Hi! You can call me crick! (Or crack lol) I really dont care. My pronouns are he/him. I am trans, disabled, and 20 years old.
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Word Count: 700
Warnings: not proof read, very minor injury.
Other Shit: This is inspired by my own personal experience lol. unfortunately i dont have a hot bf to help me 😔
Summary: Reader cant see in the dark. jason is a good boyfriend.
The moon hangs high in the smoggy sky but that doesn't matter because the light can't shine through your curtains. And your night light doesn't help much. You had woken up in the middle of the night thirsty. When you reach for your water bottle you find it empty. With a sleepy sigh you sit up in bed and try to take in what little you can see in your room. You can't see in the dark. Like at all. You are basically night blind. In your old apartment this wasn't too much of an issue, eventually you had memorized the layout and could walk around without seeing much. But recently you and Jason moved into a new apartment together.
Not wanting to wake Jason up, you carefully get out of bed and find the wall. What you had forgotten was your dresser between you and the door. Just as you gain confidence you slam into the dresser causing it to shake and things to fall. You whimper and bite your tongue as you lower yourself to the ground to nurse your now definitely bruised knee.
When Jason hears the crash his eyes snap open. Before he has the chance to grab the gun he keeps in his nightstand he hears your small whimper. He spots you on the floor across the room and makes his way over to you. “Hey, I'm gonna touch you. Don't get scared.” Jason knows his footsteps are basically silent and that you can't see him so he announces himself. His knees crack as he kneels down to cup your cheek. “You didn't see that, did you?” He sounds slightly amused but also worried. “Is the nightlight not enough?” When you shake your head he sighs. “Why didn't you wake me?”
“You only got back from patrol a few hours ago. You need to sleep.”
“And you need to not hurt yourself.” He chuckles softly. “Is your knee ok?”
“Yeah.” You murmur knowing it's definitely going to bruise.
“Where were you trying to go?”
“Kitchen. To get water.”
“And you forgot the dresser was there?”
You nod.
“Alright. Up you go.” He sighs, picking you up under your arms, lifting you to your feet. “Let's get you water.” Jason carries you out to the kitchen, setting you on the counter and flicking on the soft light above the stove. “We have got to figure this out.” He says grabbing your bottle to fill it.
“It's fine. I'll memorize the new layout eventually.”
Jason sighs. “I don't want you to have to memorize the layout of our home just to get around, baby. I just want you to be able to see.”
“It's fine. I feel like anything that might help would inconvenience you. And I don't want that. Especially when you're trying to sleep.”
“That is not a problem. I could sleep in any situation. And what inconveniences me is waking up to you crashing into things in the middle of the night. Now, what would help? More nightlights? A brighter nightlight? Glowing light switches? Just leaving lights on? What can I do to help?”
“I- …maybe all of the above?” You say sheepishly.
“Done. I'll do anything to help. To make you feel safe. To make you feel comfortable.”
“Thank you.” You take a sip of your water.
“Of course. I'll start working on it tomorrow. Now. Let's get you to bed. Do you want uppies or to hold my hand to get back?”
You giggle and look at him like he should already know the answer. Because he does. But you make grabby hands anyway. “Uppies.”
Jason chuckles and scoops you up. “Of course.” He brings you back to bed, setting your water bottle on your nightstand and kissing your forehead before circling the bed. When he lays down he pulls you to his chest curling around you. His lips are resting against your forehead.
“I love you.” You cuddle into him.
“I love you too, my sweet.” He murmurs against your hair hugging you close.
After a long comfortable silence. “...Jason?” You whisper.
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: not proof read, mentions of past abusive partner, reader has autism, panic attack, i think thats it please lmk if i missed anything
Other Shit: um... ya idk how i fell abt this. enjoy?
Summary: Reader has trauma from their past partner and jason accidentally triggers it.
When you wake up this morning you already felt off. You were tired, anxious and on edge. Jason noticed. Of course he did. But this wasn't too abnormal for you. You're autistic, sometimes this just happens. The way your hands trembled slightly as you clung to him in your sleep, it worried him of course but he didn't think too much of it. You whined in your sleep when he got out of bed to make coffee and breakfast. He kissed your forehead before leaving the room.
Eventually you wake up alone and sleepily shuffle to the kitchen. Jason is at the stove with something sizzling in a pan. You come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face between his shoulder blades.
“Not right now baby.” Jason mutters.
You don't let go, just nuzzle your face in more.
“Not now.” He says more firmly, nudging you off.
