Life with Red

My Fault. (1)

Summary: Reader blaming herself for not Saving Jason. She disappears after his death.

Warning:...uhhh.. Language..? Angst? I'm not sure

Key Words:
(Y/N) - Your Name
(Y/E/C) - Your Eye Colour
(Y/H/C) - Your Hair Colour
(Y/H/L) - Your Hair Length
(Y/V/N) - Your Vigilante Name

Word count: 1054

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Normal Pov

"HA HA HA HA HA" The laughter echoed throughout the abandoned Warehouse, The green haired Clown seeming to have caught himself a new Toy to play with.

Thud. Smack. Crack. Grunt.

Four of the only sounds he seemed to make, Everything was painful, Breathing, Twitching, Even Keeping his eyes open. He was still hopeful, he knows He will be Saved, He knows you and Bruce are on your way. He knows this wasn't his last day. Or maybe that's just what he said to himself. A small hope and reassurance for himself.

"So champ.. let's make a quick survey.. which hurts more? A." Thud. Crack. "Or B?" Smack. Grunt. "Forehand...or Backhand?" The maniac asked, Swinging his crowbar around the boy's body as if he was just a sack of pillows

He was positive his Ribs was all broken. as time passes his lungs feel as if they were burning and burning and slowly deteriorating.

Seconds felt like Days. Minutes felt like Weeks. Hours felt like Months, He was starting to loose hope, His body Sore, when Joker stopped hitting him, he felt relieved yet.. scared.

When Joker left the Warehouse, he thought this was his chance to escape, his whole body mangled and barely functioning, he crawled towards the doors, looking for his small silver lining. Hoping that the Maniac would have left it unlocked. It wasn't. Leaning on the door he closed his eyes.

As he did so, he saw bright (Y/E/C) pupils staring at him, the bright light of his messed up life, infront of him, her (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) flowing through the breeze, she smiled at him as he smiled back, her mouth opened, he craved for her loving voice telling her everything was alright, that he was safe and sound, that this was just a dream, yet the only sound that came out her lips was

Beep..Beep...Beep..

He opened his eyes facing Reality once more, he was still inside the disgusting warehouse. scanning the room, he found the Beeping sound, his eyes widened at what he had found. A ticking bomb

10...9...8...7...

That's when he accepted it, he accepted the fact that He couldn't be saved, he won't get to hear her sweet voice for one last time, He inhaled one last time, closing his eyes as he was engulfed by the explosion.

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Meanwhile

The woman he longed was only a few steps away from the warehouse, her eyes glimmering a bit at the sight of it "..Don't worry Jay, i'm almost there.." She assured herself as if she was talking to Jason himself, yet it seemed she was too late, it all happened in a blink of an eye, now where the Warehouse was, became rubbles of rocks with fire around it, Her chest tightened at the sight

Quickly running towards the pile of rubble, she dug and dug until she was face to face with his Body, his body Seemed to not have been fazed by the explosion at all, Yet as she checked for a pulse, she had just found none, her breath hitched, hands shaking, she turned on her comm "...Batman.. (Y/V/N) here... I found Robin.." her voice broken, tears threatening to spill through her mask. she pulled Jason's body out of the Rubble and waited for Bruce to pick them up. she sat next to his body, pulling her hair and hitting her head lightly "I-if only I came earlier.. If only I followed him..He would have still been alive.. I would have told him.. t-told him that I.."She began to murmur to herself, The small memory of them together flashing before her eyes. His voice ringing inside her mind.

"Do you think we can have that White Fence life?" Jason asked the girl next to him, a smile painted on his lips as he looked up the starlight with her, "If it's possible.. would you like to spend that Kind of life with me?" He asked as he gripped her hand lightly, the girl smiled at him, her sweet smile seeming to not fade. "Ofcourse Jay. If I were to spend that kind of life with someone. It would have to be you" The answer made the man smile even more, they both stayed there at that small hilltop at the nice side of Gotham before both of them went to patrol.

"Oh Jay, I'm so sorry" She croaked hugging his cold body "This is all my fault.. Now you won't even have that happy life you once imagined.. I'm sorry Jay.. i-i'm sorry..." It seemed the only thing she could say that say was how sorry she was. She felt responsible for his death, that if she came sooner, she could have saved him, He wouldn't be laying on her lap cold and not breathing, She would have seen him smile once again and give that usual witty comment that he gives. She wouldn't be this broken, never ending tears wouldn't have fell on his body like this.

Once Bruce arrived, he was just silent, She knew he was also Regretting not coming sooner, not finding him quicker, he picked up his body and looked at (Y/N), indicating that He will meet her at the Cave. As the Batmobile drove off, The female soon rode her Motorcycle and drove the opposite road. And that was the last Bruce, Dick and Alfred saw of (Y/N). They thought she would atleast come to his Funeral, yet she didn't. She left Gotham for a while. She left the vigilante life aswell, She took his death as a sign that everything she was doing was wrong and that Leaving Gotham was the right thing to do, and that's what she did.

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A/N: Welp- this was kinda long, I'll make a 2nd part maybe.. Thanks for reading ^-^