#29. Meeting the Family - Jason Todd x Reader
It’s day 29 of the 30 day challenge! For the full list of the prompts I will be doing for this writing challenge and the ones I have already completed, go here. Enjoy!
You were a bit taken aback when you parents asked you to bring your new boyfriend over for dinner. They wanted to meet the boy who stole their little girl’s heart but Jason was a little hesitant to meet them. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, he was just afraid what they might think of him.
“They aren’t going to like me [Y/N].” He insisted running his fingers through his hair nervously, his brow furrowed in distress. You strode over and pulled him into a hug, burying your head into his chest.
“Well I like you. If they can’t see that they can shove their opinions so far up their asses they’ll need three years of therapy and surgery to remove them.” You leaned up on the tips of your toes and pressed a kiss against his cheek. He laughed and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.
“So … I’m going to meet your family?” He asked gently stroking your hair.
“They’re not that bad.” You insisted. You couldn’t have known how much of an understatement that would turn out to be.
Your family’s initial meeting with you and Jason was very amicable and friendly. They welcomed the both of you in with open arms. It wasn’t until you all sat down for dinner that they started to focus their attentions on Jason.
“Are you two being safe? I’m too young to become a grandmother, [Y/N].” You mother said. Your face flared up in a deep blush and you let your fork clatter onto the plate.
“Mom!” You warned. If Jason didn’t appear to be so intimidated by the look your father was giving him he might have started laughing instead he slipped his hand into yours underneath the table.
“What [Y/N]? We just want to make sure that you don’t get yourselves into a situation that you’re not prepared to handle.” She continued. Your blush deepened. While you were happy that they cared so much, this is not what you wanted to talk about over dinner.
“Mom. It’s fine. We’re fine. We have it covered. Please don’t worry about it.” You insisted wanting nothing more than to crawl into a hole and die. Jason’s firm and steady grip on your hand was the only thing keeping yourself together at this point.
“If I may Mr. and Mrs. [Y/LN], I care for your daughter very much and I would do anything for her. I give you my word that I’ll never force her into doing anything she doesn’t want to do. I want nothing but the best for her.” Jason confessed to your parents. You smiled warmly at him and gripped his hand softly under the table to show your support. You mother beamed brightly at the two of you.
“Oh I like him, [Y/N]. Much better than the last schmuck you brought home.” She commented taking a deliberate bite of food.
“Mom!” You said with a laugh, shaking your head at her lack of filter.
“All joking aside, if you ever hurt our daughter I’m going to rain hell down upon you faster than you can say ‘Oh shit’. You understand me son?” You dad warned staring Jason down with his best intimidating look. In reality you knew that Jason could probably handle himself against whatever your father was threatening but Jason did his best to look intimidated by your father’s display.
“Loud and clear, sir.” Jason nodded with a deeply serious look on his face. He and your father stared each other down for a few moments before your father broke the tension with a booming laugh and a firm clap of his hand on Jason’s shoulders.
“Welcome to the family, son.” Your father smiled and all of the tension that you didn’t realize had been building up in your body vanished when you let out a deep sigh. Jason glanced over at you and gave you a small smile.
“Jason, did [Y/N] ever tell you about the time she -” You mother started telling her go-to embarrassing story about you.
“No!” You interrupted quickly but that did nothing to hinder her as she delved into some of your most embarrassing moments of your childhood.
The rest of the night went as smoothly as could be expected. You mother told Jason stories about you and showed him old childhood photos of you that you wished had been burned long ago. Your father pulled him aside for a little heart to heart while you and your mother were catching up. You wanted to ask Jason what they talked about when he returned to you but he simply shrugged and told you it was just a bunch of ‘guy stuff’ which warranted an eyeroll from you.
“I’m sorry about my parents. They can be a little much sometimes.” You apologized in the car ride back home.
“They care about you [Y/N]. They just want you to be happy.” He shrugged your apologies off.
“They like you, you know.” You offered with a smile. You parents seemed to get along great with Jason and you couldn’t be happier about that.
“They like that I make you happy.” Jason responded. You let your hand slip into Jason’s and you intertwined your fingers with his.
“Do I make you happy, Jason?” You ask softly.
“[Y/N], you make me happier than anything else in this world.” He confessed. You picked up your interlocked hands and placed a kiss on the back of his hand.
“Good.” You replied.