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Jasonxreader 3

Part two!

Jason's love for you was stronger than his resentment for his father. He took you to Bruce Wayne's house- more like mansion-with a few bags packed of your stuff.

You two stepped up to the porch, and Jason knocked on the door with his fist.

"That outta wake him up." Jason sent you a wink.

You were too nervous to joke around. You were afraid to meet Bruce Wayne, because based off of what you heard from Jason and read in the news, he sounded very harsh and disciplined. He had to be, to run a multimillion business. You weren't even sure exactly what the business did.

A man, in a fancy dress shirt, opened the door with a slightly annoyed expression on his face. When he caught sight of Jason, his face completely transformed into a look of joy.

"Master Jason!" The man exclaimed. "You've come back!"

You looked to your boyfriend who was usually quite stoic, a blush was starting to for, on his cheeks.

"No, Alfred, I'm not.." Jason trailed off as the man you now knew as Alfred turned around and shouted into the house.

"Master Wayne! You will never believe who is here to see you!" Alfred's voice echoed all around the huge house. "And he's brought a girl!"

"Can we come in?" Jason asked, sending you an unreadable glance.

Alfred opened the door farther to make room for you two to enter. "Shall I carry your bags, madam?" He offered a hand out to carry your luggage.

You looked down at your bag which was filled to the brim with your stuff. You didn't know how long you were going to stay so you packed everything. You handed him the bag.

"Did you say something about a visitor? And a girl?" A teasing voice came through the house. Bruce Wayne entered the room, a happy go lucky look on his face.

The expression fell serious as soon as Bruce laid eyes on Jason. You grabbed Jason's hand, unsure of what was about to happen.

Bruce and Jason had a stare off. Finally Bruce spoke.

"I didn't expect you." Bruce shoved his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.

Jason squeezed your hand while still giving Bruce a pointed glare. "I'm not here for me. I have something to ask you."

Bruce gestured into the living room. "Come in, sit down." Bruce took a look at you, it was the first time he noticed you were there. Jason's sudden reappearance had startled him.

You followed Jason into the living room. He sat down on the couch, and you sat next to him, with your hands clasped in your lap.

Bruce sat on the couch opposite the one you were on. "And what's your name?"

"I'm (y/n)." You said shyly.

"Oh yeah, that's right. There was that news article about you.." Bruce said, trailing off and turning his eyes to Jason.

"The news article is why we're here. Someone has sent this to her apartment," Jason searched his pockets for the letter, then pulled it out and handed it to Bruce. "Can she stay here until I've figured out who's sent it?"

Bruce studied the letter. "You don't think it's from the -"

"She doesn't know," Jason interrupted Bruce quickly. You looked at him, confused. He was on edge ever since he saw the letter, unusually so.

Bruce raised his eyebrows at Jason's sudden outburst and said nothing.

"I mean, she doesn't have an idea who sent it." Jason elaborated and you nodded.