#jay bird

Your ex might still be hopelessly in love with you. The only problem? He’s crazy:)

Part 2

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warning/contains: angst, violence, blood, language

a/n: first things first. i can’t believe i wrote this whole thing after I convinced myself part one was just a Drabble i did at 2 am. you guys???? I’ve never had so many asks for a part 2 before😭😭😭y’all are unhinged but I adore you so here’s your part 2 i hope you lovelies like it as much as the first one^^

notes: i was talked into writing this but i had much fun:p we all love ourselves a mentally unhinged, possessive, crazy Jason Todd now, don’t we?

"Will you stop doing that? We can't keep changing our Patrol routes because you want to stalk your girlfriend, Todd." Damian says, ever the blunt one.

Jason is crouched near the ledge of a rooftop, white slits of his mask fixed on the window of the apartment building before them. The lights are off and it doesn't sit right with him. You should be home by now.

"Ex-girlfriend." Tim corrects, a finger raised. Dick nudges him in the ribs with a hissed, "Seriously?" Tim shrugs.

Jason sighs like a man who's had enough of life lately. "I am not stalking her, brat. I am looking out for her. There's a difference." His voice comes out strained, fighting against the emotions that lodge in his throat every single time you're mentioned.

Damian frowns, crossing his arms, following Jason's gaze to your apartment window. "You're scaring her is what you're doing."

Tim joins Damian, standing beside Jason, squinting into the darkness, "I heard she got a new guy, Jason. How long are you gonna be like this, man?"

Jason's jaw clenches. He tilts his head up to glare at his brothers. "Which one of you wants to die first?"

Damian is about to protest when Dick shuts him up with a hand on his shoulder. "Guys, can we not?"

The boys turn away, grumbling. Dick sighs, hands on his hips as he stares down at Jason. "But seriously, Jay, you need to stop this, don't you think?"

Jason shrugs, knowing that whatever Dick is about to say will obviously be right. He also knows he'll obviously ignore it.

"She's not home yet. She's always home by this time." Jason states, eyes scanning the streets below him. Hoping to find a sign of you. Something to assure himself that you're safe and sound and not bleeding out in some alleyway like his brain insists on telling him.

Dick swallows, expression full of nothing but sympathy and hurt. "Maybe she's out with her boyfriend, Jay." The word "boyfriend" feels heavy on his tongue. He knows Jason isn't doing well. He knows the guilt and pain is eating him alive. He knows that the "boyfriend" he is talking about was supposed to be Jason.

Jason gets up, his fists clenched. "He's not her fucking boyfriend, Dick."

Jason walks away, ignoring the stares he gets from his brothers. The last thing he needs right now is pity.

They’re right. And he knows it. He has been acting… crazy. You’re not his to protect anymore. It’s not his place to want to keep you safe anymore. He’s not looking out for you—he’s becoming what he’s always been afraid of—a ghost in your life.

He remembers the day he ended things with you. How he cried every night for weeks. How he hated himself—hates himself, still—more than you could ever hate him.

“I don’t understand.” Your voice trembled, you were being so brave. And he was being so fucking cruel. “You show up after weeks. You look like hell. You won’t tell me what happened. Jason… I can only help you if you let me—“

“I don’t need your help.” His reply was curt. Cold. You hated when he was like that and Jason knew it. Yet, in that moment, when he was hurting from all the things he couldn’t tell you about, hurting you too was what made sense to him. Or at least, pushing you away until you had no choice but to leave.

But you—god, you had a knack for never letting him go. Even when he was coming undone and taking you with him in the process. Even when he was broken glass, you were never scared of getting your hands cut open. Well, until that night, anyway.

“You do. You know you do.” Your lip trembled. He hated himself for what he was about to do.

“I can’t do this. Not right now. Not—not ever. I don’t need your help. I don’t need you. And I sure as hell don’t need this excuse of a relationship we’ve got going on. You’re—you’re so much better off without me. And maybe it’s what’s best for both of us.”

The way your expression broke. The way your heart broke. It makes his chest cave in to this day.

He left you. He ruined the one good thing he ever had. And then, as if it wasn’t enough, he showed up at your house expecting a cup of coffee and a hug.

“Bet he sleeps through the night, huh? Does he fuck you like I did, baby? Does he make you scream like I did? Does he make you feel good enough?”

Jason winces when he remembers the words that spilled out of him. He threatened to kill your new boyfriend distraction for fucks sake.

God, what was he even thinking?

Jason has always prided himself on his control. His discipline. But with you? It’s all out of the window. There’s not one damn thing he wouldn’t do to win you back. To have you love him again.

