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The Bullet: A Sequel to The Commander - Part 2 (Jason Todd x Reader)

THE SMUT STARTS HERE. THO THIS ONE ISNT ACTUALLY FULL ON SMUT, YOU’LL KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

ALSO, THE FIRST SCENE IS THE RED HOOD AK DLC!!!

WORDS: 7649 WARNINGS: VIOLENCE, FIREARMS, SURVIVOR’S GUILT, SMUT (hihi)

MASTERLIST

THE BULLET MASTERLIST

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Jump.

Glass shattering beneath his feet, the Red Hood dove in from the unknown above and landed meticulously on his knee and fist onto the cold hard ground. Black Mask’s goons were quick on their feet, but it wasn’t without the chilling spook instilled into their beating chests that came with every one of his unsuspected appearances.

“I would run if I were you!” Red Hood grabbed his two hand guns and open fired at the incoming company. About ten of them in the room, to his estimate. They brought out their fists, trembling no less, but it didn’t mean they wouldn’t be up to a fight. The vigilante started with the left. Leaping towards the black masked goon, he slammed the back of his gun against his head, whilst narrowly avoiding a hit from another. From behind, he could feel another about to take him, so he let the thug grab him before he laid it on him with a series of elbow shots left and right until his body was too limp to even move. He threw him from behind, over his back, then Red Hood shot him in the head.

The others must have thought he wasn’t really going to willingly kill. Surprise, surprise. He was.

Another three shots at one of them. He backflipped, landing a kick to a man’s chest before he shot his neck. He turned around and hit a head with his closed fist. A fucking barrel of gasoline came flying to his way. At the last second, he grabbed it with both arms and hauled it over to two heads. “You better hit harder than that!” one of them said.

“You get points for trying!” Red Hood sputtered as he fired his guns at an onslaught from three men just about to collapse. Then the gate started to rise. Reinforcements. Now, we’re talking.

Two of them had electrified sticks in their hands. Cute. Just like the ones from the militia. He just aimed at their head and in no time, they ended up on the ground. A dozen of them were after him now, and without much of a fight, Red Hood slowly took them out one by one, leaping in the air, landing a kick or two at one before jumping to the next to land his fist at wherever. He stunned one of them, then right before any of them could interfere, he started landing a run of punches right to his chest, more than enough to fully take him down. Then he used his body as leverage to pull himself up, before hitting his head stronger than any concussion he could survive with.

A few more. His ammo was barely even out. He kept firing at anyone coming close to him, with his hits getting stronger and faster the more he landed a hit. He dodged one just as he was about to be grabbed and pinned to the ground, so with a flying kick, the thug’s body was sent to a wall.

Three. Two. One.

One more.

Red Hood walked over to the trembling Black Mask goon and grabbed him by the collar.

“Where’s Black Mask keeping the goods?!”

“You want information,” the man coughed. “Read a newspaper!”

“Wrong answer-“

The gun he held up to his head sent his arms flying and his whole body shaking beneath Red Hood’s hold. The man gave in. “Okay, okay! At the Docks! He’s keeping the guns at the docks!”

“Appreciate that!” Red Hood slammed his head with hi gun, landing him onto the floor, then without further thought, he placed a bullet right into his skull.

Penguins shipment must have just arrived. The docks shouldn’t be too far off.

-----

She didn’t stay in the hospital longer than the doctor forced her too. He hadn’t slept. Demanded to be placed in the same room as she was. He told himself he was okay enough to take care of her when he was just as equally in need of help. But he ignored the pain. She needed him.

Jason walked over to her hospital bed. She wasn’t even asleep. She was sitting up, knees folded up to her probably aching chest. Her eyes have never looked so empty and dead. She was cold to touch, her eyes dark circled with bags and bloodshot. She didn’t turn to him. And if there were tears, they had dried out after the past nights of endless torturous crying over something she couldn’t go back to.

When Jason reached for her hand, she broke down. For the hundredth time, she cried. And even when he could feel the guilt pulling her away from letting him hold onto her, he mustered up all the strength he could, held her to his chest and felt the tears seep into his clothes. It stung. Everywhere. On his skin, and within his chest no medication could reach.

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The weapons were all at the docks, alright. Black Mask couldn’t have made it more obvious. Never mind it saying ‘Gotham Hardware’ at the middle. His goons had their masks on stupidly as if a big fat ‘Illegal Shipment Happening Here!’ neon light up sign was flashing through the street.

Red Hood climbed up a metal beam and turned on his heat censors.

“You’re all about to discover crime doesn’t pay…” he whispered.

One of them had a bullet proof vest. There were eleven of them. All heavily armed. He’s going to have to take all these morons out silently.

He started with the bullet proof one. Might as well get him over with. He grappled over to the center, grabbed onto the ledge just below the railing where he couldn’t be seen.

Then when the man walked close enough, Red Hood flipped himself over to let his feet land onto his head. He twisted his neck with his incredibly strong thighs, then his fist met his face. One down. He fired his gun at an armed guard who caught sight of him and he was down after just three shots.

His own bullet wounds started to sting, but at that point he barely went through a day without an injury just slightly holding him back. Red Hood swung over to the control area where the beams were to be moved around and crouched down before one of them saw him. He hid behind a weapons crate, waited until he was inside, then just as he was out of anyone else’s sight, Red Hood crept up from behind and outrightly snapped his neck. “Worthless ape,” he muttered.

