#red hood x yn
Bruce: Who do we know that has handcuffs?
Y/N: Well Jason and I-
Jason: *Elbows Y/N*
Y/N: -Wouldn’t know.
Dick:Gross.
Y/N: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me.
Jason: Ok, but in my defense, Damien bet me 50 cents I couldn’t drink all that shampoo.
Y/N: That’s not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?!
Y/N: FOR 50 CENTS?!
Dick, watching the news: Two people tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today.
Jason, and Y/N: *Walks in covered in ink*
Jason: Maybe the squid was being a dick.
Y/N: What’s up sluts! Guess who just broke out of prison again?
Jason:Sluts?
Dick:Prison?
Tim:Again?!
Jason: Welcome to my very first vlog, in which I try different hair products.
Jason: *Sprays hairspray in his mouth* Well, right off the bat I can tell you this one is not very good.
Y/N: *Walks in the room* Jason, what are you- *Gasps* Jason no!
Jason: *Looks at Y/N with shampoo in his mouth* Wha’?
jason: you know you’ve made it when you see your picture everywhere
(y/n):
(y/n): jason- those are fucking wanted posters
y/n: what are all these dead bodies doing here?
Jason, cleaning his guns: honestly, not much
jason: can you tuck me in?
bruce:
bruce: you handed me a shovel
jason: yeah, just spread the dirt as evenly as you can
bruce: i beg your pardon??
jason: then fucking beg
damian: i hate you with every inch of my body
jason:
jason: that’s not many inches
everyone else:yolo
jason todd:yolt
joker, with a kidnapped y/n: i’m going to kill you hAHahA
y/n, bleeding profusely: let me check with my boyfriend real quick
joker: this is going to ha—
y/n: jason said no.
y/n: the food is too hot, i can’t eat it
jason: you’re too hot and i still eat you
y/n:*blushes*
jason:*winks*
roy: one dinner- i juST WANT ONE FUCKING DINNER-
y/n: sleep is death with benefits
jason: oh, cool.
iii. the twist
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summary: jason’s life had always revolved around secrets, but some of them are better left uncovered.
pairing: jason todd x reader
warnings: scars mentions, sexual innuendo and jason is a cutie
word count: 1364
It had left Jason quite shocked, to see how she had managed not only to hurt him, but to equal him in fighting. It almost made him regret hurting her. Almost.
But as he had just gotten out of the theater, hand in hand with Y/n, it didn’t really matter anymore. He had a day off, thanks to Dick who had agreed to go on patrol for him, and he couldn’t envision a better way to spend it than with her.
“Quite depressing, i think.” She said, as the two of of them walked away, once again mindlessly in the night.
“Did we watch the same movie?” He asked, bringing his brows together in confusion. “It was a comedy movie, darling.”
“I know, what’s depressing is that they actually thought it was funny.” She said, face blank as she thought back of the movie. “It was like your humor, Jason, awful.”
“I’m sorry, i didn’t know i was in the presence of the greatest comedian of all time,” he said, bringing his hand around her waist and bringing her closer to him, almost flush against his sturdy frame. “Please teach me your ways.”
“It’s not something you can learn, either you’re funny or you’re not!” She said, shooting him a defying grin. “And you’re not, Jason Todd.”
“Full name, huh?” He asked, stopping to look down at her, both his hands now on her waist, squeezing lightly; not enough to hurt her and enough to feel her presence, soak it in, bask in it. “That implies very serious offenses.”
“The worst,” she said, gazing up at him through her eyelashes; inebriating with every movement of hers. “Think you know of some way to be forgiven?”
He smiled down at her, placing a chaste kiss on her lips; a kiss she immediately deepened, her hands on the nape of his neck, pulling him even closer. He complied, tightening his hold on her waist.
“I think i do, my apartment is not very far, if you’re not too tired to walk, m'lady.” He said, cockiness dripping from his every word.
She carded her hands through his hair and he swore he could have given in then and there, lost in her just as much as she was lost in him. “I thought comedic royalty such as me didn’t need to walk to places.”
