quid pro quo | jason todd x sionis!reader 18+
the official beginning of the jason todd x sionis!reader timeline you have an argument with your piss poor excuse of a father, only this time, it results in him draining your bank account. angry and freshly broke, you use the only logical coping mechanism; you fuck his rival's sexy son. tw: mndi 18+, problematic reader, daddy issues, oral sex, p in v sex w/ fem!reader, top!Jason, voyuerism (rooftop sex), brief daddy kink, jason is a little ooc but it's for the plot. reader doesn't know jason is red hood here. a/n: it's the prequel, baby !! quid pro quo | pride & periods | is this love? | tremble & shake | scorn to change my state
"Are you sober?"
"Am I what?"
You and Jason Todd were meant to be rivals. At least, you considered him a rival. He had never seemed to care. Granted, he was presumed dead for most of high school, taking any hope for legitimate academic competition with him. By the time he reappeared in Gotham, your father had already decided you weren't cut out to destroy anybody - although he hadnât failed to remind you of what couldâve been the entire time Jason owned the Penguinâs hangout.Â
You still hated the guy. His apparent death had killed all the worth your father saw in you. For him to have been alive this whole time was a major slap in the face.Â
Secretly, you always thought your father wanted you to destroy Jason because he wished you were Jason. Was it really so fair that Bruce Wayne really had everything handed to him, including all the sons he could want. What was Roman Sionis stuck with? A squeamish daughter with no ambition, who couldn't even prove she was better than some adopted street kid.
Now you exist as more of a pet to him than anything else. Something for him to own, something he could keep leashed at his side, something he could brag about, as if he had any real pride for you. Which was why a single, sham threat to change your last name was enough to have your personal bank account closed.
Well, if you don't need daddy's name, you don't need his money either. It's just a lesson in responsibility.
Yeah, right. Like he wasn't going to find a way to keep you from making money of your own.
But, you could still prove your ownership over yourself. After several minutes of staring blankly at the wall when you realized your father hadnât been bluffing, you dug to the bottom of your laundry to locate the cherry colored dress that got you into anywhere for free. You werenât sure what it was you were aiming to accomplish, but the damn dress was going to ensure you didnât need the Sionis money or name to get what you wanted. Your feet moved with a mind of their own right into your favorite bar, right into the perfect tall, dark and handsome ride.Â
You hadnât recognized him at first. You hadnât seen him in person in God knows how long, not since you were 15, probably. There was nothing special about his jeans, Mickey Thompson t-shirt and leather jacket. He didnât look like a prince with the lazy way he slouched against the counter at the far end of the bar. From the entrance, his face blended in with all the others, unremarkable and unimpressive. Until the slight tug of his upper lip suddenly had you back in freshman year English, pouting as the teacher praised your would-be rivalâs take on Romeo & Juliet.Â
Finally, a six-foot-something, Wayne branded plot began to formulate.
Of course, now you're rolling your eyes at him. You hate having to repeat yourself, even over the loud buzzing of the bar.
"I said, 'are you sober'. You look sober. Are you?"
Jason Todd blinks, like he still doesn't quite understand the question. He straightens his posture, jostling the untouched pint of something between his middle finger and thumb.
"I-yeah, I am. Are you?"
You cross your arms, roll your eyes again and ignore the question. Obviously, you're sober.
"Do you know who I am?"
He looks you over thoughtfully. His gaze conveniently lingers on the pop of your hip and the cleavage peeking out of your ruby neckline. Exactly where you want it. You snicker; so maybe he's a little slow, but at least he doesn't seem to be blind.
"You're Sionis' kid, aren't you? It's been a hot minute," Jason leans forward a little, magically more invested in the conversation. The ginger man standing next to him pauses his attempts to woo a brunette to raise an eyebrow at you.
"My dad hates you."
He scoffs, taking a half hearted sip of his beer.
"And bears shit in the woods, what else is new?"
You don't remember him having that stupid white streak in his too-well-tousled hair. It was sexy. You hated it.
"Fuck me."
IPA dribbles down his idiotically strong chin. His mouth goes a little slack as he blinks once again, harder and longer this time.
"What?"
Ugh, again with the repetition.
"Fuck me. Have sex with me," you reiterate as nonchalantly as if you're asking him to move over.
The redhead next to him starts cackling. Jason glowers at him, shoving the drink into his hand with one arm while pulling you closer with the other. It only takes him a gentle tug to pull your chest to broad chest. He leans down so his lips brush against your ear, his crooked nose nudging the side of your head.
