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Your lungs tightened, then your eyes followed. A forming trickle of tears filled you with resentment. It was beyond your understanding why you chose to stay—and why you only cried now.

The salty scent of rain and tears bled together. Your badge wept in disgrace, shimmering gently in the rain as liquid weakness ran over its gold plating.

In the distance, carried by the howling wind, the sirens of your patrol car wailed. Now, it was nothing but scrap and flames, graffiti-painted wreckage.

Patterson…Lost in the suffocating fog, you coughed, mumbling over a mouth full of blood. “Pat—Pat, are you okay?!” you shouted, but your voice barely made it past the smoke clogging your throat. Flames glazed your vision, licking at your skin as you fumbled for the door handle. Finding no grip, you smashed through the window, a blurred light guiding your shaking body onto the road.Your lungs burned with smoke. Gravel crunched under heavy boots—chuckles echoed between the buildings. Around the corner, some thugs smashed at the bumper of the car.

You tucked your body into the corner of an alley, clutching your side as pain flared. Your head thudded against the concrete wall. It was your fault. “Patterson…” you swallowed, breathless, “couldn’t save him.” You couldn’t save anyone tonight. Not even yourself. Years of training in the cave, in the academy, went to waste. You were weak. Powerless. For the first time in years, you prayed.

After Gordon disappeared, the air at HQ turned grim. Everyone was on edge, so they buried themselves in work. You were assigned to arrest and apprehend any militia or rioters after Batman had cleared most of the streets—after the terrifying gas, after the building-sized tanks.An hour in, you and Patterson were chasing a stray vehicle. It tore through tight corners and narrow alleys, reckless, rabid. Suddenly—metal twisted, glass shattered, and metric tons of weight crushed your body against your seat.

Now, propped against an abandoned building, your armored legs lay limp in front of you. Hands clutched the straps of your bulky vest. You exhaled ragged. It was all insanity.

“This city is fucking insane,” you muttered, vocal cords strained. “Cursed, even…”

You’d spent enough time stalking militia radio channels to hear the theories. According to some meathead, Batman was a government-funded CIA operative working outside the law. These idiots always had something stupid to say. You chuckled, dry and humorless.

Your job had become some joke. The government left Gotham to burn itself to the ground—no reinforcements, no air support, nothing. The city was left in the hands of a man in tights and a cape. A crazy bastard, way over his old head. Against an entire army, Gotham burned. Hour by hour, the sky turned to fire. Scarecrow’s voice screeched through the night, or worse—it went completely silent.Neon signs painted the slick pavement in garish colors. The city was black and grey, blanketed in rubble and trash. Dusted orange with whatever toxin Scarecrow had dumped from his big blimp.

You fumbled with your belt, reaching for your radio one last time. The signal crackled in distortion. Your eyes drifted to the crooked antenna, and with a sigh, you let the useless machine clatter to the ground.Above you, a flickering sign read: GOTHAM MALL.Southeast corner of Founder’s Island. Probably. Hard to tell. Chasing a vehicle with no real destination made it easy to get lost. The side of the building was nothing but bare brick. In the distance, you heard militia voices, but they hadn’t spotted you. At least not yet—you hesitated. Looking down at your vest and badge, something weighed in your chest. Sure, it was raining, but the warmth of early autumn clung to you, suffocating in layers.With weak fingers, you unclipped your badge from your left pocket and ripped the GCPD patch from your vest. Your shoulders sagged as you shrugged out of the armor, muscles aching with the effort. Left in your single blue button-up, your chest grasped at a full breath of air—liberated from the heavy weight of your vest. Turning your raincoat inside out to hide any painful markings of your job, you pulled it back on, layering it over your vest.

A ringing in your ears pulsed against your skull, the dull throb of a concussion settling in. Apart from that, the world was silent.Looking around, among the grassy land behind the mall was a rip in the metal fence. Your instincts screamed at you to run, but your body stood still. As the adrenaline faded, pain and exhaustion took its place. Your eyes drifted skyward.The clouds swirled in shifting shades of grey, drifting like fish in a pond. The stillness made you uneasy. Waves crashed against the docks. If you were right about where you were, there was no way in hell you’d make it back to GCPD on foot. Thugs littered the streets like trash. Tanks still prowled the roads.Unless he showed up, you were screwed. A bitter laugh bubbled up from your throat. Regret settled in.

You were so stupid.

When the evacuations started this morning, leaving never crossed your mind. You said your goodbyes in passing, ushering familiar faces onto school buses. Because in the end, it was your job to stay behind. To help. That’s why, when Bruce overwhelmed your phone with texts and calls, you ignored them.If anything, he was the one who worried you. It’s been years since you set a foot in the manor. You’ve tried avoiding his very name, but you still stupidly kept him around. It killed you to admit it—the lonely life you lived made him all you had.Yet he was out there killing himself. Why should you care?Better to focus on your attempt to survive the night.

