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Why does trouble always follow me?

Those were your bitter thoughts as you were brusquely pushed down. You looked up at the spikey haired guy in front of you, Molotov cocktail in hand as he laughed vociferously. “Look what the spider caught tonight!”

Your only mistake was trying to get some groceries to prepare your dinner. You had meant to do that earlier, right after work. But unfortunately, your boss had asked if you could cover for one of your co-workers. She had a medical appointment that she couldn’t reschedule, so you had stayed a couple extra hours until she showed up.

It was just your luck that when you were walking down the street, you had accidentally bumped into one of the silly clothed individuals. His vest held a few bottles, probably full of petrol, while his right hand held an already burning weapon as he glared at you through the messy white and black paint on his eyes.

Not wanting any problems, you had immediately apologized. It was of no worth, however, when a taller woman with short, dark hair approached you.

She had a knife on her hand and a wicked smile as she aimed it at you. Without much room to protest, you followed them to the nearest park, where they had set a sort of improvised camp. Big speakers blared rock music, and it was when you noticed the other two people – a man in his mid-forties, clutching a briefcase, and a young woman, probably a university student, sitting right next to him, face tear stained as she quietly sniffed. She must have been terrified. Actually you were, too.

That’s when they had roughly shoved you down. A soft grunt escaped your lips as you eyed the other two, hoping and praying the police would somehow be alerted of the situation.

But then, everyone you had passed when you had been dragged had run away.

You didn’t blame them.

Who would stay for a Freaks’ show in such a dark Gotham night?  

“What do you want from us?!” The man finally asked when one of the Freaks forcefully yanked the briefcase. He opened it, eyeing it disdainfully as he scattered all the papers that were inside.

“Argh,” He growled, glaring at him. “No money? Useless!”

You remained quiet, even after a woman with a very ugly pig mask come close to you. She giggled maniacally, pointing at another member of their band approaching. His weapon of choice, a bat, was tucked in a backpack he had been carrying. “I’ve got ‘em!”

The girl next to you whimpered, and you quickly grabbed one of her hands, quietly reassuring her. What else could you do? You had no means of defense against them.

The dim light that the light post above cast wasn’t enough for you to make out any possible item that could serve as a weapon.

The man that had been holding his briefcase yelled something when two of the Freaks approached him, but it was partially overlapped by the loud speakers. Did they set up more of them? It felt as if the music was drilling your brain, combined with the guffaws coming from the band of Freaks, you could feel the coming headache.

For the second time that night, you were forcefully grabbed, this time by the arm, as something akin handcuffs were put on your wrists, a device of sorts in the middle of them.

As a response, your tried to wriggle out of them, but the cool metal only bit at your skin the more you tried to struggle free. Knowing it was a lost battle, you stopped, before being hauled away from the other two. They were splitting you up, probably so that the police would have a harder time catching them.

You sat down on the pebbled floor, a bit hopeless about the situation as you stared at the device between your hands. It had a timer…

Was it a bomb?

What kind of cruel joke was this?

The timer wasn’t active yet, but you had no doubt they were going to eventually start it.

Somehow, you were able to hear a loud thump coming from your left. Your head immediately turned towards the source. Even with the speakers blaring and the yelling, you were sure you heard something.

You saw a feminine figure rapidly crouch down. A curtain of red hair framing her masked face as she met your eyes. It was a brief contact. She put her index finger over her lips, indicating you to be quiet.

You nodded, watching as she approached an unsuspecting Freak from behind, easily knocking him out.

Another thud was heard, this time from behind you, and you couldn’t resist as you turned to look. A much bigger figure had just dropped another of them. A red mask covered the entirety of his head, contrary to the partial mask from Batgirl.

The vigilantes had come to your help!

Happiness was a small word to describe what you felt.

They both worked in sync, taking care of them one by one. And soon only a couple of oblivious assailants were left.

Unfortunately for you, because c’mon, you couldn’t be that lucky, the guy guarding you had spotted one of his unconscious comrades. His first reaction was to leap at you.

You let out a surprised yelp when you noticed he hadn’t really gone for a hit, he had gone for the device on the handcuffs.

The timer started, and you let out a panicked scream, eyes desperately searching for the closest hero. “Red Hood!”

He turned in your direction, before dashing forward. The attacker was absolutely no match for him as he punched him square in the jaw, kicked him in the ribs, and for good measure, fired a bullet right into his face.

You looked up at him as he crouched next to you, tampering with the little device. A beep came from it, before the timer stopped, and the cuffs opened, falling to the ground.  

Before you could stop yourself, your arms had found his neck as you tightly hugged him. “Thank you so much! I thought… thank you!”

Barbara’s lips curled into a smirk as she stood behind you, arms crossed over her chest as she admired the unresponsive man. His hands hovered over your much smaller frame, as if afraid of hurting you, before settling for an awkward back pat.

“Yeah, just doing our job.” He answered after a moment. His voice betrayed how nervous he was. A wave of relief washed over him when you finally pulled away.

“We need to go.” Batgirl said then, turning her head when she heard the police sirens. The blue and red lights illuminating the otherwise dark sky an indication that they were close to the scene.

Without uttering another word, both of them used their grappling hooks, and disappeared into the darkness of the night just as a couple police cars pulled up.

Chapter Text

It wasn’t that Jason was afraid of going out alone.

But it was very uncomfortable whenever people would stare for too long at his scar.

It wasn’t a good memory – far from it.

Not even the Lazarus Pit could erase it.

It was a bitter reminder of who had tortured him. Of who had killed him.

He blamed the Batman for so long, so lost in his path of vengeance that he couldn’t see the Bat was grieving in his own way. So lost was he in the bloodshed, that it blinded him. He couldn’t see the way his brothers struggled, trying to make things better for him.

“Are you ready?” Tim’s voice interrupted his inner argument with, well, himself.

“Yeah. But we’re taking my car,” He snatched the keys that the younger male had been twirling on his index finger and threw them on the couch, showing him his own set of keys.

Robin pouted, placing his headphones over his head as he followed his older brother. Tim had informed the group about a fairly new bakery that had just opened midtown. During one of his patrols, Robin has saved a kind old man from being mugged. The old man tried to repay the favor, and although the young vigilante had refused, his interest was piqued when he mentioned owning a new bakery.

Not that he would ever admit it, but when Tim mentioned something about Nutella bread, Jason had wanted to check it out. Barbara was busy upgrading the Belfry’s systems, and Dick was currently in the Wayne tower, taking over Bruce’s place, so it only left the two of them.

He had thought about asking Alfred, but he was nowhere to be seen.

So when he entertained the idea, Tim had immediately agreed.

He had a big sweet tooth, but that was a secret he was going to take to the grave. Again.

On a different note, although Wayne manor had been destroyed in the explosion, Bruce still had a few cars scattered everywhere in warehouses around Gotham. Each of the vigilantes had picked a vehicle and Jason, who was into mechanic and cars, had chosen a classic. It wasn’t an old car by any means. It was a black 2017 Chevrolet Camaro SS V8. He had a feeling Bruce had handpicked it just for him, but they never got around to talk about it.   

Tim didn’t shut up for a single second during the ten minute ride.

He talked about their gear, his bullets, the night patrols, his bullets, the upgrades of the Belfry, his bullets, the destroyed Batcave, and oh yeah, his bullets.

“Fine!” He hissed as he parked the car, turning to glare at the smaller male. “I get it. I’ll look into it if it makes you feel better.”

“I’m just saying,” Tim raised his hands in mock surrender, “That you could adjust them a little, tiny bit.”

Jason didn’t comment further on that as he stepped out of the car and towards the bakery.

Indeed, it was a cozy, homey place. Not to mention, there were seldom any clients. A couple in a table in the far right, and a lonely old man that was furiously typing away at his laptop as he drank some coffee.

Tim immediately went for the counter, ringing the small bell to catch the waiter’s attention. Talk about old fashioned.

Dusting your hands in your apron, you met both males, giving them a smile. “Welcome to Buns and Roses!”

Jason stared at you for a moment. You were oddly familiar to him, but he couldn’t quite place where he’d seen you.

“I’ve heard you have the best Nutella bread EVER!”

Giggling at the youngster’s enthusiasm, you nodded with equal emotion. “The VERY best! But may I suggest our seasonal bread called Sweet Temptation, filled with Nutella and Chantilly cream?”

Okay that actually sounded very good.

“Two of those, please.” Jason ordered, without even waiting for the green vigilante to decide. He knew he wasn’t going to turn down such offer down, though.

“Oh, and a cup of hot cocoa!” Tim added as he skimmed over the menu items written on the chalkboard above the counter.

“Coffee for me.”

“Two delicious Sweet Temptations, one cocoa and a coffee! Black, sugar..?”

“With creamer.”

“Gotcha!” You told them the total, and took the card the bulky male offered. “Alright gentlemen, please take a seat and I’ll be back with your orders soon!”

The both of them chose a table away from the window. It was too sunny, and since they were such night owls, they weren’t very used to it.

Tim immediately took out his tablet. It seemed he always carried it with him anywhere he went, even when he was patrolling.

“Any new leads on you-know-who?” Jason asked, referring to Harley Quinn. They had found out she was going by the nickname Doctor Q. Whoa, such an original name. Not.

“Besides the Freaks making her an idol and wrecking chaos, nope. Barbara is still looking for a connection between Kirk Langstrom’s murder and Bruce’s… well… you know.”

“Death?” He knew all of them were grieving in their own way, but it seemed Tim was still a bit lost. He had suggested using the Lazarus Pit.

Jason wasn’t an expert, but it was a procedure he would wish no one would have to go through. He had explained Tim how it had changed him, but he was so keen on bringing back his mentor; their paternal figure.

“Here we have two delightful Sweet Temptations, one cup of hot cocoa, and a cup of our best coffee. With creamer!” You had chosen that moment to appear, placing down their orders as you named them.

Jason caught the bruises on your wrists, and it suddenly downed on him. His eyes briefly met yours, before he turned towards his meal. “Thank you.”

“No problem! Let me know if you guys need anything!”

After you left, Tim finally asked. “You know her?”

“What? No.”

“But you were staring. You did a double take, as If you recognized her from somewhere.”

That boy and his stupid ability to perfectly read body language.

“Remember when we got a call yesterday about bomb threats?”

“Mhmm,” He nodded, mouth stuffed with the first bite of his food.

“There were three civilians. She was one of them.”

Timothy gulped the food in his mouth, blowing on the steaming cup, before taking a sip. “But it’s unlike you to remember someone. We help plenty of people during a single night.”

His eye twitched as he took a sip of his coffee. “Look, I don’t know. I just happened to remember, that’s all.”

“Sure.” Barbara had been with him, so he was sure she knew what caused such impact on Jason. He was going to bribe her for Intel later. “We should pick some more bread for the guys.”

“That sounds good.”

Meanwhile you assisted your boss with the ovens.

“Today too?” You asked, a bit disappointed.

“If it’s not too much to ask.” He responded, taking out a platter of freshly prepared croissants. “Olivia is going through a lot. She can’t cancel her appointments.”

You understood. You really did. But after what had happened last night, which you had chosen to hide from your boss and co-workers, you didn’t want to leave so late at night.

Elijah, the old man, had been a very good boss so far. He didn’t treat you as an employee; he treated you more like a friend. You owed him a lot.

Besides, your co-worker was going through a nasty sickness.

Ugh.

“Yeah, sure.” Your other co-worker couldn’t cover, since she studied during the nights. Though you heard classes at the university had been momentarily cancelled after a professor in the science faculty had been found dead. Pinned to a wall. That was a cruel way to go.

The ring from the counter alerted you of more clients, so you excused yourself.

The young man from before was standing there. “Hey, we’d like to have five more Nutella and Chantilly breads to go, please.”

“Sure thing. Anything else?”

