Jason Todd X (female) Reader: Spanked
Summary: Jason brings his girlfriend to meet his family for the first time, and she’s super nervous and breaks out in sass. Spanking and angst ensues.
Key: Y/N=Your Name, Y/N/N=Your Nick Name, Y/L/N=Your Last Name Y/Na=Your Nationality
“Babe?” Jason asked you, disrupting you from your thoughts as you stared out the window of the limousine.
“We’re here.” He held his hand for you to hold as you stepped out, taking in the ginormous mansion before you. You’d never been here before, and it took you a moment to realize that your run-down, mangy mutt for a boyfriend lived here. Suddenly, you felt terribly out of place in your ripped jeans and free tee from someplace you didn’t remember. But looking at Jason, you noticed that his jeans and ragged tee resembled your own. Yeah, you’d be fine.
“Are you okay, Y/N/N?”
“Peachy.” You pasted a smile on your face and slipped your arm through his, making your way into the Wayne Manor.
An older man with neatly groomed hair and a grim expression greeted them. “Master Jason. Welcome back. And I trust this is Miss Y/N?”
“Yeah, my Y/N.” He beamed at you as you shook Alfred’s gloved hand.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss. Please, follow me to the den. The others will join you shortly.”
“Thanks, Alfred, but I can show her around.”
The butler nodded, bowed, and exited Stage Right. Jason gripped your hand and practically dragged you to the den.
“A little excited, are we?” You gave a light laugh as you sat on the couch, side by side. You curled up against him.
He gave you a strange look.
“You’re only sarcastic when you’re nervous, hon.” His arm moved up and down in a relaxing massage on your arm.
“I’m fine, Jay. Honest.” You looked up at him, gazed into his eyes so he could see that you were telling the truth.
He leaned down and gave you a peck on the lips. “You better be.”
“TT, who is this, Todd?” Damian walked in, arms crossed, scowling at you.
“I’m Y/N.” You stuck your hand out, probably too quickly, and Damian reacted with lightning-fast reflexes and was going to strike your arm, but jason grabbed Damian’s hand with equally quick motions.
“You hurt her and I’ll put you back in that coffin,” Jason growled so low, it gave you chills up your spine and bare arms.
“TT, you couldn’t even if you tried. Besides, she attacked me.”
“A handshake is a universal gesture of friendship!” You raised your voice, shocked at this kid. He didn’t look more than twelve.
“Please don’t yell. My senses are already buzzing with this much lack of sleep.”
“Drake.” Damian mumbled.
“Tim, this is Y/N L/N.” You stood and shook his outstretched hand. Jason joined you, staying close.
Tim offered you a genuine, albeit half-crazed, smile. “It’s a pleasure, Y/N.”
“L/N? Y/Na?” A man who looked to be in his late thirties entered, with a small smile teasing at his lips. You’d know this man anywhere; he was a public figure in Gotham and the States.
“Bruce Wayne! Jason, you know Bruce Wayne?”
“Well, we are at the Wayne Manor. It makes sense, since I live in his house.”
“It would have helped if you’d told me I was meeting a national celebrity. I would’ve dressed up a bit nicer.”
“You’ll dress up for my dad, but not me?” He fake-pouted.
“He’s rich. You’re a broke-ass punk that broke into my apartment drunk and dazzled me into not calling the police because you claimed you could fix my sink.”
“And I did!”
“It still drips, babe.”
“Someone call?” Dick entered, eyes immediately falling on you. He winked.
His supportive arms wrapped around you, and suddenly you regained your spunk.
“Back off, Dickhead. This goddess is mine.”
“What, you kidnapped her?” Damian remarked. You felt your inner sassmaster come out to defend yourself and your punk-ass boyfriend.
“For your information, Damian, it was more like a live-in repairman and master chef. With benefits.” You winked up at Jason as the entire group, with the exception of Damian, erupted in laughter that warmed your core. Dick had to lean his forehead on Bruce’s shoulder to prevent from falling over. You heard your own hearty giggle mixing with the baritones of the group.
You felt a sharp sting on your ass. Looking around, Jason was the only one in close enough proximity to do it. You glared up at him, but he was looking at his brothers and father, laughing. Your glare must’ve caught his attention, because he sobered up immediately and looked quite remorseful. You interpreted his “I’m sorry” look and proceeded to have a good time with his family, but you both knew that once it was over, you two would have a less-than-fun conversation.
You entered your shared apartment first, followed closely by Jason, who shut the door behind himself.
“I like your family. A lot,” you said, hoping to start casual conversation.
“Yeah, they’re pretty great.” He opened his mouth to say more, but no words came out.
Silence settled between you like a concrete wall.
“So, about earlier…Y/N, I’m so sorry. I–”
“Why, Jason? You knew I was uncomfortable. What the hell made you think that smacking my ass would help?!”
“I…I don’t know. I’m sorry. I fucked up, I get it. It won’t happen again.”
“You know I love you, Y/N/N. I love you so much.”
You rolled your eyes. He had no idea how much that nickname fucked with your reasoning.
Before he knew how to react, you crashed into him and pressed your lips to his. In an instant, his hands were in your hair and at the small of your back.
“Does this mean we’re good now?” he asked breathlessly.
You laughed. “Yeah, Jay. We’re good.” He pressed a tender kiss to your jaw, which drove you over the edge of logic and reason. “Ah, fuck it. Spank me anytime you like, Jaybird.”