Just… Don’t Leave Me, Okay?
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
Summary: In a rare moment of vulnerability, Jason admits he’s terrified of losing you, like he’s lost so many others before. You refuse to let him face his fears alone, promising you’ll be there.
It was late, and Gotham’s cold night wrapped around you like a heavy blanket. You stood by the window, staring out into the city, feeling the quiet hum of tension that always seemed to settle over the streets after dark. You heard him before you saw him—footsteps approaching from behind, the sound of his boots heavy against the floor.
Jason’s presence was always so distinct, but tonight, there was something different about him. He seemed... off.
You turned, meeting his gaze, and your heart dropped when you saw the look in his eyes. The familiar bravado, the walls he always put up, were gone. All that remained was raw, unfiltered fear.
"Hey," you said softly, stepping closer. "What’s going on? You’ve been… distant tonight."
Jason shifted uncomfortably, his arms crossed, but his body language screamed unease. "Nothing," he muttered. "I’m fine."
You raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because you don’t look fine."
He didn't meet your eyes, staring down at the floor, almost as if he was ashamed. "I just… I don’t want to lose you."
The words struck you like a punch to the gut. You blinked, unsure if you heard him right.
"What?" You whispered, taking another step toward him.
Jason looked up then, his expression softer but no less conflicted. "I said I don’t want to lose you, okay?" He rubbed the back of his neck, a gesture you knew meant he was uncomfortable, but this time, it felt different. "I’ve lost too many people, and I… I can’t lose you, too. Not like that."
His voice cracked slightly, and you could see how vulnerable he really was, like he was standing on the edge of something too big to control. His gaze flickered to the floor again, and he swallowed hard. "You shouldn’t even be with someone like me. I’m a mess, and I’ve got a lot of baggage. But I need you here. I need you to stay."
Your heart ached as you walked toward him, lifting his chin gently with your hand so he had no choice but to meet your eyes.
"Jason," you said softly, "I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to push me away. You don’t have to go through this alone."
He shook his head, almost pleading. "But I always end up losing everyone. I can’t… I can’t handle losing you too."
You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to really look at you. "I’m not going to leave you," you promised, your voice firm with conviction. "Not now, not ever. I’m right here."
Jason’s eyes searched yours, doubt and fear lingering, but there was a flicker of hope in them too. Slowly, he closed his eyes, letting out a long, shaky breath as if he was finally allowing himself to believe you.
"Just… don’t leave me, okay?" he whispered, his voice barely audible but full of everything he was too afraid to admit.
You leaned forward, your forehead resting gently against his. "I won’t," you whispered back. "I’ll never leave you, Jason. Not for anything."
And for the first time in a long while, he let himself believe it.
