pointing to one of the lip balms, “ones for you so we can match.”

and he just laughs a huff out his nose.

when all the items get scanned through he nudges you and you pull out your phone to show your membership card so you can collect points. “i’m saving up my points for a new hairdryer.”

“how many do you need?” he hums, pulling out his wallet and licks his thumb to count his cash.

“about ten thousand.”

“how many do you have?”

“three hundred.”

he glances over at you, a raised eyebrow and cocked jaw. you can read him clearly, he thinks you’re being a little… optimistic. he hands three clean bank notes over to the cashier.

“thanks man.” he says to the cashier who looks at him with starry eyes. a dynamight fan you can only assume.

then to you, “i’ll just buy it for you. that’ll take you ages.”

he lets you take the bag of chocolate so you can nibble on some on the way and he grabs the two boxes of condoms, your blush, your multivitamins and the two lip balms in one hand.

“i just keep using them but i’m going to try. imagine a free hairdryer.”

takes your hand with his other hand and pulls you under his arm.

"I'll be gone by the end of the week." He tells his apartment manager. He only packs the essentials, leaving behind a semi furnished, sterile apartment

Jason Todd who spends months and months and months living on a new side of town in a new apartment. Away from every corner café that you frequented and stray cat that you fed. He's doing better, he thinks, until he hears your name on the street

You're not supposed to be here. You have a new apartment downtown. Jason, someone who's faced death more times than any person should, stops dead in his tracks when you look up to greet your friend but make eye contact with him instead

Jason Todd who sees the worst of humanity every single night and continues on with easy steps, feels his knees buckles and legs go weak. And yet gravity pulls him towards you

"Hi..." His voice cracks. He looks at you like you're a ghost and an angel wrapped together in one heartbreakingly beautiful being standing in front of him

"Hey..." You whisper. Your friend watches with bated breath, waiting for the inevitable implosion. But it never comes

"Can we talk?" Jason doesn't think before he asks. With your throat tightening all you can do is nod

Jason Todd who gets blurry vision when he's standing on your doorstep. His heart is racing, his mind a swirling mess

He doesn't know why he's even bothering with this or why you're even entertaining him after what he did. And when you don't answer the door? He tells himself to leave. He tells himself this is a mistake

Jason Todd who feels like he can finally breathe again when you open the door and stand in front of him, until he sees your eyes swollen and red from crying

"Please don't- please don't cry because of me." He murmurs into your temple

Jason Todd who knows he's broken. Jason knows his issues are too big for either of you to handle. But he breaks the second you look up at him like he's still the same man who asked you out with a stutter and wilted flowers in hand

"I hate you." You mumble to him. It's half hearted, weak

"Good. You should." He agrees

"I thought I was over you." You hiccup

"I know." He murmurs

"But I'm not." You choke on your words. Jason holds you tighter

"Me either...." He admits out loud for the first time

Jason Todd who swears on his grave and his grave alone that he is going to spend the rest of his life making sure nothing, not even himself, hurts you again

the driver, a pink haired man, glances over at you and then double takes. you lower your sunglasses.

“you’re hot!” he calls across the lanes. “i’ve got to get to know you.”

smiling, you turn to lean out the window as much as the seatbelt will allow you. your bangles clink against each other.

“yeah? how you gonna get to know me?” you ask, smile on your lips.

“shit, any way i can,” he says with a smile. then, he grabs his phone out the console and pulls up his contact. “my name is yuuji! follow me to main street!”

he holds out his phone. “megs will hang with your friend!”

you laugh, and unbuckle. you lean out the car, giving this yuuji a good look down your low cut shirt. snapping a pic of his contact, you grin at him.

“megs?”

yuuji grins, “megumi!” he claps a hand on his friends shoulder. “drinks at bird on main for us! on me!”

you laugh. how summertime.

“i love megan thee stallion!” you call over the sound of both your friend and his music.

yuuji beams. “i love a bad bitch!”

Tim Drake x Fem!reader

⋆𐙚 ̊. Tim thinks you’re cheating on him, but you’re actually planning his birthday.

cw: mentions of cheating, angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, tim is a sensitive boy and lowkey a crybaby, lmk if i missed something!

a/n: i‘m not sure if i like this, word count is about 2.3k words, i wrote this on wattpad and copied it into tumblr and i wanted to know where most of you write? i used to write directly on tumblr (mobile app/browser) but i wanted a word count. this is not proofread and will probably be edited in the future. let me know what you think and please don’t be afraid to like, reblog and comment! 💌

Tim knew that you would never actually cheat on him. He knew that. You were his best friend long before you became his girlfriend, the two of you had, and have always been honest with each other. So he doesn't understand why your actions have told him otherwise.

