Red Rain [Jason Todd]

.05

I woke up with super heavy eyes to realize we weren't in the car anymore. I was laying in a bed with nothing but my pants and bra on. I flipped the blankets and saw gauze around my abdomen, a sore pain expanding throughout my body when I tried to move.

I held my breath to try to ease the pain as I forced myself to sit up. "Fuuuuuuck." I groan quietly, scrunching my eyes before I breathe deeply again.

I looked around the room, seeing it was the average bedroom. There was only one door, which I'm assuming was the exit, so I headed for it.

Cursing under my breath multiple times as I do so, I finally make it to the door.

I opened it to hear a distant TV, so I walked out, holding onto my stomach as I limped and grunted.

"Nooo! Come on! That was a foul! THAT WAS A FUCKING FOUL!"

I walked down a hallway into an open area where Red Hood sat on a couch, screaming at the TV.

I glimpsed at the screen to see he was watching an NBA game of basketball.

I cleared my throat as I looked back at him, leaning my arm on the wall. He wore his slim mask instead of the helmet, in a red shirt and black jeans.

"What do you want?" He asks roughly, keeping his eyes on the TV as he leaned on his knees.

"I want to know why you kidnapped me." I reply back in his same tone.

"Try 'saved your life'." He leaned back on the couch as it went to advertisements.

"Where's my shirt?"

"In the wash, here," He took off his shirt and tossed it to me, "you can put that on."

The fact he hadn't looked at me at all was surprising.

"Is that all you were looking for?" He asks, a small smirk crawling on his face.

I opened my mouth to say something, but then I brought my fingertips to my face.

"WHERE'S MY FUCKING MASK?!"

He burst into genuine laughter, causing my anger to worsen. This wasn't fair!

"Or your intercom, guns, knives, ammo, belt tracker, barrette tracker, and bracelet tracker, Brielle Washington?" He only smiles deeper.

"You already ran a background check on me?!" I yell in shock as he stands up.

He shrugged as he finally looks at me through that damn mask, "I had to if I wanted to know who I was getting involved with."

"Involved with? 'Saving' me, does not make you involved with me, okay? Get the difference?"

"No, I don't, actually-"

"Does a fireman get involved in a child's life after saving them? No! Does a paramedic get involved in someone's life after saving them? No!!!"

"Look, it's not like I'm gonna tell everyone you're little secret, hot-stuff. Sit down before you pop a stitch."

I kept my eyes on his face besides his body since he no longer wore a shirt. His smile was so fucking heart melting too.

I shook the thought from my head as he walked pass the couch and continued to head down another hallway.

"I'm not finished talking to you!" I yell, trying to speed up, but it was hard when I was just shot.

"What is there more to talk about? You were shot, I brought you here to one of my safe houses, took the bullet out, saved you, and left you to rest. As simple as that." He claims as he walks into a kitchen, opening the microwave to take out a bag of popcorn, "Oh, and don't worry about if I peeked at anything because I didn't."

I tried to say something back, but I couldn't. Everything came out as small stutters.

"That answer all your questions, sweetheart?"

I crossed my arms grudgingly, "Don't call me sweetheart."

"Whatever you say then, hot-stuff." He winks as he steps horizontally pass me with the bag in his hands. His chest gently brushed against the side of my shoulder, causing me to look back at him.

"Wait, where is my intercom? Just to let my partner know I'm okay." I finally say, turning around to him all the way with a devilish smirk on my face, "She probably has the entire PD out there looking for me. You wouldn't want them to find me here, right?"

"Go ahead, let them search." He shrugs as he opens the bag, looking down into it, "They won't find us."

"What do you mean they won't find us?"

"It's my safehouse. They won't find us."

"Izzy might. I mean, she tracked you down after all." I smirk again, crossing my arms. He went silent, making me smile brighter from my victory.

"Fine. Call her." He says, reaching into his pocket, "Can't track this phone down."

He tossed it into my hands with another smirk, causing me to glare at him.

I sighed deeply as I dialed the number, "Why do you want to keep me hostage here anyway?"

"There were some things I found...interesting on your background check." He smiles as he walks away.

I wasn't even phased by the comment.

I rolled my eyes and faced the other way as the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Izzy. It's Brielle-"

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, I WAS SO FUCKING WORRIED. DON'T DO THAT SHIT-"

"Izzy, Izzy, it's okay. I'm fine, I'm safe, sorta, I think-"

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know, but, I'm fine." I mumbled the next part quietly, "Why haven't you tracked down my trackers yet?"

"I have! They're all disconnected."

I narrowed my eyes over my shoulder where Red Hood had disappeared, "That bitch."

"Who?"

"Red Hood. I'm with Red Hood-"

"Did he hurt you? Where is he-"

"No, no, he saved me, but...he kind of knows who I am now." I say, closing my eyes before I get anymore pissed than I already was.

"He must've destroyed your intercom and trackers... You're right!" She says as if slowly understanding and agreeing, "What a bitch! Do you want me to shoot his balls off? I've got my shotgun right here-"

"No! No!" I laugh as she laughs too, "No, he seems...okay, for now. I'll have everything under control. And, as you probably know, you can't track down this phone."

"Mhmm. Another bitch move-"

I chuckled and shook my head, "If another unknown call calls you, answer. It's probably me."

"Right. When are you gonna...not be a hostage anymore?"

I sighed and thought about it.

"As soon as I find out who Red Hood is."