“I'm sorry.” You mumble before letting go and stepping back. “Is there anything I can help with?”
“No. Go sit down please.”
You go sit down at the table. Once Jason is done making breakfast he brings you your breakfast on your favorite plate with your favorite fork. It's exactly how you like it. You quietly thank him before you start eating. Jason observes you for a while before he starts eating his breakfast.
“Are you ok?” Jason asks, eyebrows knit together.
You nod looking down at your food.
“Darling, look at me.” He says softly.
You reluctantly look up at him.
“I’m sorry I rejected your hug. I didn't want you to burn yourself. The hot oil was splattering out of the pan. I should have told you that. I can give you a hug now if you would like.” Once you give him a small nod he makes his way to your side of the table. He wraps his arms around you and places kisses to your hair. “Good morning my love.” He mutters into your hair.
After breakfast you pick up the plates and prepare to wash them when Jason stops you.
“I'll do it.”
“Why? I'm trying to help.”
“I don't need you to help. Just chill. Go sit down.” He insists walking away with the plates.
“I- ok.” You shuffle over to the couch.
Jason cleans up then goes to your shared room to get ready for the day. He has to go grocery shopping today. Eventually he comes back out dressed.
“Are you going to the store?” You ask quietly.
“Yeah, I'll be back soon. Text me if you need anything.” He pets your hair as he passes the couch.
Once you're alone you curl into the corner of the couch and start to over think. Jason seems off today. Are you bothering him? Is he mad at you? What did you do wrong? Maybe he's just getting tired of you. You're too needy anyway. Of course he's tired of you.
You remember you are out of your favorite snack and they're not in the list. You pull out your phone to text Jason but hesitate. You don't want to bother him. It already seems like you did something wrong. It's ok. You can go a week without snacks. It's fine. You don't want to inconvenience Jason any further. You put your phone down and start picking. First you pick at the pilled up fuzz on your blanket. Then the loose threads on your hoodie. And when that doesn't work you move to your skin. You start picking at the skin on your fingers. When one finger starts bleeding you curl it into your black hoodie to stop the blood and move on to the next one. Once the bleeding is too much you decide it's time for band-aids. You stand up and head to the bathroom. Reaching for your band-aids you realize that you're probably undeserving of the cute happy band-aids. Instead you reach for the plain ones Jason usually uses and wrap one around each of your bleeding fingers.
You go back to the couch and curl in on yourself. You sit in the silence of your apartment, the side of your face resting against the couch. You wait.
The jingle of keys wakes you from your silent spiral. As Jason opens the door you go to stand but decide not to get in his way.
“Can I help?” You murmur.
“No. I'm ok. You stay there.”
“Ok. Let me know when you're done. I'm thirsty but I don't want to get in your way.” Your voice is small and hesitant.
Jason freezes. “Are you ok?”
“Mhm”
“C'mere.” Jason instructs.
You hesitantly get up and move over to him.
“What's wrong?” Jason's eyebrows knit together with a small frown. He has his hands on your shoulders.
“Nothing. I just don't want to get in your way.”
Gently Jason runs his hands down your arms to find your hands. He freezes when he feels the bandages. His heart sinks when he looks down at your hands. “Baby, did you hurt yourself again?”
Suddenly the groceries on the counter were very interesting. You pull out of his gentle grasp to rifle through the bags.
“Baby.” He says firmly. When you ignore him he spins you around. Manhandling you (gently) so you are facing him. “Hey.” He snaps. “Look at me.” He sounds angry. At least to you.
You flinch and stumble back covering your ears. You bump into the counter knocking a mug, sending it shattering on the floor. You let out a loud whimper at the sound.
“Shit!” Jason quickly scoops you up so you don't step on the shards. He cradles you to his chest.
“I'm sorry. I'm sorry.” You quietly sob into his chest. “I didn't mean to. I'm sorry.” Your trembling fingers curl into his shirt. “Please don't. Please-” Your voice is so small and so shaky it breaks Jason's heart.
Jason gently shushes you. He knows your past. He knows what someone you loved used to do to you when you made mistakes. He would never ever do that to you. You are his world, he loves you so much, he would risk his life for yours. “Baby.” He murmurs. “Sweetheart, I would never ever hurt you. I need you to breathe. Deep breaths. The mug is replaceable. That was not your fault. Breath. You're ok. No one will hurt you.”
“Please. Please don't be tired of me. Please! I'll do better! I’m sorry! Please don't hurt me.” The last part is quiet. So so broken Jason can hardly hear it. You're chest is tight, the air burns and the tears are hot on your cheeks.
