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Warnings: maybe out of character, my own headcannon that Jason tried to steal the tires in the fall vs in March. Warnings: This may be out of character; my own headcanon suggests that Jason tried to steal the tires in the fall instead of in March.

Gotham City starts to get cold in October. It rains almost daily, the streets reek of stagnant water, and the air stings with the wind. Along with the chilly weather comes the crime. Jobs are harder to find, weapons are easier to hide under jackets, and masks are more acceptable.

Fall was Jason Todd’s favorite time of the year. It didn’t get cold in Miami like it did in Gotham. The air reeked with gunpowder in a way the summer breeze couldn’t compare. His leather jacket clung to his muscles better thanks to the fleece long sleeve he sported under it, and for once, Roy couldn’t tease him for wearing jeans like he could in the Floridian heat.

The cold also reminded him of his childhood. Maybe if he had grown up in a typical family, it would remind him of Halloween trick or treating, riding bikes to the park with a friend, drama club tryouts, football championships, homecoming dances, or college frat parties after a game he and his buddies won. Unlucky for him, he grew up as a dead bird. The reminders of shivering in an oversized hand-me-down from the neighbors, sitting outside his apartment building, waiting for his mom to wake up from her last dose of ‘special medicine.’ The way the cars reeked like the night he tried to steal from the most powerful man in Gotham, Batman. The scent of cigarettes lingered longer, and even when it got cold enough to burn his lungs, he still pushed himself in every fist fight. It was a bittersweet feeling that only the looming threat of winter could provide.

His favorite part of fall, though, was the cuddling. It was mandatory in his small apartment on the Hill. The landlord hadn’t turned on the heat yet, and no apace heaters or electric blankets could provide the same warmth as his beloved partner. The cold apartment greeted him in his Red Hood uniform, as he dropped his helmet to the ground, the leather jacket falling gracelessly on top of the red helmet. The scent of cinnamon apples from a candle burning hours before still lingered the closer he got to the bedroom, the closer he got to his lover.

The bed was big, but the curled-up mass of human was small. Three blankets covered them, and Jason was careful to not wake them as he climbed into the bed. His feet were freezing, his hands just as cold without gloves, boots, or socks protecting them. The cold of his appendages woke his love, who only grunted in response, hands reaching up. He grinned, assuming it was to reach for him, pull him close, and whisper softly, ‘I missed you’ to one another.

He was wrong. He was greeted with a gentle push. “Go away,” the individual in the bed grunted. They quickly rolled the other way, taking the blankets with them. Jason only laughed, “Hey, come back,” he whispered, easily pulling the blankets out from under them to slip in with them. “I missed you,” he whispered as he wedged his right arm under their head. His cold hands went to their waist, earning him yet another grunt. This did not faze the man, as he pressed his cold toes against the back of their legs.

mj note: lowkey wrote this for myself and did not proof read it

preschool teacher reader!

imagine… your student’s family recently experienced a breaking and entering attempt. You were informed via email on Tuesday morning, the email excusing your student from attending preschool for the day. Anxiety fills you as the email was short and to the point.

The next day, the student is back in class. She’s less concerned about what happened than you and your fellow coteachers were expecting. In fact- she couldn’t stop talking about it.

“Boom! Robin in living room and daddy go ‘ahhh.’ Daddy grab me and I’m safe! Then big man come in, with red mask! He beat up all the bad guys!”

Your ears perk up whenever the legendary crime fighting family is brought to topic. The kids were obsessed with Robin, Batman, and especially Nightwing who was known for highfiving kids whenever he passed them in the line of duty to ensure all of Gotham’s citizens felt safe. For obvious reasons, Red Hood was not normally apart of the kids’ idolizing rotation. In fact, the four year old did not even know his name.

Recess was filled with recreation of the violence that flooded the city streets. Three kids were Robin, one batgirl, a few of the children wanted to be Nightwing, there had to be at least two Batman’s, and the little girl from your class was playing as Red Hood. She didn’t know his name, and referred to him as ‘Red Guy.’ It wasn’t until the kindergarten and first grade class joined the playground that she learned his name.

“Oh you must mean Red Robin,” a first grader stated, arms crossed over his chest. “He’s like Robin, just red.”

Another little boy, from the kindergarten class chimed in: “No! The helmet guy is Red Hood. I know because my dad was saved by him. He works at the- ark-am arse-lum.”

Your heart melted at the attempt to say “Arkham Asylum” which was a large word for the little boy. Everything was going well until a fight broke out.

This was first physical little kid fight you had ever witnessed. The little girl, too lost in her imaginative play, was being a bit too rough with one of the kids pretending to be a bad guy. Not to mention the Gothamite swear words you recognized from your boyfriend at home. Once the real fighting was identified, you and two other co-teachers rushed to the children, informing them to stop.

You had to take her to the office, write out the incident, and finally talk with her parents when they came to get her. The other child was fine, he was used to roughhousing with his older brothers, but it still wasn’t acceptable. The whole preschool class had to be told that if it ever happened again they would no longer be allowed to play heroes at school.

A staff meeting was held after school as well, interrupting your scheduled date with Jason. The principal of the school stated teachers need to nip the ‘bad influence’ in the bud and no longer allow vigilantes to be spoken about or played as during play. You only heard ‘nip the problem in the bud’ and you were determined to do so.

