(Dc Jason Todd) Wrong Number

She who's black and blue

I watch her walk down the street quietly. She's her own controlled disaster. And it's beautiful. Her hair is up in a messy bun, strands are escaping left and right. Her heavy coat hanging off of her, but her slender legs sticking out of the bottom make you realize how slender and fit she might be. She's got her boots on and it gives her this walk that says trouble. Her face is curious in expression as she scans the crowd and comes to a stop at a street sign. I walk to her side of the street and slowly approach.

She leans against the sign lazily, closing her eyes for a second in an attempt to quell her aches and pains. The closer I get the more I see her. The cut on her lip, a butterfly bandage on her jaw surrounded by a new bruise. She's shorter then me, and even though I knew that from her file it doesn't make me smile any less. She's about five five maybe? I can't tell. It doesn't matter. Because despite what shortcomings she may have she makes up for it in personality.

I'm a few yards away, and she's about to scan the crowd one more time, when I decide to get her attention. Whistling one high note at her, nice and loud. It gets her attention, she whips her head around quickly to see who's made the sound. She locks eyes with me. Unafraid. There's almost a challenge in her eyes. It's like she's ready to fight.

"She who's black and blue. Looks like you lost another round to the pavement huh?" I call.

The change in her expression is spontaneous and gets me to smile. She smiles at me and laughs a little. Her body language changes from hostile to welcoming, calm, and inquisitive.

"I wish it was the pavement-" She takes a few steps towards me, "but it wasn't."

"Well I hope you kicked the shit out of whoever did that to you or I might have to cut this little meeting short." I say and she smiles to herself.

"Trust me they're not a problem anymore." She says and I raise a brow at her.

"Plural- and you killed them?" I ask and she throws her hands out.

"No! Well i mean yes and no- There was just about seven of them- they're not dead. They probably wish they were but they're not," she assures me after taking a moment to get her story straight. I can't help but laugh again.

"Seven really?" I'm impressed.

"It was supposed to be just three but it turned out to be seven." She sighs.

"And that's how you got a busted everything huh?" I gesture to her person.

"J you know me, I'm always busted." She smiles and I nod.

"Yes yes you are- just not usually by people." I reply.

"Mm hm, so how's Gotham been treating you?" She asks and I sigh.

"Shity, but I'm clearly not dead." I reply and she nods.

"Sounds like Gotham- come on, I'm following you for drinks right?" She asks and I nod.

"Hope you're hungry too," I say and she hums at the thought of food as we start walking.

"Always J, always,"

I smile at her mannerisms and shove my hands into my pockets.

"So I met Lucas," I say and she looks at me wide eyed.

"No way! When?!" she asks.

"When you two walked into his bar soaking wet," I reply and she punches my arm softly.

"You should've stopped me!" She scolds me.

"You seemed busy- besides I thought the entire thing was funny. Make for a good story." I smile.

"You were texting me almost the entire night after that! I can't believe you." She laughs.

"Whoops, too late not." I say and she shakes her head.

"How many other times have we bumped into one another that I don't know about?" She smiles.

"Well-"

"J!"

"I'm joking," I laugh at her expression and bump her as we walk, "Or am I."

"See I thought meeting you might get me answers but so far I'm still left with questions!"

"At least I'm entertaining." I hum.

"You and your vague ass."

"Do I look vague??" I ask smirking looking down at myself.

"No you actually stand out- like a lot." She laughing a little.

"Oh that's no good, I'm supposed to be discrete," I laugh a little.

"Dude you're huge, you're as discrete as an elephant with how tall and wide you are."

"Are you calling me fat?!" I ask in a dramatically accusatory tone.

"Yes J- you're fat pure fat, not muscle, it's a miracle you're even walking. As a medic I'm concerned." She jokes right back at me.

"Oh shut it you pipsqueak!" I punch her arm softly.

"Oh-oh did you just punch me? I can arrest you do you really wanna try me?" She jokes and I laugh as she puffs herself up and walks up on her toes as a joke of intimidation.

"Oh no I'm sorry officer I didn't realise they were giving cuffs to kids now." I laugh.

"Oh I'm so going to fight you for that one!" She bumps me.

"I think you've had enough fights for one day little miss rag doll."

"I don't know you look like a pretty good punching bag." She smirks.

"I bet your punches feel like mosquito bites." I bite back.

"I bet your lumbering ass can't kill a mosquito though." She hums.

"I do not lumber," I laugh and she laughs, "If I lumber then you're probably sprinting."

"Least I look good sprinting, no one looks good lumbering."

"Oh come on!" I protest.

"I'm serious! Name one person who looks good when they lumber?"

"Who's that guy who plays wolverine?"

"Hugh Jackman-"

"He does."

"Yeah but you're not Hugh Jackman."

"Man I wish I was." I sigh and she laughs.

"Don't we all J," she smiles.

"Son." I add.

She looks at me confused for a moment.

"What?"

"J-son, Jason, my name." I smile and she laughs a little and shakes her head at me.

"I knew it. It was either your name was actually Jay, or Jason. And Jackson just didn't feel like a good fit." She laughs.

"Seriously you guessed my name?" I smile.

"How many different J names are there- Jason is one of the top." She reasons.

"Well I mean you're not wrong. Honestly if you'd told me 'M' when we first started talking I would not have thought Milou. Like at all." I laugh a little.

"Thank my dad- he wanted a boy."

"You told me and I still can't believe that fact."

"Hey- parents are weird- adults are weird in general."

"Milou we're adults." I say furrowing my brow.

"And am I wrong?" she asks.

"Your point is taken." I smile at her.

This is going to be a good night.