#dc comic

Jason: Why dont we shoot the Joker?

Dick: How will that help us in an alien invasion?

Jason: It would be really funny

Dick:

fwb roommate!jason todd.

becoming jason’s roommate ends with you being wayyyy more than just roommates.

# headcanons.ᐟ⸝⸝ fwb roommate!jason todd ⸝⸝ smutty ⸝⸝ oral ⸝⸝ p in v ⸝⸝ nsfw mdni ⸝⸝

fwb roommate!jason todd who’s never really looked twice at you when you first moved in due to trouble with your rent. he’s red hood—always out there doing god knows what, coming home late, too buried in his own shit to notice the roommate who pays rent on time and keeps the fridge stocked.

fwb roommate!jason todd who comes home one night bleeding from a nasty gash across his ribs, helmet off, leather jacket somewhat torn, insisting he’s fine even as he leaves bloody footprints on the same floor you just cleaned. you force him onto the couch anyway, hands shaking as you press gauze to his side, and for the first time he’s wondering if you were always this pretty.

fwb roommate!jason todd who bites his cheek and tells you not to fuss, because getting you involved in his shit is the last thing he wants. but you don’t listen. you clean him up and his eyes linger on the way you bite your lip when you’re focused, your fingers gentle over old scars and fresh bruises.

fwb roommate!jason todd who starts leaving you portions of whatever he cooks at 3am after patrol—chili, pasta, breakfast for dinner, he always gets creative as cooking is pretty much a downtime for him—with sticky notes in his messy handwriting that say “eat, don’t wait up.” he tells himself it’s just practical, but he catches himself looking for the leftovers the next day to see if you’d actually eaten them.

fwb roommate!jason todd who steals your knitted blankets because they smell like you and the fabric is soft against his skin. he walks around shirtless with the blanket hanging over his shoulders, the waistband of his sweats hanging low enough to show the deep v of his hips and the heavy outline of his thick cock when he stretches, pretending he doesn’t notice the way your eyes linger. he does. he definitely notices.

fwb roommate!jason todd who teaches you self-defense in the living room after you ask for his help one night, his hands firm on your waist, his body pressed close everytime he corrects your stance. there’s tension and it’s visibly building until suddenly you end up pinned on your back over the arm of the couch, his hips pressing in between your legs, both of you breathing hard for reasons that have quite literally nothing to do with training.

fwb roommate!jason todd who finally breaks after a brutal patrol a few nights later. the built-up tension comes to a boiling point when he backs you against the kitchen counter still half in his gear, kissing you like he’s starving. like he’s wanted this since that night you took care of him. he lifts you onto the counter, pulls your shorts down, strokes himself, and pushes into you with a deep, desperate groan, giving you a moment to adjust before thrusting harder. “fuck—been thinking about this for weeks,” he growls against your neck, fucking you with raw need until your legs shake, until you’re moaning into his neck, and until his cum is dripping down your thighs when he finally pulls out.

fwb roommate!jason todd who pretends it didn’t happen the next morning but makes your coffee exactly how you like it and avoids eye contact until you grab his chin and kiss him. that’s when the dam breaks for a second time—he bends you over the counter again, this time slow and deep. “so fucking good for me, princess. take every inch like you were made for it.” his cock grinds against your g-spot while he whispers filthy praise.

fwb roommate!jason todd who turns into the most annoying, possessive roommate/friend with benefits after that. he gets territorial when your dates text you, waiting on the couch for you to get home and he wastes no time the second you walk in. he yanks your dress up, sinks you down on his cock right there, and makes you ride him until you’re crying his name and apologizing for even looking at anyone else, filling you up until his cum leaks out of you as he holds you close and praises you afterward.

fwb roommate!jason todd who wakes you up on lazy mornings with his head between your legs, tongue buried in your pussy, sucking your clit and fingering you open until you’re grinding against his face and cumming hard on his mouth. then he slides into you while you’re still fluttering, fucking you slow and lazy, hips rolling deep while he murmurs how perfect you feel wrapped around him, warm and wet and … his.

