Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
Prompts: 16. “N-no! Don’t let me go!”
17. “Stay please stay with me...”
Warnings: angst, near death experiences, the Joker
A/N the angst/suspense is strong in this one. I hope you like it @avengerdragoness ! Also, I might just do a part 2 because i felt like i left some loose ends here, so...be on le lookout for a part 2. Also, sorry for posting this so late. Life gets in the way fr. My requests are still open so please check out the rules for it and ask away!
5 days. That’s how long ago Jason came back to see you and tell you he was in fact, alive. In disbelief and confusion, you yelled at him to leave you alone and began smacking him with a spatula angrily for not telling you right away and showing up out of nowhere. He left, naturally, because he didn’t want to make you angrier with his presence. Since then, you hadn’t showed up to work and shut yourself in your apartment.
Many thoughts swirled inside your head about Jason. Why show up now? After 5 damn years of actually being alive? How did this even happen? What made him think he had the right to show up on your terrace and tell you he loved you and thought about you the whole 5 years he was supposedly “dead”. You weren’t going to cave in that easily; especially since you had worked so hard to create a new life for yourself after his death. His sudden reappearance was going to disrupt the flow of your life, and you didn’t need that.
Your heart had broken the night you found out he died. Shattered into millions of pieces. It took a toll on you, and you isolated yourself to clear your head. Eventually when you came back, you spent time with Mr. Wayne to get out the feelings you had bottled up.
Now here you were, moping around your apartment in your pajamas and crying as if Jason had died a second time.
As you sat in your living room, you realized how what you were doing wasn’t going to help you get over Jason.
“I gotta stop doing this. I gotta get out of here.” You stood up from your couch and went to your bathroom. You took a shower and then put on some nice clothes. Then you dolled yourself up and headed out.
No more moping. Not for you.
As you walked down the streets of Gotham, you felt much better. Jason had completely slipped from your mind as you made your way to a local club.
However, before even reaching the 50-foot radius of the club, you were plucked from the sidewalk into an alley. You didn't have time to fight back as a cloth was placed over your mouth and you were knocked out.
When you woke up, you found yourself most definitely not on the ground anymore. You were high up on a skyscraper somewhere in Gotham, and considering that you just moved to the city and were still learning your way around, you were terrified. Not only that, but you were bound to a chair and precariously hanging off the edge. Just one touch would send you hurtling towards the ground.
Then you heard the laughter. The maniacal cackling. You knew who it was, but you refused to admit it.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA you know I can see why you're so precious to him. You're really somethin’ aren't ya? HAHAHAHAHA!” none other than the Joker himself stepped out of the shadows.
You pulled your lips into a thin line and glowered at him. He was the reason Jason died in the first place. To say you hated the Joker was an understatement. You detested, despised him. You were glad that Harley left him. He didn't deserve her.
“If you're trying to lure Jason in with me, it's not gonna work.” You half lied. Maybe it would, but you told him to leave you alone, but knowing Jason, he probably ignored you and decided to keep a close watch on you.
“I don't know, doesn't look like it,” he chortled.
Sure enough, Jason’s voice rang out in the darkness.
“Get away from her,” he growled. You spotted a man with a red helmet behind the Joker and his goons, guns in hand. Was it Jason? You had heard his voice but didn't see him anywhere.
Before Joker could even make a move, the red-masked man raised one of his guns and shot it at one of Joker’s goons. You let out a yelp in sudden fear. Joker and his crew began taking on the man while you awkwardly sat on the ledge, watching. However, you began attempting to untie and free yourself from the uncomfortable chair, now that the Joker was preoccupied.
“This is fun!” The joker mused as he dodged another one of Red’s bullets.
“It really isn't,” you muttered. You were so close. And then you felt the ropes drop. You were freed. Well, your hands were. You hastily untied the ropes from your legs and stood up.
“So much better,” you breathed.
“Mo! Get rid of her! She did her job, we don't need her anymore,” Joker yelled. Unfortunately, he noticed your self-liberation and decided to take advantage of it.
“Don't touch her!” Red hollered, however it was too late. You suddenly felt yourself being picked up off the roof and then, you were airborne.
Everything felt ten times slower. Or perhaps even frozen. But in reality, you were falling, and falling fast. Fortunately, on your way down, you grabbed onto a flagpole, but your grip was slowly getting worse, and within 2 minutes, you were holding on with one hand.
Jason, or shall we say, Red Hood, stopped what he was doing to save you. He found you hanging onto the flagpole one-handed and jumped down to help you back up.
“HEY!” he yelled to get your attention. You looked up to see who it was. Red. He reached out for your hand.
“Gimme your hand, I’ll help you--AH!” he began saying, but let out a cry of pain as he was shot in the shoulder by, you guessed it, Joker, high above on the roof.
“I can’t...reach!” you strained as you tried reaching for his hand.
“Come on!” he ushered you.
“I can’t!” you repeated. Your arm was giving out and you were ready to let go. Taking initiative, and trying to block out the pain, Jason hastily grabbed your wrist and started pulling you up to a the small platform he was on.
“I got you--AH!” he cried again. Another bullet wound, now in the other shoulder.
“Shit,” he whispered. Now that his other shoulder was bleeding out, holding your wrist was hurting more.
“I can’t hold on much longer!” he shouted.
“N-no! Don’t let me go!” you screamed. Desperate not to let you down, he pulled you up with the remaining strength he had left onto the platform and into his arms.
By now you were crying into his leather jacket, clutching it tightly. He took off his helmet then and there, not caring if you found out his secret identity. He cradled you in his arms, trying to calm you down. Eventually, once you were calm enough, and once the Joker was out of sight, he took you home, landing on your terrace, where you had the heart-wrenching conversation with him 5 days earlier. He was about to set you down when you spoke.
“Stay...please...stay with me…” you croaked. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but he didn’t want to leave you alone as well.
“Jason.” you simply said. His eyes widened in shock. You knew it was him.
Jason opened the french doors to your terrace to go inside your apartment. He couldn’t help but think how nice it was and how it would feel to live in it with you.
“Stay...stay the night, please,” you begged as he set you down on your sofa.
“Yes you can,” you countered. You were right, he didn’t really have anywhere to go the next day.
So he did. He stayed with you. And he never wanted to leave.
