Red Hood x Reader x Nightwing

Ch 1: Nightmares and Idiocies

Bombs went off around you, screams of help and pleading became dull and muffled. You looked around you for a way out—something you very well should have done when you first arrived. The only way out was the entrance, which had been long sealed off by the building's security.
Not being able to find an alternative exit, you panicked and darted behind a large safe, crouching down as a squat team came charging in. Along with someone new...
You didn't have to consider who the person may have been, but he was definitely not part of the police forces.
You were scared, for the first time in you can't even remember, you were terrified. You couldn't keep your body from wildly shaking.
You peaked around the corner to find no one there. 'They must have dispersed somewhere else,' you thought, standing hesitantly. 'Ol' Adamant isn't gonna like hearing about this.'
Calming your breathing, you slung the duffle bag over your shoulder and made a break for the exit. 'Fools, lock a door after coming in.' you snickered to yourself. Taking a glance behind, you saw that new man unlike the others—
And he was running right at you.
Your eyes widened as you ran faster than you thought your legs would bear. Scrambling for your grappling hook, you dashed out of the way of a taser, and shot it through a window in the main hall of the bank, and flew right through.
"Sayonara sucker!" you yelled back at him as you smashed through the opening in the window, and vanished from sight.

It was a lovely, quiet Tuesday morning when you woke up sweating. Ever since that night in the bank, your second mission—get as much cash as you can carry and get out—you had been having nightmares.
Most of these nightmares didn't have anything to do with the robbery, and it didn't stop you from doing them.
You rolled out of bed and looked at the clock.
4:47am.
Groaning, you decided to get up and ready for school anyway. Given the fact that you weren't going to sleep well anytime soon, you thought it was likely the better option. You'd been doing this for weeks and weeks. When it started, you just slept through the nightmares, having seen worse things in real life. However, after a few days at most, they started to get worse, and rather being gory scenes of your friends and father—and sometimes even your mother—dying and suffering because of you, they became bits of more physiological things that messed with your head. Making you feel queasy and nauseous.
You'd often wake up multiple times in the night to see the darkness of your room, the blearing light of the moon in your oddly open curtains, and the red flashing of your clock at your bedside.
Most times you would choose sleep again, while others, usually when it got to 4:00am, you would get up and get ready. Having done this so many times now, it became—and you hated to say it—a normal routine.
You peeled off your sweaty sleepwear and got into the shower in the hall. Turning on the hot water, you tested it for temperature, and got in. Washing your hair, you felt the water suddenly get cold and when it started to bite at your very marrow, you quickly rinsed the conditioner and hopped out.
After drying and styling your (long/short) hair, (putting on makeup/washing your face), and clothing yourself in your maroon uniform, you went down the stairs as you lazily tied your tie.
It was the year after your first day at Gotham Academy, being the first day of your second year. You were excited to see some of your friends again, at least, but weren't excited for the overexcited new kids. Hopefully you could avoid them, but knowing one of your friends, that was going to be tough.
You could remember the first day of school you had: full of hilarity and new friends. Your best friend, Barbara Gordon, was extremely helpful for the first half of the day, before you met her boyfriend, Dick Grayson, and she became a jealous prick.
It didn't take too long for Barbara to realize how not-into Grayson you were. Your father also didn't allow you to have boyfriends or any love interest at all. Which was understandable because he was an only father and—and a father. That's it.
You didn't mind though, being a sixteen year old who's never actually fallen in love, you were still a virgin to any of those concepts physically. Mentally, however, you were well aware. You weren't as innocent as you let on.
You went downstairs into the kitchen, where your father sat at the dining table sipping a steaming hot cup of coffee that you had set to make the night before.
You huffed. "Why are you up so early? You didn't get back home until 10:00 last night."
He sighed and stood up. "I'll go back to bed, hon. I just had to pee."
