Jason/Dick one-shots

Tension

(A/N) Decided to try a male y/n for this smutty one. 😚 
Dom y/n

Like any other night, Gotham was cold and humid. The patrol with Jason was going smoothly, there were no screams yet, which was unusual at this hour. 

Soon though, there was a break in at the bank, at least it was something that could entertain you for a while. You looked over at Jason, making sure he'd seen; he turned to look at you, bringing a finger to his helmet. (We all know he'd look smexy doin' it 😩)

You sent a nod his way before quietly moving closer, there were two goons guarding outside. You carefully got down from the rooftop, making sure that the goons weren't able to see you, much less hear you. 

Before you could get to them though, they were both shot in the head, and the very next second, Jason appeared next to you. 

"Dammit Red! What happened to being subtle?!" You quietly yelled at him, smacking his arm. 

He chuckled, taking a step towards you, "sorry sweetheart, I thought you liked it when I was impulsive." 

"Stop playing around, we have to go stop this dumb heist!" You smacked his arm again, but you were blushing hard beneath the mask. 

"We'll continue this later...sweetheart~" He cooed the last part, leaving a lingering touch on your waist as he carefully moved you aside to get closer to the bank. 

You ignored the heat that began to pool in your core and followed Jason into the bank; it was like any other heist, victims on the ground, staff being held at gunpoint, and money being stuffed in bags. 

"Alright, let's get this over with, drop the guns and put the money back. If you're not cooperative, then this won't go very well for you."  Jason put his hands on his hips, waiting for them to do as he said.

"And what makes you think we're gonna do as you say, huh?" A masked man said, holding his gun up threateningly. 

"I think we found the leader," He chuckled, turning to look at you.

"You should really listen, or this will end up with you being tied up crying like the little pussies you are." You tilted your head, staring at the guy. 

"Who the fuck are you?" He asked, giving you a dirty look.

"I don't like going around spreading my name, so let's just get this over with. Drop the fucking guns and put the money back." You said, crossing your arms over your chest, this was getting very annoying. 

He scoffed, pointing his gun at you. Jason stepped in before he could do anything and shot his leg, but the guy fired the gun, sending a bullet towards you. It didn't do much, just a scrape, but damn did it hurt. 

You seethed, sending him a glare, but Jason looked even more mad than you did. So, the both of you did what you had to do and beat them all up, tying them down before calling the cops so they could take care of the rest whilst you both continued on your patrol. 

"I don't have anything to bandage you up," he sighed, taking off his helmet. 

"I'm fine, it's just a scratch Jay." You grumbled, pulling your mask off as well.

He poked the skin below the "scratch", causing you to hiss.

"What's wrong with you?" You smacked his arm, glaring at him.

"My proof exactly, we should get back to your apartment. I'll bandage you up and I can continue patrol while you stay home." He said, grabbing your hand, leading you over to the fire escape. 

"Jason I'm fine, why are you treating me as if I was weak?" You whispered the last part, confused. 

"Y/n... it's not that, I think you're one of the strongest people I've ever met. I just-I don't want to see you get hurt because of me."