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Promises

Jason Todd x reader

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You were sore, every part of your body heavy - like they were chained to a metal ball at the bottom of the ocean.

And worst of all, working at your company was the leading cause for all of this; constantly running out to grab coffees for everyone that you ended up forgetting yours, holding piles of files that you were somehow responsible for. As you walked the darkened streets of Gotham city - street lights painting the concrete in a golden haze - your growing need to rest beside your boyfriend hammered against your chest.

It had been weeks, no, it felt as if it had been months since you last saw him for more than a second. Before he had to head out for patrol, placing a kiss to your forehead and whispering a promise of 'having more time soon'. A promise that turned into another one, then another and another.

Empty promises that you simply answered with a smile.

You knew that it wasn't his fault - maybe it was even selfish to feel this way - but why couldn't he make time for you, when he could make time for a whole city.

Were you not enough?

Were you not as important?

Letting out a shaky breath, you shook your head; inhaling sharply as your gaze fell upon the wooden door in front of you. Hands hovering over the golden handle, condensation forming - before turning the knob with a click.

Like always, the hallway was dark, the smell of the food you cooked last night still lingering. Only this time the kitchen light was on, mud streaked boots toppled beside your sneakers. And then finally, you noticed the shadow of a man spilling onto the door mat.

It was him, actually him.

You should have been happy, overjoyed that he made the effort to finally show up after your work.

That he made time.

Yet, the moment you laid eyes on his shoes - shadow - something didn't feel right.

"Jay? When did you get here?" you called from the hallway, leaning against the wall as you sluggishly took your shoes off.

An awkward chuckle echoed throughout the house, your fingers curling around your sleeve.

"Hey. Just a few minutes ago, didn't expect you to get home so late."

"Oh... I see." you mumbled, slowly making your way to the kitchen.

There he was, standing in that black hoodie you wash at least twice a week, hair damp - slightly ruffled - green eyes focusing on you the moment you walked in.

Holding a plate of overcooked pasta.

He had been cooking, god he was cooking the moment he got back.

You watched as his growing grin faltered, brows pinching together. "You're glaring at me... What did I do this time?" he asked, setting the food down before reaching for you.

You shook your head, holding your hands out to stop him. "Nothing, Jason. I'm fine."

"Really, because for as long as I've known you a) you only call me Jason when I'm in trouble and b) I'm fine translates to you're not actually fine. So," he leaned in, voice lowering into something quieter. Something soft as his calloused hands cupped your cheek. "What's wrong, sweetheart."

"I said I'm fine!" you swallowed hard, surprised at how bitter your voice came out. How fast your heart was beating in your chest.

Jason blinked, lips pressed into a thin line, but he didn't move. "Hey..."

"No," you snapped, the words falling out before you got to stop them. "You don't get to 'hey' me... Do you know how long I've waited for you to come back? Spent hours staying up just so I could talk to you - no - see you for more than ten minutes a day?"

"I-"

"Weeks! Weeks Jason, hoping you'd make time for me like the city you protect. At this point, am I even important to you anymore?"

You paused, tears streaming down your face as everything was laid bare right in front of him. "I don't get to talk to you, hear your voice. I'm forced to face everything alone, to stress about work, the safety of you... Aren't we supposed to be partners? Since when did it become a solo game?"

Jason stared at you as if you'd knocked the air from his lungs. His mouth opening once, then closing.

"...I didn't know it got this bad."

You laughed - a brittle, exhausted sound that hurt more than crying.

"How could you? You were never here."

"...I know," he whispered, "You're right, I made so many of those damn promises... Didn't I?"

"Yeah, and I actually believed in them."

Jason flinched, not obviously, but it was enough to notice how his fingers twitched. Gaze falling to the floor as he closed his eyes, holding his breath as if breathing had become difficult.

"I'm sorry... I - you should go to rest... And if you're hungry, pasta's here."

Was that all he was going to say? No excuse, getting upset. That it was hard for him too?

Before you could say anything, Jason turned without meeting your eyes. Exiting the kitchen into the living room, leaving you with the silence again.

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You stared at the blinking clock by your bedside, its light coloring the sheets in a neon green glow.

It had been an hour since you snapped at him, since he walked into the living room.

You tried to continue on as usual, walking upstairs to brush your teeth, comb your hair - but you just ended up staring at the ceiling; tossing and turning until the clock turned into your sole sense of comfort without him.

Was he really going to stay there all night?

He didn't even bring blankets down with him.

Slowly, you sat up on your bed - grabbing a fistful of blanket - before sliding to the edge and dragging it down to the living room.

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You found Jason sitting on the couch, head in the palm of his hands - moonlight shining down on his silhouette.

"What are you doing up this late?" he blurted, looking up the moment you shuffled your way through the archway.

"I... I didn't want you to sleep in the cold."

"I wasn't going to sleep."

"Then what were you doing?"

