Some commissioned concept art of Jackie I finished up!
Per request, this is heavily inspired by Andy Poon’s design for Arrow’s suit, which is amazing btw- This was a big challenge, but super fun to try out! :)
God I need to learn how to properly draw fabrics yikes
Summary: Jason’s flashback at how his wife got killed + his own thoughts.
Warnings: Angst, death
Word Count: 1,834
Note: You are Jason’s wife and you daughter’s name is Octavia.
Jason stood at the bar, staring at the mess he made. Blood stains decorated the walls like they were paintings and dead bodies decorated the floor like they were carpets. Unfortunately, most people among the dead were innocents caught in the crossfire. It had to be done.
Jason was tracking down a very important drug dealer. He made a promise upon his wife’s grave that he would kill the man responsible for her death . His wife would not have approved of killing but it was his nature.
He took a bottle of bourbon from the dead bartender’s hand and slide onto a chair that wasn’t filled with a dead body before sipping on the bottle. He pulled out a photo from his pocket and stared at the woman and child as memories started to flood back.
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“Hey Octavia, are you ready for the football game?” Jason walked to the living room to meet his daughter. “Dad just a few more minutes!” The thirteen year old hushed her father as her attention was focused on the cartoon she was watching. He gave a small smile and walked back to the bedroom. His eyebrows furrowed when he saw a sealed package on the side table near the bed. Before he could open it, his wife walked into the room. With a swift action he threw the package under the bed.
“Aren’t you suppose to get ready?” You asked your husband who was standing in front of you with just his tank top and boxers on. “Oh, yeah.. Don’t worry.” He gave a small smile before walking to the closet to take out his clothes. The usual black shirt with black pants and a red leather jacket. You slide onto the bed as you watched your husband dress up however you felt curiosity taking over you as you saw a something strange on Jason’s thigh. “Honey, what’s that?” you pointed to this thigh. “Um, my gun..” He mumbled. “You are not bringing that to the game. You promised me that the gun was used as house protection.” You stood on your feet with your arms crossed. “Fine.” he took out his gun holster then punched in the numbers of the safe box before throwing the gun in and locking it. “Happy?” he threw his hands up in frustration.
You rolled your eyes in response to your hot-tempered husband. “I am gonna check on Octavia.” You simply said before exiting the bedroom. Jason peeked out to see if you were gone before proceeding to retrieve the package he threw under the bed earlier. It was not his place to open the package but he did it anyways. He always had a suspicion on his wife ever since they got back together. To his dismay he saw packets of drugs in the package. “damn it, Y/N” he mumbled in frustration.
“Y/N come over here i have to speak with you.” Jay called out. “Go take your jacket let me see what your father wants.” you told Octavia. You were never as close to her as Jason was. Well, it was your fault anyways. You walked into the bedroom “yeah?” you asked. “What the fuck are these?” Jason tried to control his anger but you could see him shake lightly. “You don’t have the permission to open that!” you defended yourself. “I-what?” he scoffed “i trusted you. When did you start falling off the rails huh?” Jason clenched the packet of drugs in his hands. You were sure if he didn’t control his anger he might swing a punch to the wall. “I-I don’t know.” you whispered, looking down in shame.
“Look at me.” he cupped your face with his free right hand “i did not bring Octavia back just so that she can see her mother fall of the rails again. You hear me?” he said through gritted teeth. “Daddy” you heard a small voice. You shoved Jason away and looked away from him. “Hey sweetie-” Jason was interrupted by his daughter “were you and mommy fighting?” she asked with a small pout. “No, no. We were not. We were just talking.” Jason forced a smile “go on, put on your shoes. Daddy will be right behind you.” he gently planted a kiss on her head. “Alright!” she skipped off to did what her father told.
Jay turned to face you. Disapproval and anger painted his face. “Either the drugs are out of the house or you are.” He gave a stern command before walking off to bring his daughter to the football game. You sank to the floor crying. This was your fault. You fucked up… again. The first time, Jason left you in rehab and took Octavia away from you. It’s been 10 years since you lived together with your husband and daughter. These past 3 years were a blessing, you lived as a family. Fortunately during the 10 years Jason allowed you to visit your daughter but nothing more than that. Within 3 years you managed to earn his trust but now you knew you broke it just because you couldn’t control your thirst for a stupid drug.
