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I know everyoneβs seen the βSuperman writes about lead pipes in metropolisβ post, but has anyone considered Superman writing about endangered animals and conservation because he understands what it means to be one of the last of your species?
Poor Bruceβ but honestly he likes being able to carry Clark
the puppy takes advantage of this by literally jumping onto him of course
sometimes I come home and all I need is for someone to hold me.
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Authour: @mikkalia (mikkal)
Subfandom: Batfamily
Media: All Media Types
Relationships: Gen (Jason Todd & Ensemble)
Year: 2023
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
Summary:
Red Hood looks out for Crime Alley. Crime Alley looks out for Red Hood. (A collection of snapshots.)
Submitted by anon
Submitter's comment:
This is such a nice look at Jason and his relationship with Crime Alley from his, the residents', and the batfam's point of view.

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one must imagine Jason Todd happy
Typical night of patrol lol
Based off of a post by @oh23
Fuck hostile architecture, I want unhostile architecture. I want benches to be designed to be as easy as possible to sleep on. I want little places for pigeons to nest to be purposefully put on buildings. I want people designing public spaces to think about what they'd be like to skateboard on. I want "Please loiter" signs. I want people to be kind. I want...
We need cities that do not resent the fact that people live in them
We need cities that
do not resent the fact that
people live in them
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
spending the night in his old room
jason todd x gn!reader, fluff
A quiet βlove youβ leaves your lips before you press a kiss to both his cheeks and cup his face with your hands.
βI love you more,β he says, low and hushed, only for your ears. Your knees rest on either side of his hips.
This late at night, the manor is still. Most are either asleep or out on patrol. You and Jason ended up in his old room from when he was younger. Youβd convinced him it was easier than going back home.Β
But really, it was Dickβs plea, his eyes silently asking you to keep his brother here longer.
It's only one night, you'd told Jason.
Now his hands slide from your hips to your waist as he pulls you closer, hugging you to his chest. Heβs shirtless, hair mussed. You can feel the steady thump of his heart, the warmth of his skin.
His nose nuzzles your cheek. βSleepy?β he asks softly.
βNope.β Your fingers trace the pale, raised skin on his body. He watches you, his eyes searching your features for any sign of disgust.
Instead, all he sees is quiet adoration and your eyes going glassy.
His warm hand rubs your back. βSweetheart, you donβt gotta cry over me.β

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Jason wakes up from the Lazarus pit, mind totally messed up but for some reason he thinks he and Reader are married. Doesn't even question the ages he's just "oh I do have a spouse..."
He returns like 3 years later to Gotham all like "my beautiful spouse... I'll see them first..." meanwhile Reader's in a bit of a panic because not only did their best friend come back from the dead, but for some reason thinks they were married at 15 and he never thought to question if it were even legally possible
okay but imagine jason's been in love with you since forever, right? but you thought his flirting was always just harmless teasing bc he always had that little smirk on his face. besides he was robin, and he was smart and cool and funny and why would someone like him be interested in someone like you? jason thought the same thing about you, but that didn't stop his flirting
ah young idiots in love
anyway, jason dies and your life comes crashing down. nothing is ever the same after that. he was your best friend, your person. so when he finally wakes up from his dip in the pool, you're the first thing on his mind, right? yes, bruce as well of course, but will be can think about in his clouded mind is you. he's in pain and he's scared and he doesn't know what's going on, his mind is basically soup right now. his body is telling him he needs to find safety and his safety was always you. so he might not exactly remember you but he remembers how you made him feel. loved, cared for, safe
cue the league, talia, training. and with that comes some mental clarity. he remembers your face better,he remembers being in love with you, but he doesn't remember that you're just friends. and while he's at the league he over hears talia talking about bruce and how she calls him beloved, how in love with him she is. surely he feels that way about you, so you're his beloved. right?
so when jason gets back to gotham and finds you he's 1) a little taken aback by hlw different you look now but also 2) a little pissed off that you're not wearing your ring. where's your ring?? jason would never make you his beloved without giving you a ring or any sort of marker that you're his and he's yours - legalities be damned
you, on the other hand, are in complete shock that your dead best friend is back from the dead, years older, absolutely fucking jacked, and is mad at you for not wearing your wedding ring. even tho you two have never even officially confessed your feelings for each other
band au jason in which he's like both the singer and guitarist, and everyone think he's got a girlfriend or something cause he keeps writing love songs but turns out the lyrics are just about the lead singer (reader!!!). but like he doesn't confirm nor deny having a girlfriend so youre just like "can't cross that line it's disrespectul towards his girlfriend!". but theres obviously tension and chemistry between you two during sets, so one day youre just like "what do your girlfriend think about that?" and he's like, girl, what girlfriend???
bonus point to reader being oblivious and getting kinda fed up of singing about her crush's girlfriend when it's just...all about her. like you're his dream girl. the one he writes deep and meaningful lyrics that convey all his yearning for you. like, jeff buckley level. and he's there hoping youll catch on, but the boy is getting so desperate he's starting to think youre just not interested in him but trying not to hurt his feelings. i love pinning idiots in love, and friends to lovers with jason.