Jason sets you in the counter and when you turn away from him he circles it to look at you. His boots crunch the broken ceramic on the floor. He kneels down so he's lower than you. Trying to make his large body as small as possible. Gently placing his hand on your knee he looks up at you with worried eyes. “Baby doll, I understand if you don't want to look at me but will you listen? Please?” Jason waits a moment to know you're listening. “I promise you on my whole being that I will never hurt you. I'm not like him. I will never be like him. I love you. I love you so much. I will never leave you. Or get tired of you.”
Whish glassy eyes you peak down at him. His face is full of genuine, worried love. You sit there for what feels like minutes just looking at each other before you give him a small nod.
Jason lets out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. “What do you need right now?”
You open your mouth to respond but hesitate to speak. Jason looks up at you patiently. “Hugs.”
With a soft chuckle and a small smile Jason stands up and wraps his arms around you. Cradling the back of your head as you bury yourself into him. “I'm so sorry I scared you.” He whispers into the top of your head. “...did something happen to make that reaction so bad?”
“I- … I had a bad dream that you started acting like… him… a-and you got tired of me… And then when I woke up this morning you started rejecting me… and it felt like you were avoiding me. And I… I got scared that maybe it was true… It was dumb. I'm sorry.”
Jason's heart shatters at the thought of treating you like that. His hug tightens. “God I'm so sorry. And please don't apologize. It's not your fault. I should have communicated with you better. I noticed that you weren't feeling good this morning, that's why I didn't want your help. I didn't want you to push yourself. God sweetheart I will never ever ever get tired of you. You're it for me, endgame, love of my life. I would give up being Red Hood for you if you asked.”
“Don't do that you murmur back.”
“I will if you said.”
There's a long beat. Your breath has finally evened out, Jason's thumb is rubbing soft circles on your knee. “Are you ok now?” You give him a small nod and he stands up, knees cracking. “Ok I'm gonna clean this up. Stay here until I'm done ok? I don't want you hurting yourself more. Also I'm getting you your fun band-aids. You deserve them.”
how would you guys feel if i wrote a jason todd x gn age regressor fic? obviously no smut! cuz thats creepy.
i just dont feel like getting bullied tbh. i am an involuntary age regressor so i have experience and im not just writing this on a whim or to be quirky. i want to write this because i think it would be comforting for me but i also would like to know if other people would like it.
anyway let me know. also if you would like you can drop suggestions for activities or behavior below so i can try to make this as inclusive as possible.
If anyone has any ideas or requests for fics (preferably jason but i can sure try to the rest of batfam) let me know! i can not promise that they will be posted in a timely manor but i will sure try. 🩷
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Word Count: 1k+
Warnings: not proof read, brief mention of blood and injury, i think thats it. lmk if i messed something.
Other Shit: I am sorry this took so long lol. i wrote like 3 other fics and deleted one of them because i hated it and it made me angry. but i should have another one soon, i just need to figure out how to end it.
Summary: After 2 years Jason finally admits to his family that you're dating.
You and Jason have been friends for a long time. You met when it was just you and him in a diner that was being robbed. You were a customer held at gun point and Jason had no choice but to protect you in his civvies. The way you hugged him after he saved you sent sparks through his body. He swore to himself from that day on he would protect you. You quickly became friends after that. Best friends. He's the first person you call if you need anything. You're too tired to go shopping but need groceries? Jason's already at the store. Scared to go to a doctor's appointment alone? Jason's holding your hand the whole time and advocating for you when you can't do it yourself. Just lonely and need someone to sit silently by you? Jason's knocking at your door.
Eventually you and Jason moved in together. Your apartment building was sold and you were getting evicted. Jason had a spare room. From that moment on you and Jason were practically inseparable. Jason was loaded thanks to Bruce so he made sure you didn't have to have a job. Unless you wanted one of course. You definitely didn't mind. You now have time to work on your hobbies. Jason works at a mechanic shop a couple days a week just to give him something to do. But he makes sure he's never apart from you for long. The longest Jason was ever away from you was for patrol. You knew Jason was Red Hood. He told you as soon as you moved in with him. But he has cut down his patrolling hours for you.
There was one night Jason was out on patrol when you called him. You had fallen. Fallen and hit your head, you were bleeding. You were on call in one ear while oracle and batman were in the other. He was reassuring you that you were gonna be ok and informing the bats he had to leave his post. When Jason got home there was so much blood on the floor. Not a dangerous amount but it was still terrifying to see you covered in your own blood. A small cut on your forehead. Head wounds bleed a lot. It was when the doctor said you had a concussion that Jason decided he was going to patrol less. Seeing you scared, confused and covered in your own blood broke his heart. He couldn't let this happen again. You were too precious to him.