"Hey, you sure you're sober?"
The warmth of his breath in contrast with his mouth, still cool from his glass, sends a shiver down your spine.
"I'm dead sober."
"Okay, you see how I might doubt that given you just walked up to me and asked me to have sex with you."
You push him away and it's like pushing into a brick wall. A very muscular brick wall. "Look, Wayne-"
"Todd."
"Whatever. Even if I wanted to drink, I couldn't because my father drained my entire bank account."
Jason tilts his head, causing a lock of white hair to fall across his crooked nose.Â
"And why'd he do that?"
You hum amiably, curling your pretty maroon nails around his thick forearm.Â
"I'll tell you if you fuck me," you promise, batting your eyelashes as you place your other hand over his heart. Much to your frustration, his heartbeat is slow and steady. His sharp face has lost its earlier shock. He looks at ease, pleasantly entertained, with a slight smirk and a cocked slitted eyebrow.Â
"I think that's called extortion, baby girl."
"It's only extortion if I'm threatening you," you snap back. You should know, your father's an expert in it. You take a small breath, smoothing out your tone again, "I'm just keeping my business to myself. So, I'd call this more of a quid pro quo."
"It's a quid pro quo if I'm getting something substantial out of it," he says this but at the same time, two large hands are sliding over your hips with a featherlight touch. His nails briefly press into your skin.Â
Something in your belly tightens. Maybe heâs a more worthy opponent than youâd initially assumed.Â
You tip your head up as you stand on your tiptoes and sneak your much smaller hands under his jacket, brushing up his warm sides. He sucks in a sharp breath.Â
"If you really had no desire to fuck me, this conversation would've ended by now,â your voice is dripping in something venomously sweet. âAnd I'm not going to claim I have any idea of what's happening in your own business, but if I had to take a wild guess as to who in this room has the most to gain from fucking Roman Sionis' daughter, you'd be at the top of the list. Even if it's just for the bragging rights."
"You should know youâre worth more than just bragging rights, princess,â he says, rolling a fold of your dress between his fingers with a condescending shake of his head. You wonder if he can feel the heat radiating from underneath.Â
"Prove it."
"...and you're sure you're sober?"
"Wanna test my breath?"
He snorts at your bad line, but his index and thumb are already caging your chin between them. He considers you for one more moment, then kisses you.
You can taste the single sip of beer, but itâs not as strong as the fading taste of a cigarette. His lips move against yours with intent, as if seeking out a falter in your sobriety. Their search comes up empty, leaving behind nothing but a thin string of spit and the overwhelming desire for more of him.
"What's your plan then? Risk it in a bathroom stall?"
You loath how utterly girlish the grin on your lips is.
"Nah, I know a spot upstairs."
***
"You're freaky, you know that?â Jason teases as you push open the roof access.Â
"The cameras up here have a delay. My dad's people won't be able to snitch until tomorrow morning, so we have all the time in the world,â you smirk at the way his eyes bug out, tugging on the collar of his jacket with a sly wink. âDonât worry. The cameras donât pick up anything that happens on the ground. Plausible deniability.âÂ
He gestures to the roof set-up. The ledge comes up high enough to hide from peeping neighbors, but a string of yellow Christmas lights keeps the spot well illuminated.
"Yeah? And what about other prying eyes? You aren't worried Batman's gonna show up and scold us for public indecency?âÂ
The mental image is funnier than you let him think. You give him an amused little hum as you press yourself against his chest, walking two fingers up his ridiculously prominent bicep.Â
"Hmm, technically this is private property and besides, this is Red Hood's territory."
"Red Hood? You really are freaky.âÂ
His lips are twinged ruby from being a human breathalyzer. A thin sheen of your lip gloss reflects the warm light surrounding you. Little scars decorate his hard face like freckles. You trace over a recent nick under his eye.Â
"Please fuck me, Jason.âÂ
His arms are still at his side. His fingers twitch, either from anticipation or anxiety.Â
"You're sure you want this?"
"Fucking positive. Do you?"
The green of his eyes are shadowed by his hooded eyes. His unflinching gaze is locked in on you. Thereâs a weight to it that seems to put pressures on all the right places.Â
"Oh, fuck yeah, I do."