The first time Tim took notice to your unusual behavior was on a calm friday night. He skipped out on patrol due to him still recovering from his last mission. You were cuddled up on his bed, him laying on your chest while you both watched a movie together. At first it was the same as always, both of you making stupid comments and discussing the characters while you played with a strand of his hair. But then you went on your phone, which didn't usually happen while you two were watching something, but he'd decided to ignore it. Until your hand reached a second time, then a third, until he lost count and he noticed you being glued to your phone.

As he lifted his head, repositioning his body to lay beside yours, you didn't even glance up at him as he stared at you. Only when you felt his gaze trying to catch a peek at your phone screen, you quickly turned to him while burying your phone into your chest, quickly pressing the power button. “What are you doing?” you question, trying to laugh off the situation.

Tim continues to hold your gaze while his eyes flicker from the phone in your hand back to your face. "What are you doing?"

You laugh again. “Texting.”

“Texting who?” he questioned, his gaze unwavering.

“Just Steph.” you shrugged, desperately hoping he would let this go. But you knew Tim, and you knew he could tell you were hiding something.

“Oh. What were you texting about?” You swallow at his question, coming up with a quick answer. “Just some memes.” you squeezed out the lie. You didn't want him to know that you were actually discussing the plan for his upcoming birthday in a group chat without him.

Tim is silent for a moment as he studies your face. With a sigh, he decides to let it go. “Okay.”

You breathe out a quiet sigh of relief as he lays back down on yours chest, your phone now abandoned on the bedside table.

Tim continues watching the movie, though his brain can't shut off this time. You weren't lying to him, right? You were still your own person, even if he was your boyfriend, your best friend, you still had the right to not tell him everything. Tim could handle you not telling him everything, right?

Wrong. Later that night, you were laying in his arms, passed out while his brain couldn't stop overthinking every single one of your actions throughout the last weeks.

The second time he thinks something is really wrong he catches you sneaking out of bed in the middle of the night.

Tim was staying over at your apartment, enjoying your bed with countless fluffy pillows and your warm body snuggled up next to his. He was awoken by the sound of the sheets rustling, thinking nothing of it, just you tossing and turning until you found the right position. But then he squeezed one eye open, watching as you tried to quietly pull the covers off yourself, grabbing your phone off your nightstand before walking out of your bedroom and into the hallway, softly closing the door behind you.

It was quiet, and for a moment Tim thought you might be just going to the bathroom. That was until he heard your soft voice through the door. “Hey, babe.”

And right at this moment, Tim felt his heart stop. There was no way you could actually be cheating on him. You always told him he was your person, wasn't that true anymore?

Deciding he needed more proof for a final conclusion, he squeezed his eyes shut as he quietly got up, stepping closer your bedroom door. Now leaning his ear against it, he could make out your voice more clearly coming from down the hallway. “No, of course I didn't tell him.”He could hear you laugh softly. “He's not going to find out!”

Tim's ear began ringing as his throat suddenly felt dry, an overwhelming mix of emotions hitting him all at once. His eyes burned suddenly, and he squeezed them shut once more, trying to drown out the thoughts scrambling inside his head. This was it. You were really cheating on him. Wasn't he good enough? You always told him he was. Did you lie to him every time you told him you loved him? Was it his looks? Did he work too much? Was it Red Robin? All those thoughts circulated in his head while he tried to reason with himself. His thoughts are cut short when he catches the last of your conversation. “Okay, I gotta go before Tim wakes up. Love you.”

Hearing your footsteps become louder as they near the bedroom, he quickly wipes at his face before crawling back into bed, turning so his back is facing you when you walk back in.

You let out a tired yawn as you quietly push the door open, tracing your steps back until you're laying in bed again, facing Tim's back. You watch him for a second, a smile crossing your face as you think about the joy on his face when he'll open the gift you got him for his birthday. That was the reason you had been so sneaky around Tim for the past weeks, planning a small party at the manor, trying to get every one of his siblings to agree to come at the same time.

But your smile quickly washed away from your face as you noticed Tim's uneven breathing and the quiet shaking of his shoulders. Your hand reached out, finding its place between the blades of his shoulders. “Tim?” you call out softly, your voice filled with worry.