When you finally got home the blood was gone and your favorite mac and cheese was still warm on the stove. Alfred must have come by after he heard what happened. Jason tucked you into his bed so he could keep an eye on you. It was when he was sat up against the head board, you between his legs laying back on his chest, playing with his hands that you asked the big question.
“Jay?” You murmur.
“Yeah sweetheart?”
“Are we dating?” You ask, still playing with his hands. Never looking up at him.
Jason hums in thought. “That's up to you. I certainly wouldn't be opposed.” He kisses the back of your head. His nose presses into your hair. His heart twinges, you still smell like the hospital.
“I wanna be dating. Can we say we started dating when we moved in together?.” You finally look up at him with soft hopeful eyes. Your pupils are large from the dark of the room.
“Of course my love. Five months. But I will be reminding you of this conversation when you're better. Just to make sure this isn't the concussion talking.”
“Ok… I love you.” You murmur as you doze off.
“I love you too.” Jason whispers into your hair.
A year and a half later you are at Wayne Manor for family dinner. You have been together for nearly two years and friends for many more. You go to family dinners with Jason almost every Sunday. You weren't feeling well so Jason was attached to your hip. At least one hand is always on you. His hand is on your thigh under the table rubbing small soothing circles. You weren't sick, you were just having an off day but you don't mind being at family dinner. Bruce has been studying you too all night. He knew you were close, some might say bonded. But neither of you said you were dating so he didn't want to assume.
You assumed that Jason didn't want his family to know. You would let him tell them on his own time. You didn't mind. So when Bruce asked if you were dating it caught you off guard.
The table freezes. You and Jason answer simultaneously.
“No.” You answer before really thinking.
“Yes.” Jason states gently squeezing your thigh under the table.
Your head snaps in his direction, eyes wide. “I- uh- what? I thought you didn't want to tell him?”
“I never said I didn't want to tell him. I said I didn't care about telling him. I assumed he'd figure it out on his own. But also. I don't want to hide how much I love you. You're my person. That's all that matters.” He says with a soft fond smile. You can see his love for you in his eyes.
“Awwwwww that's sweet!” Dick chimes in as Damian gags and Tim chuckles.
“How long?” Bruce asks, shooting his other sons and unimpressed look.
“Uh-” You open your mouth to answer but instead look to Jason who is still looking at you eyes full of love.
“Nearly two years.”
“Two years, eleven months and fourteen days. To be exact.” You chime in.
Bruce and Jason chuckle fondly.
“You're happy?”
You nod with a shy yet beaming smile.
“I've never been happier.” Jason responds kissing your temple.
Bruce hums, a soft smile on his face. “I'm glad. I'm glad Jason has found you. He clearly loves you a lot. And we are glad to have you in the family.”
After dinner you go home. You're cuddling with Jason while you fidget with the edge of the blanket.
“What are you thinking about?” Jason murmurs. He can read you like an open book.
“I'm glad your family likes me as your partner.”
“They've always liked you. Why wouldn't they like you now?”
“I-I don't know… I'm just… weird.”
Jason has to hold back a laugh. “Sweetheart, the whole family is weird. And you're perfect. Perfect for me and perfect as part of the family.”
You nuzzle into him a bit more and close your eyes. “Thank you. I love you.”
“I love you too doll. Do you wanna go back to the manor tomorrow? We could have a picnic in the garden.”
ok chat, (i guess thats what im calling you guys now) i figured out how to add a keep reading button! that you all for being patient as i learn how to use tumblr lol 🩷
do you mean a *keep reading* button? if so let me figure out how to turn that on. i thought it was applied automatically. i am still learning how to use tumblr please forgive me
thank you! i know im writing these mostly for me but i was really hoping other people would find joy in them. i was really nervous no one would like them. im really happy to hear/see people are liking them!
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I never see stuff that’s not fem reader so I really appreciate u writing for us! I don’t mind fem reader but it’s so refreshing to see stuff representing me!
Of course! as an autistic, disabled, transman i always struggle finding fics that feel like me. i try to write the character a neutrally as possible to fit as many people as possible. but there will be times when im a little self indulgent and write a reader thats more like me. im so glad you like it and feel represented by it!
Warnings: not proof read, brief description of violence, gun, cussing
Other Shit: IDK if i like this one. I wrote this in one sitting and i didnt really know how to end it. anyway here you go.
