Wings of a Robin - Jason Todd x Reader
Requested by Anon - an x reader of what it would be like to date robin!Jason Todd
Dating Jason Todd is an interesting experience to say the least. He was hot-tempered, passionate, kind, sweet and romantic when trying not to be. It was all wrapped up in a bundle that made Jason who he was and you loved him for it.
The first time you met him was at school. He had witnessed some of the older boys harassing you in the hallway. Jason confronted them to protect you, receiving a black eye and a trip to the principal’s office in the process. You were worried for him, concerned about how he stuck his neck out for you, but he shrugged it off while giving you that charming, rascally smile you would grow to love. It was then that he asked you out on a date.
He took you to dinner and a movie for your first date. While your parents were worried due to Jason’s less than savory reputation, but he was a perfect gentleman. He made you laugh so much, you thought you might pee your pants. You even got to meet Bruce Wayne that night as he was the one to pick you up afterwards. Jason walked you to the door, and kissed you softly on the cheek before running back to his guardian’s car.
It was after a month filled with dates similar to your first one did you discover Jason was Robin. One night after midnight, you heard a knock at your window. You tiptoed across your room to see Robin hanging onto the side of your window sill. Not knowing what else to do, you opened the window to let him in.
The moment he stepped into the room, he kissed you hard on the lips. You fell onto your bed with a muffled cry of surprise with him crawling on top of you. With his face so close to yours, you realized you were kissing Jason.
“Jay, is that you,” you whisper once he freed your lips from his. He gave you that grin you loved before kissing you gently once again.
“Who else would it be,” he answered, breathing softly into your ear.
“You’re Robin,” you state, moaning a little as his lips drifted down to your neck.
“No, I’m just wearing a Robin suit for the heck of it,” Jason teased, raising his head to raise a eyebrow at you. “I thought you were smarter than this.”
You laugh, kissing him hard on the lips. This was the first night of many that Jason would stop by in his Robin suit. You two never went all the way during his visits, but things did become very heated at times. One time you asked Jason if Batman knew he was with you. He just laughed, saying what Batman didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
It was about two months after the first of Jason’s nightly visits when Jason brought you to Wayne Manor for dinner with the family. Jason was nervous about it, worried his adoptive family would insult you. Of course, you were excited to finally be able to see where Jason lived.
Everything went fine that first dinner at Wayne Manor. You had a good talk with Bruce about the stock market, and a chat with Alfred about cake recipes. Jason held your hand throughout most of the time, giving you gentle squeezes now and then.
Of course, everything went to hell when you accidentally let slip how you knew about Jason’s nightly activities. A big argument broke out between Bruce and Jason with you and Alfred watching silently from the sidelines. It was through the argument did you realize Bruce must have been Batman.
Eventually, Jason stormed off to his room and Bruce retreated to his study. You bit your lip before glancing at Alfred for silent permission to follow Jason. With his nod, you went up the stairs and to the closed door of Jason’s room. You knocked softly before opening the door to see Jason brutally punching his pillow.
“Jason,” you say quietly, placing your hand on his arm. He stopped his punches, breathing heavily. “I’m sorry.”
Jason turned to look at you, confused. “Why are you sorry? It’s not your fault,” he questions, throwing another punch into the pillow for good measure. It explodes at the impact, feathers flying everywhere.
You watch as the feathers drift down around you. “I shouldn’t have said what I did,” you explain, running a hand through his hair to brush the feathers out. Jason leaned into your touch.
“He had to know eventually,” Jason admits, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you to him. You smile as the heat from his body radiates to yours. His lips crash into yours a moment later as the feathers settled down around you.
About an hour later, you emerged from Jason’s bedroom with flushed cheeks and a glow about you. Alfred and Jason took you home soon after. Alfred gave you both a knowing, and slightly disapproving look, but said nothing.
Your lives continued on that way for a long time. Jason would hang around you at school, visit you most nights as Robin, take you to the Wayne Manor, to the movies, to dinner, and he would even attend a few dinners with your parents even though they scared him. Everything was going so well until that fateful day.
Jason had called you out of the blue on a Saturday night. He wanted to meet you at midnight on the roof of your apartment building. The tone of his voice was so desperate and so needy, you couldn’t refuse.
So, at midnight, you slipped out of your apartment and climbed the stairs to the roof. Jason was already there, pacing rapidly.
“Jay,” you call out to him once you confirm it’s him. He runs to you, wrapping you in his arms. His arms hold you tighter than they have ever had before, letting you know something was wrong. “Are you okay?”
