Red Rain [Jason Todd]

.09

"So what is going on?" Izzy asks with large eyes and puckered brows as I sit down across from her at the cafe.

I sighed and shook my head, "What is not going on?"

"Where'd you get that car?"

"Nice, right?" I smirk as we look out the window to the black Bugatti parked directly across from us.

"Hell yeah-"

"It's his." I giggle a whisper for some reason as a waiter comes up to us. We both ordered our usual coffee, then she raised an eyebrow as she looked over at me.

"You stole it?"

"Well, he knows I have it, but I might have kinda taken it without permission." I try to beat around the bush. She gave me a dumb look, "...So you stole it?"

"I'm gonna give it back." I smile as I open the two paged menu in front of me.

"Brielle, you've been gone for nearly three weeks now. What happened to your jobs and stuff?"

"He forced a 'vacation', but it'll be over in a couple days." I answer with a shrug, a buttered croissant sounding pretty good, "Then, he'd have to let me out of the house when I want to."

"Speaking of which, how'd you get out this time?" She asked and I show her my bracelet.

"It's his customized tracker," I explain, "He can hear everything we say and he knows where I am."

"Wow. You know I can t-"

"No. He said if we try to mess with it, it'll electrocute me and most likely kill me."

"Why does he want to keep you around so badly?" She leaned closer to me while whispering, "I never saw Red Hood as the psychopathic stalker type, ya know?"

"He's not." I reassure with another shrug, "He says there's something interesting about me because of my background info."

The waiter came with our beverages and I immediately took a sip of it while mumbling, "Wasn't surprised."

Izzy ordered before me, then when the waiter left again, we resumed with our conversation.

"So he wants you for something?"

"I'm guessing. Again, I wouldn't be surprised. I'm always used for something." I answer nonchalantly, "I'm just wondering what it is though. He hasn't given me the slightest clue."

"Why not?" Izzy asks, bringing her coffee up to her lips again as her green eyes peer over the rim of it.

"I don't know. He's just...playing with me right now."

She raised a brow and licked some remaining coffee off her upper lip, "What type of play?"

"You know what type of play." I begin to smile as I take another sip of the hot coffee.

She laughed, placing her hand on her chest to stop, "That is so you, Brielle."

"Yeah." I shrug with a light sigh, crossing my arms as I lean back in the chair, "Couldn't help it."

"Was it good?"

"No," I laugh, then tilt my head side to side, "Okay, a little. But I've had way better. He claims he didn't do his best, though."

"You know, that was pretty quick." She says with a raised brow.

"Well, yeah. That's how I am. Live fast, die young." I shrug, "That's the thrill of my life. Where I get the rush from."