Bite Zone

summary: in which jason todd has a delightfully difficult conversation

cw: sfw, fluff, jason todd x fem!reader, afab reader, extremely dialogue heavy, discussions of having children, slightly suggestive but not really

a/n: brought to you by this lovely person here.

wc: 820

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Nothing was better than a good, long book and a night off without patrol. Head propped back on a high pillow and an English translation of a Russian novel in hand, Jason hummed away with the sound of flipping pages, shower running steadily in the background. The bedsheets were tangled around his legs, cool silk working its magic over scarred skin.

He was halfway through Crime and Punishment — a real feat after weeks of barely being able to read — when the sound of the showerhead ceased and replaced with ramblings he couldn’t quite understand from the other side of the door. He’d roll his eyes, knowing you were probably going on a tangent in the mirror for only yourself to hear, an event far from uncommon in the household.

It took no less than two minutes for the bathroom door to open, towel wrapped around your body and steam making its way out through the doorway and into your shared bedroom. No surprise, Jason’s glad he took a shower before you, knowing the water would be cold as ice afterwards. What catches him by surprise, however, is that you’d never stopped talking after coming out.

“We could throw them a hero-themed birthday party,” you blurted between the gibberish ramblings, which caught Jason’s attention, stealing his gaze from a particularly hard-to-read paragraph.

“Throw who a birthday party?” He’s surprised, to say the least. Last time he’d checked the calendar, nobody’s birthday was coming up any time soon.

“The baby.”

His Adam’s apple bobs up and down when he swallows hard.

“What, uh, what baby?”

“The one we’ll have at some point.”

The comment leaves him slack-jawed, a scoff making its way out of his mouth. Had he heard that correctly? Was he dreaming?

“Are you pregnant?”

The J-shaped scar that reaches his lips makes one side of his mouth seem bigger than the other as they hang open, cheeks dusting a light yet embarrassingly red colour.

“What? No. Future kids, Jason.” You seem far too smug with your words and that stupidly beautiful smile that has him swooning. Currently close enough to having a heart attack, he folds the corner of the page in his novel and leaves it forgotten on the bed. “Future kids,” he repeats the words, savouring them, “with me? As in my DNA in your womb? Kids with an ‘s’ at the end?”

“That is how pregnancy works, yes.”

He blinks at you: silent, analytical.

“…Which superhero are we thinking about for that birthday party?”

We. The word leaves his lips so naturally, he can’t believe it. For the first time in forever, the thought of having a child with you sounded perfect. Imagining the scenario — a white, picket-fenced house in the suburbs, you in a pregnancy gown, your stomach swollen and feet red at the porch as you wait for him. He could daydream that exact scenario for months and never grow tired of it.

You laugh, chewing the inside of your cheek nervously giddy. “Definitely not Batman. We all know how you feel about Bruce.”

He rolls his eyes for the second time since you’d come out of the bathroom. “Wonder Woman would be cool.” It’s a suggestion, but you know better than that. Jason’s had an obsession with the Amazonian’s heroism for a long time.

“You’re just saying that because you want a mini-you.” Jason pauses, raising a brow at your words. He can’t help but let out a laugh. “Mini-me? I would never. I’d rather our kid turn out like you.”

He signs for you to come closer, tugging at the towel that sat just above your breasts, pulling you in. You smile, swatting the muscle of his shoulder. A hard thump and a few rustles of bedsheets later, you’re pinned to the bed whilst the both of you laugh hard.

“You’re trouble,” he chuckles out, glancing down at your lips.

“Down, boy. I said future kids. Not now.” Regardless, you keep still in this position, admiring the sight of your boyfriend’s face: the scars, the burns, the beautifully muted green of his eyes. It’s all but a moment that passes quickly as Jason rolls onto his side instead, the mattress sinking into an impression of his body on his side.

“You’d be a great mother,” he whispers, propping himself up on his arm. His free hand rests above the towel against your skin, feeling your belly through it, splaying his fingers wide against the terrycloth.

“Soon,” you answer, “seeing as you’re so eager.”

He manages to cram a series of kisses between your banter, all done over the heat of your lips. “So… how many kids?” Jason grins, nudging his nose against your cheek just as a puppy would.

“Probably two, unless you plan to rehabilitate ten Robins into a manor.” You quip, running your hands through his hair.

Gold, Silver, and Bronze!🥇🥈🥉

Could you write jason todd x gn!reader where reader already knows he’s red hood and teases him about it till he finds out they know? 🙏🏾

UGWHSHA yeysysy I love this idea sm!!

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Do you want to know a secret?

I just immediately thought of this song for this specific scenario, ty anon

It wasn't a normal occurrence to find out your lover was actually a vigilante. Yet here you are, in the middle of an alley because it was the fastest route back to your place after a long day of work.