Another one nearby. He just shot him in the head when he wasn’t looking with the gun right up against his temple. The fifth one was all the way to the other side, just by himself, so he took out both guns and fired mercilessly at his chest. He fell over the ledge and his cold, bloodied body was spilled out onto the ground.

The others started finding the bodies. He heard one of them scream his name. Red Hood waited behind the crates for another to climb up a ladder, then he snapped his neck again just to keep his silence. He left him on the ground.

Not one of them had managed to land a hit on him yet. He was starting to get bored. Through the night, taking advantage of their fear and the darkness to his favor, the Red Hood terrorized the whole of the docks, sending one body lie cold after another. Some of them, he just subdued, but when he felt like it, he snapped their necks or placed a bullet into their heads. Tonight, he was so feeling it.

Turns out a lot of them wore bullet proof vests. Didn’t mean he killed them any less viciously.

Two of them huddled together by doorway. Red Hood grappled up, flipped over the railing with the goons’ backs turned to him, then without any of them taking notice, he grabbed the back of one’s collar, flipped him over to the other one’s body, then when both were on the floor, he shot them.

The last one, the same as the other, on the ground shivering as Red Hood approached him with a big hand gun coming for his head. His voice was clear through his visor. “I want a word with your boss, Black Mask. Where is he?”

“You ain’t gonna kill me! You ain’t gonna kill me!!!”

Damn Bruce’s moral code and how it’d affected Gotham’s crime monkeys. This wasn’t the first time they taunted him for not actually being able to take lives.

“Do I look like Batman to you?” he growled. “Rethink your answer before I fill you up with lead…”

The henchman mustn’t have been paid too much because he immediately gave in.

“Downtown. In his office. But you ain’t gonna kill him. He knows you're coming, freak!”

He slammed his visor onto the man’s black mask. On the ground, through the eye holes, Red Hood could see what every man had on their eyes before death came in to consume him.

“Good,” he said, then he shot him in the chest.

-----

Nothing has ever hurt more.

It had already been a few weeks. She hasn’t let him do so much as touch her. Never. Never has she ever been so distant, so consumed in her own guilt that even he didn’t have an answer to. He can tell himself it wasn’t her fault as much as it wasn’t his. But he knew, she knew, that at the end of the day, it was her doing. And he was never going to outrightly admit that. And even if it was true, when at last, he does believe it was because of her, he’d already forgiven her. How couldn’t he?

How could he let all this built up anger get the best of what they had? She meant everything to him, always had. And now, she was solely the only thing he’s got. He can't let this take over what they had. But he couldn’t even tell her that. Not when she hadn’t spoken anything over the littlest words of bland acknowledgement, yes or no’s every now and then. She hasn’t kissed him, held him. But when she does speak, it’s in cries of bitter horror asking him for the forgiveness he never wanted out of her.

Laying on opposite sides of the bed, he stared out into the window. She wasn’t asleep. He could tell. Jason shifted in the bed so he could face her.

The sheets formed her figure, and he could see just how beautiful she was even in such sadness. He really, really wanted to hold her. Because as much as this was hurting her, it was hurting him, too. They’d both lost. And they were supposed to be in this together.

He reached out to her shoulder, and after letting him touch her for the shortest moment, Y/N moved away. He fell asleep that night, only out of exhaustion, with endless tears flooding their pillows.

-----

The pain. It never faltered. Never hindered with anything he’s ever sought to try.

It was always there. Every bullet he shot, every neck he’s snapped. It all goes back to everything he’s lost. Everything he’s ever loved. He reached Black Mask’s office and he’d been mindlessly firing his bullets at everyone who was in his way. He didn’t care, never gave anyone much of a thought. He wasn’t a hero, but he was killing villains. Fuck what he was. He didn’t have anything to hold onto anymore.

Red Hood got to a group of unarmed men, and with a long stretch of his neck, he gripped onto his guns, head craned down. “Useless dogs,” he growled. Then already he’s flipped one of them over to the ground at a hard slap against the side of his face. He fired his guns, left and right, then flipped over so his feet landed on someone, anyone’s face. Their fucking masks on were practically to no use. He used to them hit their heads harder, as if the butt of his guns or his fists already weren’t enough. A number of them were scattered around, but not one of them landed a single hi-

A large blow to his back. He almost-almost-fell to the ground, but he stretched out his spine, turned around, and the goon in question was backing away from Red Hood’s obviously larger frame. He blew his brains out before he could move any further. Two of them went after him at the same time, and he flew in the air, grabbed their heads, then smashed them against each other.

The doors flew open.

Roman Sionis. Black Mask. In an untainted white suit. Probably his worst enemy. The man, not the suit. The crime lord held out his fists and screamed, “Big mistake coming here! Big mistake!”

Red Hood rolled his eyes, then dodged just as a sniper’s red laser managed to get a good shot of him. He jumped, his leg landing against two necks cracking beneath his boot. “This is gonna hurt,” Black Mask said.

“Blah, blah, keep on yapping,” Red Hood fired two shots at him and jumped over to another henchman just about to hit his head with a lead pipe. Alternating between his fists and feet, Red Hood took them all out one after the other, shooting at Black Mask when the last bullet wasn’t enough. He flew in the air, he jumped against walls, he moved so swiftly not one of them could catch him in the middle of a strike. One of them got too close to an electrical control box and he slammed his head into the board.