He debated pretending to be asleep, but he quickly realized you would just see through him and he didn't want you to know that he knew. So he turned around, now facing you, and when you spotted his red eyes and small frown, he could see the concern in your eyes. “What's wrong, baby?” you question, your voice soft as you carefully brush his hair away from his face. He could melt into your touch right now, but then he remembered wha he just heard, and suddenly this felt like the last time you'd touch him so tenderly.

“Did you have a nightmare?” is the next question that left your mouth. Tim decided to go along with it, feeling his throat closing up with the threat of unshed tears, he just nodded.

“Oh, Timmy.” You sighed out empathetic, wrapping your arms around him as you pulled him into you, pressing a kiss against his forehead in an act of silent comfort. “You're safe here.” you mumbled against his skin. Tim squinted his eyes shut, not believing that you could cheat on him in one moment and love him like this in the next.

Now, as he walks back through the front door and into the manor, his thoughts are still running wildly around his brain. They have been the past week , not stopping since that you comforted him because of his “nightmare”. He hadn’t talked much to you after that night, always coming up with reasons to cut conversations short, responding with short answers to your texts, ignoring calls and giving a lazy excuse afterwards. And today was his birthday, to which you only sent him a quick text, leaving no signs that you would want to see him today. From Tim’s perspective, you didn’t seem too concerned. What he didn’t know was that you spent every spare second you had to plan his birthday so it would be perfect, leading to you being pretty busy.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Tim walks into the sitting room in search of Alfred. He had sent him on a mission to go and get a special ingredient Alfred was missing for something he was baking, whatever it was.

He frowned as his gaze scans the room, noticing the curtains drawn and the furniture arranged. Before he could notice the decorations hanging of the wall, the curtains were pulled open and a chorus of “Happy Birthday”s sounded across the room. Now standing in front of him were all of his siblings, Bruce, Alfred, and you. His gaze focused on you, your grin wide as you stepped closer to him, his favorite cake in held securely in front of you, decorated with his favorite lego figures and lit candles. “Happy birthday, baby. Make a wish!” you smile at him, giving him an encouraging nod.

Tim can only stare, and before you know it, he’s already turning around and quickly making an exit. He’s gone before you can call out and a frown comes across your face. Behind you, you hear Jason whisper a quiet “What the fuck?” and Cass asking quietly “What’s wrong with him?”

You still stand there, baffled at Tim’s reaction, when you feel someone come up behind you. Your turn your head to come face to face with Steph, and she gives you a comforting look as she takes the cake out of your hands and quietly tells you to go after him.

You do immediately. Your pace is fast as you trace his steps to where you know he must be. Seeing that he left the door to the terrace open, you quickly slip outside, spotting Tim leaning against the railing, his body hunched as his face is clenched in agony. Your worry increases instantly and you call out his name, watching as he startled and looks up at you with hurt in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, stepping closer to him. “Is it the party? Is it too much?” You want to reach out, hold his hands in yours and give him all the comfort you can. You both stare at one another before Tim breaks the silence.

“Why are you doing this?” he chokes out through his tears, and your heart cracks at seeing him so hurt. “What do you mean?” you shake your head in confusion.

“Why won’t you just break up with me if you don’t want to be with me anymore?” he snaps, his face morphing into regret in an instant at the way he talked to you. He hated being mean to you, even if you were the one that was hurting him right now.

“What are you talking about?” you shake your head in confusion. “I- I don’t want to break up with you! I want you, Tim!”

“Then why are you cheating on me?” he finally lets out, and your face drops at hearing his words.

Your brain stops working for a second as you try to process his words. You, cheating, on him? “Tim, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Please.”

Tim scoffs, shaking his head as he wipes at his eyes. “You don’t have to lie anymore. I heard you that night, last week.”

Your eyes widen, questioning every interaction you’ve had over the last week, trying to remember any conversations or phone calls. Phone calls… that’s when it hits you. The night you stepped out to call Steph as she found the perfect gift you had wanted for Tim on patrol that night. The night you came back to bed to find him crying from a “nightmare”.

Your gaze softens as you watch Tim completely unravel before you, believing the fact that you would cheat on him.