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I canβt sleep so here are some hot things I think Jason does
- Jason often walks around the house shirtless and has a terribly attractive habit of flexing in front of every mirror in the house. Oh and whenever he's near you, it's more like a show than just plain old flexing really. His little act is almost always followed up with a "holy shit babe, feel my bicep." It leaves you flustered every damn time
- He also has a tendency to engulf you in these tight bear hugs where his arms cover your body and you can feel his pecs pressed against your face. You never can resist the urge to nuzzle your face against his chest
- Jason's body is huge, he's built like a fucking tank and he knows exactly how to use this to his advantage. He corners and pushes you against the wall with such ease, you don't even see it coming half the time. He towers over you and it's crazy just how bad you want to kiss him in those moments
- He gets all up in your face when heβs teasing you or when heβs in a super playful mood. He even grabs your jaw to make you look at him when he knows youβre tying to tune him out. Jasonβs such a pain in the ass, but heβs pretty so he gets a pass
- Heβs such a chronic man spreader (but like in places that allow itβ¦ heβs respectful on public transport and keeps to himself, which actually makes him even more sexy in my books). and if youβre at home, he leaves enough room so you can get situated on his lap
- Jason loves to read to you. Heβll have you pressed up against his chest, with one hand stroking your hair and the other holding his book. His voice gets all low and husky and his accent tends to creep out too. Above all, his voice is gentle, soothing and just so comfortingly satisfying
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summary : Jason is trying (and fumbling) to be normal. Heβs not performing the gruff Red Hood persona here. instead, heβs quietly learning how to exist in a soft, everyday space without the constant edge of violence. He is trying to be gentle, which comes through in small, tender moments β the way he holds a knife like it might explode, how he softens his voice, how he second-guesses every touch until you reassure him itβs safe to just be. CW: mentions of redhood business, gun and knife mentions, fluff as frick.
a/n : Iβm about to explode Word. my word count has been so wrong recently Iβm SO sorry. Also can you tell I like writing cooking ficsβ¦
The kitchen smelled like slightly burnt garlic and nervous energy.
Jason stood at the counter in a plain black t shirt and grey sweatpants, hoodie sleeves pushed up to his elbows, looking at the cutting board like it had personally offended him. His hair was still damp from the quick shower heβd taken after patrol - the white streak at the front flopping messily over his forehead. No leather jacket, no guns, no mask. Just Jason Todd, attempting to make dinner like a normal person.
You leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching him with open affection. Heβd shown up at your apartment twenty minutes ago with a paper grocery bag and a quietly determined look that said heβd been thinking about this all day.
βI said Iβd cook,β he muttered without turning around. His voice was low, almost hesitant. βYouβre supposed to sit andβ¦ I donβt know. Look pretty or something.β
You laughed softly. βI can do both. But Iβd rather help. Or at least watch you not murder that onion.β
He glanced over his shoulder, eyes softening the second they landed on you. The corner of his mouth twitched β not quite a smirk, more like a shy half-smile he only let out when no one else was around. βFair. Justβ¦ donβt expect gourmet. I mostly know how to heat up MREs and order Thai.β
You crossed the small kitchen and hopped up onto the counter beside the cutting board, swinging your legs. The apartment was warm, lights dimmed to a golden glow. Outside, Gothamβs usual chaos felt far away for once.
Jason picked up the chefβs knife youβd left out for him. He held it carefully - fingers positioned exactly as youβd shown him last week, but his grip was still a little too tight, shoulders tense like he was handling a live grenade instead of stainless steel.
You noticed. Of course you did.
βJay,β you said gently. βItβs an onion. Not a suspect.β
He exhaled through his nose, a short, self-deprecating sound. βOld habits. Feels weird holding something sharp withoutβ¦ you know. Intent.β
You reached over and lightly touched his wrist. His skin was warm, scarred knuckles brushing yours. βNo intent needed tonight. Just dinner. With me.β
He looked at your hand on his wrist for a long second, then nodded once. The tension in his shoulders eased a fraction. He started chopping - slow, deliberate slices. Each cut was precise, but there was a carefulness to it that went beyond technique. Like he was reminding himself with every motion that this knife didnβt have to draw blood. That the world didnβt have to end in violence tonight.