He doesnât stop to think this time before he kisses you. Itâs harder than earlier, his hands roaming your body. He had his moment to explore your cherry flavored mouth, now heâs taking what he wants. What you both want.Â
Thereâs no shared breath between you as you suck on his bottom lip, ensuring your lip gloss is smeared everywhere. A large hand snakes its way up your spine to grip the back of your head. You gasp as fingernails dig into your scalp and Jason takes advantage of your parted lips to run his tongue over yours.Â
You rack your nails over his stomach, catching the muscular grooves of his abdomen to make his shudder. You flatten your palm to sneak it downwards when he retaliates by grazing over your tailbone. You quiver under his touch, feeling that obnoxious smirk on his face.Â
âTell me,â he pants between wet smacks, âifâ, smack, âif anythingâsâ, smack smack, âtoo much.âÂ
This gives you pause. What a chivalrous sentiment from a man whoâs about to ram his cock into you on the dirty ground of a bar rooftop where Red Hood might see just to trifle with your father. Actually, you werenât sure anyone had offered you that sentiment before. It has you rubbing your thighs together.Â
Something unmistakable and hard pokes your belly as your hips meet. His tongue feels along the ridges of your lips before licking between them, once again filling your mouth with him.Â
Cigarettes have never tasted so good.Â
The arm around your waist slides to fill his free hand with your ass. You alarm yourself by letting out a muffled moan when he squeezes. Heâs going to make a mess of you much quicker than anticipated.Â
Itâs just because the cameras are picking this part up, you think to yourself, Iâm still in charge, Jason Todd isnât going to get the best of-
Your thoughts are interrupted by the hand on your ass rounding your hip. Two fingers play with the hem of your short dress and pull the skirt up to reveal the skimpy thong underneath. Jason finally pries himself away from your mouth to get a good look, letting out a low whistle as he admires the coordinating colors.Â
âYouâre so organized, arenât you?â He croons in a much gruffer voice than heâs been using. The rough pads of his fingers knead circles into your thigh, making you keen. âDaddy must really be stressinâ you out, baby girl. Youâre so tight, need to unwindâŠâÂ
You let out a little breath as the hand on your head moves to cup your chin. Jasonâs lips are satisfyingly swollen and a rash of scarlet has started to spread across his cheeks, although itâs nothing compared to the heat rising in yours. The fingers at your thigh skim inward, ghosting over the elastic of your underwear.Â
âThis alright?â
Later youâll curse yourself for not saying something snarkier or dirtier, for not grabbing the outline of his cock and reminding him whose idea this wasâŠbut right now, thereâs nothing in the world you want more than for this man to touch your pussy.Â
You nod, âPlease, Jason-â
âPlease, what?â
Oh, this fucker with his little smug expression.Â
âPleaseâŠPlease touch me, Jason.âÂ
Although every time you say his name, his chest tightens up beneath your palms.Â
He cups your sex, feeling along the thinning string keeping you covered. Your eyes widen as you realize itâs clinging to your lower lips. His index and middle fingers are cold against the thin fabric of your thong. It's a sharp juxtaposition from his hot breath on your lips, then your jaw, then your neck.Â
Dagger-like canines whet the skin of your throat. The tip of his tongue drags a straight line down your jugular while the tips of his fingers trace circles over your flimsy underwear.
âSo wet,â Jason lets out a pleased hum, snapping the string with a thawk to make you jolt. âAnd in these pathetic excuse for panties? I wouldnât be surprised if you left something behind in the bar.âÂ
Your natural instinct is to retort, but you donât have a chance to get a word in before heâs pushing the flimsy fabric aside and swiping his middle finger through your slit.Â
âDaddy makes you mad and the first thing you do is parade yourself around with your fucking pussy out. You just went out looking for trouble, didnât you.âÂ
âNuh-ah-uh,â you protest weakly, gripping his shoulders for support. Heâs massaging your lower lips with false mercy. âWasnât looking for anything until I-ah-until-ahh-til I saw you.â
His canine bites down as his thumb presses your clit like itâs a button. Two fingers slip inside you with an embarrassing amount of ease and you whine as they scissor you open.Â
âYou really know what youâre doing,â you huff, a half hearted attempt at a joke. He pauses, as if heâs surprised to hear you say that. His fingers freeze up inside you, then start to pump in and out carefully - cautiously even.
