Leaving

Leaving Part 3

When Y/N finally came to it, she felt pain on her back. Quickly she turned around only to hear cursing from Jason.

"Gosh dammint Y/N hold still" He said while grabbing a towel. She woke up before he finished her stitches.

"You are alive." She yelled even though he was next to him.

"Yes and you need to let me finish these stitches, which means holding still."

"How, why, what the fuck." She yelled.

"I will tell you the whole story if you let me finish."

Jason then told her everything from his death to the pit and coming back. He was planning on getting back at Bruce and told her that. The whole time he talked, she just sat there drinking in the sight of Jason. He was no longer tiny but rather bulky. Muscles were packed on his body. His black hair was just as messy as always. The blue eyes that she always fell for were now a hint of green. Yet that smirk he always had, the best part of him, was still there. He had it when bitching about how she couldn't stay safe. His voice no longer squeaky but deep and husky.

The rest of the night, the two of them had some beers and caught up. Y/N told him about her job and school. She told him about visiting his grave. Jason was touched that he felt someone cared. He wouldn't let it show instead gave her shit about wasting godo cookies that no doubted got stolen. She promised to bring him some for now since he could actually enjoy them.

That night Jason stayed the night on her couch. He claimed it was to make sure she didn't ripe her stitiches, but really it was nice to have a friend for a night. Neither really slept, instead talking. With the couch and bed not even five feet apart, it was almost like they were laying next to each other. In the morning she made him some breakfast. Well if poptarts were consider breakfast. He left right as she was getting read for work.

A pattern soon formed as he would show up after she got off at night. Usually it was to complain about how one should not walk home at 3am at night in Gotham. Typically she tuned him out since by then her feet hurt. Long hours of never sitting down really gets to one. She never told him that sometimes she took the late bus, afraid he would stop walking with her at night.

Soon she started bringing food home from work with her. Jason would munch down on it as soon as they got to her place. The two of them would stay up and talk all night like they were kids again. He loved her stories of everyone who came into the diner. There was never a shortage of stories that was for sure. Typically she talked and Jason listened. He liked that better since he didn't want to tell her everything about his life.

Sometimes he would be gone for awhile. Those nights the walks were long. The silence echoed in the bare streets as a reminder of the time before he came back to life. It was something she hoped never to return to. Him being back just reminded her how lonely she had allowed life to become.It was a joy to have someone there again. Instead of their chatter, the sounds of the neighbors arguing or making up echoes extra loud. Sounds she hadn't even realized before stood out. It was like everything was suddenly twice as loud. The worst was when he was gone for a few months at a time.

Then one night he came stumbling in covered in blood. Barely coherent, she dragged him into her bathtub. Quickly she worked to undress him while getting a rag to wipe off the blood. A sigh of relief left her mouth once it appeared that most the blood was his. Minus a few scratches here and there he was good. A smile crept on her face thinking of what the sorry suckers must look like. Hopefully it teaches them to take on the Red Hood. If she remembered right, he was after a drug ring that dealt to kids.

She removed the rest of his clothes minus his boxers and turned the water on in hopes of getting all the blood off him and maybe getting him to wake up. As she took his under shirt off, she noticed the scars that decorated his body. It was painful reminder of what he did and that once upon a time he was really gone. She tried to push the thoughts back from her mind as she worked on cleaning him.