Of course. You are to never forget, how crime was inevitable in Gotham. It was also the reason as to how you managed to find out your boyfriend, was in fact Red Hood.

Red Hood. His red helmet, leather jacket— and well, the whole schtick.

So imagine your surprise when you came across a Red helmet hidden away in the top corner of the closet you shared with your boyfriend.

Ah..okay. that explained the long nights out and his cryptic responses.

It made sense when the one time Red Hood had saved you from getting robbed. His voice sounded eerily familiar.

Jason was Red Hood.

With this information, naturally you would've brought it it up with him, let him know that You know.

Nah.

You spent so many nights worried as to where he may have been, and tired of the half assed excuses.

Why not use this information to your advantage?

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Today you took a turn to an alleyway, a shortcut to home. The one Jason told you to not take without him.

A few days back you noticed how everyday after work Red Hood would 'subtly' follow you home. So for each time you left work, you took that specific alley Jason told you not to take. Knowing he was watching.

And anytime he came back home, he couldn't scold you. It would blow his cover!

You snickered anytime he would to ask, how your day was. When he really wanted to ask 'why the hell are you taking the alley I said was dangerous?'

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You started bringing up Red Hood up more during your conversations. Whenever you both were watching a movie that you would usually pick out.

"Jason has anyone ever told you how.. adjacent, you are to Red Hood." You said, tracing imaginary lines on his shirt.

You felt him still, and you held back a grin.

"What? Uh, well..I work out a lot and..move things" Jason was struggling with coming up with an excuse.

"I mean, what..do you think?" He asked softly.

"I think, Red Hood is just a bit more..built."

That had him spiraling.

What do you mean 'MORE BUILT?' that was HIM for fucks sake-! Is he losing his touch? Do you like Red Hood more than Him?

"So, you like him?" He asked, carefully. Hopeful.

You grinned "hmm not as much as NightWing"

That had him jaw drop for only a moment, eyes open and staring down at you.

"Night..wing?"

HIS BROTHER? that circus act!? No way, his lover prefers NIGHTWING?

"whats so good about nightwing, He doesn't exactly seem like your type." He was getting real passive.

"well, I like his suit" you responded, with a soft giggle.

"Red Hoods suit is more tactical. Better for combat."

"I like the cool flips Nightwing does."

"Red Hood does them too, even cooler on a bike too."

"And because I know my boyfriend lied to me about being Red Hood, Nightwing is now my favorite"

"Well—! Wait..what."

He stared down at you in shock.

"What- ah..what are you talking about-"

"Jason. Peter. Todd."

"I-"

You stared at him.

"How, did you know.." he owlishly blinked.

"You left your helmet in OUR closet" You said laughing "way to keep a secret identity"

"Shit, babe- I-"

"Honestly were you not going to tell me?"

"I was!" He said quickly "I just.. didn't want you involved. To worry about me."

"I already did, more so anytime you would give me cryptic responses anytime you came home late! I was honestly thinking the worst" you responded this time in a more scolding tone.

Jason looked guilty.

"I'm sorry, I thought that keeping you out of the loop would keep you safer"

"Jay, I tell you literally everything because I feel safer around you. But..since you lied, it was a great opportunity to tease you" you chuckled.

"So..Nightwing isn't your favorite?" He asked.

"Mmmhh" you pretended to think

"Oh cmon, Sweetheart don't do this to me-"

"I'm Kidding!" You laughed as he held you tighter "I think, Red Hood is much better"

"you mean it right?" His gaze locked on yours, making sure you weren't playing with him this time.

"no one else could ever come above" you pecked his lips.

He held you closer. "Thank god, i might die if I wasn't your favorite.." he said, his face hidden in your neck. Hiding his flustered expression.

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Honestly, the sight should be illegal.

After a long, tiring day of classes and running all over Gotham, you finally finished all your remaining assignments and errands to complete. To give yourself a tap on your shoulder from the hard work, you decided to get a fun dinner to take home to the safety of your apartment, where your boyfriend was waiting for you as he left his job just a little while before you were done.

Meddling with the keys, you managed to open the door and automatically went to leave the stuff you were carrying on top of the kitchen’s island, talking into the silence of the home as you began to explain how your day was. Still moving around to set down all of your bags from the day, you barely glanced at the man lying on your couch who was looking at you with his full attention diverted towards your actions since you arrived.

When you started to explain a more dramatic part of your day, you turned towards him for the first time since you entered, and you finally got to take a good look at him, action that left you very much flabbergasted, all thoughts running from your head as you stared at him.

Jason was just laying on the couch, perched in a way that should definitely be uncomfortable for anyone, but he kept insisting that it was perfect to support his back and neck. He was shirtless, muscles on his upper back moving as his head turned to keep you in his sights constantly as you moved with precision all over the place.

