Bat Family Oneshots

Crush On Jason Todd / RedHood x Reader

Summary: Bruce is a dick and Jason storms away. You are the only one following him.

Warnings: eh, light smut? You make out; basically it's nothing, slight angst

Note: (Y/A) = your alias

"We have to–"

"No!"

Jason tried to help. He just wanted to help, but Bruce pretended he had just killed someone, what he didn't, like Jason's judgment was not good enough to be considered.

"He will escape!"

"You are not part of the team anymore, Red Hood. Stand down!"

This felt like a punch right in the gut. Jason stood there, looking at Bruce who turned to Dick, what made Jason's throat tighten even more. The world around him blurred and his heart ached with pain and rage.

You watched him. Suddenly the bat on your chest burned and you wanted to rip it off, throw it to the ground and quit.

You stepped forward, searching for words that were pouring from your brain and disappear. You couldn't understand how Bruce didn't notice how much it hurt Jason, the uncontrollable anger that rose and was about to spill out of him.

Jason's jaw tensed. Fine, he thought and just ran. He ran and jumped from roof to roof, not checking if it was safe. No one cared about him anyway, right? He was alone in this city, in this world.

Alone in death. Alone in life.

Would they even notice if he'd die, again.

Probably not.

"No one wants to go after him?!" You shouted at everyone, but mostly Bruce. He gave you a quick levelled look and it pushed you over the edge. "You're an extra asshole today, Bruce. Screw you." And with that you followed Jason.

You thought Jason was funny, you didn't know him well, though and yes, you had developed this little crush on him, but this now was something else.

This was anger and fear.

Anger about Bruce's behavior and fear that one day he might treated you just like Jason today.

And you never wanted to witness that.

Jason was a few feet ahead of you now. "Jason, stop!" You yelled, but he ignored you, pushing even harder. You look ahead of him and a wave of panic broke free. "STOP!" You knew he wouldn't make that jump and you were sure he knew that too what made it even sadder.

You acted swiftly, reaching for your grappling gun.

You shot and made it pull you what gave you speed.

Jason jumped, but you just made it in time to grab his arm, swinging the two of you in a half circles and crashing into the sixth floor of some office building.

You laid beside him in the sharp pieces of shattered glass. Your cheek was cut open, blood dripping down to your jaw.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He growled. Jason was holding his upper arm, trying to rub the dull pain from landing away.

You scoffed. "With me? You were jumping... jump– jumping into death!" You wanted to sugar coat it, but were at a loss of words once more. He didn't, right? He wouldn't just want to die again?

"And?" Jason laid his head down, mask facing the ceiling. "My decision."

"Thought since you knew how it is to die you tried to avoid doing it again." You mumbled indignant. It just frustrated you.