A far clattering burst through a back door. You hid behind a nearby bush, realizing the sound was closer than expected. An armored figure came stumbling out. Militia? Your hands steadied on your holsters.He fell to his knees, throwing a glowing red helmet. It made horrible sounds against the mix of pavement and grass.His voice tore through the silence and broken sobs harmonized with far thunder. The rain weighed him down pathetically. He screamed, cursing incoherently. His armor shook violently as his body began to give in. Heavy panting and crying left him a mess on the ground. It was depressing. You felt at a loss for what to do, listening to his sobs rip through his throat.He rolled over and city lights danced on his shining armor.Then the cogs in your brain turned.Among the mounds of metal that embraced his large body, his chest plates were gone, replaced with a blood-smeared bat symbol.His sharp silhouette began to spark memories of the GCPD most wanted logs you had seen no less than two hours ago. The Arkham Knight?

No... but he was different—he was reduced to a pathetic mess, alone, defenseless. Lacking his army, the shiny red emblem, and pointed ears.His voice missed its usual distorted sound. Instead, it was broken, and as he yelled and cursed, something felt deeply wrong.Helicopters shone down upon the courtyard, paying no mind. His figure bathed in the bright light.Blemished in tears and swollen in bruises, his pale skin. His silhouette. His face—it contorted in wrinkles, familiar and deeper.

Your blood ran cold.

Tears streamed down his armor, glinting. He writhed, swearing and mumbling.When a small light shone on his face, you felt dizzy.It was the Arkham Knight.Not only was he standing right in front of you but… he’d shot a bullet into the past. His nose was sharp, eyebrows thick and furrowed, and his eyes—his eyes held a world of pain that seared along the raised J printed onto his cheek. God… maybe some of the fear toxin had failed to clear. You rubbed your eyes.He was still there. You rubbed them again. And he failed to disappear. “Fuck,” you muttered, “no… no.” The screaming stopped. You stilled. Slight shuffling among the grass.

Heavy steps trampled over to your spot.He smashed the junk you were hiding behind to the other side of the yard. "What the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?!” Rough gloves grabbed at your collar. Finally, his glazed blue eyes met yours.

Any part of you that doubted it was him ceased to exist. “God…” you began to cry in silent terror. His eyes widened, staring back at you with unadulterated fear. As if you were the undead ghost that stood in front of him after three years.

There was a moment of silence.An exchange of pure understanding and fear.He looked at your poorly hidden badge, destroyed hair bun, grime and blood-filled face. His lips pursed. Brows furrowed, as tears streamed. “No…” he muttered, panting, letting his grip tighten as rain soaked into his hair. “NO!” A small sob cracked him.His body went rigid. Dropping you from his grasp.

He stumbled onto the ground, kicking his feet in the slippery mud, ready to run. “No!” You pulled at his metal boot. Sharp corners dug into your skin.“Please don’t leave—not again…” His red and puffy face eased. He was terrified, shaking. You pulled yourself above him, tackling his hard armor.

Chapter 1

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Toddxfemale!Reader

Warnings: Some violence, Batman level of violence

Summary: Everyone sees the world in black and white until they meet their soulmate. Jason Todd assumed Gothamites didn't have souls let alone soulmates, so when he as Robin saves a girl from thugs attacking her school he is shocked when their eyes meet and the world is suddenly a vibrant rainbow. Before they can speak she passes out and he decides to keep her safe he has to watch from afar. Until he dies.

You saw Robin and you saw color. You knew it must be dangerous to be Robin so you let him stay away, hoping someday you could meet and at least hear his voice. Then, it's all black and white again and you mourn the loss of a soulmate you never knew.

A year later you wake up and the world is back in color. You are confused and frightened, not sure what is happening, but you know one thing, you accepted your soulmate hiding before, but now you would find him.

Notes: Hello! This Jason Todd fic is brought to you by the people see in black and white until they meet their soulmate. I thought how crazy it would drive someone to first know their soulmate is a masked vigilante, then they die and everything is back to black and white, and then its color again. That person would probably be obsessed with finding out what happened, why it happened, and who exactly their soulmate was to go off and die and then come back to life. I hope you enjoy! Comments/critiques always appreciated! PS. once again, my Jason Todd fancast is Lewis Tan (but also this GIF of baby Jason Todd brings a sweet tear to my eye)

Pairing: Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Reader

Warnings:

Violence and physical confrontations as Jason navigates dangerous situations.

Psychological tension and emotional struggles as Jason faces his inner demons.

Angst, with moments of vulnerability and fear of loss.

Protective behavior from Jason as he becomes increasingly concerned for the reader's safety.

Fluff and comfort in moments of respite.

Mentions of trauma and past experiences affecting current decisions.

Summary: As the city of Gotham grows more perilous, Jason finds himself torn between his desire to keep the reader safe and his need to confront the looming threats that haunt his every move. Old wounds resurface, and with them, the weight of past decisions. With each passing moment, the bond between them deepens, but so does the danger that looms over their heads. Trust is tested, and in the face of looming threats, Jason’s protective instincts kick in—no matter the cost.

