#dc blurbs

YOU SAID THAT BEFORE

pairing: jason todd x fem!reader

𝜗ৎ tags: mild angst; hurt/comfort

𝜗ৎ a/n: thank you for sending in your request, lovely <3

The chilled air wafting from the fridge stings your cheeks, and your fingers ache with growing numbness. You're crouched low to the ground so you can rifle through the bottom drawers, eyes rapidly scanning for some way to maneuver the newly bought head of cauliflower into an empty space.

It’s not only your eyes that move with hummingbird-quickness, but also the way words flow past your lips, your voice the only noise to disturb the otherwise quiet kitchen.  

"Oh, so, I was saying to Rachel—the girl next door, by the way—that the bright blue door at that bookstore I like should be kept that way, but Mr. Perry—the owner of the bookstore, by the way—says that he thinks matching the door to the red awning outside is a better idea, so he’s gonna paint it this weird, reddish-brownish colour, kinda muddy if you ask me, and—"

You pause, hands spread flat across your thighs while you eye the bag of capsicums, their red flesh gleaming in the fluorescent-blue light. Where should you put those, if you want space for the cauliflower?

"I'm telling you,” you sigh, “it's like playing Tetris to get all the groceries inside this tiny thing."

The complaint is thrown over your shoulder, and behind you—with his spine pressed against the hard edge of the counter—Jason thumbs through his phone. He's ruffled in a clean, freshly showered way, and his eyes tiredly scan over the texts Tim's sent him—all pertaining to a shared case.

He's only reading the texts superficially. He's tuned himself into your streamline of conscious thought, finding the sound of your voice cathartic, even if it's broken by the occasional thud of something being shoved into an open corner of the fridge.

"But anyway," you continue, standing to your full height with the capiscums in hand. You carefully search the grated shelves for another empty space in your tiny fridge. "Mr. Perry's a little rude. I tried telling him how much of an icon the bright blue door is—like it's part of that little bookstore now—and he got all prickly with me and told me to stay out of his business. And I mean..."

You trail off momentarily, finding a small cranny to shove the capsicums into. You let out a huff before letting the fridge door glide shut, the seal latching. You glance at Jason, eyes travelling to the device in his scarred hand, and push out a breath through your nose.

It doesn’t really bother you, at least that’s what you think to yourself, and you keep speaking anyway—a stubbornness inside you to finish the story you started rising up like a haughty nose and jutted chin. You move around Jason’s form, stepping towards the sink where the square window above lets pale, brownish light seep into the cramped kitchen. Jason inhales deeply, the sound wrapping around you.

"I meant it in a nice way, of course," you shrug one shoulder, before turning the tap on. Rushing water roars inside the basin, bubbling near the drain before you shove the plug inside. "Like, I wasn't trying to boss him around or order him not to do something, but I wanted to give my opinion, y'know?”

Squeezing a few squirts of dishwasher soap into the warm, slowly rising water in the basin, you shake your hand violently inside the water until foamy bubbles ripple, dripping from your fingers as you grab a dirty plate tossed to the side of the sink, as well as the neon yellow sponge.

If you ask boxer!Jason to put lotion on you he’ll do it. He’ll make a big thing out of it. Have like oils and a candle on. Tell you to relax and let his big hands take the lead.

When he finally lets you into his world, boxer!jason asks if you can kiss his gloves for good luck. He lets you pick which hype song he uses for the night.

Boxer!jason probably won’t let you go to sleep without telling you he loves you. Don’t even start him in getting into petty arguments. He won’t let you go to bed angry or alone. You could be on opposite sides of the bed but you’ll be sharing a bed with him.

SYNOPSIS: DICK GRAYSON X VIGILANT GN!READER. Nightwing has been missing for a few weeks and his confrontation is due.

( PART 03 ⊹ PREVIOUS )

⊹ warning: insp by the recent nightwing arc, but no spoilers. ⊹ includes: angst, hurt/comfort, patrol partners to lovers.

