_enthusiast : 👎🏼

roy harper—@whiskeyisfineee : oh oh trouble in paradise

@gcpd_official : hello can you DM us for further details and informations about the RED HOOD and his latest emplacement.

(jason todd x fem!reader)

here’s how i imagine yours and jason todd instagram accounts would look like as your relationship grows.

a/n : reader does not have a choosen skin color, the pics come from pinterest i only takes the ones that inspire me.

niche girl blog account

you post time to time, when you are not drowning in your studies, to update your hometown’s friends

some posts randomly blew up because they are aesthetic even though they’re the ugliest pics you haven taken??

you put “true gothamite” in your bio the day you gotten in the path of a fight between two faces and robin

and also since the day your dating jason (a win is a win)

type of person that after not even one year living in gotham city try to act nonchalant about the vigilantes hype but in secret fail miserably( your can’t contain your excitement every time you see the batman light call up in the sky)

appreciate a smooth feed without trying to be perfect, you just randomly take aesthetic pictures when it comes to you, while ignoring jason who doesn’t understand the concept

“babe that our grocery”

“nuh-uh. that you carrying our grocery, nuance”

“why you’d think your followers will like a picture… like this?”

“it’s not just “like this” it’s you—a dude on my instagram feed. it mean everything.”

jason genuinely stare at you, he’s really trying to understand this social media logic thing

“everything what? is it a dog whistle?”

“oh my god jason.”

accidentally exposed jason’s vigilante persona

no one actually connected the two things between the post and jason real identity thanks to his anonymous account

your most liked post after that one pic showing your “cozy” home date with jason

after you and him become a real long term thing he brought a real phone, his personal phone. the first one since he came back from the dead.

refuse for a short time to install any social media apps but secretly got interested about it every time in the bed he saw you scrolling through it

and also because it piss him off to not get the references and memes you tell him.

finally one day he throw his phone on your lap and grunts you to download few apps

you look up to him, through your place from the couch “what’s that for?”

“have to keep an eye on you so go on.”

raising an eyebrow, you looked at him. a smile smirk could be seen on your face

“oh is that so? aren’t you, perhaps…highly interested to stop being a chronically offline grandpa?”

“okay. forget about it—“ no! i was joking! come on jay”

won’t admit it, but he thought that doing things like you would gets you closer.

he is interested to learn the most he can about you by connecting with every piece of media you consume. even the ones he’s reticent about it.

you created the account and used to own the password but somehow—thanks to jason’s clumsy fingers it got changed and even him don’t know the final password.

everyone thinks you’re the one behind the choice of jason’s username— but it’s really him who willingly chooses it!

tim leaked his account to the whole batfam three days after it creation—that how everyone in the wayne manor knew about your existence (also thanks to jason’s shameless posts about you)

yeah, i love my gf type of account

ironically post like a gen x?

screenshots, low quality pictures and sometimes post stuff without caption—no one understand what’s he’s up to??

still doesn’t understand the internet gen z slang because his feed is full of gen x tuff bike posts

make posts to give his opinions but you made his account private in a thought that he wouldn’t like to be publicly seen even tho he’s anonymous; so he managed to make his account go public and goes in a feral state, spamming and tagging a lot of publications he’s targeting.

accidentally goes viral by sharing pics of you. you did not mind, he does.

beg threatened tim to help him delete/manage the wave of followers he had

𓊆ྀིjason todd alias. RED HOOD𓊇ྀི