jaybeartodd reblogged
jaybeartodd reblogged
Birthday Birthday Birthday
A/N: Thanks to @rosevered and the three amazing anons that sent me these amazing ideas!! I tried my best to combine them and I hope you like it :) Lots of love you guys! <3<3
“Stop,” Jason mumbles into the pillow. You continue to stare excitedly at him from your side of the bed.
“Stop, what?” you feign innocence.
He opens one eye. “Stop looking at me like you know more than I do. It makes me nervous.”
You gasp, bringing your hand over your mouth. “I am making the Red Hood nervous?”
He opens both of his eyes to glare narrowly at you. “No, you are making the man who specifically said not to make a big deal out of today feel like you are definitely about to make a big deal out of today.”
“So,” you pull out two frosting dispensers, “You don’t want to make a cake?”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “How long have you been holding them?”
“Too long, now come on!” You sit up and shove them in his face.
He grabs his pillow and places it over his face with a groan.
“Fine,” you sigh and climb off the bed, “Looks like I’m the one that’s going to have to do all the cooking.”
Jason removes the pillow and sits up. “Don’t threaten me, it’s my birthday.”
“Sure, now it’s your birthday, when it is convenient for you!” Your voice fades as you walk into the kitchen. Jason can’t help the widespread grin growing on his face as he shakes his head. He definitely knew you would ignore his request. He just hopes you don’t go overboard.
Reblogging for Jason’s birthday!! 🎉🎉
Searching Pt. 3: Jason Todd/Fem Reader
TW: cursing, pretty violent, mentions of cramped spaces
A/N: fInAlLy so sorry guys this took so long :/ I hope you enjoy it though! I really like this story and I have many more plans :D Lots of love!! <3
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Night has settled down on you a lot more comfortably than what you would have predicted. Instead of being cramped by the darkness blanketing itself around the freeing rays of the sun, you feel calmed at the sight of the twinkling stars promising a vastness that was absent within the cell. The moon’s reflection on the waves dancing softly against the boat is a promise that you are putting more and more distance between yourself and the island.
Your legs stretch themselves across one of the cushioned benches on the top deck as you stare at the incredible view.
Jason and Captain Guin had been bent over maps within the upper deck’s small cabin. You had considered trying to help them, feeling a little guilty, but after a few minutes of listening them speak back and forth about places you had never been, you found yourself wandering back to the open ocean air.
Thoughts of your dad creep into your conscious now that you have a moment to digest the fact that you might actually succeed in escaping. Would they torture him for it? Would he stop doing their bidding and they would no longer think he is useful?
No, more likely they know exactly where you are and will be waiting as soon as you dock. To drag you back to your cell. Maybe they will take away your one small window or pathetic human contact. You draw your knees up to your chest and shudder involuntarily at the thought.
“This might help.”
You jump at Jason’s voice, not expecting the intrusion. You hadn’t noticed that he and the Captain had grown quiet and went their separate ways.
Jason holds up a blanket in one hand and a bag in the other. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
Appearances Aside Pt. 16
A/N: Sorry this is so late but I hope y’all enjoy :)
Warnings: blood, cursing
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It didn’t take long. Jason thinks this with a bit of resentment as he flexes his fists. The frustration stems deeply from the fact that you have been gone so long and the answers were so easily retrieved. With purpose in hand, his strut is unwavering as it turns away from the bloodied goons and towards where they spilled the sick bastards are keeping you.
Roy jogs up to him and matches his stride. He is careful not to approach any sensitive subjects and with Jason...that could literally be anything so he keeps his thoughts to himself...for the most part.
“Jay, shouldn’t we-” he scratches his head, “Make a plan or something?”
“Nope,” Jason answers concisely. Roy purses his lips and mouth an “okay”.
Thoughts in Jason’s head that were once running rampant trying to piece themselves together are now finally in their place. But they shake with impatience. Something ticks at his jaw at the thought of what Dumb and Dumber had told him.
Bossman was real angry so, he-uh
It wasn’t us though, we swear! P-please don’t hurt me!
Jason blinks his eyes a few times to reorient himself in the now. The remorse that makes its rare appearance is far from sight as he remembers where his actions will lead him. And hopefully that is right into making sure you are safe.