Jason paused, eyes falling to the floor again. "...Thinking."

"Jay," you whispered, exhaling a shaky breath. "I don't want you to distance yourself from... I... I don't want you to sleep on the couch."

"Hey, hey," he murmured, standing up to hold you in his arms before hesitating when he got close. "I promise you, I am not going anywhere ok?"

"Are you hurt? By what I said?" you asked, holding onto the blanket a little tighter.

Jason shook his head. "No. No, you had every right to say what you did. I was the one that hurt you. The patrols kept piling up that at some point I thought that loving you would be enough, but shouldn't have been like that. I should have made time for you, damn it all."

You looked at him for a long moment.

The moonlight caught the exhaustion carved into his face - the bruising beneath his eyes, the fading scrape along his jaw, the way his shoulders remained tense, how he stopped himself from holding you.

For once, he looked less like Red Hood.

More like Jason.

"You know what hurt the most?" you whispered.

He swallowed. "...Tell me."

"I started getting used to you not being here."

His arms stiffened.

"I started only making enough dinner for myself" Your voice cracked. "I'd wake up in the middle of the night and stop reaching for your side of the bed because it was almost always felt cold."

You looked away. "I stopped expecting you."

"So when I walked into the house tonight," you laughed weakly. "I should've been happy... but I ended up snapping, hating you for showing up now."

Silence fell over the both of you, not uncomfortable - heavy.

Slowly, Jason opened his mouth just to close it again - but this time you were the one to reach out first.

Arms wrapping around his waist, face buried into his chest as his body went rigid. Hands hovering, before holding you closely.

You continued, voice muffled by the fabric.

"The truth is Jay, I can't help but get hurt at the thought of missing you, loving you when you're not here," you swallowed, tears streaming down your cheeks - burning a trail across your skin. "And knowing now, that I'm the one that pushed you away when you never meant to hurt me... I'm so sorry."

Jason pulled back just enough to see you, shaking his head, his warm thumb catching the falling tears. "You don't have to apologize, I'm the one who was never able to keep their promises."

He paused. "I thought I knew how to balance everything, but I ended up making everything worse." Jason exhaled sharply through his nose. "Tomorrow turned to the day after that, then next week."

"It's fine," you breathed, "Gotham needed you."

"I know, but that doesn't mean I can't tell you when I'll be late, or swing by when patrol isn't packed."

He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours. "No more spending time together soon, no more leaving you alone for a city that doesn't care for my well being. I'm going to stay, for as long as I can, every single fucking day."

"But-"

"Don't worry about the city, I'm sure Alfred and Dick can figure something out."

You chuckled, cupping his face, feeling the slight stubble beneath your palms. Watching as a smiled tugged at the corners of his lips.

"It feels like it's been forever since I heard you laugh," carefully, Jason tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I love it, I love you."

I just wanted to see my man when I woke up only to be greeted by ai like get tf out of my face 😭😭😭

I just wanted to let everyone know that I'll be taking a break from tumblr after posting my last few requests/fics.

It has nothing to do with anything personal, or something that's been going on in the background, I just lowk find it tiring to be on here 😭

I might still lurk around but if I don't post anything for a few weeks - don't worry! I'm still alive just resting 🙂‍↕️

And, I’ll say now, I think I could understand any answer except that one Red Hood mask with the mouth because that one’s just scary 😭😭

Heyyyyyyy!!! Ooo my favorite for the both of them?

Gosh I really like Arkham Knight Jason, he's one of my favorites. Or Jason Todd and the outlaws, specifically the 2016 version (I think that's the fully masked Jason if I remember correctly, idk)

For Zuko i really like adult Zuko 👅, but my inner child still has this nostalgia for teenage Zuko because younger me was obsessed the moment the show showed him with hair.

I really hate the half ways makes Jason 😭

Replaying the memories together: Coffee- He's had a crush on you for some time so why couldn't he find the courage to talk to you? Until now that is (Fluff)

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Tim drake x reader

Synopsis: Tim hasn't been sleeping properly for days, causing you to confront him.

A/N: First time writing for him kinda nervous 👀, based on this post of mine. Also I have no photos for him oops. Why do I like this pathetic man more than I should???

Warnings: Not proof read

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Tim has been at this for days.

Every night you'd wake up to the constant sound of fingers typing on the keyboard, blue lights flashing from the room next to yours as your palms grazed along the empty space beside you - the sheets cold to the touch.

And just like a routine, once the clock hit 5 a.m the clicking would finally stop. Silence filling the darkness, accompanied by muffled footsteps making their way cautiously towards you. The occasional thud echoing around the room as he felt for his surroundings.

You noticed the way the bed dipped slightly under his weight as he slid under the covers, a heavy sigh escaping through his nose. Even if you hated him, even if you were worried about him - you'd still turn over, arms wrapping around his waist while his fingers found yours. Idly drawing circles across your skin, warmth spreading on your knuckles.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" he'd mumble almost out of breath, shoulders tense. You'd shake your head, reassuring him - even if that was a lie.