Days later, very little changes. Dick still lays in an unfamiliar bed, curled around an old blanket they provided him, staring at his phone for the last ten minutes — t’s an improvement from the cracked ceiling, he supposes.

His theory is swiftly disproved when the radio station he insists on using to flagellate himself is interrupted by the chime of a notification.

He wants to close it immediately. Silence it, take the battery out, throw it out of the window and directly into the neighbors’ building wall facing his room. I’d be easier, he thinks, so he doesn’t allow that.

In this poor room, the one that prevents people from tracking him down, you find him through the screen. His heart drops at the call disappearing, followed by the text you send him.

Part of him knows he should answer to make sure his mask can continue intact for the most part. Play safe, reassure you, say he’s almost done and everything is doing great. Unfortunately, ever since his mask didn’t work on you on the first night you both met, he refused to pick it up again — so it simply doesn’t fit him anymore, not comfortably, not in a way he can pretend you are buying it.

Dick turns around on the bed, pulling the covers away from his body as he forces himself to sit up. He should be out there, fixing this mess and not overthinking a text message.

He should be out there, he thinks, fingers hovering the call button and cowardly running down the side of his phone to type a message instead.

He should be out there.

11 — "you are the love that came without warning; you had my heart before i could say no."

requested ♤ from this prompt project.

ziggy note: not beta'd by the pretty brain.

You knew your hair was unmanageable; just like most things, it was a fact. You had your hair care routine; you managed it as well as you could. Wally loved watching you take care of your hair; your hair was in his top five of his favorite things about you. He loved watching you brush it; he loved watching you mess with it. He oftentimes tried to help, and while his heart was in the right place, his hands were not and in your way. Wally made it his mission to find a way to help. He felt bad when you would whine about your arms getting tired, but there wasn’t anything he could really do, so he turned to YouTube and Google in his free time. He watched videos religiously to ensure that he wouldn’t hurt you or tangle your hair when he felt ready. He was determined to be useful. It was a regular movie night in your and Wally’s apartment; you sat on the floor between Wally’s legs, finding the floor more comfortable for the time being. Your head was rested against his knee as your attention was set on the movie playing before you, and Wally’s fingers wove through your hair as he toyed with it; he found solace in the strands. “Walls?” You called, moving your head to look up at him when you felt his fingers begin to braid your hair. “What are you doing?” You asked, smiling and move to look up at him; his face contorted in focus. You were shocked at the focus on his face; he was never this focused on anything.

“Stop moving!” He whined, moving your head carefully so he could look at his work. “Let me braid your hair! I’ve been watching videos for weeks, and I think I’m ready.” He pouted, and you couldn’t help but grin at his antics. “Why did you start watching videos?” You asked, moving your head so he could look at what he was doing.

“You always talk about how tired your arms get from toying with your hair. I thought I would try to learn so I could help.” He grinned, eyes fixed on his hands as he worked. Once he was done, you walked into the bathroom and admired his work; Wally following nervously; it was the first time he tried on an actual person and on actual hair. “Wally, it looks so good!” You grinned and turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck and gazed up at him. A smile spread across his lips, and his hands rested on your hips.

The first time it happens you don’t notice. How could you when he wears that mask on his face all the time? It’s the two of you on a rooftop. You just raided a warehouse filled with scarecrows fear gas and made sure it didn’t land in the wrong hands.

You were coming off a high. That’s why you offered to get a bite to eat with Red. Red. That’s what you call him because you two are coworkers. You get the job done and have a few laughs, and part ways.

When he hands you a taco in silence you thank him in a stupidly wild accent that can't be real. And he chuckles. You hear it. You know you do, but you can't believe it. You made the Red Hood laugh!

It felt good. You wanted to make him laugh again.

What you didn't know was that he actually found it so cute. And was blushing underneath is mask.