When at last, Black Mask was the only one left, his henchmen’s bodies scattered about on the floor, Red Hood, growling beneath his breath, grabbed the smaller man by the collar and hauled him up in the air.

“Black Mask,” he said. “You shoulda left when you had the chance…”

Red Hood pushed him against a glass window, and he held onto the one hand on his neck.

“Y-you don’t need to do this,” he trembled. At least his men put up more of a fight. This coward didn’t even take long to give in. “Whatever you want! Please. I’ll take a plane. Leave Gotham. Never show my face again. Anywhere you want. I’ll go anywhere!”

As if that’s ever done any good for anyone.

“How about you go to hell…”

His boot, right up against his chest. Red Hood pushed him into the window and it broke at the impact. Roman Sionis fell to his death five stories above ground.

“Say hi to Joker for me…”

-----

For the first time in weeks, Y/N crawled over to his side of the bed, his chest warm and naked and all the tensions, his muscles frozen over, it all felt infinitely better at her touch. She wrapped her arms around his body from behind, her chin against his shoulder. “I love you…” she said into his ear.

Jason held her arm and placed a kiss onto her wrist. He felt tears seep into his chest. And that was all there is. Maybe, this was the first step at getting better. He closed his eyes, hoping tomorrow had something better in store.

He never realized that was her saying goodbye.

Jason woke up to an empty bed.

No.

No. No. No. No.

Everything was gone. Her clothes. Her guns. All her stuff. It was all gone. It couldn’t be… She would have been preparing for so long.

But everything was still there before he went to bed. Even her toothbrush was gone from the cup on the sink. How could she have taken everything and wiped out all traces of her in so little time?

No. Fucking no.

He tore up the apartment. He looked through the only three rooms they had. Nothing. Like she was nothing but a dream he’d conjured up this whole time. The most wonderful, dangerous dream.

Jason sank to the ground, hands trembling on his phone as he called her but to no end, no one answered.

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It was raining by the time he’d snuck out of the building. Out into the alleyways, where the winds were disrupted even when his hood concealed most of the cold, he leaned against the wall and stretched out his back, hand over his abs to feel for any of the stitches possibly ripped apart or any sigh of bleeding. There was a sting, but nothing too much to worry about.

Twenty-thousand dollars. Right inside a cash box in Sionis’s office where a bunch of them were counting the bills. He took them out and flashed through them with his fingers before stuffing them deep into his pants. He’ll have to get out soon. It wouldn’t be too long before they’ll find the bodies.

Red Hood walked into the alley; head faced down into the darkness. He placed his guns firm into his holsters and hissed his way through the pain. There was nothing much left for him to do. Black Mask was dead, probably the one asshole he’s had to deal with the most, other than Penguin and the rest. It had always been Sionis who he’s messed with for more than two years now. He finally killed him. After all this time.

He didn’t know what was about to happen next, what happens to his empire. He and Deadshot used to take them out one by one. Gotham’s biggest crime families. Just two days ago, she took out Sal Maroni, the last of her debt to Falcone. And what usually happens was that their money, their weapons cache, their drug crates, they all usually get turned up to the police.

Further down the alleyways, he found a place where he could change and take off his visor.

His feet stepped into the puddles into the cracks of the ground and the raindrops fell seeping into his clothes. He stopped when he saw a dark figure standing in between the walls of the alley not so far from him. As a light from a car passed by, he saw bright flashes of blue glisten from his black suit. And in his hands, the figure held onto two escrima sticks.

Red Hood’s hand went over to his gun, then he heard something else from behind him, jumping from one of the rooftops. He turned around.

Red and yellow. He could see it from the lamppost enlightening the other side of the alley. A domino mask on his face. A long Bo staff held over his shoulder.

Nightwing and Robin stared at him from opposite ends, then they made their way to the center.

Red Hood didn’t even flinch. “This is why I have two guns.”

He grabbed the two from his holsters, holding them out to opposite ends, then started firing at will at wherever he could. Nightwing flipped over his back, missing the bullets, then Robin jumped towards a trash bin to avoid the shots.

“Jason!”

“What the fuck do you assholes want now?!”

He kept firing, then Nightwing was first to climb out from hiding, swiftly running sideways against the wall. Red Hood focused fire on him, then when he felt Robin come up from behind, he turned around to swing his arm, but Robin ducked just in time.

A kick to his back, from Nightwing’s stupid leotard-covered leg. Red Hood fired his gun at his direction but Nightwing had flew up in the air, the way only an acrobat can do, and landed his knee against Red Hood’s visor.

“You killed Black Mask!” Robin screamed.

“You can't hold anything against me-“

“We just saw you come out of Black Mask’s hideout with fifty other dead bodies!” Nightwing tried to grab him in a headlock, but Red Hood butted his head into his nose and elbowed him out of the way.

Robin tried blocking Red Hood’s blows with his staff, spinning it around to create some sort of shield from his hits. Nightwing landed a few hits on his shoulder with his own sticks, but Red Hood didn’t falter.

Until he was hit right in the stomach by Robin, making his knees tremble at the shooting pain until he kneeled to the ground.

“You fucking replacement-“

“Nightwing, watch out!”