On top of his sweatpants, a book was lying there with his bookmark in the middle, possible from when you entered the room and he diverted his attention to you. He had a calm, easy expression on his face, not a full-blown smile but also not the tense furrow in his brow whenever he left the confines of your apartment. His hair was a bit tousled, as if he had been tangling it involuntarily and tried to fix it once he realised what he was doing.

You were a bit flustered in the middle of the living room in front of him, at which he just beckoned you forward until you stood in front of him. From there, you could see his muscles even better, now appreciating how slivers of the setting daylight found themselves lying on top of his shoulders and upper chest. He seemed to relish the feeling, curling towards those hints of sun as you cat did, who was also near those sparse rays sprawled across his abdomen, purring loudly.

He was now smiling softly as his hands entwined with yours, pressing a kiss to your knuckles as you melted internally at his affections. Looking at each other in fondness, you properly greeted each other with muttered “Hi baby”s and “Hey sweetgeart”s while he sat up, moving both the book which you now realised was one of your favourites, and your cat to the side to focus on you.

His arms rippled and moved as he began stretching a bit to dull the ache in his joints, and you used the occasion to shamelessly stare at him before you began to dote on each other.

You could appreciate clearly how hard he worked on his physique, a young teenager once filled with anger who re-focused it on getting stronger became what is now a wall of safety for you, his family and friends and anyone who needed help. His back and arms were littered with scars, some fading, some bigger that hurted when it got colder, and some other with backstories he feared to remember.

Nonetheless, there he stood, shoulders as big as your head creaking and groaning as he moved them over his head and to the sides, and in that latter position, his ridiculously huge arms spread out wide too. A funny fact you found out recently is that your cat also adored Jason’s biceps, as she also rested her head over the top of the big muscle while she cuddled up to both of you, mimicking her owner, aka, you.

His back looked a bit tight from the position, and you made a mental note to give him a gentle rub later, totally not using the opportunity to touch and admire his back in any way shape or form you could imagine. Sometimes, when he finished a workout and came home directly after instead of going to back to work, you swear you could see every individual muscle move as he made tea for you, also shirtless (you both knew what he was doing; neither said anything).

But being realistically, you also admired how his brain worked. He was so smart and so sharp in a way that never let you feel small of dumb that it got attractive over time: yes, you never thought he wasn’t intelligent, but seeing him solve a case Dick struggled with over a simple phone call with the younger one where he just figured it out instantly and gave him the following steps was still one of the hottest things he’d done.

Jason finally stood up and engulfed you with those muscles you were just daydreaming about and laid his forehead in the crook of your neck, sighing deeply as he tried to pull you closer to him. You also used the occasion to gently glide your nails over his back knowing how much he adored the feeling, and he shivered gently at the movements, never pulling away for a second.

Now feeling instantly recharged, he returned to his standing position, his hands moving to grab your waist as you kept shamelessly admiring his body. “Hey, sweetheart, eyes up here” he called over, bemused at the situation. “Hmm, but I don’t know where to look at. Like, yes, you are so face-attractive but goddamn, I come home to this every night and you have a proper personality and I know I sound like a fangirl right now but I don’t care, let me love on you a bit, you always do so for me either way” you replied with an amused glint in you eyes.

Grabbing tighter onto your waist as he smiled with a wicked grin plastered on his face, you could see the gears turning in his head as he quickly maneuvered to grab onto your tights and back to carry you bridal style. Letting out a silly noise and giggles in surprise, you were smiling widely as he looked at you and kissed you softly, moving you over to where he was before.

me: hi! so where are you guys from :D

normal people: I am from Russia/Brazil/Italy/Australia/etc :)

european: where are you from

american: i’m italian

european: omg same! da dove vieni?

american: wait what lol i don’t speak mexican i only speak english

and

european: where are you from?

“But Texas is so different from Oregon! People need to know which state I’m from because they’re all so different!” We don’t care. We are going to see you as an American, not as a Texan or a Californian or whatever, just like you’re going to see someone from Bavaria as a German, someone from Normandy as a Frenchman or someone from Piedmont as an Italian, not as a Bavarian, a Norman and a Piedmontese. European countries have regional differences too, even more than US states yet we don’t feel the need to specify that to foreigners when they ask us where we’re from unless they ask us to elaborate.

“But the US is so big! Some of our states are even bigger than your countries!”

Russia is the largest country in the world and undoubtedly more diverse than the US. If you were to ask a Russian where they’re from they would say that they’re from Russia, not Komi or Tuva unless they’re speaking to another Russian or someone they know to be familiar with Russian geography.

(again ignore time on top pls guys 😞😞)