kara.

the way I always forget about this fucking line when I rewatch UTRH and then they cut to it 💔

can you pls do ballerina!reader surprising boxer!jason at his boxing gym and everyone’s teasing him cus he’s blushing and he brought her uni work to do while he practices and then people are teasing him cus he’s doing better to impress her, you can end it however you want☺️

₊˚⊹⋆ PINK WRAPS & BOXING GLOVES ft. jason todd

CONSISTS OF ↬ surprise visits, gym teasing, blushy Jason, soft supportive relationship, Jason performing 10x better because you’re watching, cute banter, fluff

── .✦ ballerina!reader mlist.

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You weren’t supposed to be here.

Well— not here exactly. You were supposed to be in your rehearsal studio across town, but when you’d arrived this morning, the sign taped to the door announced SPACE IN USE. REHEARSAL CANCELLED.

Normally you would’ve texted Jason. Given him a heads-up before showing up at his gym. But today?

Today you had coffee, an extra hour, and a tiny little plan to surprise your boyfriend.

So you pushed the heavy door open, the familiar sound of gloves hitting bags echoing through the space. You expected to see Jason alone— maybe one person in the far corner. That’s usually how it went.

But today?

Jason Todd was in the ring, surrounded by three guys you’d seen maybe once, all of them yelling encouragement as he landed a solid combination.

You barely had time to take one step in before someone shouted—

“Yo, Jason! Your girl’s here!”

Jason’s head snapped toward you so fast you winced. His entire face lit up— the kind of smile he only ever pulled out for you. He hopped down from the ring, gloves still on, sweat still dripping.

“You’re early,” he said, breathless but grinning, bumping his forehead against yours. “You should’ve texted.”

“Wanted to surprise you.” You lifted the drink carrier. “Brought coffee.”

A chorus of dramatic “AWWWs” erupted from behind him.

Jason groaned. “Ignore them.”

“Oh, we’d never,” one of his friends called, leaning on the ropes. “Todd’s blushing. Full tomato.”

“I’m gonna knock you out,” Jason muttered without even turning around.

You laughed under your breath, squeezing his arm. “Go on. I’ll get set up.”

He hesitated— like he wanted to stay glued to you— but eventually nodded and jogged back toward the ring.

You found the empty mat in the corner, slipping your bag down and starting your warm-up. Even with the noise of training, your movements felt familiar— grounding. You hadn’t been practicing for a full minute when you heard someone behind Jason whisper:

“Dude… she’s actually good.”

“‘Course she is,” another said. “Bro, how did you pull a ballerina?”

Jason froze mid-jab. “Hey! Eyes up here!”

You bit your lip to hide a smile.

You went back into your routine— arabesque, turn, extension— and once again, the whispering started.

“Is she like… professional professional?”

“Bro, look at her lines—”

Jason snapped again. “Okay! That’s enough. All of you— focus or get in the ring with me. And I swear, if you look at her one more time—”

They laughed but obeyed, turning back to him.

And then Jason decided to put on a show.

It was subtle at first: tighter form, faster combinations. But then he caught your eye.

And you watched him— really watched him— and he lit up in a way he never did when he didn’t know someone was paying attention.

Every punch was sharper. Every dodge smoother. Every round, he pushed harder.

“Damn, dude,” one of his friends gasped between rounds. “Who are you trying to impress?”

Jason wiped his sweat with the tape around his wrist, cheeks flushed from more than exertion.

“No one,” he muttered.

You raised a brow at him.

He cracked.

“Okay. Maybe someone.”

You offered him the coffee you’d brought, smiling softly. “You don’t have to show off, you know.”

Jason wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, voice low so only you could hear:

“I’m not showing off.”

You tilted your head. “Really?”

He kissed your hairline.

“…I’m trying to earn the fact that you look at me like that.”

You felt yourself melt— like completely, hopelessly melt.

His friends groaned from across the gym.

“Get a room!”

“Jason, we’re working here!”

“Oh my god, he’s down bad.”

Jason rolled his eyes, squeezing your hip.

“Yeah,” he muttered, lips brushing your temple. “And I don’t care.”

