━━━━━━━ TIED HIM DOWN TO MY QUEEN BED
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: boyfriend!jason todd x female!reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: steph calls jason drunk, he has to come pick you up right now. only problem? you insist you won’t be leaving with anyone who isn’t your amazing boyfriend, not recognising the man in front of you.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none, fluff, crack, reader is lowk a freak for jason (#me2) , flustered jason, 1k words, working on a jason version of this!
<𝟑: art creds to @quezartt
Jason had broken several speed limits, but he didn’t really care. His mind was solely focused on you—or more specifically, you in the background of Steph’s call.
He'd checked his phone enough times to kill the battery twice over. Not because he was worried, Steph was with you and he knew you were more than capable of taking care of yourself.
Still, the movie had long faded into background noise. Every time his phone buzzed, his head snapped up before he could stop it.
Pathetic. Jason blamed you.
He was only half-aware that he’d parked the bike somewhere out of view—someone was bound to steal it if not—and entered the bar where you and Steph had gone for drinks.
"I miss him," you’d drawled, stretching out the i's, clearly drunk, while Stephanie giggled as she spoke. "Oh yeah, definitely come pick her up."
At the end of the place, where the music was loudest and didn’t bother the other patrons as much, were you and Steph, with an empire of empty drinks populating the wooden table.
Your head was tossed back, smiling and laughing as you played with the edge of Steph’s dress.
"Where is myyy husband?" You frowned—bottom lip wobbling—then you giggled. "Well, we aren’t married just yet, but in my mind we are."
Steph nodded very seriously, feeding into your delusions.
"Mrs. Todd has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?" You looked the blonde girl dead in the eye. "Doesn’t it?"
She nodded. "Mrs. Todd sounds kind of expensive."
Jason coughed awkwardly, hands shoved into his jacket pockets.
Stephanie smiled. "Took you long enough."
You swept your eyes up and down him.
His heart kicked once against his ribs. You were unfairly gorgeous. Not that he'd ever tell you that to your face of course.
"Is this your ride, Steph?"
She looked between the two of you. "No?"
You raised a brow, still looking him dead in the eye. "Then why is he standing there looking at us?"
Steph’s brows furrowed before she began laughing as if there were no tomorrow.
"It’s not funny, Steph," Jason said.
She pretended to wipe a tear from her eye. "It’s hilarious."
"I’m picking you up." He stated.
Your eyes widened so much it was almost comical. “No way! I have a boyfriend, thankyouverymuch, and I won’t be leaving if it’s not with him!"
Jason bit the inside of his cheek. "Baby, I’m your boyfriend."
You scrunched your nose. "Stop lying. My boyfriend is the prettiest man there is, I’d recognise him anywhere.” You sighed dreamily. Wow, talk about whiplash. "He has beautiful eyes," you continued, licking your lips, "and amazing biceps." You looked at him in anger again. "You either leave, or I’ll tell him to beat you up."
Funny thing was, Jason didn’t exactly know how to feel. He was slightly heartbroken that you didn’t recognize him. But the same time, you were threatening complete strangers on his behalf.
Something stupid happened in his chest, right where his myocardium was. "Beat me up, huh?"
"Yes!" you said, very self-assured. The you dropped your voice to a whisper. “He’s a massive softie, though, but don’t tell him I told you."
Steph patted your back. "He won’t, babes."
"Good." You rested your chin on your fist. "He’s so dreamy."
"Good for you," Jason said, and headed to the bar to ask for two glasses of water.
When he came back, you were still mumbling about munching on his bicep like it was an apple.
He was never recovering from this.
He offered the drinks, and Steph drank hers down without hesitation.
Jason pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand. "It’s water."
You eyed him skeptically. "You again. Didn’t we tell you to shoo?"
He offered you the drink.
You stared at it, then at him. “I’m not taking drinks from strangers."
"You’re clearly drunk, baby."
"Only my boyfriend calls me that, you can’t." Your lip wobbled again. "I miss him."
Jason's chest tightened. "I think you should take the water."
Steph pulled out a couple crumpled bills and left them on the table. "Let’s go."
You let her drag you out of your chair, but at the last moment, you nearly lost your balance— Jason immediately caught your waist, steadying you.
Like a cat that had just been kicked in the street, the whole bar turned toward the source of the noise and Jason thought death didn’t sound that bad after all.
"I." You smacked his arm. "Have." Again. "A boyfriend!"
And because things couldn’t possibly get worse, a tall, jacked man approached the two of you.
The man gave Jason the meanest stink-eye. "I think you should leave, man."
Jason was suddenly very aware that this was exactly how kidnappings looked.
"It’s her boyfriend. She’s just really drunk," Steph said, coming to his rescue like an angel.
The man crossed his arms. "And I’m just supposed to believe that?"
Steph sighed and pulled out her phone. Her movements were shaky as she tapped the screen with too much force. At least she could still see it. "Here. This was last week."
The man inspected the photo for a beat too long before nodding and leaving. Not before glaring at Jason one last time.
You rested heavily against Steph as he walked the two of you—a pair of newborn fawns learning to walk—outside. Jason right behind you, making sure that if any of you fell nothing bad would happen.
He immediately scanned the street; parked cars, empty sidewalk, three people across the road. No apparent problems.
Then you started singing. "You know that song by Doja Cat?" You coughed and began singing extremely off-key.
"Tie him down to my queeeeen bed—ugh, I love him so much. I’d let him put me in—"
Steph smacked a hand on your mouth. “Ew, not about Jason.”
You shrugged and raised your arms.
Heat crawled up the back of Jason’s neck. He ignored it.
Thank God it was late at night and there wasn’t sufficient light to rat him out.
"I’m sure he knows." He said finally.
You spun around, and for a horrifying second he thought you’d fall.
Somehow, you stayed upright.
Before he knew it, you were wrapping your arms around him and dropping like dead weight.
He caught you automatically. Of course he did.
He hoisted you up gently so you wouldn’t get dizzy, then you nuzzled your face into his chest.
"I missed you. There was this guy who kept standing there. What a creep!"
He rubbed slow circles into your back. "I’m sure he was."
"But you’re here now, so it’s okay."
Steph could be heard laughing in the background.
