Needles and Knives

Jason Todd x reader

warnings: um. needles and knives

a/n: i just wanted to do a tattoo artist au for jason im weak. also no this isnt an nsfw

prompt:

It took a bit of thorough deliberation to figure out just what you'd be getting permanently inked on your body, but eventually you'd been able to settle on a meaningful piece. Quite the piece according to your artist, Jason Todd.

You walked into the studio, a bit dark and dingy in an endearing way. Fortunately, Jason's setup was more clean and organized than the rest of the place. "Sorry for the mess, the other guys aren't as concerned about health code as I am." He chuckled as he walked over to the front desk. "Far as I know, there hasn't even been an inspector here in at least five years." You laughed with him as he got everything set up on his end.

"Thanks for taking me this late," you said, "I'm kind of a night owl."

You laid upside-down on Jason’s king-size bed with a book a few inches above your eyes, tilting your foot to the side every so often to kick Jason in the shoulder to remind him you were still beside him. “Stop.” He mumbled, trying to find his spot on the page since he lost concentration again. You giggled.

“Oops.” You said, turning the page before abruptly throwing the book to the side. “This one is boring.” Jason grabbed a bookmark and saved his place.

“Bruce has like, a whole library. I’m sure we can find you something that won’t bore you to death.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?” You hopped off the bed and headed for the door as if you had any sense of where you were going in the massive mansion Jason resided in. “Come on!”

tiny tower batfam (and clark n lois)

take my uquiz: which batkid are you?

“Master y/n, you’ve received a package.” Alfred entered the living room of the manor to announce, drawing all the attention to him for only a split-second before you hopped over the couch and rushed to grab it.

“What’d you get, y/n?” Dick asked, staring intently as he sipped his chocolate milk. You tore the packaging apart and presented your impusle buy.

“You didn’t.” Damian scoffed while rolling his eyes.

“I did!” You admired the action figure of your vigilante alter-ego with joyful gaze. “It took the longest of anyone in this godforsaken family, but it’s so worth it.” Jason suddenly swiped it from your hand as he walked by, making you gasp.

“Oh, so you finally got one of these? Looks good.” He handed it back with a nod of approval, the only remotely supportive person in this home.

“Thank you, Jason. At least one of you cares.”

Misbehavior (Part 2)

Jason Todd x batkid!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt:

part 1

Jason and you had completely lost track of time during the bonding session he’d enacted over ice cream, but that wasn’t a bad thing.

It was starting to get dark out, that meant that you’d have to start patrol soon.

“I guess we’d better get out of here.” You sighed while wiping melted ice cream off of your hands with a napkin.

Misbehavior (Part 1)

Jason Todd x batkid!reader

warnings:

a/n: tysm anon!!

prompt: anonymous: “Hello Lacey! Hope your doing great! Could I please request a bat family x batsis!reader where the reader is Kind of the middle child (I was thinking older than Damian but younger than Tim) and she’s always forgotten and in the back. Maybe some scenarios can be that no one listens when she talks or they forget to invite her to do stuff. So then one day she acts up in school like maybe punching someone for no good reason because she’s craving attention but instead of Bruce showing up to get her Jason shows up and he sees that she’s actually really sad and starts to question her until she tells him everything and maybe spills some tears and it ends with just Jason comforting her and cheering her up. Just some soft Jason for my soul! Also have a great day and I hope that you feel better and more motivated now after your break! 😘”

part 2

No matter what you did, none of your deeds went unnoticed. Good or bad.

You always heard how Dick was so independent, the one everyone should use as an example.

You always heard how Barbara could do it all, she never failed to impress.

You always heard how Jason was reckless, someone who needed to get his act together.

You always heard how Tim was such a prodigy, he was one of a kind.

You always heard how Steph was so determined, she had such amazing goals.

You always heard that Cass was perfect, they’d never change a thing about her.

You always heard that Duke was so strong, he’d never give up no matter what stood in his way.

You always heard that Damian was dangerous, a kid that needed to be guided.