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“Was it a mistaken that I took her back into my life buddy?” Jason was talking to the deadman across the seat “I mean, I wanted Octavia to grow up with her mom that was why I decided to patch things up and she was showing improvements. I was so stupid to not see the signs that she was falling back to her old habits.” Jason gulped down on bourbon. “Maybe if i wasn’t so blind I would still have Octavia.” He bit his lips as tears fell from his eyes “I would still have her.” he couldn’t help but breakdown. It didn’t affect his ego much as he was sobbing in a bar full of deadman.
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“Did you like the game, sweetie?” Jason asked his daughter whom he was carrying since she was too tired to walk. “Yeah! It was awesome!” she giggled. Jason smiled and kissed her cheek before setting her down. He pulled the keys out from his pocket and unlocked the door. He walked in, holding Octativa’s hand but stopped in his tracks as he saw the broken glasses and the chairs turned upside down. Someone had broken in. Jason heard a scream and quickly ran towards the voice. A man was holding a gun towards his wife’s head. “Octative, go to your room sweetie. Daddy will be right back.” He called out and she did just that without questioning.
“Hey, why don’t you put down the gun and we can talk about this.” Jason said slowly as he raised his hands up in surrender mood. You were shaking and tears were rolling down your face. You were in fear. “No! This bitch owes me money!” The guy with a gun yelled as he forced the tip of the gun closer to your head. You tried to escape the man but his grip on you was so tight, you knew you already had bruises. “Alright, alright. I will pay you. The safe box is right in the closet. I will go get it.” Jason slowly walked towards the closet and punched the numbers to the safebox. He pulled out the gun from the safebox and quickly aimed at the guy, shooting at his arm. The guy groaned in pain and let you go. You coughed then gasped for air as you was released from his grip. You fell to the floor and stayed down so that you will not get caught in the crossfire.
The guy attempted to shoot Jason but missed as Jay dodged the bullet. Jason pulled the trigger sending, another bullet to the guy’s leg. The guy dropped to his knees but before he passed out he managed to pull the trigger once again as his body fell to the ground. The bullet went flying straight to your chest. You gasped and held on to dear life. “Y/N!” Jason dropped to his knees and took you in his arms “H-hey, stay with me alright.” He said in desperation. He felt his world turning upside down. How could he not protect his own wife? “This is all my fault.” He shook his head in disbelief. “H-hey.. Shh, you did the best to save me.” you gently placed a hand on his cheek, your voice cracking as you spoke. “At least..” You caught your breath. You knew you were at your last straw. At least you got to see your husband’s face before you left. You deserved this. He was a loving man but you were too obsessed with drugs to see his worth. “You won’t have a drug addict wife to look after..” You gave him a small smile before shutting your eyes, you hand sliding down his face as it hits the floor with a thud. “No, no, no!” Jason shook your body as tears flooded his eyes. “C’mon, wake up. I told you to stay with me!” At this point he was shouting at your lifeless body. “You were never a burden.” he kissed your head before he rest his forehead against yours as tears rolled down his cheeks. Your last words felt like a sting to his heart. He didn’t know he made you feel that way. A burden.
“Daddy? Are you alright?” a small voice creeped to the room. She can’t see this. Jason gently rest your body down and stood up. He felt his legs were too weak to move but he summon all the energy he could. “Hey sweetie.” He greeted his daughter with tears rolling down his cheeks. He gently carried her and hid the horrific scene away from her sight “Is mommy alright?” she asked. He felt his heart clenched when she asked that. What was he going to say? “Y-yes,” he held back the sob, his eyes stinging as he pushed back the feeling down his burning throat “s-she’s just asleep.” he lied.
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“They took her away from me. I was not in the right state of mind to raise her.” His words were full of hurt. “But i will get her back, buddy. I still remember how she begged for me to fight for her as they took her away but all i did was face my back to her.” He shook his head. “She doesn’t deserve a father like me. I am a monster.” he looked around at the dead bodies. “Maybe everything will change when i kill your boss.” He pats the dead man’s shoulder then frowned slight as he heard his phone ring. ‘Shipment @ 12am near the docks.’ the message read. “Looks like I will be on my way. Nice chat.” he placed the bottle of bourbon down and exited the bar, shoving the picture down his pocket.
This is why I use guns. It could save a life. Maybe I would be back home with my wife and daughter having dinner together.
My first angst ever. Please do leave feedback. <3 I know it’s a bit of a rush.