âMaybe thatâs just what you needed, hmm,â he muses into your skin, planting another wave of kisses along your jawline. âSomeone who knows what heâs doing to help you loosen up.âÂ
Heâs straining painfully against you. It seems unfair to let him do all the work when heâs also begging to be fucked to shreds. You reach for his cock, only for his fingers to retract from your cunt and curl around your wrist.Â
You whine, both at the sudden lack of him inside you and your foiled attempts to gain some control. Your knees nearly buckle as he removes his arms all together to shrug off his jacket. But he merely tuts, âNone of that, princess. Why donât you lay back down? I think the cameras got enough.âÂ
Well, fuck it. You told him to treat you like a trophy, no point in confusing the man now.Â
He drapes his jacket on the ground before twining his arms around your waist and shoulders to lower you down on top of it. The inside is surprisingly soft against the exposed parts of your back.Â
âYou just gotta let me take care of you, baby,â Jason coos, gently grabbing your ankles to move your legs apart. He takes his sweet time dragging your panties off, letting each callous on his hands hit your smooth thighs. âLook at that pretty fuckinâ pussy. Youâre gonna taste so fuckinâ sweet.âÂ
Taste?
âWhatâre you-â
âShh, trust me,â he says, coming up to kiss you. He pushes your dress up to your waist, stopping to rub your hip affectionately. âYouâre gonna be glad I did this. We can stop if you get uncomfortable.âÂ
He kisses either thigh as he dips his head between your legs, his black hair tickling your skin. You suck in a breath of anticipation, but he steals it when he places an open mouth kiss on your slit.Â
You crane your head to look at him. Not a single other person has done this to you before. You were beginning to think it was just some sort of myth, but the way Jason licks from your hole to your clit with a blistering, flat tongue is suddenly very real - and very good.Â
He blows a harsh breath on your clit before delving back into your cunt. He licks his way into you, filling you with a new strange, wet sensation. His tongue is hot on your already burning core and you think you might melt into a puddle. You bite your lip, but itâs not enough to stop the pathetic cries that come out of you as Jason Todd, your alleged nemesis who never paid you any mind, the son of the dull pain in your fatherâs ass, eats you out.Â
The sound is obscene and loud, masking your soft pants. The wet noise echoes off the high walls of the ledge while Jason works your cunt with a stupid amount of precision. His mouth is sloppy, engulfing you whole. But, his tongue is tactical, taking its time to draw out a map of all the places that make you moan and squirm.Â
âOh God, oh God!â You cry out, your hands flying to grab a fistful of black and white hair as he laps at you. His arms hook around your knees to yank you closer. Heâs unreal, unrelenting in his dining. When he switches to deliver kitten licks to your clit, two fingers take his tongueâs place in your hole.Â
You buck upwards as his fingers curl inside you, easily stroking at that sweet spot just out of reach of your own fingers. His free arm pins your twitching hips down, and thatâs when you officially relinquish all control to him.Â
âJason, ahhhâ you groan, every muscle and nerve in your body quaking. âJason, Iâm gonnaâŠplease let meâŠâ
He doesnât need to be told twice. He sucks down on your button, letting his teeth graze the nerves in just the right way to send that unforgiving twinge up to your belly until it whites out your vision. Your orgasm floods his face, but he keeps licking until it stops. Only then does he pull away, giving you a shit eating grin dripping in more than just lip gloss and beer. Â
âThatâs a good fuckinâ girl, asking so nicely. And so damn sensitive, itâs cute.â
Your heart races at being called a good girl. You should be spent already, but something about the fact that he made you cum in only ten minutes makes you want even more.Â
He rises to his knees and you stare at him in awe as his body towers over you, blocking out anything but the hungry gleam of his eyes, the carnivorous bite of his lip, the mounting sweat of his skin. Anything but him.Â
The lights glow gold behind him, crowing your own personal Apollo with his halo. His pupils are blown out, but his stare hasnât lost its cool. You, on the other hand, are trembling beneath him, your pussy clenching at the sound of his zipper coming undone.Â
Your eyes bug out to match the size of the cock he pulls from his jeans. Itâs stiff as it fills his grasp, already leaking into his palm. He grins proudly at your awe.Â
âSee why I wanted to warm you up, pretty girl?â
The adrenaline of the moment gives you the strength to sit up and press your worshipful lips to the ruddy head, revealing in the way it twitches. The remnants of your lip gloss add to its shine. Jason mixes it with his spit as he spreads it across his veiny flesh. Â
âYouâre a God, Jason Todd.âÂ
