Broken (Jason Todd x OC)

20. Return

=--Allison--=

It has been exactly three hours since my almost capture, and my safe return home.

In those three hours, I have changed, eaten, and taken a nap. Now I am on my way to Bruce's house to use his aerial room.

I have no idea if I will be allowed passed the doorstep, or even the gate, considering I left without warning, but I may as well try.

I step over a crack on the sidewalk, looking at my feet as I walk. Today seems to put a downer on my mood.

As does every day.

I bump shoulders with someone and almost out of habit reach my hand in their pocket. I feel something and carefully grab it, slipping my hand out and into my own pocket, and continue walking.

I get some distance between us and wait to see if he noticed anything was missing. Some people are extremely aware when something goes missing, so it is always good to be cautious.

Once I know they didn't notice, I bring my hand from my pocket to see what I got.

Wow.

There is an expensive envelope, with neat writing on the front. It is addressed to someone with a long name that I don't bother to read, and instead, I slip the envelope back into my pocket for later.

I distract myself for the rest of the walk by humming a tune in my head and inconspicuously walking to the beat of the music. I might have looked stupid for walking at a funny pace, but I felt cooler doing it.

I frowned when the gate came into view, having forgotten about it until now. I weigh my options for what to do in this situation, trying to find the best outcome.

If I hit the buzzer then Alfred would know I was here, so would everyone else, and they might reject me or make me walk back.

Or I could go over the fence and straight to the back door, near the garden. I learned that nobody really passes through that part, and it is rare for people to go to the garden. Considering Bruce and Dick barely go there, Alfred cleans their less as well.

I stop a few feet away from the gate and stare at it, decide on my decision.

I walk back until I reach a safe distance before running full speed at the gate. I jump up at the gate while moving forward and allow myself to practically fly at it. As I near it I also get higher, so I reach out with both hands and grab it, but allow myself to continue moving from the jump as long as possible.

I spread my legs apart as I am almost over the top of the gate and keep my firm hold on the bar. This allowed me to go over the top of the gate, so I push off the gate, practically throwing myself away from it.

I reach the ground in a crouch position, to distribute the force of the landing, and put my hand down on the ground in front of me to keep myself steady.

Being crouched felt extremely uncomfortable, but I stayed still. I felt cool, in the pose, with the building in front of me, and Gotham's crazy streets behind me.

I worse black, ripped at the knees, skinny jeans. Not to mention I had on a tank top with a flannel over it, which could have gotten stuck on the gate. My hair was blowing in the city wind as I held my position, just letting myself enjoy the moment.

I heard a door opening and tensed up, running towards the back gardens, I ran behind a bush, and cringed, when I felt thorns. I looked down to see I was in a rose bush and was getting hit by the seemingly innocent flower.

I stayed in the bush for a minute, not really getting bothered by the thorns. Yes, they hurt, but I have felt greater pain, this was more of an inconvenience and annoyance.

Once I knew it was safe I got up and headed for the door, opening it quietly. This door was almost always unlocked, at least I haven't found a time yet where it was locked.

I slipped inside closing the door behind me, making sure it didn't make a sound. My combat boots hit the ground ever so softly, not leaving a print, not making a sound. I got to the corridor that held my aerial room and tensed.

Something isn't right.

I do a full turn and look for what could be happening but spot nothing. So with cautious steps, I got towards the door, and silently enter the room. I turn on the lights and look around, noticing how nothing has changed.

I take my time walking towards the bureau to decide what to wear, and what to do.

When I finally reach it I grab a black outfit, it is one of the shorter ones, but I decided against wearing anything under it, figuring this routine won't be that bad. I put my hair up and go to the chest, deciding to change the silks for this routine.

Once I am done I head to the speakers and look for the song I want to use. It takes me a minute since I forgot the name of it, but I eventually find it.

Setting the timer for the song, I walk towards the lights and play with them a little. Soon enough most of them turn off, and just the ones near the silk are on. Satisfied, I walk back to the silk and start the routing, just as the music starts.

Soon enough I am lost in the music and notice nothing but my own movements and the silk.

I allow myself to feel the music and flow with the rhythm.

But all too soon the routine ends.

I stand there for a minute next to the silks and decide on my next move.

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Soon enough I find myself in a new outfit standing next to white silks looking for my next song. With all the choices it is surprising I can find any music on the phone, but it must be organized somehow.

Finally, I find the song and quickly set the delay, eager to start the routine.

This one is always fun to perform, even though it is a slower routine.

I start the routine before the music starts, so I am ready for it.

Again, I get lost in the routine.

This one is calmer, and more interesting, making it fun to perform.

When the song finishes, instead of sliding down the silk I do something else. I climb up it and sit on the platform. I dangle my legs over the side and kick them a little, watching them move.

With a sigh, I stand up and slowly walk towards the rope. I stand looking away from the edge, so the drop and the rope is behind me. I slowly bend back, basically getting into a bridge position, except there is no ground below my hands. Since there is no space for my hands, I drop off the edge. I grab onto the rope once I am over the edge, and allow my legs to dangle. I then slide down the rope and let go towards the end so I land on the ground.

For a second I imagine my parents in front of me, congratulating me, and telling me how proud they are. But then I hear the sound of the door slamming open, and they are gone.

Again.

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Soooo... Long time no see. These chapters are getting harder to write since I have to write most of them on my phone. My computer is acting funny so for now, updates might be slow.

I will be making a few updates here and there. Amber Heard isn't Allison because im indecisive and young and changed my mind.