Glitter Dresses and Dirty Red Hoodie. pt 3
I’m not sure if it’s writer’s block of just all the insanity that has been happening to me this year. (Quick recap) I’m pregnant, my husband is starting a job in another state and we are trying to figure out how to make that work while also keeping my job. And I also at some point need to start working on my second novel.
Then someone commented on this story and I re-read it and decided what do I have to lose if I try and write another part? I have it in my head (in fact it’s based on a dream I had when I was writing this story to begin with) but I think my anxiety of it not being as good as I picture kept me from writing it,
But my whole life is so crazy i’m at a total FUCK IT point.
Summary: She was a princess in her tower and he was the thief of her heart
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
Notes: This was kind of hard because I have never done a Virgin!Jason Todd. And he wouldn’t shut up and keep trying to tell the Reader all these romantic words. I honestly think pre-dead Jason was like hella romantic and probably loved a little too hard. Just had that need to be loved.
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The lights flashed around her, like lighting from a storm followed by the screaming of her name like the rolling of thunder. Everyone wanted her and her fellow celebrity friends to turn and acknowledge them. To look at them. To flash them their perfect smiles as they walked into Hollywood’s most popular club.
“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N” Chanting her name like a prayer. Just look at us, just give us a bit more of yourself.
“They are in rare form tonight” her friend and fellow international model whispered as they escaped the frenzy of the crowd outside to the uncaring predators inside.
Like the screaming banshees outside everyone in the rainbow colored club was there for one thing and one thing only.
They may not scream and yell or flash a camera in your face but each and everyone was there to try to find that one person that could help them in their next step toward fame.
It was a different kind of hunt as the men walked through the dance floor watching the women dance like sirens becoming only those who they could feed off. It was the never ending dance of this city. One she knew all too well.
One she had done for years.
“Look at me now dad” she said bitterly, lifting up a glass of champagne to the crowd. She had made it. Clawed her way up the mountain of other models to become who she was today. One of the casting directors years ago, the one who had given her her first break had commented on her uncaring attitude.
“Why do I get the feeling you don’t care about this?”
“It’s not that I don't’ care, it’s that I have nothing to lose”
He had laughed and gave her the shot of a lifetime. She had worked her ass off, poured herself into her career of becoming the prettiest person in the world. The most wanted, the most desired. But with each show, with each magazine cover it meant nothing to her.
Because she had already lost everything.
Young love is something everyone has gone through one way or another. That first burning love that consumed you like a fire. Burning you like a Phoenix until you become someone totally new.
He was the only one who took her from her ivory tower and showed her a world beyond the glittery prison her father had trapped her in. He showed her that a princess can do more than just sit and wait to be saved.
A lesson she didn’t really understand she knew until it was too late.
Until his body was being buried in the ground and her heart along with it.
She had never talked to Bruce Wayne before. Growing up as nothing more than a pretty doll for her father to parade out at every party. More of an ornament than a human, she was never allowed to speak to any of her elders. .
But that day, dressed in black feeling as if she was about to die along with the boy who had taken her heart, Bruce Wayne placed a hand on her shoulder.
“I know he was important to you, I’m sorry.” he said in a soft voice. “You were important to him too.”
It was meant to be comforting but it didn’t help. Because she knew that. She knew that nothing else in the world mattered but them.
And now there was no more them.
Days rolled into months into years. Each ticking second on a clock just felt like another bubble floating away from her as she drowned in the never ending sadness she felt like consumed her entire body.
It felt like everyone else had found their island while she was stuck in the depths of the sea unable to do anything but keep swimming in the deep blue abyss.
She wasn’t sure when it happened but her beautiful world of glitter and comfort suddenly felt like it was choking her. Like an anchor around her neck pulling her deeper and deeper away from something. Something she didn’t realize she needed until that moment she caught her father.
Caught him in just how he had built his kingdom.
For all his love of beauty and art, this world he had built was on nothing but bloodshed and the crimes of others.
No water in the world could wash off the blood that had stained her name. No soap could cleanse her of the horrors of what her father had done.
Because he was the reason that children like Jason lived the way they did while children like her got to lie safely in their beds.
So she left. Went as far as she could and never looked back.
Some nights, like tonight, as she stood at the bar watching all the glittery people around her she wondered if it was all worth it. If all the fighting to become her own person was worth it.
Because no matter how hard she fought to become her own person she was still standing alone in a crowded room of beautiful people.
“You look board princess.“ His voice was gruff as the callused hand laid gently across the arch of her backless dress. His touch just low enough to show his intentions without making her uncomfortable.
“Don’t,” she said automidcatly. Her voice was sharp, cutting like a razor as she turned to the man, “call me princess.”
His face was painted like many of the other party goers. The half black and red that gave him almost a vigilante feel that was unfamiliar to Los Angeles. There was no good or bad people here, only selfish ones.
His strong features sent a sense of familiarity in her. One she saw in so many men before him. Glimmers of him where everywhere. Sometimes in the light of day but more often than not in the dark of night.
Those moments when she felt the most vulnerable and desperate to see him again. Hear him again. To taste him.
