Help I Think I'm Feeling

pairing: jason todd x fem!reader (nothing is explicitly gendered but correct me if I am wrong at all!!)

summary : where a sleepless night leads to a late night tea sesh with jason

wc: 1.2k

katie’s corner: thank you to everyone who voted in my pole and made the decision easier on me! please enjoy! also do not judge me for my chamomile recipe, it is honestly the best thing on the planet when you’re sleepy.

(i do not own this image, credit to pinterest)

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It was quiet tonight in Gotham. Unusually and unnervingly quiet.

Normally, this would be cause for concern. Maybe Mr. Freeze escaped from Arkham and started a frozen tirade throughout the downtown, again. But nope, it was simply quiet, aside from the trickle of the rain pattering against the slightly open window pane.

Jason didn’t go on patrol tonight. Normally, this would be a cause for celebration. You’d get both of your friends together and hit some of the greasy bars that serve cheap beer and questionable food. But tonight he wanted to stay home, which was more than fine with you as those nights are as rare as can be.

The clock ticked quietly beside you as you lay in bed next to Jason. He was quite literally a human heater, sprayed out on his front with his legs sticking out from under the duvet that was pushed down to his waist. One of his arms was underneath his pillow as his other was draped loosely around your waist. Soft breaths left his mouth as his head was turned to face you. He looked so calm, no pinch in his eyebrows or frown on his lips. Just peacefully asleep.

You, on the other hand, were wide awake.

Staring up at the ceiling, you watched the reflection of the rain splash onto the ceiling. Your fingers trailed lightly on Jason’s strong arm, creating mindless shapes as you tried to distract yourself. But nothing worked, so of course now you turned to your boyfriend for help.

“Did you remember to turn on the dishwasher? You asked quietly, turning your head to the side to face him.

Jason haroomphs and blinks open his one eye to squint at you. “Huh?”

“The dishwasher? Was it turned on?”

Jason groans and flips on his back, reaching up to rub his eyes. “Seriously?”

You turned onto your side to shuffle closer to him, moving your head to his pillow. “What? It’s a valid question.”

He runs a hand down his face and turns his head back to you, glancing at the clock behind your head. “Honey, it’s 2 in the morning, please just go to bed.”

“So I guess that’s a no, huh?” You teased, placing a small kiss on his bare shoulder.

“Yes, I did. Now go to sleep.” Jason pulls you into his chest and tucks you in under his chin. His warm body enveloping yours as your legs tangled in one another. One of your hands rested on his chest, fingertips sprayed over his warmed skin.

After a few minutes, Jason’s breathing evened out as he fell back into a slumber. You listened to the steady thump of his heartbeat that rested underneath your ear.

How can he fall asleep so easily? You snuggled closer to Jason, firmly closing your eyes.

10 minutes passed by. Still nothing.

So you slowly shifted in Jason’s arms and tried to pry yourself away to get off of the bed. The moment you carefully moved Jason’s strong arm away from your waist, he spoke like he’d been wide awake this whole time. “Where are you going now?”

A small grimace landed on your face as you slowly stood up from the mattress. “Just…going to make some tea to help me fall asleep.” The t-shirt you were wearing, Jason’s, slid off of one shoulder as you bent down to grab your slippers to protect your feet from the cold flooring. Just as you were shuffling away from the bed, you heard a groan of the mattress springs as Jason got up himself.

“Jason–”

He stood up in nothing but his boxers, his stark black hair twisting in every direction as he ran a hand through it. He let out a big yawn as he met you by the foot of the bed and grasped your hand in his.

“C’mon, let’s make some tea,” He said, remnants of the yawn still in his voice as he pulled you out of the bedroom and into the apartment.

Remnants of your night were evident in the kitchen, a couple dishes on the drying rack along with bottles of the beer you and Jason shared before going to bed on the counter top. Jason neglected to turn on any of the offensive overhead lighting as he led you through the kitchen and placed you leaning against the countertop opposite of the sink. He let go of your hands and reached over to grab the kettle just to the left of you, and turned to fill it.

A small smile found its way to your lips as you watched your boyfriend shuffle around your kitchen, as he opened up the cabinet and grabbed your favourite mug, along with the small teddy bear jar of honey you use. After grabbing the jug of milk and placing it beside your teacup, he wandered back to you and leaned his body into yours as he waited for the kettle to boil. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, his slithered down to your waist. You rested your forehead against his jaw as he placed a soft kiss to your temple.

“Thank you,” you whispered, closing your eyes as Jason’s arms tightened around your frame. “Sorry for waking you up.”

“No problem, sweetheart,” he replied. He moved one of his hands up to your chin and tilted your head back so he could properly kiss you. The feeling of his soft kiss along with his stubble made you sigh against his lips.

“I should wake you up more often at 2am if this is the treatment I get,” you chuckled against his lips. A low laugh left him as the kettle started to whistle, he then moved from you to grab it and pour the boiling water over your mug.

“Not likely,” Jason shook his head as he poured a drop of milk into your tea along with a teaspoon of honey. “But nice try, though babe.”

He took a small sip to test it and then passed it to you for confirmation. “Alright?”

You took a sip from the steaming mug and hummed as you grasped it. “It’s perfect, Jay.”

He smiled down at you, pressing a quick peck to your forehead and slid one of his hands down to the small of your back. “Alright, let’s get you back to bed.”

The both of you moved slowly back to the bedroom, the rain continuing its steady beating against the windows as you sat down on the edge of the bed and placed the teacup on your nightstand. Jason climbed in beside you, throwing the duvet back over himself as he settled back in for the night. He pulled you into his chest after you laid down and curled his arm over your waist.

“Sleepy now?” He mumbled against you, softly kissing the crown of your head.

Your eyes began to feel heavier as you nodded, “Yeah…maybe.” His steady heartbeat against your back met with the raindrops, soothing your brain as your eyes closed.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Jason whispered, but you’re not sure if you answered him before you tumbled off into the land of the dreaming for the first time that night.

she began as gentle and nurturing, so did he. she grew hardened by the reality of a harsh world, and so did he. but instead of creating monsters or becoming one himself, his toughness was turned towards protecting others.

Davrin has his mentor whos name i forgot, who encouraged him to be kind and stay gentle despite wanting to go out and see the real world.

Ghilan’nain had Elgernan and the other Evanuris who got more and more power hungry, and encouraged her to be the same. telling her the blight is a tool and something beautiful despite its horror.

Spin the wheel again. That’s who’s trying to protect you.

(If you have zero idea about the name you got, spin until you see someone you recognize.)