Crimson

Jason

My eyes feel as if they are glued shut and I haven't opened them in years.
I begin to pry them opened and notice I'm surrounded by bright blinding light, my instincts reach for the blanket at my side but I stop mid motion and feel a pain like death. I fall back on to the bed and nestle my head into the soft pillows, the bed feels like soft feathers on my back and it makes the pain fade away.
My eyes bulge out of head and I sit up with a creepy shock flowing through my body.
Whose bed was I in!!
Cause It surely wasn't mine, I sleep on a couch for Christ sake.
I look around the room and notice a glass case next to the bed filled with guns and a sharp jagged dagger. I move the warm black quilt off my legs and slide them slowly to the edge of the bed. My bare feet touch the carpeted floor and my toes begging to spread wide and burry them selfs in it. I stand up and try to stretch but my pain returns and makes me let out a couple painful breathes. I grip my side where the pain is coming, and remember why I felt this way.
My mind raced for I couldn't remember anything after getting on Jason's motorcycle.
Had I passed out, how awkward had Jason felt with me dead asleep on his bike!
Was I in his house!
I rushed around the room and began searching for any proof that this was indeed Jason's room. I rushed to a sleek dresser in the corner of the room and began frantically ripping through each clothes filled drawer and found mainly boxers and some pajama bottoms. I throw the drawers back into place and stormed around the room. I looked at a door across the room and decided to investigate. I pushed the white wooden door out of my way and
Walked into what seemed to be a bathroom. I rubbed my fingers against the cold tile wall searching for some type of light switch. After a minute or two I finally grazed over it, the light revealed a white shower/bath and a toilet by its side. I looked strait ahead and noticed the mirror on the wall, I was in a ruffer condition then I had thought. I moved my tangled hair out of my face and behind me ear, revealing a black bruise on my forehead. probably from me hitting the concrete before Jason caught me. I gaze down at my wound and see the bandages more clearly now. I get uncomfortable when I see that the Bandages are not only wrapped under my lungs but are completely covering my breasts.
I was also wearing pajama pants that were to long and looked like they would fit a boy and not a girl my size. I was getting more uncomfortable with the fact that Jason most likely saw my boobs so I decided to go find him.
I pushed my hair back over my face to cover my bruise and began to pat down my hair. I sped out of the bathroom and went back over to the glass case by the bed, when I opened it up I reached for one of the hand guns and loaded it with nice silvery bullets.
I held the gun out in front of me ever sense I left the bedroom. turning each hallway corner sharply making sure that if Jason was here I would see him first and not the other way around. the hall way connected to the bedroom was lightless and short but it lead out to a long narrow catwalk completely exposed and light up to the full extent. I looked up to see that the ceiling was completely made up of different types of pipping, just now realizing that it was a warehouse and it was pretty big for a regular hideout. I looked over the railing to see a large ground floor beneath me. there was a small kitchen in the corner and a little living room type thingy next to it. I looked over to the other side of the railing and saw a makeshift garage. There was a big long car that was glimmering red in the bright light and Right there next to the car was Jason motorcycle on which he had road me hear on. it gave me a weird feeling when I saw it but I shock it off and kept exploring the house from the catwalk. beside the garage was a high tech computer system that took up a huge space, there had to be over 15 screens mounted onto the wall each one with different set of codes or pictures.
I walked to the very end of the catwalk and begin to descend down a set of spiral stairs. my whole body stops when I see Jason.
I put my gun back out in front of me and begging to slowly walk his way making sure I make no sound what so ever. He's not wearing a shirt which revels his muscles to me in an awkward way. he is how ever wearing pajama bottoms that look exactly like mine but in a darker shade of blue. I studied him as he stirs a cup of coffee and slowly sits down at a swivel chair placed in front of his high tech computer. My steps get closer and closer to him and I contain myself and keep calm.
I point the gun at the back of his head and don't say a word.
"That no way to say hello" he says all cheerfully, "hope you slept well". "I thought you weren't gonna even wake up after 2 days went by".
"2 days!" I repeated, "I was out for 2 days!"
"No after 2 days I thought you were dead but u slept a good 4 to 5".
"5 days !!!!!!!" I scream
"What the fuck even happened!!"
"Well after I put you on my bike you conked out due to lose of blood so I brought you back hear and had my freind Cassie fix you up".
I relaxed a little bit knowing he didn't see my boobs.
"So........"
He pauses briefly trying to figure out what to say next.
"How about you go back up to my room and grab a shirt and I'll make us some dinner."
I nod and awkwardly walk back up the spiral stairs. I knew I couldn't make a break for it in my condition so I agreed with myself to just go with the flow.
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When I reach Jason room once again and feel a little bit more comfortable than I should. His room shouldn't already feel like I have been hear a thousand times.
I shrug off the thought and go strait to his closet. I get a little weirded out by the fact that he has a lot more clothes than I do. Just more to pick from I guess, trying to find a positive outlook I things for once.
I don't bother looking at the front of his closet but I do run my fingers along each and every shirt there. I can't bring myself to wearing one of his tops so I look for a hoodie of sorts. He only has about two or three of them and they all look way too big for me. At this point I could care less though so I just grab a simple black one.
I slip the over sized sweater over my arms and struggle for a quick second to get it over my head. I lift my hair out of the back of the sweater and let it fall onto the hood.
I go back into Jason's pale white bathroom and look back in the mirror, the same mirror I had only seen about 10 minutes ago.
I look like my normal casual self again and feel a little bit happier.
I notice that the sweater has some bands name on it but I can't think of who they are, I wonder if Jason likes this band or if he just has the sweater.
I know that I have a couple shirts like that.
Before I go back down stairs I fix my hair once more and put it in front of my bruise. I notice my hair is wavier than before and surprisingly I like it.
I flick the bathrooms switch down and walk back into Jason's room, I feel a little nervous going down and eating dinner with him. What would we even talk about, this is the first time he's shown any type of kindest to me and I guess he went go big or go home.
Should I ask him why he saved me? Or is that to straight forward? I should probably apologize for the whole gun to the leg thing yesterday,or maybe for the gun to the head thing today?
My brain begins to go high speed and I hit the breaks by walking out of the room.
I walk across the catwalk and look over the railing like before but this time I directed my eyes straight to the kitchen. I see Jason by the stove, I can't tell what he's cooking but it smells amazing. his eyes avert from the stove to the tv a couple feet away. the tv is surrounded by a big wrap around couch that has a two long sides on each end so you can put your feet up.