Appearances Aside Pt. 15
A/N: HOOO girl this is late and I am so so sorry...but it is super duper long and I hope that makes up for it?? Love you guys :)
Warnings: violence and cursing
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Flashback
“Ms. Y/L/N?” a small voice squeaks. You turn on your heel, chalk in hand, to see a little girl fidgeting nervously behind you. Small wisps of hair stick out from her messy braid and her clothes hang loosely off of her small frame.
“Yes, Carrie?” You smile warmly and give her your full attention. She catches her lip between her teeth and stares down at her shoes.
“Um, I was wondering...there’s this book...” She reveals a book she has hidden behind her. Its spine is torn and the pages are yellowed with use but its title is clear.
“Oh! The Ugly Duckling! I love this story!” You crouch down and gesture gently with outstretched hands. She hesitates before handing it over. Your fingers gingerly open its fragile pages.
“It was my mom’s favorite book...before she...” she trails off and wipes under her eyes.
With a shuddering breath you offer her an empathetic smile. “You know, I lost my mother too.” You lay a hand on her shoulder as she stares glassy eyed at the floor. “How about we work on reading it. You can stay after class and we can work on it, together.”
A spark lights in her eyes. “Really?”
“Really.”
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A/N: So so so sorry this is late but I just did not have a good idea until it hit me in film class today XD Also sorry for the angst hopefully I can get out a part on time Friday so y’all aren’t suffering haha also thanks so much for the love and support I really really do appreciate all of you and your sweet messages!!! :) Hugs and kisses and lots and lots of love <3<3
And if your tag isn’t working please let me know! I will try to find out what is wrong because it says on my end that they are all fine but I know some have been weird and I am super sorry Tumblr be like that sometimes -_-
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“But you promised I could have her!” you heart Straton whine from outside the room. Your wrists rub uncomfortably against the bindings as you struggle from your place on the ground.
“And you will get her you insufferable short-sighted twit,” Joker’s voice cackles. “Don’t try and cut the joke short. Timing is key. And the key in this scenario is using her as bait for Hoodie.”
You scoff disgustedly. There’s no way you’ll let them use you against Jason. And there is absolutely no way you are leaving with Straton.
As the men continue arguing, you search desperately for a plan. The room is mostly empty spare a few puddles from leaky tiles and mold growing along the crevices leaving you with very few options. The rickety wooden chair squeaks in protest at your movements sparking a new idea.
You continue rocking back and forth before building up enough momentum, and courage, to make the chair crash against the ground. The impact causes you to hiss in pain. The loud bang has you staring wide-eyed at the door, waiting for it to come swinging open. The incessant arguing pulls a sigh of relief from you as you free your hands.
You grab a shard of the wooden chair and glance at the window. The view gives you some idea as to where you are. You feel slight relief at the familiar Gotham skyline but your stomach plummets at the number of stories falling beneath you.
But you find that plunge much more inviting than whatever the Joker and Straton have planned for you. You push frantically at the window pane urging it upwards at least enough for you to slip out of. The rush of night air hits your face promising freedom.
You slip tightly through and brace yourself on the very small ledge.
“Oh, shit,” you whisper down into the never-ending descent to the streets. Regrets start filling your mind until you hear the door squeak open and heavy footsteps.
Appearances Aside Pt. 13
A/N: Short but I hope y’all like it! Thanks again everyone for all the love! Much appreciated :)
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Besides the dripping of a leaky pipe and your hands fidgeting at your sides, there is no noise to deter the panic rising within you. A sharp contrast the overload you had felt as you were ripped from your semblance of a normal, safe life.
Your fingers dance aggressively over the fabric of your shirt. The movement was necessary while awaiting his return because once he arrived everything froze in fear of grabbing his attention. Some habits don’t die.
“Y/N,” Straton’s voice is smooth on the knife delivering it. The guards standing close behind you take a respectful step back as their boss closes in.
You bite your lip hard and meet his gaze with some semblance of bravery. Icy cold eyes meet yours with their usual mask of feigned innocence.
His hand curls lightly over your cheek and you instinctively flinch away. His grip only tightens, forcing you in place. “Y/N.”
“What do you want? You’ve already blown up my school! Taken my family! Taken...” You feel tears spilling from your eyes. He assesses this with some emotion but not remorse. Never remorse.
“And you have taken my heart,” he retorts, letting his hold on you go. You jerk back and scowl at him.