But the rational side of her brain reminded her that no matter how badly her heart wanted it…
Jason Todd was dead and would never be coming back.
“So then what should I call you?” he asked, a playful smile on his face as he leaned forward. His warm breath tickling her ear as his deep voice carried over the loud music that pulsed around them.
“I’m a diamond, one you can’t afford.” she said, one that was hard, unbreakable, one that had gotten it’s shine under years of the pressure of sadness.
“I don’t need to be able to afford you.” he said, that playful smile deepening. His beautiful eyes glittering in the lights of the club. “I just steal what I want.”
His words hit her like ice water. Freezing her over pulling her back down into the abyss she had worked so hard to try and swim away from. That deep deep ocean of nothing that could just swallow her up.
Because only Jason Todd always teased her that only he knew how to steal her.
And he had, he had stolen her heart and taken it with him to his grave
Pulling away from the man she shook her head before moving away. Running. Fleeing that constant dread that sat just below the service of her beautifully created life.
That she could never be happy again.
That she could never find love again.
It felt like she was in a dream as she pushed her way across the club. Her heart pounding in her chest so hard she could barely breathe. The huge warehouse-like club seemed to suddenly feel like it was closing in on her. Crashing around her in lights, sounds, and bodies.
As she pushed the doors open to the club her sight was assaulted by flashing lights and yelling. The summer California air felt just oppressive as the clubs. She couldn’t breath. She couldn’t think. All she could do was cover her face with her arm unable to do anything. Unable to feel anything but pure panic.
“Here,” A strong hand grabbed hers, pulling her away toward a car. Pushing her inside to the passenger’s side. She didn’t even question it. She couldn’t even think.
This had to be some nightmare.
The engine roared into the night as the car sped off and only when they were a few blocks away did she realize what had happened.
She had just gotten into the car of the stranger she had been talking to.
As she turned to him a strange calm washed over her. Her gaze studied his face as he drove. So focused on the road as he sped through traffic.
At the sound of her voice he turned. Eye so clear and sobering that it sent yet another wave crashing over her. But she stood her ground. She would not let this happen. She would not lose control.
He did as she said, pulling into a small parking lot. The yellow fluorescent lights casting harsh lights and shadows on them both.
Slowly, as if she was going to attack him he handed her a small white tissue from the center console. It wasn’t until she was looking down at the paper in his hand that she realized she had been crying.
Taking it from him she slowly took a look at herself in the mirror to see the black streaks that ran down her face.
“Let me take you home” he whispered as she fixed her face, putting back the pieces of the shattered mask that held her together. “I promise that’s all I will do.”
She studied him then. Really took him in. The dark hair, strong jaw, and piercing eyes. He reminded her so much of Jason it almost hurt to look at. It made her want to run toward him and away.
“Ok” she finally relented, “My apartment isn’t too far from here.”
They drove in silence as the city lights flashed by them. Liken fallen stars they seemed to glitter one moment before disappearing behind her the next.
Once they had pulled into the garage he fidgeted with the steering wheel unsure what to do next.
She sat next to him unsure as well.
Part of her wanted to leave this whole night behind her. But part of her, part of her wanted to be with this man. This man who looked so much like her own fallen star. As if maybe he could give her a glimpse of what it would have been like if Jason had made it. Had survived.
“Would you like a glass of water?” she finally said. He turned looking at her. Searching her face, studying her. In that moment it almost hurt to look at him. The vulnerability, almost childlike, reminding her so much of Jason and yet nothing like him. Jason had always been the picture of confidence to her, someone who could do the impossible if he put his mind to it.
“That sounds nice,” he whispered, nodding.
The trip up to her floor was a silent one. Both of them lost in their own thoughts. Lost in their own pasts that seemed to haunt them both as they ascended toward an unknown moment that lay before them.
Her apartment was just like the rest of her life. Carefully crafted to perfection. Everything was built by her hard work and only her hard work. He looked around, it was like stepping into her brain. Everything was set up and yet there was a slight sense of unorganization to it all.
His fingers danced over the large bookshelf in the living room that overlooked the city. Adorned with awards, pictures and books. His journey suddenly halted at the sight of a small worn red covered book. The paper cover slightly frade, it’s spine taped back together.
Slowly, as if in a trance he pulled it from the shelf reverently cracking it open. The pages worn, each word so familiar to him.
It was the book he had been reading to her during that night under the stars.
That one where he had finally given her every piece of himself.
Sometimes he had wondered if it meant the same thing to her as it meant to him. As he watched her become the one thing he had always seen her as. A treasure.
The world seemed to bow at her feet, and how could it not? She was like an angel that had stepped out of heaven to grace this dirty awful world with her beauty. She was right, she was so much more than a Princess, she was a diamond.
He felt her presence in the room the moment she entered. How could he not, she seemed to glow no matter where she was. No matter what she did.
“You know,” he chuckled, putting the book back, turning to take her in. “Of all the people I reunited with since my death, your reaction was the only one that was nothing like how I pictured.”
It was like the veil was pulled back. Like all the denial he had watched her pull around her shatter.
I know it kind of ends in a cliffhanger but I honestly don’t know what would happen next except they reunite and probably try dating again.
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