( sca ) anything you make
Title: anything you make
Fandom: DC Comics & Digimon Adventure/02 crossover
Universe: Sharpay's Crossover Adventure
Relationships: Jason Todd / Mimi Tachikawa, background Jason Todd + Dick Grayson
Summary: This year, Mimi doesn't know what to make for Valentine's Day - and Jason isn't willing to share. Who better to ask than a member of his family?
Notes: This was an older fic found on my hard-drive, back when![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
camalyng and I were actively worldbuilding for SCA. I went through a big Jaymi phase! Even though I haven't thought a lot about them these days, I'll forever have a soft spot, so I polished this off and edited what I had to show something small. Hope you enjoy it, friend c:
Valentine’s Day was right around the corner, and Mimi had no idea what to make for Jason. Everyone else was easy, almost pathetically simple. Tommy devoured chocolate (despite being part-cat, somehow); Sam and Michael liked peanut butter cups; Maxine loved nuts in her sweets; and Maria loved chocolate-covered strawberries.
Jason, on the other hand, was impossible to pin down. While he ate whatever she put in front of him, he didn’t seem to prefer anything specific. Lemon bars and brownies were devoured in equal measures. (He didn’t care much for traditional wagashi, but Mimi couldn’t blame him. She hated the stuff too!)
“Does it matter?” He would grin, holding up whatever she baked. “Anything you make is amazing.”
Yeah, well, she wanted more than amazing. She wanted to knock his socks right off his stupid, smug feet! Hard to accomplish that if she couldn’t figure out his favorite dessert.
Her usual co-conspirators (read: Tom and Stacey) weren’t much help either. Tom insisted that anything would please Jason, while Stacey linked Mimi to some super yuppie ‘dried fruit dessert’ that would leave everyone unsatisfied.
Mimi sighed as she scrolled through Stacey’s unhelpful recipe links. As much as she wanted to blame her friends, they meant well– and their memories were foggier than her own. They paid more attention to Jason’s favorite video games and clothing brands than anything else. If anything, they were indirectly wondering why she was coming up blank.
“Fair point, honestly.” She sighed, peering at her screen. “So if that came up empty, what’s next…”
When in doubt, maybe… think like a Bat. How would that paranoid family uncover what they needed to take down a criminal (or in this case, surprise him with his favorite chocolate)?
“They’d stalk the poor guy,” she murmured to herself in slight horror, already pulling up Jason’s wikipedia article. “Find every single piece of information floating around him on the internet and compile it together in some creepy database. Maybe nudge it along to a journalist and expose them to the entire world.”
She couldn’t bring herself to travel down that dark road. At the same time, how else could she find out what she needed? Maybe she could call one of his brothers…?
Problem was, she didn’t have their numbers. Jason had been pretty adamant on compartmentalizing his life– and keeping Mimi far from the broader world of superheroes. At the time, she understood his paternal logic. The Red Hood was no Wildcat or Cyclone, let alone a shining knight in armor; he inhabited Gotham’s seedy underbelly, and he didn’t flinch before delivering vengeance to those who wronged him. He was far from moral– or so he kept telling her.
Honestly, he thought too hard about morals and justice to be completely immoral. Which meant, deep down, he kept in touch with his brothers. He must’ve texted them sometimes, or at least shared parts of his life with them, in the same way she shared parts of her life with Sora and Jou.
Jason rarely frequented social media, on account of being legally dead, but Mimi had an account for most everything. Jason’s brothers might be the same…
She was taking a giant leap of faith in pulling up Dick Grayson’s Instagram account and hoping he would respond to her DM. She couldn’t even be sure he was running his own account (and not, say, some impersonal social media manager), but she could only hope that he’d respond as she typed in–
She wasn’t expecting an immediate response, let alone a notification not even thirty seconds later:
MIMI HI
Of course I remember you!! Pink hair is hard to forget :D
He likes everything, honestly. Especially partial to dark chocolate though. Is this for any special occasion…?
Surely the calendar didn’t escape a detective’s watch. No, Dick was asking because by all accounts, Jason was still legally dead. No reason to draw further attention to the fact that she knew something that the world at large (including Wikipedia) didn’t.
Anytime!!
Also, i get that feeling. I miss him too
Another notification– and Dick Grayson, social media darling, had officially followed her account.
Mimi winced, bracing herself for the inevitable thinkpieces on the timing and perhaps even some freelance journalists digging further into her life. A small price to pay, she supposed, for something she could finally work with.
Not even two hours later, Jason burst into her apartment with a loud, “You asked Dick about me? My older brother??”
“Welcome home to you too, sweetheart.” Mimi narrowed her eyes at him, barely looking up from her current attempt at chocolate-making.