“(Y/N), I found my mother,” Jason whispers in your ear as you felt his wet cheek press against yours. “She’s alive.”
“How? You told me she died,” you answer as his arms tighten even more around you, making it hard to breathe.
He pulls back to look you in the eye. “I know, but she’s alive,” he gasps through his tears. “I have to go find her.” A feeling of dread comes over you.
“Jay, does Batman know about this,” you ask uncertainly. Something bad was going to come of this, you could feel it in your heart.
“No,” Jason shouts angrily. “He’s already benched me. I’m just the rabid Robin to him, waiting to be put down. I’ll never be as good as the first.”
You gasp at his words, quickly taking his face in your hands. “No, Jay, no. Bruce loves you,” you argue, looking into his blue eyes. Jason roughly shakes his head, stepping back to get out of your hands.
“I have to go find my mom,” Jason speaks as you watch him with watery eyes. “I might be gone for a while, so I came to say goodbye.”
“Jay,” you cry, stepping towards him. The dread building in your belly grows stronger. “You can’t go. Something bad will happen if you go.”
Jason backed away from you with a look of betrayal on his face. “I thought you would support me in this. How could you tell me not to go? Don’t you understand this is my mom we’re talking about?”
“I know it’s your mom, Jay,” you try to explain, tears falling down your face. “But I think you need to tell Batman. I have a bad feeling about this.”
He shook his head at you, turning away from you. It felt as if someone blasted a hole in your chest. “I thought you would support me with this, but I was wrong,” he states coldly as he leaps off the building, firing his grapple gun to swing into the night.
“Jason,” you scream after him, but he doesn’t come back. The dread is still festering in your belly as sobs shook your body. Unable to move, you fall to the ground to curl up into a ball.
Your parents find you the next morning, and carry you to your bedroom. They tried to talk to you, but you couldn’t stop crying. You kept asking for the phone, knowing something bad was going to happen to Jason if you didn’t tell Bruce soon. You try to call, but you only get answering machines. Deep in your heart, you knew you already lost him.
The call came from Alfred several days later, confirming what you already knew in your heart. You couldn’t sleep or eat, and sometimes you couldn’t even move. Your parents didn’t know what to do. Everyday you remember how you could have stopped him, could have saved him and it haunted you.
When the day of the funeral came, you were able to dry your tears and attend. It was a small, quiet service at the grave site. You kept a straight face through most of it until it came time to lower the casket into the ground. Seeing the man you loved being lower into a hole where he would be stuck for all eternity was too much. You broke into tears, collapsing to the ground unable to support yourself.
Richard, Bruce’s other adopted son who you had never met before, caught you before you hit the ground. He kept his arms tightly around you as if to hold you together. “I’m sorry,” you mumble over and over again, knowing that you should have stopped him that night. You should have told Bruce sooner. It was your fault that he was gone.
You don’t remember what happened after that. There was the feeling of being lifted, and prodded then nothing. Part of you wished you had died, hoping to join Jason. Unfortunately, you woke up in the hospital two weeks later.
Overtime, you recovered to the point where you could live again, or at least give the impression of living. You found you couldn’t move on, because Jason still held your heart.
Every week, you would visit his grave. You would sit there for hours, telling him about your week or random things happening in the world. Sometimes, you could almost hear him answer back until one time you did.
“I started watching this new TV show last night,” you say to Jason’s headstone. “One of the characters reminds me of you, however they’re not as cute.” Laughing a little, you sit down in front of the stone. Due to the direction you are sitting, you fail to notice the person coming up behind you.
“Is anybody as cute as me,” the person asks, making you jump up in surprise. You spin around to rest your eyes on the love of your life, Jason Todd. Your mouth falls open as your brain shuts down from shock. He takes a step towards you.
“I must be hallucinating again,” you gasp, absorbing the man in front of you. He was older now, more haunted, and his voice was deeper. Your hallucinations never aged before.
Jason gently placing his hands on your shoulder. You jump from the contact, not expecting to feel anything. “I’m real, (Y/N).”
It took you a moment before you realized it was really him. Tears filled your eyes as you reached out to wrap him in a tight hug. “You were dead,” you whisper through your sobs.
“Yeah, I was,” Jason mumbles into your ear as he struggled to breathe through your tight hug.
“You weren’t supposed to leave me,” you sob, sniffing his leather coat and smiling a little when you realized he smelled the same.
“I know, but I’m here now,” he reassures you, pulling back to place a passionate kiss on your lips.
You kiss him back with all you had. When you broke apart, you gaze into his eyes knowing everything was going to be alright.