“No, that’d be it.” Jason was still finishing his treat, so Tim decided to purchase the bread for their team. “Are you alright?”

His sudden question made you look up from the register. He nodded towards your wrists. “Oh, yeah… let’s just say it was a rough night.”

Despite trying to make a joke, he knew there had been nothing pleasant about it. “The Freaks?” He ventured.

Sighing, you nodded. “This neighborhood isn’t really the best.”

“You should go home earlier.”

There was no choice, really. You handed him a neatly packed box with his goodies. “Thanks for the advice, sweetie. I’ll try.”

He took the package and met with Jason, who was already waiting by the door.

“What?” The older man asked as they walked back to the car.

“How about you and I patrol tonight?”

Chapter Text

Lady luck had decided to abandon you lately, huh?

For God’s sake, really?

Ah, how you wished you had listened to your grandma’s advice.

Sticking your nose in other people’s business could get it cut off.

But you couldn’t be as apathetic as the rest of Gotham.

It had been a reaction, more than anything else; when you had seen a lone police officer being beat up by members of The Mob gang. Five versus one seemed unfair.

Grabbing a conveniently misplaced pipe, you had decided to try to help. Of course, the ideal plan was to call the police, but since you had forgotten your phone at the bakery, and decided against going back for it once you realized – you were already halfway home – your only course of action was to help.

“Alright, just swing at them, and then… uh…. Then we’ll see.” You mumbled to yourself. Without much thinking, you whirled the pipe towards the closest person, hitting them in the back. The impact must have been hard, because the woman stumbled a few steps before falling on the ground.

The other four immediately turned their attention to you. Your brilliant plan was to throw the pipe, which miraculously hit another one of them straight in the forehead, knocking him over, too.

Hehe, you should definitely play darts!

But anyway… yeah. Run.

You turned around and dashed down the street, thankful your boss didn’t care about dress etiquette, so you normally wore your most comfortable clothes and tennis shoes, save that one time there was an event and you had to dress formally.

A wall that came out of nowhere – which you didn’t see because you kept looking backwards – was your stop sign as you unceremoniously crashed against it. “Okay, who put this here?!”

You had made the mistake of running into an alley, and were easily cornered.

You turned around, back against the wall as you noticed all five of them had caught up with you. The man you had hit in the head looked absolutely livid. Though you tried not to laugh at the bump on his forehead. Oh my God, a Unicorn!

Before you could open your mouth and tell an absolutely terrible joke about the situation, a large figure dropped in front of you, standing between you and the group.

No way José!

It was the Red Hood! Again!

Another, much lighter figure landed behind them, effectively trapping them in the alley.

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?!” Robin yelled, before taking out his bo staff.

Well, he was smaller, so his line was kind of funny, but you kept your mouth shut as both vigilantes dealt with them.

Red Hood in particular was… brutal. Armed with twin guns and a body as strong as a God damn ox… you almost felt bad for the attackers. Almost.

“You okay?” The taller vigilante asked once all five of the enemies were unconscious.

Robin approached too, making sure no light reflected on him as he spoke. “I knew we would find you here.”

You wanted to ask what he meant, but through the alley opening you heard and saw a couple of GCPD cars fly by. Maybe they were looking for the officer you had tried to help earlier?

You turned around, words dying in your mouth once you noticed you were all alone, not a single trace they had been there other than the, y’know, five people scattered around you.

Carefully sidestepping the persons on the ground, you made your way out of the alley, and into the street. Yeah, time to go home.

“Why did you say that?” Jason asked as they both walked side by side near the edge of the roof they had perched on.

“Say what?”

He rolled his eyes, the whites of his mask narrowing. Robin was smart enough to know what he was talking about, but of course he was going to play dumb.

“That you knew we would find her there.”

“Look around,” Midtown, barely a mile away from the bakery. “So she hugged you?”

Oh God. Babs had told him, hadn’t she? “Is this why you wanted to come on patrol with me? Is that why you suggested coming here?”

“That and the distress call we heard earlier. You saw her, no? How instead of running away, she decided to help. It takes courage.”

“And stupidity.” Jason finished for him. Belfry had picked up on some criminal action near the scene, but when they got there they witnessed your bravery – or foolishness. “Not gonna lie, that pipe throw was good.”

“Right?!” Robin opened his communicator, crouching down once he reached the corner of the roof, staring down. “Belfry, any info about the Regulators?”

“We received some readings on cryo gel earlier,” Barbara immediately answered. “I’ll send the coordinates. Be careful.”

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Was it fate?

Destiny?

Whatever it was, it couldn’t be a coincidence, right? Meeting the vigilantes twice in the span of two nights?

Or was it… bad luck? It meant you had to be saved. Two times.

To be fair, the first one wasn’t even your fault. You were there at the wrong moment, wrong time.

The second one however… yeah, that might’ve been totally a bit of your fault.

Clicking your tongue, you set your laptop over your legs, before looking for any article you could find about the vigilantes.

The piece of news that caught your interest was the one talking about the absence of Gotham’s original vigilante.

It had been so sudden. But with his parting, four new heroes had appeared.

It made you believe what many people refused to accept.

The Batman was dead.

You didn’t even know who he was, but… you couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment and sadness.

Browsing through some more articles, you found the one where they talked about the murder of the professor at Gotham’s University. It had been vicious.

That made you recall a funny conversation you had had with your sickly co-worker, Olivia.

She was an older woman, married and with two successful kids, with a passion for cooking and baking. That was why your boss had decided to accept her. It wasn’t really a job for her; she was doing what she loved.

But she was also a bit paranoid. You didn’t work your shift with her, though you often covered for her. Your co-workers who did spend their shift with her always told you that she was crazy. You didn’t mind it, honestly. She kept talking about The Parliament… no… The Court, wasn’t it? And how they were responsible of that professor’s death, and many more to come, including hers.

It was unnerving, to say the least… but who could blame her? She was a veteran that had to experience every criminal before Batman locked them up, or they just… disappeared, like the Joker or Edward Nigma.

But there was also that teeny, tiny possibility that she was, well, right.

That certainly would be a plot twist.

Anyhow, you needed to go to bed; you had an early shift tomorrow.

Chapter Text

“Again?” Jason sighed.

“Why not?” Barbara asked. She had proposed the idea of going to that new bakery, this time for breakfast.

Alfred had agreed. Not because he was tired of cooking, but because he genuinely wanted his Batfamily to spend time together outside their night activities. They often met up at the Belfry, but it was only for discussing criminals, cases and tech. An outing was a good idea.

Tim tried to give him the puppy eyes, although Jason was already sold on the idea. “Pretty please?”

“Hey, I wanna go, too!”

“I thought you had a meeting?” The red head girl questioned when Dick invited himself. As the leader, and successor of Bruce Wayne, he had taken over Wayne Enterprises. It hadn’t been easy on him. He hesitated for a moment, and she immediately added. “Well, it can wait! Let’s go, all of us!”

“The car is ready, master Richard.” Alfred announced. “Shall we leave now?”

“Only if I’m driving!” The older male announced, thanking Alfred as he gave him the keys.

Robin whined dramatically, while Red Hood just glared at him. “I hope you realize we’ll never let you live it down if the car gets a single scratch.”

Dick scoffed at the taller male, palming one of his broad shoulders. “Please, I am an expert driver!”

“Expert driver my ass!” Barbara glared at him through her long lashes once they made it to the bakery. Well, okay, maybe it took a bit of skill doing what he did, but he was absolutely reckless! She was surprised the wheels weren’t screeching the entire time.

Tim and Dick high fived, laughing animatedly as the other three followed after them.

Barbara walked next to Jason and Alfred, discreetly peering at the bigger male. Tim had told her all about their encounter with the waitress, the same girl they had saved two nights ago.

Dick pushed the door open, and they were immediately engulfed by the nice smells of bread and coffee.

This time, you were behind the register, and not back in the kitchen.

“Welcome to Buns and- Ah! Welcome again!” You recognized them from the day before. Two of them at least. Wiping their table, you took out your notepad and pen, smiling brightly at the group. “You’re becoming regulars, I see! What would you like to order?”

“What would you recommend for breakfast, Miss?” Alfred asked politely as he rested the hat he’d been wearing over the table, on the side.

“Well, we have the traditional eggs, rice and bacon, the House Sandwich. Omelets, pancakes, waffles… everything is delicious!”

Tim was the first to place his order. “I want a portion of scrambled eggs and pancakes!”

You scribbled his order, before turning to the only girl of the group. “And for the lovely lady?”

She grinned at the compliment and went for the regular bacon, eggs and rice meal. Alfred chose the mushroom omelet and Dick ordered waffles, the House sandwich and a cup of coffee.

Jason eyed the menu, trying to decide what to get. He lowered it down, feeling a bit self-conscious about his scar. He knew you had seen it, but now that he had your undivided attention… he looked up at you, expecting to find any reaction to it.

There was no pity in your eyes, and he was honestly thankful for that.

“Pancakes for me. Could you add lots of maple syrup, please?”

“I can definitely do that for you!” You recited their orders again, just to make sure you got everything, before disappearing into the kitchen, and helping your only co-worker for the shift to prepare everything.

“This place is nice,” Dick commented. “And cheap, too.”

Maybe it was because it was fairly new and wanted to attract clients. Whatever the reason, he was starting to like it. He definitely wouldn’t mind grabbing breakfast there every other day.

The door was brusquely open, and the entire Batfamily turned towards it. Out of instinct, perhaps.

Tim watched as a scruffy, tall man walked in. His eyes were glaring daggers as he hit the bell on the counter. He didn’t even wait and hit it multiple times until you rushed to the front.

Your face fell when you noticed the man – A.K.A Noah, your ex-boyfriend from hell.

Tone a bit clipped, you cleared your throat. “Welcome to Buns and Roses. What can I do for you?”

The man scoffed. “Where the fuck are the keys?”

Your eyes darted to the side, before returning to him, whispering so no one could hear. You didn’t like to bring your private life to your job. “It’s my house, you’re not getting in. Book a hotel.”

That was the wrong answer for him, and he reached over the counter, grabbing the front of your blouse roughly and carting you toward him.

Barbara stopped Dick from standing up. The red vigilante had already beaten him to it, anyway.

“Chill out, dude.” Jason said, though his words seemed harmless, his actions weren’t. He grabbed the male by the back of his jacket and harshly pulled him away from you with enough force to send him stumbling back.

You moved from behind the counter, gently grabbing the bigger male’s arm, giving him a grateful smile. “Thank you, sir. I’ve got it from here.”

Walking towards your ex-boyfriend, you proceeded to push him out, before closing and locking the glass door on his face.

A string of courses left his lips, though you didn’t pay any mind as you gave your clients a smile, as if assuring everything was alright, and went back to the kitchen.

“Good job, Master Todd.” Alfred had a ghost of a smile on his lips once the Red Hood sat back down.

You waited a few moments, before emerging from the kitchen and unlocking the door once you made sure Noah was gone. You couldn’t just close the bakery, anyway.

As soon as their food was ready, you placed it in front of them, adding a small, six portion cheesecake.

“We didn’t order-”

“It’s on the house.” You interrupted the green eyed girl. “As… as a thank you.” You added afterwards, eyes flickering to the sturdiest male in the group, before excusing yourself.

The rest of the day transpired rather uneventfully.

Noah didn’t appear again, and you were utterly thankful. Hopefully he had taken the hint.

Olivia didn’t have any medical appointments either, so you were able to leave work at four.

It wasn’t until later that night that you realized you had left your purse back in the bakery.

A groan left your lips as you whined loudly to no one in particular. The bakery keys were on the purse, and since you had the earliest shift, you were in charge of opening it. You had to go get them… The bakery didn’t close until ten, so you still had about an hour.

Cursing under your breath you changed out of pajamas, you were ready to sit on your bed and watch some episodes of your favorite series, but alas. Life was cruel.

