In Every Universe, I Choose You [Random x Reader oneshots]

At Your Service [Jason Todd]

Knight! Jason x Princess! Reader

Warnings: swearing, uhh slightly suggestive comments, I think that's all!

I'm in love with Jason Todd, and have been for forever. I love all the Batboys :3

The Wayne family had been protecting yours for as long as time itself.

It was lucky that your parents had only had one child, and Bruce Wayne had only 4. It was like extra protection all the time.

All. The. Time.

Since you were closer to the same age as Jason, he had been assigned as your personal knight. He followed you like a second shadow.

Even when you were kids, he'd be by your side, holding your hand to go across the street or the paths.

He was 7 when he was appointed as your 'knight'(knight in training at that point), and you merely 5.

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"Go on dear... say hello," you mother said softly, watching you hide behind her, gripping her skirt, barely peeking over at the boy.

"Jason Peter Todd, do you accept the duty of guarding over the princess, protecting her at all costs?" Said one of the important people in the court who you frankly could not remember the name of.

"Yes."

The boy stood with a seriousness, almost like he was already a knight.

He looked over at you, and your mom shoved you forward softly. You stumbled forward, almost tripping over your dress, and Jason's hands quickly steadied you. There was a moment of silence as you both stared at each other, before you slithered to his side, gripping the sleeve of his tunic.

The court "awwww-ed" at the sight, seeing as you took such a quick liking to the knight in training.

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He followed you around, two steps behind, watching silently. Like he always did.

You walked through the garden and past the fountain, to the big old willow tree at the end of the royal gardens.

"...Jason...?" You said softly, turning to face him.

"Yes your highness?" He responded.

You pouted, having already told him to just call you by your name.

He noticed and corrected himself, "My bad... um... yes, Y/N?"

"...Do I talk too much?" You asked, fidgeting with your dress as you sat on the grass beneath the willow tree.

Jason's eyes widened as he heard the question, and he kneeled in front of you.

"Who said that?"

Your eyes met his and a chill ran through you. There was a dark fury behind them, as if you had just told him someone threatened to kill you.

"I-I... just... some maids..." you mumbled, now finding the grass very interesting.

Jason sighed, and sat next to you as a soft summer breeze whistled through the long branches of the willow.

"They're wrong. You don't talk too much, you talk just enough. You talking this well at your age is like... really... you're really smart," he babbles it out, like he's not really thinking much, just saying.

You nod, nuzzling into his side.

"Will you read to me again?" You ask quietly.

"Of course Y/N."