Red Rain [Jason Todd]

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I wake up in a heap of heat as I sit up, my heart racing way too fast. I kicked the hot blankets off of me, my lips parting to breathe deeply for air. My knees bend into my chest as I wipe my teary face from the nightmare I was surprised to have again.

It felt just as real as the ones I used to have. And I usually never have nightmares, but when I do...they're more than just bad dreams. So much more.

It's been two weeks since I've told Jason my deepest secrets and I'm already having nightmares about them. I would always think about it during the day, and now I couldn't get away from it at night.

I pull my legs over the edge of the bed, attempting to stand but my arms are weak and my body feels like I'm having a heat stroke.

I push myself onto my feet, grabbing my phone after turning on my light. I walk out my room, still sniffling from the haunting memory. I turned on all of the lights I passed, suddenly having a fear of the dark.

That damn nightmare.

Then I had a fear of being alone.

I walk back and forth as I call Jason, hoping he'd answer. It was my second call when he answered in a tired, irritated voice that I had to admit was very sexy.

"Hello?"

"Jason," I whimper, grabbing the handle of my door and opening it. I needed some fresh air, I'm sure that'd help.

"Brielle? The hell are you calling at three in the morning for?" He asks, obviously still pissed from being interrupted from his precious sleep. I kinda felt bad for waking him because of my own insecurity, but I needed to be around someone right now.

And frankly, I wanted it to be him.

"Uh-uhm, can you come over?" I ask as I sit on the steps, pulling my arms to my side. It's fucking cold out here.

But, it is getting close to the end of the year and we're in Gotham up North. I should expect it to be this cold at this time.

But I wasn't complaining, knowing I was just burning hot a second ago.

"What?" He questions, sounding as if he was trying to wake himself up mentally.

"Can you come over?" I ask again, wind blowing over me and making my hair go wild. I tucked my head in my arms that rested around my arched knees, trying to embrace the cold. I was no longer hot, but I wasn't going back inside.

"What, why?" He asks and I'm close to snapping on him, but I can't if I want him to come.

"Just come," I beg, my voice slightly cracking as my eyes water again, "Please."

The cold air blowing in my teary eyes makes them burn, only making my eyes water more. I just closed them as my body slightly shivers.

"Yeah, I'm coming." He replies, also sounding a little confused but more awake, "What happened?"

I was kinda afraid to tell him it was a nightmare because I know he'd get upset that I woke him up for something like that, tell me to suck it up, stop acting like a child, and deal with it, then hang up to go back to sleep without coming.

"I had a nightmare." I whisper in a shaky voice, my breath showing in the cold night air. Or...morning air, technically. It was helping my heart calm down, but freezing my body, and for some reason, my mind didn't mind it after feeling the warmth of blood on my hands and body from that damn dream.

I scrunched my eyes closed to hold back a sob, body now trembling.

"Brielle." He says in an are you serious tone.