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The Joker leaned back in his rickety chair, his grin stretching impossibly wide as he admired the chaos he was about to unleash. His lair was a grotesque mix of carnival remnants and industrial decay: broken funhouse mirrors, faded clown posters, and rusting machinery loomed in the flickering light.

"Jason’s always been so predictable, hasn’t he, boys?" the Joker mused, spinning his knife lazily on the table. His henchmen gruff and unremarkable in their mismatched suits nodded nervously, each too afraid to interrupt him.

"Take something from him, and he loses his mind," the Joker continued. "The anger, the self-righteousness... so delicious.And now, with his little damsel in distress? Oh, I can practically taste the anguish!" He threw his head back and cackled, the sound reverberating off the walls.

One of the henchmen, braver or stupider than the rest, cleared his throat. "Uh, boss, what’s the next move? We got the message to him, right? What now?"

The Joker stopped laughing abruptly, his grin vanishing as he turned his sharp gaze on the man. The room went silent.

"Next move?" the Joker repeated, his voice dangerously soft. He stood slowly, twirling the knife in his fingers. "Oh, dear, sweet Marvin, the next move is what makes the game fun."

The henchman gulped, his eyes darting around the room for backup, but no one came to his aid.

The Joker sauntered closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You see, Jason thinks he can keep her safe. He thinks hiding her away in one of his little bolt holes will work. But you know what they say about hiding, don’t you?"

He leaned in close, his lips curling into a menacing smile.

"It just makes the hunt more exciting."

The Joker straightened suddenly, spinning on his heel and throwing his arms wide. "So here’s the plan, boys! We drew him out. We make him sweat. We remind him that there’s nowhere he can go, nowhere she can hide, that I can’t find them."

He turned to the nearest henchman and pointed dramatically. "You! I want eyes on every one of Red Hood’s haunts. Every safehouse, every alley, every scummy little bar he might crawl into."

The man nodded quickly, scurrying off to carry out the order.

The Joker clapped his hands together, his grin returning. "And when we find him," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation, "we’ll leave him a little... surprise. Something to remind him that Gotham is my playground."

Another henchman, emboldened by the Joker’s apparent good mood, raised a hand tentatively. "Boss, what about the girl? You want us to grab her?"

The Joker’s grin widened impossibly. "Oh, no, no, no, my dear boy. Not yet. Where’s the fun in ending the game so soon? No, we let her sit there, wondering. Watching Jason unravel. And when the time is right..."

He picked up a playing card from the table, a Joker, of course and flicked it into the air. It spun lazily before landing face-up.

"...we take her. Right in front of him. That’s when the real fun begins."

The henchmen exchanged uneasy glances, but none of them dared to voice their doubts. They knew better than to question the Joker when he was on a roll.

The Joker walked back to his throne-like chair, flopping into it with exaggerated ease. "Now, off you go, boys! We’ve got a city to terrorize and a bird to pluck."

As the men hurried out, the Joker leaned back, twirling his knife again.

Jason was snoring softly, you could hear his heart beating and his feeling the movement of his chest breathing against you.

You loved just laying on his chest, listening to his heart beat in the morning.

You were wearing one of Jason’s t-shirts and a pair of shorts, which you could barely see.

Jason was wearing a pair of boxers, they were ones which you brought for him for valentines day. They were red with little yellow duckies on with red and white top hats on. Around the duckies were little hearts.

You moved one of your hands, to reach up to Jason’s hair and scratch it.

Here you go @p4inis . The (not so) long awaited sequel to Protective. I didn't do any actual smut this time around but if anyone wants to see some send me a request!

WARNINGS: Sexual innuendos, allusions to smut, Jason Todd being the best boyfriend ever, Alcohol, Smoking, Cussin, SEXUAL HARRASMENT, Reader gets slapped on the ass, Misogny, R@pe culture, violence, jason punches a POS, Jason definitly has a daddy kink....

"That's much better."

“Oh is it now?” He teases. Jason walks into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet lid. “Honestly I thought the first one was better.” 

“Oh really?” you saw, pulling out your foundation, highlighter and concealer. You pull the beauty blender out of the drawer as well. Turning on the sink, you wet the beauty blender with lukewarm water. 

“Oh absolutely babes.” Jason pulls out a lipstick and your eyeshadow pallet. “I say you go with a classic red lip tonight.”

“You want red lips too mister?” You say, taking the back of the beauty blender to apply the three pumps of foundation you put on the back of your hand. Blending it out you say “If not I'd put that lipstick back babes.”

“Why.” he says, looking at the packaging of the tube, trying to see if there is some sort of marking that says he would get red lips too. During this time you open your concealer and use the wand to apply the product. 

“That lipstick transfers like a motherfucker. Get the liquid lipstick in there. The Huda Beauty one.” you blend the concealer out with the tip of the sponge, making sure to get under your eyes as well. 

