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

Would You Fall in Love with Me Again? [Jason Todd]

Yes. Inspired by the song from epic that I put here. Cried writing this. Have fun. Also I use the lyrics, change them up a bit because there is no olive tree bed 😔

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death, blood, scars, trauma, uhh... Angst, hurt comfort.

It had been...

4 years, 2 months, 17 days, 4 hours, and 22 minutes

Since the death of Jason Todd. Your Jason. As depressing as it was, you kept track of the exact time you had found out. Bruce told you, you had been at the manor waiting for Jason to get back with Bruce...he knew how close you two were.

You were more than close. Sure, it could have been interpreted as puppy love, since you were both 15, but you both had known it was more than that.

It didn't matter how long it had been, you felt empty. No one could replace Jason. You'd wait forever for him... even if it was silly to think that he would come back.

The Waynes had kept close with you, making sure you didn't do anything stupid, ie, try to avenge his death or become co-dependent on an addictive substance.

Tim sent you texts and random videos with things to check on you, mostly memes and brainrot because he knew it would make you laugh. Dick and Damian were the two brothers that came to your place often. Damian mostly because he was dragged along.

The often stayed, Dick talking to you and helping out, while Damian insisted on helping you cook.

So it surprised you to see all three brothers at your door in casual clothes, not their suits and not coming in from the window. Yet they all were panting and out of breath.

It had been an uneventful day. You had cleaned and gone through your things... Jason's things. The music box... you picked it up, holding it gently.

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Jason had been working on something on the fire escape for days now. Every time you tried to see what he was doing, he hid it.

You pouted endlessly for about a week as you were left in the dark about whatever he was doing.

Wednesday afternoon, after finishing your chores you went to the fire escape.

Seeing Jason there but not tinkering meant he was done with whatever he was making. So you went over, climbing out onto the fire escape and sat beside him quietly.

To be petty for the week and a half of no Jason time, you ignored him as he called for your attention. In response to this, Jason poked your shoulder repeatedly until you looked at him. When you did... he handed you a small wooden box.

"Woah... what's this?" You asked, all anger forgotten in a second.

"Open it! Please..." he says, looking away and blushing softly.

You open it, and music starts playing softly. You remember the tune as one you had told him made you fall asleep.

The box was dark wood, with uneven edges, it was obvious he had cut it and done it himself. But it was perfect to you... because he made it.

"I-I um... do you like it...?" He whispered, fidgeting with the zipper on his jacket.

You nodded, before hugging him.

"How did you... how'd you make it?" You asked in a hushed tone.

He smiled brightly, hugging you back.