The onion surrendered without a fight. Jasonβs eyes watered anyway. He blinked hard, muttering, βThis is bullshit. Iβve taken beatings from Killer Croc and Iβm crying over vegetables.β
You grinned, hopping down to grab a tissue. βHere, tough guy.β You dabbed gently at the corners of his eyes, then kissed the tip of his nose. βBetter?β
He blinked again, this time not from the onion. His expression went soft - the guarded edges melting away until he was just Jason, standing in your kitchen, looking at you like youβd hung the moon and stars. βYeah,β he said quietly. βBetter.β
You moved on to the garlic. Jason watched you demonstrate crushing the cloves with the flat of the knife, then tried it himself. His first attempt was too hesitant; the clove skidded. The second was perfect - clean, controlled. He let out a small, surprised huff of satisfaction.
βSee?β you said. βYouβre getting it.β
He set the knife down and wiped his hands on a dish towel, then surprised you by stepping behind you and wrapping his arms loosely around your waist. His chin rested on your shoulder, breath warm against your neck. No pressure, no weight - just presence. Like he was still learning how much of himself was allowed to touch you without overwhelming.
βFeelsβ¦ normal,β he murmured. βWeirdly normal.β
You leaned back into him, covering his hands with yours where they rested on your stomach. βThatβs the point. Normal can be good.β
He was quiet for a moment, just breathing with you. Then, softer: βI keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like someoneβs gonna kick the door in and remind me I donβt get to have this.β
Your heart twisted. You turned in his arms, facing him. He didnβt step back; he just let you settle against his chest, your hands coming up to rest over his heart.
βYou do get this,β you said firmly. βWe both do. One dinner at a time.β
Jason searched your face, eyes uncertain but hopeful. He lifted one hand - slowly, telegraphing every movement - and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. His thumb brushed your cheekbone with the lightest touch, like he was afraid even that might be too much.
βYouβre really patient with me,β he whispered.
βYouβre worth it.β
He swallowed hard. Then he leaned down and kissed you - gentle, unhurried, the kind of kiss that tasted like second chances. No rush, no hunger born from adrenaline. Just Jason learning how to be soft with someone he loved.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. βOkay. Back to dinner before I burn the place down.β
You smiled and let him go, though he kept one hand on your hip for a few extra seconds, as if reluctant to lose the contact.
The sauce came next. Jason stood at the stove, stirring the simmering tomatoes with a wooden spoon like it was a delicate operation. You handed him spices one by one - basil, oregano, a pinch of red pepper flakes. Each time he added something, he looked to you for approval, eyebrows raised in silent question.
βMore garlic?β he asked after tasting.
βAlways.β
He added another clove, then offered you the spoon. You blew on it gently and took a sip. The flavour bloomed - rich, a little sweet, with just enough heat.
βPerfect,β you declared.
Jasonβs shoulders relaxed another notch. A real smile broke through this time β small, crooked, the one that made the scar on his lip crinkle. βYeah?β
βYeah. See? Youβre a natural when you stop overthinking it.β
He set the spoon down and turned the heat to low. Then he surprised you again by pulling you in for another hug - this one a little firmer, but still careful. His arms circled your waist completely, but he kept his hands open, palms flat against your back instead of gripping.
βI like this,β he said against your hair. βComing home to you. Not having to suit up again right away. Justβ¦ chopping onions and not thinking about patrol.β
You hugged him back, pressing your cheek to his chest. His heartbeat was steady under your ear - a little faster than average, but calm. βYouβre doing great at the normal thing.β
βStill feels like Iβm borrowing someone elseβs life sometimes.β His voice dropped, vulnerable in the quiet kitchen. βLike any second Iβll wake up back in the dirt or in the Pit and this - you, the apartment, the stupid sauce - will disappear.β
You pulled back just enough to look up at him. βIt wonβt. Because Iβm not going anywhere. And neither are you.β
He studied you for a long moment, then nodded once - a tiny, decisive movement. βOkay.β He kissed your forehead, lingering there. βOkay.β
Dinner came together slowly after that. Pasta boiled on the back burner while Jason carefully plated everything - twirling the spaghetti with a fork the way youβd shown him, spooning sauce over the top, even grating fresh parmesan with a focus that made you bite back a grin. He set the small table with mismatched plates and lit a candle you didnβt even know you owned.
When you both sat down, he waited until you took the first bite before trying his own. His eyes lit up at the taste.