Appearances Aside Pt. 12
A/N: WOw where have I been? I am so so so sorry I have been completely AWOL I just have had so much going on....anyways here it is finally and I want to shoutout to my JTDS peeps I promise I read everything (and cry over everything) you tag me in and you absolutely bring me the purest form of joy. I love you guys. I love ALL OF YOU READING THIS.... also sidebar somebody said they wanted to make a playlist or like a moodboard for this story and literally nothing would ever make my heart bigger and more full?? That is such a wonderful compliment so thank you. Okay length intro over I promise! Lots of love everybody!!
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“Shut it up,” Jason mumbles through his sleep. The shrill ringing of your new phone has you rubbing your eyes and reaching blindly in the dark. You sit up and slip out of his arms before sliding the phone open.
“Hello?”
“Y/N, Y/N? Is that you?” a scratchy voice shouts from the other end. A burst of static makes you hold the phone out from your ear.
“Helen? What’s up?” you ask groggily.
“Y/N...the school...” the connection breaks leaving you staring panicked at the phone.
“J-Jason,” you stutter while desperately trying to redial her number.
He shoots up, his face stern and his hand wavering behind you. “What is going on?”
“It’s Helen, she’s at the school,” you curse as her phone goes to voicemail. “I-I think she is in trouble.”
Jason’s eyes widen as he runs a hand down his face.
“I have to go,” you mutter standing up and grabbing at your jacket.
His hand shoots out to grab your wrist. “Hold on, I am coming with you. Let me suit up.”
You nod affirmatively, your brain too frenzied to answer otherwise. Destructive thoughts run rampant through your brain.
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A/N: So I actually really really love this part?? Also I just saw that people tagged me in a bunch of things and I am super excited to look at them but can’t until tomorrow after I finally move back into my dorm (packing freaking SUCKS) so I promise I am not ignoring you. Lots of love everybody! :)
It’s a strange place where you feel as if you know an overwhelming amount about someone but to feel like you haven’t even broken ground when it comes to knowing them.
This is the thought bouncing around your brain as you spin in circles trying to take in the monstrous creation Jason had driven the three of you to.
“What in the actual hell is this?” You continue gawking at the machines you wouldn’t even imagine ever comprehending or being able to afford. Random objects are displayed on one side of the cave while glass cases hold suits.
You narrow your eyes at this last one. Is that a..?
“Wait, is this where Batman lives?” You turn on your heel.
Jason takes in your baffled expression with a hint of jealousy and resentment. He plops the kid down onto a medical table. His eye lingers slightly on the glass case holding his old Robin costume but his stare is gone too quickly to be noticed.
“Wait,” you whisper cautiously, “Are we going to get in trouble?”
“That’s kind of my thing,” Jason replies nonchalantly...as if the two of you are not standing in the middle of Batman’s lair.
Birthday Birthday Birthday
A/N: Thanks to @rosevered and the three amazing anons that sent me these amazing ideas!! I tried my best to combine them and I hope you like it :) Lots of love you guys! <3<3
“Stop,” Jason mumbles into the pillow. You continue to stare excitedly at him from your side of the bed.
“Stop, what?” you feign innocence.
He opens one eye. “Stop looking at me like you know more than I do. It makes me nervous.”
You gasp, bringing your hand over your mouth. “I am making the Red Hood nervous?”
He opens both of his eyes to glare narrowly at you. “No, you are making the man who specifically said not to make a big deal out of today feel like you are definitely about to make a big deal out of today.”
“So,” you pull out two frosting dispensers, “You don’t want to make a cake?”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “How long have you been holding them?”
“Too long, now come on!” You sit up and shove them in his face.
He grabs his pillow and places it over his face with a groan.
“Fine,” you sigh and climb off the bed, “Looks like I’m the one that’s going to have to do all the cooking.”
Jason removes the pillow and sits up. “Don’t threaten me, it’s my birthday.”
“Sure, now it’s your birthday, when it is convenient for you!” Your voice fades as you walk into the kitchen. Jason can’t help the widespread grin growing on his face as he shakes his head. He definitely knew you would ignore his request. He just hopes you don’t go overboard.
Hey guys so I'm going to be writing that Jason Birthday one-shot later on so please send me what y'all think he would love to do on his birthday! Thank you and lots of love everyone 💕💕
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“A bat that is friends with a rat,” you announce aloud as you erase a part of the chalkboard. “Ooh, yes that will be perfect!”
You scramble away from the board to jot it down on a piece of paper.
