grey matter ~ b. hand x fem reader

Supernova

"You have ten minutes," the guard stated before slamming the door shut.

J.R.'s eyes met hers and she felt a chill go down her spine.

"Superstar!" he beamed.

His hair has gotten grayer, Y/n noted, and the red jumpsuit he's wearing clashes with his skin.

She noticed his cuff-less hands and crossed her arms, "what do you want?" she asked coldly.

"Ouch. That's no way to greet your father who you haven't seen in two years."

He stepped forward and spread his arms out, clearly looking for a hug. Y/n stepped back and shook her head, "no. We're not doing this. You asked for me; I'm here. So what do you want?"

J.R. threw his hands up, as if completely baffled by her behavior, "I just wanted to catch up superstar. Is that such a crime?"

Her eyes fell to the ground as she let him approach her. He hugged her but she didn't hug him back.

"How you been?" he asked.

"Fine."

"Well you're clearly better than fine," he motioned to her with his hands, "you're still working for Cognito so I guess you sweet talked your way back in."

"No, you just filed the paperwork wrong."

He shrugged, "maybe. But you did leak that file so I had to do something. I know you were just trying to piss me off but still."

Y/n didn't respond. Instead she took the time to analyze the room they were in. It was cold and dank. There was clearly some soot or mold like apparatus that had infected the walls. Her overall thoughts of the prison boiled down to one word: disgusting.

J.R. watched as she took in the space and began to walk around the grey room, "just like you thought marrying that hunky idiot would piss me off too."

"He's not an idiot and I also didn't marry him," she said refocusing her attention to him, "I got mom's police report before I could."

J.R. stopped walking, "you're still on this? I thought it was a pretty open and shut case."

"It was clearly a suicide," Y/n blurted out, "do you honestly believe the police bought your 'it was the mistress' story?"

"Of course I do," he turned to face her, "after all they believed me. You did too."

Y/n's nose flared, "why'd you do it?" she asked, "why not just let it be a suicide?"

He tsked, "you ask a lot of questions superstar," he turned towards the wall and picked at the grout that was falling from it, "do you know what happens to stars that burn too bright?" he spun back around, "they explode. And when that happens, it's called a supernova."

A wicked smile spread across his face which made her feel mildly disturbed.

"Why are we talking about stars?" she asked callously.

"Aren't you one?"

"No, I'm a human being."

J.R. exhaled sharply, "if you say so," his smile dropped, "so I heard you're dating Brett."

"How'd you hear that?"

"I have my sources," he stated ominously.

Y/n looked around the room once more and furrowed her brows, "you're probably at the most secure prison ever and you still managed to get gossip in here?"

"Not gossip if it's true."

"Yes dad, we're dating. Anything else you wanna ask me about?"

He nodded, "do you love him?"

Y/n took in a breath and stood straighter, "of course I do."

"Really?" he chuckled, "I find that hard to believe," he said tapping his temple, "has your fried brain somehow been fixed?" he laughed.

"Maybe it has," she stated defensively, "because I actually do care for him. More than I ever could for you."

"Hm," he began to walk again, "I also heard you've been working for the robes."

Y/n swallowed hard, "same source I'm assuming?" she deflected.

"Actually Carl was the one who told me that. He's that security guy who works in the basement of Cognito. He had some lovely things to say about you and I gotta say superstar, I'm fairly impressed."

Carl. That idiot.

Y/n shrugged, "so what? You disapprove of another one of your daughter's actions," she scoffed, "what else is new?"

"Only when I think you're being ignorant," he said coming to a stop and turning to face her again.

"Are you saying that working with the robes is a bad idea?"

"Let's talk about supernova's again."

"Jesus, who gives a shit about stars?!"

He blinked back at her, "well...you should superstar."

"Stop calling me superstar!" she shouted. She inhaled loudly and refocused her attention to her father, "please."

J.R. smiled, "superstar," he whispered coyly as he began to walk around again, "they're a very hard group to please. Are you sure you're up for it?"

She felt her fists tighten and her nails dig deeper and deeper into her skin, "of course," she stated confidently.

"Even with your new found weakness?"

Y/n frowned, "what?"

"The monkey."

"...Brett?"

"Yes! Glad we're on the same page about that."

"Brett is not a monkey," she managed to stutter out.

"Of course he is. With Brett comes a circus therefore making him a monkey. If you want my advice I'd say get rid of the monkey."

Y/n scoffed as he continued, "if you care for him as much as you say you do you'll do it. If not for you then for him. Love makes us stupid, Y/n. And there's no doubt in my mind that he will be in the crossfire during your supernova," he smiled eerily, "thank you for visiting me superstar. I hope it won't be the last time."

A buzzer rang throughout the room as a pair of guards entered the grey box. They cuffed J.R. and dragged him away as he laughed maniacally. His laugh faded away into the background as Y/n shakily rose her hands to examine the bloody mess she had somehow created.

A/n:
Oof. This was shorter than I expected...