“Want me to carry you?” He asked, oh so nonchalantly. “But be careful, if i do, i’ll become insufferable. I will never shut up about carrying such a pretty girl in my arms, i’m warning you.”
“Even more than now? I find it improbable not to say impossible,” she said, bringing her head up to kiss him again.
He bit her lip, gently and roughly at the same time, something only he could achieve. “Careful, or i’m gonna prove you wrong.”
The door of Jason’s apartment opened and it closed even more rapidly as Jason pinned her to it, their lips irrevocably melted together in a searing kiss.
His hands were restlessly traveling her body, hers were pulling him against her, cupping his face with coarse kindness and entangling her fingers in his hair, now a mess.
She moved her hands to rest them on his, guiding him to the hem of her shirt. He pulled away for a brief moment, breaths still mingling together as he looked deep into her eyes, trying to steady his voice. “Are you sure, lovely?”
She looked up at him with that same defiance that characterized her, that glint of challenge that never seemed to leave her. She seemed vulnerable, as he had never seen her, and Jason felt his own barricades tremble slightly in front of her.
“Never been surer, Jay.” That was it: Jason didn’t need more than three simple words for him to take her up in his arms, lips locking once more as she brought her to his couch; much more comfortable than his door, he reckoned.
He laid her down onto it, placing himself above her and surveying her face once more, just to make sure: make sure she was okay with it, make sure he was too. He could always turn back, he had done so many times before, but it was different, it felt different. Taking the leap with her meant more leaps to come: about his life, his death, his ’job’. And he was scared.
But as he gazed into those eyes, all worries seemed to melt away.
His hands found the hem of her shirt once more, slowly, almost painfully, bringing it up. As he did so, he dragged his calloused hands over the expanse of her stomach, touching every burning inch of skin. He began kissing those lines of skin he was slowly uncovering, finding scars and marks, worshipping them nevertheless; they looked holy on her.
Once the shirt was out of the way, she did the same, tugging at his, begging for it to stop getting in the way. He removed it with a single fluid motion and her hands wandered free: soft and sacred as her whole being, they graced him with her touch, igniting him both inside and out.
He went back to his previous action; he wasn’t done. He found her lips as he touched and subconsciously memorized every single inch and curve of her body, a new and sweeter mental image for his lonely patrol nights.
Until he noticed an unusual detail. Unusual and oh so peculiar. It shouldn’t have been there.
He stopped what he was doing, eyes clouding with questions; she stopped too. “Jay, what’s going on?”
He brought his eyes on her, then on her shoulder where his finger was still mindlessly rubbing; a scar. An all too familiar one; one that looked an awful lot like the one he had caused.
“Jason, is something wrong? Is- are these bugging you?” She asked.
A coincidence, perhaps. But as he looked at her whole body, covered in scars, as he thought of his own, matching hers in a too scary manner, he realized.
His hand flew to her throat on his own accord, squeezing more than he would have liked, but he hadn’t control anymore: it was the assassin of the rooftop, with or without longsword.
She looked up at him hurt, and then hurt turned into realization, and with realization came anger. She hooked her legs on his waist, punching him square in the face and gaining enough momentum to roll over the couch, onto the ground. Her hands were now on his throat.
“You are that Red Mask,” she said, tone accusatory. He should have been mad, not her.
“Hood,” he said, and rolled her over again, but she escaped from his grasp, getting up on her feet with that same velocity he had once seen on the rooftop. “Who do you work for?”
He got up too and started circling her; he knew where his weapons were hidden, he just needed to get close enough.
She looked at him slightly confused, so he asked again. “Who do you work for? Who sent you to kill me?”
Her gaze got progressively more confused and angry. Jason scoffed. “Or is it just personal? I thought we had shared something on that lovely rooftop.”
“Blood, that’s what we shared,” she uttered, eyeing the place, looking for an advantage. “And believe me, if i’d known you were him, i would have steered clear of you.”