Because being in a relationship meant you would support him no matter the cost, right?

But tonight was no different from the nights prior. Tim was still at his desk, the lamp light still on as it painted the office in an orange haze. You opened one eye to look at the digital clock still flashing from the bedside drawer. 2 a.m, who would have guessed.

Slowly you sat on your bed, the sheets falling off your legs before running a hand down your face - lazily looking over to the other room.

Tim looked like a mess. Dark circles had already made their way beneath your boyfriend's blue eyes, his usually tamed, messy hair pulled in different directions that you couldn't tell if that was actually Tim anymore.

"Babe?" you called out, rubbing your eyes. Voice still rough with sleep.

"Hmm?" Tim answered, but his gaze was glued to the screen. Another fatigued groan escaping him.

"... I just wanted to know when you're coming back to bed."

"Shit. Uh, in a bit. Don't stay up for me."

"Tim." you said sternly, moving to the edge of the bed.

No answer.

"Tim." you repeated, a muscle ticking in your jaw this time.

Nothing.

"Timothy Jackson Drake."

Silence.

With an annoyed scoff, you threw the blankets aside and padded across the room, stopping directly behind his chair. Any lingering sleepiness being replaced with irritation

"Timothy. Jackson. Drake." His full name left your mouth sharper than you intended, but this time he flinched.

"...Yeah?"

"You didn't even hear me the first three times."

He stopped for a minute, blinking up at you. "I did." he said flatly.

You rolled your eyes, lips pressed into a thin line. "You absolutely did not."

"I did! I was just..." He gestured vaguely at the monitor. "Thinking."

"Well, you've been thinking for the past few days without proper sleep. It's not worth risking your health for." The last part coming out as more of a plead rather than scolding.

Tim let out a long, tired exhale, dragging both hands down his face before scrubbing at his eyes.

"I know." His voice was hoarse. Frayed. Fingers trembling from the lack of sleep. "Just give me an hour."

"No, you are not getting another hour. You are coming right back to bed before I start losing my mind too."

"I-I,"

"God, why won't you listen to me?"

Before he could answer, you angrily pulled out his chair, turning him to face you before sitting on top of his lap. A hand rising to squish his face.

"Let's start this over. I said when are you coming back to bed?" you snarled, brows drawn together despite your other hand clenched tightly into a fist. Sending silent prayers that he would listen to you about this.

Please Tim, you're exhausted. I can't stand seeing you like this.

Tim froze beneath you.

The chair creaking quietly as he instinctively steadied you with both hands at your waist, his grip firm despite the exhaustion making every movement sluggish.

And for the first time all night, he actually looked at you.

Not through you. At you.

Your eyebrows were pinched together so tightly they almost touched. There were pillow creases still pressed into your cheek, dried up saliva running down your chin, and your eyes -

God.

Your eyes looked just as tired as his.

"...Hey."

"No." You squeezed his cheeks just a little harder, forcing his lips into a slightly painful pout. "Don't 'hey' me."

"I wasn't -"

"When are you coming back to bed?"

The moment you asked him that question again, looking up at him with those eyes of yours, voice breaking more times than he could count during this whole conversation - the weight of it all suddenly came crashing down on him.

So then why was it that all he could focus on right now was how close you were to him now? How you were sitting on his lap, your breath hitting his collarbone.

"..."

The room suddenly felt too small, like it was shrinking the longer the two of you sat there. Monitor screen blacking out as it entered sleep mode. Heat crawled up the nape of his neck as his eyes were the first to stray, darting around the room into the corner that was intensely interesting.

One hand slipped from your waist to cover his mouth, rubbing awkwardly across his lips as if trying to hide the fact that his face had gone warm. A flush blooming across his cheeks that you've loosened your grip on.

You blinked.

"...Tim?"

He cleared his throat from behind his hand.

"Are you... Blushing?"

"What?" He blurted, answering far too quickly. "I'm not."

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm sleep deprived."

"That wasn't an answer to any of my questions."

His shoulders sagged in defeat, the hand still covering half his face while he refused to meet your eyes. A quiet, embarrassed laugh escaping through his fingers.

"...Why are you making this difficult." he whispered.

You leaned in, tilting your head as you narrowed your eyes. "I could ask you the same thing."

"It's different! You sat on my lap!"

"And you are refusing to sleep!"

"Fine, you want my answer?" he asked, meeting your gaze again.

You nodded your head, dropping your hand from his face. "Yes actually."

Guilt formed in the pit of his stomach, replacing the embarrassment that was there a few moments ago.

Tim knew he shouldn't have been sleeping when he was, but work never waited for him meaning that he was forced to stay up.

Yet, seeing how much he was affecting you. The words telling you 'he can't sleep right now' didn't leave his lips. Caught on the tip of his tongue while he opened his mouth just to close it again.