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Under the Christmas Lights
Fandom(s): DC, Batman, Batman: Wayne Family Adventures
Jason Todd/Red Hood x Fem Reader
Summary: You and Jason share a moment in Wayne Manor surrounded by lights and the festive season.
One-shot
Content: Fluff, romance, established relationship, slow dancing, Christmas Special, soft Jason Todd, smitten Jason Todd, romantic Jason Todd, Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd feels, Jason Todd is a Batfamily member, Reader is a Batfamily member, poetry, love poems, comic book reference.
Warnings: Mild language.
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The warmth of Jason’s hand in yours leaves a flutter in your chest as you walk together to the ballroom. Your eyes sweep over the decorations and string lights around the walls, giving the place a charming festive vibe, nothing too overwhelming but subtly noticeable of the holiday season.
Jason gives you a firm, yet gentle squeeze as you both come to stand in the center of the room. The white front streak of his hair curling slightly against his forehead, green tinted blue irises carrying a lighter shade. His tall, big bulky frame that could hide you easily gently pulls your own body towards him. A small smile stretches across his lips as he gazed softly down at you, hands resting above your midsection.
You naturally press yourself against him, leaving no space between you as you wrapped your arms around his mid underneath his signature leather jacket. Cheek resting against his chest as you met his look. There was nothing safer than being in Jason Todd’s embrace, with his warmth and scent indulging you. Your heart feels nothing but love and contentment right now.
“Alfred sure doesn’t disappoint. I think he’s upped his game this year.” you muse.
Jason hums lowly, leaning to press his lips against your forehead, resting his chin above your head as you two began to transitionally sway your bodies. “That’s Alfred. There’s pretty much nothing he can’t do. We’d have all gone mad without him.”
“So,” you trail off. “does bringing me all the way over here have something to do with hiding from the flock?”
A small snort escapes your boyfriend as he raised his head up, amused at your remark. “That’s one way to call them.”
“Well it was either that or colony, and the latter doesn’t exactly carry the same ring.”
“.. You just always happen to know that difference?”
You gave a nonchalant shrug. “Kinda. But that doesn’t answer my question, Jay.”
Jason chuckles before he wrapped his arms fully around your body this time, lifting you to his height for a moment before placing your laced sneakers to stand atop his combat boots. Considering Christmas Day was just family and not a party for the upperclass or extended relations of the Waynes, everyone’s attire was casual. One of which happened to be a big red hoodie you stole from your lover. Not that Jason ever minded, he always thought red suited you. It was just a plus to see his own clothes almost hide your figure because of the size difference.
His action surprised you for a second but you went along, curious to see where he was going with this. It didn’t stop him from rocking the both of you together, turning it into a slow waltz that had you two moving about in a steady circle.
“Is it a bad thing for a man to want to spend time alone with the love of his life?”
“No.” you purse your lips, cheeks flaring up from your boyfriend’s honest words. “But I am curious as to why we’re waddling around like penguins.”
“Thought it’d be easier for you.”
“As if that’d be enough, you ridiculous 6ft giant.”
Jason throws his head back with a laugh. Damian had once said that Jason was the most emotional of all of Bruce’s children, Robins specifically. And it was true, when Jason’s feelings would pile up and expand, he’d be overwhelmed with struggles on how to let them out and express it. Which became a pivotal thing of what kept the second Robin and The Bat divided for a few years.
The anger, the hurt, the vengeance. It took a long time for the former duo to sort out their issues, including Jason’s siblings. Even now, he still carried uneasiness in being more open with them upon certain circumstances. His deep level of vulnerability only came out to you. Only with you did he feel comfortable to be gentle and soft, loving and surprisingly romantic on his family’s part, but also show his pain. And considering that the two of you have been pretty much innocently dating since around the end of childhood in your early vigilante years, there came unwavering trust. Just as much as Jason was capable of feeling the deepest abyss of resentment and pain; when he loved, he loved the deepest anyone could have imagined about him.
