CHAPTER 4 OF MY ROSE/JASON FANFIC ANTINOMY IS OUT FINALLYYY and its a BIG one! Sorry it took so long, but hey, I make it up with unexpected Tim Drake in this :)
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“In the flesh!” she replied, holding her hands up with a book in one hand.
“What are you doing here?” He folded his arms, cocked his head. “And why are you reading Frankenstein?”
“Why are you?” she retorted and dropped the book on the couch. She stretched and sat up as if she’d been lying there the whole time, unjolted by his entrance. (She was lame like that.)
He scoffed but did not reply.
“I knew the security was too lax here,” he mumbled and turned around to the windows. He moved around his desk and sat at his glorious bigman-chair.
She stood up with him. “Helps if you can see the patrols,” she tapped her temple. “And can swim pretty well.”
He looked at the mess on his desk and sighed.
“Are you here for something?”
“Is that a nice way to greet an old friend?” she asked, walking as nonchalantly as she could muster, towards his desk. “I’ve come such a long way.”
Please don’t say we aren’t friends. You’re my only friend.
He sighed again but when he didn’t protest, she instantly felt better. She went on with rejuvenated energy.
“I need your help,” she blurted. Take off your helmet, she wanted to say.
“Yeah?”
“I’m here for business.”
“I thought you didn’t do any more business.”
“I don’t. This is a special occasion. And you do business, why not ask you?”
“That’s all I do,” he replied. He has a girlfriend. That’s not all he does.
“I need a date.”
That seemed to throw him. The sun was setting behind him, but the lights of the harbour and the last rays of the day illuminated the room enough. She smiled.
“If you haven’t taken up your mother’s profession, I don’t know how that constitutes business,” he replied finally. Take off the fucking helmet, she wanted to scream.
“I need help with a thing and I need a date. Possibly related, but both are true,” she replied.
“Oh-kay…”
“I need a partner, to help me find someone’s secrets. And I need a date for my brother’s wedding.”
“Ah,” he said and leaned back on his swivel chair. (Prick.) “I heard about Jericho’s engagement. Congratulations.”
“We’ll see,” she smirked and pretended to look through the papers on his desk. H.I.V.E? Were they even active anymore? In one swift motion, he pulled the papers away from her and straightened them out.
“You don’t mean…”
“Look, I need you to help uncover that my brother’s fiance is a bitch and she is up to something. And I haven’t been in Gotham in years, you are like a bigshot crimelord here… You could help me.”
“Rose-”
“No, listen!” she protested. “I know how it sounds, but I know she is up to something! I just need to prove it, before the wedding.”
“Which is… What, this weekend? In two days?” He kept tabs, huh? Was it for her?
“Yep.”
“Why the fuck would I do that?” He sounded exasperated. How tired was he really? “I mean, some of my guys can help look her up bu-”
“Jason.”
A beat. Why the fuck didn’t that mask have trackable eyesight?
“Rose.”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I needed to look her up. I’ve been here the whole day and no one fucking spotted me… She is just so… ordinary.”
He was still watching her. He hadn’t moved. Creepy bastard. Sometimes he did remind her of that batwinged freak.
“No, like, worryingly so,” she reiterated.
“Maybe this is good for Jericho,” he said. “Maybe that’s what he needs.”
Rose sat on the desk where he had removed the papers from. She could almost feel him rolling his eyes.
“You sound like Adaline,” she said with disgust. He just shrugged to that.
“He isn’t normal, Jason. He can’t run from this,” she gestured to his office. “He can’t live pretending, or like, half of what he is.”
He seemed to tense. Had she upset him somehow? He crossed his arms.
“Maybe he’s changed.”
“Maybe he has 7 nipples and likes to anal funnel margharitas but he is fucked in the head nonetheless!” she replied. “How could he not be? He possesses people!” You died and came back to life! This conversation was getting out of hand. She was emoting too much, giving too much. She took in a deep breath and calmed her voice.
“Look, if you just hear me out tonight, I can show you.”
He seemed to consider. He also seemed to enjoy seeing her squirm because he waited a bit too long before speaking.
“So you want me to team up with you to dig up dirt on your brother’s fiance…”
“Etienne,” she completed.
“That, and what then?”
“Come to the wedding with me.”
He was fucking savouring this, she just knew it. He was starting to sound cockier by the minute.
“The Titans will be there,” she cood. She put on her mock-sweet voice and everything. “We might get to fuck it up.”
“You have one night,” he said finally. “And if we don’t find anything, I’m not going to a fucking wedding.”
---Spoilers: He goes.
One more chapter to go!!! Hope you enjoy!