“Oh, Tim.” your voice wavers. You take a step forward, this time not hesitating to grab his hands and pull him into you. You wrap your arms around him, feeling his do the same. You could cry at the fact that he was still hugging you, even if he was supposed to be mad. You pull back, placing your hands on either side of his face, tilting it to meet your gaze. “I would never cheat on you. Never. I love you so so much, Tim. You’re my everything.” you explain desperately. “That night, I was talking to Steph about one of your presents for today. And the basically the last two weeks I’ve been busy planning every minor detail because I wanted today to be perfect for you. But I promise you, Timothy, that I will not and have not ever cheated on you. You can look through my phone or search my drawers or whatever-”

You’re cut off by Tim pressing his lips to yours. You let out a sound of surprise before leaning into the kiss, pressing your lips to his with the same eagerness.

He’s the one to pull back, letting his hands rest on your waist. “I believe you.”

Eyes widening, a relived expression washed over your face. “I love you, Tim. And I‘m sorry I made you feel that way.”

He shakes his head. “No, I‘m sorry. For believing that you would cheat on me. I was just… I was so scared of losing you.”

Your face softens more, if even possible, as your thumb swipes under his eye, wiping away the last of his tears. “You’re not going to lose me, baby. Not if I can help it.” you smile at him.

He’s pulls you closer again, burying his face in your neck as the two of you stay like that for awhile.

Tim knew that after all, you were his best friend, his soulmate, and he was wrong to doubt the bond between the two of you.

Hold the Day

Tim Drake x gn!Reader

warning: hurt/comfort, angst, Deathstroke trying to manipulate you (kinda?), gunshots, stitching needed, violence/fighting, knifes mentioned and being used, broken bone, bullets mentioned, blood (a bit too much), not proof read, if I forgot anything please let me know, wc; 1,6k

A/N: So, I rewrote this three times and now I’m happy with how this turned out. Hope you like this :))

Tim told you specifically to not go and confront Deathstroke alone. Slade isn’t like every other villain. He doesn’t want chaos like Joker does.

No. He’s far from that. Slade wants efficiency. He is more terrifying because he can out plan people. He doesn’t fight reckless, he has plans and stays emotionally composed. Weaponizing your emotion instead of weaponizing it.

But you couldn’t just let him go, not after you got so close to him. You were so close to finally put an end to his terror so you had to take the chance and the risk.

Underestimating him was your biggest mistake.

You should’ve known that this was a trap when you followed him into an empty house far away from the city. Not a single soul other than Slade and you were there.

“Batman trained you better than this.” He suddenly speaks up which send shivers down your spine. How did he know? You were quiet and hiding in the shadows, impossible for him to see or hear you. Because you were good at sneaking up on people and taking them off guard.

“You came alone too? That tells me everything I need to know.” He continues. “While I respect your competence, you act reckless. And I despise recklessness.”

A boot slammed into your back and sent you crashing hard against a metal crate. Pain exploded through your shoulder.

“I could swear that your Robin boyfriend told you to not come alone.”

Your stomach dropped.

He moved before you could even register what happened. You barely blocked the knife aimed at your throat. He pivoted instantly, driving an elbow into your ribs hard enough to steal your breath.

With a swift motion, you throw a smoke pellet down causing the room to flood grey. You ducked low, trying to sweep his legs. But there was no contact.

A hand closed around the back of your suit and slammed you into a support beam. Your vision flashed white. Deathstroke leaned close enough that his voice barely rose above conversational.

“You rely too heavily on distraction tactics.”

You jabbed a knife toward the gap in his armor. For the first time, he sounded mildly impressed.

“There you are.”

He caught your wrist anyway. Pain shot through your arm as he twisted sharply. The knife clattered away. You kicked backward, catching his knee hard enough to finally create distance.

You need to get out of here. Immediately.

Gunfire erupts inches away from your feet, forcing you behind cover. Your breathing ragged now.

“So much potential. And you’re wasting it. What is the science behind this?”

Another shot was fired. You stumbled backwards to the wall with a gasp as heat tore across your thigh. His intention is not to kill you. No, he wants to weaken you. You will survive but you also should try and tend the injury as soon as possible.

Deathstroke emerged from the smoke like he’d been there the entire time, acting way too calm. Which is somehow worse.

“You’re good,” he admits. “But not ready.”

You lunged anyway. Which was stupid. You realize this the second he shifts his stance. He sidestepped, grabbed you by your suit and drives you brutally into the concrete floor.

You heard something crack and in the following second pain explode through your arm.Your scream echoed across the empty house.