You were each other’s first everything, and that romance only picked up where it left off when Jason returned to Gotham after being resurrected and serving the League of Assassins. Still, hearing Jason unhesitatingly claim you as something as deep as his soulmate and not just his girlfriend left butterflies in your stomach.
“With the amount of kids Bruce has adopted wandering everywhere, I can’t even hold you for longer than 5 minutes without one interruption.” Jason mumbles out, hugging you as closely as he could.
You deliver him a sweet smile as you moved your arms to different positions. One in his bigger hand, the other resting on his shoulder from behind his back.
“You have me now.” you say, face relaxed.
Jason returns your expression, gazing fondly. “And hopefully longer. You’ll have to get rid of me first, Princess.”
“Out of the question.” you reply, leaning your head on his shoulder. The two of you swaying to your own music, the string of lights shined down on you enchantingly.
Doing the same against your head, Jason begins to lowly murmur in your ear. “‘O my Luve is like a red, red rose that’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody that’s sweetly played in tune.’”
Jason leaves a kiss on your temple. “‘So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, so deep in luve am I; and I will luve thee still, my dear, till a’ the seas gang dry.’”
Then a trail follows down your neck, eliciting a giggle from you, a sound Jason adored hearing. “‘Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, and the rocks melt wi’ the sun; I will love thee still, my dear, while the sands o’ life shall run.’”
A small gasp then escapes you when he pick you up and twirls you around in a full circle. When he settled you back on his own feet, Jason finished the last stanza. “‘And fare thee weel, my only luve! And fare thee weel awhile!’” he moves to brush his lips against yours, just barely. “‘And I will come again, my luve, though it were ten thousand mile.’”
You synchronically kiss each other firmly the second he finished. Your arms around his neck and his around your waist in a tight hold.
Staying that way for minutes long you regrettably had to pull back to breathe, lightly panting.
Easing your footing to the floor, Jason reaches under his leather jacket. Pulling out a real red rose; grinning cheekily as your mouth parted in surprise.
Taking it from his grasp, you inspect the vibrant red colour of the petals admiringly. it matched the hoodie you wore well.
The giddiness of a schoolgirl over her crush never left you when Jason did these things. Show off his love of classic literature as a way to woo and convey his love for you. A side he secretly keeps just for your own eyes and ears. Even then, Jason was good at being verbal with you in his own words and small gestures that leave you in a mushy state.
“How on theme.” you jest with flushed cheeks, pleasantly smiling. “Did you steal one from Alfred’s garden?”
“God no.” Jason lightly retorts, shaking his head at the thought. “Besides, Alfred’s grown white roses this time.” he presses a kiss to your warm cheek. “People do say Christmas is for children and couples. So, have I impressed you, Princess?”
“You always know how.” you softly answer, smooching his jaw before trailing your lips to his mouth.
”I take that as high praise, sweetheart.” grinned Jason.
His quick instincts come out when you suddenly launch yourself at him, wrapping your legs around his waist and arms securely encompassing his neck. Jason uses his forearms to support your backside, mwerily welcoming the multitude of kisses charging towards his lips.
“The lights and the flower were a nice touch.” you say approvingly, mouth now an inch away from Jason’s, foreheads now touching.
“Romantically Christmassy?”
“Uh-huh.”
Jason looks satisfied with himself from your answer, making you laugh. He playfully swatted your ass in response, earthy eyes gleaming with light mischief.
“Ya know, since we’re the only couple here, there’s still some mistletoe around that could be of more use to us than the flock.”
“Guess we have to start looking, then.”
“We could even sneak out a champagne bottle. Or two.”
“In this house? With Bruce’s taste, that’d cost thousands, Jay.”
“It’s not like the Old Man’s gonna miss out on anything he can’t buy again. It’ll be fun.”
A/N: Poem used for this is a Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns.