Red Hood shook off the pain, started for the wall so make him run right up to it and spin around, open firing at every direction he can aim at.

“You two can fucking try.”

“Jason, just stop!”

“Why the fuck would I stop!?”

“Come with us to the safehouse-“

He almost shot Nightwing in the shoulder if he didn’t move in time. They kept leaping, dodging his bullets, then Robin started for his limbs but he could only land so many hits.

“Why?! Because Bruce is gone, you think I’m just gonna come crawling back to you?” he snorted. “I don’t believe for a second that that dickhead’s dead.”

“Why would we lie about that?” Nightwing said.

“You people lie about everything!”

“Jason-“

“You, shut up!” He pointed the gun at Robin. They’d stopped fighting. They just stood each other off, hands up. Robin held his head high despite the muzzle being pressed right against his forehead. “You don’t get to talk.”

“Robin’s only trying to help-“

Red Hood laughed a grim, throaty chuckle. “I want either of you morons to pinpoint the exact point in time when I asked for your fucking help.”

“This isn’t how we do things-“

“This is how I do things. I don’t play by Bruce’s stupid code anymore. And I swear, the next time you show up bringing this with you,” he shuffled the gun against Robin. “I’ll put a bullet into both your skulls.”

“Jason-“

He shot the ground just where Nightwing was standing. The older man breathed, panted at the sight of near death. He looked up to where Red Hood’s eyes would be. “Either you come with us, or we take you to the police. You’ve killed too many.”

“Good luck catching me.”

“Commissioner, do you copy?”

GCPD’s radio signal. It started blaring out from Nightwing’s communicator loud enough for all of them to hear.

“Two vehicles on pursuit. We have eyes on Deadshot driving a pizza truck in Drescher.”

“Sending coordinates.”

Nightwing was just about to turn off the radio when Red Hood spun around, kicking both of them in the knees, before popping out a smoke bomb.

He grappled up to the roof. “Where the hell is he going?!” Robin yelled.

Red Hood didn’t give them a second look. He jumped up and around from rooftop to rooftop. He could feel them coming his way, either to put him down or see why he was suddenly so keen on brushing them off.

He turned on his own comms.

“Attempting rolling roadblock.”

“She’s losing control. Calling for backup.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. The woman can drive a tank but she has no idea how to drive a fucking pizza truck.

He turned his head back, with Nightwing and Robin still on his tail. Pulling out his gun, he started firing at them but kept his speed.

“We’re coming with you!”

“This is my fucking fight, Grayson! Just stay away!”

He jumped into a roof too far for his feet to reach. Grabbing onto the edge with just his fingers, Red Hood barely pulled himself up. Nightwing’s leaner physique and acrobatic abilities allowed him to backflip through the distance and Robin’s cape helped him glide much more smoothly. He snorted.

A bike. Just nearby at the sidewalk. He jumped off the side, hands and feet slowing his descent towards the ground, and as swiftly as he could, Red Hood reached the ground and jumped onto the vehicle. He started the ignition, and just before the two could reach him, he’d sped off into the streets.

-----

Maybe going after one of El Penitente’s drug houses wasn’t such a good idea when cops were in the middle of a gathering in a nearby pizza parlor.

And maybe it wasn’t a good idea to steal one of the trucks to get out of the place just because she couldn’t find a single bike nearby.

This time, she wasn’t there on an assignment. She chose Penitente’s Cartel because of their operations reaching out to an elementary school. Of course, it wasn’t without stealing from one of their cash boxes. She wasn’t in this for free.

But it didn’t matter how much money she had on her now when she was running for her life, driving a damn pizza truck around Founder’s Island with three police cars on her tail. The roads were roaring of sirens, car horns, noises. She took a sharp turn at an intersection and the truck almost fell over at the weight. Fuck.

“Attempting rolling roadblock,” she heard one of the cops say into an intercom. She stepped on it, and running past the traffic with the cars steering out of the way. She cursed repeatedly as two cars started to surround her sides.

So she turned into an alleyway barely able to fit the truck inside. Running over trash bins and sacks and probably a cat that was too slow to get out of the way, the police cars came up behind her. She was met with another road, then she turned to the side, facing the incoming traffic. FUCK.

Left. Right. Left. The truck was fucking heavy. Like she was actually lugging it around. She managed to steer into the right side of the road without running anyone over and stepped on the gas. She was running out of fuel. As if the world hadn’t already been so cruel to her.

As she passed an intersection, the cops caught up behind her.

A motorcycle, speeding like a bullet to her side. It caught her attention as she heard the driver yell out to her. She glanced at him and almost choked at the sight of a red hood.

“Fucking-“

“PULL YOUR WINDOW OPEN!”

“GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY!”

But as she pushed on the gas, Red Hood only seemed to go faster. “DEADSHOT!”

“LOOK OUT!”

Red Hood swerved just as he was about to hit a pole. Then he kept to her side, slamming his fist against the car door. Deadshot turned further away from her and saw the cops coming nearer.

“JUST LET ME IN!”

“NO!”

Red Hood grunted, then he disappeared. She turned left and right, away from the cars too slow to move out.

Then before she could notice Red Hood coming from the other side of the truck, he had leapt all the way over to the window, pushing his boots against the glass so it broke upon impact. Deadshot blocked herself from the shards, then shot him a deathly glare as he sat on the passenger seat.

