Assorted Character Oneshots

According to Plan - Jason Todd

Summary: Jason and YN had been friends since time began, but ever since he'd arisen from the dead, something was off. YN figures it out, but not all goes according to plan.

Triggers: Arguing, partying, mentions of alcohol, smut, fighting, swearing, aftercare,  Kinks (pet names, choking, oral, degradation, edging, overstimulation, praise, hair pulling, light bondage)

Word Count: 4,707

This was the third time Jason had blown ___ off that week, and it was only Wednesday. They rolled their eyes, finding themself at the door to Wayne manor. Of course, ___ knew about the Wayne's being the Bats, it was impossibly easy considering how often they used to haunt these hallowed halls. They rang the bell, smiling as Alfred Pennyworth, the Wayne's butler, opened the door. 

"Master ___, you know you're welcome just to come in." His posh accent brought a warmth to their stomach, added on by the scent of fresh cookies drifting through the air. "I know, but then I'd never see your handsome face, Alfred." They giggled and walked past him, feeling the cold air leave the room as the large door closed behind them. He waved them in, pointing out that he hadn't seen Jason yet today before disappearing back into the kitchen. ___ made a mental note to grab a few cookies on the way out before making their way up the stairs. They pushed the door to Jason's room open and found him laying on his bed, staring away at his screen. 

Clearing their throat seemed to catch his attention, eyes scanning their form and knotting in confusion as to why they were so dressed up. No, it wasn't anything fancy, but it was dressier than the comfortable clothes they always wore when they hung around Wayne Manor. "Hey ___, what's up?" He sat up, eyes still latched onto their clothes. 

"Did you forget, again? Gods, Jason, maybe dying gave you actual brain damage. We were going to a party tonight, you were supposed to pick me up. When you didn't, I came here to make sure you didn't get roped into patrol again."

"Wait, how did you get here?"

"The bus, obviously."

Jason sighed, running his hands down his face with a slight annoyance hung about him. "You know I don't like it when you ride the bus alone."

"Then pick up your phone when I call, asshole. Are we going or not because, if not, I need to go like now." Jason shook his head. "I'm coming, just let me get changed." 

___ shook their head, not so much as an apology. They don't know what they expected, Jason never apologized for shit, but they were hoping that maybe he'd see how annoyed they were and would actually care. Maybe that's on them. With a sigh, they plopped onto the edge of his bed, back facing the large closet that Jason was finding himself sifting through. ___ spotted a mirror, placed adjacent to the closet, seeing the reflection of Jason pulling his shirt off. God, his back was covered in scars and a few bruises from his last patrol. A heat found its way to their cheeks, turning their ears bright red, as they leaned away, losing sight of Jason altogether. They stood as he rounded the side of the bed, now dressed in black jeans and a plain red tee. "This look okay?"

"You always look good. Come on, we're already behind."  ___ clutched the jacket in their arms tighter as they left the room. Jason quickly pulled his shoes on and pulled a simple necklace over his head, jogging to catch up with ___ on the stairs. They informed Alfred of where they were going and gratefully took a cookie off the plate he offered up. ___ yelled a warm goodbye to the older gentleman before the door closed, leaving the two in the darkness of the night. Their warm exterior seemed to wane away for the moment, making their way over to Jason's motorcycle. He handed them their helmet, noticing the force at which they jutted the headgear away from his grip. "Okay, what is it?"