You smiled, leaning into him, and the teasing started all over again— but you wouldn’t have traded the moment for anything.

hope you don’t mind but i did change it a bit 😊

fem!reader x Jason Todd

when a certain fry thief keeps trying to play in your face.

You and Jason were at a simple diner, a simple little snack since you and Jason were bored on a simple Saturday.

And what’s better than rotting in your shared apartment?

Eating.

You ordered a simple burger and fries, and this hunk of muscle ordered two burgers and his own side of fries.

So basically he had his own fries. So why in the hell every time you look away or look at your phone, your fries get to a lower fry count each time?

You raised a brow while you put down your burger that had a big bite in it. Jason had inhaled his burger in just two bites.

“Jay.. did you take my fries?” You asked, raising a brow when Jason gave you a veryyyy ‘confused’ look.

“No? I have my own set of fries.” He responded, gesturing to his own fries that lay perfectly ….

Actually, they aren’t even in the damn basket. He’d basically vacuum the damn string fries down his throat.

Fucking food dumpster.

“Jason.” You said sternly as he chewed his other burger as if he wasn’t going to finish it in two big bites.

“I ain’t do nothin' babe.”

“Mhm.”

You then looked outside, watching as people walked past the window. But your eyes caught movement.

There you saw Jason reach his hand quickly to your basket of fries.

Swiftly, you turned your head around and pointed to him.

“AH HA! CAUGHT YA!” You exclaimed and moved to grab the fry basket towards you.

But Jason was quicker. Of course he was.

He literally shoved a whole bunch of fries in his mouth and smirked at your bewildered face.

“You're not getting them back,” Jason said with his mouth full and muffled. You stuck your tongue at him.

“Just big and greedy!” You mocked the green-eyed male who just chewed your fries in pure victory.

Grilfriend... no pressure, but... we need to conspire about boxer!jason at some point😭 look at himmmmmmm, looooook! Are you looking? Are you seeing the material??????

You know what it made me think of, kinda that part in DIKY where Reader finds Jason in the gym, stressed out, sweaty, heavy breathing, punching a bag. Ugh, DELICIOUS 😫

Anyways, I think about sweaty, heavy breathing, Jason A LOT, and would like to submit a formal request for nerd-by-day boxer-by-night Jason who is completely unassuming as somebody who knocks people's teeth in but also has an ice cream truck pass out free ice cream in crime alley.

@herodedicatedblog

Kissing you for this. I absolutely stared at that for way too long. The way Cirice draws Jason makes me feral sometimes. I do think I want write more of this just because I didn't get a whole lot of the Sweaty boy thing. It came out more fluffy than I intend. also, if I do write more, this is definitely a no capes au I think. I hope you enjoy! love you!

The link if anyone wants to see (I recommend)

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You didn't like surprises. You'd told Jason such when he'd wrapped the blindfold over your eyes.

“It's not really a surprise, it's just something I want to share with you.” He explained in an extremely vague way and proceeded to answer none of your follow up questions.

Wherever he’d taken you echoes slightly. It was near the subway, you think. You could hear the roar of it on the tracks. All information that wasn't the slightest bit helpful.

“You’re not taking me somewhere to kill me, are you?” you half joke.

“No,” he scoffs but you can hear a slight smile in his words, “That would be a waste of months and money spent on. I don't waste.” 

He stills your walking, stepping close behind you. He blows hot air against your ear, making your neck scrunch up, “That’s not fair! I can’t see you.”

“Alright, Alright, ‘m sorry,” He murmurs and your world turns brighter suddenly as he pulls the blind fold from your eyes. You take in the old red brick and dirty arched windows.

𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆BOXER!JASON HEADCANONS ft. jason todd && ballerina!reader

CONSISTS OF ↬ boxer!jason being an overprotective menace, mutual pining, jealousy in the studio, him pretending ballet isn’t impressive (he’s lying), domestic softness, and jason absolutely losing his mind every time you dance.

── .✦ ballerina!reader x boxer!jason mlist.