Now it was Jason’s eyebrows that wrinkled together, stopping to look at her. She did the same, but her arms were still up in defense position, ready to strike at any given moment.
“You did not know?”
“I thought it was clear enough i did not know, idiot.” She retorted, swiftly grabbing her shirt and putting it on; her voice sounded nothing like the girl she had met in the refrigerated aisle and he wondered if that was all a trick.
But before he could speak again, she took advantage of the apparently still moment, leaping outside the window and into the night. And Jason was left there, alone once more, wondering why every thing he got himself into turned out to be a nightmare.
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ii. the meet cute pt.2
summary: a new dangerous killer roams gotham’s streets, and the red hood has to take care of it. the problem is it might be tricker than it seems.
pairing: jason todd x reader
warnings: a lil blood, a lil stabbing
word count: 1545
Patrol wasn’t always all action and battle, all blood and sweat, all good and evil. Sometimes it was just the Red Hood spending long hours, bored out of his mind, jumping from one roof to another, occasionally stopping when he found something to entertain himself with.
There were nights in which Gotham didn’t even look or sound like Gotham: it seemed like a normal city, calm and quiet, almost pleasurable. Jason knew not to trust those nights: Gotham couldn’t change, and he would have much preferred an action-packed night to an apparently still one.
But now, even during those too quiet patrols, he had something to think about: the new gorgeous stranger that had the same ice-buying habits as him, although he doubted she used it for his same reasons. They had gone out, dated for a few days now. Jason wasn’t sure he could use the word ’dated’, but it looked like it: the two of them walking hand in hand, sharing words, sharing looks.
He usually had plans, dates perfectly organized and he didn’t even know why he put so much effort into them. He didn’t know how it happened but every time, planning didn’t matter: he found himself in the most remote parts of Gotham, just because he had let himself get lost in her voice.
He reckoned that maybe she really was a villain, because how else could he explain the unusual lack of cerebral activity that she caused in him with a smile and a few dulcet words? He couldn’t.
“Next time we should just go to the theater,” he had proposed on their most recent date. He had looked into her eyes for so long that once he had looked away, the rest of the world seemed duller.
“Why’s that? So you can pull the old yawn-and-arm-over-the-shoulder technique on me while we watch a movie?” She said, stretching her arms and sneakily pulling the move she had just talked about.
He laughed, so genuinely it didn’t even sound like him, and swatted her arm away only to put his own around her shoulders. “So that i can’t hear your voice, i seem to get lost in it.”
He had said with a smoldering look, one that had her roll her eyes and smack his side, but he was truthful; she didn’t need to know that.
“Oh but i’d keep on talking to you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear,” she said, and then they stopped waking. She inched closer, standing on her tippy toes to breathe against the shell of his ear. “I would spoil you the entire movie.”
“How romantic of you,” he said, not daring break the unusual spell she had created. He remained close to her, now his turn to utter in her ear. He even managed to remain unfazed as he took in the delightful smell of her hair; he couldn’t however refrain himself from sneaking a hand behind her neck, caressing the spot. “If it wasn’t for the insufferable character, i could almost swear you come right out of an Austen’s novel.”
“But that’s exactly what makes me look like i’m out of an Austen’s novel,” she said, that challenging tone always present in her voice and it was so intoxicating. “She wrote Elizabeth Bennet with me in mind!”
“And here i thought you had been the inspiration for Mrs Bennet,” he retorted and she smacked him again as the sound of their shared laughter filled the air.
Replaying that episode, her voice, her touch, her smell in his mind was useful to keep him busy on tiresome patrols, but it was anticipation that really entertained him: waiting for the moment he’d see her again. And then there was fear: fear of what that meant, of getting so close to her.
But a certain change in the air made him completely forget of that, his ears on the alert, his eyes scanning for the reason of the inconvenience.
