Jason Todd x Reader| The Antidote| Curran Walters

Chaper 2~ Bruce Wayne?

We both looked at the sound of the voice. Oh. No.

"Bruce Wayne?" says the boy. Quickly a cover story came into my head.

"Mr. Wayne, a pleasure to meet you. I was just walking by to get something from my car when I saw this hooligan.." I looked right at the boy and I made sure to say hooligan real loud. "...trying to steal yours. I tried to stop him but, he doesn't have good manners. So sorry to cause you trouble. I'd better leave."  I start to walk away and Bruce stopped me.

"I don't think so Y/N," Bruce says.

"You know my name?" I say shell shocked.

"Oh, I know quite a lot about you. Put in foster care at birth, ran away at 7, caught again and again, until one day mysteriously the house you were in set on fire and have been on the run since." I grimaced at what he was saying. The past should stay where it belongs. In the past. I wrapped my hand up in a fist angrily.

"Hey! You don't know squat shit about me. And you'd better let me leave. Or that fire isn't gonna be so mysterious anymore."

"By all means go ahead but, I'd thought at least you would want to hear me out. Both of you." Bruce says unfazed by my threat.

"Him?"

"Her?" We both said simultaneously and glare at each other.

"Yes, I know all about you too Jason." I guess now I know his name. Suits him. Bruce keeps on going. "Your father is dead, your mother is an addict. You've been in juvie and foster care as well and been living in a high school theater. You two have quite a lot in common."

"Hm. You did your research. But, I didn't burn down anything so, we can't have THAT much in common." Jason replies.

"That's not what happened and you'd better keep your mouth shut," I say walking over to him standing real close in his face so he knew I wasn't one to mess with. "You and I have nothing really in common except for the fact that life has been shitty and it's like that for everyone. You're a nobody same as everyone else." I turn towards Bruce. "So, if you were gonna do the whole 'you guys should be friends' it's not gonna work. We done here? Because both of you just lost me lots of money and I have to get it back."

Bruce stayed silent.

"No?" I clarified. "Good." I walk away this time and nobody stops me. "Not nice to meet you," I say as I walk away back into the gala. I was not in a good mood but I had to finish this grab anyways. I head to another parking structure hoping there was another car even remotely worth as much as the Bruce's. I saw another red shiny car which looked about the same model. "Thank the lord." I silently said. I put my car hacker (of my design) on the door and I heard a silent click. "Score." I open the car and sit down to feel the leather. "Not bad at all." The interior was very high class. "This'll do."

"Sure will." Someone speaks and the door opens. I know that voice. Jason. I look to my right and he already sat down in the passenger's seat.

"No way. Get out."

"Listen, I'll leave, I just want to talk."

"Then talk and go."

"Fine, fine. Didn't you find it weird that he knows all the stuff about us? I mean you don't do that kind of research on two homeless kids if you don't have a reason." I thought about it for a second. Jason's voice seemed more serious and no more cockiness.

"You're right. It was odd but, I'm sure it was nothing that important I mean like you said we're two homeless kids. Nothing special about us." We both sat there for a minute in comfortable silence thinking about what happened.

"Yeah, you're right. I guess I'll leave you to it then." He starts to get out of the car but something at the last moment stopped me from letting him go.

"Hey wait." I put my hand on his arm. "Don't leave."

"What? Why? Thought you wanted me to 'talk and go'." At the last three words, he imitates me. I laugh.

"Yeah well, I changed my mind. I don't know why but, I did. So, stay." He contemplated for a second before sitting in the seat.

"I knew you liked me." He replied all cocky.

"Yeah, whatever," I said as I rolled my eyes. I put my car hacker on the dashboard and the engine roared to life. Then when I was about the press the gas the car started moving. "Is this you?" I asked Jason.

"No, I thought it was you!"

"How can it? My foot isn't on the pedal."

"Welcome everyone. Just lay back and enjoy the ride." And English sounding man said.

"Who the hell are you?" Jason and I said in unison.

"Alfred."