30 Days Of Blair Todd

Day 1: Holding Hands

Dying sucks ass.

Jason knew that very well. Painfully vivid memories about death came floating into his mind as he lay, bleeding on the floor of one of Gotham's many warehouses. Getting shot usally wasn't that bad, especially when you are wrapped in kevlar and have a lazuraz pit healing factor. But Jason did not take up Alferd's offer of fixing up the worn our Red Hood suit. Stupid thing number 1.

When Blair had offered to go on patrol with him, Jason said, "No need, babe. I got this." Stupid thing number 2.

Finally when Jason relized that there was more men than he could handle alone he did not call Blair, Dick, Barbara, Tim, Stephine, Damian or Bruce. He kept to his "I got this," way of thinking. Stupid thing number 3.

Blair had, of course, been tracking Jason. He would have done the same to her. When she saw the completetly unmoving red dot on the monitor she was at his side so fast that Barry would have been jelous.

"H-hey beatiful." Jason managed to murmur out. "Maybe I should have asked for some backup after all."

If Jason wasn't dying Blair would have slapped him.

Blair grabbed his hand held it tightly.

"If I have to die again, I'm glad I get to die holding your hand."

"Don't talk like that, Jaybird."

"Blair we have to face the facts I'm-"

The Batmobile came roaring into the old wearhouse.

"Don't worry Red Hood you'll be fine," said Bruce as he picked up Jason and placed him the Batmobil.

Blair walked over to Jason, and got very close to him.

"Don't you scare me like that again, Jay."

Jason was expecting a kiss, but Blair had other ideas. She slowly raised herself up.

"Bye Hood, feel better," She said seductively as she grappled out of the warehouse.

Jason watched her go, he was dying and slightly turned on. Damn her.