You slammed the door of your apartment closed, grumpily walking down the stairs of the five story building. “I’m so dumb, holy cheese! Why?!”

The walk was uneventful. No Freaks or Harley’s henchmen. Heh, there wasn’t even a trace of Regulators around!

Paradise!

You stopped a few feet from the shop, noticing the broken glass. The main window was completely destroyed. What happened?! You rushed inside, fearing for the wellbeing of the second shift workers Olivia and Jacob.

When you stepped inside, a pool of blood was the first thing you noticed.

“No, no, no…!” You followed the trail towards the kitchen, where you found a bloodied Olivia pinned to the wall, knives piercing her limbs as she mumbled something.

You couldn’t quite understand, so you ran to her, not knowing how much of a good idea it was to take out the knives, she could bleed out, more. Jacob was nowhere to be seen.

Your hands were shaking as you tried not to break down while you looked for your phone to place a call to the police and call an ambulance.

“Child, no,” You looked up at her, phone in your ear as you held one of her hands, trying to reassure her.

“Liv, is okay! I’m here, you’ll be fine, you…”

“911, what’s your emergency?”

You quickly told the woman the address, and hurriedly tried to explain the situation. “She’s hurt, and bleeding, and it’s, it’s… it’s bad! I’m not taking out the blades because she can bleed to death, please, please send someone fast!”

“An ambulance and two units have been dispatched to your location.”

Olivia said something, and you had to move closer to her to try and make out what she was trying to tell you. “R… un.” You tilted your head, failing to make out the word. “R… run!”

She used the last of her strength to yell.

You didn’t understand what she meant until the back window was broken on impact as something leaped through it. It was a man, maybe? Dressed as… as an owl?

He screeched a very non-human sounding noise as he pounced towards you, claws on its gloves ready to tear your skin.

Reacting barely on time, you managed to duck down to avoid the hit, before scrambling to your feet and bolting out of the kitchen.

You didn’t want to leave Olivia, but you were going to be of no help if you were dead, too.

Chapter Text

Your boots hit the wet pavement as you ran down the Street. The rain was sudden, but not unwelcomed.

Even if you were completely soaked, it meant your trail was harder to follow.

You came to a stop when your lungs started protesting, not used to such physical activity since you’d rather spend your free time watching series while plopped down on your couch or bed.

Resting both hands over your knees, you tried to catch your breath. It seemed that… thing/humanoid/bird person was not behind you.

Either he lost you… or you lost him.

What if he pounced at you from above? You looked up around you, a bit paranoid. There was no trace of it, but there was nothing comforting about it, really.

Was it safe? Well, you couldn’t spend the entire time just wandering around Gotham’s streets. Taking a step proved to be difficult, legs going numb after you had pushed them past their limit.

You had ran for God knows how long, not stopping until your body was screaming at you to do so. “Alright, maybe I should hit the gym one of these days,” You panted, leaning against the side wall of a building.

Your peace didn’t last long, however, because someone jumped right in front of you. You screamed in surprise, ready to make a run for it again, when you noticed that the familiar silhouette.

“You alright?” The Red Hood, in the flesh. The rain pelted him with force, but he didn’t seem to be bothered by it as he cautiously advanced towards you.

You noticed him checking your state, probably making sure you weren’t injured.

“No… no I’m not alright, something… a zombie bird attacked me! A-and my co-worker..! I left her alone, she looked terrible! But I didn’t know what to do! And my other co-worker is lost!”

He couldn’t really figure out what you were trying to say, though he perked at the ‘zombie bird’ part. That was different. “Let’s try again. Take a breath, and talk to me.”

His gruff voice was somewhat calming, and you nodded rapidly, trying to follow his command. “The… Buns and Roses bakery…” He nodded, silently asking you to continue. “I-I left my keys, and when I went to get them I saw Olivia, my co-worker, pinned to a wall,”

The only reason he had found you was because Belfry had picked up on the call you had made to the emergency services earlier. Once he heard the name of the bakery, he wanted to investigate. He managed to catch you running from… well, there was nothing there, but he still wanted to make sure that you were alright – maybe find out if you were involved in it. “You called 911, what happened after?”

Not even bothering to ask how he knew that, you continued. “Knives. She was pinned with knives… like that other guy at Gotham’s Uni? She told me to run… I didn’t want to, but I had to. Something… I can’t describe what it was… It looked human, but it definitely wasn’t.”

“Can you tell me a description?” If it was what he was thinking… then Bruce’s last case might’ve just become one of the most important.

“He was wearing a mask, it covered all his face.” You recalled, looking up at him. “N-not like yours. Yours looks cool. By the way, what material do you use? Is it Kevlar? I heard you suit was made of it!”

“Focus.”

“Right! Sorry. I… I tend to talk a lot of nonsense when I’m scared,” You confessed.

“Nothing will harm you, but I need you to work with me. Take your time, I’m not going anywhere.”

Right, right. You held your hands together, hoping to stop their shaking. “It… um, it reminded me of an owl. It looked like an owl mask. And he had claws. I thought he had gloves, but when I ran outside I looked back, and he wasn’t wearing gloves. It just… he looked… unnatural to me.”

Jason tried to recall everything they had learned in the past couple of weeks. Bruce was following a lead on… what, exactly? What got him killed? What lured Talia to Gotham? Now he knew for sure that Kirk Langstrom’s case and your co-worker’s case were connected; same modus operandi.

“Here’s what we’ll do,” He reached a hand, palm open. “Do you have your phone?”

Yeah, it was in your coat pocket, where you had put it after that thing had attacked you. A bit unsure, you did as told, and handed him your device, hoping he wouldn’t do anything bad with it. “W-why do you need it?”

He typed some numbers, before adding a new contact to your list, handing it back to you. “Renee Montoya. She’s a cop you can trust. Call her and tell her everything you told me. Go back home, I’ll make sure nothing harms you.”

“But… Olivia…”

“I’ll go back to check on her and your other co-worker.”

That was reassuring. “Thank you,” You whispered, pocketing your phone on back on your coat. When you looked up, you found yourself alone.

But he said he was going to watch over you, so you trusted him. Hugging your purse closer, you started to walk back to your apartment.

You only hoped Olivia was…

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you pushed forward, until you reached that familiar old, battered building of yours. You’d never been so happy to be home.

Taking the stairs two at a time, because the elevator was more dangerous than the entire Black Gate population free, you finally made it, safe and sound, to your door.

Before calling that cop, you decided to take a quick shower in the hopes it would help you calm down.

It made you think that perhaps Olivia wasn’t as crazy as everyone ought her to be. She did say The Court was going to be responsible for her death… what was she involved into?

The Court.

The owl mask.

The Court.

“Oh my God,” You whispered, standing still under the stream of warm water. “The Court of Owls is real.”

And unbeknown to you, you had made of yourself another victim on their list.

Chapter Text

You paced back and forth in your small living room, purposely ignoring all incoming calls. Olivia’s case had made it to the news, and despite your best efforts… she hadn’t survived.

Part of you knew she wouldn’t. She had lost so much blood, and was terribly injured. But another part of you was hoping for a miracle.

Your boss and co-workers had been calling you for the past half an hour, but you didn’t know if you were ready to talk to them.

Trying to recall everything that happened, you weren’t sure who to go to. As per the red vigilante’s request you had contacted Renee Montoya, and had informed her of what transpired at the bakery.

She told you that you would probably need to testify, and police would be visiting you for an interrogation – you had been shocked at her words, asking if you were a suspect. She had tried to reassure you that even if you were, she knew you had nothing to do with it, and it had been more of a wrong moment, wrong place situation.   

You dropped on your sofa, hands rubbing your tired face, still ignoring your vibrating phone. Now what? You were probably out of a job. It wasn’t as if the bakery could clean up the mess and open the next day. Yeah, you often did some jobs here and there, but still.

Finally deciding to face reality, you picked up your phone just as Elijah called again. “Hello?”

“Did you see?”

“Yeah,” You mumbled, rubbing your temple with your free hand. Great, now you had a headache. “Did the police say anything?”

“They found Jacob hiding in the pantry. He’s still in shock, so he hasn’t talked. We should visit him tomorrow.”

Maybe Jacob was the missing link! You had the suspicion that just like Olivia had warned you to run; she probably had tried to save Jacob, too. So he must’ve been there the entire time she was… No, you definitely didn’t want to entertain the thought.

“Sure. What time?”

“Is nine okay with you?”

Since you weren’t going to the bakery anyway, it wouldn’t do harm to go to the hospital to check on him. “Sounds good. Meet you at the entrance?”

“Yeah. Sarah is also coming. I think her and Jacob have something going on.” They were both University students, the youngest of the bunch, followed by you. You often caught them staring at each other, but they seemed too shy to actively do something about it. You smiled at that. Maybe Sarah could help Jacob after that traumatic experience.

“That’s good, boss. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You hung up after he said his goodbyes, blankly staring at the black screen of your mobile. You wondered if he knew you had been at the bakery. He probably would’ve addressed the situation if he knew, right? Perhaps it was better that way.

Later that night Montoya had texted you, asking if you could go over the G.C.P.D to talk to her, you agreed, saying you were going to visit Jacob, and then you would meet her.

When morning came you felt absolutely restless.

You know that feeling you get when you know that, inevitably, something will go wrong? Yeah. It was eating at you as you got ready.

Your foot tapped the bus’s floor impatiently as you looked out the window. Gotham seemed like a whole different city during the day. If only it could be as peaceful at night time, too…

When the bus reached your stop, you almost tripped as you were getting down. Why were you so nervous?

It was fifteen past nine – not your fault you were late, though. The bus had taken its sweet time to pass.

Sarah and Elijah were already waiting for you, and once you met up the three of you made your way inside. The nurse in charge informed you that you needed to go two at a time; the three of you couldn’t go in together.

Sarah was the first to visit to him. She probably wanted some alone time with Jacob.

Elijah looked awfully calm, and you wondered if it was only his exterior. “So,” You started, catching his attention. “What… what did they say?”

He fidgeted in his seat for a moment, before answering. “They want to interrogate all of us.”

It made sense, the police needed to start discarding suspects. “Do they know what… who… did it?”

He shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. “No. There wasn’t anything in the scene to incriminate everybody. They still need to wait for the results of the forensic team.”

Well, what kind of evidence would a bird/zombie/thing leave, anyway?

“Elijah,” You started, looking around to make sure no one else was listening in. “Do you think the Court is real? Olivia… she was always talking about it.”

He turned to you, surprise coloring his aged features. “The Court? What makes you think that?”

Should you tell him what you saw? In the end, you decided against it. “Well, what if they exist? What if they were the ones who killed Liv? I think… I think they exist.”

Elijah remained quiet, pensive. It wasn’t until Sarah reappered that he finally spoke again. “How’s Jacob?”

“A bit… he’s still… He’s not in the right state of mind,” She fumbled with her words, trying not to sound rude. “But you guys can go in, now. I have to go to the University now, boss. Let me know whatever happens.”

You parted ways with Sarah, and climbed on an elevator with Elijah.

Why was the air so tense? You had always felt comfortable in his presence, but right now, you hoped a whole would open and swallow you.

When you reached the floor Jacob was in, you almost dashed out, bee-lining for his room. There was a nurse taking his vitals. She smiled gently, before patting Jacob’s head. “I’ll let you guys be. Call if you need anything.”

Jacob looked… certainly disturbed. You reached a hand for his. He recoiled at first, but then relaxed as you rubbed the skin. “Glad to see you alive, Jake.”

A hint of a smile touched his lips, but he seemed lost in his own world. As if his body had encased him in a bubble to protect him from the outside.

You spent around half an hour talking with him. Well, having a one-sided conversation with him, chatting about everything that came to mind. Elijah occasionally intervened, but other than that, he didn’t speak much.