“This ones the one I bought you for our anniversary right?” he asks. Pulling out the tube from the drawer, he places it on the counter. 

“Yeah. The one you claimed was, and I quote, ‘way too damn expensive’.” Placing the cap back on the contour stick you take the other side of the beauty blender to blend the product out. “Can you get me my setting powder and brush?”

“Yeah.” Jason reaches into the drawer once more, this time returning with the products you asked for. “God that fucking lipstick was way to damn expensive though.” he places hte items next to the lipstick. 

“Yeah 20 fucking dollars was way to damn much for someting i barely ever have the occasion to wear.” you pick up the setting powder and grab the powder puff inside, baking below your eyes, between your eyebrows, over your nose, on your chin and in the center of your forehead. “I’m honestly surprised you bought it for me in the first place. I was joking about needing it.” 

“Shit, really?” he laughs

“Yeah. I wasn't even really expecting you to even remember I said something about it.”

“I'm honestly so hurt that you think I don't remember stuff like that.” Jason places a hand over his heart, pretending as if he was shot in the chest. “I literally read and annotate books for you.” 

“True.”You grab the pallet out of Jason's lap and grab two brushes out of the drawer. “But it was so menial and we were watching tv.” You open the eyeshadow and grab the fluffy brush and get some of a light brown on it, blending it out all over your eye.

“I have entire notes on my phone filled with things you say you like or want.” 

“Really?” You ask, now grabbing a darker brown to blend into your outer corner. 

“Oh yeah. I'm constantly adding shit to them. Like the Baby Yoda Squishmallow we saw at Costco last week.” he says. He remembers how your eyes lit up when you saw the massive plushie. The way you would stare at it every time you passed by once or twice trying to subtly touch the plush. 

“Oh my fucking god, I didnt even say anything about that though! How do you know about that?” lastly you take a small brush with some black eyeshadow and place it directly on your waterline, lashline and in a general wing shape, before blending it out. 

“I can read you like a book my love.” Jason look s at you with admiration. Watching as you pull your eyeliner out of the drawer and draw near perfect wings on your eyes. “And god help me if you aren't my most favorite thing i've ever read.”

“You are just the sweetest Jason Todd.” You look over at him. He's sitting there staring at you, watching you with all the admiration in the world. “God I love you Jase.” You say as you lean in to kiss him on the lips. 

“I love you too, princess.” he says. Turning away from him with a smile, you grab the lipstick, applying a layer of the red liquid to your lips. “You look so kissable right now. God, I love your lips.” you look over at him and give him a slight smile. 

“And I love the taste that comes out of both sets.” he says with a smirk. 

“Jason!” you turn around blushing. You grab your eyebrow pencil and begin filling in the shapes. “What did I say? If you keep it in your pants all night i'll let you do whatever you want with me when we get home.”

“Don't have to tell me twice.” he stands up. “Imma go start the car and get a blunt rolled. I left the jacket on your bed.”

“Okay i'll be down in just a minute.” you respond. You grab your eyelash curler and make a few quick passes on both eyes, before grabbing the mascara and applying two coats. 

You throw everything back into the drawer and grab your lipstick and the necklace you left on the counter. Walking into your closet, you grab a pair of silver heels You had bought a couple of years back. Grabbing the jacket Jason left on your bed, you grab your keys, turn off the lights, and lock up the apartment. 

The Galla is loud and boisterous. Dozens of people from Gotham are here, mostly upper class old white men and their families, but a decent amount of paparazzi and the Wayne Scholars.

“I forget how fucking annoying these things are.” Jason complains. He lightly pulls on his tie, loosening it slightly to alleviate some of the pressure. 

“You also don't like a majority of people.” you respond. 

The night had been fun so far. Once you had arrived at the party, Jason dropped the keys to one of Bruces’ Rolls Royces’ with the valet and ushered you inside, past the blinding flashing lights of the cameras. 

When you both finally made it inside you had quickly done the obligatory meet and greet with at least 15 people and quickly shuffled off towards the bar. There Jason had gotten himself a Whiskey on the rocks and you a tequila Martini. 

Now, both of you hid in the northern corner of the room, at a small table nursing your drinks. “You don’t care for most people either sweetheart.”

“True, but I'm better at hiding it than you.” you take the last sip of your martini and stand from your chair. “I'm gonna go get myself a margarita. I'll be right back, baby.” You leave a small peck on his cheek before making your way over to the bar. 

“What can I get for you Mrs. Todd?” Alex joked. You had known Alex for years, having gone to highschool with him and even having scored the leading parts in your school's play during your guys’ senior year. 

“A strawberry margarita please Alex.” you smile at him. 

“Coming right up babes.” Alex winks at you. His affection had never been anything more than friendly. Alex had come out to you as AroAce in your sophomore year. 

You had allowed yourself to get lost in memories of the past before a voice cut your train of thought short. 

“Hey pretty lady. Are you here alone?” The voice was gravely and hoarse, tainted with decades of life.

