Jason Todd x reader one-shorts

Kidnapped part 3

Hello guys, I hope you like the one shorts book so far. I worked really hard on the last one and I'm exited to make this one. There will be one more part after this of the " kidnapped" story. Again, I hope you guys will like this one.

Jason's p.o.v.

We arrived at the place that me and (y/n) will be staying at until she wakes up. The ride here was a little bumpy since I tried to keep her from falling off of the motorcycle. I know that two people should not ride on the same motorcycle but I was desperate!

Anyway, the building was rusted and old, probably made back when the revolutionary war happened. It was about 60 feet tall and 80 feet wide, enough to fit at least 50 people in. The doors were made with silver steel handles and a window on it. The whole building was all black and you couldn't even see it from 10 feet away. The warehouse itself reflected off the shine of the moonlight into a near by puddle besides my feet. I signed deeply as I looked at (y/n) on my red, black motorcycle, sleeping sound asleep as a baby.

I picked her up into my arms as her (h/l),  (h/c) hair flopped back and forth in the wind. She was still passed out from the event that happened about 30 minutes ago. I really wanted her (e/c) eyes to pop up to at least tell me she is okay.

My black boots clanked against the concrete ground as I walked into the safe house. I slung (y/n) over my shoulders and placed a hand on the back on her thigh. I blushed as my hand almost slipped onto her butt, that would have caused me to have a nose bleed. I brushed off any inappropriate thoughts that roamed through my head and kicked down the door with my foot. It made a creaking sound as the hinges on the door were thrown across the room and made the door itself fall onto the ground.

I looked around for any light source since it was pitch black in the warehouse. After looking for a light while (y/n) was still on my shoulders for about 10 minutes, I finally found a string that leased to a light bulb. I pulled on the beaded string and the bright light cause me to squint my eyes a little bit. My head turned left and right for any sign of a place to put her on.

There was a bed that looked 50 years old in the corner of the room. It was brown and most of the white was faded except for the little patch on the right corner of the bed. The rips on it had to be at least 5 inches wide and stuffed cotton sticker out of each one. There was about 9 of those rips and I didn't really know if I wanted to put (y/n) on that.

I decided it was best to just put her here for now since there was nowhere else to put her. I slung her off of my shoulders as her arms and hands almost slapped me on the face. I probably earned it anyway. I placed my hands below her knees and behind her neck as I proceeded to carry her bridal style to the old bed.

I walked to the bed and gently placed her head down first then the rest of her body. My hand accidentally touched the bottom of her butt and I almost screamed at the touch. They were shaking as I removed them from the bottom part of her body. I stepped a few feet back and ran my white, rough hands through my dark, black hair while thinking of the moment that I just had.

After a few minutes of trying to calm myself down, I looked back at her to find her still sleeping on the bed. I swear that she looks liked a goddess just by laying there I front of me. It makes me want to tell her everything I've been through since I "woke up." She always had this effect on me ever since we met at Bruce's house. I hope that she wakes up soon so I can at least talk to her without bashing her head on the ground again.

Reader's p.o.v.

I woke up laying on an uncomfortable bed. My back started to ache in pain as I leaned up and sat in a sitting position. My hand automatically collided with the back of my head as the other steadied me from falling of of it. The pain in my head spreader to the sides and then back to the back of it in a slow motion.

I opened my eyes and all I could see was blurriness through out my vision. It was frustrating to look around since my eyes kept on deceiving me in what goes where. After about a minute of trying to get my head straight, I could clearly see where I was. 

It looked like I was in a warehouse from the looks of it. The building was very big and wide but it looked small at the same time. Everywhere I looked, I saw dust, dirt and other dirty things all over the place. But what caught my attention was the person sitting on the ground besides the bed with their head in their hands.

It looked like they were thinking about something that frustrated them a lot. I reached my hand out to the person so I could get a glimpse of what they look like. I couldn't even touch them as they a brutally stood up from there spot to lock their eyes on me. I squeaked a little as I was face to face with the only person I ever loved, Jason Todd.

He looked awful. His eyes were blood shot as they had dried up tear stains all over his rosy cheeks. The way his face fell into a concentrated look at my own (S/c) face. I could smell a faint scent of alcohol in the distance as I soon realized that it came from his chapped lips. Oh how his hair was all messy made my heart flutter the tiniest bit when I locked my (e/c) eyes on the lock of hair. But what caught me off guard the most was how his blue eyes looked exotic to see me awake and alive.

He stepped closer and closer to me until our noses could touch each other. "I'm so glad your awake. You were out for two days. I'm really sorry about banging your head and all on the floor back there. Please don't hate me." Said Jason. Never in my years have I ever heard Jason apologize for something he did. It really caught me off guard and what surprised me was what happened next.

He leaned into me until his chapped lips connected with mine. My eyes went wide to the touch I received but quickly closed as I soon melted into the blissful kiss. His lips tasted like bitter alcohol but with a hint of sweetness to it like candy. Since his lips were chapped, it overcame the alcohol and provided me to taste more of the sweetness in the lips. Our mouths moved in sink as it felt like it was made just for each other. I could feel his tongue licking my bottom lip, desperately asking for permission to enter my mouth. It just happened so quickly as I opened my mouth the slightest and this new, explored feeling entered my body as his tongue swished all inside of my mouth in a desperate tone.

This feeling was just too addicting like I was on drugs and alcohol mixed together and then drinking it whole. Suddenly, he pulled away as a trail of saliva left our lips as we parted. I could feel and hear his heavy painting mixed in with mine too. "I love you (y/n)." Said Jason. "I love you too Jason, with all of my heart." "I'm glad to hear that."

For the rest of the night, me and Jason talked about life and other things that's been going on lately. We talked about how he got resurrected by the Lazarus Pit and was trained to become an assassin. He also mentioned that he hated Bruce for not killing the Joker when he had the chance and I agreed with him. The way he explained these things made me realize that we haven't talked ever since the night he died. It reminded me of the past relationship that me and Richard used to have but it was nothing like what me and Jason have now. I'm just really glad that he kidnapped me the other night because I wouldn't know where I would be right now if I wasn't here at this moment. But a question still lingers all around my head like a dollar coaster. Why did he kidnap me in the first place?