I almost broke my face not realizing I had already reached the stairs. As I get closer to the bottom I can see he's watching the news. vicky vale is front and center on the screen talking about some victory that Gothams football team had had last night. I reach the end of the steps and feel the cold concrete floor on my feet ,almost numbing them. Jason turns his head and nods his head at me acknowledging my presence.
"Geez I haven't worn that hoodie in ages".
I look down and pull out the two sides of the hoodie.
"Well with all your clothes I wouldn't be surprised if you'd forgotten all about it".
My comment makes him half smirk and I automatically smile back.
"Soups almost done, you can grab a bowl from the cabinet over there if you want some".
I look to where he's gesturing to and see a sleek black cabinet with a long wooden handle. My hand grips the handle and I pull the door back as far as it will go, this revels 2 black shelfs filled with both white plates and bowls.
As I reach for one of the bowls it feels as if a sharp knife is driven through my side. I mutter a swear or two and then look to the counters for support. I place all my weight on the one arm lying on the counter and the other hand gripping my side. Jason is shocked to see me in pain and immediately drops his spoon into the pot .He grabs my arm laying on the counter and puts it over his neck.
He demands me to lean on him and it doesn't take much persuasion.
He walks me to the couch and slowly lays down on one of longer sides.
He looks at me for a couple of seconds to see if I'm okay.
"I think your soups burning" I say painfully.
I see that half smirk of his again and it makes me smile.
"Are you okay",he speaks calmly now.
I reply with a sarcastic "yeah" and he gives me another half smirk.
Jason turns around and walks back to the soup ,which luckily didn't burn to much. He grabs two bowls from the cabinet that made me feel stupidly helpless and turns back to his soup.He puts equal amounts in both bowls and place a couple chips.
Jason begins to walk over to the couch with both bowls.He looks at me and bows his head placing the bowl in my lap.
"Ta da!"
I laugh a little at the fancy tone in his voice and pick my plate off my lap.
He sits on the couch right next to me and glues his eyes to the tv. Vicky vale is still front and center but is now showing clips of the joker leaving the warehouse last night in hand cuffs. The batman stands behind him emotionless and distant but Damian is smiling and full of pride.
I look back at Jason and see his expression has turned angry and his muscles have tensed.
I look back at the tv and see Jason holding me in his arms.
I immediately feel awkward and try to sink back into the dark couch.
"It seems as if the Red Hood has a new partnership with deadly assassin by the name of crimson".
It's weird hearing my name on tv,its not the first time it had been on tv but never got any less weirder.
"And it seems like more than a partnership". vicky winks after that last line and I get completely uncomfortable.
The next clip they show is of me shooting Tim while Jason drives us out of the alley.
"Did you actually shot Tim?" Jason looks at me for a response.
"Yeah I guess I did".
"Yes, I've been wanting to do that to the bastered for a long time"
I'm about to respond but Vicky's voice cuts back in.
"The red hood and crimson were apparently out to kill the clown prince and his college harley Quinn but only left them in casts. Both criminals are now in Arkham asylum thanks to the batman."
I watched Jason roll his eyes and then went back to screen.
"The red hood and crimson our still on the lose and the batman has personally said he intends to bring their sharada to an end. We inform all hospitals to give any information of patients recently taken in with any types of bullet wounds."
They played a clip of me being shot by jokers goon and then zoom it in for more effect.
It seems so more dramatic then I remember it. Jason pulls the gun out on the goon and then rushes to my side,it seems like a screwed up fairy tale. I rub my side then look at Jason.
He puts his head in his hands and looks down at the floor.
I broke his silence:
"Why did you save me?"
He looks up at me and says
"I have no idea, i guess I just couldn't leave you there to die".
His pale blue eyes seem to have pain behind them and I couldn't understand.
"Why not, I mean all we ever did was bump heads you could have just gotten me out of the way?"
"Well why did you save me"
He says this with his eyes still stuck to the ground.
I never really saw it as saving his life till now. I knew I was saving him but I didn't know I was saving his life.
I try to think back to that night, I just did it so instinctively, without a though I just knew I had to save him.
I lurch myself back into reality and see that Jason is now looking at me. I knew he was waiting for a response but I didn't have one.
"Something just told me that had to save you".
I pause for a second and look into his eyes.
"For some reason my brain liked the idea of you alive better than dead."
There's an awkward silence between us for a moment and we just stare into our soup.
He openeds his mouth as if he's about to speak but then gives me his signature half smirk and says
"I couldn't have said it any better myself.