“No actually. I'm here with my boyfriend.” You respond. You shift in your seat, trying to put as much distance between you two as possible without being seen as rude.

“He couldn't take care of you like I could.” The man places his hand on your thigh, Slowly inching it upward. “I could take care of you in ways you could never imagine.” 

“Here’s your margarita Mrs. Todd.” Alex says sliding the glass towards you, making direct eye contact with the old man next to you. 

“Todd? You're here with Wayne's Son?” The man asks. 

“Yeah, I thought it would be obvious with the leather jacket but I guess not.” You snark back. You stand up and turn around to walk back to Jason when you feel something small and sharp hit your ass. 

“Fucking excuse me?” You look up to see Jason standing right behind you. “What the fuck do you think gives you the right to touch someone else like that huh?” Jason lightly pushes you to the side as to put him right in front of the grimey old man. 

“She was asking for it wearing a dress like that.” Jason clenches his fists at the comment. 

“I'm sorry, what now?” Jason asks. Jason starts to stand taller, shifting his weight and getting closer to the man now. The interaction quickly gained a crowd of paparazzi and Guests alike. 

You softly grab Jason's right hand, holding it between yours and rubbing small patterns on back. “Baby leave him. He's just an ignorant old man. He-”

“He Fucking touched you, the ugly ass fossil deserves to be beat to a pulp.” Jason seethes. The man visibly grows angry at the disrespect. 

“Who you calling old, brat?” The man now stands up, barley coming up to jason's nose. 

“You. So step off or this will get ugly.” Jason warns, pulling you behind him, now holding your hands with his left. Jason puffs up bigger, trying to intimidate the man into fucking off.

“If she wants to dress like a prostitute then she will be treated like one. She deserves everything I did to her the Whor-” The man didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence before Jason punches him square in the nose. The punch breaks the geezer's nose as well as knocking him out cold. 

“Come on baby. Let's get out of here.” you pull jason along, pulling him out the back of the venue, towards the parking lot the valets were using. “Let's go home please.”

“When we get outside, take your heels off and jump on my back.” Jason instructs. 

“Yes, sir.” You respond. Jason lets a small ‘fuck’ out before just picking you up bridal style and kicking the door open. Jason proceeds to run towards the elevator spamming the button for the basement, where Bruce leaves some of his extra civilian cars. 

“You're taking one of Bruce's?”

“It's faster than trying to track down the damn valet with my keys.” He responds. When Jason gets to the audi R8 he opens the passenger side door and sets you down gently before closing the door and running around towards the drivers side.

“Take me home, Jase.” You say when he starts the engine.

“Anything for my princess.”

When you finally arrive back at your apartment, Jason pushes you up against the wall in the entrance way.both hands on your waist “Did that bastard hurt you?”

“No sir. I'm okay.” You respond, Jason pulls his left hand from your hip and places it on your neck, applying a small amount of pressure.

“Stop fucking calling me that or ill ruin you here and now.” Jasons’ pupils are blown wide, his hands shaking slightly and the bulge in his pants grows more noticeable by the second. 

“What, are you gonna punish me?” You tease. Jason tightens his grip on your throat. He shoves your legs apart with his knee and places it right up against your clit. 

“I said dont fucking try me princess.” You giggle a bit before he speaks again. “Im not in the fucking mood so dont.”

“Or what? You gonna ruin me?” Jason pushes his knee up, pushing it harder against your pussy

“That can be arranged,” he whispers. His whole body is shaking at this point, the mix of the adrenaline and the pure lust he feels clouding his mind. 

“Then ruin me daddy.”

Those four words spark something in Jason and before you know it, you're being thrown over his shoulder and tossed on your bed.

A/N: This is like the second smut I've written this month and I'm honestly not ashamed of thirsting over this man...even though I should be (ToT) Anyways, as always, enjoy;)

Word count: 3,156

Summary: Red Hood has some fun with the officer he’s had his eyes on.

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Time: 2:37am

Location: Upper West Gotham

Lighting struck down, thunder following suit as the GCPD shook from external tension.

Your arms were placed above your head, wrists clamped with silver cuffs that thwacked against the cold brick wall rather noisily. Shaking your head in irritation, you cursed yourself, realizing what a mistake it was to give the notorious Red Hood a bag of so called chips he wanted from the vending machine. He had tricked you as soon as you had stepped into his jail cell, restricting your arms with your own cuffs and backing you against the cold, hard wall.

How could you have been so foolish?

Everything occurred so quickly, you almost couldn't process it.

Nonetheless, you attempted pulling, -tugging-, do anything to free your pinned wrists, but it was no use.

Even if you did free yourself, you probably still wouldn't have left. You knew you wanted him badly. And quite frankly, the outlaw knew it too.

Oh, the many days you spent on your lonesome, playing with yourself in bed with your mind high off the thought of him, and him only.

