Red Rain [Jason Todd]

.67

I turn on the as-usual empty street where I pull up to the curb. I cut the engine of my purring motorcycle and walk down the driveway where I see the Bugatti parked, so I expect him to be here.

I go up to the door and unlock and silently open it, holding the duffel bag over my shoulder and entering. The house is dark and silent, and it's then that I realize how much I've missed it.

I stay quiet and silent, hoping to surprise Jason except I'm caught completely off guard when I turn down the hallway to clothes strung place from place on the carpet, a large black shirt and another crumbled shirt, two pairs of jeans, a belt, socks, all leaving a trail to the bedroom door that's already cracked open just a little.

The worst of thoughts forms when I reach the door, a white bra on the floor, flipped over with a pink interior with a size that's not mine. I open the door and flip the light switch, eyes widening and heart racing when I see lingerie on the floor, a pair of foreign heels, an empty condom wrap, and two bodies asleep in our bed...

I feel pain in my chest and uncomfortable burning in my throat as the duffle bag drops loudly from my shoulder onto the floor. The sounds makes the two bodies stir, my voice coming out helpless and truly terrified, praying that it wasn't him.

"...Jason?"

But when I see those eyes, I realize my prayers aren't answered.

He looks at me over his shoulder, tiredness written over his expression until he realizes it's me. His eyes widen and energy fills them as my eyes water and I step back, my mouth opening in shock and disbelief. But my eyes see it for themselves: him flipping the blankets off of his body and rushing to put sweats on, having the fucking nerve to ask why I'm here.

"Brielle?" The woman says, also waking up to reveal that it's Koriand'r in the bed beside him.

I can't explain the feeling I got. There's nothing I can say to even begin to explain the feeling of getting my heart broken by Jason.

Every part of me —heart, mind, and soul— start going into denial, the shock making the words "this isn't happening" inaudibly leave my lips on repeat.

I look at the ground while bringing my hands to my head, breathing deeply as my eyes water in confusion and anger. My name is being repeated as if to calm me, Kori quickly getting dressed and Jason coming in front of me to block her.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I yell as my tears betray me and spill over. I push his chest back, but he only comes back to keep trying to calm me down. It wasn't working.

"WHY!? DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME JASON! THIS IS WHY YOU TWO WERE ACTING WEIRD!? YOU'RE CHEATING ON ME WITH MY BEST FRIEND!?" I yell til my throat hurts and he yells over me to try to "explain".

"It was P—" Kori starts to speak but anger blazes through me and I quickly interrupt her.

"Do NOT say shit to me or I will break my foot off in your ass, don't FUCKING try me—"

"Brielle, listen! It's not her fault! Or mi—"

My voice lowers to a dangerous volume, my eyes narrowing, "Are you seriously sticking up for her?"

His jaw clenches and I feel more tears fill my eyes as my fists ball, "I'm gonna—"

"You're not going to do shit, Brielle." Koriand'r has the nerve to speak again and when I look at her, her expression is angry and her eyes are glowing green: the warrior side is out.

Jason steps between us when I move towards her, "I dare you to. I fucking dare—"

"Brielle, you don't want to fight Starfire. You'll lose." Jason tries to warn until I lick my lips and nod, reaching into my bag for my sniper and taking it out.