DC x Reader One-shots

Little Menace, Pt. II - Jaime Reyes/Khaji Da [Blue Beetle]

Summary: Blue Beetle had not seen you since the night you left. You had been gone before Jaime had even had the chance to wake, after he had laid down and your wounds had been satisfactorily tended to. He had expected that the next time he saw you, it would be to put you in cuffs. But after an ambush, with Khaji Da's sensors on the fritz and Jaime on the verge of blacking out, the scarab takes them to the first place he thinks will keep them safe – to the very villain they had taken care of just weeks before. All Blue Beetle can do now is hope that they take him in.

Notes: Requested by @/Anonymous (Tumblr). Based on the Tweet:
The sluttiest thing a hero can do is show up at the villain's doorstep, bloodied and bruised, and say "I didn't know where else to go."

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They had underestimated you once again. Their plan had been to call for a cell from the League in the morning to hold you, knowing you were still too injured to make it out on your own, at least without waking them.

But they had been wrong. Khaji Da had not even been able to wake Jaime before you had already escaped out into the night. They had thought with your injuries, still barely able to put any weight on your right side, that you would have been a bit easier to keep track of. By the time Blue Beetle had made it out the same window you were gone, not even the sensors could find you.

That had been weeks ago, and he had not seen hide nor hair of you since, and Khaji Da had not even picked up your signature lingering around their apartment.

It was frustrating. You had been right in their grasp and then just as easily you had been gone. The hero had heard rumors here or there about your whereabouts, but Khaji stood by the idea that you were primarily healing and plotting, rather than negotiating in seemingly petty squabbles. Jaime was forced to agree – you held grudges, and if word had gotten out that someone had almost taken you off the playing field it would rain fire on your reputation.

Still, each time there was an alarm blare he had to check out, or another robbery to stop, he almost hoped that it was you. Even if it was just to make sure that you were alive.

The last ace up their sleeve, Khaji had reminded, was that they had found one of your safe houses. But that information needed to be held close to their chest. It was the only one they knew about, and you would burn it to the ground if you thought for a second that they might have found it.

Instead, they focused on their day-to-day. They were just trying their best to keep the streets they had sworn to protect clean and safe as they could.

"You are losing focus again, Jaime." Khaji chided, not bothering to course correct when Jaime almost flew into an advertisement sign for a new movie.

"¡Carajo!" ("Fuck!") Jaime barely stopped in time as he snapped back to reality. Even then his foot clipped the top of the billboard, and he had to right himself immediately before he spun out. "A little heads up, please?"

"I have tried many times; you are too distracted today." There was a shrill flare in the edges of Jaime's mind from Khaji Da. A warning that the scarab was in no mood for the blame game.

"Lo siento, love bug." ("I'm sorry, love bug.") Jaime could almost hang his head in shame. He had been a bit quick to snap at Khaji Da recently, and he knew it. "Maybe we should call it a night?"

Khaji was silent for a moment before answering. "Pet names will not save you."

"Please don't start playing children's songs on repeat in my head again."

There was a satisfied chirp from the sentient scarab, a reminder of the last time that Jaime had gotten hot with him. "No promises." There was a silence once more, but as though Khaji Da was thinking. "We can fly closer to their safe house, perhaps I can pick up their signature inside and get a read on their condition."