He wasn't any good for you, especially when you represented security and protection to gothamites, and he represented fear alongside intimidation to blood thirsty criminals. Yet, at the back of your mind, you knew that you wanted him to taint and tarnish every inch of you.

A thick, playful chuckle caught your attention, dragging your eyes back towards the attractive, yet menacing vigilante who towered directly over your shifting form. Your gaze narrowed as he crossed his arms, biceps flexing from the simple small gesture. A few scratches scattered over his typical attire, some barely grazing the sharp features of his face,

"You know sweetheart",

he taunted smoothly, providing an answer to your unasked question, "I could've escaped whenever I wanted to. But, I didn't. Because," stray, messy strands of black hair tumbled over his brows as he neared, looming over you in a threatening, yet sensual, manner, "I wanted you for myself" he whispered huskily, voice effortlessly dropping down an octave.

Your heart pounded against your chest, attempting to break free of its own restraints. You swallowed thickly, squishing your body further into the cold wall behind. The rational,-police officer-, side of you forced you to back away, in fear of losing your job and every single accomplishment you had achieved. However, the erratic,-bad girl-, side of you wanted to get closer, let him mark you as his own. God, your legs even trembled at the simple thought, growing even weaker from the extended period you had been standing.

For months on end you had gotten to know the vigilante, -through numerous arrests-, and as a result, a connection emitted between the two of you, -followed by of course-, sexual tension.

His large, gloved hands hovered over the zipper of your navy jacket, suggestively tracing the curve of your waist,

"Do you want me to touch you?", he questioned, making no mistake to earn your approval. You begrudgingly nodded, feeling as satisfaction and cockiness radiated from him.

He hungrily unzipped the middle of your uniform, gradually revealing the tight-fitting black lace bra that held up your full, tender breasts. The gun wedged firmly between them only did more to enrapt him,

"Fuckin shit, officer", he eyed the pistol, the muderous mechanism contrasting sharply against your lovely, plump busts,

"You're making me so damn hard",

You swung your head to the side in embarrassment, flush already crawling over your neck and cheeks. For so long, you had fantasized over his gloved hands, wanting to feel the firm and tight hold he kept on his guns, on your chest, and now, you would finally get to perceive what you had anticipated.

Yet, with that being said, denial was something you wanted to continue pursuing, but, you knew deep down it was only to mask the true desire you yearned for.

For the next few heated seconds, you reluctantly avoided his gaze, watching as he urgently pulled the gun from your bra and tossed it aside, no longer targeting it as a prime objective. Instead, he made sure your eyes met with his again as he focused attentively on your bare, vulnerable breasts, enthralled by their beauty.

His large, calloused hands laid themselves down against your waist once more, toying with the zipper that rested just below your belly button. You automatically clenched your legs together, attempting to dull the chilly sensation his hands sent straight to your drenched core.

It was your duty to stop the outlaw, yet here you were, resisting the urge to do so and accepting his sexual touches with open arms. The corners of the vigilante's mouth quirked up at your reaction, compelling him to roughly cup your right breast and harshly tug on a taut, covered nipple, obtaining a soft whimper from you in the process,

"You wanted this, didn't you, officer (L/N)?", his hands sharply tugged the rest of the bra below your busts, exposing your ample breasts to the cold air. You bit your lip in anguish, resisting the fiery urge to arch your body into his,

"You wanted me to fuck you", he rasped, pupils blown wide with want. Cupping your cheek assertively, his lips crashed animalistically against yours, teeth clashing within the process. You gave no second thought to your morals as you melted into it, hazy eyes fluttering closed.

After momentarily relishing the savory taste he provided, he abruptly pulled away from your swollen lips, almost as if he were punishing you for your lack of confirmation before opting on nipping and abusing the skin below your earlobe,

"I want an answer, doll. Tell me how badly you wanted me to fuck you",

You bit your lip, stubbornly shaking your head in denial,

"N-no. You're w-wrong. I-", a hand made its way over to your chin, gently tugging you towards him, "Am I though?", he whispered wantonly, the hot air traveling over your ear and down the crook of your neck, "All that time you flirted with me and teased me with that cute little ass", you pursued your lips as he suddenly leaned down, wet lips latching around a hard, swollen nipple. You sucked in a breath, digging your nails into the palms of your binded wrists. His teeth occasionally grazed the taut bud, allowing combinations of pain and pleasure to pulsate through your veins,

"You didn't want me, to touch you?", the outlaw looked up at you through his lashes as he suckled down, swirling his tongue over the nipple every few seconds, "I've seen the way you look at me, doll. With want, adoration", he pulled away from your breasts with a loud, smacking sound, his hands replacing his mouth as they tugged, pulled and squeezed your soft mounds, "Lust", he spoke sharply, icy blue eyes staring into your face once you finally submitted into him, your facade breaking into a contortion of pleasure. The vigilante's lips pulled up at the reaction he received, honored that he got to see you that way. A soft, airy moan fell from your lips, followed by a helpless whimper as he continued touching you in ways that no criminal should ever touch an officer,