He saw a figure, dashing in the night, gliding effortlessly on the rooftops, without making a sound. And he wouldn’t have heard it, hadn’t it been for his fine hearing. He decided to follow because whenever someone ran on the roofs like that, they didn’t usually have good intentions. Unless that someone was him, that is.
He started following the figure, slowly at first, but it was quick and he couldn’t lose it, so he quickened his pace too.
And then, he didn’t see it anymore. It just vanished, the night returning to its previous calm. Jason looked around himself, careful to be as silent as a fly, walking on the roof.
A blade cut through the hair, finding its place just inches from his throat. “Why are you following me?”
The figure he had been chasing for the past minutes was now wielding a longsword, its edge threateningly sharp and close.
“Woah now,” he said, stepping backward. The figure stepped closer, redirecting the sword so that the tip stood just below Jason’s nose. “I had a feeling you were up to no good and given the length of that thing, i suppose i’m right.”
The figure, whose face was cleverly hidden by a hood, was clad in dark leather and kevlar, thousands of other little knives attached to her suit. “Says the man with a red mask and a pair of guns.”
“Touché,” said Jason, darting forward to disarm his opponent, but his opponent was good.
In a few moves, they were stalling again: the longsword in front of the woman, defending her, and Jason with his guns out now, waiting.
“Has no one ever told you not to bring knives to a gunfight?” He asked, cockily twirling the guns in his gloved hands as he circled the figure in front of him.
“Unoriginal,” she scoffed. “And everything changes if you are very very good with a sword. Which i happen to be.”
In a moment, they were fighting again, a strange dance made of glinting metals and hard punches. The girl managed a score: not much, thought Jason, a small cut, just above the red symbol on his chest. The blade had managed to cut through his jacket, but not through his armor.
“You know? I like this jacket,” he said, raising his guns and firing. She dodged both bullets, and they were stalling again, circling each other like rabid animals.
“Shouldn’t have worn it to a gunfight,” she mocked, and despite everything he had to grin at that. The girl in front of him didn’t, stone cold.
“What are you up to with that?” He said, motioning with his gun to the sword.
She twirled it in her hands. “Would you believe me if i told you it’s just a prop?”
“I would have if you hadn’t tried slicing me up with it,” he countered, incredibly amused by the whole scene. “I’m a very trusting guy.”
“I’m here to kill a man,” she said, unrelenting. “But i don’t mind killing two tonight.”
“Now i really can’t let you do that, you know?” He said, lunging to attack again. He was strong and he was fast, but she was faster. She dodged again. “I can’t let all pretty sword-wielders kill whoever they want just cause they’re pretty, it ruins my reputation.”
She lunged this time, but she didn’t score. She moved so quickly and so skillfully: she wasn’t just another one of Gotham’s thugs, she was dangerous. “Well, now it would ruin mine if i let you live, Red Bat.”
“It’s Red Hood,” he said, pouncing again towards her, firing another round of shots, missing her. “And i’m afraid you’ll have to come with me now.”
“Never on the first date, Red Bat,” she said, dodging every attack of his.
“It’sHood,” he repeated. “And it wasn’t a question; it was an order, darling.”
“You have no hood,” she countered, talking between each strike she took, each one of them in the air as she missed all of them. “It’s Red Mask at best.”
“It’ssymbolic, and i can’t wait to tell you all about it once you’re inside one of the gcpd’s cells.”
She went for another strike, and this time she left a mark, right on his symbolic helmet. “I’ll have you know it’s quite expensive.”
“I would love to hear more about how expensive that was, but i’m afraid i’ll have to go now,” she said, retrieving her sword. “It was a pleasure, Red Mask.”
“Not so fast,” he said, but she was already darting away. He ran after her, as quickly as he could, and managed to grasp her arm, momentarily stopping her. She freed herself quickly but it was enough time for him to take one of the knives from her suit, shoving it into her shoulder. He was aiming for a more vital spot but he had hit her and that was enough.
She removed the knife, painfully extracting it from the flesh, and as the blood quickly soaked her clothes, she even more quickly shoved it back into his chest, right below his own shoulder.
