Headcanon that Thomas Wayne was an absolute POWERHOUSE in the kitchen. That guy could make air taste like paradise. Alfred, the absolute IMPOSTER, uses his recipes to impress the bat kids.
Of course a Sicilian New Jersian who smoked 2 packs a week came up with Jason’s favorite marinara sauce and not a goddam British guy who’s favorite meal is tea and biscuits.
The batkids find a picture of tiny Bruce with a little chef hat on his dad’s arm, face full of marinara sauce, half asleep cause the kitchen’s so warm and smells like pure Nirvana
However, Bruce, like Alfred, had no idea about flavor, cause he was more than adamant about dining at Maroni’s restaurant.
Thomas: I can make you a fresh lasagne at home
Bruce: but this lasagna comes with a toy :/
Thomas, watching his disappointment of a child (Bruce is 3) eat that frozen pile of reheated shit Maroni calls food:
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Hi!!! Can you do a Jason Todd x reader where the reader breaks her leg
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A/N: Dipping my toes back into writing for bat boys, this request has been sitting in my inbox for probably four or five years, soooo sorry for that one.
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Their scream echoed in his brain over and over again followed by that sickening crack. A crack that made Jason feel physically sick, it was a familiar sound to him, but it felt wrong coming from them. It was a sound he had no way of getting out of his head, as much as he wanted to forget.
It was unstoppable. Jason kept telling himself he just wasn’t fast enough, wasn’t good enough, wasn’t strong enough to stop it.
He just wasn’t enough.
“It wasn’t your fault.” Their voice said again, sounding not only exhausted but borderline loopy from the pain meds. He pulled his hands off of his face, his elbows resting on his knees as he clasped his hands in front of him, as if he could beg to switch places or beg for them to be magically better. He fought the urge to look over at them, knowing if he did he might lose it and now was not the time to lose it.
“I mean, I didn’t catch you.” He mumbled, fighting every fiber of his being to get mad at himself in front of them, knowing that it would send them spiraling. He had to remain calm and collected, knowing he can get revenge later or at least let out some of this doom and gloom on patrol was the only thing keeping him sane.
“You were behind me by like ten steps, there wasn’t anything even you could do Mr. Red Hood.” They said, whispering his name and he fought a chuckle. “Say that you know you couldn’t do anything.”
“Sure.” He said reluctantly, clearly not meaning it.
“Jason.” Their tone was tense, almost like a disappointed parent trying to get through to their kid.
“Yeah, I know.” He said, not sounding very convinced.
“Jay, you are not the reason my landlord didn’t warn of a crack in the stairs. You’re not even the reason there is a crack like that in the stairs.” They said and he heard them shuffle in the bed, trying to get more comfortable, but he knew from personal experience there was no getting comfortable in a bed like this. He made a mental note to ask one of his brothers to bring at least a cozy blanket from the manor.
“Trust me, when I’m done with him he’s not going to be a landlord.” He muttered, already planning his next steps.
“You better mean that you’re going to ask Bruce to help me sue him over this hospital bill and not that you’re going to go take care of him.” They said, voice playfully harsh on the last phrase. He fought a smile, one that quickly won out as he finally met their eyes. A smile already on their face, clearly amused by Jason’s brooding.
“Maybe it can be both.” He joked, starting to feel a bit better or at least distracted enough in the moment and they gave him a hard look. One that he knew was both a joke and real.
“Maybe it should just be us suing him if we have to do something.” They said, sternly.
“I think both are still good options.” He said with a shrug, leaning back in the creaky chair.
“Yeah but if you do both and you get caught, who's going to take care of me?” They said, leaning back in the bed.
“I’m wounded that you think I’d be caught by who? Gotham PD? Me getting caught by the cops? Jason Peter Todd?” He joked back, hand slapped against his chest as he leaned back as if he had just been shot and they chuckled, sounding exhausted. He watched them slowly blink as if their eyelids were getting too heavy. “You should get some rest, they’ll probably release you in a few hours and then we can head back.”
“Will you be here when I wake up?” They asked and he furrowed his brow.
“Of course.” He said, no doubt in his mind. It would take more than Gotham’s villains to drag him from this spot. He watched their eyelashes flutter against their cheek, their eyes fighting to stay open.
“Can we stay at yours? I don’t want to go up my stairs again.” They mumbled and he chuckled as if he wasn’t already planning on carrying them everywhere they would allow.
“I thought my apartment was a shithole?” He teased and they half heartedly rolled their eyes, a smile playing on their lips.
“No, your apartment is not a shithole, you just treat it like it’s a shithole.” They said, their hand reaching out for him and he was quick to accept it. He raised their hand close to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of their hand as they let out a sigh of contentment.
“Okay, well yes. We can go to mine.” He said softly, watching them smile.
“You do have the better bed.” They murmured and he opened his mouth to let out a smart remark, but they quickly interrupted him. “You know what I meant, your bed is bigger and you have the softer sheets.”
“Let me get you a new bed then.” He said, knowing Bruce would pay for anything Jason asked for and he’d never ask for himself, but for them he’d try to move mountains if he could.
“I’d rather just move in with you.” They said and he couldn’t tell if this was real or the pain meds talking, but regardless his face still gave away his shock. He was always so cautious with the next steps of their relationship - him being a vigilante didn’t make their relationship easy and Jason temperament and general distrust didn’t help either, but they were always so patient with him, so willing to meet him where he was at and just wait.
It was something he wasn’t fully used to, normally people didn’t last too long even if they said they were willing to stick it out.
But they met him with kindness and where he barked they sat and waited for him to cool off. Where he threatened to bite they looked at him with a look that told him they didn’t believe he’d do it and they would wait as long as he needed for him to believe them.
It wasn’t something he was used to, but he started to slowly believe that maybe he deserved their kindness.
“Yeah?” He tried and they closed their eyes, head turning the pillow to face him.
“Yeah, you’ll have to remind me that I asked though.” They slurred out and he watched with careful eyes as sleep finally won out. He chuckled as he watched their body sink into the bed, soft snores coming from them.
“I will.” He murmured, the promise falling on deaf ears, but he still found it important to say outloud.
His own heart and mind were still racing despite their calmness. He was still upset with himself for not catching them on the stairs or being more aware of the cracked stair to begin with. What good was all his training if he couldn’t even keep the one he loved safe.
He knew that they both knew he would fight hard to fix this or at the very least make it so they don’t have to lift a finger while they healed up. Luckily, it was a fibula fracture and it was a clean break, it would heal within six to twelve weeks. He wasn’t sure how much time Bruce would give him from patrols, but whatever Bruce was thinking Jason was going to do his best to at least double it or get one of his brothers to help take care of them and watch over them.
He was already making plans in his head as he pulled out his phone, sending a text to Dick, trying to work out what he could bring to the hospital and see if he was willing to take a car to bring them both to Jason’s apartment, figuring a car would be better than his motorcycle.
He knew he would figure it out. He always would when it came to them.
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