Batfamily x Reader Oneshots

☁️ Need A Hug (Jason Todd x Vigilante!Reader)

"Hey."

The cushion dipped slightly next to you. You almost flinched, you hadn't heard him come in. Jason softly adjusted against the couch, his arm resting atop the back of the cushions as he faced you. You were sitting in the manor's living room, knees to your chest when you zoned out in the quiet room.

"Hi," you said, softly. You knew why he was here. He was the third person to come in – the first and second being Bruce and Dick, respectively. You wanted to tell him to go away. To tell him that you didn't need him to coddle you, that you would be fine soon. But did you really want him to leave?

"Have you eaten yet?" His voice was soft. It usually took on that tone when he was talking to scared children.

You didn't respond. Instead, you moved your head, planting your cheek onto your knee to observe his face. His face seemed relaxed, presenting an air of nonchalance. The slight twitch of his mouth, however, betrayed his emotions. After a few moments of silence, you responded.

"No." You weren't hungry. The pain and the guilt eating away at you left little room for feelings like hunger. You shut your eyes.

The back of your throat burned and you swallowed, trying to hold back the tears. Your eyes were red from crying and they burned, feeling dry. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw her face. Her wide eyes, mouth hung open from her slack jaw. You turned your head back to face forward, head buried in your knees. You tightened your arms around your knees, your fingers burrowed into your skin.

Jason placed a hand on your shoulder. The warmth from his palm made you return to the present, albeit slightly. You heard his low voice speaking softly into the still air.

"Look at me. Please." His tone wasn't demanding, only gentle. You turned your head a bit towards him. He brought another hand up, laying it on your cheek to guide your head to fully face him. It felt cool against your heated face. His brows furrowed. "Let me help you, sweetheart. Just tell me what you need."

His visible concern and care made your eyes tear up. Why were you crying again? When Dick and Bruce tried comforting you, you were emotionless – nothing they said evoked your tears. The only difference this time was that it was Jason. Jason.

At the sight of a tear running down your face, he put his other hand on your cheek – one thumb wiped away the tear while the other softly caressed the flushed skin.

"Tell me." The words were whispers against your face. You reached your hands up and laid them atop his.

"I," you hesitated. "I think I need a hug." The last word of your sentence was accompanied by a broken sob, more tears running down your cheeks.

Jason pulled you in immediately, adjusting you so that you're sitting on his lap, your face burrowed into the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped around you and your hands rested on his chest, fisting his shirt. The tears came down harder now, your cries louder with them. You felt his hand rubbing up and down your back, the soothing motion gradually calming your body.

After a few minutes, your sobs finally quieted, only hiccuped breaths escaped you. You pulled away slightly, realizing you wet his shirt with your tears.

"I-I'm sorry..." you whispered. He shook his head, his lips brushing against your head.

"Don't apologize." The hand rubbing your back moved up to hold the back of your head. "Do you feel a little better?"

You nodded lightly. You felt mostly tired so you told him just that.

"I could carry you to your bed if you want." The nonchalance in his voice made your heart skip a beat. You wanted him to hold you again so you agreed.