#teddy!verse

Jason heard the sippy cup fall off the high chair and sighed, "Baby girl," he said, "It's gonna fall the same no matter where you drop it fro-"

"Fuck!"

Clear as a bell. There it was. And all he could do was laugh. "You're your mommy's daughter aren't you?", he chuckled, picking her up and kissing her cheeks.

"Fuck!"

"Okay now wait until I can get it on video for mommy," he said pulling out his phone. "This is why we can't take you to lives anymore," he said. "Grandpa is gonna have a stroke."

"Fuck!"

"Jay it's fine I can- you don't have to-"

"Mama bear," Jayson said gently, cutting you off with a kiss and taking his sleeping daughter out of your arms, "You need me at home. You need help."

"But."

"No buts," he said honestly. "It's gonna be hard. But. I can't risk you. Or the kids. And I want-" He exhaled slowly, "All I've ever known is surviving. And Dying. And now- I don't have to do that anymore. I can come home and... none of that matters. There's something worth protecting." He kissed you again and rested his forehead against yours.

"But I can-"

"You could," he said. "I know you'd walk away from it all tomorrow. Be a housewife and a full time mommy but- You'd hate it, baby. You don't WANT to stay home. You don't WANT to give up your company. And you need to create stuff. It's who you are."

"And you want to be a stay-at-home daddy?" you ask, carding fingers through his hair.

"If it means my mama bear and my kids are safe," he said earnestly.

"And this isn't a ploy to sweet talk me into having another baby?" you tease, kissing his jaw.

"Maybe a little," he chuckled. "You're just so cute when you can't get off the couch-"

"It's too squishy," you pout, cheeks heating.

"It's the perfect amount of squishy," he said unrepentantly, grinning at you as he cuddled Tilde. "Comfy enough that you get a nice nap and a big enough pain in the ass to get off of that you're not moving unless you gotta-"

"Jay-"

"Lemme knock you up again and I'll prove it," he teased, "You got your best naps stretched out on the couch."

"If we have any more babies before we get married your dad is gonna have a stroke-"

"Fine," Jason snorted, "But if we come back from the honeymoon-"

"Are you telling me you're just gonna keep me in the hotel room the whole time?" you challenge, taking your daughter back when she fussed to be fed.

"No," he snorted, mildly offended. "The room, the pool, the car, on the beach... Mama Bear, if you think we're not going to have a whole vacation you're crazy."

"Jay-"

"You're my children's mother," he said. "Love of my life... Not just a baby mama." He handed you a burp rag for Tilde and bent to kiss the top of your head. "If we're going on a honeymoon, we're gonna have the time of our lives- and if I get my way, well- all your panties are gonna go missing."

"Jason!"

"Whatcha making, Teddy?" Jason asked, peering over his shoulder and ruffling his hair.

"A card for Y/N," he said.

"Why?"

"So I have it for Mother's day," he said. "She's not my mom but- is that weird?"

"No," he said, smiling. "She'll love it."

"She's really cool."

"She is," he agreed, "Do you think we should get her some flowers too?"

"Yeah," he said, "Some daisies?"

"She likes daisies. Rainbow ones?"

"Yeah! Are we picking her up from the airport?"

"Jason" Bruce scolded, "What did you do to that child and why is she making that noise?"

"Teething," Jason explained, shifting Tilde over and rocking her gently.

"Poor thing," he tutted, holding his arms out to take her and give Jason a break from being slobbered on. "My poor sweetheart. Dad's doing his best." He rested his cheek on her head and watched Jason rifle through her baby bag for a minute, handing her a teether to gnaw on for a while, the tension in his shoulders relaxing visibly when she went from wailing to whimpering. "That's a little better," he hummed, sinking into his desk chair.

"Much," Jason said nodding, glancing down at his phone, and frowning.

"Is Y/N still working?" he asked, glancing at the clock.

"Yeah. I dropped Teddy off to have dinner with her. Give her a break from trying to negotiate getting the other three to buy her out of the company."

"Wha-" Bruce broke off frowning and rubbed Tilde's back when she fussed. "Why?"

"Something's got to give. She can't do the bulk of the housework, the childcare, and run a company- even if we have people come in she'd still have to oversee all that- She's really good at organizing but, fuck."

"And you don't agree?" He asked, waiting. Not sure what to make of the knot in his stomach.

"No," he said, "I don't. She built that fucking company- it wouldn't EXIST like it does without her. She's the driving force behind all of it. All the stories. All the biggest deals-" He broke off and shook his head, "She built it from thin air and I can't-"

"And this doesn't have anything to do with her kidnapping?" Bruce asked, unconsciously cuddling his granddaughter a little closer.

"That's part of it," he said. "I can't protect her if she's on the other side of the country- not if I'm working a case or doing... other things."

Bruce watched him and nodded slowly, "So something has to give-"

"And I'm not going to let her give up everything she's built," Jason said. "So. I'm going to start scaling back on the things I'm doing as Redhood."

"Jason-"

"She's my children's mother," he said simply. "She rearranged her whole life to raise my son. She gave Teddy a way out- Do you know? He really loves being in a booth. He started writing stories to go with his drawing. And I just-"

Jason broke off and Bruce looked down at the baby, now asleep against his chest. "You want your son to study music and art instead of martial arts," he said understanding.

"Both my kids," he said. "And I want to be there to see them do it. I don't want her to be a single mom. I don't want her to have to do this by herself."