The last thing you remember before the sharp blinding pain in the back or your head was large men surrounding you. Something hits you in the back of the head and your vision sparkles before it goes black. The next thing you know you're dizzy in the back of a car. In all the years of being a vigilante you have never been in the trunk of a car. A van? Yes. Truck? Yup. Even in the cargo of a plane. But surprisingly never a regular car.
Your head is swimming. It takes you a minute to get your bearings. You quickly break the flimsy zip ties they put around your wrists and the first place your hand goes is your ear. Great they took your comm. You feel around the trunk. You quickly find the hidden latch to open it. Wow these guys are dumb. The only thing they had going for them was that they were strong and there were 6 of them. You pop the trunk and are met with the cold air of Gotham. Taking in your surroundings outside of the trunk you're probably going around 70 miles an hour and you're somewhere in the outskirts of the city. There's no other cars on the road to run you over if you jump out… but that's stupid. You're going too fast to jump out. And not to mention the concussion you 100% have. You decide to wait. Maybe they'll stop at a stop light or something then you can jump out. But of course you're not that lucky.
10 maybe 15 minutes later and they still haven't stopped. You sit up on your elbows. You need to get out of this car before you get too far away from Gotham. ‘God this is gonna hurt.’ You mutter to yourself before you roll out of the trunk. You protect your head as you make hard contact with the road. You roll to a stop and get up as fast as you can. Ignoring the pain and how dizzy you are. You stumble to the sidewalk. You almost fall before you catch yourself on the wall of a building. Your vision swims. You need to focus on getting home. Or to the cave or something. You're lost in your own muffled thoughts when a car pulls up next to you. A small old woman opens the door ushering you to get in. You weigh your options before conceding and getting in the car.
“Oh dear. You're all beat up. You look awful. I need to get you to a hospital.” The old woman says as she helps you buckle your seat belt.
“No. Uh- no ma'am. No hospitals… please.”
Her eyebrows knit together. She is clearly worried. “You need help.”
“Please ma'am, just take me to Hal's Diner. There's someone there who can help me.”
When the woman reluctantly nods you slump back into your seat. A few minutes later you start to fall asleep.
“Dear, you need to stay awake. If you fall asleep I will take you to the hospital.”
You sigh and nod, doing your best to stay awake. “What’s your name?”
The woman introduces herself as Lisa and states you don't need introducing. You are her grandson's favorite hero, he's 10. Hearing this warms your heart. 30 minutes later you pull up in front of the diner. You rummage through your pockets and find one hidden batarang that the thugs managed to miss. You hand it to her and tell her to give it to her grandson as you thank her profusely for saving you.
Jason is in your shared bed reading, waiting for you to get home. It is his one night off of the night so he is relaxing. He is dozing off when he hears glass break. It comes from the living room, it sounds like the window you two usually come in through. But you wouldn't break the window, you can just unlock it.
Jason grabs a gun from the gun he keeps hidden in his nightstand and quietly pads out into the living room with the gun out in front of him. He reaches the window and throws the curtain opening shoving the gun in your face.
Your eyes widen when you're met with the barrel of Jason's gun but he quickly drops it when he sees it's you.
“Sweetheart?!” Jason sets the gun down and catches you as you stumble through the window.
“Hey love.” you mutter as you lean your full weight on him
“Don't ‘hey love’ me. What the hell happened to you? And why didn't you call me when you needed help” He says, picking you up and quickly heading to the bathroom.
“Remind me to find an old lady named Lisa. She drives a silver Subaru.” You slur as Jason sits you on the bathroom counter.
“Baby you're not making any sense.” Jason is clearly worried. He starts undressing you trying to see the extent of your injuries.
“‘M tired… and concussed…” You murmur nodding your head like you're struggling to keep it up.
“What the hell happened to you?” He moves you so you're sitting on the ground instead of the counter. He starts a bath and kneels in front of you looking at your wounds. Luckily your worst wound is probably your concussion.
“Big man ambush, hit head, woke up in trunk, jumped out of fast car, old lady saved me, here now.” You ramble. Most of your words didn't make sense but Jason got the gist.
“This is why I don't take nights off. You get yourself into crazy shit.” He easily lifts you into the warm bath.
You moan as your body is enveloped in the warmth but you refuse to let go of Jason. You mumble about how much your head hurts. The water starts to turn a light rusty pinkish color as the blood from all your small cuts and the dirt from your body stain it. After convincing you to let go Jason offers you some pain meds. You take them and he starts to gently wash you. You're asleep before the bath is over. Jason sighs and finishes washing you before he dries you off and starts to bandage you. Jason puts you in your favorite one of his hoodies and some fuzzy pajama pants. He gently lays you in bed and curls himself around you making sure you're safe. He will worry about the broken window tomorrow.
