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#20 Jason Todd - Falling For You

Y/n POV
I have known Jason Todd since he first walked into Wayne Manor with Bruce. He was taken in just like I was and underwent the same process. Only this time, he kept the title as a 'vigilante,' while Bruce decided I was destined for something else: a nurse.

To explain, Bruce did train me to be a second-generation version of Batgirl, but, during one mission, I got badly injured and almost died. When I healed, Bruce did not want another casualty like that to happen again, so he put me on the bench and decided I was suited to be a nurse after seeing how I could tend to his and my injuries. So, that is what I continued to do.

Then, Bruce introduced me to Jason, a newcomer he took in. Jason trained and became a second-generation version of Robin.

I was excited when I first met Jason because I figured we would become close since we grew up with similar lives.

However, he proved me wrong during the first couple of months.

When we would train together, Jason, time and time again, got pissed and frustrated when I would win in combat. When he would come back from a fight and would need to get first aid from the cuts and bruises he received, he always refused my help and patched himself up. When I would ask if he wanted to hang out, he always shut it down. He was always snarky and cocky and an absolute dick when it came to anything, but I knew there was something more to Jason.

It took months, but, one day, he finally opened up to me.

That day, he was badly injured and was trying to patch himself up, but he was struggling more than usual. I saw him in his room, deciding if I should offer him my help.

Before that day, I would have asked and he would have declined, so I wasn't prepared to see what was going to happen next.

"You do know that I am aware that you are watching what I'm doing right now," Jason inquired. "Right?"

I stared at him for a second before responding. "Honestly, I figured you would have known eventually of what I was doing."

He softly chuckled at my comment.

"Aren't you going to ask me if I would like your help?" Jason proceeded to say.

"Well, that depends. Would you like help?"

He stopped for a moment before speaking, actually considering my offer for once. "Yes," he admitted.

After I heard his answer, I looked at him with a mixture of confusion and shock because he genuinely said 'yes.' No sarcasm was in his statement, and he was not being a smartass about it like he usually was.

"You're not joking," I implied.

"Well, I feel like shit and am in the process of bleeding out, so, sorry to disappoint, but I am not kidding. Quite honestly, this shit is pissing me off, so if you could please help, that would be nice," he asserted with a hint of frustration in his voice.

"Right," I said and made my way over, kneeled down in front of him, and grabbed the needle he was using to stitch himself up.

Effortlessly, I stitched Jason up, all the while being able to feel his gaze watching every move I made. After I was finished, he thanked me, and I figured that was the only time he would let me help.

Then, he proved me wrong, again.

After that day, he started calling the shots and asking for help instead of me. Not only that, but, during training, he stopped getting pissed off when I would win. During times we had nothing going on, he would be the one to suggest a movie or a night out. I saw this side of him I never saw before, knowing it was who he truly was under all of that armor he placed up inside of his mind.