He stumbled back, just slightly, and that was enough for her to disappear in a cloud of smoke.
Jason didn’t like uneventful nights, but he liked nights with unresolved events even less.
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i. the meet cute pt.1
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summary: meeting your soulmate in a supermarket while buying ice is unlikely but never impossible.
pairing: jason todd x reader
warnings: unnecessary fluff and banter cause i live for it
word count: 985
a/n: guys. i live for jason todd. i’m sorry.
Jason Todd had never been the type to date: not because he didn’t like it, it was just easier that way. No attachments, no serious things; it made the whole being-a-vigilante-at-night a lot easier.
He had dreamt about it, however; having a relationship. He read books about it, and he figured it wouldn’t have been so bad. But then again, he couldn’t. And he didn’t wantto.
It was in fact just a cruel trick of fate how he found himself completely dumbstruck in the refrigerated products aisle, glad his hands were busy with his bag because if not he wouldn’t have known what to do with them. It wasn’t everyday that you met god herself in Gotham’s local supermarket.
“That’s a lot of ice for the average man,” said the woman beside him. He turned to look and found her standing tall with a smirk plastered onto her face. “Leave some for the rest of us.”
She was being playful, judging by her tone, and so Jason couldn’t help but grin too in response. “Early bird gets the ice, i guess.”
She raised one eyebrow in question but the smirk was still there, taunting him and challenging him: he accepted the challenge of course, not once leaving her gaze.
“And what would such an early bird use all of this ice for? Are you planning on dethroning mr Freeze as Gotham’s resident ice menace?”
A chuckle escaped him as he still clutched the bag of ice. He meant to keep that in his own fridge, waiting for him on those nights he would have needed it, beaten up by that city’s cruel treatment. But he couldn’t possibly tell her that. “Perhaps,” he said instead. “But since you’re the one concerning yourself with my ice, maybe it’s you who wants Freeze’s title after all.”
It was her turn to laugh, a quick challenging chuckle. And he found himself enjoying the sound, however teasing.
“You caught me, officer,” she said, lifting her hands above her head. “Tis i, mrs Freeze, but alas empty-handed.”
“Unoriginal,” he simply stated, shoving his third bag of ice in his shopper bag. “You could have chosen any name, but you settled on mrs Freeze.”
He reached for the fourth, but the girl beat him to it, snatching the last one in the aisle. He narrowed his eyes, grin spreading on his face.
“Icewoman was too straightforward,” she admitted, playing with the plastic hem of the bag.
“That was my ice, mrs Freeze.” He said, scrutinizing her gaze. She really was the most beautiful woman Jason had ever seen and he kept on wondering how everyone in the store didn’t have their eyes glued on her.
“Is it? Didn’t read your name on here…” she said, peering up at him through her eyelashes, prompting him to reveal the little piece of information.
“Jason,” he stated. “And i didn’t write it on my ice because everyone here knows it’s mine.” He explained, matching the look of challenge she had given him.
She lifted her chin in the air, but she still couldn’t look down on him. Jason reckoned he quite liked this height difference, but no matter how taller he was, she still managed to look like the one in control, superior. “I see, but my name is on it, that makes it myice.”
He tilted his head to the side, furrowing his brows, and she showed it to him, pointing at the word ’freeze’ written in capital letters on the back of the bag. “Not only is this my ice, but i think that all those bags are mine, too.”
He looked down at his own ice bags, biting his lip to refrain himself from smiling. “Seems like i’ve made a terrible mistake, then.”
She smiled, a genuine smile this time, empty of the defy the previous one held. He liked this one even more. “Looks like you did, yes.”
“Is there any way you might forgive me, mighty mrs Freeze?” He asked, jutting out his bottom lip in mock sadness.
“You can start by giving me what’s rightfully mine, i believe.” She declared, lifting both her brows and outstretching her hand.
He eyed it, biting the inside of his cheek before shaking his head and taking the ice bags out of his own shopper bag. She grasped one of them, but stopped him afterwards. “Since i’m magnanimous, you can keep two. This way, we’re even.”