Jason is woken up to call from Bruce at 2am. Jason answers groggy, his voice hoarse with sleep. Bruce informs him you haven't, that you haven't answered your comms in hours and that they've been in the same alley the whole time.
“They made it home, they're pretty beat up and asleep right now. They tried telling me what happened but I couldn't exactly understand their concussed babbling, something about an old lady? I will bring them by the cave in the morning for a checkup and debrief.”
“I’m glad they're safe. I'll see you in the morning. Good night Jason.” Jason can hear the relief in Bruce's stoic voice.
“‘Night B.” Jason hangs up. Before texting Bruce. ‘Also I need a new window.’
Jason tosses his phone away before wrapping his arms around you and falling back asleep.
In the morning you are awoken to the sun shining through the window. You wince and close your eyes. You have the most splitting headache. When you open your eyes again. Jason is staring at you. His sea green eyes wide and eyebrows knit with worry.
“How long have you been staring at me? You're Creepy.” You mutter covering your eyes.
“You scared me. You were sleeping a little too heavy for my comfort. You're concussed.” Jason says gently laying his hand over your eyes blocking out the light.
“What happened last night?” You grumble.
“Im asking the same question. You came home last night all beat up. You broke the window.”
“Shit sorry.”
“Thats not what I'm worried about right now. You said something last night about being ambushed? And I think jumping out of a car. And then some old lady.”
“Oh my god Lisa. My savior.”
“How much do you remember from last night?” Jason says lifting your hand to cover your eyes so he can get up and close the curtains.
You grumble about him leaving before reciting everything you remember. “I was on patrol and fighting a group of thugs. One of them managed to land a hit on the back of my head… and then- uh…” you trail off trying to remember.
“Take your time.” Jason murmurs softly, crawling back into bed with you. He gently pulls you so you're sitting up against his chest.
You get dizzy from the movement and lean into him. “I-I- uh- sorry.” You murmur.
“You're ok.” He gently cards his fingers through your hair avoiding the bump on the back of your head.
“I woke up in the trunk of a car… It was moving pretty fast when I jumped out. An old lady named Lisa found me and drove me back here. That's pretty much it… I think.”
Jason looks horrified. “Jesus.” Jason stands up, gently resting you against the head board. “Can you get up? We need to go to the cave.”
Ignoring the pain in your head and body you shuffle out of bed. Jason is hovering very close to you. It's clear he's not going to leave you alone for a while. Not that you mind. Your head swims at the change in elevation and you sway. Jason quickly wraps an arm around you and leads you slowly out of the apartment. You slowly make your way to the car. Jason buckles you in and you make your way to Wayne manor.
Alfred lets you in with furrowed brows. It's clear he's worried. Him and Jason lead you down to the cave. Jason is holding onto you the whole time. When you make it to the cave Jason sits you down and Bruce greets you. After a checkup from Alfred he clears you. Then Bruce has you tell him everything that happened. Bruce and Jason have a sidebar while Alfred keeps you company providing you with tea and breakfast.
“Those men were clearly amateurs.” Bruce speaks to Jason making sure you don't hear. “They get a lucky shot.”
“So what are we going to do?”
“There's nothing we really can do. I personally don't think they are smart or organized enough to be a threat. The best we can do is keep an eye on them.”
“What?!” Jason sounds outraged. “They hurt my partner. They kidnapped them. And you just want to ‘keep an eye on them?!’ Bruce, what if they go after them again?”
“I don't think they are a genuine threat Jason. They got lucky.”
“Bruce if you're not going after them I will. No one hurts my love and gets away with it.”
“Jay, that's not necessary. They got a lucky shot.” You speak up from where you were sitting.
Jason walks over to you and cups your cheek. “They hurt you and kidnapped you. I won't let anyone hurt you and get away with it.”
“Like Bruce said, they got lucky. And people hurt me all the time. I'm a vigilante, it's kind of my job.”
Jason huffs clearly not happy about you siding with Bruce. “Fine. But if they go after you again they're dead.”
“Jay.” You say unamused by his threat.
“Fine. They'll get a good beating. One they might not survive-” Jason is interrupted by you shoving a muffin into his mouth.
“How about we just stick to patrolling together?”
“I like that.”
“The muffin or my idea?” You chuckle.