How Jason had found out so fast, she wasn’t totally sure. Dick must’ve told him. Or one of the other super-paranoid Bats. Because she sure didn’t have had time to tell anyone anything between her frantic baking attempts.
He sighed, tugging his shoes off as he settled down on one of the nearby barstools. This time, he was dressed in a bespoke suit - no wrinkles or bloodstains. That could only bode well for whatever he had been doing during the daytime.
“You could’ve just asked me.” His expression dropped as he watched her, peering at the bowls of tempered chocolate. “I would’ve told you.”
“You kept saying you like everything.” Mimi pouted, pouring some of the chocolate into decorative molds. “That didn’t narrow it down one bit.”
“Because I like anything you make.” Jason’s laugh was a tired one, even as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the counter. “You could serve me up garbage and somehow, it would taste pretty damn great.”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “You should have a doctor look at your taste buds.”
“No, like…” He sighed, clicking his tongue in thought. “You’re the best baker I know, Meems. You don’t have to impress me– because you already are.”
If it weren’t the two of them in this cramped space, she would’ve never believed him capable of such words. Jason preferred to couch his feelings in off-color jokes and sarcastic wit, letting friends and foes alike read between the lines for any deeper meaning. The open, unvarnished truth was the last thing she expected to hear.
His ears were burning a bright red as he buried his face in his arms. “Or… you could just pretend you never heard that…”
“Absolutely not!” Mimi leaned forward, pressing her lips to his hairline. “That was the sweetest thing you could’ve said. That’s why you like everything?”
“Uh-huh.” Jason’s entire face and neck was turning redder than his costume– which was kind of cute. This was a rare, unprompted sight– and she wanted to soak it all in. “Next time, tell me it’s for Valentine’s and not… I don’t know, go through my brother?”
Mimi clicked her tongue. “I could’ve gone through Tim.”
Jason sat up to attention, staring at her as if she had burned her current batch into high heavens– “No.”
“Uh-huh. If your older brother hadn’t pulled through, Tim was next on my list. Then it was gonna be Cass, or Stephanie, or…”
“Stop while you’re ahead.” Jason held up his arms in a ‘T,’ trying really hard to fight the smile on his face. “My siblings don’t deserve you.”
For the first time in months, he had admitted to calling them his family and not ‘the messed up people that I used to work with.’ That was a start. Probably.
He couldn’t compartmentalize his life forever. At some point, he would have to reclaim his legal identity (or one of his fakes, either way) and begin life in the light– and she would have to join his side, no matter what he chose. Hopefully, when he was ready, she would get to formally meet the rest of the family and see just who he worked so hard to protect.
She must’ve been smiling too hard at the idea, because Jason buried his head in his arms once more.
“So what did you end up making?”
“You don’t even want to look?”
“No way.” Jason laughed, despite his feeble attempts to hide his emotions– “You went to a stupid amount of trouble to figure things out. The least I could do is be surprised.”
Mimi stuck her tongue out as she then poured chocolate into another set of molds, “But if you knew I went to your brother for help..”
“He texted me.” Jason pulled out his phone, holding up his screen– and a way too long text chain that was mostly emoji and exclamation points. Also a few celebratory gifs and confetti that seemed to go for miles. “Said it was like watching a child go off to college.”
Mimi laughed as she slid the molds into her freezer. “But he doesn’t talk to us enough to make that analogy work.”
“Exactly, and it’s gonna stay that way.”
Mimi shot him a look as she closed the freezer and moved onto her next batch. “Maybe if you’ll be more honest with me…”
“Feed me.” Jason opened his mouth, in what must’ve been a lazy imitation of a spoiled housecat– or maybe Tommy in cat form? They were nigh-identical. “Buy my honesty.”
This was ridiculous - like, the kind of ridiculous she hadn’t seen from Jason since they were freshmen in high school - but she didn’t see the harm in humoring him. She leaned forward, sticking a finished dark chocolate & hazelnut truffle into his mouth.
He savored the dessert, even licking his lips in anticipation as he polished it off in mere seconds.
Mimi hummed, reaching for another– “And here I thought you wanted to be surprised.”
“I will be.” He grinned, rising to his feet and loosening his tie. “Those were your failed attempts, weren’t they? Whatever you’re working on this time will be for me, or Tommy, or whoever’s important enough to get something special.”
She would argue that he didn’t necessarily know that, but then he donned his kitchen apron (the silly gag one that said ‘you only die twice’) and she lost the heart to even banter back.
“It’s all for you,” she found herself saying with the same utter sincerity he had given her so much earlier. “All of this? Just you and me.”
“Good, then–” he leaned forward, craning his body so he could steal a kiss from her lips, “‘Cause I don’t feel like sharing anymore.”
