Poly Relationship Headcanons [Dick Grayson + Jason Todd + Reader]
Request: do you do ot3 ships? if so, dick/reader/jason please (headcanon and/or fic) but only if you’re okay with it! ^^
Notes: I have definitely done a lot more than consider this one… sorry it’s short!
- “Screw you guys, I’m the smallest so I always get the middle.”
- You walk around in their clothing 99% of the time you can. At your apartment? Boom, Dick’s boxers + Jason’s sweatshirt. At the Manor? Wow Jay, thanks for the jacket! I’m gonna go smother Dick and myself with your
deliciouscologne. At the Watchtower? Yes, Superman, this is, in fact, a limited edition Dick Grayson t-shirt. No, you can’t have one too.
- You can never compromise when it comes to seating or sleeping places. Even if their three spots, Jason will whine about how he wants to be in the middle, Dick will promise him “next time”, and then you’ll bring up how Dick sat in the center three times in a row and a mini-argument will brew. Let’s say Dick drives, then you and Jason usually have to have a flirt-to-the-death until one of you wins. If you tie, you get to sit on Jason’s lap and possibly get pulled over, so it’s a win-win situation for the both of you.
- Jason makes really intricate meals and you probably wouldn’t be capable of surviving with him tbh. Dick tries to make recipes but always wants to wing it (pun intended), and you just settle for take-out and crappy microwave meals. When Jason says “I’m going grocery shopping to get ingredients for [insert fancy meal here]”, you and Dick will be waiting by the door with wagging tails and watering mouths.
- Bruce is almost overly supportive, and he and Alfred conspire together for your Christmas gifts. You all get matching sweaters, and Dick and Jason’s say “If lost, please return to Y/N.” Your’s says,”Keep them.
Bonus: [Based off of the Justice League cartoon]
- Jason and Dick: [facing Amanda Waller and the multiple guards/military police behind her, protecting someone.]
- You: [standing between the boys cockily, with your hands splayed on their shoulders fabulously] [in Waller’s face with a huge smirk] … Mine are bigger than yours.