ILLUSION || Jason Todd

FORTY

❝MY HEART WOULD FALL APART IF SOMEONE SAID YOUR NAME❞

ONE DIRECTION, TRULY MADLY DEEPLY

Her mind had already been spinning, the blame passing between multiple people in scattered circles. From the guilt of her own part in this mess, she held a kindle of anger for her team. They certainly hadn't helped, them blaming Jason for something he had no part in. Then, she would land on Deathstroke. It was his fault.

He was the one to dangle him on that platform, pressing the button that brought the initial drop. Lorelei, in her tears and rage, could understand that on paper, the majority of the blame was on Slade Wilson. It was his fault she cut her hand and lost her grip - he was the one to smash the windows.

If not for her attempt to save Jason, he would have died. The timing was sheer coincidence in the name of fate but alas, if she did not try, the mystery boy unconscious in the infirmary would not have saved Jason.

She had to give herself that benefit of the doubt for that survival.

Because her heart ached. A knife twisted with every beat it drummed. If Dick did not succeed, if Jason died, Lorelei would do anything to destroy Deathstroke. Nobody - and she truly meant nobody - could stop her from pathing down for vengeance.

If it came to it, she would bargain for more time with Archmage - the fleeting reminder he was actively coming for her walked through her mind.

In the cracking twinge within her heart and fury to the man of assassination, Lorelei would do anything to get revenge for the young Robin that wormed his way into her soul.

Even if that meant becoming the weapon she had run so hard to fight against. She would succumb to that ending for herself, bargaining away her moral compass. It wouldn't matter, either. Because in the end, it would be for Jason Peter Todd; a Robin that warmed the young mage with comfort and safety.

The second Dick walked into the area, Lorelei couldn't breathe. Her heart kept punching at her gut, a squirm overcame her as she shifted to the edge of the couch with a hand over her mouth as she awaited any news.

Nothing came.

That wasn't true, it was nothing she wanted to hear. Lorelei was already inconsolable, nothing but small babbles escaped her as her team and the former Titans tried to comfort her. But now? You genuinely would have thought she was possessed by a demon.

When Dick Grayson called an emergency meeting Lorelei gave up all hope, her body falling numb. Tipping over the edge of the couch, her throat closed up with a threat of bile or losing consciousness all together.

The team were, understandably, confused. Their looks between Lorelei who let out a small squeak of pain and Dick, who held a face of utter guilt. They knew something had happened, something bad.

Lorelei's pain was sore, a heartbreak harsh to her health.

It wasn't until Jason came in, just seconds after Dick called the meeting, that Lorelei could breathe again. That's when she truly broke down. A rush into his arms, sobbing into his chest with a violence that even Gotham rogues would fear. The young Robin was mirror; his head tucked tightly into the ice blonde mage's neck and a grip Superman would become jealous of.

The ten minutes were gladly appreciated between the pair. They had spent seven of those minutes calming down. The last three minutes were spent with inseparable hands interlocked as they sat at the table silently. Lorelei's head resting on Jason's shoulder, feeling his soft breath fall onto her hair.