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.”
this is so boyfriend jason todd coded <3
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
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!
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
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.
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.”
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.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝓓𝗈 ㅤ𝗒𝗈𝗎ㅤ 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 ㅤ𝗁𝗈𝗐 ㅤ𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 ㅤ𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 ㅤ𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 ㅤ.ᐣ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ℛ𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 ㅤ𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁ㅤ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ㅤ𝖻𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 ㅤㅤㅤ𝗈𝖿ㅤ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ㅤ𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 ㅤ𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 ㅤ𝗒𝗈𝗎 ㅤ𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅ㅤ 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ for my mal 𖹭 @softspokenpoetry