He bends down to reward your praise with a kiss, a briny tang replacing the burn of tobacco. Your hands come up to caress his jaw before dropping to his shoulders, proactively digging into his t-shirt. Your lips pull away from his to connect to his neck, repaying him for the bruises he decorated you with earlier.Â
He hums in pleasure, tipping his head to give you better access. He smears your lipgloss residue onto his hand and lubes his cock with a Lime Crime Wet Cherry and spit cocktail.Â
Youâre so wrapped up in leaving a toothy imprint in the junction of his neck that you miss the hard switch in his expression. You yelp as he grips your thighs and hooks them over his hips, pinning you beneath him. Your torso flies back, but he reflexively catches your head before it can smack against the concrete.Â
He continues to cradle you, steadying himself as he drags his tip along your slit excruciatingly slow. He tuts and taps your clit when you bite back a moan.Â
âDonât hold back now, beautiful,â he taunts, prodding your entrance with his blunt head. âWhatâs the matter, worried Red Hood might hear you?â
You try to grind against him and snarl when he pulls his cock away, âDonât fucking tease me, jackass.âÂ
Jason slaps his cock against you, then rests it on your belly. He lets out an amused scoff, âWasnât I a God thirty seconds ago?â
âForgot to mention Iâm an atheist.âÂ
You cross your arms like you arenât flat on your back with your legs up, but no poker face can hide the desperate squirm of your hips.Â
The bastard shakes his head and the weight of him shifts over your gut, âYou just canât help being a brat, can you? And to think, you were being such a good girl fâme.âÂ
âOnly because you were being nice-â
âI can be nice again, sweetheart,â his voice is low as he spits out the pet name. âBut you gotta be patient.âÂ
âI wasnât raised to be particularly- AH!âÂ
The head of his cock bullies its way past your labia and sits at the ready. You can already feel yourself stretching to accommodate him. Itâs just the tip and itâs already bigger than anything youâve ever had.Â
âYou ready?â He whispers. You nod with a strained whine, but itâs not enough for him. âTake a breath, I gotta hear your voice, pretty girl.â
âI-â
Your heart pounds so fast, it stops for the split second that those sharp greens irises soften. His thumb rubs a circle behind your ear.Â
âYeah,â you suck in one last breath. âIâm ready.âÂ
âJust - hmm - Just tell me if you need me to stop.âÂ
Your mouth falls open as he starts to push in. When you first saw his size, you had expected it to sting. But instead of sharp pain, he fills you with an instant and, based on the snailâs pace heâs moving at, neverending pressure.Â
âOh, babyâŠOh, thatâs it, thatâs it, nice and slow.âÂ
Itâs so much. Itâs so good. Every bump and groove makes itself known as he buries himself inch by inch, rubbing against you.Â
"Fuck, you have a big cock," you groan, letting your head fall back on his jacket. He has the audacity to snort as he sinks the rest of himself into you, until his hips finally grate against yours.
The hand holding your head slips out from under you and pulls down the strap of your dress. Your already stiff nipple becomes absolutely statuesque when it meets the night air.Â
"Yeah? Well, you got a big fuckin' attitude, asking a man you barely know to come fuck you on a rooftop. You do this a lot?"
The edge of a callous catches your nipple.Â
"No! Just f'you!" You squeak with a jolt.Â
The callous turns into an entire paw, squeezing your entire breast harshly. You push upwards into the base of his palm, brushing your nipple against the defined lines.Â
"Just for me? Just had to have me?"
Jason leans in closer, so you can feel each hot strained exhale.
"Had to have you!"
Thereâs little more than a hair between your noses. That big strong hand finds its way to your throat.Â
"No one else pisses off your daddy as much?"
You have no explanation for what slipped out of you next.Â
In your entire sexual experience, you had refused to speak them. And more determined men than this one had tried to squeeze it out of you.Â
But something about the hand on your throat and the breath on your lips had you shouting,Â
"You're my daddy!âÂ
Something flashes in his eyes and for a moment, youâre worried you fucked up. He freezes up. His face falls blank and his mouth goes taut as he considers your words. The hand supporting his weight jerks next to your head while you pant anxiously. You get the sense that this is a first for him too.Â
Then he lets out a breathless laugh.Â
"Yeah. Yeah, that's right, baby. I'm your daddy.â
He pulls out of you without warning or sympathy. Your hips chase his blindly, your hole weeping for his cock to come back. He sits back on his knees and hauls your ass over his thighs, spreading you open on his wide lap.Â
"You holding on tight, baby?â
You waste no time securing fistfuls of his shirt, the white logo distorting in your clutch. He lines himself up to your entrance again, brushing the sweat off your brow.Â
"You tell me if it's too much, yeah?"