"Y-yes", you finally admitted, squirming from underneath his strong, muscular form,

"I w-wanted Red Hood to fuck m-me",

Upon hearing your rather submissive affirmation, his lips messily, and sloppily, kissed the soft skin of your neck, a few nips and tugs marking your skin flush with deep purples and reds, "attagirl.", he murmured lecherously, perspiration easily setting a thin layer across your entire body, "You sound so fuckin hot, officer", you furrowed your brows in disdain at his faint mockery of your title. Just as you opened your mouth to retort, a desperate whine pulled through you as he lowered to his knees, nipping and kissing the little trail from your stomach to your panties, your pants long discarded. Just when you thought he couldn't turn you on anymore, he roughly tugged your hips forward before pushing your soft thighs apart, presenting himself with a clear view of your soaking cunt. His mouth came hot and harsh on your inner thighs, tongue tasting the slick skin. Bringing a finger up, he slowly swiped at your slit through your underwear, leaving you a whimpering, whining mess,

"You're so fuckin wet, baby doll", the vigilante gave you lopsided smirk, openly and suggestively, licking the moist digit. You moaned softly at the sight, further watching as his calloused hands feverishly tugged your panties down your smooth legs,

"A-ah",

He chuckled lowly, watching the way your cheeks darkened in elation. The vigilante seemed to enjoy breaking your walls down, and forcing you to reveal how much you've wanted him.

You couldn't resist him. And he couldn't resist you.

Upon hearing the soft noises you began to emit rather loosely, he groaned heatedly, incredibly turned on by your sweet voice. Rising to his full height, he pulled his cock out from between his trousers, giving it one hard tug before bucking his hips froward in agony. You marveled at the sight of his thickly veined length, lips puckering in anticipation. He simply stood for a moment, almost as if he were proudly allowing you to get a good glimpse, before openly pumping the pulsating head of his cock with a tight fist, all the while looking down at you with dark, hooded eyes. Blush further flooded your cheeks when he flashed you a seductive smirk, simultaneously licked his lips hungrily. As if he couldn't take the pain you caused him anymore, he grabbed your legs greedily, wrapping them around his hips as he guided his cock closer to your soaking slit.

"Do you want my cock, princess?", he licked your ear, sending a sizzling shiver down your spine, "Do you want me to pound you against this wall?", you panted, needily pushing your hips closer to his for some friction. Using your arms, you fervently looped them over his head, tightly clinging to his neck for dear life. The vigilante smirked against your skin, gently backing away before guiding his cock closer by just a smudge.

What a tease,

"Y-yes.", you whimpered desperately, the facade you had originally put on, long gone,

"P-please fuck me. I need your cock inside of me", you begged sweetly, lips swollen and glistening. Your thighs trembled, slick already collecting on either side,

"Dammit, (Y/n)", he cursed, jaw clenched with thirst as he used your name for the first time that evening,

"You look so beautiful like this"

He smacked your ass harshly, leaving the skin a deep throbbing red. You moaned from the coursing pain, feeling as your juices dripped from your cunt. Furrowing his brows in concentration, he leaned his forehead against yours, nudging the swollen head of his cock with your tight entrance. Pre-cum promptly collected at your folds from the action, forcing you to mewl, writh, and arch your back impatiently. Gritting his teeth, he slowly pushed his entire length inside of you, overwhelming your cunt with the stretch you desperately starved for,

"Shit, princess. You feel so tight around my cock", he nipped at your lip blissfully, artic eyes boring into yours. Excitement raced through your veins at the one single look he threw your way, propelling your impulse. A loud moan sweetly spewed from your mouth, echoing across the cell as he fully nudged your tight walls apart, cock snug deep between your legs. Giving one long thrust, he pulled back, leaving your heart to weigh with longing for a split second before deliciously burrowing the hilt of his cock back into your cunt. You cried out lustfully, carelessly throwing your head back against the wall as he powerfully, and skillfully, prodded your slick entrance,

"J-Jason", you whimpered out, long-drawn out moans following suit as your thighs trembled from the convulsions happening within,

"Don't s-stop",

Hot, heavy pants traveled over your chest once he captured a swollen nipple back into his mouth, tongue ravaging the sweet little bud. Your hands mindlessly knotted themselves within his disheveled hair as you grinded on his cock, maximizing the pleasure. Consequently, the vigilante growled sexily against your ear, quickening his pace,

"You like being a bad girl, huh?", Jason grunted, firmly pressing his broad, emblem covered chest flush against your perked breasts. You nodded breathlessly, eyes scrunched closed in pleasure,

"Only f-for you", the vigilante looked up appeased, half-lidded eyes taking in and consuming the sight of your stunning, pleasured face. A low groan of elation made its way to your ears, wetting your pussy even more than before. The male could only wonder what other faces you would make if he gave you a proper fucking in his bed. Gripping your hips tightly, he gave one particularly sharp thrust, leaving you crying for more. Wet, squelching noises were quick to follow, the sound of skin slapping growing louder and louder. He grabbed your chin, smirking when your flustered features twisted in another spout of pleasure,

"I wanted you for such a long time. Those smarts and that pretty little face."

