It Takes One to Know One [Jason Todd x Reader]

7 // Gucci Gang

"My, my. How can I resist you?" Jason's voice was far too close to your ear and you snorted. "Seriously?"

"Sorry, babe. You walked right into that one."

"You know," you heard Tim from beside you speak up. "You really did walk face first into that."

You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving Tim before the two of you started tippity tapping on your respective computers. You were to be the eyes and ears, snagging intel to give to the boys; Tim was to break down any security checks and override requests, hacker voice I'm in nerd things that you didn't know a lot about. Jason? Well he was just armed and ready as a watch guard for you and Tim. And Roy? He was finishing scrapping together a better signal receiver for Tim's laptop. To be able to reach those long wavelength frequencies that he needed to transmit data to the big bat and his little birds was one of the more important tasks. Communication is key, especially in situations like this one.

ACE Chemicals was no joke, you knew that much. Although, not being from Gotham certainly kept a lot of details away from you. All you knew of the place was rumors, and honestly? With how fucked up things in this city may be? It's for the best it stayed with just the rumors. Too many details and you wouldn't be able to sleep again. Ever, probably. It was unclear. The rumors of ACE were some of the more wild accusations you'd heard while in Gotham. Apparently, it's where Joker became the Joker—he fell into a vat of some nasty shit (carcinogenic pesticide or something) and basically had his skin melted off kinda sorta? Whatever the case, it's the reason why his coloring is so weird and his head so fucked due to lack of oxygen.

With Tim bypassing security measures at ACE, you tapped into the police radio and listened to it while having streetlight cameras playing their footage. Something in the corner of one of the frames caught your eye, two men and a blacked out SUV. It was a parking garage cam from across the street from ACE. You flagged Jason over with a wave and pointed, zooming in on the footage. The SUV had some sort of sticker on the back, and the men had masks over their faces that were vaguely reminiscent of Death Eaters from Harry Potter.

"They're heading back, can you rewind it and see when they first got there?" His voice sounded a little tight, and the hand he set on your shoulder was heavy. You knew he knew something, and that these two weren't just any two guys. With a nod and a few keystrokes, the footage rewound, and you and Jason watched a gruesome sight of the men in black carrying a man in restraints, handing him over to a group in lab coats.

"Do you know who they could be?" You inwardly cursed at how small your voice sounded.

Tim leaned over to look for himself, sucking in a sharp breath at the sight of the masks. "Jason, could Black Mask be mixed up with this too?"

"Roman. That son of a bitch is supposed to be dead."

"When do dead villains ever truly stay dead?"

Jason was a cocktail of emotions, you could tell by the angry look on his face that he had pointed in Tim's direction. Note to self, tense Jason's take jokes literally.

Jason spoke up again, "if Black Mask is involved, then we need to move to a safe house. He has a whole team of hire-to-kill mercenaries who could track us down in an instant." He nudged you and continued, "go pack a back, Roy and I will get your gear."

You popped out of your seat, vaguely aware of the boys filling Batman in on what was just seen and your new plan of action. With quick work you shoved together enough clothes to last you a few days, and any necessities. Worst comes to worst, Jason has stuff you can steal. His clothes, although way too large, were super comfy. You slung the duffel bag over your shoulder and slipped on some shoes, you took one last look at the room, making sure you didn't forget anything. No? No. You're good.

You met the boys at the door, the four of you piling into the pickup truck Roy had recently bought off a shady dude on Craigslist, and began driving to the nearest hideyhole. Everyone was still in civilian clothes and incredibly tense, the ride completely silent as everyone kept their eyes peeled for trouble.

And then it happened all too fast.

Tim yelled Roy's name, Jason yanked the steering wheel. Something barreled into the side of the truck, nearly tipping it while Roy slammed on the accelerator. Then you were moving, fast. Tim's hand pushing your head down below the window, a gunshot, the sound of glass breaking.

You had transcended past panic and into calm fear. You didn't know what was going on, but that was okay. This is fine. It's not like somebody almost shot you.

"What the hell," you could hear Roy panting between words, "was that?"

Jason called your name, ignoring Roy's question and reaching over the back of the front seat to cup your face. "You okay?"

Your eyebrows furrowed and you nodded. "Why aren't they chasing us?"

"Because we look like normal people, there's a system for causing trouble in Gotham. Scrape the normal people, it calls out the heroes, then decimate the heroes. Or at least go down trying."

"Hey what the fuck?" Tim pinched Jason's arm, "that is NOT how it goes, and you'll only scare them more!"

"Nah, we Gucci-" you were cut off by the truck stopping.

"We're here, let's go."

Shock was one hell of a drug, and you were more than aware that you were dazed. Your eyes slid over the tail of the truck, it looked like shit, and suddenly you were glad you were pushed down and manhandled during the collision. Ignorance is bliss, and not knowing was probably best.