Deathstroke crouched beside you, one hand pinning your uninjured shoulder down effortlessly.

“You came here needing to prove something,” he said quietly. “That makes you predictable.”

He lets out a long sigh before he speaks again. “You better go back and get your injuries treated before you lose too much blood.”

Without wasting any more time he leaves.

You know you should call Tim and let him know what just happened. You need proper Medical attention. But you can’t. What if Tim thinks that you’re incompatible for the mission. What is he sees you as a burden after today? No, you need to geh home immediately and try to tend your injuries yourself.

—

The way back home was a living hell for you. You’re impressed how you got home with a bullet in your thigh and a broken arm.

Problem now is how do you remove the bullet and stitch yourself up with only one arm. But you need to make it work.

You finally made it into your bathroom. Your suit was torn near your ribs, black fabric soaked dark with blood. The bullet had gone in clean, but not through.

Your phone is sitting beside the sink. Twenty six missed calls from Tim but you don’t really have the time to answer and talk to him. Mainly because he will notice that something is wrong. Which is what you’re trying to avoid.

And if he sees this… if he realizes you ignored him and gone after Deathstroke… You can already hear the argument.

You yanked open the cabinet beneath the sink with shaking hands. Antiseptic, Bandages and Tweezers. Well, it should be enough… for now.

The bathroom feels smaller while you cleaned blood from the wound as best you could. The second the antiseptic touched skin, pain ripped through your side hard enough to make you brace yourself against the counter.

“Fuck!”

Your vision blurs. But you’re still okay for now. You patched up worse, right? This was nothing.

You swallowed hard before picking up the tweezers. The metal trembled slightly in your grip. Don’t think about it. Just do it.

You carefully pushed the tweezers into the wound-

Pain exploded through your ribs instantly.

A strangled sound tore from your throat as your hands jerked violently away. The tweezers clattered into the sink. Your breathing turned sharp and uneven. Too deep. You couldn’t tell how deep the bullet actually was.

Blood dripped steadily onto the tile floor now. You stare at it. A little too much blood. Panic starts creeping in around the edges of your thoughts.

No this can’t happen you think. You force yourself to breathe slower. Tim would know what to do.

Your hands feel colder suddenly. That wasn’t good either. You grab the sink harder and tried again. The metal brushed something inside the wound. Pain slammed through you so hard your vision flashed white.

You cried out, dropping to one knee. The room tilted violently. Your hand slip against the bloody tile. Another wave of dizziness crashes over you.

But before you could pay any further attention to what is happening, you hear Tim’s voice.

“Baby? Is everything alright in there?” Fucked. You’re fucked.

You take a deep breath and try to answer him as calmly as possible. “Yes. Just cleaning.”

But Tim knows something is wrong. The way you spoke was… different. He is a detective, it would be a shame if he didn’t notice something was wrong.

“Open the door.” he demands

“Can’t right now.”

“Open. Now.”

“No.”

“Alright, I’m breaking in.” and he does.

Tim expected everything but this.

His world stood still for a moment. Your sink and bathroom floor is covered with blood. The sight alone makes him feel dizzy. What happened to you?

“What the fuck happened?” Tim asks and wastes no time putting on gloves. He looks at the wound before taking the tweezers off of your hands.

“Deep breath. This will hurt.” and fuck. It does. Tim manages to take out the bullet and you sweat you just saw stars for a brief second.

Now he starts stitching up the wound.

“You need a doctor. You obviously have a broken arm.”

“No, I’m fine.”

“This doesn’t look like fine to me. Did you go after Deathstroke?”

You don’t look him in the eyes and that action allnd gives him the answer to his question. Of course you did.

“I told you to not go after him.”

“I was close on the lead. I can’t afford to just let him walk away.” you argue back.

“And I can’t afford to lose you!”

Both of you stay silent for a second. After he finished stitching you up, he cleans it again just to make sure.

“You know that Deathstroke is dangerous. He knows that you are my weakness. And you still went after him?”

You don’t answer him. Because he is correct. You underestimated him. He has every right to be angry because what if Deathstroke killed you instead? Tim would never recover from this.

Tim doesn’t look at you. “Why didn’t you call me?” his voice came out quiet as if he’s trying hard to now let all his emotions to pile up.

Your heart breaks at the sight. You’d rather get shot again instead of seeing Tim like this.

“I don’t want you to think that I’m a burden.” Your voice comes out small.

