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Broken Promises - A Jason Todd flashfic for @jason-flashfic (100 words)
(Part 1)
“Jason, do you know why we got sent on this mission?” Steph asked, getting more antsy as the storm drew near.
“Because of one too many broken promises. Bruce doesn’t trust me. He won’t keep his word either, and when it looks shit is hitting the fan, he sends me away. You heard that Joker escaped again, right? He doesn’t trust me not to kill him, and I don’t trust him to deal with him.”
“I honestly think your way would solve half of Gotham’s problems.”
“It really would. But let’s land this Batplane and get out of the storm.”
triple drabble written for @jason-flashfic with the prompt pilot.
Rip's gratitude for Jason figuring out how to fix the coffee maker this morning suddenly increases a thousand-fold. He takes a bracing sip before saying, "Please don't tell me you're sabotaging the flight we're about to take."
Jason, unfortunately, does not jump away from the DA40 like a kid who's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He doesn't even look up from where he's tinkering with the engine.
"I've been doing some research," he starts, which is the worst way for a conversation between them to begin. "There are a surprising number of stories, where a student pilot has to land when the nose wheel doesn't come down, or an engine dies, or with their instructor incapacitated…"
Rip narrows his eyes at his mug of coffee, decides it's probably fine, and downs another scalding gulp.
He tunes back in just in time to hear Jason say, "It's in my best interest to practice for adverse conditions."
Rip sighs. "Kid—"
"Not a kid."
"How old are you, again?"
"I pay you to teach me, not for your commentary."
"Ms. Head pays me," Rip corrects.
"To teach me."
"Sure," he concedes dismissively. "And I'm not going to get any of my money if you turn us into a flaming wreck."
That's enough to get Jason to glance up, at least. "If you're any good at your job, we won't have to worry about that."
Rip shakes his head and laughs. "Fix the plane. You can fly broken aircraft once you've stopped porpoising on wet runways."
"That was one time," Jason snaps, but he complies.
Ms. Head talks a big game about her pet project's potential. Rip can believe it. If he doesn't get himself killed first, Jason's got the kind of ambition to bring an empire to its knees.
First time writing a Jason flashfic for @jason-flashfic! The prompt is 'Tightrope' :)
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'Its fine! I'm okay! The rope won't break and you'll save the kid, you won't fail.'
That was all Jason was think as he was walking on a tightrope.
A bloody tightrope over some very dangerous chemicals, with a crying child at the other end.
He couldn't grapple over, the platform too small for him to, he had to fucking walk the goddamn rope to get to them before grappling to somewhere safer.
As he was balancing on the thing as rope that somehow didn't snap with his weight, he got the attention of the child, "Hey," he says calmly and gently, "it's okay, I'm going to save you okay? Just wait a bit and I'll be right there."
The stopped crying, looking up at Red Hood who was performing trick, "See? I'll be right there, this isn't tricky at all, so don't worry okay? Look, I'll give you some candy once I get there, you like that idea?"
The kid nods, wipping their tears away as Red Hood gets closer to them.
'Just a few more steps, just a few more.' Jason chants inside his head.
And then he makes it, just before the platform the kid is on, he crouches down, still keeping balance as he stretches his hands out, "Ready to go back home with me?" He asks softly and the kid slowly moves, hesitation showing on their uncertain face.
"It's okay, once I got you I can grapple us out of here." And the kid nods, now hanging onto Jason.
Once Jason secures the kid in his hold, he grapples out of the place on top on the roof.
He then jumps down onto the ground and slowly places the kid down, "See? Wasn't to hard, now was it?" Jason asks gently in a crouch, holding candy out.
The kid takes the candy, a small smile on their face.
Although the kid wouldn't be able to see it, Jason smiles as well, ruffling the kids hair, "Let's get you back home now, sound good?"
The kid grins as they nod enthusiastic.
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Back at one of Jason's safehouse, he places the gift he got from the kid and their family on his shelf next to his other precious objects.
A smile made its way on his face, he's glad he managed to save the kid, seeing them reunite with their family, the mother and father's tears as they thanked Red Hood and would never forget what he did for them.
This little ficlet is inspired by the @jason-flashfic prompt "History," starring my OC, Erin, and Jason. One day I'll actually go into depth about Erin lmao. But that day is not today.
OC x Canon, Pre-relationship, 474 words.
"We have history, right?"
The question arose one night as Jason and Erin lazed around on the couch in Erin's cheap apartment, fiddling with chopsticks and shoveling takeout into their mouths. Erin looked over at Jason oddly, squinting at him for a second before swallowing the food and putting the take-out box to the side.
"Uh— yeah, sure we do. Why?" they asked, a bit confused.
Jason shrugged his shoulders, and replied, "I mean— we've known each other half our lives. Met before either of us were…" he gestured between them haphazardly, "this."
Erin blinked, following his gesture and furrowing their brow. "I mean, yeah. But—"
"Why did you stay?" He asked suddenly, eyes fixed on the take-out in his hands. "I mean, after I came back. We have completely different ideas about… everything, now. So why did you stay?"
The question hit Erin like a ton of bricks. Why did they stay? Why wouldn't they? But that answer seemed too simple, even in their head. He was right. Erin vehemently disagreed with Jason's form of justice, yet was okay enough with it to stick by his side, even after they tried to kill each other one rainy night, awful night.
So they didn't answer just yet. Jason's fingers twitched on the chopsticks in the silence, clearly anxious about the response, yet unable to look Erin in the face. The question wasn't really like Jason, either. He wasn't exactly forthright about his emotions in casual conversation, no matter how explosively he expressed them.
Erin hummed, leaning back against the couch and crossing their arms as they figured out how to word their answer.
"Because… you're still my best friend. God, that makes me sound like I'm twelve— I mean, because—because, no matter what you've done, no matter what we disagree on, no matter what we've done to each other, you're still somebody who… who…"
Erin trailed off, face down, and Jason blurted, "Who what?" Like the answer was more important than he was letting on. He asked it as though the answer would make or break… something. The something that their relationship turned into. Quiet moments. Stolen glances. Brief brushes of hands, and quiet laughter late at night. Knowing each other's moves before they made it. Something unspoken, that had bloomed into a sort of relationship that meant the other could come to them in their darkest, most vulnerable moments— even if they didn't always want to.
"Who I care about, I guess."
That answer didn't seem to satisfy Jason at all, and, truth be told, it didn't satisfy Erin, either. He just huffed and turned back to his food, stuffing his face full of lo mein.
Someone who I need. That was the answer. But that felt too honest, too real. So Erin just picked up their food and their chopsticks and started eating again.
Piloting - A Jason Todd flashfic for @jason-flashfic (100 words)
Jason found piloting to be calming. It let him relax while taking in the beautiful views. Steph was next to him, offering him snacks and drinks as they flew across the country. Adjusting their course, he reached for his drink and took a sip.
“We should be at our destination in two hours,” Jason said, reaching for some candy.
“There’s a big storm incoming, it should hit half an hour after we land. We might hit the beginnings of it if it moves faster than predicted,” Steph replied as Jason nodded.
“We’ll take precautions. I’ll keep us safe, I promise.”