“JASON PETER TODD,” you shouted upon entering your shared apartment. The smell of the apartment calmed you the moment you walked in: the smell of aging leather, twenty year old thrifted books, Jason’s cologne, (possibly a hint of weed) and the steak he was searing in the kitchen was identified quickly. A cat meowed out a greeting from the living room. This was home- and it had taken years to convince Jason to move in together due to his night life- you almost forgotten what you needed to tell him.

Jason, who was making dinner, flinched and poked his head out of the kitchen hallway. “Why did you shout?” He looked anxious, and guilty. “Did I do something?” The question reminded you of the excitement of the day, pulling you from the haze of just coming home.

Even though you wanted to be serious, the wide grin on your face exposed you. “Do you recall the family you saved about two night ago?”

“Uh- the one on Plymouth Ave?”

“Yes! And do you recall a little girl? About four, has curly brown hair-“

“And big blue eyes? Of course, she was the highlight of my night. I’d rather save kids than break up good-for-nothing knife fights.” Jason replied honestly before ducking back into the kitchen, one muscular arm reaching out, hand waving for you to follow.

You make your way into the kitchen and continue: “turns out, she is in my class. I’m not going to say her name, but she got into a lot of trouble today.”

“Yeah, trauma really messes with kids,” he began.

“No, Jay. She got into trouble because she was pretending to be you.”

“Me?” He exclaimed, turning from the stove to face you. He even pointed to himself with the tongs he was holding. “No- kids don’t pretend to be me. They pretend to be Bruce or Damian, or for gods sake, Dick.”

You giggled at his confusion, and disgust at the idea of children idolizing his elder adoptive brother. “Yes, you, Mr. Red Guy.”

“‘Red Guy?’ Is that what she called me? That’s so adorable.” Your boyfriend stated, a smile breaking out of his face.

“It is, but the poor girl was hitting really hard because she struggles with imaginative play. She also said a few cuss words. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” You finally got to the point, taking in a deep breath.

“That’s why you screamed my full, legal name when you came in?” Jason questioned to fill in the silence.

“Yes! Watch your language. Like- I know- you grew up in crime alley and have the thickest gothmite accent in this stinkin’ town-“

“I do not!” Jason argued. “Have you heard some of the goons talk? I sound perfectly normal for where I was born an’ raised!”

“You were raised in the manor- then in like Siberia I don’t know!”

“I was in the alps, I’ve told you like a million times. That’s really not up in-“

“I don’t care- anyways, please. If there is a kid use your Alfred swears.” You stated. It was a demand, but you batted your eyelashes and added in “please.”

Jason sighed before jolting to turn around. “Shit- shit! The steak!”

featuring shin from dorohedoro

Warnings: Mature! Mentions of stalking- no smut but still 18+ as always! Infidelity? No gender is mentioned for reader, but it may be insinuated reader is afab. Reader is insinuated to be oblivious to the crime fighting career. Bad grammar bc I suck

Warnings - none / bad grammar, not edited!

Richard Grayson has a tidy place, but not because he cleans. He simply doesn’t do anything. He is usually teaching yoga, training with Bruce or his brothers, going out with whichever friend is in Blüdhaven for the weekend, or simply working on an investigation. He doesn’t even have dishes in the sink, because he rarely cooks or eats in his own place. Where Jason’s apartment looks lived in on the best days, Dicks’s apartment is barren. He has a table and enough chairs for each Robin and a few folding chairs incase Babs and Cass join in on their game nights. He has nothing to connect him to Nightwing, but he does have Batman, Superman and even the Flash merch in a variety of items. A lone ‘Flying Graysons’ poster hangs on his wall, next to his varying degrees in law and social work. A picture of him and Bruce hang near, Tim’s prom picture as well, and a school picture of Damian. (Tim and Damian put those photos up, but Damian will not claim he hung his own photo as it would be ‘cringe’.) He has no photos of Babs, Star, or any other possible partners. Even the current one(s). His room only has a bed and a laundry hamper, he hangs his clothing and has a small plastic three drawer dresser for socks, underwear, and whenever else he needs stored. All in all, his flat is boring and also creepy by how well kept it is.

Dick’s ideal partner wouldn’t live with him, in fear of his identity being leaked and them becoming a liability.

Jason Todd’s apartment isn’t the cleanest, but not because he can’t clean, he simply doesn’t have the time. Being a full time vigilante means working awkward and long hours. Working from 8 pm until 6 am means he only has a few hours of sleep before his day begins. Jason tries his best to keep busy, it helps with overthinking. He’ll hang out with his friends and family, go to the library, have a quick snack (or meal) at his favorite ‘ma and pop’ diner. He will also spend a few hours in the batcave/belfry training each day, and then go to a normal gym and train there for an hour so people don’t wonder how or why Bruce Wayne’s adopted son is so jacked.

Dick Grayson on the other hand always knows which direction is north. Most of the bat-family has learned how to do this, but Dick was simply born with the ability. He can be blindfolded, spin in circles, driven around, and dropped off in some field, and he’ll know which way is north without needing to look at the stars, or the position of the sun or moon. He just knows.

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