“How kind, mrs…?” He trailed off, waiting for her to reveal her name too.
“A true villain like myself never reveals her real identity, Jason.” She said, pretending offense at his words.
He marveled at his name, as if he had never heard it before until now. “I think it’s heroes that never reveal their identities. And you’re far from being one since you just stole from me.”
She quirked one eyebrow up in response. “I think you are the villain, you tried stealing what’s so obviouslymine!”
He couldn’t keep from smiling any longer, and as he did so, he looked away. “Maybe you’re right,” he continued. “What does that make us? Me a villain, you the hero?”
“It makes us two idiots in the refrigerated aisle, i’m afraid.” She said, shaking her head and lowering it to hide a smile. His hands itched to lift her chin and stop her from doing just that, but he refrained himself from doing so: a stranger touching someone in public is usually frowned upon in society, and Jason is well aware of that.
“You wound me, we just met and you already called me a idiot,” he said, bringing his restless hand to his chest. “People usually do that after a week or so.”
“Maybe i really am the villain, huh?”
“That means you can tell me your name, then.” He said, attempting a serious look with his eyes.
She seemed to reciprocate it. “Y/n.”
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tell me not that i am too late ━
summary: jason meets y/n and immediately falls for her, what he doesn’t realize is that he isn’t the only one to have secrets. and some secrets just can’t be revealed.
pairing: jason todd x (assassin!)reader (reader uses she/her pronouns)
status: completed -> chapters come out every wednesday (if i remember to do it ugh)
warnings: angst, death mentions, gore details, lots of blood, some sexual innuendos :)
word count: 10.056 (total)
a/n: i’ve had this idea in my little dumb head for a while and i wanted to put it on ‘paper’ so here it is. i hope you like it, i certainly loved writing about my favorite cocky batson
chapters ━
i.the meet cute pt.1(0.9k)
ii.the meet cute pt.2(1.5k)
iii.the twist(1.3k)
iv. the stalemate(1.1k)
v. the charade (0.9k)
vi. the broken hearts (0.9k)
vii. the accident(0.9k)
viii. the reason(0.5k)
ix. the final(1.5k)
x. the afterwards (0.1k)
jason todd masterlist
fluff-angst-fluff/angst
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tell me not that i am too late(10.0k) ↴
jason meets y/n and immediately falls for her, what he doesn’t realize is that he isn’t the only one to have secrets. and some secrets just can’t be revealed.
Request: 50 69 76 with Jason todd!!! Love prompts
Prompts:
50: We’d make such a cute couple.
69: You’re teasing me again
76: You’re one hell of a guy.A/N: So i have been kinda on the out and about lately so I wrote this and it boosted me and I hope it does with you guys too! Also, I know how hard it is to be down sometimes so if anyone ever needs to talk please come to me! I am happy to talk with everyone! Lots and lots of love <3 <3 :)
PS: I updated my masterlist (finally!)
The tips of your toes tease the water sending ripples of energy in a small round circle that hardly disturbed the expansive mass of water. A slight breeze brushes delicately across your features and you let it wash over you in a calming manner. From your position on the small pier, you can make out everything because there is nothing.
The trees spread their limbs in a stretch unperturbed by buildings shoving their way through. Animals are absentmindedly drinking from the lake without the crippling fear of onslaught traffic. And the air breathes slowly through its nostrils and out through its mouth relishing in its purity.
Your white-knuckled stance on life recently now loosens its grip as your palms lay facedown on the wooden structure.
Footsteps sound from behind you and your demeanor unwillingly tenses.
“Y/N?” a voice calls husky with years of torment upon himself and others. A familiar voice that calms those sudden nerves.
You crane your neck and focus your sparkling eyes on the looming figure. His tanned skin absolutely radiates in the sun exposure absent from most of Gotham’s rainy days. His out-of-character swim shorts and loose-fitting shirt hang off his fit form. And his left cheek is slightly scrunched as his infamous smirk rests easily across his lips.