"Alfred what do I do?"

"Well I suggest you start with hiding the body and establishing-"

"No," he said, frustrated, shifting the whimpering boy closer to him when he shivered. "Teddy has a sore throat."

"Oh dear," Alfred said, tone shifting from dry and slightly irritated at his morning cup of tea being interrupted to concerned. "Fever, chills-"

"All the boxes," Jason confirmed.

"Well start with a warm drink and a call to the doctor's office."

"Do you have the-"

"You get a hot drink started and I'll call the pediatrician," Alfred said. Feeling some sympathy for his adopted grandson. It was hard to be a single parent- even harder when you were so young. And inexperienced.

"Thank you," Jason said, sounding relieved.

"Of course. Do you have what you need for soup or-"

"I just pulled chicken out of the freezer and I'll schedule some stuff to pick up when I get Teddy's prescription-"

Jason stepped into your office and locked the door, pulling you into his arms and claiming your lips in a fierce kiss that made you shiver, "Jay-" you pant, "What-"

"If I don't get inside you right now," he growled, "I'm gonna lose it."

"Feeling a little frustrated?" you ask, the teasing sweetness of your voice marred by a yelp when he shoved you handily down on the sofa, undoing his belt.

"Not leaving here until you're too sore to walk," he said, stripping your sweat shirt off and raising an eyebrow at your breasts being exposed.

"It's too small," you explain, embarrassed, "It was digging in-"

"I'm not complaining," he breathed, burying his face in your chest, gentling when you squirm, protesting that it hurt. "Still?"

You whine, swallowing hard as you nod and he changes tact just slightly when he feels you tense up just slightly, embarrassed of your body. "We'll take you shopping," he promised. He wanted you comfortable.

"Jay I still have clothes from the last-"

"I know," he said easily, giving you a wolfish grin, "But why would I ever pass up seeing you naked?"

"Jay-"

"Told you we were gonna have another baby started before the honeymoon was over," he rumbled, pleased with himself as he slid down on the sofa to pull your leggings down and smudge soft, wet kisses against your belly.

You crinkle your nose at him and stroke his hair, "You really hate condoms huh?"

"When we're done I'm getting a vasectomy," he agreed grinning as he pulled your leggings the rest of the way off and spread your legs, admiring you for a moment before moving to press you into the cushions and slide his cock against your entrace.

Might I request Teddy getting in a fight/argument with someone at school because they said Red Hood isn’t a hero? Thanks for giving me so many realities to choose instead of this one. ❤️

"So are you gonna tell me why you tried to make that kid more aerodynamic with a bookbag or do I gotta do a whole-"

"He said Redhood's not a hero," Teddy said, still looking mutinous, his chubby cheeks still red from exertion and his lips pouting where he sat, arms folded staring out the window.

"Teddy-"

"And last week he told everyone mom wasn't really my mom and that when she has the baby you're gonna take me back and-"

Jason glanced in the review mirror, "You know we'd never do-"

"Well, yeah but he's stupid. And loud. And stupid should have to hurt."

"Teddy."

"What?" he challenged, glaring at him.

"You want some ice cream?" Jason asked abruptly.

"You're not gonna tell ma?"

"Tell ma what?" he asked, smiling a little.

"About-"

"Let's not stress her out, huh?"

"So-"

"Jason shhh," you giggle and swat at him where he was growling and miming sinking his teeth into your ass. "You're gonna wake up the kids-"

""Shoulda let Bruce take them for the night," Jason pouted, "Coulda done stockings then fucked you under the tree... maybe tonight." He handed you the candy for Tedy's stocking and this time he did take a bite, chuckling when you yelp.

"I do have a... special present for you," you tell him, moving over to be out of biting range and picking up your glass of wine. Hanging up Teddy's stocking next to his little sister's. And Jason's. And yours.

"Oh?" he hummed, tightening a bolt on Teddy's new bike, looking up at you where you're inspecting Tilde's doll house and fussing with the details. Making sure it was staged just so for her. He'd like to point out that she's not even going to really know- or remember. But he knows how desperately you want your babies to have a good day. you'd told him once that Christmas was for Children... and Jason agreed wholeheartedly. Remembering Christmases of his own when he was cold and hungry. Crying himself to sleep and just wanting it to be over.

"You were a good boy this year," you answer, sinking into the couch with a giggle. Feeling tipsy and pleasantly lightheaded.

"How good," he asked, smirking at you. "Good enough for a preview?"

"But there's so many straps," you whine.

"Then let's just fuck and watch the Christmas lights," he said, putting the kickstand down on Teddy's bike and picking up his beer, smiling a little.

"Please?" you giggle.

Jason took a pull of his beer and set the bottle down, before pinning you under him. It was getting late and Teddy would be up with the chickens wanting to open presents and eat the homemade cinnamon rolls he had rising on the counter- but. If you wanted him, he wasn't going to turn you down. "Look at you, mama bear," he rumbled. "So needy. Why didn't you say something, baby? You know how pretty you look-"

"Too fat for that," you sigh, "I don't-"

"You had a baby," he said kissing you quiet, sliding into you insistently. Shivering in pleasure when you whine. "So what if you get a little soft, huh?"

"I just want to look good for-"

"Does it feel like I have a problem?" he teased, leaning down to savage your neck.

"No," you sigh, "Jay-"