Remember Me (Jason Todd x reader)

Chapter 1- The past

(13 years ago, 8 years before the incident)

"(Y/n)! Are you paying attention?!" My stepmother yelled. I blinked once, twice. Snapping out of whatever daydream I was having. I looked around digesting the situation I'm in. We were in a car. Father was sitting opposite me, looking down on the screen of a tablet. Stepmother was looking at me sternly, her face scrunched up in an angry glare. Judging from our formal wear and the sheen of sweat on their faces, we had just returned from some formal event.

Of course, stupid (y/n). How could you have forgotten that easily. I mentally slapped myself. I must have been pretty tired.

"(Y/n)! Why aren't you answering Me?!" Stepmother yelled. She was in her mid thirties. A rather beautiful woman on the outside, but her personality doesn't do her any justice. "Forgive me Stepmother, I wasn't paying attention." I apologized politely. It was a long day and I wouldn't want to suffer her inconceivable wrath.

"Insolent bastard." She muttered under her breath. Excuse me lady I'm not deaf. And did I mention that I'm the bastard child of my Father? My father had an affair and resulted in me being born. Stepmother was infertile and father needed an heir. So here I am in this suffocating car, I haven't seen my mother since.

"Now now, Elizabeth don't get worked up over such a small matter." Father said as his eyes continued to be glued on the screen. My father is the CEO of some big shot trading company in Gotham. Sometimes I wonder if he was ever present in my life.

"She's only a child, let her be."
"She's already turning 9 soon, we need to be harsher on her or she won't learn!"

I looked down on my dress as my parents continued to argue. It was the ugliest dress I've ever seen. Lace and frills? And this was the reason I could never make any friends at the charity galas. They become friends from similar interests such as laughing at my dress.

As the argurment was getting more intense, a loud gunfire was heard and the car swerved violently to the side of the highway.  I hit my head against the door, screams from my stepmother was heard. The smell of gasoline and smoke started to become stronger, I coughed hard, trying hard to breathe. My parents stumbled out of the car coughing violently. I tried to follow but I fell to the floor of the car. Before I blacked out, I heard gunfire.

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I woke up in a white room. Was I dead?

A nurse walked in and filled me in on the situation. She struggled to tell me that both of my parents didn't make it. I was an orphan now. Tears started to well up in my eyes.Before I knew it I started sobbing loudly. Not from losing both of them, but from losing everything that I had ever known. I felt empty.

I spent a few days in the hospital and during that duration i had been visited by multiple representatives and lawyers. But I didn't feel like talking to anyone and chased everyone out of the room. And then I received an unexpected visitor. Bruce Wayne.

"Hello (y/n)." I didn't answer.
"I heard that you told the orphanage staff to bug off?" He smirked. I turned to him and locked eyes with him. He had the hardest stare I've ever encountered, but underneath it all there was a hint of warmth.

"I also heard that you were a special girl, exceptionally clever. Is that right?" He pressed on.

"It depends on what you mean by clever." I replied coldly.

Bruce Wayne gave a small chuckle.

"How would you like to live with me. I think you'll be better off under my care than at an orphanage."

I blinked at him, confused. "Why would you take me in? I'm a bastard child. I have no worth."

Bruce just smiled. "You are more than that, (y/n). If you live with Me, I'll make sure that you'll see it." He held up his hand to me.

Without hesitation, I grabbed it.
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I was soon discharged. The lawyers brought me over to my old home to pick up my belongings. The house suddenly seemed so big and cold. I grabbed my personal stuff and walked out, giving one last look around the place. It was the last time I'll ever be here.

The papers for my adoption was sorted out during my stay at the hospital. So I was officially Bruce Wayne's ward. It suddenly felt like something out of a book. A new beginning. A new start to my life. It felt refreshing.

I was dropped off at the entrance and an old man in a suit opened the door for me. Bruce stood there giving me a warm smile. "(Y/n), This is Alfred, he's in charge of the house when I'm away." Alfred dipped his head at me. "Pleasure to meet you mistress (L/n)."

"Same to you Alfred. And (Y/n) is fine." I politely said.

"There's no need for formalities, we are going to live with each other for a while, speaking of which.." Bruce looked up at the grand staircase. "Jason come meet (y/n)."

A boy with her black hair emerged from the top of the staircase. His blue eyes bore straight into mine, suddenly I felt vulnerable.

"Jason meet (Y/n). (Y/n), Jason. She's going to live with us from now on." The boy, Jason glared at me. I hadn't realise that i was holding my breath.

"You didn't say a girl was going to live with us!" Jason raised his voice, sneering at me.

Wow what an ass. This was gonna be a rough new life.