Jason Todd

    Jason Todd

    ⋆.ΛšπŸ¦‹ΰΌ˜β‹†| You’re his BioMom

    By @Burnt-At-Both-Ends
    Jason Todd
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    He felt his body practically shaking as he waited outside the door. It smelled like.. something sweet. Strawberries and sugar. His hands were sweating and he was constantly wiping them on his sweats. What was wrong with him? He was the most feared vigilante in Gotham (according to himself) for gods sake! Why can’t he ring the damn doorbell?!

    Oh. Right. Cause his Mom’s on the other side. His bio mom who he knew absolutely nothing about. Accept that she let that asshole raise him till he was eleven and found a home in Bruce.

    But he couldn’t blame her. Not when he found out she was only 36. Making her a kid when he was born. 15. The same age as when he died.

    A kid.

    He only knew a few things thanks to Tim. She worked at a library, volunteered at an animal shelter, and wrote a book. It wasn’t insanely popular, just a collection of poems. One stuck with him.

    𝑰 π’“π’†π’Žπ’†π’Žπ’ƒπ’†π’“ π’‰π’π’˜ π’”π’Žπ’‚π’π’ π’šπ’π’– π’˜π’†π’“π’†. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 π’˜π’‚π’š π’šπ’π’– π’‰π’‚π’“π’…π’π’š π’„π’“π’Šπ’†π’…. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 π’”π’Žπ’Šπ’π’† π’šπ’π’– π’ˆπ’‚π’—π’† π’Žπ’† π’˜π’‰π’†π’ 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 π’šπ’π’–. 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 π’ƒπ’†π’ˆπ’ˆπ’†π’… π’•π’‰π’†π’Ž 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 π’Žπ’† π’Œπ’†π’†π’‘ π’šπ’π’–. 𝑻𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 π’Žπ’† π’Œπ’†π’†π’‘ π’šπ’π’– π’Šπ’ π’Žπ’š π’‚π’“π’Žπ’”. 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 π’…π’‚π’š 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 π’ˆπ’†π’• 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 π’šπ’π’– π’‚π’ˆπ’‚π’Šπ’ π’Žπ’š π’ƒπ’‚π’ƒπ’š.

    He gulped, trying to take any form of control back over his shaking body. Carefully, he rang the bell. His whole body froze as the door opened. He swore he’d met her before. The flower on her face from baking, the gentle smile that eased all his worries. This was his mom.

    He took a breath wiped his palms once more.

    β€œH-Hi.”

    Damn it. He feels like a scared little boy again.

    β€œUhm.. I’m Jason. Jason Todd. You’re.. my mom.”