Winner Takes It All
In which a family of detective's notice a suspiciously lucky trend when it comes to Jason's girlfriend.
Jason Todd x fem reader, no use of Y/N
All fluff, mostly slice of life, based of WFA for this one.
Enjoy this one! The next post is angst 😈🙏🔥
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“You’re not gonna win. You never do.” Dick says, elbowing Tim as they play against each other in Mario Kart, after finishing a long case.
“Stop elbowing me!” Tim kicks at him, and it isn’t long before they’re trying to multitask kicking each other while playing.
“You’re both children.” Jason says as he walks in, with a raised brow at the two men, they glare back at him, and see you walking in behind him.
“This is pretty on par.” You say, shrugging it off, not nearly as disappointed with the two as Jason is.
Jason just rolls his eyes at them, giving you a shoulder squeeze as he goes to the library to grab what he came here for. Meanwhile, you lean on the back of the couch, watching the two play.
Dick addresses you in the middle of kicking Tim while trying to button smash at the same time, “Tell him I’m gonna win, obviously.”
You hum in thought. “Who’s playing as Rosalina?”
“Me!” Tim says, kneeing Dick again.
“Oh, well obviously I have to be on Tim’s side. Rosalina is the best character.” You nod, maybe your choice was purely for aesthetics but– its Princess Rosalina.
“What?!” Dick exclaims, and Tim laughs.
“She knows what she's talking about!” Tim says, pushing Dick’s leg off of him.
Dick rolls his eyes. “No, Toad is the best. And that’s why I’m gonna win–”
Dick stares at the screen slack jawed.
Jason walks back in, looks at the screen, looks at Dick, and then shrugs as he motions to you that he’s ready to leave.
Dick finally manages to glare at Tim five minutes later. “You got lucky! It was only because she rooted for you.”
Tim snorts. “Just admit you lost, dude.”
“No way! She’s a good luck charm. When have you ever beat me in Mario Kart on this map before?”
“Huh… what do you say to a science experiment?
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“I’m telling you, it’s definitely Kite-Man. Who else would be behind something as lame as this?” Steph asks, scoffing at the idea of it being anyone else. “Plus there was a kite at the scene.”
“Yeah. Which was at the park. Kites are in parks. That's what they do.” Duke counters, taking a seat at the kitchen counter, near Jason and you, the former seemed to show no interest in the conversation at all, but you turned to look at them.
“What’s this all about?” You ask with a raised brow.
“Someone stole all the hot dog carts at the park.” Steph sighs, bored by the mundane crime. Tim glances up, intrigued, but not because of the crime.
“My bets on Kite-Man.” Tim says, nonchalant. “..What about you?” He raises a brow as he looks at you.
“Uh– I’ll side with Duke. Keeps things even.”
“Thank you!” Duke seems genuinely touched.
Tim then pulls up the case notes on his computer, and looks for the latest police update.
“Well, what do you know? Not Kite Man.” Tim grins. This was sound evidence for him. Maybe you were lucky, after all..
Steph whips her head to Tim, eyes wide. “What?! Who?”
“Fuck. I should have guessed that!”
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Four card games between Dick and Steph, a race between Cass and Duke, and three rounds of chess between Tim and Damian later, Tim and Dick reached the conclusion that you were, in fact, good luck.
However, in a family of detectives, it didn’t take long for a majority of the others to pick up on their scheme. Or to realize you were a good luck factor.
“I’m gonna win. Obviously.” Tim declared, confidently at the dinner table as they finished up– they were having a family dinner for once, and afterwards they were going to have a round of Mario Kart… which meant the winner only had to ensure one thing.
“Fat chance!” Dick scoffs, immediately giving into his competitive spirit with that comment.
“No. I am.. You should root for me.” Tim says, suddenly addressing you now.
“Tempting— but maybe I should sit this out with Jay.” You knew how game night went with this family, and you did not want to get in the middle of that.
“Or you could root for your favorite person?” Duke buts in, smiling as he slides his dessert plate towards you as a bribe.
“He’s gonna lose.” Tim points out, pulling the plate away.
“I’m gonna kick your ass!” Duke retorts,ripping the plate away from Tim.
“No— she should root for me instead! Root for me, please!” Dick says, bringing his hands together as he begs.
You just laugh, but Jason looks completely annoyed by them now. Since when did they care who she was rooting for?
“No! She’s rooting for me—” Tim starts again, swatting at Dick as he tries to push Tim further away from you.
“If she’s truly as smart as Todd says, she’ll root for me, obviously.” Damian interjects, a proud look on his face as he crosses his arms.
Jason narrows his eyes. Okay, what was going on here?
Steph rolls her eyes. “Guys— stop it. This is all childish.”
The boys share a look, feeling a bit called out now.
Dick looks at you. “We aren’t trying to make you feel uncomfor—“
“Obviously she’s rooting for me.” Steph says, interrupting him, standing up at the table as she grabs you by the shoulders.
“Oh fuck you, you did that for dramatic effect—“ Dick slams his hands on the table.
“Like you aren’t the drama, Circus boy!”
You shake your head, deciding then would be a good time to go use the bathroom, because evidently— they would notice if you weren’t there during the actual games.
As soon as you’re out of sight, Jason turns back to everyone else.
“Okay, what the fuck is this all about?” He glares at them.
“None of your concern, Todd.”
They all respond, obviously too quick and dismissive with their responses.
“…I’m gonna ask one more time.” He says, slowly, making eye contact with everyone.
“…okay, fine— she’s good luck. That’s all.” Duke says, shrugging.
Tim butts in, “Anytime anyone has a game or a bet— whoever she sides with always wins. I thought it was an anomaly at first but.. it’s happened too many times to not be a trend.”
“She’s like a lucky rabbit's foot.” Steph provides, leaning back in her chair.
Jason mulls over that thought. Anytime he played Mario Kart or a card game against Roy, he *did* usually win.. he thought he was just a natural but— he only won when she was home, too. He lost when she wasn’t there.
“…maybe there’s some truth to that.” Jason admits.
“See!” Dick says, glad this didn’t end in argument but also— he noticed it first, so he felt vindicated.
“Now we shall let her pick a team.” Damian says, ready to convince her why she should root for him.
“No.” Jason says, smirking a bit as he shakes his head. “..you really thought this would change anything? She’s going to root for me— and I’ll wipe the floor with you all.”
There’s a pause as everyone stares at him in either disbelief or anger.
“..I fear we made an error.” Tim mutters.
“I’m definitely playing now. Guaranteed to win? I mean— I probably would have won anyways.” Jason brags, standing up as he’s ready to go to the living room and start these games.
“You cheater!” Steph accuses, slamming her hand down on the table.
“We were trying to do the same thing though..?” Duke adds, scratching the back of his neck.
You walk back in— raising a brow at Jason as he’s standing up.
“Eager?” You ask, smiling creeping onto your face. “I thought you didn’t want to play?”
He wraps his arm around your shoulder as he leads you to the living room, you could make out his family’s argument and protests from behind you.
“Changed my mind. As long as I have you on my side, I’ll always win.” He smiles cheekily at you.
“How romantic.” You say sarcastically, raising a brow at his sudden affinity to participate in game night.
He grins at you, “And they say chivalry is dead.”
“…is this about me being a boon?” You question, side eyeing him with a soft smile.
“You knew?” He widens his eyes, pausing to look at you as you both stand in the living room door frame.
You snort. “Hard not to. They made it fairly obvious.”
“…you still gonna root for me?”