“What?” Tim starts. “You are not a burden, what are you talking about? You’re the reason why we even got close to his footsteps in the first place.”

You feel your eyes staring to tear and somehow you still can’t bring yourself to look at him.

“I love you, even when you’re reckless sometimes.”

Tim tilts your face towards him. His face has a lot of emotions playing on his handsome face. Love, Fear, Anger but not towards you and Regret. What if he didn’t decide to check up on you?

“We will go to the manor now and Alfred will take a look at this, whether you like it or not. Your arm needs proper treatment. Then you will stay with me in the manor while you focus on your recovery and only your recovery.”

You nod. Tim lets out a short sigh before picking you up bridal style. You don’t argue with him because this is the least you can do after scaring him with his biggest fear. Losing you is his biggest fear and he would never forgive himself if that happened.

“You’re never a disappointment. I love you so much it scares me sometimes. So, next time you get hurt again please come to me.”

Includes: Wally West, Dick Grayson, Barry Allen & Michael Carter

Summary: he accidentally hurts you while sparring

Content/CW -> gn! reader, minor injury, mentions of blood (Dick's), guilt, crying, hurt/comfort, mild angst

froggi yaps -> im sorry i know i should be writing more neglect week fics but </3 i missed wally so much i needed a quick break to write this. ty to my pookie bear for helping me pick the characters + write them <3

Summary & CW:  fluff, suggestive content, on a mission, established relationship, batfam dynamic, crack fic, pride & prejudice mention, catwoman protégé!reader, second person, no use of y/n

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Another piece out the Kiln! Thank you to @inesvisible for requesting, I had sm fun with this one! Inspired by that one youtube video (it’ll make sense at the end). I hope you enjoy my lovelies

“How much you wanna bet that Bruce and Selina are making out on some rooftop right now?”

“You know, I’d really rather not.” Jason’s face contorts in disgust. Anything that involved thinking of Bruce and his dating life always made him squirm, it was hysterical.

They were all like that. All the Robins viewed Bruce as this ancient fatherly figure. To you, he’s just Bruce. Maybe it was because of all the times you caught him doing the walk of shame from Selina’s room, but it never bothered you to talk about it.

Selina was more… open when it came to her romantic life. A lot more open than Bruce you were willing to bet.  

It was so different than to how they were raised. Bruce was a father to them, he was this brooding figure who relished in seriousness. While Selina was like an older sister to you, she taught you how to take a shot without reacting.

“I didn’t have you pegged for such a virgin Jason.”

He freezes, burger halfway in his mouth and turns to you. A deadpan plain on his face.

“You know I’m not a virgin.”

“Oh? Do I?” He was so fun to tease, especially when that one eyebrow on his face rose. Danger dancing across the arch.

“Oh I would hope so.” He decides to start playing back. “Otherwise I’m going to have to have a long conversation with who left that hickey on your thig-”

“Aaaaaaand that’s enough you two.” Dick’s voice rings through the comms. “We have minors on this line.”

You snort and Jason rolls his eyes from where he’s sitting next to you.

“While I find there topic of discission crude,” Damian starts to pitch in. Obviously offended that his age is a discriminating factor for the conversation. “Todd and his special friend need not to shy away the topics of sexual intercourse for my sake, Grayson. They ought to do it to retain some level of decency.”

Damian starts squabbling with Dick on their own end your gaze shifts sideways to Jason, his eyebrows are twisted together in amusement. He meets your eyes and you mouth “special friend” to him. And that devastating Jason Todd grin breaks out on his face, the one that had angels singing and clouds parting. It’s toothy and too big for his face, too innocent for the scars.

He shrugs and mouths back, “improvement.”

It’s your turn to bite back a laugh and your neck strains from the grin.

Muting yourself from the comms this time, you scrunch your nose to get his attention. “Circling back to my initial question,” he groans. “How much would you be willing to bet I’m right.”

“I don’t want to play this game.” He grumbles into his burger after muting himself.

“Too bad.”

Huffing out a breath as if this question has personally wronged him, he ponders for a moment . “If they aren’t,” he pauses. “I’ll do dishes for next two weeks.”

Jason Todd rarely complained about household chores with you. He loved the domestic side of life you gave him in breaths stolen from Gotham. A secret part of his heart warmed when he caught himself wondering if he took the trash out on Tuesday mornings, or if he picked up the almond milk for you coffee at the corner store, or if he remembered to move the clothes from the washer to the dryer. It was the simple little things that were now intertwined in his life that reassured the quiet peace fate finally granted him.