You gasped loudly, arching your back off the wall as his nails brutally dug into your ass, creating delectable indentions. His strong hand further surprised you, obtaining a sweet cry from your parted lips once he gave your throat a pleasurable squeeze,

"I wanted it all, princess", your head lulled to the side, mind hazed with how well he thrusted into you. Here you were, getting fucked against a jail cell wall by Red Hood. Although the action was long passed from 'disrespectful', you didn't care and you couldn't complain. You liked the animalistic aspect of a dangerous and merciless anti-hero, taking you against the wall and making you his. He was your drug, and you weren't going to give it up anytime soon,

"I wanted you too, Jay", you confessed weakly, cupping his jaw with your cuffed hands,

"I wanted you s-so much", He looked at you with longing, staring into your soul as if you were the only one who mattered. Resultantly, the vigilante continued pounding into you rigorously, the slope of his cock nudging your sweet spot so swiftly. Your mouth fell slack, an instant, loud moan roaring out as he slammed into you wantonly, his hands now holding your ass for support. Your toes curled as your abdomen twisted and flexed, pussy fluttering with need. Tilting your head, you gently nipped at the male's neck, earning a low moan in return. Delirium showed through on his face as his brows etched apart, a low, rapturous growl falling from his lips in elation. You admired with satisfaction, proud of the way you reduced him to mush. Eager to satisfy your fixation, Jason tended to your body, going as far as placing wet kisses across your collarbones affectionately. Your thighs thudded down against his from the way he forcefully rocked you, breasts bouncing in his face. Incoherent words tumbled from your lips as you buckled forward against his chest, so close to the sweet release you desperately chased. The male was quick to notice, his skilled fingers already working the delicate bundle of your clit, propelling you to reach the edge, "Cum for me, doll. Show me how much you wanted me."

You stifled a cry, feeling as you walls twitched and clamped down on his cock rather tightly. In doing so, he gave a long throaty groan, head falling limp in the crook of your neck as his cock pulsed inside of you and filled your womb with hot spurts of cum.

Your hands tightened around his biceps, overstimulation stuffing your cunt full as he rolled his hips one final time. His cock gradually softened inside of you as you both caught your heaving breaths, euphoria engulfing your forms.

Jason was the first to come down, slowly and gently sliding out of your throbbing clit. You whimpered weakly as he did so, feeling drops of his seed dribble down your cunt and asshole. Upon seeing your hands, he gently uncuffed your wrists, leaning down to press a soft kiss inside of each as if he were apologizing for putting them on the first place. You smiled at the action, not having minded the cuffs in the first place, -though you used them to your disposal for the foreplay-.

Grabbing your stumbling form, he carefully carried you to your desk, perching your figure on the edge  before helping you clean up.

When fixing your clothes, you thanked him quietly, taking a few deep breaths to calm your erratic heartbeat. All the while, Jason stared at you with crossed arms, his heart skipping a beat when your eyes met with his,

"I think I'm alright now", you weakly chuckled, averting your eyes bashfully. Just seconds ago he had fucked you against a jail cell wall and here you were, feeling insecure once more,

"You sure, doll?", his eyebrows etched together in concern as he examined your expression. You chuckled, finding his worry to be very cute and wholesome,

"You're acting like I won't be able to walk after that", you accused in a joking manner, watching as he adjusted his guns into their holsters. He arched a brow at you, stifling a cocky, lopsided smirk,

"That was kinda what I was going for, sweetheart",

You scoffed, turning your head to hide your blush. He chuckled heartedly, positioning himself to stand between your legs. In a small furtherance, you leaned up, kissing his cheek softly,

"Seriously, I'll be fine. Thank you."

Jason hummed, looking down into your eyes lovingly,

"Not a problem, doll",

After a few seconds, he solemnly pulled out of your embrace, slipping his helmet on before trailing his form over to the window,

"You're leaving for patrol, right?"

He visibly tensed at your words, heaving out a sigh,

"Yeah. Someone might suspect something if I stay any longer",

"I know", you spoke, understanding that he didn't want u to lose your job and you didn't want to either. Grabbing a few papers, you mindlessly fixed them into place, focusing your attention away,

"But, just a reminder," he tilted his head, eyes taking in your turned figure,

"This won't be the last time we meet",

You chuckled, leaning down to grab the coffee mug on your desk. Just as you turned back to look at him, all you found was the cold wind, which came whisking in from the newly opened window, alongside a soft, dark whisper,

Pairing: Jason Todd x Female!Reader

Characters: Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne

Request: If you're taking requests can you do a Jason Todd reader where they're at a Wayne gala and Jason slow dances with the Reader (bonus: jealous Jason)

Warnings: None

A/N: sadly there is no jealous jason here but i had fun writing this and i hope you guys enjoy !