𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Red Hood always ruins your plans, tonight is no different.
Jason Todd X fem!reader
Warnings! Mentions of Guns, minor wound, small amounts of cussing.
You carefully raise the window before stepping in, not a soul in the building, except the sleeping security guard on the first level.
Once inside you click on your flashlight examining the room.
It took you weeks to track down where the ‘Solspire Diamond’, and it lead you here.
‘Harrowgate Industries’
The room itself is none other than Elias Harrowgate’s, the CEO.
The guy is a total douche.
You cringe when your flashlight hits the deers head mounted above his self portrait.
Painted of course.
You roll your eyes, beginning to walk over to the painting.
You run your hands over the frame.
A button.
You smile.
You press it and the portrait opens like a cabinet, revealing
Money
Files
Gold bars— god Douchebag, does he think he’s a Bond villain.
There in the center, is the ‘Solspire Diamond’.
You reach for it.
Before you hear this agitating—grating voice.
“You know, you should be stealthier when breaking and entering.”
You sigh.
Red Hood.
You bow your head before turning your back to the diamond and facing him.
“Are you obsessed with me, Hood?” You ask
He scoffs before crossing his arms, eyes squinting at you behind the domino mask.
“Please, me? Obsessed with you? Not a chance rookie.”
Your temper rises at the nickname. He’s used the last three times he’s caught you.
He knows it gets under your skin— probably why he continues to say it.
“Just-just— what do you want?!” You snap in a hushed whisper.
He smirks.
Asshole.
He always does this.
You go to actually make a difference in Gotham and this guy comes along
Guns blazing
Literally
Ruins everything.
“Can’t a guy check on his favorite sidekick?”
“Sidekick? Excuse me-“ you start, gearing up to rip this guy a new one.
You don’t see how his head angles slightly towards the door, or how the door handle turns.
All you see is this man walking up towards you before bringing you and him down to the floor.
You’re just about to explode when the door opens and you freeze under him.
You hear footsteps walking inside the room. Luckily the dark and the desk obscure anyone’s view.
You close your eyes willing whoever it is to leave, hoping to keep your livelihood and dignity intact.
“Must have been those damn mice again— Tch.”
The footsteps recede and the door closes.
“Get off of me.” You spit out.
He smiles again
“Just trying to help you out….rookie”
You shove his shoulder and stand up from under him.
He huffs out a chuckle before standing.
You walk over to the portrait again and pluck the diamond from its holder.
Now,
You didn’t take into account that there was a pressure sensor.
Red lights blare, casting the room in an ugly glow.
When you turn you see Red Hood laughing.
Actually laughing.
You groan.
“It’s not funny, Hood!” You snap before pocketing the diamond.
He doubles over.
“Rookie- rookie mistake.” He wheezes out.
You hastily walk back to the other side of the room— intentionally bumping his shoulder, to get back to the window you came in from.
That is until the door opens.
Shit
“Shit” he says aloud. Laughter dying out as he starts assessing the room.
Five security guards stand at the door, guns held steady, aimed at the two of you.
Red Hood moves quickly.
It happens fast.
Gun shots snap throughout the room.
Grunts and yells can be heard.
During the chaos you don’t realize you’ve been hit.
Really a graze but your shoulder is bleeding enough to be noticeable.
Once the ‘Fight’—if you could even call it that, is over, Red Hood places his weapons in his holders.
The red alarm light blares again briefly showing you the once steady and aimed guards are now crumpled to the floor.
None dead as far as you can tell.
Thank god.
“Was that really necessary?” You ask as he saunters over smile plastered on his dumb face.
He grabs his helmet he placed on the table earlier.
“Yes, it was.” He replies matter-of-factly.
You roll your eyes before you hop out the window, scurrying down the fire escape as it rattles.
The cool air hits you, making you finally notice the hit from earlier.
It stings
Burns almost.
But you keep moving.
You assume Red Hood ran off on his own to get them off his trail.
You attempt to do the same.
Running through alley ways in the city, trying to lose the men chasing you shouting at each other to speed up.
Just when you think you’re about to make a turn that would lose them, you’re met with a fence.
For construction.
You turn looking for a way out but they close in around you, smiling while believing they’ve won.
Your heart drops as your back hits the fence.
This is it.
“Give us the diamond, and we won’t hurt you— much.” One the men sneer at you.
“Yeah, if you value those fingers, you’ll hand it over.” another spits.
The men stalk closer.
You close your eyes hearing up for you impending doom.
But it never comes.
You peak an eye open.
You’re met with brown leather, red hoods jacket.
You let out a breath.
You wish you hadn’t, you didn’t need him.
“You good, rookie?” He asks
You nod before realizing he can’t see you “yes- yeah.” You respond aloud.
You notice his accent, Crime Alley adjacent.
You see his head tilt as he raises his gun at the men.
“You hurt her?” He asks though you’re sure he already knows the answer having noticed you’re bleeding.
“W-we-“ the man begins
“You what?” Jason asks, he says it with humor in his voice, but there’s a current of intimidation gliding beneath his words.
He cocks his gun
Smiles
“Go on, speak.”
Your eyes go wide at the threat.
Before anyone was hurt, it seems as though the men know better and run off back to their building taking their losses.
Red Hood undocks his gin before holstering it. You see his shoulders relax before he turns to you.
His eyes immediately snap to your wound.
“You’re hurt.” He says concern flashing through his eyes.
You need sleep- concern? Come on.
“It’s just a scratch-“ you begin, as you look at the actual wound.
It’s not the worst but it’s not truly ‘just a scratch.’
Red Hood huffs ,annoyed but he resides.
“Thanks though— for saving me or whatever.” You say.
That gets a laugh out of him.
“Or whatever?” He says with an incredulous smile, “I saved your life Rookie, more than once if I recall.”
You chuckle
Which in front of him you don’t do often.
It hits him.
A soft smile hits his lips.
“Why do you look like that?” You ask
“Like what?” He says confusion lacing his voice.
“You’re grimacing.”
He chokes out a surprised sound.
“Grimacing?!”
You laugh before walking ahead of him, shaking your head, tension leaving you.
You turn around walking backwards while facing him.
You toss him the diamond.
“Do the right thing for me, Hood?” You ask.
He softens.
“Sure thing, Rookie.” He gets out.
As you walk off you heart beats a little lighter at the thought of the next time you’ll see him.
Little do you know as does his.
