Searching Pt. 7

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7

Warnings: Violence, Swearing

A/N: OH HO IM BACK and I have so much explaining to do, I know. I’m so so sorry. More details to come tomorrow and hopefully a better designed blog soon. I will also be answering all of the wonderful wonderful asks from you wonderful wonderful people tomorrow (I just read through them and I might be crying a little bit).  I hope in the meantime this eases some of the terrible pressure on everyone right now. Love you all <3

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The next week passes by in a haze of diminishing anxiety and hard labor. Jason fades in and out of consciousness but he arrives closer and closer to a full recovery each day. At least that’s what the younger woman who offered reassurance when you first arrived tells you. You have since learned her name is Kavya.

You’ve learned a lot about Kavya and the town she helped raise. She grew up a few miles from the site. She was studying English so that she could attend an American college and pursue a degree in Business. Her mother had fallen ill so she gave up that ambition for the moment to help take care of her. And then she met Priya. You spent an entire afternoon listening to their stories of how they would sneak off and meet in the most secluded spots just to see each other for five minutes. They’re so clearly in love with each other it makes your heart full just to be around them. Kavya’s mother made a wonderful recovery and she was completely head over heels for Priya.

“It was a deceptively magical time,” Kavya relayed to you one night. “Until Priya’s family found us. They completely cut her off and threatened our lives so we had to run.” Priya squeezed her hand, almost looking ashamed but Kavya kissed her cheek and the immediate relief was evident.

Searching Pt. 6: Jason Todd/Reader

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7

Warnings: Violence, Swearing

A/N: WOw I know I always apologize for taking so long but good grief this was dramatic. Also, I did not edit this at ALL - I just started writing and went with it and wanted to post it so here we are and please be forgiving for any errors. Lots of love you guys <3 :)

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One thing you really missed while in the cell was something to do with your hands. Just some purpose for their movements outside necessities like eating. You wanted to create something or have them busy with a mundane task anything to keep them from hanging so useless.

Now that they are pressed to Jason’s bloody wound, you ache for that idleness. Anything would be better than feeling Jason slipping through your fingers.

“Jason, come on! Please stay with me!” You plead. He looks up through hooded eyes and mumbles something close to a groan.

Shouting sounds outside as the men chasing after you start closing in. Your heart thuds so loudly in your ears as you glance between the outside and Jason.

“Okay, so we have to get out of here and the quicker the better. Can you stand?” The panic is not masked well at all.

Jason nods groggily. You help him to his feet and he sags against you.

The two of you stumble over the wreckage as the men draw nearer.

Once you make it out to the alleyway, Jason’s weight becomes much heavier.

“No, no,” you exclaim as he slides towards the ground. “Jason, please. Just-Just a little further. I need you to work with me.” Your words run together in an anxious mess. He falls back against the wall despite your best efforts at keeping him propped. Your arms ache with a fury and you feel tears cascading down your cheeks.

A man shouts behind you in Mandarin. You turn to find one of the local mobsters that had been interrogating the inn owner. A gun rests loosely in his hand and he gestures towards you with it. You maneuver yourself between him and Jason with your hands raised.

“Please, you don’t need to do this,” you plead. He responds harshly in more Mandarin and starts pointing his gun. You freeze and breathe heavily through clenched teeth.

Your eyes narrow down on the barrel of the pistol.

Bang.