"And get a coffee I see? Sure, sleep. What's going on?" you pushed. There was no way that your father was going to get away with whatever scheme he was up to.
"You're right," he said, sitting back down. "It's been a rough week. We're still trying to investigate your mother's disappearance."
"Dad, that was six years ago. She's gone, I'm sorry." You hated thinking about it. One of the most wonderful things in your life walking out on you and your father without thinking twice. You knew that's all it was. She wasn't killed, or kidnapped, or anything. You'd told him that a hundred times.
You had even risked talking to Red Hood about it once. He said the same thing: she's alive somewhere, there's no trace of her. You asked because he would be the only person who would actually respond and give a good answer. Though, his direct connections to the criminals of Gotham as some sort of syndicate gave him an advantage no man of 'justice' that you knew had. Red had the answers—when no one else seemed to.
"Yes, but I believe she's still out there—" he protested but you cut in, "No, Dad! She's gone! Sure she's alive, but she's gone! And she's not coming back! Okay?" You didn't mean to yell, he had just been going on about this forever—too long, he had to let it go.
A long pause.
You took him in in that moment of silence. He stared at the coffee mug, his eyes glazed with sleep—or something else. His brown hair was a mess in his face, his beard untrimmed and unkempt. He looked horrible.
You blew out a sigh. "Look, go back to bed. Drink the rest when the sun's out. Alright?"
He nodded stiffly, setting the mug on the counter and shuffling off to bed.
Following him with your eyes, making sure he went up the stairs and into his room, you opened the fridge to grab some yogurt for breakfast.
When you were done, you cleaned out the container and tossed it in the recycle by the door on your way out.
"Hello Gorgeous," a familiar voice said from behind you.
"Hey Red," you said casually, not being afraid of the monster that had mercilessly murdered hundreds of children alone in his 'justice' attempts.
He caught up to you. No helmet today—or mask for that matter. "Where's your disguise?"
"Don't need it," was all he said, shoving his hands into maroon pockets.
Maroon pockets—
You turned to him abruptly. "Why are you wearing my uniform?" you exclaimed.
"You mean my uniform. I got accepted." He shrugged, running a hand through the strip of white in his hair.
You blinked. Once. Twice. Processing. "What? Why are you—wait you're way too stupid to get into G.A."
"No! I'm extremely intellectually intelligent."
"Big words don't make you sound smart, dumbass," you said flatly. "Look, if you want to come into my school and mess around be my guest, but do not—I repeat—do not talk to me or my friends while you're at it. That includes not getting us involved."
He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. "I thought we were friends, Baby Girl," he purred and placed a kiss to your temple.
Your cheeks heated with anger but you didn't pull away. It was cold and he was warm—that's it.
"We are not friends." Your tone was harsh.
You felt the rumble of his laugh against your shoulder. "Well, I mean, I hope we're not just friends." He gave you a light squeeze.
"Let's just catch a bus," you huffed.
"You got it, Sugar."
You and the infamous Red Hood walked to a bus stop and waited for it to come by at 7:05am. You hadn't realized how long you'd been up for until the bus came and stopped for you.
As you got on, you handed the driver your pass and put 50 cents into the slot.
Sitting down, Jason put his arm around your shoulder and tucked you into him.
"We're not dating."
He hummed. "No, Red Hood and Cryptic aren't dating. That doesn't mean that (Your Full Name) and Jason Todd aren't. Look, I'm putting myself in this position because I'm bored out of my mind all day," he said.
You mock pouted. "Awe, poor baby—"
"Shut up. Besides, we look good together," he said simply. "Don't even deny it. Just play it cool. I know your sexuality is a stubborn butthead but hear me out—and help me play this part."
"Why else are you doing this, Todd," you pushed.
He sighed. "Because I like you and I want to spend more time with you."
You scoffed. "Bullshit, tell me why. I hate playing games with you."
"Fine! Alright, alright. I'm here because Black Mask wants me to keep an eye on you."
"Well tell him to go to hell," you said, getting off the bus.
Jason grabbed your wrist. "Do this for me, please. Keeping an eye on you only means I have to play his game until I can crack him and put him in Arkham. Please," he begged. His green eyes were bright with hope and something else.
You looked right back at him. "Fine. Now let me go."
He obliged and followed behind you as you got off the bus and onto campus.