Strip ~ Jason Todd x Reader

Part 1: Chapter 3

Y/N POV

"Listen pal I don't know if you were listening but I never agreed." I pointed out, he just shook his head.
"The look in you eyes said it all, and here take all the money up front. And if you don't show up it's fine. You'll still be $2500 richer, just missing out on the best sex of your life." And with that he ran out of the room. I looked down at the napkin he had wrote on. I stuffed it in my bra along with money and walked out to start serving sleazy men there drinks once again wondering if Jason was really as good as he claimed to be.

I was sitting in the dressing room drinking Irish Car Bombs from shot glasses since the bar tender refused to just put it in a cup for me. I was delighted as I sat there letting the Irish cream mixed with vodka and beer run down my throat. Some people would say I have a drinking problem, I think I have a sober. I get anxious and sad when I sober, so I decided to just always be drunk life is a lot easier that way. I was on my fifth shot when someone took my tray away.

"Damn girl, you gonna die of alcohol poisoning before my pa is sentenced to death row." Now I could be deaf and still recognize the voice of my friend Suga. We started around the same time but she has always been more confident than me. I used to ask her how she was able to be so sure of herself and she would always say, "I'm big, I'm black, I'm beautiful. An' if a hoe don't think so they be trippin' over all the lies they tellin'." She just didn't care, you'd say she looks bad in the jeans she was wearing and she say, "Well then why I see staring, you know you like it. I make a straight girl go gay baby, I'm sweet as suga so don't even step up to me." I finally looked at the woman in front of me to she drinking my shots.
"Yeah well I'm a grown ass woman who knows how to hold me alcohol."
"Don't worry baby I know, but I don't think yo grown ass woman body can handle your kidneys failing." I rolled my eyes taking my tray back. "So why you drinkin' this, whats on your mind?" She asked pulling the tray back from me, hitting my hand in the process.
"Their's some hot guy who wants to fuck me." I sighed,
"Okay bitch I'm sorry but I don't understand why you're upset about this."
"He gave me money and as address. I mean what if I go and it turns out he's some crime lord murderer guy!"
"And he might be, but you said he was hot and you need some action girl! Ever since you an' Parker split. I mean damn he was an asshole who probably had a tiny dick!"
"But still I don't want to be some slut getting payed to sleep with guys!"
"But you're okay being a slut dancing on poles and dry humping and grinding on guys for money?" She had a point, she usually did. I sighed it seemed so simple the way she talked about it,  I need another drink so I can think this through.
"I mean you're right but if I'm going to do this I'll need weed. Get me high before I go there." I stated looking her dead in the eye. She rolled her eyes and sighed, "Fine but not a lot, I still want you to be able to get there." She put a little in a bong and lit it up. "You know you have a serious issue right?"
"Eh, I'll deal with it at a later time." I shook her off taking a hit from the bong. As I blew out smoke rings I felt myself relax before taking another hit.

About 10 minutes later I had gotten back to work serving guys their drinks until it was almost 2. I went back and grabbed my stuff. I slid a dress on over my outfit and left the building. As I stood in the alleyway I pulled the address out of my bra and looked at hit. Well here goes nothing. I recognized the neighborhood and began walking to his place.

I was about half way there when I felt someone grab onto me.

"Try anything and your dead." Now I'm a fighter and could totally kick his ass but I was in to much of a compromising position. He began to lift my dress when there was a gun shot. The man froze when I heard a gun cock.
"What do you think you are doing disrespecting a woman like this. I mean she is definitely fuckable but I don't think your her type." The man in the red helmet then shot the guy in the knee and came closer to me.
"You okay baby?" He said putting his hands on my waist. I went to knee in the crotch to feel he was wearing a cup.
"Get your hands off me creep." I pushed him away.
"Sorry Miss I thought someone like yourself would like my comfort."
"I don't need anything from you so leave."
"No thank you for saving your life. Whatever bitch."
"You know what? Fuck you! You are a pig who helps women and think they'll fuck you because you 'saved' them."
"Well, yeah. Women are on their knees the second they see Batman."
"Well last time I checked you're not Batman, Red Shit."
"Calm down hot cakes."
"Did you seriously just call me the name of a McDonald's breakfast item?!" He looked me straight in the eye and started laughing.
"Holy shit I did." He laughed out, I smiled a little seeing that he wasn't a total assface. "Well if you want I can help you where you're going, or I could take you back to my place." Even with his stupid helmet on I could see a stupid sly smirk appear on his face.
"Sorry Red Shit it'll take more than that."
"First of all its Red Hood and second of all I will buy you hot cakes if you come to my place." I smirked and looked him in the eyes, or where I'm guessing where his eyes would be.
"You know if you threw in some alcohol I might have agreed. We'll see you later Red Shit!" I announced walking away towards the address Jason gave me, a little sway in my hips as I walking just in case Sir Helmet Head decided to follow me.