Remember Me (Jason Todd x reader)

chapter 4 - The accident

It's been almost 2 weeks since he passed. Everything was more or less back to normal, but there was a solemn atmosphere in the air. Dick went back to blüdhaven a week after. Barbara came to vist us sometimes. Bruce and Alfred acted normally but I could feel their grief.

And me? I couldn't cope. I spent most of my days locked up in my room mostly to be alone. I had used up all my tears, leaving my eyes dry. I barely slept, everytime I closed my eyes, I see him smiling at me and that's what usually triggers my tears in the beginning. But I promised everyone I'll be strong, I'm just going through the stages of grief. I'll be fine..ill be fine.

Almost a month since his death, I was never the same. I become more impulsive. Snapping at people, yelling, I became angrier. Frustration built up inside of me, and it suddenly broke loose, a week before Christmas.

I suddenly turned my anger towards the joker. He was still on the loose since the explosion. And I was gonna find him. He killed Jason and he was going to die for it.
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I had been secretly sneaking out of the house lately, tracking down the joker. And that night, the night that changed my life forever, I found him. I went down towards the batcave and passed by Jason's old robin suit. I gently touched the cool glass.

"Just wait a little longer Jay. I'll avenge you. Mark my words."

I stole the Robin costume and headed my way towards joker's hideout.

He was hiding out in an abandoned wing of Arkham. I grappled up to the roof where an air vent was available for my use. I crawled in and watched the joker and his goons loading a variety of weapons into a room, through a grid.

"Come on boys the faster we get these new toys to the supply room, the more time we can prepare to have fun in gotham's streets!" His malicious voice rang through the high ceiling room.

I gritted my teeth and kicked down the grid. The men stopped whatever they were doing and stared at me in surprise.

"You aren't going anywhere joker. You and I have some unfinished business." I pounded my fist against my palm.

"Oh my! Robin?! What a surprise! There's more of you!" Joker gave a sinister smile. "Well I guess I have to get rid of you like I did with that boy."

I yelled in outrage and charged. His henchmen came at me but I took them all down one by one, but not as fast and efficient as I hoped. I endured lots of hits and barely won the fight, with my wits.

I turned to face joker, spitting out some blood that was starting to trickle down my lips.

"Bravo! What an amazing shingding performance! Though I must admit, you seem more fun than that boy blunder. Always groaning when I hit him. It always spoils the fun." He walked towards me menacingly. He pulled out a small knife from his purple coat pocket. "Lets play pumpkin, it'll be fun. Loser dies!" He laughed.

I coughed out some more blood. I felt my body getting tired. I've never been through field training before. Maybe I had bitten more that I could have chewed, but it was too late to back out now. Joker was right in front of me and this was my only chance. I picked up a broken pipe one of the goons had dropped earlier and stood in a defensive stance.

Joker charged at me at full force. I held up my pipe with both hands and deflected the knife's blade. But I was too slow. He punched my gut with his other hand causing me to cough up more blood. My vision blurred as I stepped back. He carried on to thrust and swing the blade in my direction and I tried to dodge as much as I could. The last swing strucked my cheek and a bit of my mask's fabric. I panted heavilyas my legs was forced to collapsed from the weight of exhaustion, sweat trickled down my blood streaked face.

Joker started laughing. "Wow, I must hand it to you kiddo. You are pretty mediocre, but you have spunk. It's a shame that enthusiasm is going to be the death of you." He charged at me, before I had a chance to do anything.

At that moment, a black figure burst through the window above me. It was Batman. Shit. He jumped in front of me and blocked joker's knife. He grabbed his arm and kicked him back into a stack of crates.

Bruce grabbed me by the arm and forced me up. "What were you thinking?! You snuck out, stole the uniform and tried to handle the joker on your own?! Do you realise how dangerous this was?" His body was shaking from rage.

I yanked my arm away. "Yes I am aware! But what could I have done? You wouldn't have done anything would you?! You wouldn't have killed that bastard for Jason! So I'm doing the job for you."

"You know this isn't what we do (y/n)!" Bruce yelled.

I flinched. The sudden realisation of what I was doing hit me harder than punches. I hung my head down and started crying. Something I hadn't done in a while. "I'm sorry...." I muttered.

Bruce walked towards me, arms outstretched. I leaned into his embrace. It felt nice. It's been a while since he hugged me. We stood there for a while and I noticed a dark figure sneaking up behind him.

"Batman watch out!" I pushed him out of the way and pain exploded in my skull. My body crumpled to the ground. The last thing I saw was Joker holding a metal bat, his laughter echoed through my mind.

After that, my world went dark and everything I once knew slipped away with the darkness.