“MISS ME?”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”

“EYES ON THE ROAD!”

She turned before she hit an old lady on the pedestrian lane.

“What are you trying to do?!”

“Helping you. You can't get out of this alive.”

“Excuse me?!”

A police car, just at her left, so close to coming to her window. “Shit-“

“Let me drive-“

“I can take this!”

Another sharp turn, then the truck was so close to falling over, they felt the weight on themselves.

“Okay,” she gulped. “You drive.”

She climbed over Red Hood’s lap over to the passenger side, then Red Hood took the wheel, slammed on the gas, then sped through the roads.

“Won't use your whole arsenal of weapons on your back?”

“I’ve sworn off killing cops.”

He swerved just enough to hit the police car’s left side. It skidded into the road, but not enough to stop it. “What do we do?”

“We’re gonna crash this thing!”

“What?!”

“Got your grappling gun ready?”

Crime Alley. He’s headed for Crime Alley. The cars around them were frantically turning around and they were practically running on two wheels at this rate. Why did she have to pick a fucking truck?!

“Get your gun and fire at the air!”

To scare people off. They’ll set themselves aside. Deadshot grabbed her pistol, pointed it at the sky just outside her window and started firing relentlessly into nothing. People were screaming out of the way, and the cops started calling in backup. One of the pedestrians jumped onto the sidewalk just as he crossed the road and another threw himself at a window for safety. The streets have never been so chaotic.

But then again, this was Gotham. It continues to surprise itself.

“On my count, shoot at the windshield!”

Deadshot held onto her gun like her life depended on it. At the sharp turn over to a corner, just for the split second they were out of the cop’s sight, Red Hood fully turned the wheel until the truck finally gave out and fell onto its side.

They grabbed onto the seats, holding their heads. Sparks started to fly out onto the now secluded streets and the truck drifted against the ground. “Now!”

She fired at the windshield, then they both kicked at the glass with their boots. Two grappling guns shot out onto the nearest rooftops it could reach and they fled out of the truck just as it skidded into a sidewalk and crashed.

And just as the police came to the scene, Red Hood and Deadshot had disappeared.

The cops went up to the truck.

“Thought you said those guys broke up?”

“They don’t exactly keep you updated on vigilante relationships on TMZ, now do they?”

-----

She couldn’t possibly think he’d just go away after that.

Crime Alley. It was deserted, despite the fact that at this time it should already be littered with thugs and maybe a robbery somewhere if you looked hard enough. Deadshot landed her feet onto a puddle, followed by another set of boots slamming against the ground behind her.

She started walking towards the light, at the streets, but she felt a hand reach for her shoulder.

So the first thing she did was turn around and kick him in the chest, right where she knew the bullet wounds would hurt the most.

“Fuck!” he landed on the ground. “What was that for?!”

“Why can't you just leave me alone!?”

“I saved your life-“

“I didn’t need you to save it!”

Red Hood got up to his feet and ran in front of her, stopping her from walking any further. “Lately you’ve been out of control-“

Deadshot scoffed under her white mask. “So you decide to play the hero and step in? Stir trouble over at the other side of the city in Chinatown so they’d leave me alone? Or kill Black Mask right before you knew he was about to hire me the next day?!”

“I’m not sayin-“

“Say it! Say I’ll be dead without you! Convince me that I need you so much so I’ll come crawling back!”

“That’s not what I’m trying to do!”

“Then what!?” her muffled screams echoed into the darkness.

“Is it so wrong that I’m looking after you!?” He stepped forward and his larger body pushed her back.

“I don’t need you to look after me.”

“You think you can fucking stop me?”

Deadshot pushed his chest with her arms, but he caught her wrists, twisted them so she’d fall off before she could grab him.

“I swear. The next time I see you following me-“

“You’ll what?”

Deadshot looked up at his visor and stared him down with what little he could see of her eyes. Her optics glowed, and she hoped it blinded him from such close distance.

“Just. Leave. Me. Alone.”

“You’re insane-“

That’s it. This asshole’s gonna pay.

A swing of her leg, right against his head. Red Hood flew over to the wall and Deadshot grabbed his jacket to fling him over to the other side of the alley.

“I’m not here to fight!”

“I wasn’t either!”

She ducked before Red Hood’s arms could come and grab her, then she started for her leg, pulling him down to the ground. With his boots, he kicked her down, grabbing her with her mask so he could push her against the wall.

“Don’t ever call me crazy-“

“Then what is it with all these suicide missions!? You trying to get yourself killed?!”

She held onto the hand grabbing her collar. “Shut up!”

A knee managed to reach up to his chin. Red Hood backed off, stretching his jaw, then Deadshot started flinging her fists over to his visor. Some he could block, some he couldn’t. Her punches got stronger but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. Not without her guns.

Red Hood grabbed her fists and pushed her away, then with his arm, he grabbed her into a headlock really making sure she couldn’t squirm out of it.

“Enough!”

A gun. She managed to grab one from her holster. She slammed it against his head and shot up into the sky, right up against Red Hood’s ear.

He hissed at the noise for the slightest split second, then pulled out his own gun.

Right where they were two years ago. Pointing their guns at each other when both of them knew none of them would pull the trigger.