But what about you? What did they hear about you? Nothing. No one ever spoke of you, they didn’t have the time. It seemed as if you were just unimpressive, there wasn’t one thing that needed to be mentioned. Stuck in the middle of a bunch of bats and birds, no way to stand out in the crowd.

“Do you want more coffee?” Tim asked while he pushed his books aside. You shook your head and sighed.

“Tim, that’s your fifth coffee since we started.” You set your pencil down and looked up at him to see a smirk forming. “What?”

“It’s just cute when you’re concerned about me.” He replied, leaning closer to you to give a peck on the cheek. You finally caved and smiled with him, taking a slight break from your incessant studying.

“I think we’re done for now, what about you?”

Just what Tim needed, a night off with his s/o. Your relationship was still new, but he was so excited to expore more of it. Tonight, the two of you had already visited two museums before calling it and getting smooties. You couldn’t think of a better date.

“Let me try some of yours.” You moved your hand over his and pulled his drink closer to your mouth so you could take a sip while he chuckled.

“Any good?” Your boyfriend asked, watching and you nodded contently. Suddenly, a figure appeared from the shadows, pulling a gun on the two of you.

“Empty your pockets. Do it!” The goon shouted as Tim handed you his smoothie, but he didn’t seem a bit worried. Instead, he pulled out a small object from inside his jacket and launched it at the criminal before you. The rest was just a blur, a shot fired and you held your eyes shut tight. Next thing you know, Tim stood above an unconscious body.

“How...how did you do that?” You asked as you looked down at the ground to see an R-shaped shuriken lying on the pavement. Your eyes widened and you looked back up at Tim, who had an awkward smirk on his face.

“Guess you know my secret...”

Jason Todd

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Taken Text

Jason Todd x reader

warnings: jason threatens to murder ppl but what else is new

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “For the fake text event can I request the reader telling comics Jason their kid is missing? Please and thank you!”

Expelled Text

Jason Todd x child!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hi! Can I request a text conversation between comics! Jason and his daughter where she’s being expelled from Gotham high for fighting?”

Safe and Sound

Jason Todd x reader

warnings:

a/n: arkhamknightarkhamknightarkhamknight

prompt: anonymous: “Hi! Can you please do Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift with Jason Todd?”// Safe and Sound - Taylor Swift

“Gotham’s on fire, Jason.” You looked out the broken window of the office building you were meeting in. Jason didn’t reply to you. “Please...call them off.”

“It’s too late for that. I’m sorry, but at least in here you’re safe.” He assured, which only seemed to anger you more that you already were during this takeover.

“Are you kidding me?” You whipped your head around to face him, making him flinch. “People are dying out there, Jason. That used to mean something to you.”

“I died, y/n.” He replied, leaving you speechless. There was no way you’d be able to argue with him, you didn’t know what it felt like to die and be reborn. “Everyone who’s still in Gotham is a criminal. All of them.”

“That doesn’t mean they don’t deserve to live.” You turned back to gaze upon the city and felt Jason’s hand rest on your shoulder.

“Close your eyes. Stop looking out that window.” Jason told you. As your eyelids shut, two tears ran parallel down your face. “It’s not the same Gotham we grew up in.”

“You’re not the same kid I grew up with.” You balled your fists and Jason’s hand moved down your arm to hold your own.

“I know, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t care about you.” He whispered into your ear. “Let’s ditch this city and go somewhere where no one knows our names. We can be strangers and feel safe again. What do you say?” His proposal was intriguing, you opened your eyes again and looked at the city in a blinding blaze.

“Where do you have in mind?”

Robin Hood

Jason Todd x reader

warnings: guns, knives

a/n: sorry this took so long! this gal has been off her game recently 😔💖

prompt: anonymous: “Can I request 43 & 78 for Jason Todd? If it's possible, something with the reader being some kind of theif or Robin Hood and saves him?? If not it's okay, love your writing”// 43: “We’ve never been this close without trying to stab each other.”, 78: “Were you going to tell me you had powers?”

