Gun Control - Jason Todd x Reader
Hello naughty children itâs angst time.
Iâm a terrible person who should never be given free reign. And Iâm actually a little sorry.
Tagging: @memento-scribet @cait-writes-stuff
Moonlight streams through the boarded up windows of the abandoned warehouse you and Jason had been sent to investigate. It seemed that there was some suspicious energy emanating from the location, and even though nothing bad had come from it, the two of you had decided to check it out just in case. Besides. Itâd been a slow week anyway.
Starting at the edge of the room, you investigate every inch of space for a source of the energy. There arenât any false walls or trap doors. After cracking open a few crates, you decide there isnât anything of concern. From the other side of the room you see that Jason has come to the same conclusion. You meet back up in the center to discuss your next course of action.
âI found nothing. How about you?â you put your hands on your hips and look up at Jasonâs red helmet.
âI got nothing.â Jason puts his guns back in their holsters. âBut something about this is bothering me. I just canât place my finger on it.â
âWell, we can figure that out when we get back to the cave.â You rub your arms as if fighting off a chill, even though the air is warm. âLetâs go. This place is starting to give me the creeps.â
Jason nods in agreement. You both start walking toward the door. Just before you get to the door, Jason grabs your shoulder and pulls you back.
âWatch out!â He points to a trip line on the floor. You swear the wire wasnât there when you checked the area earlier.
An echoing laughter bounces off the walls and meets your ears, sending a shiver up your spine.
âKlarion,â Jason mutters in your ear. It certainly explains the energy signatures reading from the area, but why is he here? You can feel Jasonâs frustration as he scans the room for the Witch Boy. âWhat do you want, Klarion?â
âI just want to have a little fun. Thatâs all,â a bodiless voice speaks from what sounds like everywhere. A wisp of smoke draws your attention to a large stack of crates, and you focus on the form of Klarion and Teekl.
âWell weâre here to cut the fun times short.â Jason takes his guns out and prepares to fight.
âAwww, come on Red Hood. You used to be so fun, but now youâre just so boring.â Klarion floats above the crates and turns upside down as if heâs having a casual conversation with an old friend. âNever was able to predict how youâd react to a situation.â
âIâve found my reason to fight.â Jason ever so slightly turns his head to you, and the knowledge that heâs referring to you stirs up the butterflies in your stomach.
âHmmm,â Klarion spins right side up and narrows his eyes at you. âYou want to fight? Iâll give you a reason to fight.â He cackles before he starts casting a spell. Jason raises his guns to shoot him before he can do anything, but Klarion is too fast. He sends a cloud of magic directly at you.
You try to move. Really you do. Every fiber of your body is screaming to get out of the way. But your limbs donât listen. You watch helpless as the spell gets closer and closer.
At the last second Jason shoves you out of the way, absorbing the magic in your place. You stare with wide eyes as he hunches over and trembles, attempting to fight off whatever Klarion threw at you.
âJayâRed Hood? Are you okay?â you place a hand on his arm and the tremors immediately stop. He stands straight without saying a word.
âWell isnât this an interesting turn of events?â Klarion giggles.
You would have mouthed off at the Witch Boy were Jason not distracting you. His entire body language is mechanical, and heâs staring directly in front of him as he walks toward you. Ever so slowly, he raises his gun.
âJason, no!â You yell and shove his hand to redirect his aim away from you. It might have worked better had his reflexes not been so quick. While you managed to knock the gun out of his hand, he took advantage of your momentary contact to grab your wrist.
âWhat is wrong with you?!â He doesnât respond. You try to rip your hand away but his grip tightens.
âSay something!â You need to see his face. Thereâs no way you can fully figure out whatâs wrong with him as long as this helmet is on his head. You rip the hood off knowing that he wears a mask underneath for emergency situations. And this definitely qualifies as an emergency situation.
But the sight under the hood makes your blood run cold.
He looks completely normal. Except for the fact that his face is completely blank. Thereâs no life. No charm. He normally has at least a ghost of a smile when he looks at you. But thereâs nothing.
Itâs like heâs turned into a mindless zombie.
You stumble backward in shock.
âWhat have you done to him?!â you ask Klarion, who is floating in the rafters and cackling.