Your hand lifts above your brow as you shield out the sun. “You are beautiful.”
He snorts lifting the smirk further. “You are teasing me again.”
Request: Hey I love your writing! And was wondering if you could do a Jason todd falling in love with an alien girl ( like maybe she is kori’s cousin or friend or something) after he saw her fight to defend him and the whole batfam lot and kori looking like a bad ass? Also could you do the scene where dick and kori are trying to get them together? Please! Sorry if I made it confusing
A/N: So I am feeling much better and am going crazy from staying in bed so this is the product of that so I hope it is okay despite my sick brain haha. This was a fantastic idea! And I ship Kori and Dick so much that I was beyond ecstatic to include them! Thanks so much for the request and thanks to everyone for the well wishes! Lots of love <3
Edit:@comicbooklover I totally just realized I forgot to tag the person who requested. So sorry
“But Cousin, I can help!” you exclaim in frustration. You throw your hands up from your position on the couch. Koriand’r stands firmly in front of you with the same parenting expression she used on you as children even though she has you barely beat in age.
“The others do not know of your existence yet. I need to give you time to adjust and to tell them.” She explains for the umpteenth time.
Dick exits their bedroom placing the domino mask across his face.
“Richard, please help me explain to my dear cousin that I am more than capable of charming, what do you call it, right, the pantaloons off of anyone,” you beg.
Dick’s eyes shift nervously from Kori’s stern gaze to your hopeful one. His lips turn up into a nervous grin and he gives a slight shake of the head.
“Nope, no way am I weighing in on this one.” He flips his escrimas in his hands and places them on his back.
You purse your lips and shoot him a menacing look of betrayal.
“Y/N, listen,” Kori’s voice falls softer and she leans down to pat your knee. Your face scrunches up as you put up your best defenses against her persuasive puppy-dog face, “I will introduce you soon, I promise. I just wanted to give you some time to adjust to Earth before overwhelming you with the whole world of superheroes.”
Request: Hi! I don’t know if you still take the prompts, but can I have numbers 1, 9, 10, 2 and 3? Thanks, and your writing is amazing!
Prompts: 1: Give me a chance. 2: Not you again .3: Leave me alone. 9:I can’t believe you! 10: We cant keep this up forever.
A/N: I feel ehh about it but I tried my best and I really hope you enjoy it! Thanks so much for the request and lovely compliment! You are amazing! Lots of love <3 <3
The faint sound of Fooled Around and Fell in Love emanates from the building you are currently leaning outside of. You roll your eyes at the pure ludicrous nature of the club your friend dragged you to.
Your wrist flicks up as you check the time and groan loudly. 20 more minutes. That is what you are giving her and then you are leaving.
You drop your head in your hands knowing you would never leave her. No matter how tempting your bed and a hot cup of tea is…
You glance up at the lights dazzling through the congested air of Gotham. A small breeze rolls over you causing your arms to wrap instinctively around your frame as you feel the night chill settle into your bones.
Your gazing comes to an abrupt halt when you catch sight of a silhouette sitting on a rooftop. Your eyes rake up the long legs dangling over the edge of the building and up into the moon glinting off a blood-red helmet.
An amused grin spreads across your face. You aren’t entirely surprised to find a vigilante resting up there. Put on a blindfold and walk forward two steps and you had about a 75% chance of running into one in Gotham.
His back is towards you and this puts an idea into your head.
You dig around your purse and mentally cheer as your fingers wrap around a marker.
Moments later, a small, smooth rock is in your hands and you are scribbling a message onto it. You bite your lip and judge your throwing distance before taking a gamble.
The rock hits the back of Red Hood’s helmet and from your hiding spot you hear, “What the-?” and a gun being cocked.
Request:35?
Prompt: About the baby, it’s yours.
