(DC Multiverse Adventures)
"-even with his parties and his playboy act-"
Zoya starts chuckling out of nowhere then proceeds to laugh quietly.
Dick looks at her. "What?"
She shakes her head. "Nothing."
"No, what?" He presses.
She pressed her lips tog...
Jason couldn't keep in his feelings and stayed a bit after the funeral
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"Who's the babe?"
Dicks didn't answer as the beautiful woman with dusty green eyes introduced herself.
"Zoya, al Ghul."
Jason's eyes widened at her name. "No shit?" He looked between the two adults for confirmation. Her smile answered it all, and he quickly became a bit of a groupie.
"W-well. I gotta say. Bruce's files on you don't do you justice."
Zoya smiled at his failed flirtation. Dick, however, was clearly not amused. In fact, he looked livid, and Jason thought it was funny.
***
The ground beneath Jason Todd gave way as he stood up, grunting as he regained his balance. He pants as he analyzes his openings against the one person who takes him seriously in the entire goddamn building. He only had one weakness, and that was the fact that the more he practiced combat drills, the more agitated he became with his mentor.
"Again!"
In response, the young hero-in-training twirls his weapon while moving his feet to launch another assault as he twirls the weapon. Zoya blocked his blow, but she was taken back by his strength when he forced it. She stepped back to avoid unwanted restraints before getting down on her knees and spinning around Jason. Striking another winning blow at the back of his legs.
He bites back the noise in his throat at the stinging pain. Instantaneously, the room spins before he finds himself staring at the ceiling lights with his back lying on the mat.
What the hell?
Jason couldn't process his (third) loss because he noticed Zoya towering over him and was ready to obliterate him. Luckily, he rolls away just in time to dodge the thwack of her wooden weapon and springs himself up. However, before he could even make his next move, Zoya swiftly slips her arm under his armpit and her hand on his chest. She slams him hard on the floor mat. He groans when she pins him with her knee on his stomach and her bo staff flat against his chest.
"Done."
"Fuck!" He hits the floor as he swears and turns on his side after she lets him go.
"Get up." She proclaims.
He breathed through his nose avidly, but did as he was told.
Both of them sat on the bench with water in hand. Jason barely drank his bottle, but Zoya finished hers.
Recently, Jason has been distracted. And she wasn't stupid. She was aware of his desire to return to Gotham and fight crime again. Back to becoming Robin. But the sad truth was that even though he was strong enough to carry the title, he still wasn't ready. Dick made the call to bench him until further notice.