âOh, nothing much. Iâve just taken over his mind for a bit. Thatâs all.â By the tone in Klarionâs voice, itâs apparent that he is having the time of his life. âHeâs going to kill you. The last thing youâre going to see before you die is the face of your partner. Your murderer.â
âYou bastard!â You shoot at Klarion. You spend the next several minutes trying to think of how to stop Klarion and avoiding Jasonâs blows. You donât have any ranged weapons to hit Klarion with, and if you fight Jason you risk hurting him.
But you were never much of a long term fighter, and your energy is dropping with every blow you counter. Jason catches you in a slow moment and throws his elbow down on your shoulder, sending you to the floor with a yelp of pain. While down you manage to hit your emergency alert. You need backup, and you need it fast.
When you roll over to look at Jasonâs painfully blank face, itâs down the barrel of a gun.
âJay,â you whimper. You donât even care that Klarionâs still here. The only way you have a chance of getting him back is by calling him by his name. âJay, baby. Please. Please come back to me. IâI donât care if you kill me, but do it as yourself.â Tears you didnât know were there start welling up in your eyes.
âRemember me. Remember your family. Please let me see that beautiful smile one last time. Please, Jay. I love you.â
Jason doesnât respond. He continues to stare blankly down at you. You expected him to have pulled the trigger by now. He should have if Klarion is controlling him.
Thatâs when you notice that the gun is trembling in Jasonâs usually steady hand.
âNO NO NO!â Klarion whines. âKILL HER!â
You close your eyes to accept your fate.
When the gun goes of you donât feel anything.
You open your eyes to see Jasonâs face twisted in pain, his gun turned back on himself, and a bullet wound bleeding profusely. You hear yourself screaming in terror.
âNot exactly what I had in mind, but I think Iâm content for a while. Ta ta!â Klarion giggles before dissolving into thin air.
Jasonâs gun falls to the ground as he falls to his knees. You reach him in just enough time to break his fall. âJASON!â You go to caress his face when you realize that blood is coating your hand. His blood.
âHey, babe,â he says weakly. âI bet you thought I was going to kill you for a second didnât you.â
âIt was you, Y/N. I was awake the whole time but I couldnât control myself. I kept fighting back, but he was too strong. But you. The thought of losing you was too much to bear.â He coughs a bit and winces at the pain it causes. He leans back into your arms as he breathing grows shallow.
âJason? No, no, no. Jason! You canât leave me! Not yet!â You take the mask off his face, and, much to your relief, he looks up at you. Slowly he raises his hand to pull the mask off your face.
âI couldnât live with myself knowing that I pulled the trigger on your life,â he breathes.
âJason, please, just hold on. Help is on the way.â Youâre crying now, tears dripping down and mixing with the blood on his chest.
âItâs too late for me, Y/N. And you know that.â
âPlease, Jay. You canât leave me. Not again.â
âY/N, I want you to promise me something.â His breathing is labored. He doesnât have much time left.
âPromiseâpromise me that youâll move on. And promise me you wonât use the Pit. Let me stay dead.â
âJason donât talk like thatââ
âFind happiness. All I want from my life is for you to be happy.â
âBut I canât do that without you.â
âNo, Jay, I canât. Thereâs something you need to know.â Youâd been meaning to tell him about this for a couple of weeks, but you couldnât find the words to do it. You take a deep breath to steady your voice. âJason, Iâm pregnant. Youâre going to be a father.â Your tears fall harder on the last word.
Jason stares at you for a second, processing your words. Then his face lights up. âA father.â He says and smiles up at you. âYouâre going to make a wonderful mother, Y/N.â
âJason please donât leave us,â you sob.
âYouâre a strong woman. If anyone can do this itâs you.â He reaches up to brush a tear off your cheek. âIf one of us had to go, Iâm glad itâs me.â His words are growing softer and softer. âI love you, Y/N. I always have, and I alwaysââ
Suddenly his hand drops as the light fades from his eyes.
Somewhere in your mind you hear yourself screaming his name and crying into his chest.
At some point you feel a set of strong arms as Dick carries you out of the warehouse while Bruce takes Jason.
But none of it feels real to you.
How could it when the love of your life and the father of your child is dead.
