Killing Machines
Imagine having a
Fear of gunsWhen he's Red Hood
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You were never around when Jason used his weapons, so you never really thought you'd have to tell him. You hated guns. That was the truth.
When you were young, you and your parents were caught in the middle of a gang shootout. They died, but the memory of their death lived on in your head. Jason had no idea of your fear and you'd made sure he will never find out. Until today.
A well-known gang found out that you were one of the Red Hood's "acquaintances" and decided to pay you a visit.
"You know, you're a pretty thing," one of the men slurred, lips inches away from your ear.
You jerked away, trembling in fear."Look, boss, I think the "pretty thing" is scared," chills ran down your spine with each word that escaped his mouth.
You sat in a chair in your dining room. They didn't bother tying you up and as much as you wanted to try to escape, you were outnumbered and out-skilled.
One of the men came up beside you, "How do you think Red would feel if we had a little fun?" The man ran a hand down your shoulder.
"Don't touch me," you jerked away yet again.
The men laughed, "And you're funny? No wonder the Red Hood likes you so much."
You don't know where it came from, but rage filled you and you screamed at them, "When he gets here, the Red Hood will kick your asses!"
One of the men pushed the gun to your head, "Don't fucking talk to us like that!" He pushed it harder against your temple, "Do you understand?"
You shook your head, quivering in fear as he moved the gun away from you. You then shut your eyes in an attempt to keep your panic in, but it only seemed to get worse the more the minutes passed by.
Suddenly the sound of the door being kicked in was heard, then the click of a gun, making you open your eyes. "You have five seconds before I shoot each of you in the head," Jason said in a robotic tone due to his helmet.
"Glad we could catch your attention, Red," one of the men spoke.
"Five," Jason counted.
"We're here to make a deal," another man broke in.
"Four,"
"Now, now," one of them pulled you up by the arm, making you gasp. He used you as a shield then put a gun to your head. You bit your bottom lip so hard you're pretty sure it bled, but you didn't know, your body was too numb to notic. Your breathing began to get rapid as he pushed the killing machine closer to your skull, "there's no need to count. Put the weapons down or else (Y/n) here gets a bullet in their head." Your eyes widened when you saw Jason place the guns on the kitchen counter. Was he really giving up?
"We're here to make a deal," one of the men repeated.
"I don't make deals," Jason growled clenching his fist, "let him/her go."
"You haven't even heard us out yet, Red," the man behind you gripped you tighter.
"I told you, I don't make deals." Suddenly Jason reached for the gun quickly and shot it in your direction. Before the man behind you could do anything, he was shot point blank in the head. You yelped, covering your ears, and quickly scrambling to hide behind the couch. After that followed many more of the ear-shattering shots.
You didn't even realize Jason had taken out the men or the fact that he had been crouched down in front of you trying to get your attention.
"(Y/n)?" His hands gripped your shoulders and shook you slightly. You continued to panic hiding your face in your knees and began to sob. "(N/n), what's wrong," Jason asked concerned.
You shook your head and wept more. Jason then pulled you close to his chest, hurt from seeing you act this way. You coiled into him and dug your face into the crook of his neck.
"Guns," you sobbed, "no guns. Please." Jason broke right there knowing that he was one of the causes of why you were frightened. It only made him hold you closer.
Ever since that day, he'd made sure that you never came in close contact with the man killing weapons.
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