Fandom: DC Comics & Digimon Adventure/02 crossover
Universe: Sharpay's Crossover Adventure
Relationships: Jason Todd / Mimi Tachikawa, background Jason Todd + Dick Grayson
Summary: This year, Mimi doesn't know what to make for Valentine's Day - and Jason isn't willing to share. Who better to ask than a member of his family?
Notes: This was an older fic found on my hard-drive, back when
camalyng and I were actively worldbuilding for SCA. I went through a big Jaymi phase! Even though I haven't thought a lot about them these days, I'll forever have a soft spot, so I polished this off and edited what I had to show something small. Hope you enjoy it, friend c:Valentine’s Day was right around the corner, and Mimi had no idea what to make for Jason. Everyone else was easy, almost pathetically simple. Tommy devoured chocolate (despite being part-cat, somehow); Sam and Michael liked peanut butter cups; Maxine loved nuts in her sweets; and Maria loved chocolate-covered strawberries.
Jason, on the other hand, was impossible to pin down. While he ate whatever she put in front of him, he didn’t seem to prefer anything specific. Lemon bars and brownies were devoured in equal measures. (He didn’t care much for traditional wagashi, but Mimi couldn’t blame him. She hated the stuff too!)
“Does it matter?” He would grin, holding up whatever she baked. “Anything you make is amazing.”
Yeah, well, she wanted more than amazing. She wanted to knock his socks right off his stupid, smug feet! Hard to accomplish that if she couldn’t figure out his favorite dessert.
Her usual co-conspirators (read: Tom and Stacey) weren’t much help either. Tom insisted that anything would please Jason, while Stacey linked Mimi to some super yuppie ‘dried fruit dessert’ that would leave everyone unsatisfied.
Mimi sighed as she scrolled through Stacey’s unhelpful recipe links. As much as she wanted to blame her friends, they meant well– and their memories were foggier than her own. They paid more attention to Jason’s favorite video games and clothing brands than anything else. If anything, they were indirectly wondering why she was coming up blank.
“Fair point, honestly.” She sighed, peering at her screen. “So if that came up empty, what’s next…”
When in doubt, maybe… think like a Bat. How would that paranoid family uncover what they needed to take down a criminal (or in this case, surprise him with his favorite chocolate)?
“They’d stalk the poor guy,” she murmured to herself in slight horror, already pulling up Jason’s wikipedia article. “Find every single piece of information floating around him on the internet and compile it together in some creepy database. Maybe nudge it along to a journalist and expose them to the entire world.”
She couldn’t bring herself to travel down that dark road. At the same time, how else could she find out what she needed? Maybe she could call one of his brothers…?
Problem was, she didn’t have their numbers. Jason had been pretty adamant on compartmentalizing his life– and keeping Mimi far from the broader world of superheroes. At the time, she understood his paternal logic. The Red Hood was no Wildcat or Cyclone, let alone a shining knight in armor; he inhabited Gotham’s seedy underbelly, and he didn’t flinch before delivering vengeance to those who wronged him. He was far from moral– or so he kept telling her.
Honestly, he thought too hard about morals and justice to be completely immoral. Which meant, deep down, he kept in touch with his brothers. He must’ve texted them sometimes, or at least shared parts of his life with them, in the same way she shared parts of her life with Sora and Jou.
Jason rarely frequented social media, on account of being legally dead, but Mimi had an account for most everything. Jason’s brothers might be the same…
She was taking a giant leap of faith in pulling up Dick Grayson’s Instagram account and hoping he would respond to her DM. She couldn’t even be sure he was running his own account (and not, say, some impersonal social media manager), but she could only hope that he’d respond as she typed in–
Hi! Hope you’ve been doing okay. We haven’t talked in years, but this is Mimi Tachikawa. Jason and I went to high school together? ♥
Quick question. Do you remember his favorite kind of chocolate?
She wasn’t expecting an immediate response, let alone a notification not even thirty seconds later:
MIMI HI
Of course I remember you!! Pink hair is hard to forget :D
He likes everything, honestly. Especially partial to dark chocolate though. Is this for any special occasion…?
Surely the calendar didn’t escape a detective’s watch. No, Dick was asking because by all accounts, Jason was still legally dead. No reason to draw further attention to the fact that she knew something that the world at large (including Wikipedia) didn’t.
nothing special. just thinking a lot about him and missing his memory
Thanks, Dick (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑
Anytime!!
Also, i get that feeling. I miss him too
Another notification– and Dick Grayson, social media darling, had officially followed her account.
Mimi winced, bracing herself for the inevitable thinkpieces on the timing and perhaps even some freelance journalists digging further into her life. A small price to pay, she supposed, for something she could finally work with.
Not even two hours later, Jason burst into her apartment with a loud, “You asked Dick about me? My older brother??”
“Welcome home to you too, sweetheart.” Mimi narrowed her eyes at him, barely looking up from her current attempt at chocolate-making.
