Colleagues Pt. 1/17 --- Jason Todd x fem. reader
Y/N works for Wayne Enterprises as an intern while they are trying to pay their way through college. Jason is deciding to take part in the family business leading to a clumsy first meeting with y/n.
This is my first fic so a little bit of slack is greatly appreciated. Hope you guys enjoy and trust me, I have so much more planned.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 965
The internship at Wayne Enterprises was a dream come true. The barely over minimum wage job back at your college library just wasn’t paying the bills anymore. Then this puppy landed right on your lap.
Experience? Check. Experience with a high profile billionaire? Check. But most importantly it provided actual checks.
With (y/c/h) styled back out of your face and a nasty midterm paper burning for attention on your laptop, you were typing away swiftly trying to align Mr. Wayne’s appointments.
You weren’t the only one working in the various cubicles so you did not bother looking up every time footsteps approached you. This included the two pairs of footsteps currently headed towards your desk. Refusing to partake in any distraction that would keep you from getting home early, you did not bother raising your head when they appeared to stop before you. Someone cleared their throat and you finally glanced up.
Into a bright pair of hardened blue eyes. You quickly shot up knocking stuff off your desk and you clumsily tried fixing the mess.
“Ah, Mr. Wayne, I am so sorry,” you finally decided your attempt at fixing the mess only furthered the embarrassment so you finally take a deep breath and look at him.
“It is quite alright Ms. Y/L/N. I hope I did not startle you.” he says with actual sympathy. This just enflamed the embarrassment running fiery hot in your red cheeks.
“Oh, no sir. Sorry, I was concentrated on my work,” you brushed a stray piece of y/c/h hair of your face and give him an attempt at a winning smile. Only to hear a snort come from behind Mr. Wayne.
You tilt your head to get a look at the man lending his two-cents. He is taller than Bruce by the smallest amount to be noticeable, has jet black hair that falls naturally back excusing a few strands of hair of which one is white, and he has the devil written on his face. Excuse the attractiveness, you give the man the best glare to accommodate his gentlemanly snort.
“What can I do for you sir?” you ask politely turning back to Mr. Wayne.
“I wanted to ask if you do not mind making copies of emails that I am going to send to you and having them on my desk tonight?” he asks.
No. No can do. College and all that jazz.
“Yes, of course sir,” you chirp and throw in that ‘dazzling’ smile just for kicks.
He returns with a handsome grin and thanks you. He walks by you towards his office with his partner-in-crime following suit.
When you think they are gone you bend down underneath your desk to pick up a mini Eiffel Tower that had been send airborne amidst the turmoil that is your awkwardness.
“Don’t forget about this,” you hear a deep voice from behind causing you to jump and hit your head on the 3 inches of solid wood.
The man snorts clueing you into his identity. You look at him glaring while he has an easy smile resting on his face intensifying your irritation. Grabbing the photograph out of his hand, you place it back on your desk with a mumbled thanks.
You sit down hoping he can take a hint better than he can use his manners.
“I am Jason,” he says with a smooth undertone.
Ah, any other day and with any other interruption maybe buddy,
“Cool,” you respond maybe too harshly but giving your name just suggests a want for further conversation. You start typing again hopefully ridding of Jason once and for all but his figure lingers behind you still.
“Who is that?” he asks and you look over your shoulder to see where he is pointing.
“Oh, um, that’s my nephew,” you say awkwardly. He is referring to the picture he had picked up for you. He then pulls a brave stunt and leans against your desk right next to your computer forcing you to take in his presence.
“Listen, pal. I don’t want to be rude but I have a lot of work to get done and I would appreciate the space to do it,“ you say coolly. He looks confused and stares at me.
“What?” you ask exasperated at this point.
“Do you know who I am?” he asks obviously amused.
“Yes, Jason, we have been over this.” you say waving my hand.
He chuckles and crosses his arms. Then it hits you.
“Wait, are you Jason Todd?” you ask wincing.
“In the flesh,” he laughs and outstretches his arms.
Great, now you have ticked off the boss’ dead-then-mysteriously-alive son. You rub your face and groan.
“I propose a bargain,” he says and you look at him questioningly.
“Go out with me and I will forget about this when talking to dear ole dad,” he smirks feeling victorious. This only infuriates you more.
“Listen, Jason,” you stand up and jab a finger at his chest, “How about instead, we don’t go on a pity date, there is no blackmailing and you just don’t talk to your dad about our encounter and I can continue my work while you go fencing or whatever you rich people do,”
His eyes widen while yours just roll back in your head. Just then the phone rings and you pick it up.
“Wayne Enterprises. How can I assist you?” you say into the phone and sit down, making sure to face away from Jason. You help the customer and swivel your chair around to find him gone.
With a whole night of work ahead of you, Jason will be the last thing on your mind. But that is definitely not the case for the not-so-smug-now Wayne kid that night.
