Pixie

At first, Jason convinced himself that she will be temporary.

But no, life loves messing with him.

He couldn't let go of the cute, sweet, tiny 4 year-old little pixie named Marinette. His little Pixie.

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Jason first saw Marinette when he saved her from a fire. She and her parents were at Gotham for a baking convention, when the hotel they were stayed at burst into flames. Marinette was one of the survivors of the incident. Her parents didn't make it. (It was a miracle on how she survived, especially her age.)

Jason wasn't supposed to be the one responding to the incident; but he was the closest one to the hotel. (The bats asked him for a favour. He disabled his connection afterwards.) Landing on a nearby rooftop, he arrived at the scene. He observed that the whole 5th floor is completely covered in flames. The fire department already arrived, so he assumed that they got all the survivors. He was wrong.

He was getting ready to leave, when he heard something.

A weak cry of a child.

Jason immediately rushed into the building.

After searching every corner of the floor, Jason found her crouching on a corner, crying. She was trying to make herself look smaller, hugging herself so the flames wouldn't reach her. Ash covered her face, making her bluebell eyes clear and shining with tears.

Jason's heart broke at the scene.

He carried her on his shoulder and whispered soothing words to calm her. She held her grip on him like it was her life.

-

Hiding on a nearby alley, he tried to let her go. Keyword- tried. The little girl wouldn't leave his arms. Jason tried everything he could (Not really, he didn't want to shoot her with a gun...), he couldn't let her go. The girl is stuck on him like a leach.

What should he do?! Red hood shouldn't be seen like this! What if some bastard saw him? It would ruin his reputation! He would look SOFT! FUCK-

Jason tried convincing her to let go again. This time, with... A special word...

"Come on, girlie, I need you to let go... Please..." he said, putting more emphasis on the 'please'.

The girl just looked at him with her big blue eyes. Her innocent eyes that shouldn't had witnessed the incident. Heck- this shouldn't have happened to her. She's just a child...

He sighed. Instead of asking her to let go, Jason tried a different approach.

"What's your name?" He asked, at the softest voice he can use.

The girl blinked at him. Adorable-

She rested her head on his shoulder and mumbled, "Marinette." Marinette... It sounds French..

"Do you understand English Marinette?" She held up her hand and made a 'tiny' gesture as an answer.

Oh. She probably didn't understand me earlier. I could almost hear Damian saying on my head, 'Tt, use your non-existent brain. Imbiclle.' He is probably right. I'm an idiot. Jason didn't realize I said that out loud until I heard a small snort.

She's making fun of me.

"Ha- ha- laugh all ya want." I rolled my eyes. It made her giggle more. A small smile went to Jason's lips, covered by the helmet. It immediately  went into a frown when he realized that she's probably injured. He needs to get her to the paramedics. He went back to asking her questions.

"Do you speak french?" Jason asked in french. He is guessing from her name, her origin is somewhere in France. He is almost thankful for Bruce teaching him the language. Almost. They are still not on good terms. He was just doing a favor.

"Yes," Marinette answered in the same language, looking more relaxed now that she could understand him.

"So Marinette, where do you live?"

"Paris,"

"Where are your parents" wrong question; tears started to form in her eyes again. Fuck.

"They're gone..." She said, her voice breaking at the end. Shit.

"Do you want me to send you to the child services?" She just shook her head and burried her head on his shoulder more.

"No, I want to stay with you..."

"Why?"

"Safe."

Huh? Jason never expected that answer. How can Jason be safe? With all the guns and everything, I don't think that counted as safe...

"How?" Her big bluebell eyes looked at his. It seemed like she was looking trough his soul. Wait- am I hallucinating or is her eyes are really glowing. There's a faint glow on her eyes, you wouldn't notice it immediately. But looking directly at her eyes; you can't ignore it.

"Your aura." The girl just smiled at him.

Huh, she really is a pixie.

Jason blinked and grinned.

Damn, I could be a fortune teller at this point.

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It felt good posting this.

This has been sitting on my drafts since july! I almost forgot about this....

This was the first draft I had for the 'pixie' prompt for Jasonette july. I didn't post this because I knew this is going to be LONG and I can't finish it on time. And not because I didn't like it. 

Sad to say that I don't think I can continue this anymore. So I'm sticking to an open ending.

So yeah, I'm not dead. Just busy with school and personal stuff.

See you on the next time I finally have the energy to write, bye :).