However, washing dishes was the exception.

He’d dry them, put them away, reorganize them anyway you wanted. But he hated washing them.

So you met him halfway. After all, he did essentially everything else.

“That’s big from you.” It comes out like a tease and he sticks his tongue out at you.

“I don’t see him doing that stuff on patrol.” That’s when you knew you won. It’s unfair, but you’d heard stories form Selina. Stories that assured you, you were right. “He’s too anal about this stuff- patrol is life or death for him.”

When you hum noncommittedly, he scoffs. “You start patrolling with us one year ago and you think you have us all figured out.”

“Maybe I do.” You answer, your voice light and fun in the way that draws him in. “If I win, you have to do anything I want tonight.”

“How is that different from any other night?”

Those words land somewhere you don’t want to name. It’s true. He never told you no. Jason had spent his whole life pushing back against people, challenging them, yet he never did that with you. In small everyday moments maybe, it was to be expected; to grow together, it was necessary. Yet when push came to shove, Jason Todd was at your beck and call and always said yes.

“You’ll see.” Is all you offer him when you unmute the call.

“Oracle,” your voice cuts through Dick, Damian, Tim, and now Steph’s bickering.

“I don’t like the tone of your voice.” Barbara’s voice sing songs through the earpiece.

Jason’s eyes stay locked on yours with a squint. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Depends on what it is.”

“What’re Bruce and Selina doing right now?”

A smirk pulls at your lips and Jason starts shaking his head when the click-clacking of Barbara’s computer sounds through the speakers. A deep sigh from her is the sound of victory for you.

“I don’t think you want to know.”

“Oh I think I do.” The remaining gang of bats that was on the line start yelling protests when they hear the grin in your voice.

“BABS NO-”

“PLEASE DON’T-”

“I’m going to be disappointed aren’t I?”

“FREAKS! ALL OF YOU-”

Jason’s snickering while accepting defeat. Then, Barabara’s voice rings like a melody in your ears.

“They’re… otherwise engaged on a rooftop off eleventh and Washington.” Her words are chosen carefully and muffled groans echo after her.

“Thank you lovely.” Your voice is sweet as honey and Jason’s still shaking his head next to you.

“Do I even want to know why you asked?”

“Probably not.” And with that, you mute your mic again.

Looking over at him, even with defeat lingering in the wrinkles of his smile, he’s gorgeous. It was gut-wrenching that he didn’t see how beautiful he was. He put everyone else to shame. No one should look as heavenly as Jason Todd did with grease coating his lips and neon lighting his eyes.

Yet here he was, an angel plucked from the sky.

“Okay doll,” resignation dripping from his teeth. “What do you want me to do?”

“Oh you’re cute,” you purr. Your thumb wipes the ketchup on the corner of his mouth, his face brightening to the color of the condiment as you lick it off your finger. “You think I’m going to tell you now? Where’s the fun in that pretty boy.”

He scoffs with no heat behind it. Even as disbelief bleeds from his forehead, you can tell he’s exactly where he wants to be. “You’re a dangerous thing aren’t ya? We gotta put a warning label on you or something.”

“As if you’d shy away from a warning label.”

He snorts because he can’t say that you’re wrong. Nothing could ever keep Jason Todd from running back to you.

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“-but said not a word.”-pant- “After a silence of several minutes.” -another pause- “he came towards her in an agitated manner, -gasp-  and thus began- Baby please.”

He sounds cute like this, and you’re almost tempted to grant him the reprieve he wants.

But he looked too good.

Sitting on the foot of the bed, you merely watched him. You watched as Jason Todd remained in a plank after being stripped down to his underwear. Sweat was beginning to coat his back and you’re not sure if you’ve ever seen a more divine sight.

The small black boxers were leaving little for the imagination as the book laid under his head.

“Not yet honey,” you remind him, enjoying this a little too much. “You have to finish the chapter or go until failure. And you wouldn’t fail me now, would you?”

In light of winning your bet, you decided to make your lovely boyfriend get undressed to almost nothing and read Pride and Prejudice. This was your favorite chapter, and he loved to tell you how he loved you “most ardently” all the time.

Might as well make him prove it.

Maybe it was a little cruel to make him do this after patrol. But he agreed.

“I won’t.” He’s panting like a dog starved of water.

“Then get back to reading.” You hum.