You looked at your wristwatch. It was time to go to the GCPD. You stood up from the plastic chair the nurses had fixed for you, and turned to your boss. “I have to go. If anything changes could you please let me know?”

He nodded, taking the seat you had been previously occupying. You walked towards the door, and turned to look at them. Jacob, on the bed, gaze lost as he stared at the wall, and Elijah sitting next to the stretcher, giving you his back.

“You should know, child… The Court leaves no witnesses.”

You stared at him, wondering if he had been talking to you or not, and honestly, you didn’t want to find out. Hastily opening the door, you left as fast as you could. Talking about creeps…

You practically ran down the hallway and to the elevator. The more reason to visit Montoya.

When you made it to her office, she was talking on the phone with someone. You caught a bit of the conversation, and heard her mention the Commissioner Catherine Kane.

She motioned for you to come over, and pointed to a seat in front of her desk, which you gingerly took.

“Sorry about that,” She seemed irritated after she hung up. “Thanks for coming over. I have a few questions to make you. It’s all part of the procedure, so don’t take it personal.”

“Okay, um, I really didn’t know who to tell, but I think they want to kill me.”

She was ready to start questioning you when you threw that at her. She blinked confusedly, but you looked absolutely terrified. She stuttered a bit. “Who… who wants to kill you?”

“You can call me crazy, but I think my boss could have something to do with my co-workers death. And now, I think he wants to kill me.”

The old man, the owner of the bakery? She opened one of her drawers, and took a new set of papers. “Alright, can you please tell me what makes you think that?”

“The Court leaves no witnesses.” You cited. “I don’t know if he was saying that to me, but I think he knows I was there yesterday, and I think he knows that I saw what I saw.”

If your suspicions were right, Renee thought, then you had dug your own grave. She knew who could handle this case better.

“Girl, I think you will have to visit our mutual friend.”

Chapter Text

Renee had driven you towards the rendezvous point; Miller Harbor, where the vigilante said he would meet with you on the roof.

The workers there didn’t ask a single question when she pushed the double doors open, almost dragging you with her. She showed her badge, and went straight for the staircase. The building was so old; it didn’t even have a functioning elevator.

You whined dramatically, trying to catch your breath once you were around the fourth floor, and with four more to go.

“I’m going to die! If the Court doesn’t kill me, these stairs will!”

Renee tried to remain impassive, but a chuckle escaped her lips as she encouraged you to keep going. “It’s not that bad, c’mon. Just a couple more steps.”

“A couple THOUSAND, maybe!” You grumbled.

“Complaining will not make this easier.” Wise words, but of no value for you at that moment as you pouted, forcing your legs to continue the trek upwards.

When Renee pushed the heavy metal door open, what greeted you was the chilly wind of that afternoon. You had spent majority of your morning at the police station discussing everything that had happened with her. Hey, she even invited you lunch, so that was nice.

Ugh, you should’ve worn something warmer! Your sweater was made of a feeble cloth, and it barely helped against the biting wind.

The two of you stepped away from the door, walking towards the middle. Renee looked at her watch. “He said he’d be he-”

Your scream cut her off as you jumped backwards when the Red Hood landed a few feet away from you.

“God dammit, you almost gave me a heart attack!”

“Hey,” He greeted, ignoring your protests. “What do you have for me?”

The cop gently pushed you towards him. “Her.”

You turned to look at her, a bit indignant. “Excuse you?”

“We are almost certain that she’s going to be targeted next.” She continued, once again completely disregarding your words. “You might not believe me… but the Court of Owls? They’re real.”

“I know.”

“You do?” Both of you girls echoed at the same time, looking up at him with a mixture of doubt and surprise.

“Yeah. One of my… comrades had a rather unpleasant encounter with them.” He clarified. “Have you ever seen the Saw movies? Just like that.”

“I don’t like horror, but I’ve heard plenty of them! I bet it had to be Nightwing! He’s the one that could go through all those things trying to kill him! I’ve seen the YouTube videos people have posted of him! No offense, but you’re kinda big. Not saying you’re not agile, but with all that muscle you’re packing it’s got to be difficult, I mean look at this!” You poked his right bicep, before realizing what you were doing. “Oh my God, I’m sorry!”

“Okay!” The officer clapped her hands, catching the attention of the both of you, and interrupting your ranting before you could continue. She knew you were scared, and it was probably a self-defense mechanism you had developed to deal with dangerous situations. “If the Court of Owls is really after her… you’re the only ones that can protect her.”

If Batman trusted them, she did too.

Feeling a bit shy, you looked between the two of them, wondering what would happen with you. Well, you could always be mistaken. Paranoid, even. Not the same manner Jacob was, but maybe it was your own way of coping with what you’ve experienced.

“I’ll… take her with me. We’ll keep her safe. If you find out anything else, let me know.”

“Understood,” Montoya palmed your shoulder, nodded her head and walked back towards the metal door.

Following her steps with your eyes, you kept your eyes on the door even after she was gone.

“Belfry,” Jason called, taking a few steps away from you. “I’m taking a guest to the Penthouse. She’s under our protection.”

The Belfry was their base of operations, but Bruce had left them a Penthouse, too. They seldom used it. Somehow Union Station Belfry had become their home. He wouldn’t have it any other way, though. He felt comfortable there.

You waited until he finished speaking with his team, rubbing your arms in a vain attempt to warm yourself up. Fuuuuuudge Gotham and its despicable chilly weather! “Ah, winter is coming!” Pun intended.

The red vigilante watched you for a few moments, before grabbing the hem of his brown vest, and pulling it over his head. He walked closer, and draped it over your head as nonchalantly as he could. “Here.”

Momentarily confused, you struggled with it, until you finally could make out what had suddenly been dropped over your form.

The garment was… warm, of course, once you slipped it on. But it was a vest, so your arms were still freezing. It was a sweet gesture, anyway. “Thank you!”

“Let’s go.”

He was on the edge of the building, and you stared at his back, before bursting out laughing. “No, no. No. I’m not jumping.”

He turned to you, the white eyes of his mask narrowing. “I wasn’t asking.”

“I wasn’t answering! I’m not jumping.”

The hard way, it is, He thought as he straightened, full six foot and three inches in whole display as he advanced towards you.

You looked up at him, craning your neck up as he came closer. Uh-oh.

He was very intimidating, now that you thought about it. You had been a bit obsessed with the vigilantes lately, and had consumed every bit of information about them you could get your hands into. That included a bunch of fan recorded videos. Everybody in the comments always agreed that Red Hood was definitely the most ruthless of the group – though the other three could be very merciless, he took the cake.

“You won’t even notice.” He assured, easily snatching you from the ground.

You immediately held onto his neck for dear life. Hah, funny, how the very first time you saw him you were hugging him willingly.

“No, wait, no! I never mentioned it, but I have a very bad case of fear of heights, what if I end up dying on you?! Would you even go to my funeraaaaaaaaaal!” You screamed, already in the air because as you were speaking, he had dashed forward, before promptly jumping off the edge of the building.

He maneuvered with you in the air, holding you with only one arm, the other using the grappling hook to cushion the fall. “It’s over now. See? It wasn’t that terrible.”

You practically hugged the ground. “Oh my God, I survived!”

His eye twitched under his mask at that, though he couldn’t deny he felt amused, too. You were certainly… particular.

He called the motorcycle, using the screen on his suit’s sleeve to put the coordinates to the penthouse. “Hop on, we need to go.”

No helmet or anything! The nerve! “If I say no, you’re just probably going to take advantage of the fact that you’re bigger than me and drag me with you anyway, am I correct?”

“Damn right I will.”

“Alright.” There was no point in making that argument longer than it needed to be. “BUT. In case I fall and open my head, YOU are paying the hospital bill.”

He waited until you wrapped your arms around him, though hesitated for a moment. “I’ll… drive slowly.”

“Good! Can we stop for some food, though? I’m starving! What about Chinese? It’s close to my dinner time, so-”

“No.”

“Pizza?”

“No.”

“Argh! Big Belly Burger, then?”

“…fine.”

Chapter Text

The Red Hood guided you towards the back entrance of one of those super fancy apartment buildings. It was one of the most expensive, you were sure, as it was featured in a lot of those famous magazines you used to read.

You followed him towards the elevator. He used a keycard to open it, and the two of you cramped inside. You looked around curiously.

It wasn’t as awkward as you thought it was going to be. Granted, he wasn’t a chatter box, but it was nice to have him around. Perhaps it was his size, or something, but having him close made you feel safe.

The elevator door opened directly into the apartment. Ah, so that was why he used the keycard!

The both of you stepped inside. You stood in the hallway, not really knowing what to do with yourself.

Jason put the bag he’d been carrying with him over the kitchen island, giving you a look. “What are you doing? Come on in.”

As soon as he invited, you walked closer, sitting on one of the stools while he opened the containers and placed the burgers, fries and onion rings in a pair of plates. He pushed your milkshake in your direction, too.

“Ah, thank you!” Everything looked delicious. And he had treated you, too. When he stopped at Big Belly Burger, you started to frantically look for your wallet, but he had shoved a card in your face. You had initially refused, but after a few moments decided to accept his generosity.

You had forgotten your wallet, holy shi-

You turned around in your stool, giving him your back as you took a bite of your food, doing a small happy dance in your seat. God bless bacon!

“What are you doing?” Not that he needed to know, but he was curious.

“I assume you don’t want me seeing your face. I pinky promise I won’t turn around, so you can eat in peace!”

He… had totally forgotten about that tiny detail.

That was thoughtful of you. Still, he lifted only the bottom half of his mask, nose and mouth visible, as he ate his burger and fries. “…thank you.”

The meal time transpired rather uneventfully, until he announced he was done, so you twirled the chair back around, giving him a smile. “Thanks for buying dinner for me.”

“It’s nothing.” Seriously. Bruce had left them more than enough to live comfortably for the rest of their lives.

“So, um,” You stuttered, sipping on your milkshake to try to calm your nerves. “What… what do we do now?”

“You stay here until we find out what’s happening and deal with it.”

Not that you minded staying in a goddamn penthouse. The kitchen was bigger than your own place, you were sure! But it was still a bit awkward. “Will I be all alone?”

It took him a moment to answer. “I can come by.”

You perked at that, and nodded. You lived by yourself, yes, but you really had never liked to be alone. “I would very much like that.”

What had prompted him to even offer that? He wasn’t sure, but since he had, he was going to go through with it.

“Hey big guy, we need you here. Is our guest all settled?” The device on his ear beeped as he heard Robin’s voice ask him.

“Yeah. I’m on my way. Can you send someone to bring her toiletries and clothes?”

Not that you were eavesdropping, but he was right across from you, so you were hearing Red Hood’s portion of the conversation. You didn’t want to be a burden, and opened your mouth ready to refuse, but he lifted his hand to stop you. He was having none of it.

“Alfred will leave them with the security guard.” Tim assured.

“Good. See you in five.”

Once he stopped talking, you immediately protested. “Hey, you don’t need to do all that!”

“Why not? I have to go and no one can escort you back to your apartment so you can grab them. It’s easier this way.”

He… had a very good point. Dammit!

“O-okay. Be safe! I mean, I know you don’t need anyone to tell you that… you probably scare everyone away just from being you. Except me. I’m not scared. Not one bit.”

You might’ve been not scared of him, but there was fear in your eyes. “I will be back once patrol is over. The place is yours for the time being. Feel free to go anywhere you want.”

What now? That was… interesting. You’d never been on a penthouse before! You wondered if it had a pool. Oh, that would be awesome! “Really? Thank you! I promise I will not destroy anything valuable!”

“Just don’t destroy anything.”

“T-that’s what I meant!”

“There’s plenty of food in the fridge. If you’re hungry, help yourself. Any rooms are available, so choose the one to your liking.”