“The bat is a total dick, the rat could do better,” a deep voice emanates from the darkness. Your pen goes flying from your hand as you jerk back in fright. Once your eyes are adjusted, you make out a smug but comfortingly familiar grin in the classroom. You glare at him with your hands rested disapprovingly on your hips.
“Maybe leave the teaching to me and I’ll leave the brooding to you.”
He chuckles while setting his helmet down on a desk. You can’t help but roll your eyes at the domino mask securely placed across his nose.
The pale light cast by the slim illumination outside shines through the open windows so that you can make out only some of his features. Your head tilts slightly as you take notice of a few scars hidden amongst the tan of his face. They seem to disappear into the sharp slopes of his jawline.
“Is it because it doesn’t rhyme?” he cracks, shaking you from your stupor.
“Sure,” you mumble, returning to the chalkboard.
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You blink heavy eyes open only to be greeted with the soft light of sunrise. It blankets the room. You are left in dysphoria as you try to recall why you would sleep on your couch until you catch sight of Jason’s long form resting uncomfortably in a chair.
His fingers stretch out towards a fallen book while his head tilts back at an awkward angle. A small smile forms on your lips as you pull back the blanket he must have draped across you.
Your feet pad across the floor in search of a bathroom. You slowly open one door only to abruptly back out when you realize it is his bedroom. A familiar object within the room nags that feeling once again all the way until you find the actual bathroom.
As your washing your hands, the curiosity becomes too much. You walk determinedly back into his room. Your foot kicks against something hard. You scoff in anger as it rolls away from you.
You hear stirring coming from the living room so you quickly regain your composure and head out.
Appearances Aside Pt. 8
Warnings: Cursing, yelling
A/N: Hopefully you guys like this one a little better :) Lots of love <3
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Things are digging themselves out of the pit you had fallen into once Straton escaped. Even though it took some time, you are finally in a good place with Red Hood where you trust him to actually be on your side…even if his questions became a bit burdensome. The children are absolutely thriving in their seemingly less hostile environment and there have been a complete lack of any more threats.
Despite these things looking up, you can’t help but feel a little down about the Jason situation. Every day, you glance at his door with a solemn expression. And every time you even are near him, he is quick to avoid any interaction. It feels like he is avoiding you. And it is not that you miss the guy, you barely knew him, but you can’t help but wonder what you did to make him so hostile against you. And, yes, you missed the easy conversation between the two of you and his persistent annoying presence…
Once the weekend rolls around, you have a small and rather pathetic plan devised. You know he has to leave his apartment at some point so you wait with a handful of laundry at the door awaiting that click.
Once you hear it, your ass flies out your door and clothes rain down on the both of you as your plan is slightly skewed.
“Shit!” you both exclaim before shaking yourselves from the shock. You nervously grin at him and stoop down to gather the garments in your arms.
He nervously shifts after handing you the last of the clothes. His eyes dart looking for an escape.
“Wait, Jason,” you stop him from bolting. He raises an eyebrow.
“I just wanted to-uh,” you shift the clothes and give him a shaky grin, “Say hi?”
“Hi?” he muses, his stern expression faltering.
“Yeah, and I just wanted to make sure…. I wanted to know if..” you begin stuttering.
“I’m sorry about the date, Y/N,” he finally breaks your ranting. You glance into his deep blue eyes filled with apology and something akin to him holding himself back.
“Yeah, uh, it’s fine. I get it.”
His eyes turn sorrowful and he takes a deep sigh while glancing around the hall.
“Believe me, Doll. If I could, I would,” he says faintly.
The sound of his footsteps retreating down the hallway echo against you ear as something else nags at your conscious.
You should be upset, confused and maybe even a little angry. But the only thing you can muster is the sudden reminder of a certain nickname.
“Do you think I’m annoying?”
Red Hood’s hand stills on the map he is pinning a location. Your cheek is scrunched beneath your hand as you tap a pen rapidly on the table.
“I have met worse,” he finally answers gruffly before returning to his task.
“Maybe I am just like a hideous monster or something,” you muse while staring blankly, “Like the Babadook.”
“Where is this coming from, Doll?” Red asks with a sigh. He crosses his arms and directs his stare towards you.
“Doll,” you whisper and glance up at him. “Is that Gotham slang or something?“
He grabs a set and places it in front of you. A slight smile lifts your mouth as your mind compares him to a trigger-happy therapist.
“What’s going on?”
