What the Hell?
Part 1, Jason ToddxFem!Reader
Warnings: guns, running away, violence, swearing
pairings: Jason Todd x Reader, BatFamxBat!Reader
The past few years flew by faster than a cheetah chasing its prey. I know, a weird simile. But honestly, I don’t know how else to describe it. The other day, I was at the manor, secretly helping Tim with a missing persons case, and now I’m at my apartment figuring out how derivatives work. Being 18 is definitely weird, especially with patrol every night, and not speaking with Bruce or Dick… for five months… oops.
Now you may be wondering why I’m not speaking to Bruce and Dick. But here's the Sparknotes version- they pissed me off. I know Bruce has been stalking the hell out of me, and it does bother me. I asked Tim to hack into Bruce’s stalking mumbo jumbo, but Bruce caught him, so there goes that. I understand it’s for safety, and that the old man is worried. What pisses me off even further, though, is that Bruce still tries to get Dick to come speak to me- as if nothing happened. Sure he talks, but that doesn’t mean I'm obliged to respond.
The sound of raindrops is soothing. I left the window slightly ajar, to let the noise seep through my apartment as I did my homework. The scent of vanilla, thanks to the candle Alfred gifted me for my birthday last year, sparks, adding onto the white noise. I look outside my window, wondering how I even ended up in this position- in Gotham. That’s something I’ll never understand, but knowing that I help those in need, it comforts me. A couple weeks ago, five drunk guys were cornering an innocent woman into a dark alleyway. I’m glad I was able to save her, but how many people does this happen to? How many of these situations go unheard of? That’s why I’m here. I want to help those that can’t help themselves.
My phone pulled me out of my thoughts, as a notification turned on the black screen. I clicked on it to see what was happening. *THE RED HOOD BUSTS ANOTHER DRUG TRADE. MORE INFORMATION WILL BE PROVIDED SOON.* I turned my phone back off and stared outside once more. Who was this Red Hood? Why do I feel like I know him? I went back to my homework to finish up the rest of my Calculus worksheet.
Yet again, I was pulled out of my focused trance 15 minutes later, only to see a drenched, six foot giant standing next to my window. Hood. “What the hell,” I muttered under my breath. Why is he in my apartment? I chucked the burning candle at the vigilante as a distraction and made a run for it. I may have learned how to fight, but I need to figure out who this guy is first. Plus, I wasn’t in my uniform yet. I used the fire escape to get away from him. Fuck. The stairs are slippery.
I looked behind me to find out that the Red Hood was catching up to me. My adrenaline spiked once more, and I jumped off the fire escape, hoping to land on something soft or to find someone to latch onto before hitting the group. Thank god, it was the latter. He was still running though. God damn it. Does this guy not get tired? I spotted a metal ground laying in a puddle and grabbed it. “Where are you?!” The Red Hood yelled, searching for me, as I hid behind a pile of trash. Once he turned the opposite way I shouted at him, “Can’t catch me, fucker!”