We don't choose our family. (BATFAMILY/JASON TODD X READER) part 1
Batfam/jason Todd imagine.
Note- this imagine literally took 2 weeks and I wrote it in my math class.
Also (y/b/d) means your birthdate
Scenario- you have been fighting along side the batfam for over 7 years now but what if they knew who you really were, where you really came from, which clown prince is your father.
Warning- mention of death, fighting, slight cursing.
PART 2 OUT NOW——————————————
“Come on Tim, you have to try harder than that.” You said as you once again managed to pin the third Robin on the blue training mat. You got off of his chest and watched as he stared at the ceiling with a smirk on his face.
“I am, I am, you know I’m only running on about on hour of sleep.” He said standing up and running a hand through his hair roughly.
“Tim.” You groaned in exasperation. “We talked about this, no training unless you had at least 3 hours of sleep.”
He chuckled and walked past you to where his usual cup of black coffee was waiting for him. You glared at him and flopped backwards on the cold mat and let out a sigh. You still had no idea how that boy could drink straight black hot coffee, after a training session.
“What did they do to you, this time.” You heard the voice of the first Boy Wonder say as he stood next to you and peered downward, letting out a soft chuckle with his arms crossed.
“Nothing, I’m just considering shooting Tim with a tranquilizer dart, that could put down a bear,“ you said tilting your head to the side as you heard heavy foot steps coming down the stairs of the Batcave.
“I second that,” you heard Bruce say as he sat behind the bat monitor and took off his tie, running his hands over his face and slumping over.
“So, I see the date didn’t go well?“ You ask as you stood up and teased Bruce about his charity date. You were all for the idea and thought it was great. Whoever the highest bidder was, won a date with play boy millionaire, Bruce Wayne.
It was funny to you, because the big bad Bruce Wayne got auctioned off to a 75 year old woman. Let’s just say she got a bit frisky with him as the first thing she did when she walked on stage to collect her prize was “accidentally” squeeze his butt when he hugged her.
Needless to say you and every other person in the audience, including the rest of the batfamily started laughing so hard, you fell on the floor and had to leave the room to compose yourself.
“You can shut up at any point, (y/n).” Bruce said forcing out a chuckle, as the rest of the batboys covered there smiles with there hands and Tim bit his knuckle to keep from laughing.
“I don’t understand.” Poor little Damian said from where he was training Titus a new trick. You laughed and shook your head,getting ready to go home for the day.
“Are you seriously gonna leave without saying goodbye to your favorite robin?” You heard the gruff voice of the one and only Jason Todd say as he killed the engine on his newly modeled silent motorcycle.
“I could never do that.” You stared with a smile as you walked over and wrapped your arms around Jason’s neck as he wrapped his around your waist, while burying his head into your neck.
It was no secret that you had a crush on Jason, well at least still a secret to him. Jesus, you hoped it was. You had met Jason when he was still very angry at Bruce for “replacing” him. You were one of the reasons Jason actually decided to rejoin the batfam. Only you didn’t know that.
You were exactly like him, growing up in the bad part of Gotham, living in the streets, having no parents and he felt as if though you would understand why he was mad. Two years after your first meeting and various other encounters he came to the batcave unarmed and apologized for his behavior and wanted back in the family but of course, Bruce, needed to test him first.
You helped him through the pain, testing, distrust and frustration as he worked his way back to redemption and you just couldn’t stop thinking about him, feelings for more than just a friendship started to bloom in your heart.
That was 5 years ago, making it 7 years that you had actually known him.
You had been in love with him for 5 years and still didn’t have the guts to tell him. You fearlessly took out super villains as a night job but still couldn’t tell the guy you’ve known for years, that you liked him.
You even grieved about your feeling to dick who just laughed at you and said how “ironic” this moment was, something you did not take lightly, seeing as you pinned him against the wall until he said uncle.
A big difference between you and Jason was Bruce took you in when you were around 20 and he took Jason in when he was around 10. (At different times of course, considering you met Jason when he was 21 and you were 20)
When you first got into the vigilante game, you took your anger out on everybody who dared wrong the city you loved.
Bruce met you when you were beating up a robber in a alley and pulled you off of him before you could get your kill shot in.
He taught you that it was ok to fight the bad guys but you couldn’t allow yourself to stoop to there level. After that you just tended to stay around Bruce and discover his identity, as well as his family’s, and you’ve been there ever since.
Good memories, good memories.
“Ok, now I gotta really get going because there is a bed at home with my name on it.” You said as you let go of Jason and turned to grab your workout bag.
“Bye guys.” You said and were left off with a chorus of byes that were cut off by the eerily familiar chuckle coming from the bat monitor.
Your bag slumped out of your arm and hit the floor as you turned to see the pasty face and crazy eyes, you knew all to well.
You looked to see Jason hands turn into fists and a glare settle on his once relaxed face, as he gritted his teeth swinging his legs off of the bike and stood behind Bruce, who was in full alert.