“Put the gun down,” Red Hood said. “You really gonna shoot me?”

“I just might.”

She wouldn’t. He knew she wouldn’t. Even with the mask over her face, he could see her features soften the way it did when she was looking at him.

So Red Hood lowered his gun first, dropped it to the ground.

“Go ahead.”

Fuck.

She hated it when he did this, challenge her into doing something so vile and cruel just as he did at the militia. It was nothing more than when he’d ask her to put a bullet into someone’s skull when he felt like it.

She wanted him to take off that fucking visor and look at her right at her face when he did this.

Deadshot dropped her gun, then her hands went over to her head just to squeeze the pain out of her scalp.

“Fuck!” she growled.

“Y/N…”

Jason raised his visor and his hood.

How his eyes screamed out to her, asked her to be calm, to be how she would be towards him if they weren’t in this alley. The look that had always been the one thing she could hold onto, to keep her on the ground and at the same time fly her all the way up to the sky.

Y/N took off her mask.

And she turned around before looking at him just became too much.

“God…” she whispered to herself. “What have I done…”

“Come back to me… Please…”

“Jason-“

He stepped in front of her, backing her against the wall. She looked up and all she wanted to do was kiss him.

“I want you back… Please come back.”

“Jay-“

“I blame myself just as much as you do.”

“You told me so,” she bit back the tears, the crack on his voice. Looking up, his face getting closer to hers. “The look on your face when we were at that hospital…”

“I’d never say that…”

“I’m so sorry…” she cried. Something was blocking her throat from coming up with any else for her to say. Jason’s gloved hands, though stiff and cold, felt comfortable holding her face. She held his wrists. She wanted them there. So much. But further more and she’ll never be able to let go. She tried to pry them away, but his hold was too strong.

Fuck, his breath. His voice. His face. She wanted to have him, pull his hand and go over to her place for the night…

“You're the only one for me-“

“Don’t go there-”

“You are.”

“I said don’t.”

That’s when Jason froze at the pursing glare shooting right from her eyes and onto his own. She grew stiff, then started to push him back.

“I was clearly not the only one-”

Jason exhaled a long, shaky whip of air. “What?”

“You think you're the only one following me around?” she scoffed. “I saw you bring in a few women into the apartment.”

“You left me-“

“Don’t go around saying you were so fucking loyal-”

“Y/N, they meant nothing.”

“Don’t say it,” she breathed. “It’s a surprise you still claim not to be over me at all.”

A hand to his chest, but this time he stood firm.

Then it was his turn to push her body against the wall.

“You have no idea…” he growled against her face. Actually growled. Low cracking at the pit of his voice. His breath hot, right up against her mouth. He made sure his body guarded around her so she couldn’t move. His chest, pressed right up against her. “Those women I’ve used… Just to get over you…”

She was shaking, not so much as terrified as she was feeling some kind of surge up to her head. His voice, it was comparable to a lion’s before it pounced at a gazelle.

“You know how much I hate putting myself out there to people I don’t trust but I was fucking ruined after you left. So I tried it. Just a few times. I kept my clothes on. I didn’t let them see or touch me. But I fucked them. Exactly like we used to the first time. Just to see if it could make me forget you.”

“Jason, stop-“

But his arms caged around her. She shut her eyes, felt his nose trail up to her forehead. She didn’t want him to feel how much she was trembling. Not at fear. No.

Jason’s lips, hovering over hers so intensely close. She could feel them touch, ever so softly just enough to feel the friction but not hard enough to actually kiss. Y/N wanted so badly to close the distance between them.

“I tried so fucking hard, then I ended up screaming your name when I came-“

“Fuck, Jay.”

Still, she couldn’t move, though her efforts to do so were getting less and less.

“Then I realized you’re the only one I’ll ever want to fuck. You know why?”

With his arms, so large and enticing, he flipped her over so she faced the wall. She tried to keep off the wet cement but Jason was pressing against her back.

She could move now. Out of the way. Push him back and leave for good.

But, god almighty, she didn’t want to.

His head came up to Y/N’s shoulder, and with her hand, she touched the side of his face. “Why…” she asked him.

Jason pushed his hips against her ass.

“They couldn’t get my cock to be as painfully hard for them as you do…”

“Shit,” she moaned, his breath painfully hot against her neck.

“They weren’t as soaking wet for me as your pussy gets even when I just breath into your ear… Just like this.”

And he did just that, whispering against her ear despite her hair in the way. Y/N was up against the wall, cheek against the cement.

Then her eyes rolled to the back of her skull when Jason reached in to cup her pussy. “Oh!”

Not being touched for so long, she just might cum right then and there. If he moved even the slightest bit, despite all the layers of her suit, she’ll cum. “Fuck!”

“It doesn’t even come close when I had you bent over my desk being fucked like you weren’t the Commander of my militia army-“

She tried to grind against his palm, closing her eyes, imagining just that memory she’d memorized despite the years.

“And when they came,” he pressed a finger further into her hole despite the gloves he had on. “It’s not as fucking satisfying as watching you shake and scream out my name… even with just my fingers.”

When her pussy lips had opened up enough for him to feel her clit, his fingers firmed up, then he started slowly rubbing over the thick layers of her suit. She cried out, but he kept his mouth too far for her to conceal her moans with.

“That’s it…” he breathed against her ear when she kept grinding. “You miss this, don’t you?”

