Had this idea about the reader from Undoing Fate leaving the batcave after the latest chapter (8-4) only to hit up her favorite bar from before she regressed so she could drink down the pain or smth and since technically she died before she turned 21 she’d already know how to make a good fake ID.
Anyways, batsis enters the bar and is too pissed off to notice Jason, Roy, Artemis, and Bizarro eyeing her to see what she’ll do.
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“ OMG it’s [ Name ]. Jason, don’t look now—” He’s already whipped his head around and is seething.
“ What. Does. She. Think. She’s. Doing.” Jason’s mouth tastes metallic.
Roy turns to Jason and says, “ Look, we know how careful [ Name ] is. She’s not going to do anything reckless for sure, she’s probably just here to order the baked potatoes or something.”
Before anyone can say anything batsis has already ordered her first shot and is downing it. Jason’s face goes white. They sit there and watch her swallow shot after shot in awe.
“ I think she’s okay.” Bizzaro says.
Jason’s put his Red Hood on ( gotta intimidate yk ) and is striding towards her. “ [ Name ], seriously, what do you think you’re doing out here getting shitfaced—
“ Whothefuck’r yew?”
Of course she doesn’t remember anything. He thinks. Just his luck.
He asks her if she’s been here and done this before and she smirks and goes, “ Yeah, something like that. It’s been a couple years now.” Jason can feel something grabbing at his chest as he continues to push, “ What do you mean by that? How many years? [ NAME ] DON’T FALL ASLEEP ON ME NOW HOW MANY—
“ I like this song. It’s my favorite. Frank Ocean always gets me you know”
Bad religion is playing in the background. Frank Ocean’s singing about unrequited love.
He rolls his eyes. He’s forgotten how emo 16 year olds are. Then again, if she’s this much of a heavy drinker…
“ What? You’ve got a one-sided crush or something? Whoaa whoa what’s wrong why’re you crying now? *whisper God help me why is she crying”
Hot teary globs are now rolling down [Name]’s face. She’s pathetically trying to stop them and failing miserably.
Jason’s at a loss for words. He orders some of those potatoes before wiping her eyes with a paper towel.
[Name]’s voice cracks through her sobs, “I wish, it’s my brother. He doesn’t love me anymore, he never did.” Her sobs grow quieter and her words start slurring, “ I already lost him once, but it turns out I never even knew him. He doesn’t want to talk to me anymore, he thinks I’m too clingy and weak. He hates me.”
Jason’s face softens, “ What- no I’m sure that’s not it.”
“ I mean come on! He’s forgiven everyone but me. He’s all buddy buddy with Bruce and Cass and Tim but nope! No, not me. Never. He never loved me. I guess he’s just being honest now.” Her voice winds down to a whisper at that last part. Her eyes flicker shut before she grabs her stomach.
The potatoes arrive and Jason pays the bill before promptly shoving some into [Name]’s mouth, “ Nononono, no sleeping on an empty stomach [Name]. Not when you’ve just had like 6 shots.” He turns to his mess of a younger sister, her face streaked with tears and her skin looking as sunken and ashy as ever. He reachesfor her hand to guide it to the plate in front of her and stops when he sees her bruised knuckles. They’ve been scratched from what looked like pavement and pink from what he knows was the punch she threw at him this morning. He slowly feeds her until the plate is empty before waving goodbye to his friends.
[Name] sure as hell hugs him tight on his motorcycle. Jesus, do all drunk teens latch on this… aggressively? The cold air blows through her hair, he catches her mumbling something about an orphanage. Some kid named Elliot. He stops just feet away from the entrance of the manor and sneaks her in through her bedroom window. Poor thing can’t even find her blanket on her own.
Jason sits there at the foot of her bed, listening to her sleep and looking around her bedroom. She’d decorated it with movie posters, mangas, and superhero comics. He smirks as he leafs through the spines on the bookshelf : Invincible, Daredevil, Spider-Man, Miraculous Ladybug (….?), but what catches his eye is the collection of Sanrio plushies on the last row. Well, that’s what he thinks they were anyways. He picks one up only to end up holding a hand-stitched toy of himself, except that he looks circular. He feels he’s never been so insulted when he turns it over and finds big ugly writing in sharpie that reads, ‘Fatson Todd’.
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I’m craving Irish Pub Potatoes while writing this ngl. So [Name] is too. Batsis is me, I am her, we are one.
I might actually rewrite this once I do more research but right now all I can think about are those potatoes. Lmk what you think!
Feedback appreciated!