“Well, well Gotham, what’s it been now? 5 years, 7, 4, ah who cares?” The joker said as he leaned way to close to the camera. You walked and stood on the other side of Bruce as everyone else crowded around the monitor.
“It seems while daddy was away, the children never came out to play.” He said with a flourish of hand gestures and chuckles.
You let out a sigh of relief, as your realized he was talking to the entirety of Gotham, not just you. When the joker was locked up the crime rate in Gotham dropped significantly, that must of been what he was talking about.
“Anyhow let’s get on with the point, the last time my people saw their prince, batsy was hauling me to time out.” He said frowning as you felt a rough hand grab yours pulling you closer to them.
Turning to your right you saw Jason had a tight, yet reassuring grip on your hand, but kept looking at the screen with a fierce glare and his jaw locked. He pulled you so your shoulder was brushing against his. You would have smiled if this had been a better situation.
“Well I think because I was so good and waited so long I deserve a little reward, I want my daughter.” He said turning so serious at the end of his sentence, a shiver ran up your spine.
You had a iron grip on Jason’s hand as you looked at the screen in complete horror. It was to soon, you wanted more time.
“Oh, and if you think of not following my demand, there’s a small group of people who would beg you otherwise.” The joker giggled, pointing the camera towards a group of about 12 people who had on torn and dirty clothes with tear stained faces.
“You have until midnight, or else I have my fun.” The joker yelled making all of the people jump as he turned off the transmission.
“He has a daughter?” Tim questioned slowly as they all continued to stare at the black screen.
“How could I have never known about that.” Bruce said standing up and rushing to put on his suit.
“Well we have to find her before he gets to her, she’s obviously dangerous if that thing, wants her.” Jason said giving your hand a slight squeeze as you stared up at him, feeling your heart shatter.
This is exactly what you thought would happen. They thought that you were a monster, a killer, a villain, just like your dad. You hid a secret from them for 7 years, one of the worst secrets you had ever had. You would definitely break there trust and be tossed in arkham.
You were the daughter of the joker himself.
You didn’t remember anything of your father because you ran away from home when you were 3. The “run”, really just consisted of going to the park and falling asleep on a bench.
When the police arrived to see a small little girl asleep on a park bench, they immediately asked you where you lived. You told them exactly where your house was but when you arrived it was empty. The only thing left was the furniture and appliances, everything, even the things in your bedroom were gone. At least this is what you were told, you couldn’t remember because you were only 3 when it happened.
The police scoured Gotham for months to find your parents and even put your story in the news, for someone to come claim you. In the meantime you were put in foster care, a temporary situation which turned permanent.
When you were around 13 you started to receive these horrible letters about how the boogeyman was coming for you soon. You were so terrified you told the headmaster of the foster home but she brushed them off as a prank.
The next letter also came with a package. A DNA test to prove you were related to this boogeyman. Your eyes almost shot out of your head when you realized that the test required a DNA sample.
This “boogeyman” had to sneak into your room and put a cotton swab in your mouth, he was in your room when you were dead asleep. After that you didn’t sleep well for years, you still don’t. You started training hardcore in any type of martial arts you could, because you were so scared that he would come for you.
On your 18th birthday you got one more letter. It was a picture of a baby being held by a man but he was bent over so the only thing you saw was his bright green hair and pale ghostly skin. You flipped the photo over and saw written on the back in cursive loopy handwriting.
(Y/b/d)~~~ Papas coming for you little girl.
You gasped in horror as you flipped the photo again and saw that the baby was wrapped in your baby blanket, the only think you had when you “ran away” and your birthday was written on the back.
This man or monster, this “boogie man” who has tormented you most of your teen life was your father.
It was years before you figured out that the man in the picture was also known as the clown prince of crime, the most hated villain in Gotham, the joker.
“(Y/n.)” Jason said turning so you were facing him, snapping you out of your memories. “It’s gonna be ok, they’re both going back to arkham and out of our hair.” He said as he pulled you in for a hug and stroked the back of your hair.
You pushed your face into Jason’s neck and breathed In his same old scent of musk and cigarette smoke. He was never going to forgive your for this. Your father killed him, beat him with a crowbar,used his feelings against him, and took him away from everyone he loved.
“I’m sorry Jason, I’m so sorry.” You said in the tiniest whisper into his neck, luckily he didn’t hear you.
“We have a location on the joker, we gotta go now!” Tim yelled from the platform where Damian and Bruce were sitting in the batmobile.
Dick left as soon as the transmission had ended on his own motorcycle but you weren’t really paying attention.
You moved out of Jason’s warm embrace and looked up to give Tim a thumbs up, he gave one back then jumped into the batmobile. Bruce started the engine and peeled out of the cave with a loud screech.
“Look I promise we will finish this talk later, after all this, I have some really important things to say.” Jason said before running over to where your motorcycles were resting grabbing his and speeding out of the cave behind Bruce.
“Believe me, what I say is going to be more interesting.” You said before running over and jumping on your bike.
You quickly exited the cave on your way to finally meet your fate.———————————————––––––––––––––– PART TWO OUT NOW