“But I’m still your idiot, right?” He asked cautiously. “You’re right, you are an idiot,” you said with a wavering voice as you tried to control your sobs. And I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have hurt you like that.” He scrubbed his hands down his face before continuing, “Gone for weeks and I never even say ‘hi,’ just start yelling over some perceived slight, and didn’t even give you a chance to show me that you were fixing it. “I’m an idiot,” you heard Jason say as he sat down on the other end of the bench. You didn’t care how cold it was because it guaranteed you the privacy you wanted to process your feelings. You waited until you got to the end of the pedestrian pier before you let yourself start crying. You put the bag on the table and silently walked out of the apartment before Jason seemed to process what was happening. At this point you weren’t sure you’d even be able to speak without crying, knowing that even hurt, stressed and likely sleep deprived, Jason could think so little of you. You didn’t want to say something in anger that you’d regret later. Sensing that trying to explain any further would only result in a screaming match that you didn’t want to have, you opted to stay silent. “The one thing I loved from my old life, and you break it, then act like it’s nothing! Like I’m still nothing!” “So you thought I wouldn’t notice?” Jason cut you off. “It fell and broke when I was cleaning, but-” you started to explain. Instead he asked, “Do you know what happened to this?” Holding the lone photo in his hand, Jason skipped the greeting. You made quick work of getting the glass cleaned up and moved on to the real hard part - fixing your mistake.īy the time you got home from the craft store with what you believed to be the perfect frame, the extra shoes by the door told you Jason was home.
#HEY BABE I KNOW I MISSED UP BUT I THINK I STILL LOVE YOU CRACKED#
The frame had cracked in several places and the picture tore a bit around the edges, making the fixing and cleaning of your mess just a bit more difficult. Oh crap! was your first thought when you saw your victim was the picture with Bruce from Jason’s time as Robin. You were trying to your holiday decorations down before Jason got home from his mission, and must have misjudged the distance when you shook out the tree skirt before you heard the shatter. Glass shattering was never a good thing, especially when you didn’t keep much glass in the apartment. Request: Hey !! Much love ❤️ btw !! Can i request one ? About Jason Todd getting mad at the reader for breaking something that belongs to him but then he feels guilty for yelling at her ? (If you don’t wanna do Jason Todd, you could do Bruce Wayne :) it’s fine :)) ❤️❤️
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