Happy Birthday To This Baddie!!!

happy birthday to this baddie!!!

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The winter chill this year was far harsher than it had been years prior. The town was covered, coated in a thick snow, blanketing the buildings and dead trees. The falling snow had lightened considerably, a soft flurry now. The air was crisp and biting, almost painful to breath. Even just the brisk walk from your farm to the clinic proved to be more annoying than anything. You stepped into the clinic, an unsettling feeling taking over as you took in how quiet it was. Normally Maru was up front, greeting you, the two of you chatting before you went off to see your husband. And sure, the clinic was never hustling and bustling, but this time of year there was at the very least soft music playing throughout the waiting room.

Now it was just eerily silent.

“Harvey?” You called out, pushing the door open, voice laidened with concern.

You knocked once, just to fully announce your entry, the wood creaking as you pushed it open. Harvey was inside, hunched over his desk, papers scattered about him. His normally well put together appearance was more dishevled now, hair messy, and the part of his face you could see through his arms appeared pale. It took a moment for him to notice you, but when he did, he sat up, pushing his glasses up.

“Hun?” You stepped closed.

His shoulders were slumped, posture off; you could hear the whistle of his breathing from where you stood. He looked the definition of drained.

“Hey,” He greeted you, voice gruff, “I’m just going over some files. Do you need something, dear?”

He tried to cover the cough that followed, and you felt a pang in your chest. He may be the doctor in your relationship, but it was beyond evident that your husband was sick.

“Yes,” You said softly, crossing to stand right before him, “I need you to come home.”

He tried to stand, pushing himself up from where he was seated, his legs wobbly. He winched, coughing some more, body trembling from the force. You steadied him, feeling the unnatural heat emanating from his body. He shook his head, looking ready to argue.

“Don’t even try that,” You chidded gently, forcing him to sit before he got dizzy, ignoring the weak attempts to resist, “Dear, you’re running a fever. You can’t work like this.”

“I’m fine,” He tried sounding put together, “It’s just a cold. I can’t leave the clinic unattended, especially during the winter.”

You frowned, running your fingers through his hair. His skin was burning under your touch, his hair unkempt and sweaty.

“You’re not fine,” You argued, keeping your voice light, “If anyone needs something, they can contact Maru. I’ll call and let her know you’re out of remission.”

“I can’t just—”

You interrupted him, voice more firm than it had been before, “Harvey, you need to go home. You can’t work like this.”

He sighed, though it sounded rather rough; he knew there was no use in arguing with you over this. Even so, he tried.

“I can just finish up some paperwork,” He trailed off, his argument hanging off his lips as his body sank further into his chair, exhaustion clearly taking the reins.

“I’ll just stay here, finish up a few things…” he trailed off, his eyelids heavy as his body sank further into the chair, exhaustion clearly taking over.

“Come on, we’re going home, and you’re going to rest, no arguments.”

He looked like he wanted to protest, but whatever words he had died on his lips. He didn’t have the energy to fight you on this, instead opting to sigh weakly, allowing you to help him up.

“Fine,” His voice was even quieter now, “But I’m coming back when I feel better.”

You smiled, cupping his cheek, thumb brushing against his cheek bone,”Of course, dear. Now bundle up, we’re going home.”

You were glad you had overdramatically bundled yourself up, being able to take off your own scarf to wrap about your husband, the cloth muffling his argument to this movement. Once you deemed him bundled up securly, the two of you left, locking up behind you. You knew Maru had a key, and you’d call her once you got Harvey settled into bed. The walk back took longer, your husbands walk sluggish, and you were worried he’d stumble and fall. Nothing like that happened, thankfully. Once you two got inside, Harvey looked even worse, cheeks red, and you weren’t sure if this was due to the cold or his fever. You helped him to your bedroom, making sure he laid down, propped up on the pillows.

“Bedrest, no arguments,” You said, tucking the blanket around him snuggly.

You moved to the kitchen, grabbing the phone to call Maru as you poured some water into the kettle, already pulling out all the ingredients to make some green tea with lemon. You informed your friend, who wished your husband a speedy recovery, before you two hung up. You debated making some soup, but you’d rather him rest for a bit before you woke him up to eat. The house felt colder, and as you waited you moved to the fireplace, replacing new wooden blocks on the hearth to make sure it was burning as hot as it could without risking catching anything on fire.

Once the kettle went off and you steeped the tea, you wandered back into the bedroom, Harvey perking up even just a little when he heard you come back in. He gave you a weak smile when he saw the tea cup in hand.

