Requested by: Avanni_Cinders

Prompt: Self Given

Warnings: Some swearing

Extra: Can this please be canon??? Because I had a lot of fun writing this

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I had known Jason Todd for quite a while.

I found him in an alley one night. Bleeding out and nearly unable to move. Even then, he pointed a gun at me and threatened my life. He was Red Hood, and I was in nurse's scrubs. He wouldn't have hurt me.

I dragged him back to my apartment and patched him up. A large wound on his head made him allow me to take his helmet off, and I met him as Jason Todd. After that it became a bit of a routine. He would show up with cuts or gunshot wounds and who knows what else and I would help him out. One night, he stayed over. The dynamic shifted after that. There was never an explicit moment where he asked me to be his girlfriend, or where we had said we loved each other, we just knew.

Even with my extended knowledge on his life, including his life as both Robin and Red Hood, there were certain areas of him that I had no knowledge of. To me, and to nearly everybody else who had the chance to know him, Jason Todd was fearless.

"Yo, what's for dinner?"

Jason slipped into our shared apartment through the fire escape window, pulling his helmet off as he did so.

"People who come home on time get dinner. You're late," I huffed, even though I had no intention of making Jason skip dinner.

"Babe, I'm only like," Jason glanced on the clock, "Ten minutes late. Usually I get home at two in the morning. Crime is running rampant, but I'm here to eat food with you."

"You and I both know that the only thing going on right now is petty crimes that the police can handle," I set down my wooden spoon and hugged Jason tightly, "I'm glad you could make it. I made pasta."

"You goddess," Jason grinned, excited to actually eat dinner with me for the first time in nearly two weeks, "The thugs can wait for their beating if it means you'll make pasta."

"I should make pasta more often then," I kissed the corner of Jason's lips, pulling back so I could put the food on plates, "Go change."

"Alright, but I'll be getting undressed again soon enough," Jason winked, smirking as he turned away.

"Jason Peter Todd," I yelled, picking up the wooden spoon, "Keep saying things like that and you'll get hit!"

"You know you love me," Jason yelled back, already changing in the bedroom.

I rolled my eyes with a smile, using the spoon to shove some pasta on each of the plates I had set out. I was setting them down on the small round table we had when Jason came back out, free of his normal Red Hood uniform.

"So have you talked with Bruce recently?" Jason sent me a look that told me the answer, "What about Dick, or Tim, or Damian?"

"Dick is doing fine as Nightwing, The Replacement is still refusing to sleep and is living off of his Death Coffee and Damian has tried to adopt a cow and a buffalo, both of which Bruce has no idea where he got them."

"Look at that," I smiled proudly, as a parent would, "Although you should probably stop calling Tim 'The Replacement'."

Jason shrugged at the suggestion, shovelling another forkful of food into his mouth. I giggled, continuing to eat my food at a much more laid back rate. Jason did always work up an appetite while he was on patrol, defeating bad guys was hard work.

Conversation after that was as casual as it could be. I told him about what had happened at work that day, and he told me about the few goons he had been able to catch before he came back to eat. It was always interesting, listening to him talk about defeating all different kinds of criminals. He would make a good detective if he actually applied himself, and, you know, didn't kill people on a regular basis.

"See? That wasn't that bad was it?" I opened up the dishwasher and put the dishes inside, shutting it once I was done, "And we have the rest of the night to spend together."

"The rest of the night huh?" Jason's hands rested on my hips, threatening to travel down further, "Well I have a few ideas on how we can spend it."

While I was leaning up to kiss Jason, something small behind him caught my eye. I leaned back, squinting to get a better look. Shrieking when I realized what it was, I lifted myself onto the counter.

"Oh my God," my heart was pounding in my chest from the shock I had just received, "Jay, there's a mouse near the table!"

Jason turned towards the table. I half expected him to laugh and make fun of my reaction. Instead, he let out a screech that was louder than my own, jumping onto the counter next to me.

"You sounded like a pigeon," I snorted, tears springing to my eyes from how hard I was laughing, "Oh my God you sounded like a dying pigeon."

"Mice and rats carry diseases," Jason defended himself, "They're the ones who cause the Black Death in Europe alright! They bring death wherever they go."

"Okay, whatever you say tough guy," I slowly got down from the counter, keeping the mouse in my sights, "Time for me to be an everyday hero. We need a plan Jay."

