Red Hood x Reader x Nightwing

Ch 7: On the Field

You thought you loved him. The way he stuck his tongue out when he wrote his tests. The way his hair was purely black and his eyes like sapphires carved into his beautiful face. The way his smile just filled you with instant warmth and joy. His hard, broad muscles, and how incredible he was on the gymnastics mats in Physical Education class.
Just everything—especially the way he laughed when teachers felt like he was teaching them. He was perfect in every way.
But Jason was so... Jason. There was no way to describe him other than purely unordinary. His emerald eyes, carved out of that stony face. His smirked and playful poking and prodding. The way he'd hug you from the side or pinch your bum. It was cute.
But he scared you—and you liked that about him. It turned you on. You seemed to be drawn to it—to the danger, the excitement. Even though he'd changed after the party—changed so drastically. It hurt you, as much as that bullet wound hurt. And even though you couldn't bring yourself to hate him for it, you didn't talk to him as much anymore.
You grew—distant.
They really were the diverse personas of good and evil.

It had been four months since you were handed over to the millionaire, Lex Luthor. He treated you much better than Black Mask ever did, even inviting you out to dinner a few times. In which you politely declined for the most part. Though on occasion, you'd go—and enjoy yourself.
You had come up with a persona with no name, completely dressed in a white suit that you engineered to adapt to different lighting. When moonlight struck the fabrics, the suit would turn black, and white with sunlight—to help blend into your surroundings while still appearing kind.
You used a whip and gadgets to your aid, and to your surprise, they worked exceptionally well. You suggested the weapons to Luthor when you first touched upon the subject months before. He agreed with the support of Batman accepting a hero of weaponry with little damage. So a whip is what you resulted with. You said it was 'kinky', but he waved you off and began on another topic.
You were mostly doing small things: stopping robberies, saving people from muggers, and things like that.
Before today.
It was the third day after Winter Break, and you were excited for a change in your daily routine.
At school, you were just getting back into the spin of things after the break was over. Things were becoming normal again. You and Dick were getting closer now that Barbara and Jason—mostly the former, the latter still at least speaking to you—were 'out of the way'. You missed having Barbara around, but Tim talked more—and so did Dick—so you tried not to think about it.
When you left the campus after the final bell, your head spun as a flash of light sped past you. You followed it with your eyes and watched where it was going. You quickly ducked behind a bush and peeled off your uniform and zipped the back of your white suit up to your crown.
You activated the built in, small powered boots and sped towards the light.
When you caught up to it, it looked like it was reeking havoc just because it could. You followed it further into Gotham and found it casually tearing out a fire hydrant.
It was a man, in a black suit that resembled—the Flash. Beneath your mask you frowned and hid behind a nearby wall. Opening a compartment in your forearm and pulling out a chained set of ninja stars, you felt a tap on your shoulder and he grinned at you. Your eyes widened and you quickly dropped a smoke bomb, filling the alleyway with white powdery smoke.
You could see—but he could not. You handcuffed him and knocked him out by the time the smoke cleared.
Holding him by the handcuffs at his feet, you called the police and waited for them to arrive, sitting on the curb.
They pulled up shortly and you rose. "About time," you muttered through your mask and handed the officer the... non-Flash. You didn't know who he was. Anti-Flash? No clue.
"Geez," the officer said, "we've been trying to get this guy for weeks. How'd you do it?"
"Smoke bomb."
He chuckled. "We'll have to try that," he said and hauled him away. Another came up and asked, "Who are you, miss?"
You shrugged. "I'm whoever you need me to be," you said simply.
"Well thank God for you," he said happily.
You nodded once and added, "Let's just hope God gives enough mercy to whomever has to deal with these people."
He sighed. "Where they're going, the warden doesn't need mercy, she needs patience if anything."
You countered, "They don't deserve patience."
"True." He slid his hands in his pockets and said, "Well thanks a whole lot! Hope we see more of you around here."
You smiled, even though he couldn't see. Why couldn't Jason have to 'work' for Luthor instead? This is way better than robbing banks, you thought. But then you realized the brain capacity that the millionaire had. Jason was smart and lethal, but perhaps he didn't think he would be able to take down Luthor from the inside out.
But Luthor thought you could do that to Batman and the Justice League? How exactly you were to carry out this mission, was beyond you. You didn't think you could do it—but if it meant you and your father having a steady lifestyle, then it was worth it.
No more overtime. No more long days. Hell, at this rate, if it weren't for your father loving his job so much, he wouldn't even need to work and you'd be just as well off.
The police officer walked off and left you standing like a beacon of reflected light in the middle of the street. You glanced around you, at the people staring, and activated the rockets at the base of each foot—and flew away.