“Both.” Jason punctuates his statement with a chomp of his muffin.
For a minute I sit quietly eating and drinking tea. When Bruce rejoins.
“Jason, why do you need a new window?”
You choke on your tea. “Fuck, I forgot I broke the window.”
“Yeah.” Jason sounds slightly amused.
“I’m sorry Jay… I couldn’t get the lock open.”
“It’s fine my love. As long as you got inside. I’m sorry for pointing a gun at you.”
“It’s ok… I love you.”
“I love you too. I’m glad you’re ok.” He says softly, leaning down to kiss your crumb covered lips.
Warnings: not proof read, first fanfic, depiction of violence, slight angst, cussing
Other Shit: reader is written with autism and is also physically disabled. tims here for a bit, batfam knows and loves reader
i hope you enjoy. this is literally my first time writing anything like this. and if you dont like this... i wrote it for me so not my problem lol.
:)
"Are you even listening to me?"
That got his attention right before you stormed out the front door. In all honesty he wasn't listening to you. Instead he was too focused on how beautiful you looked when you were angry. You looked beautiful all the time but there's just something about when you get angry. You're always so happy and look on the bright side for better or for worse. But there's something about the true raw emotion. The fire in your eyes. The slamming of the door broke him out of his thoughts. Right, you were fighting. A fight he started. He had gotten jealous. A stranger was talking to you and you talked back. There's nothing wrong with that. But then you smiled and Jason's heart dropped. 'What did he say? What got you to smile like that?' He thought to himself. The strange man touched your arm and you didn't pull back like you usually would do when a stranger touched you. Jason was too taken in his jealousy to notice how nervous you were. He was too busy staring down the man to see the quick glances you were throwing at him. You don't like strangers. Strange men especially. Jason knows this but for a short moment he had forgotten. A short moment that sparked a fight when you got to your shared home. And now you have left. He doesn't know where you've gone. All he knows is you left in a rage and he wasn't listening.
"Fuck" jason mutters as he gets up to chase you.
You're already gone when he gets out the door. He runs to the front entrance of the apartment building hoping to catch you but you're not there. You must have taken the back. There's no time for Jason to run to the other side of the building, he pulls out his phone and calls you. The heart he put next to your name mocking him. His phone rings and rings then 'at the tone please record-'.
"Fuck!" Jason hangs up.
A few minutes of searching later he finds himself back at your apartment and decides to call you again.
"C'mon baby." He mutters.
As his phone rings he hears vibrating from the couch. His heart drops. You left your phone. God. You're alone, disabled on crutches, in Gotham, and the sun is setting. He needs to find you now. You never go anywhere without him, he's your shield, your help, your person. He keeps you safe, he makes sure you're comfortable. Yet he fucked up bad enough to make you leave.
As soon as the door closes you hesitate but you're too angry to go back. You walk to the back exit knowing Jason would follow you if you went through the front. You don't know where you are going but you just know you can't be at home right now. Jason was too jealous to notice you looking to him for help. Instead he got home and yelled at you. Ok, he didn't yell. He knows better than to raise his voice around you. But he did start an argument. And when you tried to defend yourself and use your words he ignored you. He wasn't even listening.
You don't know where to go. Your friend is out of town so you can't go there. It's getting dark, you should probably get inside somewhere and your body hurts. You could go home but you don't want to see Jason right now. He probably won't apologize. Pretty much all of your safe spaces are going to close soon so you should find somewhere new. Against your better judgement you get on the first bus you see. The 45, you memorize for when you will likely need to take the same route home. The bus is pretty empty, only a few tired people probably heading to their nightshift.
After about a 30 minute ride and 18 stops you get off the bus. You don't know this area. Despite living in Gotham your whole life you've only really explored in a car. So once you're a pedestrian you have no idea where you are. You look around, the sun has finally set, you should probably go inside somewhere. You walk for a few minutes and spot a diner. The bell rings as you walk in, and a tired host nods to you.
Sitting in a corner booth with in sight of the cashier you pick up a menu. After ordering you sit waiting, fidgeting with your hands. Eventually a waiter walks over with your food. Just as the plate touches the table the front door slams open, the little bell jingles as it hits the ground. You and the waiter jump, startled. Suddenly there's a man yelling and waving around a knife, demanding money. The person behind the cash register quickly starts to empty the till. Once the till is empty the man turns to you, the only other customer. Your heart drops and you shrink into the corner.
“Give me everything on you!” The man shouts, thrusting a knife towards you.
