Drunk Texting | T. Drake ✔

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The door was being knocked upon rather impatiently and judging by the impatience Helena knew exactly who it could be. Crushing the cigarette she had been smoking, she got up from the couch and opened the door.

She wasn't surprised to see Jason or rather Red Hood, standing out there. But seeing who he was carrying had surprised her. But she said nothing just then as she stepped aside to let him in and cleared up the couch so he could place Irina down on it.

By the time she had locked the door and returned, Jason had taken off his helmet and his face indicated that he was both exhausted and anxious at the same time.

Helena looked down at the unconscious figure of Irina Luthor, raising an eyebrow at him skeptically.

Jason merely shook his head in reply, grabbing a half empty bottle of alcohol from her kitchen, downing it in a huge gulp.

She could see that whatever had happened had been terribly draining for both of them. So she decided to give him enough time to tell it all to her by himself. While she busied herself in checking Irina for any fatal injuries.

"I couldn't think of anywhere else to go," he spoke up at last, "so I brought her here."

"I figured," she replied, covering her with a blanket, "what happened to her?"

"Remember the Luthor case I had mentioned once? Well, we were supposed to hold Lex back but his own suit malfunctioned resulting in his death. But the media has been spreading the propaganda that he was killed by us."

"I saw the news," she shrugged, "they're assholes who'd even sell their souls for a rating." She had started to treat her injuries, placing a cold swab on her forehead as Irina had been burning up in fever by then. She had begun to treat the rest of the wounds as well by applying tincture and bandaging the cuts.

"Since Irina had no idea what had actually happened, she went to the crime scene and found her father's dead body. Of course she blamed us and wanted revenge, but Tim being the absolute dumbass that he is, went off to face her on his own."

"Oh," she looked up at him noticing that the flush had started to rise on his neck from the liquor that he was downing in his system, "put the bottle back, Jay, no more drinking right now."

Without any argument, he placed the bottle on the table, leaning his head back as if exhausted, "and the little bitch didn't tell her who he really was... He let himself get beaten up. Dick and Dami had taken him away but I'm sure they'll be in some hospital by now. His injuries weren't minor enough to be just treated by Dr Thompkins."

Helena looked back at Irina in sympathy, "I bet she's reduced to such a state after finding out about Tim."

"She was devastated," he replied vaguely, "trust me, Helena, I've never before seen anyone like that and it shook me up badly."

She checked her forehead, "she's burning up in fever."

"For a second I was scared that she was going to die from the guilt," he mumbled, "she lost consciousness but kept repeating those damn three words: I hurt him. And believe me when I say that I've never felt more worried for anyone my whole life."

She gently took his hand in hers, squeezing it in a reassuring gesture, "after going through so much her reaction was bound to be like that, she will take some time to get back to normal."

Jason was worried about her too but his mind was flickering towards Tim as well. He wanted to know whether he was okay or not.

"Helena, can you do me a favor?"

"Shoot."

"Can I leave her with you for some time? I have to check up on Tim as well."

She nodded, "fine. Let me know how he's taking it."