Cardinal Sins (Sequel to ARS) Jason Todd x Roy Harper x fem!reader

Landslide

song by fleetwood mac

Reuniting later that night with Lian is surreal.

The three of you are back at your place, something you can tell puts both men at ease, but you don't have time to question.

She's been forewarned that you're still sick and recovering, but this doesn't stop her from bounding up onto your bed to give you hugs and kisses. She spends the next half-hour showing you all the pictures she's drawn in your absence and even fixes the messy braids her dad had bestowed upon you.

"You know what?" she says suddenly. You watch as she carefully sets down the drawings on her dads shared nightstand, then anxiously tucks a stray piece of her inky black hair behind her tanned ear, "I thought you left me." Your heart shatters. "I thought you weren't coming back like my first mommy."

Heart shattered??? No, your entire being is crushed to a pulp.

"Never, Lian," you swear to her as you pull her in for as tight a hug as you can manage in your recovering state. "I promise I'd never leave you. Not willingly."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I'm going to do everything in my power, you know, whatever it takes, to make sure our family stays together," she nods lightly at your statement, though she begins to pick at the seams the duvet you're under. "I like it when we're all together," you say with a genuine smile, poking at her lightly until she finally gives in and smiles back.

"Me, too." The little girl squeezes you with all her might before Jason and Roy come in to dress your wounds.

"Lian, go finish the picture you started for her the other day while we get her cleaned up, okay?"

"Okay, daddy."

Jason presses a kiss to her forehead as she slips down the tall bed.

They gently lay you down on the king-sized mattress and clean your healing wounds with delicate precision. You don't know what to say and it seems like they're clearly in the same boat.

"I should've been paying more attention," you lament with a weary exhale. "I didn't mean to put anyone through this shit."

"Stop it. No one blames you," Jason grumbles as he gently checks over your head wound. "It could've happened to any of us."

"We all really missed you," Roy cuts in before you can retort, hoping to cut off another pissing fest before it starts. His soft hands trail up and down your exposed legs comfortingly. "It was really hard coping without you."

Your brows furrow together, suddenly remembering how much Roy had been struggling so much before your accident.

"I'm sor-"

"Don't," Roy warns lightly. His light green eyes flash with an unreadable emotion briefly before he slowly goes back to trailing up and down your legs. "You don't owe anyone an apology, baby."

You're in your comfy clothes, one of their over-sized shirts and your short, cotton shirt as you watch the two of them watching you. It's like they're scared to take their eyes off of you for fear of missing out on any more time with you.

"Besides," Jason starts as he finishes off cleaning the wound from your feeding tube, "it's not like we didn't try to deal with shit while you were..."

You watch as he trails off, swallowing deeply before forcing himself to put the kit away.

"Even if you didn't, it's clear that we need better coping mechanisms to be more supportive of each other as a family, anyway," you say. "I was wanting to bring it up before... you know," your hands wring together anxiously until Jason and Roy each take one into their grip and squeeze gently.