âOf course, daddy.âÂ
He grins, his sharp canines glinting. âGood girl.âÂ
He abandons his slow and steady routine to shove himself into you. He so graciously gives you a moment to re-welcome him with a little squeeze before heâs pounding into you, ramming in and out of you at an unforgiving pace.Â
You make a valiant attempt to move with him. Really, you do. But the man is actively reducing you to a huffing and puffing ragdoll. The angle he has you at leaves you nowhere to go but the end of his cock. You want to say something, to egg him on, however all that tumbles out of your gaping mouth is a series of choked uhs and ahs.Â
That is until he hits a spot you didnât even know existed and you let out an honest to God scream. In your defense, the speed at which he fucks you is utterly inhuman. If you didn't know better, you'd think it was Superman taking his fill of you.
He slows, moving just enough to rub up against that sensitive point. He revels in the way your legs crush his sides, your trembling knees digging into his ribs.Â
âOh, that feels good, doesnât it, baby,â he groans. He plunges in as deep as he can go, lifting your hips like youâre made of clouds. Something in you pinches and burns as you open up even more for him. Â
He readjusts you with a grunt and sets a new brutal rhythm; fucking you fast and hard, then easing up when he strokes something that makes you shudder.
âPretty girl,â he mutters, âGood girlâŠso goodâŠso so fuckinâ goodâŠâ
Like clockwork, you gasp every time he slows down and drags his cock in or out of you. He lets you feel every minute detail, graciously allowing you to appreciate what he's giving you, before he's striking every sweet spot like lightning again.
âCome on, let Red Hood hear you.âÂ
White, red and gold flashes before your eyes. Your mouth falls open dumbly as you cry out for your former woud-be-rival. Although there was ecstasy exploding from your core to your belly, the best feeling was him gasping your name in turn.Â
He pulls out of you just as he finishes, your name still falling from his swollen lips. With a heave of his chest, he rolls off of you and lands with a thump at your side. You pant together, waiting for the stars to pause their dancing.Â
âGonna tell me why your dad took your dough now?â He finally puffs out.Â
âFuck, I donât even remember,â you laugh hoarsely. Jason snaps his head up to look at you. Dumbfounded is an adorable look on him.Â
âSo you lure me into making a sextape for you, then conveniently forget your end of the bargain?â
âItâs not my fault you fucked my brains out,â you shrug as you sit up. You take an agonizing moment to stretch so you can enjoy the glare on his face. âWhy do you wanna know so badly anyway?â
He sits up next to you, running a hand through his thoroughly tousled hair, âIâm gonna need another deal if you want me to start revealing my secrets.âÂ
Jason Toddâs a quick thinker, you have to give him that. You consider him, consider the possibility of extending this hook-up into a full fledged thing. There has to be more to gain than lose. If you play your cards right, maybe you can beat your father to destroying the Wayne legacy. OrâŠmaybe you can get your revenge by weaving yourself into it. Either way, youâll ensure you come out on top.Â
âTell you what,â you say, standing up and trying to ignore the way your legs shake. âIâm free tomorrow night. Do that thing with your tongue again and it might jog my memory. Iâll do something with my tongue and see if that doesnât inspire you to share.âÂ
He scoffs, âYouâre a little business mongrel, yâknow that?â You roll your eyes, but extend your hand out to help him up. He looks at your hand for a moment, narrowing his eyes. Then he accepts it, cautiously wrapping his large hand around your smaller one like heâs handling a snake. âNo more rooftops,â he decides. âAnd no more up close cameras.âÂ
You nod, âFair. But Iâm not calling you daddy again either. That was a one time thing.âÂ
Jason laughs. Itâs just a short bark, but itâs genuine. âNo problem. Itâs not really my thing either. I just appreciated its dramatics for tonightâs purposes.âÂ
The corners of your lips twitch upwards.Â
âSoâŠWe have a deal?â
He gives your hand a firm shake, although it doesnât betray the suspicion in those unnerving green eyes.Â
âI think you said it best yourself, princess. I think we have a quid pro quo.âÂ
Something heavy settles in your chest like a weighted blanket as you shake his hand. Itâs not an uncomfortable feeling, itâs just that you sense Jason Todd is going to be around for a long time. And youâre going to get everything you can out of him.Â