A game of cat and mouse: Red Hood versus yourself. He didn’t particularly like you at the moment. I mean, I don’t think the two of you got off on the right foot. You did steal his motorcycle.

It had been a few weeks since then and he’d been trying to track you, but you weren’t that easy to catch. You didn’t exactly have a plan, you know? Just kind of snatched things up as you went and tried to help others in need.

Every once in a while Red Hood would catch up to you, but the motorcycle made a good getaway vehicle. Whoops. Tonight, not so much.

Getaway

Jason Todd x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “47 and 77 with Jason Todd please!”// 47: “I’ll protect you, I swear.”, 77: “Just drive! Now!”

One of the many perks of being a vigilante is being a target. Sooner or later, you’re going to get hit. In this case, captured, too. You weren’t the first of the Bats to get taken, and you certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“I want the Bat!” The Riddler whined while your savior was en route to the location. “Where is he!”

“Guess you just aren’t worth his time, Eds.” You tapped your foot in rhythm to an old song and awaited Jason. You had to admit, it was quite nice to have a break from patrol. You tried to ignore Nygma stomping and cursing wildly, but it was some of the best entertainment you’ve had in a while. You heard a pounding on the door and smiled, your prince in blood-stained armor had arrived. “Oh, good. He’s here.”

“I don’t think it’s who you think it is, dear.” Riddler laughed maniacally and opened the doors to reveal none other than Jonathan Crane, aka Scarecrow. Okay, now you may be a bit worried. “You underestimate me, little bat.”

“Thought you worked alone, Eddie.” You scoffed, trying to get under his skin while you nervously glared at Scarecrows toxins being prepared.

“Indeed, I do, but want to know what’s really genius? Something you wouldn’t expect!” Edward patted your head and stood back to watch Crane work his magic, which was science. You desperately needed Jason to get here, quick. Scarecrow held a vial of toxin and brought it before your eyes. This wasn’t fun anymore. When he opened it up, you resisted opening your mouth, but Crane had his ways. He forced you to swallow the toxin and watched it quickly take effect. He was quite interested in how you would respond.

Jason was only a minute too late, bursting in with a gun in each hand. The second he saw Scarecrow, he knew he was too slow. You were squirming in the chair you were strapped to, screaming your throat dry.

“What did you do to them?!” Jason pulled the triggers on his guns, barely missing Nygma the Coward, who took off shortly after. Jason put on a mask specifically engineered to filter out fear toxin just in case. Scarecrow was much more relentless than Riddler, but ultimately gave up and retreated. Jason didn’t care a bit, he was much more worried about you.

“It’s me, y/n. It’s Jason.” He untied the bonds and set you free, which also sent you kicking and punching the air to protect yourself from the dangers you saw. “It’s okay, y/n. I’ll protect you. I swear.” The Red Hood placed his hands on your shoulders and led you out of the building while you cried your eyes out. He rarely saw you like this, it made him wonder what you were seeing. Jason needed to get you back to the Cave as soon as possible. He helped you into the car and turned on some soothing music, but it was not what you wanted to hear, so you violently slapped the power button to the radio and covered your ears.

“Just drive! Now!” You demanded, but he didn’t. This was personal for him, he couldn’t bare seeing you in pain. Anyone else, he would have let them ride it out, but not you. “Please.” You sobbed. “Go! Fuck!” This scream caused him to step on the gas and race through Gotham, on the way he made a call to Bruce and Alfred.

“Y/N’s under the effect of the fear toxin. Riddler and Scarecrow got away.” Red Hood admitted in shame and placed a hand on your thigh, but your jump at his touch startled him.

“How could you let that happen?” Bruce growled at his second Robin.

“I had to free y/n as soon as I could. You should take some notes.” Jason shot back at his mentor and was immediately hung up on. “Asshole. Hey, how are you doing?”

“No...no, no, no. NO!” You repeated to yourself before losing consciousness and kicking in your sleep. Jason couldn’t tell if this was better or worse, but he needed to stop worrying for a moment and bring you home. There was work to be done.