You’re walking hand in hand with your boyfriend. He has been rambling about some old building he once visited in London since you stepped out of the restaurant. But you’re not listening to him, your eyes are wandering everywhere.

It’s late. Later than you’re usually out of the house. Later than Jason used to say it’s safe. Every dark alley makes your heart race, every laughter sounds cruel and shrill in the silence of the night. It’s Gotham. You shouldn’t be out here.

“…And would you believe the paintings i saw there? They were splendid.”

You chuckle half heartedly, clutching his arm. You remember how it was with Jason. You’re always remembering how it was with Jason. If he was here right now, you would never feel the dread that seems to claw at your skin at the moment. It felt safe. You were protected—always, no matter what. Because if nothing else, you know Jason Todd is someone who will take a bullet for you without blinking twice.

You take the turn towards your apartment. It’s darker in the narrower Alley and your heart picks up. Your boyfriend—William—finally picks up on your unease and shuts up.

“You al’ight, love?” He asks, patting your hand over his arm.

You nod, your smile tight. The alleyway is only lit up by a broken streetlight. The dark corners seem to glare at you. “Fine.” You mutter, “it’s just… Gotham.”

It’s like you summon bad news with those words. As soon as they leave your mouth, you hear a noise from one of the shadows and then, of course, movement. A man—tall and huge—steps out of the shadows. His face is covered with a black mask. The knife in his hand glints under the flickering yellow light.

Your heart drops into the pit of your stomach. Beside you, William freezes, his lips parting in shock. As if getting mugged is a rare occurrence in Gotham.

“Now, there’s a pretty girl.” The man mutters, eyes raking over your form before they shift to your boyfriend. He's not even in a hurry to take your money and run. No. He's enjoying this.

You swallow, signalling at your purse. "Just take whatever you want."

He tilts his head, stepping forward. "Poor choice of words, darlin'”

You frown, and William—for some godforsaken reason—steps between you and the man. You curse under your breath, fumbling for the pepper spray Jason used to make sure you always kept in your purse.

How you have time to reminisce about your ex boyfriend in the middle of getting mugged, however, is beyond you.

William takes out his wallet slowly, but the man is already pushing him out of the way and lunging at you. He grabs your wrist first, tossing the pepper spray away.

You stomp his foot with all the energy you can muster. It all happens so fast, but the self defence lessons Jason used to teach you at random moments of the day come in handy. “It’s Gotham, babe, and I need you to know what to do if I am not there when somethin’ happens, ‘kay?” He would tell you with a soft smile and a concerned look, cradling your face in big hands as you prepared to punch him in the ribs. “Though, I’m sure that day ain’t coming anytime soon.” But it did. And now you’re in it.

The man curses before pulling away and slapping you across the face. “Fucking bitch—“

You stumble back, a sharp pain shoots through the side of your head and the entire world spins before your eyes. But, even when your ear is buzzing and you’re sure that your forehead is bleeding, the unmistakable thud of boots behind you makes it easier to breathe.

You haven’t even turned to look, but you know it’s him. It’s in the way the air shifts, how your chest loosens, how that overwhelming dread lifts just a little. Because he came. Somehow, he always does.

The man who hurt you is on the ground before you register it. The Red Helmet glints in the moonlight as Jason crashes against him. He picks the man up by the collar and punches him hard. Once.

Then again. And again. And again.

Your eyes widen, and almost like on instinct, you’re stepping forward before you know it. Your jaw hurts, you feel a little light headed and your hair is damp. It’s raining. You don’t remember when it started raining.

“Jay—Hood. Stop it.” You yell over the sound of the rain and the man’s painful whimpers. “You’ll kill him!”

Jason stops, turning to look at you. “That’s pretty much the fucking point. He hit you!”

William’s eyes widen, flickering between you and the murderous vigilante. You can only imagine how you’re going to explain this one.

Jason turns to the man’s disfigured face. “How dare you fucking touch her, huh? How dare you fucking do this?”

Another punch lands. And you hear a crack. You grab Jason’s arm with both of yours, “Please.”

That’s what does it. Your pleading. Jason pauses, breathing heavily. He stares at you, the white slits of the helmet fixed on your face before he’s dropping the man. He hits the ground, groaning. It’s impossible to ignore the way he’s cradling his hand—the one he slapped you with—it’s broken. And that’s the least damage Jason has done.

Because now he’s turning to you with all the warmth you made yourself believe he never had. He cradles your face and you’re crying before you know it. You don’t care that his gloves are covered in blood, you don’t care that he’s literally Red Hood at the moment.