How Jason had found out so fast, she wasn’t totally sure. Dick must’ve told him. Or one of the other super-paranoid Bats. Because she sure didn’t have had time to tell anyone anything between her frantic baking attempts.
He sighed, tugging his shoes off as he settled down on one of the nearby barstools. This time, he was dressed in a bespoke suit - no wrinkles or bloodstains. That could only bode well for whatever he had been doing during the daytime.
“You could’ve just asked me.” His expression dropped as he watched her, peering at the bowls of tempered chocolate. “I would’ve told you.”
“You kept saying you like everything.” Mimi pouted, pouring some of the chocolate into decorative molds. “That didn’t narrow it down one bit.”
“Because I like anything you make.” Jason’s laugh was a tired one, even as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the counter. “You could serve me up garbage and somehow, it would taste pretty damn great.”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “You should have a doctor look at your taste buds.”
“No, like…” He sighed, clicking his tongue in thought. “You’re the best baker I know, Meems. You don’t have to impress me– because you already are.”
If it weren’t the two of them in this cramped space, she would’ve never believed him capable of such words. Jason preferred to couch his feelings in off-color jokes and sarcastic wit, letting friends and foes alike read between the lines for any deeper meaning. The open, unvarnished truth was the last thing she expected to hear.
His ears were burning a bright red as he buried his face in his arms. “Or… you could just pretend you never heard that…”
“Absolutely not!” Mimi leaned forward, pressing her lips to his hairline. “That was the sweetest thing you could’ve said. That’s why you like everything?”
“Uh-huh.” Jason’s entire face and neck was turning redder than his costume– which was kind of cute. This was a rare, unprompted sight– and she wanted to soak it all in. “Next time, tell me it’s for Valentine’s and not… I don’t know, go through my brother?”
Mimi clicked her tongue. “I could’ve gone through Tim.”
Jason sat up to attention, staring at her as if she had burned her current batch into high heavens– “No.”
“Uh-huh. If your older brother hadn’t pulled through, Tim was next on my list. Then it was gonna be Cass, or Stephanie, or…”
“Stop while you’re ahead.” Jason held up his arms in a ‘T,’ trying really hard to fight the smile on his face. “My siblings don’t deserve you.”
For the first time in months, he had admitted to calling them his family and not ‘the messed up people that I used to work with.’ That was a start. Probably.
He couldn’t compartmentalize his life forever. At some point, he would have to reclaim his legal identity (or one of his fakes, either way) and begin life in the light– and she would have to join his side, no matter what he chose. Hopefully, when he was ready, she would get to formally meet the rest of the family and see just who he worked so hard to protect.
She must’ve been smiling too hard at the idea, because Jason buried his head in his arms once more.
“So what did you end up making?”
“You don’t even want to look?”
“No way.” Jason laughed, despite his feeble attempts to hide his emotions– “You went to a stupid amount of trouble to figure things out. The least I could do is be surprised.”
Mimi stuck her tongue out as she then poured chocolate into another set of molds, “But if you knew I went to your brother for help..”
“He texted me.” Jason pulled out his phone, holding up his screen– and a way too long text chain that was mostly emoji and exclamation points. Also a few celebratory gifs and confetti that seemed to go for miles. “Said it was like watching a child go off to college.”
Mimi laughed as she slid the molds into her freezer. “But he doesn’t talk to us enough to make that analogy work.”
“Exactly, and it’s gonna stay that way.”
Mimi shot him a look as she closed the freezer and moved onto her next batch. “Maybe if you’ll be more honest with me…”
“Feed me.” Jason opened his mouth, in what must’ve been a lazy imitation of a spoiled housecat– or maybe Tommy in cat form? They were nigh-identical. “Buy my honesty.”
This was ridiculous - like, the kind of ridiculous she hadn’t seen from Jason since they were freshmen in high school - but she didn’t see the harm in humoring him. She leaned forward, sticking a finished dark chocolate & hazelnut truffle into his mouth.
He savored the dessert, even licking his lips in anticipation as he polished it off in mere seconds.
Mimi hummed, reaching for another– “And here I thought you wanted to be surprised.”
“I will be.” He grinned, rising to his feet and loosening his tie. “Those were your failed attempts, weren’t they? Whatever you’re working on this time will be for me, or Tommy, or whoever’s important enough to get something special.”
She would argue that he didn’t necessarily know that, but then he donned his kitchen apron (the silly gag one that said ‘you only die twice’) and she lost the heart to even banter back.
“It’s all for you,” she found herself saying with the same utter sincerity he had given her so much earlier. “All of this? Just you and me.”
“Good, then–” he leaned forward, craning his body so he could steal a kiss from her lips, “‘Cause I don’t feel like sharing anymore.”