“You don’t have to go out of your way,” He started, voice hoarse but so familiarly loving.

“I do, actually. It was in the vows. In sickness and in health,” You replied, sitting next to him, “Besides, I owe you for all the times you’ve taken care of me after a bad run in the mines.”

He chuckled weakly, accepting the mug from you with a quiet thank you. Sipping the tea slowly, you noticed how his hands were still trembling, though less so. He hurried to take his glasses off when the steam fogged them up. For a moment the room was quiet, the only sounds the fireplace crackling in the distance.

“Thank you,” He whispered, the mug now half empty, and you moved to place it on the side table, “I’m not used to being taken care of, I suppose. Doctors truly do make the worst patients, and all that.”

You smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead, the warmth on his skin still present, “Well get used to me taking care of you, it comes with the marriage territory.”

He leaned into your touch, eyes closing for a moment, the clear exhaustion evident on his face, “I’m so lucky to have you.”

It was silent after that, a comfortable, warm silence, “I think I’ll make some soup later, bring you some more tea and water. You need fluids.”

He nodded absentmindedly, already starting to drift off, the warmth of the bed and the tea, and you presence relaxing him greatly, “Alright… promise me something?”

“Anything.”

“When I’m better, we’re going to go on a winter date,” His voice was thick with sleep, eyes still shut as he spoke, “We can take a walk in the snow, maybe get some hot cider at the saloon.”

You smiled, chuckling quietly, “I promise.”

He smiled, faint and tired, his breathing slowing down as he finally fell asleep. You watched him silently for a few moments, your heart swelling unbearably in your chest. Your husband was far too kind and too good sometimes, you were truly the lucky one to have him.

Jason Todd x Reader Fluff Headcanons

If You Can, Would You Mind Doing Some Fluff Headcanons, About Being Domestic With Jason Todd? Perhaps

First Date

Jason hadn't been on many dates or any at all, so safe to say he was nervous when you two went on your first date. I'm talking - was up late looking up places to go, what to talk about, what types of dates were the best for first dates, did he bring you flowers? Did he bring you chocolates? Did he walk you to your door? Or would that be creepy?

He was not going to go to his family the others for advice. Dick would pull his weird, overly emotional, big brother gimmick and be hanging on Jason, wailing about how his little wing was all grown up. Despite being shorter and smaller than Jason. Tim would hold it over his head like blackmail till the day Jason died - again. Damien would find the whole thing ridiculous and give him weird, textbook, medical advice. And Bruce Wayne was notorious for not knowing how to properly show emotions, so that was out.

It left Alfred, who told him, and I quote, "Just be yourself, Master Jason." Safe to say Jason felt like he was back to square one.

He managed to settle on a day full of activities: he took you to lunch at one of his favorite little diners. He had known the owner since he was a little street rat, the woman used to collect all their leftover food and hand it out to those that would crowd around their back door. It was never a lot, but it was more kindness than any kid on Crime Alley was ever shown. No one messed with them, unless they wanted an army of angry, hungry street rats going after them.

The food was also really good. So there was that.

You ate lunch, and he found talking to you was easy. You laughed at his stupid jokes and he thought you were the most clever person he'd ever met. The banter flew naturally, and he found himself relaxing more around you than he had anyone in the past few years.

After lunch, whatever plan he had had gone out the window, and you two merely walked around different stores, stopping for ice cream, people-watching at the park, and talking as if you two had been close for far longer than you had. The date itself lasted for almost seven hours, and neither of you grew tired of the other.

Meeting His Family

Everyone was well aware of the number of people who wanted to grow close to any of Bruce Wayne's kids or wards to try and grow close to the elusive rich man. For some of them, it made dating hard.

You, however, did not care in the slightest who Jason's family was.

Initially, you had assumed he didn't talk to his family, considering how he avoided topics and discussions of them. You respected that, not wanting to pry. You had your own family issues that were a sore subject.

So the day he came to you asking if you'd like to have dinner at his father's house, you were a bit shocked to find yourself on the back of Jason's motorcycle, pulling up to the Wayne Manor.

After the initial shock wore off, and you passively scolding your boyfriend for being so vague about how to dress, you two entered.

You met Alfred first, and you were easily charmed by the kind yet no-nonsense man. He found you to be quite charming as well, someone kind and, from what he's seen, able to help Jason see the better days ahead, the better side of himself, and allow him grace at seeing the boyish smile Alfred worried he'd never see on the boy again.

Safe to say you had Alfred' approval, which truly, was the most important person to have on your side.