“God… fuck. Are you okay? Hurt bad, baby? Let me see—“

William is still perplexed. And it’s his wandering, wide eyes that bring you back to reality. You step away from Jason’s touch and he freezes. His stance immediately changes from the man you know he is to the man the world sees him as. From soft to stoic. From hurt to angry.

William seems relieved, for some reason. He steps forward, brushing his damp, blonde hair back. “Thank you for showing up. I don’t know what we would have—“

He doesn’t get to finish the sentence. Because before he can, Jason’s fist meets his face in a brutal punch that makes you flinch in your place. You hear a fucking crack.

“Oh my god! No! Jason, what the fuck?!”

You’re shaking when you push Jason away. William falls against the wall, cradling his now broken nose.

“Oh god—“ He cries, too gone to hear your hushed words.

The anger, the hurt, the pain—it all crashes over you at once—and then you’re standing straight, glaring at Jason with the rain still going on above head.

“What is your problem?!” You yell, pushing him. He doesn’t move. Simply lifts his hands up to remove the helmet.

You hate how your breath catches. He looks so miserable and yet, still so beautiful. His eyes are like emerald stones under the moonlight, and his hair is beginning to stick to his forehead from sweat and rain.

“He’s supposed to keep you safe! He’s supposed to fucking do something!” Jason yells back, and you blink, the entirety of everything crashing over you once again. “He just stood there when another man touched you—hit you. You should be happy breaking his fucking nose is all I’ve done.”

The rain makes this confrontation feel all the more melodramatic. “I don’t need you to do anything! I don’t need you to play hero! I don’t need you to keep coming back into my fucking life. I’m tired of this, Jason! This is tiring!” You scream. You lie. Deep down, you’re glad he came. You’re glad he saved you. You’re glad you’re seeing him again. But your mouth takes over your mind.

Your emotions are a jumbled mess. You want him to hug you and never let go as much as you want him to disappear and never show his face again. You want to confide into him, fall apart and let him catch you as much as you want your pain to mean something. You love him as much as you hate him. You need him, even when you wish you didn’t.

Jason steps forward, panting. You’re sure William has passed out behind you. You should care, you really should. But at the moment, you don’t.

“I will always protect you.” Jason says, each word loud and heavy enough for you to hear it. “No matter what. Got that?”

You fight the tears in your eyes. “You punched my boyfriend!”

“He had one fucking job!”

You scoff, it’s bitter and mean and pained. “It’s not his job to protect me! It’s not yours, either. I don’t belong to you anymore, Jason—“

The words die on your tongue when Jason’s palm clasps the back of your neck. His eyes are on you—intense and dark—and it makes your body go cold and hot at the same time. He’s angry—no, not angry—he’s fucking furious.

His grip isn’t necessarily painful, but it’s enough to remind you of the sheer strength he has. It’s enough to remind you of who he is, and who he tries so hard not to be with you.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” He says, eyes locked against yours. He’s so close now, you can feel his breath fan across your face. You can feel the heat of his body even when you’re soaked in the rain. “You are mine. Mine to protect. Mine to take care of. Always. And a boyfriend, or a… a break up won’t change that.” He pauses, forehead resting against yours as if his words aren’t a literal threat. “I don’t care how many bones I need to break before you’ve got that clear in your head.”

With that, Jason walks away in the rain. You’re standing there, mourning the betrayal of your own heart. God, that should’ve scared you—but it didn’t. And that scares you more.

Because Jason Todd is the man who threatened to kill your boyfriend. Who did punch him in the face. He’s the man who almost killed someone for you—and will do so again without regrets. Jason Todd is the man who will always be in your blood and bones. Jason Todd is the man you’ve desperately tried to hate. Yet, he is the only man you’ve ever loved.

a/n: now there’s gonna be three parts suffer with me

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and man. its really looking like i killed a giant blue jay.

for those wondering what type of clothing its going to be. uhhhhhh sorry i don’t actually have a clue.

the original idea was to take an old hoody i liked and sew quilted feathers to it. but with the addition of jeans in the mix, its really starting to get heavy. and i need to add more feathers :/ so uhhhhhh if anyone has any suggestions for the attachments be my guest. cuz other than heavy duty fabric sew to the hoodie i got no idea

but the more ive worked on it the more i realize idk if i actually want the hoodie to be the base, just cuz i want and need something sturdier.

It's the final bird down

(dun na na naaa na)

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The tufted jay 💚💚💚