DA Meadow: The Sinner and the Sadist (A Jason Todd/Red Hood Fanfiction) BOOK 1

Eleven: An Awkward World

***not 2022 edited beyond this point***

My neck and collarbones hurt, that's for sure. Jason has a biting fetish. And I thought I was the sadist.

I expect to wake up in his bed... but I open my eyes to see the familiar ceiling of my own room. I frown.

Thoroughly confused I sit up, running a hand through my purple hair. Well it definitely wasn't a dream. There is evidence of that.

I'm wearing my pyjama top and shorts. The rest of last night's clothes are on the floor beside the bed.

So then why...?

With a heavy sigh I slam back into the pillows. Don't deny it, Venus. You know why you're back in your own bed. He got exactly what he wanted from you.

He kicked that girl out, realised his mistake, got you drunk and took his chance.

Yeah right, me, keep trying to convince yourself of that.

I suppose it meant nothing. Guess I'll have to make it look like it meant nothing to me then. That's how you have to do it, as I've learned.

Pretending is often the best revenge on people who think they know how you will react. If Jason Todd thinks I'm some starry-eyed slut who will cry because he's done with me; he's got another thing coming.

We were both fairly drunk (thank you for the reminder, hangover head ache). Tension tends to end up this way as well.

Doesn't matter now. Soon enough Bats and the League will have captured the Sons and I can go home to my silk bedsheets and penthouse view.

I rub my eyes and stand up before walking over to my chest of draws. I take out a blue and black high halter neck top that will cover any marks.

Then I choose a black mini jacket covered in fluff, shorts and canvas shoes. I throw on a clean over-sized shirt for my trip to the bathroom.

I open the door up and walk into the living-room.

"Morning," I hear Jason mumble lowly from the kitchen. I glance at him. He's sitting at the table hunched over some papers and file.

"Hey," I reply casually, sounding uninterested. In my peripheral vision I see him look up. I walk into the bathroom.

After my shower, I get dressed into the clothes I had brought with me and brush my hair. It feels dry from the dye. I tie it up in a short ponytail.

Just as I step out of the bathroom, something tackles me from the side. I grab the shoulders of whoever it is- someone shorter than me, so not Jason -and shove them away.

"G-Ginger?" I frown. I look to the kitchen to see Jason with Richard.