Red Rain [Jason Todd]

.06

I walked back to the living room where Red Hood continued to watch the game. I sat next to him neutrally, asking, "So who's playing?"

He raised a brow as he looked over at me through his peripheral vision.

"Chicago Bulls and New York Knicks." He answers as if he wasn't sure why I asked.

I grabbed the remote and turned up the volume before placing it back on the coffee table. "Who team are you on?"

"The Knicks. Duh."

"Good. Chicago Bulls."

He rolled his eyes, "Of course you are."

I reached for the popcorn in his lap, but he grabbed it and moved it so I wouldn't reach it.

"Give me some!" I yell after attempting to grab the bag again.

"No, it's my popcorn." He argues stubbornly, looking at me with furrowed brows.

I went for it.

I quickly tried to grab his mask, but his open hand caught my wrist quicker, twisting it and causing me to move in sync with the painful motion.

I landed on his lap, my back against his thighs as I look up at him through scrunched eyes.

"Don't try that again." He warns, looking down at me.

"Can you let my fucking wrist go?" I ask through gritted teeth, and he does as asked.

When I began to move, a grunt escaped my lips as my hand went to my stomach. Red Hood placed the popcorn down while raising my shirt a little to my gauze, a blood stain now on it.

"Damnit." I mumble under my breath, laying my head back while closing my eyes.

"I told you to sit down before you popped a stitch." He says in a slight sigh as he picks me up and stands up.

"I fucking know." I growl, scrunching my face again.

"Do you say 'fuck' in every sentence?" He asks with a smirk and I narrow my eyes at him while forcing an obviously fake smile.

"It's my favorite fucking word."

He smiled brighter as he placed me back in bed. He was rather gentle for someone who just almost broke my wrist.

He reached into the dresser next to the bed and pulled out a medical kit.

"Raise your shirt." He says, and I let out an annoyed breath as I start rolling it to where it stopped at the bottom of my bra cup.

"I like how cooperative you are." He replies with amusement in his voice as he sits down next to me, placing the kit on the other side of me.

I rolled my eyes, "Don't get cocky. And only because it's my own predicament."

He tittered, briefly raising his eyebrow as if he already knew.

He carefully began to unwrap the gauze from around my abdomen, his eyes staying on his hands.

"Can you hurry up?" I wince, moving a little to get the rugged blanket underneath me to flatten out.

"Don't move." He orders and I groan.

"Are you always such a control freak?"

He opened the kit and shrugged as he looked through it a little, "Sometimes. But most of the time, I don't give a fuck about what people do."

I sighed and put the back of my hand over my eyes as he began to take the popped thread out. "That makes two of us."

"I'm not the best at these things, so if it hurts...well, it's gonna hurt, so you're just gonna have to deal with it."

I again rolled my eyes as he rubbed my wound with what I'm guessing was alcohol because that shit stung like a bitch!

I sucked air through my teeth and said my favorite word to bare the terrible sting, and I hear him lightly chuckle.

"Stop laughing." I breathe out as he takes the cotton ball away from my wound.

"I'm not laughing, you just reacted how I would." He replies in an amused tone.

I jumped when the needle poked through my skin unexpectedly, causing him to laugh a little more.

"It's not funny." I smile, trying not to laugh myself. Suddenly, it became funny. It hurt and felt weird at the same time as I felt the thread moving through my skin.

He chuckled as he softly dabbed another cotton ball near the wound, making it sting again, "Stop bleeding."

"Well, I'm sorry. My blood doesn't mean to be a bother. I just have an open wound and you know, it's just kinda what it does." I answer, shaking my head a little.

I breathed deeply as he pulled on the first one, trying to bare the pain again. My ribs became visible underneath my tanned skin as I exhaled my deepest so far.

"And I didn't expect you to be so playful."

"I like to have my fun every now and then." He answers, carefully poking the needle into my skin again, "Same with you. Well, when you're not pissed off."

"I only get pissed off when someone tries to shoot me or break my wrist."

"It wasn't going to break." He claims with a roll of his eyes as he reaches for the damp towel.

"It felt like it."

"That's the trick." He replies knowingly, wiping some more blood away.

"This isn't fair." I finally say as he starts to tie the last stitch.

He cuts the loose thread and begins to pack everything back into the kit, asking, "What're you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about. How come you get to know who I am, but I can't know who you are?" I ask exasperatedly.

He placed the kit back in the drawer as he smirked, "Because I don't play fair."

He sat back down next to me, beginning to wrap another clean set of gauze around my stomach.

"I think as being your hostage, I deserve to at least see your face." I reply, and he looks up at me, raising a brow.

"Why do you care so much about my face? All you need to know is that I'm Red Hood." He replies, "It'll stop us from drawing ties to each other, remember?"

"Then why did you take off my mask?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"I have my reasons. Your partner being one." He says, looking back at my stomach, surprisingly without a smile or smirk. I flattened my back out as he finished wrapping it, causing me to furrow my brows a little.

"What about her? What did she say?"

"Just some simple things about Nightshade." He answers, throwing the old gauze in the trash before crossing his arms. "Try not to pop those." He continues, pointing to my abdomen.

"Can't promise anything." I reply a bit playfully and he looks towards the door before looking back at me.

"Do you want to go finish the game?"

"Only if your not afraid of making a bet." I smirk, and he chuckles as he helps me up again.

"Look at who you're talking to."

I chuckled as he placed one arm around his shoulders and my other went on my wound.

We steadily made our way back to the living room, silence between us beside my small whimpers or grunts.

He carefully let me sit down in my previous seat before he sat next to me.

"Thank you." I say, looking over at him. Although I was still upset I didn't see his face, he still saved me.

"You're welcome." He says, looking at his lap before quickly looking back up to me with a small smile, "Imma go make some more popcorn."

I nodded and he stood from the couch, walking back to the kitchen. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply, trying to think straight again.