His head hangs low for a second, curls bouncing in his face. His back muscles are so defined in this position, your tempted to lick the sweat straight off him.

“In vain have I struggled. -deep breath- It will not do. My feelings will -another pant- be repressed. You must allow me -another deep breath- to tell you – a wrecked groan- how ardently I admire and love you.”

And just like that, you realize you were going to have to start betting on Selina and Bruce more often.

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A/N: inspired by this lovely post (asia I love you)

masterlist || based on this request || 1k event

The rooftops of Gotham had always been a battlefield, but lately they felt like something else entirely — a stage where two shadows danced around each other in a game neither wanted to end. You had been Selina Kyle’s protégé for years, trained in the art of the steal, the graceful leap, the quiet confidence that came with knowing you could slip through any lock and leave no trace behind. Where Selina was all sleek elegance and playful seduction, you were quieter, sharper, a shadow with a purpose. You stole not just for the thrill, but for the people who needed it more than the wealthy elite who hoarded their treasures in glass cases. Selina approved. She called you her favorite little cat, the one who reminded her of herself before the world had taught her to smile while she clawed back what was taken.

Jason Todd, the Red Hood, had been a problem from the moment he appeared on the scene.

He was everything you weren’t supposed to want: brutal, unrelenting, a storm wrapped in red and black leather who left broken bones and fear in his wake. He protected the streets in his own violent way, but he didn’t play by the same rules as the Batfamily. He didn’t pull punches. He didn’t hesitate. And he especially didn’t tolerate thieves who thought they could operate in his territory, even if their intentions were noble.

The first time your paths crossed, you were lifting a diamond necklace from a corrupt businessman’s penthouse — the kind of man who funded weapons that ended up on the streets Jason tried to clean. You’d been silent, efficient, already halfway out the window when the Red Hood dropped in like a thunderclap.

“kats..” you said quietly as you set your keys down on the kitchen counter. your shoes already shucked off by the door. you flicked multiple lights on as you made your way up to the shared room. “katsuki..” you whispered, hoping that the man who always slept rigidly at 9pm was awake. “katsuki pls be awake..” he shifted and grumbled something before blinking awake to look at you. “what woman.. it’s fuckin late..” you chewed your lip, mumbling “i’m so sacred..” that woke him up quick.

he furrowed his brows and grabbed your arms fast checking for wounds and flicking the lamp on to examine you. “what?? why. what the hell happened-just tell me who did it.” you shook your head fast, “no no it’s just..the movie i went to see w mina was so so scary. i was literally shaking in the theater” your heart was still jumpy if we were being honest, hands gripping his shirt. he sighs and lays back “fuck i thought u were hurt baby, didn’t i tell you not to see that shit??” you felt better already, shrugging w a coy smile “it was so good though.. but i wish u were there so i could grab those warm biceps.” you looked him up and down. it sent blood to his head. i won’t say which though.

his eyes filled with mirth and heat “yeah? want me there comforting you? my baby jus wanna run to me” he pulled u closer and took your palms to his mouth to lay hot kisses on them, teeth softly scraping ur fingers. “silly woman.” he mumbles as he tugs you to lay on him. “nothin scary’s gonna get my girl here, you got that? i’ve gotchu baby” he comforted softly while flicking your forehead.. you smiled anyways and swatted back-stretching out against that solid body. “promise?” gentle doe eyes stared up at his red heavy ones. “mmm, fuckin promise.. now go to bed woman.” he covers your mouth with a grin as you laugh. you eventually drift off to sleep with that sexy man protecting you-but right before you did you mumbled a quick “love u..” he grunted something intelligible and tightened the muscle around ur waist. “night baby”

Summary - Dick and you have been dating for a couple months so he decides to start telling his family, with your permission, while you are off world. Only no one believes him. Thus begins a month of Dick trying and failing to convince a family of detectives that he has a girlfriend.

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"Do you have to go?" Dick whines and flops back onto your bed dramatically next to you.

"Sadly I can't blow off an incoming space war for you." You laugh and push at his shoulder. "I will hopefully be back in about a month."

He sighs, letting his head lean back against the pillow so he can stare up at your ceiling, "I wish you didn't have to be so absent lately."

The humor on your face melts away into something softer as you fix some of his curls that have fallen into his face. He looks over at you with a longing that has sat in his chest for years.

"I asked for more time off so hopefully I will start working closer to home. After that I will be around more and I can finally meet your family properly."