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i love when people say my before my name/nickname. makes me feel special

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎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.”

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎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.

JASON TODD who is not very good at hiding what he wants. oh, he’ll try. he’ll cradle the side of your face, kiss you softly, slow, and treacherously tender—and he’ll try to play it off when you tease him. but that hunger is unmistakable, it’s deliciously obvious on his tongue, and it’s painfully irresistible. one look into those eyes, and you’re done. clothes adorned across the floor, plucked like flower petals all in a second. he’ll have you laid out beneath him on the bed, kissing every inch of you like a solemn prayer before dinner. tightly grasping onto your hips, pulling you closer, and closer, and closer—until he shudders, breath heavy and skin damp, pressing his forehead against your own, a pretty little curse escaping his mouth. “....fuck.”

JASON TODD who loves without restraint. his love is complete and unconditional, and it only expands when he holds his little girl for the first time. he couldn't imagine loving you any more than he already did—and yet, he did. the world suddenly felt so silent and non-existent, his heart shattering the moment he saw her bright eyes. and when her little fingers wrapped around his thumb, when she smiled up at him, his ribcage just couldn't contain it. tears fell, and his whispers of gratitude were almost unintelligible between the kisses against your forehead.

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎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.

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