You thanked him for the nth time that evening, and it only downed on you how lonely it felt once he had left.

You sat down on the gigantic designer couch, trying to go over all the safety instructions he had left. You never allow anyone up, and call the emergency number he gave you in case something happened, and if you had to hide, you needed to go to the training room. Got it!

Incredible. What a turn of events. It was hard to decide if you had been extremely lucky, or extremely unlucky considering the Court of Owls surely wanted you dead.

But luxury was always welcomed. At least you weren’t spending confinement in a bunker underground or something. Nope, you were in the highest possible floor of one of the most exclusive apartment buildings in all Gotham!

Speaking of… You moved to one of the massive windows. It was already dark outside, yet the view was spectacular. You took out your phone and started taking pictures.

Ah, you could send them to Sarah, Liv and… oh. Olivia and you weren’t the closest of friends, but you always thought she was very nice, and would often share funny pictures and/or memes you found while scrolling through your social media.

A bit disheartened, you sat back down on the couch, cellphone in hand. You wished you could’ve gone to her funeral.

You looked around the apartment for a while, taking pictures because well damn, after the whole ordeal was over, you would probably never be in a nicer place. Ever.

There were plenty of rooms, around six or seven. Each of them was equipped with a bathroom, and the main room even had a Jacuzzi!  

Though you chose one of the other rooms because it seemed more… homey, cozier. And it had a video game console! You loved video games! You had also spied the indoor pool. It wasn’t anything big, but you would definitely love to use it sometime, if you had the chance.

Around midnight, and after playing video games for three hours straight, you decided to call it a night. But you always liked to sleep with a bottle of water by your side, and maybe a snack.

An hour earlier you had gone down to pick up a package that had been sent to you. It was a bag full of everything you needed for your stay.

You changed into the new pajamas. They were one size too big, but you couldn’t care less. You loved the pattern! It was pink with little coffee mugs and croissants scattered on it. Hehe!

Going to the fridge, you spotted a chocolate box, and being the obsessive person you were with said sweet, instantly grabbed it.

Happily skipping to your room with the box and the water bottle, you jumped over the bed. It was bouncy, and big, and the most comfortable you had ever seen and touched.

Well, might as well call today a lucky day!

Chapter Text

Barbara had sent him to check on you at around one in the morning. He knew they were more than capable of dealing with any enemies thrown their way, but he had been a bit reluctant to leave.

He used the same back door that hours prior the both of you had used, and took the elevator using Alfred’s keycard, since he had given you his.

It was eerily silent and dark but there weren’t any signs of anyone – anything – breaking in. He just needed to see if you were sleeping, which he guessed you were, and the he would return to the Belfry.

He instantly recognized the room you had chosen. It was funny it used to be his whenever he crashed in there in his early days as Robin.

But you were nowhere to be found. The bed was a mess, blankets thrown everywhere and pillows scattered on the ground and over the mattress, but no sign of you. He checked the bathroom, but the door was open and the light off.

He hurriedly searched for you in the rest of the rooms, but failed to find you. Fuck.

Maybe the training room? It was the safest room, and considering how scared you had seemed, it was possible you had decided to sleep there, instead.

And no luck. The only other rooms were the library and the indoor pool. Without anywhere else to look, he just hoped you hadn’t left and gone somewhere else.

When he was walking by the pool’s glass door, he spied a pajama shirt on the ground. Close to it, a sock with a pattern of smiling avocados.

He followed the trail of clothes, until he spotted a figure inside the pool. You were halfway in, arms on the edge of the pool, acting as a pillow, while the other half of your body was in the water.

His legs carried him faster than he thought possible, and he grabbed your arms, pulling you out of the water. It was when he noticed the box of chocolates. It was a special edition vodka filled chocolates Bruce used to buy a lot.

The movement stirred you awake, and he realized you were in your underwear. You… were drunk, weren’t you?

You yawned, stretching your arms, before sleepily looking up at him. “Ah, you’re back!”

Your underwear was white-

He turned around, and searched for a towel, almost stumbling as he stood up when he saw one over a lounge chair. Why did his face feel so hot?!

“The hell are you doing?!” He exclaimed, not daring turn your way as he waved the towel.

You took it, and wrapped it around your body, before sneezing a couple times. Wasn’t the pool heated? “Thanks! Achoo!”

And ugh, why was your head killing you? You let out a whimper, and the vigilante was all over you.

“Are you hurt?” He quickly checked your body as much as he could without looking more than he needed.

“No… I think. I don’t remember,” You answered honestly, tugging the towel closer in a vain attempt to gain some warmth.

“Jesus woman, you scared me.”

“It’s [Name], not woman.” You mumbled, still feeling more asleep than awake. “Why are there three of you? I didn’t know you were triplets! I’m an only child, but I always wanted a sister or a brother! Maybe a sister, boys are gross! Except you, you look clean… except for that patch of blood. Is it yours? OHMYGOD!”

“Alright, that’s it.” He grabbed you in his arms, and took you back to the room you had claimed for the night. You were definitely drunk.

“You know,” You started, resting your chin over his shoulder. “People say you’re cold. But they’re wrong.”

“Are they?” He didn’t even know why he entertained you when he was aware you weren’t fully conscious of what was happening.

“Yes, they are. You’re actually very warm.” You said, proudly. “Good night!”

And you proceeded to instantly pass out in his arms.

He stared at you, dumbfounded. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

He needed to enlist Barbara’s help. He didn’t want to leave you in your wet underwear, but he didn’t want to change you, either. It felt… wrong.

The Batgirl was happy to help, and once she had changed you into a new set of underwear and a different pajama, she met him in the living room.

“So you’re saying that she was drunk… after eating an entire box of chocolates that contained alcohol?”

“Vodka,” He corrected. “But yes. She scared the hell out of me, I thought she had drowned.”

Barbara laughed, because it was the most emotion she had seen him express in a while. They had all been surprised when he told them he had offered to keep you company. He had alleged that it was because you had been more in contact with him than the other three, therefore would probably feel more comfortable.

She knew better. She knew he was actually curious, and he genuinely wanted to spend time with you.

“You know,” She sat down next to him, gently patting his thigh. “I’m starting to think that instead of helping her… she’s actually helping us.”

Chapter Text

When you had woken up the next day, you had found a plate with some scrambled eggs, bacon, rice and toast accompanied by a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee.

It took you a few minutes to realize it was for you. You didn’t know if someone else lived there. You had found empty rooms, but all of them were unique, so you guessed that people indeed lived in the Penthouse. Probably.

There was a note stuck to the refrigerator, and it wasn’t until you read it that you finally sat down to enjoy your breakfast.

Miss [Last Name]. I took the liberty to prepare you some food. I hope it is to your liking. AP.

Ah, that AP guy surely knew how to cook!

For lunch, though, you had to prepare your own meal, which you really didn’t mind. You loved cooking, so you prepared a casserole with some of the ingredients you found on the fridge and cabinets. It turned out very delicious but you couldn’t eat it all on your own.

You saved the rest. Either you could have it as dinner, or you could share it.

If anyone happened to visit you that is.

You guessed having double identities was a full job. None of the vigilantes had any obligation to stay with you, but having such a gigantic place to yourself made you feel lonelier.

And it wasn’t as if you could ask them to move you to a smaller facility. They were doing enough as it was.

You took one of the books you found in the library, but decided to go to the pool. It was a warm, light place.

You took out your shoes and socks, and dipped your legs once you pulled up your sweatpants to thigh level. You saw down, and opened your book, lightly kicking the water as you read.

“Hey.”

His voice startled you that you almost fell and dropped the book. Though your face lit up as you looked in his direction. “Hey!” You grinned, before clearing your throat. “Um, I mean… hello.”

The bigger male approached, before sitting down on one of the lounge chairs. “So, how’s it going?”

“Pretty good!” You answered, closing the book to give him all your attention.

 It was around six, so he would probably leave you soon. That thought disappointed you more than you cared to admit.

“Not getting drunk off of chocolates today?”

You made a face, before remembering, little by little, what had happened the night before. “Oh, no. Please tell me I wasn’t dancing in the middle of the living room naked.”

“Wh-no. Uh, no.” He stuttered a bit at your question. Were you talking about past experiences? That… He hadn’t gotten drunk in a while, but he knew he wasn’t that bad.

“How was your patrolling?” You changed the topic then, feeling he was a bit uncomfortable. You really needed to stop running your mouth.

“It was… okay, I guess.” It hadn’t been very interesting. They were still trying to follow some leads after Dick had fallen prey to them the first time. “You were right, by the way.”

You perked, curiously. You weren’t sure what he meant. “About what?”

“About Nightwing being the one captured by The Court of Owls.”

Oh! So that was what he was referring to. You gave him a small smile. “Is he okay, though?”

“A little shaken,” After finding the pile of skeletons. “But he’s been through worse.”

Well, that couldn’t be good. “Um… have you found anything about Olivia?”

He shook his head. “Not really. We’ve got some names, but all of them were of people that have already been killed.”

Ah. That was a shame. You hoped the crime would get a closure. She deserved for his killer to be put to jail. “Her funeral is tomorrow…” You commented, feeling a bit sad you couldn’t attend. She had saved your life. If it hadn’t been for her warning, you’d be a goner.

“Do you want to go?”

Your eyes filled with hope as you nodded. “Is it okay?”

“Well, I can always… watch you from a distance.” He mumbled, shrugging. He’d be ready to jump into the action if needed.

“Would you do that for me?”

“Yes.” He was surprised at his immediate answer. He was certainly quick to agree to whatever you asked of him, it seemed.

He wanted to know what exactly was compelling him.

Perhaps he could ask Zatanna the next time they crossed paths. Maybe he’d been bewitched.

You were ready to throw yourself at him and hug him, but stopped before reaching him, remembering how stiff he had been the very first time you tried that.

You lowered your arms, feeling a bit sheepish. “Thank you!”

He stared at your posture, watching how you stopped in your tracks on your way to him, shoulders falling a bit, and eyes losing their spark. He wasn’t very used to physical contact – besides hits and punches, so it was… strange, that someone would seek interaction with him that didn’t involve any violence.

But he didn’t like how dejected you looked. In his opinion, it didn’t suit you. He enjoyed watching you smile, and hearing you talk his ears out with whatever theme crossed your mind.

He stood up, easily towering over your shorter frame. “Uh, if you want we… I don’t mind… You look as if you need a hug.”

He was stumbling over his words, but it was endearing. Though, did you really look that miserable that he was willing to accept your embrace?

There was no use in questioning it, and you quickly hid your face in his broad chest, feeling his arms tentatively wrap around you.

His heart was beating a mile a minute, but somehow it was… calming.

You pulled away, once again thanking him. “I really needed a hug. It means a lot.”

To think it came from the coldest and most ruthless vigilante. He had a rough exterior, but he was incredibly nice. You had a feeling he had a lot more humanity people gave him credit for.

“Oh, I prepared something for lunch… but it was too much for me. I accidentally made a looooot. Would you like to try some? I promise I won’t look! Or I can always pack it for you!”

He had already tried your cooking, and he was fond of it. Who was he to reject the offer?

“Pack it for me, please.”

“There’s enough for your vigilante family! Should I pack some for them too?” You guided him to the kitchen as you talked, showing him the glass platter with more than enough portions for the team.

“Yeah, I’m sure they’ll enjoy it.”

“Let me know what you all think!” You chirped, placing the contents on a plastic container. “It’s a new recipe I’m trying, so I want to know if I should change something. Be honest with me, yeah?”

Well, if that was what you wanted. “I’ll tell them.”

“Thanks!” You winked, finishing packing the food for him.

He stared at the clock hanging from the wall. It was time for him to go. “I’ll come check on you later tonight.”

“Thank you!” Hopefully he wouldn’t find you doing anything weird. “But seriously, though. I wasn’t naked, right?”

