Batfamily x Reader stories

Cig' Break (Jason Todd x Reader)

Originally posted on my Tumblr : http://ellana-ravenwood.tumblr.com/post/168465431958/cig-break-jason-todd-x-reader

Feedbacks and all are more than welcomed, and BEYOND appreciated ! :D So here we go, a little love for Jay, because he deserves it. Also, remember kids, smoking is bad, also stay in school and...stuffs. Hope you'll like it :

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Forty nine.

That was the number of time Jason Todd's family tried to convince him to quit smoking. Forty nine times. It always made him feel better, to keep track of their attempts, because it made him feel like they cared about him...Even if, sometimes, their way of showing it would be to grunt at him to stop smoking, because it'll be the death of him.

As a child, Jason was bruised and abused, forgot, abandoned and left to fend for himself, by the very people who were suppose to take care of him...His parents. He had to fight for his life for so long, and met all the wrong people.

All the wrong people ?

Not quite. One day, in this dark hazy world he was living in, in one of Gotham City's poorest neighborhood, he decided that it would be a good idea to steal the famed Batman's tires and...The rest is history.

Sure, his life didn't suddenly become full of rainbows and happiness. Oh no, he really went through Hell and back, he had some extremely tough times but...He gained something he never had before.

A family.

A family that cared enough about him to try and convince him to stop smoking almost fifty times. A family that, though he went back to some very dark places never fully gave up on him (though it took Jason a long time to realize that).

A true family, not bound by blood but by an unbreakable bond forged over the years. A family, like no other, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

So sure, things weren't always pretty, and sure, he fought a lot with them and such...but at the end of the day, deep down, he knew now that they would always be here for him. Always. It took him a while to understand and realize that, years even.

For the longest time he thought they didn't care. He thought he was just a replacement for the Batman, to replace the golden son, Dick. He thought he wasn't really their brothers. He thought...But he was all wrong. Dying and coming back to life, though at first it made everything worst (oh god so much worst), put things into perspective.

He finally understood the man he came to call "dad" (though it took him some times), Bruce Wayne. Understood why he didn't kill the Joker, understood why sometimes he was so harsh with him...

Yes. It took years to Jason Todd to understand that he mattered. That he was valid and loved. That without him, the family wouldn't be the same...It took him years, and it all came down to that moment he decided to start smoking.

"What ?" You might wonder, but it all makes sense.

You see, when Jason died and was brought back to life by Ras Al'Ghul, he was angry. He hated his family, and even more his "father" who had abandoned him, left him to die at the hand of that heinous clown. So everything this man he used to adore told me not to...he did.

He killed, he hurt others, he stole, he emptied his heart of any warm feelings and...he started to smoke. Because once, when he was ten, Bruce had told him that smoking was a terrible habit, after he scolded a man for smoking near him and Dick at a gala. Because that man he used to trust told him not to...he started to smoke.

And though over the years after his resurrection he finally understood and forgave his father, hell started to call him "dad" again and came back to the live at the mansion, though he accepted to see a therapist and to talk about his feelings, to heal himself of all the pain, though he stopped killing and opened up his heart more...He never stopped smoking.