“Yes!” She grabbed his hair and pulled to make the goodness ease up, but she was so fucking wet, she could hear it even from there. Y/N pressed her forehead against the bridge of his nose, then Jason started digging his teeth into whatever skin she had that was exposed near her jaw. “You’re mine…”

“Jason…”

Police sirens. Coming from outside the alley. They stopped and turned their heads to wherever the sounds came from.

When the car had passed, Crime Alley was empty.

-----

From above one of the buildings at Drescher, Red Hood and Deadshot stood over the ledge, watching the police frantically go about the city in search for them. They looked like ants from where they stood. Red Hood kept his hood on, but his visor was up.

Hands on their sides, feet on the ground as if ready to just jump onto the ledge from right across, they took in at how the city was, quite literally, at their feet. They weren’t welcome here. They were despised. But they were needed. In their own, sick little way.

Jason didn’t look at Y/N as he was the first to speak.

“I’m sorry,” he swallowed. “I don’t know what came over me…”

“It’s… Don’t apologize.”

Jason reached over to hold her arm, expecting the same rejection as before. Her pushing him away, backing off, leaving before anything else were to happen.

But she welcomed his touch. A flood of cool relief went over his body when she did. Y/N, without her mask on, closed her eyes and touched his hand with her fingers over his skin.

Then he pulled her closer until his arms were fully around her, encasing her into his chest. She did the same and hugged his neck so tightly, it didn’t even matter the suit he wore or the armor between them. Jason pressed their foreheads together, eyes closed, feeling her body, her warmth that he yearned for so much.

Hands on the sides of his face, thumb brushing over the brand on his cheek, Y/N broke down. “I’m sorry…”

“Stop that.”

“I made you lose everything…”

Jason pulled her even tighter, then his lips met her cool skin.

“Only when you left…”

He let go of her waist so he could look so deeply into her eyes with his hands holding onto her cheeks.

“If it’s what you want, I’ll leave you alone. For good. It’s your choice now…”

A tear down her face. She closed her eyes before any more could seep out and fall.

“But if you come over to the apartment tonight, I swear, I’ll never let you go again, no matter what you or anyone else does to keep us apart.”

She kissed him, lips unmoving yet still so powerful and silent. The cold Gotham winds couldn’t pull them apart. Nothing can. If she chooses not to…

When Jason left, she was at the rooftop for hours on end, fighting against herself for her own life.

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Not a single light turned on.

His eyes were bloodshot. From the past three bottles of booze he had at the side of his bed. The last one he’d thrown against the wall.

Encompassed with the same cloud of loneliness, defeat, helplessness that he had to succumb over the passing months, it had been hours. For just the slightest, yet slowest moment, he thought she would actually give in this time.

But he should have known. Her stubbornness. Her will. He never should have expected her to come.

Then, he guessed, this meant it was over.

Love. A fucking torment to his life he never should have given into.

Another bottle would help.

Still just a bit tipsy, Jason walked away from his bed, hand on the wall, then he walked over to the kitchen to grab one from the fridge. He tore the cap open with his bare hands and drank almost a third of it in one gulp.

Hands over the counter, he closed his eyes. This wasn’t the reality he had to face. It couldn’t possibly be.

He was so into his thoughts, he almost completely neglected the light coming in from the bathroom.

Jason walked over to the bathroom door to turn it off before going to bed.

Only to stop his tracks when he saw her, through the slightest creek of the open door, her back turned over with her hair undone and over her shoulders.

Fuck.

Y/N must’ve known he was watching.

Because she took off her suit, slipped it off her arms, then her bare back stared at him so deliciously perfect and waiting for his lips to kiss every part of it.

Fuuuuck.

And she took so long just fixing her hair, head ever so slightly turned to his direction. Jason stood frozen, jaw on the ground, then he swore he had to hold back a small yelp when she bent over to take her pants off, along with her underwear. She even arched up her back to make her body look even hotter than it already was.

Completely naked. Beautiful. Absolutely flawless. Y/N didn’t glance behind her when she walked over to the shower, then let the boiling hot steam fog up the air.

Fuck.

Yes.

Not too long after, Jason slipped out of his clothes, pulled the glass door of the shower open.

Then when Y/N looked over her shoulder, he shut it behind him.

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Ok but could you Imagine danny running from his parents and stumbling in on the batcave and seeing the bat computer and thinking, “Technus uses computers to heal, maybe I can do that?” And he possesses the computer and the next day he looks out from the screen and sees this man dressed as a bat typing away.

Danny see’s what he is looking for and helps Batman in his search and points him in the right direction.

And this is batman year one so he just is like, “man my computer is so smart!” And Danny is just happy to help.

Over time Danny becomes attached to Bruce and Alfred and the is excited to meet Dick and over time another kid, Jason, and Barbara is there as Batgirl. Danny is proud of Bruce for growing a family but then the news of Jason’s death and Danny is heartbroken and Danny hates that he can see Jason’s suit on display from his vantage point. Then Tim comes in and Danny is reluctant to let the kid in but he cant help growing attached much like he did for Dick and Jason. Then Damien comes and turns everything on its head, trying to kill Tim. And Jason came back from the dead and became Red Hood then Steph, Cass, and Duke joined the family and he is just happy to be able to help everyone!

