DC Comics Imagines

Jason Todd- The Docks

As you run, stumbling over your sneakers and slamming into just about every car on the street, you could say that you're in deep trouble.

Deep trouble.

Why, you may ask?

Because you, of all people who just had to come across the Red Hood, spouted some line about him being a cosplayer and his head immediately turned to you.

So you're running from the Red Hood because you had pissed him off and he threatened to dump you in the bay if he caught you.

But he does catch you eventually and does dump you in the bay, which you don't take lightly and shriek at him as he stares down at you from the docks.

"You smell like cigarettes, you know!" You shout, splashing in the water and trying to locate the ladder in the dark. "And you're really handsy!"

He snorts. "It's called charm, miss."

"Charm?" You squint at the boats around you. "You are not charming, mister. You are crazy."

"Why, cause I threw you in the docks?"

"No, cause you wear a leather jacket. Yes because you threw me in the docks!"

There's a hiss of air and you look up to find him tossing his helmet aside. The outline of his face is hard to see, but his lips curl into a smirk as he sits down and leans against the railing.

"You're not very nice, miss."

You fume quietly as you swim to the wall, running your hands along the surface for the ladder. "You're not very same, mister. Throwing a girl in the docks at night? Tch. I could get shredded by a boat or something."

"Yeah, right. No one would dock a boat at this time of-"

A blinding light shines in Jason's eyes and he flinches, grabbing for his helmet and pops it on. He blinks, vision adjusting until he sees it.

A boat docking where he had thrown the girl.

"Oh no."

"Oh no is right, idiot!" You finally find the ladder, panicking as the boat draws closer as you hurry up the bars. "You're so going to buy me ice cream if I make it out of this ali-ah!"

Your hand slips and your foot does too, merely inches from the last bar when a hand shoots out from above and latches onto your wrist.

It pulls you up and onto the ground right as the boat stops where you had just been.

And then you're on Jason, slapping his chest and landing a good punch to his helmet which you regret immediately as your knuckles split and you roll onto the floor with a groan.

"Great," He huffs. "Real smart, genius."

"Your sarcasm is not appreciated, Mister Hood."

"Just call me Red," Jason sits up and holds out his hand. You take it angrily, shaking it until he winces and retracts it. "And you would be, miss?"

"Ice cream first. Then maybe I'll talk."