"Nuh uh. I am going nowhere near that thing."

"Jay we can't let it have full control of the house," I insisted, "If they carry diseases then what if we get one? What are you gonna do? Shriek like a pigeon again?"

"Yes! They're my biggest weakness, alright? And if I have to stay on this counter until I die, then I'm going to die. I'm going to die sounding like a dead ass pigeon."

"Oh my God I can't believe I'm in love with you," I face palmed, walking over to the window and tugging it open, "If I can trap the mouse under a bowl or something then I can get it out of the apartment...Jay can you grab a bowl from the cupboard?"

"Don't worry babe, I got this covered," Jason opened up one of the cupboards, coming back out with a gun, "I'm a great shot."

I groaned, not even questioning why he had a gun hidden in the cupboard. There were eight hidden around the apartment that I was aware of, and at least two more I didn't know the location of.

"I said bowl, not gun Jay. We don't need to give Mrs Vega another heart attack."

"That technically wasn't our fault, she was already experience some irregular heartbeats," Jason defended, "And she turned out just fine. Now let me shoot the little shit."

"Jason," I scolded, grabbing a bowl from the cupboard myself, "I swear to God if you shoot that gun-"

"Fine, I won't," Jason grumbled, leaning back on the counter, as if getting comfortable.

"Good," I picked out a slice of cheese from the fridge and some peanut butter. After slathering the peanut butter with cheese, I dropped it on the ground, joining Jason on the counter to wait.

After around two minutes of waiting, the mouse slowly came out from under the couch. I shifted my legs under me, ready to leap out and onto the mouse. As soon as I launched off of the counter, the mouse managed to pick up the entire piece of cheese and scattered back under the couch.

"You little bitch," I hissed, peering under the couch to see if I could see it. Nothing, it was hidden in the darkness, "Get out here so I can catch you!"

"It isn't going to listen. It's a demon," Jason sung, "I can still shoot it if you want me to."

"Jay, no," I sighed in frustration, "New plan."

Heading into the bedroom, I brought out the fan we had for noise. Setting it up near the couch, I turned to Jay.

"Look up owl sounds on your phone," I ordered. He did as ordered, handing his phone to me soon after. Keeping the sounds cued up, I got out another piece of cheese, coating it in peanut butter again.

"Okay, here's the plan," I turned on the fan, "The mouse will come out for the cheese, and be startled by the fan. It will move towards me. I'll play the owl sounds and it'll move out and up to the window. I'll close it and everything will be fine."

"I think you're losing your mind," Jason commented, shutting up when I glared at him.

"Alright, come out little mouse," I set down the piece of cheese, bounding over to the window.

It was a waiting game, but eventually, the mouse peeked it's little head out. It scampered towards the cheese, almost blowing away from the high setting on the fan. I hovered my finger over the play button, ready to scare it. But, instead of moving towards me like I thought it would, it moved towards the kitchen. More specifically, towards the counter where Jason was.

"Not today Satan!" Jason screeched, picking up his gun and shooting twice at the mouse. Thanking God that he had a silencer on that one, I shrieked when the mouse jumped near me, out the window and to safety.

"I told you not to shoot," I scolded, shutting the window and locking it. As if the mouse would be able to open it.

"(Y/n), love of my life, I will admit that I suffer from musophobia. And there was no way today was going to be the day I would face that fear. So I shot at it."

"You two are lucky I've been taking medication for my heart," Mrs Vega's voice reached the two from the holes in the floor.

"Sorry Mrs Vega," I yelled back, "We'll, Jason, will pay for the damages."

"Damn kids," Mrs Vega sighed, but accepted my apology all the same. She was more than familiar with our weird lives. I had a sneaking suspicion she knew Jason was Red Hood too.

"At least that thing is gone," Jason finally got down from the counter, "We can continue our night in peace."

"After I spend an hour or two making fun of you," I laughed, "Jason Todd, afraid of mice and rats. Who knew? Wait! Does your family know, oh my God I have to call and tell them."

"If you do I will never forgive you," Jason threatened.

"You love me," I mocked, fully aware of the fact that he would never do such a thing.

Jason opened his mouth to sass me but, but remained silently, eyes wide with horror as he looked behind me. I turned around, jumping when I saw another two mice moving across the floor towards the living room.

"Do you want to stay in a hotel?" I asked, voice a mere whisper.

"Yes, I'll call the exterminator on the way. I want them gone."