In a Stitch

Jason Todd x reader

warnings: guns, some cussing, blood/cut

a/n: thank you ! i dont think this is exactly what you may have asked for but i hope you like it!!!

prompt: anonymous: “Can I request Jason Todd x reader? If it's possible Jason thinking the reader hates him but one they he's injuried and reader stitches his wounds and love confessions or something fluffy? Love your writing btw”

Jason and you were either obnoxiously ignoring each other or at each other’s throats, there was never an in between, unfortunately. What you didn’t expect this week was for Bruce to leave you and Jason in the Batcave alone.

“I’m trusting you two to patrol tonight, please don’t let me down.” Bruce let go of his suitcase and stared each of you down until you answered him. Jason and you each gave him a confirmation with a reluctant hum. “Good, I’ll be back by tomorrow’s patrol, don’t kill each other.”

“No promises.” Jason replied under his breath while you waved goodbye to Bruce with a tight smile.

“Fuck you.” You whispered through your teeth and waited until Bruce had parted to make any more movement. Once he was out of sight, you stomped off to the Batcave to suit up for patrol.

“Better pray I don’t ‘accidentally’ shoot you.” Jason secured his gun into his holster while you pulled your boots on. You didn’t reply to him, there was no use. “Hey, why aren’t you talking, nothing to say—” Saved by the bell, but it was actually the alarm. Big bad villian terrorizing Gotham, what a way to start the night.

“We’ve gotta go. Right now.” You dashed through the cave and pulled your mask over your head as you hopped into your vehicle. “You in?” You asked while Jason eyed his motorbike. No gas.

“Shit, fuck! Fine.” He hopped into the passengers seat and you kicked the gas petal, speeding out of the secluded hideout. The drive was full of bickering over how recklessly you drive and how Jason didn’t feel like dying again, the usual. He slammed his door and ran straight for the target, that was a beginners mistake. The Riddler’s booby trap humiliated him, and with one swipe of a robotic arm, Jason had been sliced by a large, green knife.

“You seem to be in a bit of a rush, better safe than sorry.” You heard the Riddler’s voice mock through a speaker and you rushed to view Jason’s wound. The cut was deep and Jason’s favorite jacket was now covered in blood.

“You’re gonna need stitches.” You poked his arm and watched him flinch at your touch.

“Fuck off, I know!” He groaned and entered the building with a more patient pace, making sure to check his surroundings. The two of you searched the entire place, but there was no Riddler here, only more booby traps, which Jason managed to catch the most of. You admired the way he threw himself into a couple of them, saving your ass from a world of pain a couple of times.

“Jesus, Hood! You’re gonna get yourself killed again.” You helped the undead back to his feet and checked on his arm wound, which was still bleeding. Not good at all. “Shit, we need to get back to the cave before you damn near bleed out. Ed’s definitely not here.” Jason huffed at your truth and followed you back to the car.

“I fuckin’ hate Nygma. I’m gonna give him a whole lot of shit next time I see him.” Jason leaned his head back against the seat cushion and you peered at his wound again.

“Jason, put some pressure on that thing, I’ll fix it the second we get back.” Jason huffed at your orders, but knew you were right. He spent the whole ride home mumbling about how much he hated the Rogues and if it weren’t for Bruce, they’d all be dead. Classic Jason Todd.

He climbed out of the car and pulled a chair up with his good arm. Jason threw his helmet to the side and awaited you with the first aid kit. He was pretty quiet with you stitched up the wound, clenhis fists until his knuckles turned white. It wasn’t from pain, it was stress. He had something to ask you, he just couldn’t figure out how to say it.

“Why the fuck do you hate me?” Jason asked while you were snipping the stitches and cleaning the rest of his bloody arm. You froze up at his question which he noticed, most definitely. “Hello, I asked you a question.” Jason snapped a finger in front of your face and that was all it took for you to diver into his lips, startling him like never before.

“I hate you because I love you.”