(Dc Jason Todd) Wrong Number

Kindness

J didn't text me all the time. Or a lot. Sometimes at strange hours of the night, or just out of the blue in the day. I could go days without hearing from him before he'd text me. It was nice. He did tell be about his day, generally. He was very secretive. But I didn't mind. Because it was fun trying to clue in on what he was doing. He was interesting to say the least. I was happy our text sent over wifi since he was traveling. Or at least that's what he told me. 

The first picture sent between us was after I'd gotten in a bike crash. Some ass hole had pulled in front of me while I had the go ahead. Needless to say I launched over his car and left my bike behind. I was glad I wasn't transporting anything and surprisingly my bike was OK.

Unfortunately I couldn't say the same about myself. I'd gotten some pretty nice road rash on my arms, and a nice cute on my forehead by my hair line. I was lucky it wasn't worse. But then again I knew how to crash and burn without getting to hurt. I'd gone to sit in Jen's work to cool down and get some ice. She took the pictures for me. One of my fucked up arms, and one of the deep cut on my head. Not really getting my face, just my eye and hair. He responded faster then I thought he would.

J
-I hope to god that was a bike crash-

Me
-It was don't lol, if it wasn't I wouldn't be this fucked up.-

J
-tough talk for a scrawny chick like you-

Me
-uh excuse me, really going to say that to an ex task force agent?-

J
-uh yeah, yeah I am.-

J
-on another note, you're a girl?-

Me
-surprise?-

J
-sorry, Milou strikes me as a more masculine name.-

Me
-well my parents were hoping for a boy so~-

J
-you can't be serious-

Me
-unfortunately I am, but idc right now I'm just hoping I don't have a concussion.-

J
-considering how fucked your arm's are I'd say fine if you protected yourself right.-

Me
-not my first rodeo-

J
-yeah you'll be fine, how's the bike-

Me
-looks worse then me-

J
-you sure?-

Me
-I was joking!! Fuck you lol-

I couldn't help but smile at his bullying. Jen caught wind of my new mood as she brought me an ice pack.

"For someone who just fought the pavement and almost lost, you seem mighty cheery." she smiled and I scoffed and set one against my shoulder.

"Just talking to a friend," I smiled

"A guy friend?" She asked and I laughed.

"A friend, relax." I said and watched as the next message came.

 Photo attached. When I opened it I laughed a little. It was his hand giving me the middle finger. He must've taken it lying down because I could see his ceiling fan. The attached message?

J
-Fuck you too sweet heart.-

And I hated myself for how much I smiled at it. That began a long strand of pictures. Even if we didn't text each other, we'd reply with photo's of flicking one another off with different back grounds. J did travel a lot, and it was sort of funny to know he was real. From me he got a lot of city scape photo's, and sometimes he'd ask me if places he knew when he lived here were still open. He talked about a really nice, yet very small, family owned place that he loved.

J
-the best empanadas ever-

J
-when I was on the street I would sulk around their place to see if anything had been thrown out, even their trash is good.

Me
-I've never had an empanada before-

J
-you have to go. Right now. Don't talk to me until you get one from them.-

So I did. I sent him photo's of the food, and practically melted when I took a bite. J seemed really nostalgic about it all. Said even though the owner would throw shit at him that it was one of his fonder memories.

J
-I go when i'm back in town on occasion.-

Me
-Well i'll get a to go box and mail you one if you're ever too far away.-

J
-Sweet jesus that's amazing-

Me
-thank you I know I am-

J
-don't flatter yourself sweetheart-

Me
-wow you know what no empanada for you-

J
-wait no I take it back.-

Me
-to late.-

I couldn't help but smile. Because he cared in his own weird way. And slowly I started to get to know him. How he came from a rough past, rose above it with help from family, but was betrayed in some way that he didn't want to talk about. I didn't mind that. Somethings are harder to talk about than others. But from what I gathered he might be mending some ties with them. It was nice to hear.

Then I slowly gathered more on what he might do for a living. With the various stories of fighting people and inquiries I first suspected a soldier. But then again he moved so fast. Then I wondered about a contract killer. But that didn't' fit either. I guess he was a hand for hire. Which was the only thing that made sense to me. And from what I could tell from him the job suited him the best. Sometimes he would ask me, "why do you ride that bike of yours if you have so much training?" and I hardly had an answer for him. But when it boiled down to it I said I was done taking orders. But I didn't feel myself being qualified enough to become a vigilante.

There was a sort of quiet rule to never impeach upon the Bat's territory. The most any one citizen could do was stop a mugging or a pick pocket. But this was Gotham, and only a few stepped up. Even fewer did it out of the kindness out of their hearts.

J
-That's what makes you different I think M.-

J
-You're to kind for your own good.-

Me
-I don't think I'd call it kindness j-

J

-Then what do you call it?-

Me
-I don't know.-

Me
-I mean, haven't you ever seen something so wrong and just. Knew. you had to stop it?-

J
-I see it almost every day.-

Me
-Then you know it's not kindness-

Me
-it's just the right thing to do.-