“If it’s of any consolation for you, you were on your underwear.” He finally decided to come clean. If it made you feel better. Not that he would’ve minded to find you naked. “You really can’t hold your liquor.”

You grinned mischievously. “Nope! I’m just lucky I didn’t open the window and tried to play Superman. To infinity and beyond!” He blinked confusedly, and it seemed it took you a second to realize that the reference was wrong. “Oh wait, that’s not Superman, that’s Buzz! I guess my movie marathon this morning affected my brain! M-more, I mean… I mean, not… I’m not crazy, okay?”

“I believe you.” He assured. You were a chatter box that seemed to have extra batteries, but he really didn’t mind it. It was amusing, majority of the time.

He grabbed the container, and waved goodbye before leaving.

“And back to loneliness it is.”

Chapter Text

The place was packed despite the heavy rain.

True to his word, the red vigilante was watching you from above, from one of the buildings overlooking the site where the funeral was being held.

He had given you a little earpiece so the two of you could communicate should the need arise.

So far, nothing had happened and you hoped the peace would last at least until it was time to go back.

Olivia’s family was at the front, her wooden casket was in the middle of the garden. She loved gardening and flowers, so much that her family decided to hold the funeral outside.

Your gripped your umbrella as tight as you could, slowly advancing towards her husband and sons.

You quietly gave them your condolences, before moving to the back, watching the casket from your position.

The pastor started his speech soon after. It wasn’t nice, but you couldn’t focus of any of his words as you stared at the wooden carvings on the surface of the coffin.

It hadn’t been your fault, but you felt somewhat responsible for not being able to do more.

Had you been too slow when you called the ambulance? Should you have tried to go back to her?

Taking a few steps back, you accidentally bumped into someone. It was red haired girl. You recalled seeing her at the bakery a few days ago. Recognition seemed to hit her too, as she lightly bowed her head.

You apologized, before nodding at her, wondering if she also happened to know Olivia, somehow.

The initial idea was for you to stay about an hour or so, but it was thrown out the window when you spotted another familiar figure.

Elijah.

He hadn’t spotted you yet, but you definitely didn’t want to risk it.

Your eyes darted above, and you searched for the bulky vigilante. You couldn’t see him from your position.

“I’m here. Are you okay?” It seemed he noticed your distress from wherever he was. Hearing his voice coming from the device on your ear served to calm you down.

“Y-yeah. It’s just… Elijah is here. I don’t think he has seen me, but-”

“Get out.” He instructed, dropping down from the tallest building he had been on to a shorter roof, quickly running to the ledge. He spotted the man in question. Earlier he had asked you to describe, once again, the thing that had attacked you. He also asked for Olivia’s and Elijah’s description.  “Stop!” He hissed when he saw you moving towards the garden entrance. “Stay where you are. I’ll let you know when to move. He’s looking in that direction.”

You almost jumped when he yelled, and immediately froze in place. You turned your face to the side and fixed your fluffy scarf over the bottom half of your face. A few minutes passed, and you were growing impatient.

“Is it safe? I could always make a run for it! Though it would be weird if they see someone running away from a funeral. They’ll think I killed her!”

“Calm down,” He ordered, knowing well you were about to start sprouting some nonsense that wouldn’t be well received by the funeral attendants if they happened to overhear. He watched as Barbara approached Elijah, effectively catching his attention as she started a conversation with him. “You’re good to go. Walk out slowly.”

A bit stiff, but trying to obey, you walked around the few people crowding around the entrance, effectively making it outside, safe and sound.

“I’m alive!” You half screamed, half whispered as you walked towards the parking lot Jason had left his car at. You met with the red vigilante, smiling triumphantly at him once you saw him approach the vehicle. “Thank you!”

He nodded, unlocking the doors. “Let’s go.”

The drive back to the penthouse was filled with a one-sided conversation between you and… well, yourself.

Once back in the safety of the room you had claimed as yours, you were reminded, once again, of how lonely it felt to be by yourself in such a giant place.

As per usual, he had left you alone because he had his own businesses to attend to. It wasn’t time for patrolling yet – it was only three in the afternoon, but he promised Robin he would check his beloved twin pistols, since the teen had bothered him for forever.

Your place of comfort was the small indoor pool, and you often found yourself hanging there with a book on your hands, and your feet dipped in the water.

It helped you distract yourself from reality. But it wasn’t enough to keep your brain from asking questions you didn’t want answered.

At around six, you decided to prepare a snack. Maybe you could prepare some extra for your guardian and his family.

You didn’t know any of them but if they were out there fighting crime every night… they deserved all the support. And if the only thing you could do was cook for them, you were gladly going to do it.

So focused on the task at hand you were – blending the vegetables to create the ultimate delicious dip – you didn’t hear him come in.

Your back was to the door as you measured the spoonfuls of garlic, salt and oil.

“Hey.”

His voice startled you, making you almost drop the container of spinach you had in your hands. “Holy cow, you scared me! I almost got a heart attack!”

He tried to hide the amusement, but then he remembered he had his mask on. He felt more like Jason than the Red Hood whenever he was around you.

“I tried to make my presence known, you know?” He did. He had knocked on the table and had cleared his throat loud enough for you to hear. You hadn’t, so he resorted to simply greeting you. “What’re you preparing?”

He was as curious as a kitten! You loved how he approached to look at the ingredients. You had made homemade nachos, and were about to make some dips for them.

“Do you like guacamole?”

He perked at that, nodding. “It’s one of my favorites.”

“Well, I’m making spinach dip.”

He stared at you through the whites of his mask. Why had you asked..? Ah. When you burst out laughing at his silence, he realized you were messing with him. “Ha-ha. So funny, aren’t you?”

You smiled up at him, noticing a hint of amusement in his voice. “Just kidding, big guy. Well, not really, actually. I’m making both! I have enough for you and your family!”

“Today too?”

You nodded, putting the cream cheese and spinach, the final ingredients, into the blender. “Yup! Did you try the dish I prepared last night?”

“We did. It was pretty good.” He hesitated, before adding. “Nightwing thinks it could use a little… kick.”

“Ah!” You stopped the blender once the ingredients were of the desired consistency, before pouring the contents in a bowl, and the rest on a container. “Next time I’ll try to spice it up! I’m glad you guys liked it, though!”

“It was delicious.” He sat down on one of the stools, watching you work. It was somewhat hypnotizing the way you moved around the kitchen. He found that he didn’t mind observing you.

“I don’t like to brag,” You started, peeling the avocado in your hand, cutting it in pieces and placing it in a bowl. “But I make a very mean guacamole! You’re gonna love it! Do you like it more on the mild or hot side?”

He pondered over your question, before answering; “Surprise me. You’re the expert here.”

You turned to him, and winked. “Gotcha, Red!”

You were going to add a bit of jalapeño peppers. It made it taste better. Once you finished, you packed it for him, though separated a bowl for you – and for him. You wanted to see his reaction. Or hear it, at least.

You put the guacamole bowl and nachos on a plate, pushing it towards him. “Tell me what you think!”

He was about to refuse, but you turned around, lightly skipping in place. How could he say no? Besides, it looked pretty tasty.

He lifted the bottom half of his mask, dipping the nacho on a generous amount of guacamole, before eating it in one bite.

“Damn, that’s good!”

You exclaimed happily. “I knew you would like it! Am I great, or am I great?!”

He chuckled, feeling a little bit uninhibited. “I mean, the guacamole was great,” He returned his mask to the rightful place. “You? We’ll have to see. You can turn now, by the way.”

You pouted, turning to him. “You meanie!”  You giggled afterwards. It was nice to see him in such a good mood. It made you feel special. You didn’t know he had it in him to tease you, but it was a cute discovery.  “Hey, if you’re not good to me, you can say goodbye to the best guacamole on Earth!”

He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Fine! You win.”

“I thought so!”

The cuckoo clock marked eight, and he realized it was time to go.

You hated that sound because it only meant he needed to leave. Still, it was his duty, so you handed him the bag with the goodies. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” He assured, grabbing the bag and moving towards the door. “And thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Chapter Text

“So they’re not lethal?” You asked, cautiously holding one of his twin pistols in your hands.

He smirked, shrugging. “Depends on how I use them.”

Lifting your head, you looked up at him. “W-what do you mean?”

“If I put one of those bullets through your eye, it might kill you.”

You made a face, handing him the gun back, shaking your head. “Well, I don’t want to find out.”

The two of you were sitting on the living room, watching one of those low budget horror films, but it had been forgotten when you had asked about his weapons – you noticed he had arrived a bit earlier than usual, too. He normally stayed for about an hour or so before leaving.

Not that you minded it. You really welcomed his company.

A scream came from the TV, and you turned you attention to it. Awn, there goes your favorite character!

“Idiot,” He mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. “What sane human would follow a screeching sound into the forest? Especially when a few of his comrades have already turned up dead.”

“Hey! I’m pretty sure you would!” You countered, smiling smugly at him.

He turned to you, and scoffed. “Damn right I would. And I would kick that monster’s ass, too.”

“But still! You’re not following your advice, mister Red!”

“Do as I say, not as I do.” He quoted, rolling his eyes when another character ran straight to the monster’s claws. “Are the writers of this movie stupid?”

Oh my God, he seemed actually annoyed and it was hilarious! You laughed at his reaction. “That’s how horror movies work!”

“The day they come up with a realistic reaction, I would call it a good movie.” He muttered.

“What would be a realistic reaction for you?” You genuinely wanted to know.

“Not going down to the basement? Not buying the creepy house that it’s obviously haunted? Burning that hellish looking doll?”

Those were good ideas. But you had your own arguments too. “Well, if you had somehow been trapped in the basement, I’d definitely go looking for you!”

He kept quiet for a few moments, before retorting. “But then the ghost would capture you, and it would be me having to save you.”

“Hey!” You playfully hit his shoulder, before rubbing your hand. “Dammit, what’re you made of?!”

“Me? Pure muscle,” He casually said. “But my armor is made of Kevlar. Did you hurt yourself?”

Without much thinking, he grabbed your hand in his, inspecting your knuckles. They were a bit red, but they wouldn’t bruise. His gloved thumb rubbed it softly, before he realized what he was doing and immediately letting go.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, facing the TV with interest.

It was… strange. Why were your cheeks burning? But most importantly… why was your heart beating so fast? You felt as if the poor thing would jump out of your ribcage any second.

“What color are your eyes?”

The question caught him off guard. He looked in your direction, not knowing whether he should answer or not. Could it compromise his identity?

“Why do you ask?”

“I just… wanted to know.” There was nothing else behind the question. You just wanted to know more about him, and the first thing that came to mind was that. “You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to.”

“Green.” He finally said, once again returning his attention to the television, though he couldn’t focus on whatever was happening.

You tried to picture him. He was tall, with very big arms and an ample chest. Broad shoulders and back… What color was his hair? Was he a brunette? Blond? He didn’t seem old, based on his voice.

“Mine are [e/c]!” You chirped, before realizing that, duh, of course he knew! “Oh… but you already knew that.”

He had noticed the color of your eyes the very first time he saw you. You were looking up at him with a mixture of gratitude and hope as he deactivated the bomb you had been handcuffed to. He didn’t know why he remembered your face so vividly since that day. He could barely make out your features in the dark, just illuminated by the dim light of the light post above, but your eyes he could clearly see.

After his silence, you decided to ask another question. “What’s your hair color?”

“Are you trying to find out my identity or something?” He questioned – no ill intention, but he had sounded a bit guarded.

“No,” Maybe you were invading his privacy a bit. Granted, you couldn’t just find out who he was based on eye and hair color, could you? “Um, do you want some cheesecake?”

