Batfamily x Reader {Finished}

Jason x Reader-[Broken Plate]Pt2

⚠️Written on my phone I'm sorry for any spelling mistakes and shit like that.⚠️
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Four months. Four months since the break up. Since I've gone into hiding, I still live in Gotham and got a new job working  for the police force, K-9 unit  to be persist.

As far as I know Jason has left me alone and hasn't tried looking for me. But I it's Jason, he's probably keeping tabs if he's not at the end of another vodka bottle.

"Come on Y/N! Stop looking so down and get over him!" F/N says, "You've been staring at the blank television for like five minutes, you need to find a new man."

"I don't," I tell her as I turn to face her.

"I know this really nice bar uptown and it's singles night tonight so they're going to be a lot of good looking men there tonight." She cheerfully says.

"You know I don't trust the bars in Gotham let alone going out at night." I remind her.

"Oh well you'll be fine." She reassures me.
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As I stood awkwardly by the bar drinking my (Favourite soft drink) because no way in hell am I getting in a cab drunk, most kidnappings happen in cabs. Especially in Gotham, I'm staying as sober as possible.

As stood sipping silently a drink slid across the bar towards me, "It's from him." The bartender said as they pointed towards a young man with blonde hair.

He smiled at me before making his way over towards me, "I'm going to have to politely decline you're gesture." I told him.

"And why is that?" His voice was husky and barley audible over the music.

"Because I'm don't want to get drunk, you can smell the vodka and people don't normally add that much vodka in a drink unless they slip something into it, simple as." I tell him with a slight smirk present on my face.

"I insist, I would never slip anything into a drink." He says.

"My answer is no." I sternly say.

"I really do insi-" The man was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Dude, se said no clear off."

The blonde man turned around and swung his fist towards the figure.

The figure clasped the mans wrist and threw him over the bar and into the shelve of glasses.

"Oh my god! Y/N are you okay?" F/N exclaimed as she/he ran over towards me.

"Yeah I'm fine, thank you Jason. But I had it under control." I say as everyone stares at the dark hair man, "Was it a coincidence you're here or were you following me?"

"Coincidence, Dick convinced me to go out." He tells me.

F/N stared at Jason with a look of fury plastered on her/his drunken face, "Come on Y/N, let's get out of here." She/he said as she/he dragged me away.

"F/N we need to wait for the police to arrive to give a statement." I told her yanking my arm out of her grip and walking back over to the bar.

I hope over the counter and take the blonde mans pulse, I pull out my badge and show the bartender. I take the mans pulse, alive, before searching him for an ID.
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"Thanks again." I said to Jason.

"It's no problem Y/N, since when did you work for the police?" He asked me.

"Got the job after I left."

"Oh." Was all he said, guilt was present on his face.

"I'm sure she was better than me." I told him bluntly as mine and F/N cab pulled up.

"Are you sure you want to get in a cab?" He asked.

"Positive, never leave home without my firearm." I says as I slide into the cab, Jason closes the door behind me.

As me and F/N drive away home.
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A/N:
I will definitely do a part 3 at some point. Also I'm thinking about creating another one-shot book for another fandom, tell me if you'll be interested. I'm thinking about doing ATLA or Young Justice or HTTYD but IDK.
Please leave requests for me to write.

-Millie 💜