Titans Oneshots & Imagines!!

Jason Todd - Helpless

My sister made her way across the room to you
And I got nervous, thinking
"What's she gonna do?"
She grabs you by the arm, I'm thinkin'
"I'm through"
Then you look back at me and suddenly I'm helpless!

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Gotham City was usually alive at night, but not like this.

A new club had opened downtown, and your friends and you had decided to check it out.

Well, your friends were desperate to go, and had decided last minute to drag you along.

They'd shoved you into some party clothes after having forcefully removed the tub of ice-cream from your death grip, shoved your feet into some shoes and basically kicked you out of the door and onto the streets.

To be honest, you had never really been the clubbing type, - typically not a fan of drunk sweaty strangers grinding on each other - but you eventually decided 'fuck it' and to have some fun for once.

However, your friends had failed to mention before they got to the bouncers at the door that you were entering the building illegally as minors in an adult club. Had they told you that before, you probably would have stayed home and either continued studying, or binge-watched Teen Wolf for the tenth time alone in your room.

Your friends, (F/n1) and (F/n2), were eager to get to the dancefloor and party once they were permitted inside. You, however, wanted nothing more than to shrink into a corner and wait for the night to be over.

The heavy doors were pushed open to reveal the rather grand interior, with steps leading down to the packed dancefloor where the mass of bodies danced beneath a veil of white smoke, occasionally lit up by multi-coloured flashing lights. To the left lay round, classy tables and chairs of red velvet, and to the right the bar and a few more chairs and tables. All these sat atop a wood flooring, dark and polished so it reflected the lights streaming from the dancefloor below.

"Where are we again?" You asked, slightly dumbfounded and having to shout to be heard over the bass and synths.

"It's called Puppet Master's. Apparently they pump hallucinogens into the air vents." (F/n2) stated, blunt as always.

"I'll see you guys later." (F/n1) announced, obviously having already caught the eye of someone on the dancefloor, and gliding down the stairs to meet them.

(F/N2) had been staring off to the dimly-lit left side since they'd arrived, and was about to leave aswell but you grabbed them by the arm.

"Please don't leave me." You begged.

"Chill out, man. I'll be right back, could you just go and get us some drinks?" (F/n2) didn't wait for your reply, leaving you to your own devices in a place you really didn't want to be.

Sighing deeply through your nose, you made your way to the bar, pausing to laugh to yourself as you managed to spot (F/n1) already sandwiched between two people and looking like they were having the time of their life. You didn't think they would be rejoining you anytime soon.

"Two waters, please." You huffed as you plopped myself on a barstool, as far away from everyone else as possible.

Looking to the other side of the balcony trying to see (F/n2), you swivelled on the bar stool absentmindedly and almost fell off as your eyes snagged on somebody, suddenly completely transfixed on the individual who just stepped through the wooden doors.

He was gorgeous: his perfectly lean frame topped with a face chiseled by God himself, and a cute mess of dark hair as the cherry on the cake. What really struck you, though, was the fact that he looked to be about your age.