The sudden topic change didn’t go unnoticed, but he nodded. “Sure.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

He sighed loudly, rubbing the bridge of his nose through the mask. He noticed the lack of spark in your voice, and he wondered if he had been too harsh.

You returned with a plate in your hand, placing it in the coffee table in front of him.

“Strawberry cheesecake!”

“Is that why you asked what my favorite fruit was?” A couple days ago you had asked him random questions about what his favorite animal, fruit and music were. He didn’t see any harm on that, so he had answered. Maybe questions about his physical appearance made him feel uncomfortable.

“Yeah,” You admitted, sitting next to him, but facing away from him so he could eat. “It’s only fitting that strawberry is your favorite fruit. Is it because they’re red? Is red your favorite co- Uh. Never mind.” You stopped yourself. You were being a bit invasive today, but for some reason you couldn’t stop yourself.

“It is.” He answered after he had taken his first bite. “It’s pretty good, by the way. Did you… make extra?”

What prompted him to ask, he didn’t know. It had become a tradition of sort whenever you prepared something special. You always made extra for him and the others.

“Yes. I’ll go pack it for you!”

You left before he could answer. He sighed, before eating the rest of the dessert. For some reason, even if it tasted delicious, he wasn’t fully enjoying it.

You tried to accommodate the cheesecake as best as you could, cutting it in even pieces so it would fit in the plastic container.

There! You closed the lid, feeling satisfied as you stared at the empty plate. You hoped they would like it.

You watched him walk into the kitchen with the empty plate, and took it from him.

“I can wash that.”

“I’ve got it!” You assured, nodding towards the plastic container. “You can go now, if you want.”

He stared at the red lid, before looking at you. It was earlier than normal – it wasn’t unusual for him to leave you earlier sometimes, but you often looked for excuses to keep him around.

This time, however, you were trying to get him to leave.

And he didn’t like it.

His eyes narrowed as he closed the water faucet, which you were using to wash some dishes.

You looked up at him questioningly.

“The hell’s wrong with you?” He asked, irritation coating his voice.

“W-what do you mean? Nothi-”

“If nothing is wrong, then why’re you kicking me out?”

“I’m not kicking you out!” But you didn’t want to make him feel awkward or uncomfortable with your questions. He seemed like he didn’t want to be there. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to!”

He growled at that, arms slamming on the counter on each of your sides, trapping you against it and his body. “YOU are the one that wants me gone; don’t go putting this on me!”

Your lip trembled, and you felt your eyes fill with tears. You didn’t want to seem like one of those girls that cried their way out of every situation. It wasn’t who you were but many things had happened, and you were scared, nervous, and on edge.

He watched, a bit shocked, as you rubbed the obvious tears. He… had he made you..? He stepped back, noticing he had been more aggressive than necessary. “I’m… uh, I’m sorry,”

You laughed between your tears, shaking your head. “No, I’m sorry… I… I want you to stay, but I don’t want you to stay if I make you feel uncomfortable. It wasn’t my intention to pry. It wasn’t right of me to ask such personal things.”

Your sincerity made him feel like an absolute… jerk. He had misunderstood everything. And he probably gave you the impression he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

Fuck, why did… why did he feel like he had just kicked a puppy? “I want to stay,” He started with the truth. “I’m just not used to people wanting to know me. My secret identity is a big deal to me. Don’t take offense to this, but it’s hard for me to trust people and I only let in those I completely trust.”

You understood, truly, you did. “It’s fine, really. Really.” You repeated. “It’s just… many things have happened… and you are… the only one that… that knows.”

He never realized how much he meant to you. He never heard you mention anyone from your friends or family. You never brought the topic up. You probably didn’t have anyone else to talk to that wasn’t him.

When he thought about it, he was a sort of anchor to you. Keeping you grounded and from going insane. He felt you wanted to feel closer to him – by knowing basic things that shouldn’t be a big deal.

Why was it hurting him to see you in that state? It wasn’t a secret that he was fond of you – heck, he looked forward to your meetings.

He was content with listening to you talk about everything and anything – yet he hadn’t noticed that behind your careless attitude and your incessant rambling you were hurting.

You wanted a friend.

Someone that you could trust and he had practically said to your face that he didn’t trust you.

You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes. You hand tentatively rested on his vest, right over the red bat adorning it.

“Don’t feel bad, yeah?” That was the last thing you wanted. “Red… thank you. You have been there for me when no one else has. That should’ve been enough. But I had to go and…” You trailed. “Don’t… don’t stop coming, yeah?” You pleaded, trying to keep your voice from wavering. “Don’t stop visiting me, please.”

He stared at you for a few moments, watching you break down like that in front of him made him want to tear something, someone, apart. Your eyes were begging him, pleading him not to leave you alone.

“I won’t.” How could he when you had helped him in more ways than one?

You never judged him, you never looked at him with fear, or pity, or both. Not even when he visited the bakery and you could see him – him, not the Red Hood, him.

There wasn’t malice in your eyes. You liked him – liked spending time with him. Out of the four of them, he thought he was the less fitting for the job, but you had chosen him.

Knowing who he was… was it going to change a thing?

Would it make it feel more… personal? More… real?

He was the vigilante, your guard.

But did he want to be more?

He reached for his mask and removed it.

Chapter Text

It took a moment to realize what had happened – what he’d done.

The gears in your brain were working in overdrive, trying to comprehend the situation. He was much more a man of action than he was a man of words.

Then… what did that mean? 

It was so sudden, so unbelievably unexpected.

You felt that if you hadn’t been leaning against the counter, you would’ve probably collapsed on the floor.

Shock, surprise and recognition were a few of the feelings and emotions you were going through.

Your eyes studied his face – his expressions and gestures.

He looked so… vulnerable. His irises… they were a soft green, crystal clear. He was younger than you expected – it seemed he had already been through so much despite his age.

His black, short hair was messy, and a bit damp from having used his mask for the past couple hours.

The patch of white hair – or was it gray? – caught your attention. It made him look… unique.

And the scar… That was a face you could never forget.  

“It’s you,” You whispered, the hand he had been holding minutes prior reached for his face. Your palm rested against his warm cheek.

For a moment you thought you were dreaming, but he felt so real.

You smiled, and this time, it was a sincere smile. A happy one. He never made a move to push you away.

“It’s me.” He echoed. He was sure you recalled him visiting the bakery a couple times before it all went south. “You remember.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. “How could I forget you?” After he had helped you with Noah back in the bakery, you couldn’t stop thinking about him.  “Um… you’re not going to kill me now that I know who you are, right? Right?”

The tension that had built around you two seemed to evaporate, and he had never been more relieved to hear your silly talk. “Maybe. Are you going to tell anyone?”

You moved your hand away from his cheek, noticing you hadn’t meant to touch him for so long, before shrugging. “Ah, who knows? I’m friends with SO many people, especially the press. How much do you think they’ll pay for the exclusive?”

“Not enough to save you from me.”

If that was the case… you didn’t want to be saved.

“Red… why? Why did you do it?” You asked then.

He placed the mask he had been holding in his hand over the kitchen island. “I… I dunno, to be honest.” He sat down on one of the stools. “Maybe I’m trying to say that I trust you.” As much as you had trusted him – and without even seeing his face. “I’m Jason, by the way. Jason Todd.”

“Jason,” You tested his name on your lips. “Would you prefer Jason or Red?”

“Can I have more cheesecake?” He avoided the question, but he really wanted to leave that up to you.

“Jason, it is! If… that’s okay?” You inquired, fetching him another slice.

“That’s okay. When you call the emergency number I gave you, use my vigilante name, though.”

“Gotcha!” You grinned, placing the plate in front of him. “Ah! I’m finally going to see your reaction!”

He took the plate and turned around in the chair, away from you. You whined, pouting at him, before hearing him laugh.

No! The bastard!

He turned back around, stuffing his mouth with a forkful.

You didn’t miss the opportunity to study him. He nodded satisfactorily, swallowing the food, before taking a sip of the glass of milk you had placed in front of him. “It’s pretty good. What did you use for the base? Cookie crumbles?”

“Oreo,” You specified. “I’m… I’m glad you liked it… Jason.”

He blushed a bit, knowing well his mask couldn’t hide the blush anymore. “I noticed you packed it all. Aren’t you going to eat?”

“I don’t like strawberries. Or strawberry cheesecake, for that matter.”

“Then… you made it for me?”

“Yeah! A-and… and for the others, if they like it!” But truth be told, you had prepared it with him in mind.

It was incredible to him how natural it felt to be… himself. He had just revealed who he was to you, but it hadn’t changed anything. Well, technically speaking. The way you looked at him hadn’t changed, and he loved you for it.

Wait.

Wait, wait.

What… did he just...?

“I thought you would be more surprised.” He commented, trying to distract his thoughts from straying to a place he knew there was no coming back from.

You sat down next to him, and giggled. “Oh, believe me, I am! It’s just… I don’t know how to react. You’re still you. Whether you’re Red or whether you’re Jason. Did you expect me to treat you differently?”

“No.” His answer was immediate. “No… I wouldn’t… I don’t want you to.”

Point taken.

“So…” You trailed. “You have black hair,” Prudency was not something you often practiced. Sometimes your body acted before your brain could stop it, and your hand found itself treading through his short hair. “Ah! It’s surprisingly soft!”

He stayed completely still, not knowing how to respond. He knew you acted more on impulse than rationality.

Your hand, soft and delicate was carefully caressing his head, and he found that he didn’t hate it. He wasn’t used to it. There was an initial discomfort because he wasn’t the type of person that often sought physical contact for comfort.

It took him a moment to realize you had been talking to him. “Sorry, what?”

You smiled, playfully combing his white hairs. “Did you dye it? It looks so natural though! But it makes you look… cool!”

Cool. Now, that was a weird way to call it. He had been referred as many things, and cool was definitely not one of them.

“I had an accident and it… happened.”

Oh! You immediately pulled back. “Does it hurt? Did I hurt you?”

“No. It doesn’t hurt.” And you hadn’t hurt him. On the contrary. “Why did you choose to trust me?”

You placed down the water bottle you were drinking from. “Uh…”

“You followed me here without even questioning it. What made you trust me?”

Wasn’t it obvious? “Because… I think you’re a good person.”

“You don’t know that.” He countered, lightly frowning, staring at the half eaten piece of cake.

“No. I don’t know you.” It was the truth, as harsh as it sounded. “But you are. You protected me without asking anything in exchange. You saved me from exploding in pieces! And even when you didn’t have to… you came to keep me company and went with me to the funeral. I don’t know what you’ve been through… but it seems to me you’re… trying.”

“Trying to do what?”

“Trying to be better.” You had heard about all the rumors in the past, when he first showed up in Gotham.

He was ruthless, merciless… deadly. A monster. That was what people thought.

Even if you didn’t agree with his methods, he was doing what he thought best for the city – for that city many people had given up on.

How could someone he had met for only a couple of weeks read him so well? Why was he letting you see that side of him he hadn’t let anyone else see before?

Was it because you never judged him? Was it because you were treating him like a normal human being? Was it because you had openly expressed that you liked him – liked being with him?

Was it because every single time he looked into your eyes he found nothing but fondness, appreciation and affection?

He was awfully quiet – granted, he wasn’t the most talkative person, and you wondered if maybe, just maybe, you had hit a nerve. Had you spoken more than necessary?

You were about to ask him, when he suddenly turned to you.

“Thank you.”

Why was he thanking you? You tilted your head to the side, smiling timidly. “You’re welcome! But what are you thanking me for?”

“The cheesecake.” He lied. “I… Thank you.”

“It was worth seeing your reaction! I think it was pretty cute!”

He almost choked on the piece he was eating.

Cute.

You just did not call him cute.

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Winter had decided to hit Gotham with all its strength. The roads were covered in various layers of snow, and the white sky seemed to hold an endless storm.

It had darkened earlier than usual, so you had nothing better to do than to entertain yourself with the speaker you had found in the storage room.

