Reconnection - Jason Todd x Reader
Requested by Anon - an imagine where Jason and the reader had a relationship before he died and the reader leaves Gotham after his death because it reminds them too much of Jay and years later Dick reunites them after Jason comes back to the Batfam on good terms
You were just finishing dinner for yourself when a knock sounded from your front door. Sighing at the delicious food in front of you, you pushed it aside to go and open the door. The person on the other side was someone you hadn’t seen in a long time.
“Oh! Hi, Dick,” you exclaimed, taking in the sight of him. His hair had grown longer in the years since you had seen him last. Actually, the last time you saw him was the day you left Gotham after…well, you rather not think about that.
“Hey, (Y/N). It’s been a long time,” Dick said softly. He looked you up and down with a small smile. “You’re looking good.”
“So do you,” you answered, trying to hold the memories at bay. You could feel it creeping on the edge of your mind, gnawing at your sanity. Biting your lip hard, you tried not to think of him.
The two of you fell into an awkward silence. Dick shrugged his shoulders, peeking into your apartment. “Can I come in?”
“Oh, sure,” you replied quickly, embarrassed you didn’t think to let him inside earlier. Shutting the door behind him, you guided him toward the kitchen. “I was about to eat. Do you want some?”
Dick looked at the food before nodding his head. “Sure, if you don’t mind,” he said, giving you a charming grin. You smiled half-halfheartedly at him as memories of Jason finally broke into your mind. Even though Dick didn’t look anything like him, your mind started interchanging him with Jason. Your eyes burned with tears, but you blinked them back.
After giving Dick some of your food, you both sat down to eat. He ate happily while you played with your food. It took you a little bit, but you finally spoke the question that was on your mind.
“Why are you here, Dick?”
Dick eyed you carefully, studying you for something, but you didn’t know what. “I just came to visit an old friend. I haven’t seen you since you left Gotham after…” His voice trailed off as you both knew of the event that made you leave Gotham years ago.
“You haven’t contacted me for years except for the occasional email, and I know you wouldn’t just drop in for a random visit,” you confronted, a tear slipping down your cheek. You brushed it away, feeling Dick frown at you.
“I know I should have tried more after Jason’s death,” Dick began, stopping when you turned away from him. He reached out to lay a hand on your shoulder as you started shaking. Jason’s face kept floating in your mind after years of keeping it out. Perhaps it wasn’t healthy, but you hid from your memories of Jason as it was the only way you could cope with the pain of his loss.
“No, it’s fine, Dick. I’m nothing to you, really,” you insisted. A sob escaped you as you finally gave in to your memories. Your pain returning in a tidal wave even after all these years.
“Don’t say that, (Y/N). You meant everything to him, and therefore I care about you,” Dick soothed, standing up to slowly wrap you into a hug. You clung to him, your pain somehow still felt as fresh as if Jason had died just yesterday.
For a long time, Dick held you. He let you cry into his chest while gently rubbing a hand up and down your back. Part of you wished more than anything that it was Jason who was holding you instead.
Once you had calmed down enough, you pulled away from him. You kept your face turned away from him, embarrassed by your appearance. “Why are you here, Dick?”
“I came to give you an invitation,” Dick admitted after a long moment, pulling an envelope out of his pocket. You reached out to take it, staring at it in wonder. “It’s to Bruce’s wedding.” Your eye popped out of your head at his words. He chuckled at your expression. “I know it was a shock to us too.”
“Well, thanks….but I don’t know if I can make it,” you mumbled as your heart tugged at the thought of returning to Gotham.
“I know it will be hard, but it would mean so much to Bruce,” Dick insisted, taking your hand. He gripped it tightly, trying to comfort you. “You have to come home sometime, (Y/N). You can’t run forever.”
Taking a deep breath, you tried to work your mind around returning to Gotham. You knew you couldn’t stay away forever, one day you would have to face Jason’s death. It might as well be now.
“Okay, I’ll come,” you sighed as Dick cheered, trapping you into another hug.
“Bruce will be so happy, (Y/N),” he stated while a secretive smile played upon his lips. You didn’t know it, but you were following Dick’s plan to a T.