2. The second time is an incredibly inappropriate time. The league had called on you to help them with an investigation. Which you were kind of feaking out about but trying to be cool.

You couldn't really be cool when Superman literally said your vigilante name out loud. You tried your hardest but you couldn't contain your excitement. You turned to Red hood and jumped up and down as soon as the meeting was over.

He laughed and told you yo calm down. But you started yapping about how Superman was the first hero you looked up to and how much of an honor it is that he knew who you were and acknowledged you.

Red Hood tells you that you remind him of the Robin that used to love Wonder Woman. Which makes you laugh and agree that that Robin knew what he was doing because he's right.

3. The third time is completely by accident. You're going down the zip line trying to get across from one building to another. And Red is waiting for you on the other side. It was your first time.

You scream the entire way as the speed picks up. Then before you know it, it's over. It's over and you're on top of another building but you can't quite find your footing. So you go crashing into the only thing there in front of you, which is Red.

He grabs you by the waist as the bath for you go down. You land with a groan. He cradles your fall entirely.

When you let out a breath and pick yourself up a bit, you're really close to his mask. The closest you've been to him since the two of you met.

He clears his throat and asks if you're okay. To which you nod, you're not about to go use your words when you know your tongue is heavy and you don't even know the alphabet. Red is tough and lean underneath you. You're aren't sure what you were expecting.

You pull yourself up quickly and offer him a hand to get up. He takes it and once again the two of you come face to face. Or, mask to mask. If he could see you now, fully he would see how hard you are flushing.

4. The forth time is rightfully earned. You just closed a case all on your own. No help from anyone. You did the investigation, you did the recon. And you got the perps into the hands of those who would deliver justice.

It was a pretty blood scene so you're a bit covered in it. Your suit is laden with blood stains and it got over some of your mask and face. You thought it would be better idea to shower in one of the safe houses rather than drag all the evidence back into your own home.

Red was there, cleaning his weapons like he usually does. And you walked in with all of that on you. It's like something in him just kickstarted. He looked at you, took you in, and all he could say was 'Hi'.

You gave him wave and told him you were going to shower the night off you.

As soon as you get into the bathroom, Jason smacks himself in the forehead.

5. It was a normal day. It was laundry day. You had a lot of shit to wash because honestly both your jobs keep you busy and you weren't about to send your things off to the cleaners.

You're in the local laundromat in great sweats and a blue hoodie. Your headphones are over your ears as you read through some threads online about Red. Not the ones trying to dissect his identity. The ones that are giving him credit for cleaning up the city.

So you're distracted when someone taps on your shoulder. You don't scare easily, and you know that if you're in trouble you can handle things. You turn around to see who it is and what they want.

A tall guy with a tuft of white hair amidst his dark brown hair. And his arms are practically poking out of his muscle tee. You haven't had a decent date in a while. A while being like a year now.

You remove your headphones.

"Can I help you?" you ask.

He nods, "Yeah, I'm sorry but I think you might have taken a piece of clothing into your dryer?"

He points over to the dryer. And there in the tumbling wad of clothes you try to decipher which piece of clothing is not yours. You can see a jacket you don't own. And a shirt that doesn't have any graphics on it, which means it's not yours.

Your eyes widen, "Wait seriously? I'm so sorry."

"Don't sweat it, I just wanted to know if I could pay you back sometime?" he asks.

You look at him then. Tall. Hot. Does his own laundry. Gotham is a cesspool but this guy is probably one of the good ones. Why not?

"Yeah?" you ask.

He looks away from you then for a second. His hand coming behind him to scratch as it his neck. And you see it. A very faint but still present blush dusts across his cheeks and down his neck.

a/n: based on this comment I got on a post! I hope he's bbg enough for you!!

if you hang up on Jason when he's driving a car or his bike, best believe he's going to get a ticket getting to where you are just to hear you say it out loud. and the both of you will understand it's a joke, but Jason will still go and speed his way to you. he likes reassurance. he knows you love him, and a part of him that's a bit deep down wants you to say it all the time.

he makes what should be a thirty minute drive a fifteen minute one. Gets to where you are. Looks around for you (like those other tiktoks, you know the ones) and smiles and finds you and tells you he loves you again.