With trembling hands you dig through your bag. You only have about $40 on you.
“Th-this is all I have on me. Please don't hurt me.” Your voice trembles. There are tears in your eyes as you hand over the cash.
“Give me your phone!”
Your heart drops realizing you forgot it at home.
“I-i don't have it.”
“Give it to me!” He grabs your wrist, trying to pull you out of the booth.
“I don't have it!” You cry.
“Bullshit! Give me your pho-” Suddenly the man drops to the ground before you.
Before you realize what is going on someone is kneeling in front of you. They have a dark mask covering the top half of their face. You feel a gloved hand gently touch your arm and you snap out of your fearful trance. You're still trembling as you look up at Red Robin. Thank god it's someone you know. Your boyfriend's brother. Someone you know and trust.
“Tim- Red Robin? Wh-what are you doing here?”
“I was patrolling when I spotted the robbery. I didn't know you were here.”
“Oh-oh…”
“Are you ok?” He accepts your small nod. “What are you doing here? Jason has been blowing up the group chat for the last hour. He says you got into a fight and you left without your phone.”
You nod hesitantly. “I-I didn't mean to leave my phone…”
“He knows… look, I'm not going to ask about the fight. But I want you to know that he's very worried about you and he says he's sorry.”
“C-can you tell him I’m here?”
“Of course. Let me call the police to come get this guy then I'll call him.”
Jason is driving around Gotham, going to all of your favorite places trying to find you. He's about to go home when his phone rings. Jason immediately picks up.
“I told you only to call if you find them.” Jason snaps, clearly anxious.
“Why do you think I'm calling?” Tim asks voice level.
“Where are they?”
“I found them being held at knife point in a diner along my patrol route.”
Jason's heart stutters. “KNIFE POINT?! Oh my god are they ok? Are they hurt?!”
“There was a robbery. They're not hurt. A little shaken up but fine. You should probably come get them. I'll send the address.”
After a few minutes, not enough time for traffic laws to be obeyed. Tim hears tires screeching in the parking lot. Soon the door is thrown open and you flinch. Jason looks around frantically before spotting you.
“Baby.” He mutters breathily before running to you and cupping your cheeks in his hands.
You let out a small sob as you reach to hug him.
His arms wrap around you, pulling you to his chest. One hand holds the back of your head as the other is firm on your back. “God baby, what are you doing here?”
“I'm sorry.” You murmur, face buried in his shoulder.
Jason shushes you. “You're safe. You're ok. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I started a fight. I'm sorry that I wasn't listening to you.”
You nod against him.
He kisses the top of your head. “Let's go home, sweetheart.” He whispers into your hair.
You nod and Jason lifts you, he drops $100 onto the table then picks up your crutches.
“my food was only $10” You mutter, cradled to Jason's chest.
“I don't care. I have more than enough and they need it.” Jason nods to Tim as he carries you out of the diner.
Once you two are in the car Jason starts driving. He refuses to let go of your hand and you don't mind, you're still shaking.
“I'm sorry I ran away.”
“I’m sorry I made you feel like you had to.”
You nod in acknowledgement.
“I love you.” Jason murmurs.
“I love you too.”
Finally you are home and in bed. You're curled up in Jason's arms, face nuzzled into his chest. His fingers were slowly and gently carding through your hair.
“I’m sorry.” You mutter, your voice breaking a little bit.
“Sweetheart, what did I say about apologizing for no reason?” He whispers softly.
“I have a reason.”
“What is it?” His voice is kind and considerate.
“I'm sorry for running away.” You whisper, voice wet.
Jason pulls back a little bit to look you in the eyes. He tilts your chin up so you will look him in the eyes.
“I already told you, you don't have to apologize for that.”
“I scared you.” Your voice breaks, tears running down your cheeks.
Jason uses his thumb to wipe the tears off your cheek. “Yes you scared me, but I was the reason you felt the need to leave. I got jealous. So jealous that I didn't notice you were scared. That is my fault. And then when you tried to talk to me about it, I didn't listen to you. This is my fault and I want you to stop apologizing about it.”
You nod and bury your face back into his chest. And Jason goes back to petting your hair. Kissing the top of your head occasionally. He can feel your silent tears soaking through his shirt.
“That was scarry… at the diner.” Your voice is muffled by his shirt.
“I can imagine. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you. But I swear I will always be there to protect you. I love you. You are my everything and I will never let anyone hurt you.”
You had fallen asleep while Jason was talking. He softly kisses the top of your head, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “Goodnight sweetheart.” He whispers as he joins you in sleep.