You rub a hand down your tired face and sit up. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.” A quick glance at your phone leads you to gather your things. “I have to be at the school in 20 minutes.”
His hand shoots out and his long fingers wrap around your forearm. “I think what you need is to sleep. You look like hell.”
“Not everyone can hide behind an electronic tomato,” you shoot back. His hand drops from your arm and a small choked laughter emits from said tomato.
You can’t help but match his laughter. Sighting the large map sobers you quickly.
“Do you really think we will find him?”
“I wouldn’t be dragging you back into this if I didn’t.”
This sentiment calms your nerves slightly. You place a chaste kiss to the side of helmet. “Thank you.”
He remains silent but his fingers curl over his thigh. Your cheeks turn the color of his helmet at the return of this strange feeling.
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“Where are you?” Hood barks through the phone. You hold the phone between your shoulder and cheek while digging around your purse for your keys.
“I am heading into my building. Why?”
“One of Straton’s boys were spotted in Gotham.”
Everything in your hands drops heavily to the ground. You shift the phone closer to your ear now that he has your full attention.
“Wait, what? Who? Where exactly? How do you know-” you begin bombarding him with frantic questions.
“I can be over in a few minutes if you need me.”
You sigh as you round the corner towards your door. “No, you have been sleeping even less than me. I will be fine and keep you updated. I have a few tricks up my sleeve to protect myself.”
“As I have seen in action,” Hood jokes. You grin widely.
“Exactly. I will see you tomorr-” you come to an abrupt halt at the sight of a very familiar figure standing outside your room.
“Hey, Y/N,” Luca greets you nervously. His eyes switch back and forth as pools of sweat collect under his shirt. “Can we talk?”
“Y/N? Y/N?! What’s going on?” Hood’s voice from the phone brings you to.
“N-nothing. Just an old friend. I am fine. I will talk to you tomorrow.” You hang up the phone before he has a chance to argue.
“Luca, what are you doing here?”
“Like I said, we need to talk but not out here,” he eyes Petunia’s door that is slightly cracked.
“Yeah, of course,” you exhale and rush to your door. You clamber inside and throw your bag down.
“Why are you here?” you demand as soon as he shuts the door behind him.
“Straton is coming for my ass and I need your help,” he gulps and runs a shaky hand through his hair. You take notice of the bags forming under his eyes and his significant loss of hair.
“Wh-what can I do?” you stutter. His eyes flash angrily and he takes a step towards you.
“I don’t know, Y/N! You have to help me! You are the reason I am in this mess!”
You shake your head and back away from his approaching steps.
“We agreed to do this because we knew it was the right th-”
“No I agreed to this because you promised he would stay in jail!” he yells. You wince and reach towards the pepper spray in your purse.
“You need to calm down. I have no idea what you expect me to do. I am sure he is after me too-”
Music begins to play from the room over but you both pay it little mind.
“I betrayed him, Y/N. I have seen him behead men for less!”
Suddenly, the music grows louder…and then Jason’s obnoxious voice busts through the apartment making it impossible to focus on each other.
“Who is that?” Luca asks nervously.
“It’s just my neighbor.”
“Go take care of it!” he barks and you scowl. This is your apartment, not his. You stroll up to the Jason’s door and knock hesitantly on it, your nerves slightly frayed. It swings open to reveal a disheveled Jason looking like he just woke up and was half-dressed.
“Uh, hi,” he breathes out, peeking behind you as if he is searching for someone.
“Hi, Jason!” You greet him with a bit too much pep. He eyes you curiously and cocks his head.
“Are you here to yell at me?”
“No, of course not!” You eye your door and gesture towards it with wide eyes. He picks up on what you are hinting at rather quickly.
“Well, I won’t turn it down!” he nods at you to continue.
“Oh,” you clear your throat. “Well, then I am going to report you to the landlord!”
He makes an oh! face and waves his hands around in mock fright. You punch him in the arm.
“I will call the police right now for harassment!” he screams and you nod at him impressed. He shrugs and winks at you.
“Do it! I dare you!”
Luci suddenly comes out of the room, takes one glance at you before retreating down the steps.
Once he is out of earshot, you ask Jason, “How’d you know that would work?”
“Most everyone in Gotham are afraid of GCPD, including the GCPD.”
A large breath finally leaves your lungs and you give him a grateful smile. Jason stares concernedly at you.
“Is everything okay?”