And at this point you cannot deny him because he drove all the way to where you were just to hear it.

now, if he's somewhere and has no way of getting to you, best believe he double texts you. And here are some examples of how it might go down based on how he's feeling. But just a sidetone you never do this to him when he's in a bad mood.

(jokey)

Jason: you didn't say it back

Jason: guess I'll just DIE without your love

Jason: first time was less painful than this

(neutral)

Jason: ??

Jason: LOVE YOU

(flirty)

Jason: am I being punished?

Jason: highly interested and willing to cancel all my plans fyi

(long-distance/ missing you)

Jason: just booked a flight to see you

Jason: need to hear you say it in person now

(3am delirious, no filter)

Jason: I can swipe the old man's card and buy you whatever you want

Jason todd actually loves the holidays. But he has a hard time letting anyone know that. He's dealt with some tough shit. Death by joker, reincarnation by Ra's.

He didn't think that the holidays would be a thing for him. Why would it be? He has so much blood on his hands. Too much. He tries his best but sometimes it isn't good enough. He's no hero.

"Jay can you pass me the marshmallows?" you ask

He gets out of his thoughts. He reaches for the bag next to him and hands it to you. You thank him and continue on.

You're putting together your famous hot chocolate. He's never had it before. He met you in the early spring. Well he met you in late winter but you two weren't that close.

So as the seasons changed and you went from friends to something a bit more to a fully realized relationship, he found himself here. With you in the middle of winter.

About to try your version of hot chocolate.

It had all the works from what he can tell. He had the grocery list you sent him for the drink. Chocolate syrup, hot chocolate packets, big marshmallows, a bag of mini peppermints, and some of the sweet biscoff cookies.

He watches you work from near the oven, your back turned to him a bit. You pour the hot chocolate over the marshmallows in both cups. Then you swirl the syrup over that.

"Bub, can you break the peppermint for me?" you ask.

Jason, with a big smile on his face, grabs the bag of peppermints. He unravels about ten before you tell him it's more than enough. Then he places them in a ziplock bag. He reaches into the kitchen drawer to his side and pulls out the hammer.

Then he's carefully hacking at the candy. You watch him with a smile on your face. His tongue is peeking out of his mouth a bit from keeping concentration on the task at hand.

"Good?" he asks, then he lifts his head up.

You nod and he hands you the bag. You open it up and try to equally empty it over the two cups. Once the bag is empty you leave it on the counter.

Then you grab both mugs by the handles. You bring them over to Jason on the other side of the kitchen island. He takes the one in your left hand. But he waits for you to take your sip before he takes his.

His eyebrows go up. "Woah."

"Wait wait wait, hold on." you say.

You're quick to open the cookie bag. You hand him a biscoff. He watches as you take one of your own and dip it into the drink. He follows your move. Both of you take a bite of the cookie at the same time.

"Oh my god." he says with his mouth full.

You laugh, "I know. It's pretty great."

"How'd you figure out all of this tasted good together?" he asks.

You finish chewing and then take a sip. You put the mug down.

"My granny who isn't supposed to eat sweets, she told me this is the reason why. She had this every day when she was my age. Got lots of cavities and temporary allergic reaction to peppermint." you explain.

"Oh?"

You snicker, "She still drinks it every Christmas though. Whenever I come over and make it. You can have your second when she comes to visit."

"Introducing me to your granny, huh?" he teases.

You nod, "I plan on locking you down pretty quickly."

Jason smiles, and he doesn't know it but he also blushes. A red tint on his neck and his cheeks. You can't help to laugh at that. He takes another sip of his hot chocolate.