fwb roommate!jason todd who eats you out until you’re a trembling, blissed-out mess and then slips out of bed to make you breakfast in bed—bringing coffee exactly how you like it along with pancakes or eggs and toast on a tray, wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants and a rare, soft smirk as he watches you eat. pleased that he can take care of you like this even if there’s no label on it.

fwb roommate!jason todd who still crashes on the couch some nights because the quiet in his room gets too loud and his nightmares creep in, but now you crawl in with him without an invite, curled against his chest as his big hand strokes your back until he falls asleep. without you ever asking, he started to secretly restocks your drawer with period stuff, lotion, lube, and the toys he’s bought for you, never mentioning it, because taking care of you has become his favorite part of coming home.

fwb roommate!jason todd who reads his smutty romance novels on the couch and leaves them open to the dirtiest pages with notes like “we’re trying this tonight” scribbled in the margins. he tries his best not to distract you when he sees you working even though it’s all he wants to do, then rewards you later for finishing everything by pinning you to the bed and fucking you until the only thing you can utter is his name.

fwb roommate!jason todd who still insists he’s fine when he comes home injured, but now he lets you patch him up on the couch without as much complaint as before. after he pulls you down beside him, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck while his fingers work patterns on your arms or your back.

fwb roommate!jason todd who starts leaving little notes around the apartment that aren’t just about food anymore—“lock the window after I leave,” “you looked pretty today,” “don’t wait up, but I’ll be back”—because he’s shit at saying how he feels or how he cares out loud but needs you to know you’re on his mind even when he’s out.

fwb roommate!jason todd who catches himself smiling like an idiot when he hears your laugh from the other room or smells you on his pillows, realizing this apartment stopped feeling like a temporary hideout and started feeling like home the moment you forced your way into his walls. honestly, he’s scared of it—of how much he needs you safe and happy—but he’s even more scared of losing it.

fwb roommate!jason todd who, late one night after patching him up again, holds you tighter than usual on the bed and admits that you’re the only person who makes the pit in his chest feel quieter, the only one who sees the man under the hood and doesn’t flinch in fear of getting hurt. he doesn’t say “I love you” yet, but he doesn’t really need to since the way he kisses your forehead and falls asleep almost immediately with his face buried in your neck says it for him.

fwb roommate!jason todd who knows he’s a mess but keeps choosing to come home to you anyway, because somewhere between the patching him up, the sex, the shared coffee mugs, the late-night talks, and the way you take every part of him—this gruff, broken vigilante realized the best thing in his shitty fucked up life was the roommate he never meant to fall so damn hard for.

Socialite 1: Is that... Nightwing? In a suit?

Socialite 2: It is! Who is that next to him? Red Robin?

Dick and Tim, with blazers and sunglasses over their normal costumes, trailing after Bruce the whole night, trying not to giggle at the absurdity of watching Bruce 'Batman' Wayne nearly spill the entire punch bowl on himself:

At first, the public is concerned that a billionaire can "buy out" vigilantes, but it doesn't take long for someone to just... ask Nightwing to guard them for a night, and he agrees, not asking for payment. This eventually becomes little kids asking for Robin to 'guard them on their way to school' and folks begging Batman to 'guard their dog for the week' (Since when did The Mission become pet sitting???) (Obviously, he agrees, tho the little yippy pomeranian gets taken to Wayne Manor for the week instead, and Ace gets a temporary new friend)

A hotline gets set up so that anyone who feels unsafe can call a number and have one of the Bat Family members walk them home. It gets used a lot by drunk college students, women, and kids who stayed up past curfew.

Scared little kid, barely able to reach the payphone, using their last quarters: Um... I n-need.. Robin.. p-please.. I'm really scared... its really d-dark... my house is far away...

Damian, who is already in the area, beelining towards where the call came from: