‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤyou can ask the flowers, i sit for hours!

JASON TODD who is the father of two beautiful girls, jane and juliet. yes, named after jane austen and shakespeare.

JASON TODD who reads to them every night before bed. and even before they were born, he read to them. he has never skipped a night, not a single chapter or a single page. he had to indoctrinate them with classic literature young.

JASON TODD who takes his daughters out on daddy-daughter dates every chance he gets. he takes them to art museums, opera shows, and tea parties with professional princess actresses. trips to the library are regular, and with each visit, they always pick out a movie to watch together.

JASON TODD who lets them paint his nails, put face masks on him and basically just use him as their own doll. he doesn’t mind when they trace over the scars on his face. sometimes they compare him to the fairytale heros he reads to them about, and that makes him tear up more than he’d ever admit.

JASON TODD whose wife loves flowers, so he takes his daughters with him like every other week to pick out a new bouquet for her. they grow up with the perfect example of what a gentleman should be like.

JASON TODD who pulls off typical dad outfits wayyy too well.

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤtoo busy bein’ yours to fall for somebody new!

— notes 𖹭 j. todd x wife!reader. agents of gotham au. married life shenanigans!!

JASON TODD was kneeled down before you, on his knee, working ever so gently to slip the black leather heel onto your foot, adjusting the ankle strap perfectly.

once he was done, he lifted your leg and pressed a kiss against your thigh, lingering for a quiet moment before standing up right, his hands immediately settling onto your waist.

in response, your own hands trailed over his chest before arranging his suit, fixing his tie just to tug it once more, pulling him close so you could kiss his cheek. lipstick remained where you did not, and you chuckled delicately, running your thumb over it.

“something funny to you, mrs. todd?”

“a little. you, actually.”

“oh, really now.” he whispered, his lips a mere inch away from yours.

“mhmm.”

he chuckled himself, the sound reverberating around your insides, shooting shockwaves up your spine, and sewing itself into the walls of your heart.

a million little words, so many promises, scattered across his eyes. how many could you count in a second? and how many could you translate before he blinked?

“you’re breathtaking.” he murmured, skillfully leaning down to steal a proper kiss, fulfilling every dream you possibly could have dreamed. he was a sanctuary, you could rest your entire soul in his arms.

“and you’re sweet.” you inched away, pressing a hand against his chest. “but we still have work to do.”

“you’re no fun.”

“i’m plenty fun, and you know that.” you tut, taking a handkerchief and wiping away the red mark on his cheek.

“my wife... married to the job before me.”

“oh, hush. ceo of the sassy man apocalypse.”

one of my favorite things ever is to write jason in a relationship where he gets all the love he deserves, where it's all very domestic, cute, lovely, because after everything he's been through, he deserves all the love in the world, and as much domesticity as he wants

JASON TODD who bears the weight of an entire universe inside his heart. you can hear it when he holds you—every pulse of blood a testament, every breath a nebula born. and his kisses are like stars, each burning with an unique intensity. some are passing, breif, and soft. those stars are born when he steals a kiss before patrol, or when he uses them as an apology for leaving bed so early. some are almost blinding, earth shattering and consuming. but your favorite star is the one right in between. soft-mouthed on your neck, hands on your waist, tracing your own universe.

domestic JASON TODD who genuinely wonders how his daughter is even real. “she’s perfect..” he murmurs, his voice hushed and expression softer than the fabric she’s swaddled in... oh, her eyes, so much like his own, blink up at him, studying him intently, her tiny little hands wrapped tightly around his finger. he gently takes her folded fist, and he brings it to his lips, placing kisses upon her knuckles. he melted at her toothless smile, her darling laugh. seriously, how was she real? he helped make that beautiful, precious girl? fuck... two or three more years and he’ll want another!

building legos with JASON TODD ♡ specifically the batmobile

“jason... that is not how it's supposed to go.”

“i've been in the real damn thing before, i'm pretty sure i'd know which pieces go together.”

“well clearly, you do not.” you mutter, your expression pinched with mild annoyance as you try to break apart two extremely rude lego pieces that just refuse to cooperate.

noticing your struggle, jason takes them and separates them effortlessly and easy, as if he's opening some pickle jar.

“leave the job to the professionals, babe.” he teased, the corners of his mouth turning into an obnoxiously handsome and boyish grin. you stare unamused.

“i am going to purposely leave a lego out so you step on it.”

“wow. now that is cruel.”

“i know.” you sigh theatricality, as if it pains you to make such a threat. “i truly am a sweet girl, don't make me resort to such tactics.”

a fraction of a laugh escapes his throat. “i didn't even do nothin’ wrong.”

“uhm, yes you did. you were being stubborn.”

he hummed, not convincingly agreeing with you. “right. how will i ever make it up to you, doll?”

you pretend to think for a long moment, “a kiss will do.”

he didn’t waste a single second before kissing you, his scent immediately mingling with your senses, like the moon flirting with the stars, dazzling the sky.

eventually, he pulled away, but he continued to linger, his nose gently brushing up against yours, promising another kiss later.

“apology accepted?”

“apology accepted.”

kissing for the sake of science <3

𓄴， ﹙ ♡ ﹚ 𝓢HORT N' SWEET ! ◌ 𓈒 ׄʬ

💌 — JASON TODD ᶻ𝘇𐰁

𖥻 . sabrina carpenter!reader( minus the singer part ). reader curls her hair. fem!reader. random names,, cherries !!( not really. ) grammatical errors. reader curls her hair. fluff.

REQUESTED ; SUGGESTED : : @jtoddsangel : : hiii i've never actually requested anything before (so i'm kinda nervous idk lol) but i just love love love your writing soo .. can i request jason with a reader who is basically just like sabrina carpenter. the humor, the curls, the everything you know and tysm sweet angel <3 xoxo

BOOKS ; DC BOOK ; RULES

ᨦ𓏲 ، ݃♟❜ : : AAAA, TANIA !! vv happy i was the first ever 😋. hi , hi . by s. carpenter i had NO idea if that includes her being a singer :/// so, so, so, so, sorry if i got your req wrong 💔. i also tried to make it seem s. carpenter 😭 ( the writing, since the pov is leaning more on reader's side. ). i feel like i made it seem dirty ,, like. oh. alwd. pretend it's not idk,, i tried using big words, but i was like. "ion think it matches the vibe" so no no. short n sweet bc it's short af & lip gloss r sweet( at least mine is)

"jay. jay. jay. pick up. pick up. pick up."

you're lying on your stomach, legs kicked up, voice half-way between dramatic urgency & well, shenanigans as you chant into your phone. your bedroom is filled with the scent of strawberries, vanilla, & you. & “you” means chaos. you just curled your hair ( again ), & you're wearing an over-sized baby tee that reads "sassy since birth" because, are you not?

"hello?"

oh, his voice. scratchy. tired. confused. jason todd.

"hey, do you believe in lip gloss soulmates?"

"..what?"

"i'm testing a hypothesis. research. come over. like now. code red. emergency."

"are you bleeding?"

"only from the heart. hurry, jay."

click.

& that left a very confused jason todd who arrives 11 minutes later. sometimes you wonder if he's flash's secret love child.

he's in his leather jacket ( duh ) & in a scowl that you know is very fake. you can tell by the way his eyes slightly soften when he sees you sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by…,

"are those all lip glosses?"

"you're so observant. meet my beloved children, jason."

"there's like fourteen."

"eighteen," you correct him, holding up two tubes like they're precious jewels. "but today, we're reducing it to the crème de la crème. the tastiest. the plushest. the kissiest."

he blinks. hard.

"this had better not be some tiktok thing."

"it's a me thing." you pat the pink plush pillow beside you. "sit, red hood. it's science."

"i'm not wearing lip gloss."

"who told you you were wearing it?"

that catches his attention. his head tilted a little, that obvi-obvious interest in his eyes, the same one he uses when somebody's being too polite in the narrows. suspicious. wary. 100% jason.

"explain."

"easy," you chirp. you twist a tube named peach please & apply it with without any small mistakes. jason observes the shape your mouth takes, & you could swear his eye winks. at least, you think he should wink.

"you tell me which one tastes the best."

"tastes?"

"mhm." you edge closer. the tiny scent of peaches blows between you. "how else are we supposed to know which one's the winner?"

he looks at you. the you're-pulling-me-into-your-shenanigans-again look. "you're ridiculous."

"you love it."

he does. jason todd loves you in all your mess, your arrogance, your jokes & sugar & sass & mess. did i say mess? he loves how you flirt like it's breathing & how your laugh makes the air feel fizzy.

"you want me to kiss you."

"so bad," you sigh dramatically. "for the sake of science."

his jaw clenches, & you knos he's struggling not to smirk. he whines like you asked him to sweep up evidence, but he leans in anyway.

peach.

sweet. soft. you're hardly touching him, just a little kiss, a peck. a test. his hand trembles like he wants to wrap it around your waist but doesn't.

"thoughts?" you ask, pursed lips.

"i didn't know they had flavors."

"he didn't know they had flavors," you tease in a gasp. "you think this gloss is just for shine?" like what's the point of the cute fruit shapes if it doesn't have flavors?

"i thought it was for aesthetics."

"aesthetics," you quote back, scandalized. like he just insulted every woman on earth. "baby, it's for taste. atmosphere. experience. okay next."

he blinks once more. you apply berry me alive.

he doesn't even hesitate this time. he leans in, his mouth grazing yours a bit longer. it leaves you a bit breathless. & perhaps a bit dizzy.

"better. tangier."

"mmh, tangy. we like that."

lip gloss #3 : : mint condition.

"whoa," he says, lips tingling. "this one tastes like i kissed a winter breeze."

"ooh, poetic."

"shut up."

lip gloss #4 : : coconut crush.

"tastes like vacation."

"i am a vacation."

"you're a full resort."

damn right, you are.

his voice is deeper now. warmer. fonder. like he could get used to this. you don't say anything, but your heart does a little spin. & your brain screaming “focus, bitch.”

lip gloss #5 : : bubble trouble.

"this is what pink tastes like," he grumbles, licking his lips afterwards. you laugh. he's so jason. very jason. super jason. literally jason.

lip gloss #6 : : vanilla vixen.

"classy. soft. like kissing a cupcake."

"awww."

he looks at you for a beat too long.

lip gloss #7 : : cherry bomb.

you don't say a word when you put it on. neither does he. the scent was strong. the air changes, this time, when he kisses you, it's not like before. it's definitely different.

longer. deeper. slower.

he kisses like he's starving.

like he's committing it to memory.

like this isn't a game anymore.

like he's done being patient.

when he draws back, you both look dazed.

"winner," he mutters.

you blink, lips kiss-swollen, hair curled & lovely & heart doing flips. your brain is probably malfunctioning. "duh. cherries always win."

"you set that up."

"me? with an agenda? never."

he squints his eyes, then does the unthinkable. he grabs the cherry gloss.

"...jay."

"what?"

"you're applying it to yourself?"

"yeah. for science."

he grins. & next thing you know, you're kissing him again.

& again.

& again.

cherry never seemed so sweet.

later, you both find yourselves on your bed, his jacket on the floor, your lip glosses messy like confetti.

"you gonna review it or what?" he whispers, thumb tracing the outline of your cheek.

"maybe. five stars. jason todd seal of approval."

he hums. "you're ridiculous."

"short n' sweet."

"hmm?"

"that's what this night is," you say drowsily. "short n' sweet."

he places a kiss on your forehead. "no. just sweet."

jason todd is so real. & he smells like leather, gunpowder, & now, he tastes cherry lip gloss. he's so, so real.

you win.

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JASON “....and she tortures me, tortures me with her love... the past was nothing. in the past it was only that infernal body of hers that tortured me, but now i've taken all her soul into my soul and through her i've become a man....” TODD

𝐿𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀 𖹭 she/her. jason todd’s stargirl. romance novel enthusiast. sixteen. christian. infp-t. hopeless romantic. anthophile. written by 𝒮abrina carpenter. singular act i girlie. lipgloss addict. professional diva.

current read: reading the right move, liz tomforde. ㅤ current watch: summer strike.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“i did ask if it came in black, but then i thought... ㅤㅤㅤnah, you’d just get all jealous.”

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤbut i’ll love you like you need me to, imperfect for you!

JASON TODD and ya’lls little gestures of love. those subtle touches, stolen kisses, clandestine whispers, and other acts of service.

like gently brushing away your hair when you’re rambling, or subconsciously reaching for your hand in any crowd. always willing to carry your bags, books and drinks. smiling at each other through the mirror when brushing your teeth, and reading together before bed.

(not so) begrudgingly allowing you to play with his hands. tracing over his tattoos when you’re bored, drawing invisible hearts on the inside of his palm. sometimes you tell him to close his eyes, and he has to guess what you’re writing or drawing.

kissing away your tears when you cry, kissing your frostbitten nose in the winter, kissing in the rain and in the sunshine. tending to his wounds, kissing his bruised knuckles and kissing just because you want to.

twirling you around in the kitchen to cheesy love songs, binge watching shitty rom coms and eating ice cream, nudging your shoulder and snickering at every corny joke. sneaking onto the couch beside him after an argument because even though he pisses you off, you still love him.

there are hello kitty stickers and lipstick stains on his motorcycle helmet. you made him a floral ashtray for the cigarettes you told him to stop smoking. books, candles and house plants attire your shared apartment. his bed and every piece of clothing smells like your perfume.