Surprisingly, you met Bruce next. He was, safe to say, awkward. He had learned of his son's partner literally days prior and was so worried about not only ensuring you weren't someone who was going to hurt Jason in any way but also wanting to ensure you were someone strong enough to handle Jason's... extracurricular activities even if you didn't know of them yet.

Jason was worried upon meeting Bruce freaking Wayne you'd panic, or not sure how to act as many people did upon meeting his father. You kept your cool though, and Jason could tell your minor disdain stemmed from how he had spoken of the man. You were standing between the pair, only speaking highly of Jason, how he was an amazing man despite all the... flaws in his past. Even Bruce knew that was a shot at him. Watching you so readily defend him against someone as influential as Bruce had Jason follow you with star eyes for the rest of the night.

Bruce realized, after a quick background search, he had nothing to worry about.

Meeting his brothers went off exactly how you'd think. Dick cried about his baby brother growing up and becoming a man, Tim was shocked someone would date Jason, let alone stay with him for longer than a week, "I mean, you've seen how he cleans up after himself!" Damien was more indifferent towards you, you were his brother's girlfriend, and he felt as if his opinions on you shouldn't matter. Though after you and Titus interacted so kindly he felt warmer to you than he had before, but that wasn't because he liked you.

Moving In Together

This happened gradually. You had clothes over at his place for whenever you spent the night, he bought you the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash you enjoyed, you had your own towel and washcloth set in his bathroom, a toothbrush in the holder.

Eventually, though, you talked about it because it was becoming pointless to pay rent for a place you barely went to.

That conversation was sparked when, one cold night, you found a stash of your favorite teas, honey, sugars, and cream in his kitchen, along with colorful mugs you knew weren't his. The small things he did to ensure you felt comfortable there made you know you were ready.

Moving the rest of your stuff over didn't take long - considering it felt like half of your stuff was already there. Moving in together did bring a few bumps and bruises, it was harder to hide that he went out for long periods of time and often came back with bruises and cuts.

You did get on him a lot about taking care of his dishes and clothes, but you two talked and came up with systems of ensuring the apartment stayed cozy and mostly clean.

That's all I have for it. I feel like living with him would be so nice.

Finding Out He's Red Hood

Okay, like I said, it's harder to hide how often he goes out and how often he has bruises and cuts and stitches.

You, also, are not an idiot.

The placement of where your shared apartment is, Jason's disappearances lining up with times the Red Hood is spotted out and about, the injuries he's sustained.

He was either the Red Hood or happened to be a goon fighting the Red Hood every night who never learned his lesson.

So... Red Hood.

You have to bring it up, cause he still thinks you're blissfully ignorant. He's the shocked Pikachu meme when you tell him. Can't even come up with a valid reason to deny it. So he doesn't.

You two talk, and he confirms what you already know, and then the panic sets in. You know his identity, one of the most important secrets he has as the Red Hood. Did you figure out about the others? Would you leave him? Would you threaten to spill?

You just shrugged, nodding at him with an, "Okay."

You had known for a while, you admitted and never knew if you should bring it up or not. Then you admitted how you'd been trying to study up on first aid, wanting to be able to help him anytime he got him. You'd bought items online to practice stitching wounds and had worked on making a stash of medical supplies in the bathroom, bandages, absorbent pads, antiseptic wipes, gauzes, etc.

You couldn't be his "guy in the chair", and you didn't see yourself joining him in the vigilante lifestyle (he also wouldn't have wanted you to do that), but you wanted to be there for him and support him however you could.

When He First Says I Love You

Like I mentioned before, he knew he loved you for a while, but never said anything. You had said it first, truly, and were respectful that he hadn't responded immediately. You knew of his past, his secret identity, his family, etc., so you knew that coming right out with an "I Love You" wasn't on his agenda.

But the day he did say it, that's exactly what he did. Came right out with it.

It was a cool day, rainy and cloudy. He had made you both hot chocolate, the kind Alfred taught him how to make, and you were both cozied up in his living room, watching some live-action adaptation of one of his favorite books.

You made a comment, voicing one of his thoughts, about how they left out some of the best comments from the book and it made the whole movie feel far quicker paced than it should have been.

You hadn't read the book, but he had ranted to you about it, telling you about his annotations and thoughts about the cast and directors and producers they had hired for the movie.

Your comment was proof enough you had not only listened to him rant and rave about the book, but remember what he had said.

As you were glaring at the TV with the credits rolling, he was staring at you.

And just said it.

"I love you."