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boxer!jason todd who shows up to your studio after his morning run, still sweating, still out of breath, leaning against the doorframe just to watch you finish your routine.

“don’t stop for me,” he mutters, eyes glued to the way you move.

you don’t stop — you pretend you don’t see the way his chest rises faster.

boxer!jason todd who grumbles every time your pointe shoes give you new blisters, but he’s the one kneeling on the bathroom floor with a first aid kit, big hands ridiculousy gentle as he tapes your toes.

“this shouldn’t be legal,” he complains.

“what, ballet?” you tease.

“no. you. hurting this damn much.”

boxer!jason todd who attends your recitals even when he has a match right after. he sits in the back because he’s huge and hates blocking anyone’s view, but he’s the loudest one clapping when you bow.

boxer!jason todd who watches you rehearse lifts with a male partner and tries not to look jealous.

tries.

fails.

you catch him muttering, “i could lift her higher,” under his breath.

boxer!jason todd who asks you to teach him “just one ballet thing” and then immediately regrets it when he realises how much balance and control he needs.

he wobbles, you steady him, your hands at his waist.

“don’t laugh,” he warns.

you laugh anyway.

he kisses you to shut you up.

boxer!jason todd who lets you stretch him before fights — mostly because he likes the feel of your hands on him.

your fingers push into the muscle of his thigh and he groans, head dropping back.

“it’s not supposed to feel that good,” you whisper.

“tell that to my legs,” he fires back.

boxer!jason todd who carries your dance bags like they weigh nothing and acts offended when you try to take them back.

“i literally fight for a living,” he says, slinging them over his shoulder. “let me be your pack mule, ballerina.”

boxer!jason todd

who — after a brutal match — shows up at your apartment with bruised ribs and blood on his lip.

you freeze in the doorway, eyes wide.

“don’t freak,” he says, half-smiling. “i’m still pretty.”

you smack his arm. he winces.

then lets you dab his face with warm water while mumbling soft curses that turn into softer apologies.

boxer!jason todd who thinks you’re delicate until he sees the strength in your jumps, the power in your legs, the fire in your eyes when you dance.

“you’re the tough one,” he says one night.

you scoff. “you literally get punched in the face.”

he shrugs. “yeah. but i’ve never survived anything like watching you dance.”

boxer!jason todd who wraps his hands around your waist in the kitchen, lifting you effortlessly onto the counter like you weigh nothing — like you’re made of air.

“you’re light,” he murmurs.

“you’re strong,” you counter.

his mouth twitches. “we make a good pair.”

Then Bruce adopts Jason. Dick doesn't like the idea at first. I mean, he literally just left and Bruce is already measuring up the next Robin's cape? It's a shitty thing to do and for a while he resents Jason a little but after awhile learns that he actually likes the kid and he's like, "This big brother stuff isn't so bad".

Then cue an incident where Dick and Jason are roughousing for fun and Jason gets hurt. Dick is sorry and Jason understands but Bruce and Alfred positively fuss over Jason and reprimand Dick for not being careful and Dick just breaks.

where jason todd would be ANYTHING; from thespian to cowboy for his darlin’ sweetheart. sfw fluff, feat. healednhappy bf!jason

“Alright… something’s wrong if you’re broodier than me.”

Jason sets down his mug on a raging red wonder woman coaster, idle on the coffee table as he sits himself with a soft grunt on the couch. Right next, to you; with you’re legs crossed as you gaze furrow-browed at a blank tv screen.

"Stress," he tells a gala attendee, "Yeah, watching my dad at one of these things, making sure he doesn't drown in the punch bowl or french kiss a reporter, it's a stressful job."

"I drank Zesti Cola and Mentos at the same time."

"I disrespected my elders and a ghost straight up bitch slapped me." he tells one of Dick's kids when he's babysitting.

"This is what happens when you wash your hair in Gotham without using treated water."

“I let Dick talk me into a ‘fun brother bonding spa day.’ Something in that hair mask that Donna cooked up was radioactive. I swear.”

“I got caught in a flashbang at close range. My hair saw the light before I did.”

“I got hit with a fear toxin variant. Apparently my hair panicked too.”