You were a pretty curious person by nature, always ignoring the saying of curiosity killed the cat, and you stumbled upon many interesting discoveries.

One of them happened to be a Batrang. But it didn’t look any similar to those Batgirl used, and the only other vigilante that used them was Batman.

Jason had confirmed your suspicions and had told you that indeed, the Batman was dead. You knew it, you did. But it still saddened you immensely.

Although he had played it off by shrugging and saying that was the circle of life, you knew that he was affected too.

His words and expressions were good at lying, but his eyes weren’t.

You often caught him staring at a painting of the one and only Bruce Wayne. It was in the living room’s wall, and whenever he thought you weren’t looking, his eyes would inevitably seek for it.

It didn’t take long for you to put two and two together.

Bruce Wayne had been declared dead at the very same time Batman disappeared.

That was no coincidence.

You were positive that Bruce was Batman.

Telling Jason about your discovery, however, wouldn’t be wise, and even if you wanted to be honest, you didn’t want him to think you were asking about The Batman just to find out who he was.

The speaker blared to life with one of your favorite songs. When you had found it, the first thing you had done was run towards your room to look for your phone. It worked with Bluetooth, and you were ecstatic to find it still had some battery left, as if it had been used just for a few minutes and then turned off.

You were alone, so there was no one to watch you embarrass yourself as you started dancing to the catchy rhythm.

It felt nice – like therapy. You felt an enormous weight had been lifted off your shoulders when Jason had told you who he was the week before.

The two of you had become close friends. Or at least, that was what you wanted to believe. He acted much more like himself now that he didn’t have to hide behind the mask. He told you he spoke to the others about it, and he was surprised when they all reacted positively to him coming clean to you.

Of course, you never asked about the other vigilantes’ identities, but you had a feeling that if you tried harder, it was going to be easy to realize who they were.

So you just left it at that, content with your red vigilante.

He had texted you earlier, saying he needed to prepare for an important mission. He mentioned something about the Orchard Hotel.

It had been announced earlier that it was holding a ball of sorts. Like a charity event in the name of Bruce Wayne.

He and the others thought they could find clues about The Court if they showed up. Uninvited of course, but it didn’t matter.

Your hips moved from side to side as your voice accompanied the singer, and so into it you were that you didn’t hear the floor to ceiling window breaking. 

The music suddenly stopped. You had been twirling around, and in that moment were facing away from the speaker. You turned to it, wondering if it had finally run out of battery.

This time, there was no one to warn you.

A claw came down, and you didn’t know how you avoided a more lethal hit.

It missed your throat by centimeters, but you couldn’t react in time to completely dodge it.

The sharp, pointy metal claws dug into the skin of your bare shoulder, almost to your chest, leaving three painful gashes on their way.

You fell to the ground, momentarily stunned, before the pain made itself known.

Blood oozed from the wounds, and you barely had time to roll to the side as another attack came, scrambling to your feet and running towards the hallway.

The training room was at the end of it, and it was the safest place.

You practically jumped inside, before pressing the button hidden beneath a desk. The automated door closed just as the Talon – as you had learnt from Jason – crashed against it.

The metal door dented with the force of the smash, and you could hear the man/thingie/creature scratching frantically at it.

Your body collapsed next to the desk as you tried to desperately stop the bleeding with your hands, feeling your eyes sting with unshed tears.

It was hurting like a bitch, and you couldn’t think straight.

You looked around, noticing a few hand towels, and crawled towards them, not trusting your shaky legs.

Unfortunately, you phone was forgotten in the living room.

You put the towels over your chest, trying to keep calm and not induce a panic attack. That was the last thing you needed.

It didn’t look good – it didn’t feel good, and you were starting to feel lightheaded already.

A moment of divine inspiration came when you remembered the phone on the desk. It was an old phone, but the little lights near the numbers were on. It had to be working!

You moved towards it, struggling to hold it – your bloodied hands were slippery, and it took a few tries for you to dial the number you had memorized.

“Red Hood.” Came his gruff voice, and it seemed to be the final touch for you to break down.

You needed him, you wanted him.

“Jay, please help me!” You had forgotten about his request of using his vigilante name, but you couldn’t think coherently, not with the pain and blood loss.

You heard shuffling on the other side, before the bike’s engine came to life. The screeching of the wheels was loud enough for you to hear it perfectly even amidst your state.

“Stay with me, talk to me.” His voice seemed calm and collected as he instructed you over the phone, but there was a hint of anguish and concern.

“It hurts so much, Red…” You cried, now letting the tears fall down your red, moist cheeks.

“Just hang in there, [Name]!” He was so close to you.

“Jay, I’m sorry…” You were so tired. Exhausted. You wanted to keep talking to him, but your body had other plans as it started to gradually shut down. You rested against the wall, and slowly slid down it, before darkness finally engulfed you.

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They had to prepare and gear up earlier than usual. He was planning on visiting you for a bit. He couldn’t stay long, but he knew you were going to be happy just having him for five minutes.

He wondered what kind of goodies you were going to give him. No, that wasn’t the main reason he wanted to go and hang out with you, but he did look forward to try your recipes.

Barbara went over the details once again; making sure they all remembered their roles and missions. Robin had his tablet in hand, adjusting the last details.

They wanted to make sure everything was perfect.

Initially, only one of them was going to go – Nightwing, but they decided it was better to have all of them. He was going to stay outside with Batgirl while Robin and Nightwing infiltrated.

His earpiece beeped with an incoming call. He usually got a lot of those from their allies; Montoya, Lucius Fox and even Harley, now that they had accidentally set her free.

He answered like every other time. “Red Hood.”

Robin looked at him with interest, wondering if maybe anyone had found anything else. Montoya did say she was going to keep an eye out for the new commissioner, so maybe she had something to report.

But instead, what he heard made his blood run cold as he stared at his older brother practically dash out of the Belfry.

“Jay, please help me!” He couldn’t be mistaken. He hadn’t interacted with you much, but he was sure that was your voice. And the raw, unaltered fright on it was enough to have the Red Hood speeding through the snowy roads.

He nodded at Batgirl and Nightwing. They both could deal with the event at Orchard. He needed to help his brother.

He wasn’t sure Jason knew he had followed him, he seemed to be busy trying to talk to you, but it seemed he hadn’t been successful, if anything by the way he was carelessly driving.

He had never seen the red vigilante in that state. Granted, he had been incredibly worried about Dick when he disappeared on them the time he was captured, but they all had faith he could make it out.

With you, however, it was different. You were no expert fighter, and if something – someone – had managed to break into the penthouse, then your chances were… low.

When they jumped through the already broken window, it was easy to deduce where you had hidden.

There was a trail of blood, broken glass, and at the end of the hallway, a Talon, trying to break down the door to the training room.

He didn’t even have time to attack. He watched as Jason easily disposed of it, and it was notorious he had been more violent than usual. If that thing wasn’t dead before, it surely was now, though he chose not to comment on it. He would let it slide, just for today.

“[Name]!” He called your name, shouldering the door because he couldn’t open it from outside. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

“Let me!” Robin ran towards the keypad on the side, and used his tablet to try to get the door open.  Jason had his mask on, though he could see the surprise show in his body. So he hadn’t noticed he had come with him, huh? The red light above the door finally turned green, and it slid open.  He was already speaking with Alfred before Red Hood could even ask him to. “Al, I need you to send the healing drone to the penthouse NOW!”

The older man didn’t hesitate; assuring them it was on its way.

Robin looked for the first aid kit he knew Bruce kept around, before kneeling in front of Jason.

He had gathered your limp body in his arms. He needed to make sure you were still with him. Robin looked at the wounds, and carefully pried the bloody towel you had put over them so he could take a better look. He examined the slashes, before nodding at his brother.

“How bad?” He asked, staring at his younger sibling.

“It… the blood doesn’t let me see. I don’t think they’re deep, but…” He trailed. “She… was bleeding a lot.”

He tried to keep calm, tried not to let his mind wander to the ‘what ifs’. It didn’t look good, but you were breathing. Shallow, but still there. He knew blood was way more scandalous than it needed, so he could only hope for the best.

“Robin.” He called. “Help me clean the cuts. If they get infected, it won’t be pretty.”

The both of them were careful, though you didn’t wake up at all. Your body reacted on instinct, but other than that, you were still in a deep slumber.

Jason allowed relief to wash over him only when he saw the drone performing healing techniques on you. They had improvised, and had placed you over the training mats because they didn’t want to move you too much until your cuts were stitched.

His crystal green eyes had turned jade, and he was making an inhuman effort not to snap.

There was a familiar feeling swirling inside, eating at him. And he hated it.

He remembered intensely how it felt. How hopeless he had felt when he realized he was trapped and that he was going to die. That no one would or could save him.

It was the same thing he was feeling right now.

Fear.

He couldn’t lose you, not you.

You stirred, and he was all over you, though your lids remained shut. He sighed loudly, watching as the little tweezers of the drone worked to dress your wounds.

The drone had quickly scanned you before it started working on you. The cuts weren’t deep, and they hadn’t touched any important arteries.  

Robin placed a hand on his shoulder, concern evident in his face as he asked; “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.” He assured. “Thank you for coming with me.”

He smiled at the taller male. “Hey, no biggie. But… what do you want to do?”

“I’m taking her with me to the Belfry.”

“I’ll let Alfred know so he can prepare a room.”

Robin left to talk to Alfred, probably because he sensed there was a sort of intimate moment he was interrupting.

Jason stared at you for a few moments. He didn’t want to admit it, but somehow he felt he had failed you. You looked up to him – admired even, and he let you down.

He growled, fist coming down over the wooden desk. The wood gave under the pressure, splintering on contact.

A soft moan came from behind him, and he realized you were waking up.

“Hey,” He greeted softly, gently pushing you down on the training mat you had been lying over. “Take it easy. How are you feeling?”

Your body felt so heavy for some reason. Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten all those nuggets. But they had been so yummy, and you couldn’t help it!

You tried to speak, but your throat was sore. The vigilante noticed, and helped you drink some water.

“Thanks,” You croaked, giving him a small, disoriented smile. “You came…”

He chuckled, nodding. “I can’t let you die, now can I? Who else is going to keep my team fed?”

A giggle left your lips, but it soon turned into a groan. Your chest was hurting so much… “Ow… that owl zombie was angry.”

And gone, but you really didn’t need to know that part. “He won’t touch you again.”

That was good to know. You didn’t know how long you had been asleep, but you still felt tired. “Jay…”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sleepy.”

And drowsy, and full of medication. He knew the feeling perfectly. “Go to sleep. I’ll take it from here.”

But you didn’t want to leave him by himself. “No,” You uttered, trying to keep your lids open, but they were so heavy.

“[Name]. Don’t fight it. You need to rest.” But being the little stubborn girl you were, he knew that wasn’t going to work, so he decided to change tactics. “Do you trust me?”

What kind of stupid question was that? Of course you did! “You know I do.”

“Then be sure I will take care of you.”

You smiled playfully. “Ah, I see. You don’t want me to win the competition of coolest looking scar. But I got three, so I win!”

Ah, at least your sense of humor was intact. “Man, was I that obvious?”

“Yes.” You assured. “Now we’re matching.”

He stopped responding, not because he didn’t want to keep amusing you, but because tiredness had finally gotten a hold of you.

“Red Hood?” Robin was standing at the door, having silently watched the curious exchange. “Alfred is coming with the car. I’ll send the bikes to the Belfry. Do you need any help with-”

“I’ve got it.” He interrupted, carefully lifting you up. “I’m kind of used to carrying her.”

You just fitted perfectly in his arms.

Why was he thinking such thing?

He shook his head, and followed the teen to the elevator, where they met Alfred.

“It seems we will have a new addition to our team, isn’t that right, Master Todd?”