βHoly shit,β he said, genuinely surprised. βThis isβ¦ actually good.β
You laughed. βTold you.β
He reached across the table and took your hand, thumb stroking gently over your knuckles. No roughness, no calloused grip that could bruise. Just warmth and quiet wonder.
The conversation flowed easily after that - not about cases or villains or the Batfamily drama, but small things. Your favorite book youβd been reading. The stray cat heβd started feeding near one of the safehouses. How he was thinking about getting a houseplant because βeven I canβt kill something that just needs water, right?β
You teased him gently about the plant. He teased you back about your terrible knife skills. Laughter came easy in the warm light.
Halfway through the meal, Jason went quiet again, staring at your joined hands.
βWhatβs on your mind?β you asked softly.
He hesitated, then spoke in that low, careful voice. βI keep thinking about how I used to hold guns. Knives. How everything I touched ended up broken or bloody.β He swallowed. βAnd now Iβm holding your hand. Making dinner. And it doesnβt feelβ¦ wrong. It feels like maybe I can learn how to do this without fucking it up.β
Your chest ached with how much you loved him in that moment.
βYouβre not fucking it up,β you said. βYouβre learning. And I love watching you do it.β
He lifted your hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. βThank you. For letting me try.β
After dinner, you did the dishes together. Jason washed while you dried - a simple rhythm that felt achingly domestic. He was careful with the plates, setting them down like they were made of glass. When soap suds got on his nose, you wiped it away with the dish towel and he let you, eyes crinkling at the corners.
Once everything was clean, he pulled you into the living room. No TV. No patrol reports. Just the two of you on the couch, your back against his chest, his arms wrapped loosely around you. One of his hands rested on your stomach, fingers tracing idle, gentle patterns through your shirt.
You talked for hours - about nothing and everything. He told you about the first time Alfred tried to teach him to cook as a kid (it ended with smoke alarms and Bruce looking vaguely disappointed). You told him about your worst cooking disaster. He laughed - a real, warm sound that vibrated through his chest into your back.
At some point you turned in his arms so you could face him. Jasonβs expression was open, unguarded. No front. No sarcasm shield. Just soft green eyes and a slight flush on his cheeks from the warmth of the apartment and the wine youβd split.
You cupped his face, thumbs brushing over the faint scars on his cheekbones. βYouβre really good at this domestic thing, you know.β
He leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering half-closed. βOnly because itβs with you.β
You kissed him then - slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that had no urgency, no adrenaline behind it. Just two people learning how to be gentle with each other in a world that had never been kind.
Jason kissed you back with the same careful reverence. His hands stayed on your waist, never wandering lower, never gripping too tight. When you deepened the kiss, he made a soft sound in the back of his throat but still held back, letting you lead.
You pulled away just enough to whisper against his lips, βYou can touch me, Jay. Iβm not going to break.β
He exhaled shakily. βI know. I justβ¦ I like making sure.β
You smiled and kissed him again. βI know you do. And I love that about you.β
The night wound down naturally. Jason carried you to bed when you started yawning β not sweeping you up dramatically, but lifting you with easy care, like you were something precious. He set you down on the mattress gently, then climbed in beside you, pulling the blankets over both of you.
You curled into his side, head on his chest. His arm came around you β loose, warm, protective without caging.
βStay the night?β you murmured, already half-asleep.
βWouldnβt leave even if you kicked me out,β he whispered back. His fingers stroked slowly through your hair. βThisβ¦ this is the best part of my day. Coming here. Being normal with you.β
You pressed a kiss to his collarbone. βThen keep coming back. Every night if you want.β
He was quiet for a long time. Then, so softly you almost missed it:
βI think Iβm starting to believe I can.β
You fell asleep to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the gentle rise and fall of his chest β no nightmares tonight, no Red Hood lurking at the edges. Just Jason learning how to be home.
In the morning, you woke to the smell of coffee and the sound of Jason humming off-key in the kitchen as he attempted pancakes. He was still in last nightβs sweatpants, hair sleep-mussed, looking more relaxed than youβd ever seen him.
When he noticed you watching from the doorway, he gave you that shy half-smile again and held up the spatula like a peace offering.
βRound two?β he asked. βI promise not to burn them this time.β
You crossed the room and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your cheek to his back.
βRound two sounds perfect.β
And for the first time in a long time, Jason Todd believed it might actually be.
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Jason was so fun to draw I definitely want to do more dc art! maybe absolute superman or Wally west..never doing bedsheets again though that was so hard it felt malicious
big brother and little brother!!