You breathe in shakily and look up at him with glassy eyes. “This is super bizarre and not exactly fair and I would understand if you said no but would you- I don’t know- just in case he comes back-”
“I can stay with you.” He gives a lopsided grin that makes the tears brim with more urgency.
“Thank you.”
He nods and glances towards your apartment. “But your place is freezing, I doubt there is any good food and I have a killer TV. So, my place it is.”
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“Wow, you’re kind of amazing,” you exclaim between bites of your pasta. The delicious buttery taste is practically the best cuisine you have had since arriving in Gotham.
“Wasn’t that quite obvious this whole time?” he muses from his spot next to you on the couch.
You roll your eyes. “I meant at cooking. How does a mechanic become such a great cook?”
“Motor oil can fix anything,” he declares slurping a noodle. Your fork drops onto the plate and he laughs loudly.
“I am kidding!” He squints his eyes. “Well, mostly.”
You shake your head, relishing in another bite. Motor oil or not, this is delicious.
“So who was that guy?” he finally drops the question.
You gulp down a bite and set the plate aside. “Remember that shitty family I wasn’t talking about?”
“Ah,” he simply says. You sigh and return your attention back to the TV.
“Well, I am stuffed,” he declares standing up. He grabs your plate and makes his way towards the kitchen.
“Wait,” you call between a yawn, “I can help you with that.”
“I am a grown man, Y/N. I think I can wash my own dishes.” He scoffs and begins rinsing them, his mind drifting with guilt.
“So, are we feeling Disney or-” he stops, glancing down at your sprawled out position on the couch. Your hands support your completely knocked out expression.
He chuckles softly and grabs a blanket to drape over you. He takes the chair next to the couch and grabs a book.
“ I’m seriously doomed.”
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Appearances Aside Pt. 7
Warnings: none
A/N: Sorry it is short but here is my first weekly update :)
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“Where are we going?” you demand. At least, you try to sound much more forceful but your voice seems to catch on the false implications of bravery.
“Somewhere private we can talk.” Hood grumbles, barely glancing over his shoulder as he barrels down empty alleyways. Your ears are occupied as paranoia whispers nightmarish possibilities between the thudding beats of your heart.
Well, at least the school is built and running. Helen will do a fine job in helping those children. And the only person who will really miss you is your aunt...
“If you do it now, you’ll save me a world of trouble,” you joke, with barely a hint of laughter. A shudder rolls through you in reaction to a mixture of nervous energy and a cold front slithering its way through Gotham.
You whack right into the back of Red Hood as he comes to an abrupt halt.
“Ow, what the he-”
Hood swivels on his heels to point those lifeless lenses over his eyes at you .“If I do what?” he asks coldly. Your eyebrows furrow in a complete lack of understanding.
“K-kill me...instead of handing me over to Straton. I-I just think he isn’t-” your words begin tumbling over one another and traitorous tears threaten to spill.
“Y/N, I am not here to kill you or hand you over to the bastard.” He scoffs and his hand goes up as if he means to run it through his hair only to find the helmet firmly in place. “I am here to help. Why can’t you see that?”
Because no one wanted to help me then...why would they now?
You give him no satisfaction in terms of an answer but instead to choose to look at the ground.
"Let’s go,” he instructs softly, or however soft a voice modulator can get.
Your fingers brush lightly over the high-tech equipment that look like alien spaceship equipment in relation to your technological abilities. Equipment that definitely racked up more change than years worth of your rent.
“Not too shabby, eh?” he cracks, trying to loosen the tension. Your lips pull into a tight-lipped smile as you hug your arms close to you. The caution has yet to leave your body; every muscle is wired to retaliate against an attack. Not that you could do much damage against what he is packing.
“Hey, listen, I’m not-”
“Why did you bring me to your-er lair?” you interrupt him as your curiosity becomes too much to bear.
His lip twitches at your choice of vocabulary but he keeps his amusement to himself. “There are a plethora of reasons but for the most part I thought this would be the only way you would trust me.”
You wrinkle your nose. “You thought the only way to make me trust you is to take you to your hideout crammed with any number of weapons where no one would ever find me?”
Your eyes fall across a small shelf of books he has crammed into a corner. Despite the fear still pitted in your stomach, you relax slightly at a common factor. You grab your lip between your teeth as a plan buds in your mind.
“I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading. How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book!”
“When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library,” he finishes without hesitation. You grasp at the overused copy of Pride and Prejudice sitting atop the shelf.