At some point Danny was able to gain control of the camera Systems and is able to watch the Batfam’s hijinks. Danny also has the ability to lock people out so when Tim or Bruce are sitting at the computer for too long and need sleep he just Blue Screens them in big white text says, “go to sleep”. They think Alfred did something to cause that. Then at some point maybe Bab’s pulled up a radio station on the bat computer and Danny finds that he is able to talk using audio clips like Bumblebee from transformers. And Bab’s connecting the dots and thinking the computer became sentient started programming a way for Danny to speak through the computer and he is fucking EXCITED!

When Bab’s presents her newest update to the computer the family is both shocked and excited. Damien thinks its fake until Danny pulls up footage of Damien smiling at something and saying something like, “would “just a computer” have saved footage of you smiling?” And Bruce has to keep Damien from throwing something. He now joins them on the coms. As a second “man in the chair.”

And then comes the day Danny is FINALLY fully healed but he doesn’t want to leave them. Maybe danny, when no one is around, pulls up news about Amity Park. Just to see what has happened in the years since he has left. He gets sad and the family can tell he isnt fully into his work tonight, Bab’s even asks him whats wrong, but Danny doesn’t answer.

Danny finally admits—when everyone is back from patrol, that he—in fact— is not a computer Ai but a ghost that has been possessing the computer for over ten years and has become so attached to the family that he doesn’t want to say goodbye to them when they inevitably (in his eyes) kick him out. He flys out of the computer and for the first time in years he touches down on the ground and stumbles and is caught by one of the Batfam and is shocked to find that they dont want him to leave either.

BOOM! HAPPY ENDING! (Unless 👀…)

Time for me to throw my ideas at you now >:)

Danny is extremely terribly injured and manages to possesses the Batcomputer as a means to hide in the system and slowly regain his energy. He acts as the Batcomputers AI in order to hide in plain sight.

Various ideas I got for this as a funky lil concept (u don’t got to use any but here are some ideas I drummed up:)

- it’s been over a decade and Danny is finally back to full power. One slight issue: Danny has been ingrained with the batcomputer for so long that he’s become one with the machine

- Danny can get harmed through the breaking of the machinery. One of the Bat’s coms break and they freeze as the other Bats hear the AI whimper in pain through their earpieces.

- they simply think that The bat AI became fully sentient and now treat Danny as part of the family and he’s too scared to leave the computer in the fear that they’ll hate him for lying to them and not actually being the useful AI they think of him to be.

- the Bats give him a robot body to help around the premises and are shocked that the AI apparently has superpowers like flight and shooting ice that they definitely did NOT build into the helper bot.

- A hero with superhearing comes into the cave and asks Batman why his computer has a heartbeat.

- Danny finally leaving the Batcomputer after a dozen years and having to break it to the Bats that the AI who cared for them and helped them was actually a real person.

I personally imagine this happening like, before Robin made his first debut. The entire family grows up with Danny as a shockingly sentient AI. Imagine the potential of that idea dude it could be so cool.

*AHEM*

Counter idea

Because Danny has become so ingrained into the Batcomputer that he can feel pain from it.

A virus

A very powerful one that is enough to get through the Batcomputer's pre-made firewalls with any of the bats and Danny himself noticing.

So now at random times he can feel his systems slowing down for no reason, files suddenly disappearing that he knows was there. Some of his systems actually hurt to use.

The Batclan aren't aware of this since 1) The systems slow down by such a miniscule percent that only Danny can really notice, and that's just barely.

2) Danny always manages to replace the lost files since he has them in memory.

3) The systems that Danny gets hurt by aren't ones that the Batclan use often, they still use them, just not as much.

So now one day, the virus after bidding it's time. Finally attacks the Batcomputers core. Y'know what that means? Danny also gets attacked.

He's been ingrained in the computer so long that he basically is and recognized as the core.

The whole virus takeover caused Danny quite a shit ton of pain, and it lead to Danny having to actually get out of the Batcomputer, else he might actually be stuck in the Batcomputer.

Now here's the kicker.

The virus came with him

Just like how Danny spent so long in the Batcomputer that he became fused with it.

The virus spent so long corrupting, deleting and glitching Danny and the Batcomputer, that it became part of Danny.

So, without the Batcomputer's systems to look after, the virus attacks Danny because he is literally recognized as the Batcomputer.

This leads to Danny having gaps in his memories, his ability to think slowing down at random times, being in pain and glitching(like actual glitching and it's quite painful too).

So, because Danny is quite literally alive and basically immortal, he might be stuck with the thing for, wel, basically forever.

But anyways.

So Danny flees the Batcomputer to escape getting trapped in it forever. But the one time he goes out, the whole Batclan is there.

Everyone would notice the cyber attack on their main computer and from the looks of it, it seems to have been going on for a while.

So every tech bat is on deck trying to fight and erase the virus. Now would you feel when you were trying to get a virus out of your computer, only for a kid to fly out?

Safe to say, the batclan wasn't amused with this development. So then they notice that, ever since the kid come out, the virus has gotten suspiciously easy to decode and erase.

So now they think that Danny is the virus.

Not knowing that most of the virus actually attached onto him, mistaking him as the Batcomputer core.

So I'll leave it here for you.

The world is your oyster

#dc x dp #crossover #fun #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #the possibilities #possession #minne try’s

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