Assorted Character Oneshots

Understandable - Jason Todd

Summary: sidekick's power overtakes them, causing a bunch of destruction and the end of their hero days as they know it. The antihero helps them out. (Will be making a part two prolly)

Triggers: mentions of blood, death, throwing up, violence

Word count: 2077

___ could barely catch their breath as punch after punch flew at them from all angles. The fight had been raging on for what felt like eternity. No matter how many villain lackeys they seemed to take down, hundreds spawned from no where. They were sure this was Scarecrows doing and that most of these weren't real, just part of the fear toxin, or maybe something new the Joker had come up with, but their punches still hurt like hell. ___ was growing weary, their resolve not waning in the slightest. Their powers, though strong, were slowly overtaking them, they could feel the warmth growing up their skin. The small tingles of power crawling up their nervous system. This is what happened with prolonged use of their ability.

Their power had a mind of its own, often feeling like another entity from themself entirely. They tried to keep it at bay, but sometimes it was just too tempting to let loose. This was one of those times. They held on for as long as they could, but as the fight seemed never ending and as enemy after enemy beat them down, their will grew dimmer and dimmer.

They don't know when it happened, but they let go. Their power took control and they drifted. While still conscious enough to witness the massacre, they couldn't bring themself to stop what was happening. Before they knew it, bodies littered the ground at their feet, their fight or flight instinct retreated and they came back into control of their body. ___ stared at the bodies, realizing they were all henchmen. A few civilians had gotten caught up in the brutality as well, sending a rock down ___'s throat and to the newly formed pit in their stomach.

They were supposed to be good, they were a hero. They were training under the Bat himself. How would he react to this? The insurmountable guilt they felt boiled up their throat until they were clenching their mouth to keep from tossing it all up. They couldn't have done all this, there was no way. They looked down at themself, the front of their dark costume soaked crimson. Their hands came into view, the striking red drying against their calloused skin made them sway as the world seemed to shift beneath them.

They were so wrapped up in this devastation that they almost missed the swish of someone dropping in behind them. Though, they made no hurried move to look over their shoulder at whatever they hoped would be their swift punishment. A figure came to stand beside them, a glint of red amongst black told them all they needed to know.

"I did this.. I killed them all.."

"I know," Red Hood spoke quietly, his voice steady.

"I'm.. I'm a monster.."

"You didn't mean to. They messed with your mind."

"But I killed them all.." Their voice shook as they crumbled, Red Hood grabbing them before they hit the ground and holding them up.

"Hush now. Let's get you cleaned up. Come on," He glanced around before shooting a grappling hook into the dark sky, his arm wrapped tightly around their waist.

___ said nothing as they were pulled into the air, carefully clinging to him. Their eyes were glued to the scene until it disappeared from sight, pulling their gaze to look up at the masked vigilante. This was quite a contrast for both of them, ___ briefly wondering if Opposite Day was a real thing and they just happened to get sucked into it.

Red Hood was always the reckless flirt who they had to stop from killing villains constantly, now here he was whisking them away from carnage they had caused all because they were too weak to handle their own abilities.