He leans against a table and crosses his arms across his chest
“So it isn’t all for show,” you mumble and give him a shy smile. His muscles flex slightly underneath his hands. He clears his throat.
“Appearances and reputations...aren’t what they seem, remember?”
Your grin only grows at the reminder of your first meeting. Feeling your resolve crumble, you take a deep breath and face him head on.
“Okay, Red Hood. What do you want from me?”
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“So, if I am hearing you right, you want me to give you everything I know about Straton in exchange for you keeping the school and me safe?”
He nods from his seated position across from you at the table. Your hands rake through your hair as the fatigue begins to settle itself across your shoulders.
He could still be working for Straton, Y/n!
He is using you only to turn you over to the man himself once he’s done...
You squeeze your eyes tight against the screams of opposition.
“If you never want anything to do with me again, I completely understand. I just needed you to hear the offer from me first without running away.”
You narrow your eyes at the dig. “Okay...and how do I know you won’t betray me?”
He scoffs from underneath his helmet. “Trust me, Doll. I have a lot more enemies than you. You could throw me under a whole bus lot if you felt the need what with you knowing my hideout and already having my trust.”
Your mouth pushes to one side as his point drives home. “You have a deal.” You put out your hand and he grasps it with the faintest hint of amusement before shaking it.
After another quick glance around the hideout, you formulate another idea.
“Maybe you could set up computers in the school! We don’t have the money now...but there are definitely organizations interested in donating, so we could definitely, uh, eventually do that, right?”
“Of course not,” he deadpans.
“W-well, okay. I guess I will find someone else then you-”
“Doll, I’m kidding,” he laughs, standing up abruptly.
“Step one of our partnership; we find a different nickname rather than Doll.”
He ignores your comment and waves you over to a computer screen. You breathe slowly through your nose, doubts repositioning themselves in your mind. He is trying to help...and if not?
Well, what’s the worst that could happen?
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Appearances Aside Pt. 6
Warnings: cursing, panic attack
A/N: I know I know this is two updates in two days and my posting literally makes no sense haha buuuuut I am hoping to do some more as my schedule calms down in the slightest bit. No matter what I love you guys and thank you <3 :)
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Faint whispers of looming danger wrinkle the sheet hanging haphazardly off the window. They wisp and poke at your ears as you sit on the floor against the wall. Your phone buzzes sporadically from its broken state on the ground and footsteps of late wanderers echo through the hallways.
It is a miracle they can be heard over your heavy breaths falling like weights onto your chest.
Despite being attuned to all of these noises, one important one escapes you.
Red Hood’s boots fall gently onto your terrace. His ear strains to hear anything over your pants hitched with sobs from within. The garbled vibration causes him to look down at his phone where his own calls to you have been ignored.
The moonlight shines dangerously close to his form but that does not keep him from daring a glance inside. His eyes fall on your silhouette shivering in a corner and he tenses.
If you won’t trust Jason Todd, he will have to go with Plan B.
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Appearances Aside Pt. 5
Warnings: cursing, panic attack
A/N: So sorry this took so long UGH I AM THE WORST but it is here now and I hope you enjoy it :) Lots of love <3 <3
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The next day you wake up it feels...weird. Not entirely different. In fact, it is a similar routine to your week spent here in Gotham. You get up early, meet Helen at the school, and work the day through.
But everything is just slightly brighter. You had sat in your bed last night slightly shivering from the cold draft coming through the broken window with less of a grimace and more of an understanding. Gotham seems to run on compromises. Yes, you have every opportunity of getting mugged, kidnapped, etc etc. Pick your poison. But there is also a chance within it all for such good. It reminds you of Jason himself. Despite Jason being irritatingly the winner, he bought you dinner last night. And despite coming off as a complete douche bag, he revealed himself as an actual friend.
“Why are you grinning so widely at that empty chalkboard?” Helen breaks your concentration as night creeps its way into the dimly lit school. Your head snaps towards her and you clear your throat.
“Oh, um, I am just,” you sigh deeply and your grin returns, “I am really excited for this school to change these kids’ whole worlds.”
“It looks like someone changed your whole world,” she looks towards the ground abashedly,” Is it that handsome neighbor of yours?”
A chuckle escapes your throat but the slight twinkle in your eye is your tell. “I suppose he is pretty handsome, isn’t he?” You reply absentmindedly staring back at the board.