Warnings: cursing
y/f/b=your favorite band
A/N: Sorry I have been gone for so long. Thanks to everyone for the insanely sweet messages. You guys mean the absolute world to me <3 Also, I never plan on having kids so this was kinda hard for me to write but I think I like the outcome. Please enjoy and thanks so much for the request <3 Lots of love :)
Your voice bellows as you match the volume of your speaker blasting music throughout your apartment. The entire place is thumping with the rejuvenating tunes of y/f/b.
As your arms pump to the music, a bell chimes from the kitchen behind you and you rush over to the oven. The sweet smell of cake wafts delicately through the air. You relish in the fragrance and smile jovially at how well it turned out as you pull it from the oven and carefully set it on the counter.
Your hand rests idly on your stomach kicking with butterflies and harboring a new chapter for you and Jay. The conversation had pretty much been taboo but there is only so much you can do at this point. The multiple tests sitting in the bathroom trash were nothing you could change. You only hope Jay feels the same way…
You shake your head against any negative thoughts. You guys have been married a year. You are secure in your relationship. You can handle this.
Your hand rubs a small circle around your stomach absentmindedly as you drift off into the realm of possibilities.
The music muffles the sounds of Jason entering the apartment and setting his bags down with a thud. He rounds the corner to find you in the odd position.
Request: 16 !!!
Prompt: I never meant to hurt you.
A/N: I really enjoyed this one but I am also sick so could be delusional :) Thanks for the request and lots of love <3 (also highly recommend listening to i Follow You by Toulouse because it pretty much sums this up)
Jason’s flashbacks were not often triggered and always varied in magnitude. Sometimes he would simply shake his head and retreat outside for fresh air. Other times he would become reckless on missions. Never had they been turned against you.
This did not stop him from worrying about it. His death took just about every bit of sanity he ever had and it took a long time for him to be comfortable with bringing something so precious into his dark world. Not that he could have stopped you with that excuse. You have a tendency to meet his self-doubts with an iron fist and he has slowly found himself molding his self-image to your positive outlook. He has also unwittingly found himself slipping into a comfortable place in your relationship as time and time again you remain steady at his side. But he will throw that all out of the window if it means you don’t get hurt.
Request: I love me some angst so please do 34
Prompt: I don’t deserve to be loved.
A/N: This did not turn out exactly how I planned and it is more fluffy than angsty (sorry!) but I hope everyone enjoys it! Thanks so much for the request!
It was another busy day at your bakery which meant great things for your checking account but along with it a sore back and a late clean-up. You groan as you swing another trash bag over your shoulder and mentally prepare yourself for the frigid air signaling a snowfall.
You swing open the back door and head towards the dumpster. Just as you are about to lug it over your shoulder you hear a child’s squeal. You recoil and squint your eyes to make out a small figure further down the alleyway being cornered by a bulky man.
The bag drops forgotten from your hand as you make your move. However, a shadow swoops down between them beating you to the punch. His hand comes down quick with an indistinguishable object and it collides with the thug’s face sending him sprawling towards the ground. He maneuvers his hand and you can make out the reflection of the moon glinting off a gun.
Request: Congrats on the followers! 77 for please!
Prompt: Are you jealous?
A/N: I am slowly but surely getting through my requests. Sorry guys that I am taking so long I have a lot going on. Thanks a million for the request and love you guys <3<3 :)
Jason had the hots for the new Wayne Enterprises intern.
Jason takes another swig of his beer to get Roy’s incessant taunting out of his head. He glances over at the archer now as he charms some woman at the bar. He scoffs and makes a mental note to give him shit over his lame pick-up lines later.
His beer is suddenly swiped and replaced with a new one.
“Just remember, the more beers I bring the bigger my tip,” your voice chirps from above him. He chokes on his last gulp and slaps the table before bringing his gaze up to your amused expression.
“You are not my waitress,” he finally wheezes out. He internally groans at his not-so-suave reaction.
“Her shift ended, and lucky for you, mine began,” you wave your hand and his heart clenches at your radiant smile. It brings him back to the first time he was lucky enough to be on the receiving end of that.
