"The Red Arrow"
Summary: Detective!Jason Todd x detective!Reader based on Jake and Amy's relationship
Series Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of violence (but nothing descriptive), guns and other police stuff
Series Masterlist
Mp/n: mispronounced name
W/n: wrong name
N/n: nickname
I combined two episodes- just a heads up
Y/n stood next to Cass behind the two-way glass, carefully watching a redhead sitting in the interrogation room. Jason stood silently in the corner. The redhead was a burly man, feet thrown up on the metal table, causally singing. “What’s going on?” Y/n scrunched her nose.
“Picked him up on more than a dozen counts of identity theft,” Cass said. “His name is Roy Harper. Ever seen him?”
“Nope. Although, I will admit, he’s one of the hotter perps. Definitely smash.” Jason grunted at Y/n’s words.
From inside the interrogation room, Roy sang, “Cassandra…. Cassandra…. Caaaassandraaaaaa…. oooooh yeah….” Y/n snickered and Jason couldn’t hold back a smirk.
Ignoring Roy, Cass said, “he said he wanted to talk to a Mp/n or W/n L/n. Whatever.”
“Why would he want me? And, should I change my name to W/n L/n? Cause it sounds super badass.”
“He said he has some info about someone with arrows?” Cass shrugged.
“Arrows?” Y/n’s eyes widened. She muttered to herself, “he knows the Red Arrow.” She grabbed Cass by her shoulders and demanded, “listen to me. He specifically said he knows someone who uses arrows?”
“Yeah. I literally just said that.”
“Right, right, sorry.” A laugh bubbled out of Y/n. She practically ran into the interrogation room, Jason following on her heels. He wasn’t about to let her be alone with a criminal. Cass sighed and marched after them.
“So, I used to work in a pawn shop,” Roy explained after introductions. Y/n sat forward, hanging on to his every word. “Chill hours, absent boss, perfect place to snag jewels and stuff. Uh, not that I’ve ever done that,” he hurriedly added. Cass’ jaw twitched. “Anyway, this guy came in a lot, selling rubies.”
Y/n gasped. “Just like the Red Arrow!” she exclaimed.
“I mean, we called him Miguel, but whatever.” Roy shrugged.
“I’ve been chasing this guy for six years!” Y/n turned to look at Jason and Cass, explaining her passion for this random thief. “He always steals red rubies from high tech jewellery stores and spray paints a red arrow before he leaves, hence the name. He never left any evidence and he’s never been caught on camera. He’s a ghost!”
“Super ghost,” Roy whispered, eyes gleaming.
“Super ghost!” Y/n yelled out, agreeing.
“Before anything else happens, we need to know this guy’s legit,” Jason said. “Describe him.”
“Uh…” Roy hummed. “Mexican dude, maybe 5’8”? He has this pointy little beard and always wears a purple tie.”
“So would you say he looks sort of like,” Y/n whipped up a drawing of the man Roy was describing. “This?”
Roy winked. “There‘s that sexy motherfucker, Miguel.”
“This is a composite sketch from ten interviews I've done,” Y/n said in awe. “A perfect match.”
Cass wasn’t satisfied. “So all you know is what a bunch of other idiots have said over the years. Big whoop. Anything else?”
“Yeah.” Roy sat back and his teeth flashed as he grinned. “I know how to get in touch with him.”
Y/n gasped and emphasised, “Roy Harper!” Jason clicked his tongue, unimpressed.
“Ah, Brown. Just the woman I was looking for.” Captain Wayne stopped by Stephanie’s desk, looking down at her. “Clark has accepted an offer to teach at the University of Florence for the next six months.”
“Oh, I love Italy,” Steph said, still unsure as to why her Captain was telling her this.
“Clark and I belong to the Park Slope Racquet Club, where we've established a squash doubles dynasty.” Bruce explained, “we've taken home the trophy two years in a row. Unfortunately, he’ll be flying to Florence this year during the tournament. I remember you told me you played in college…” he trailed off and glanced at Steph hopefully.
“Three-time intramural champion at Sarah Lawrence,” Steph said proudly. “Would have been four, but senior year I played Lord Farquaad in our school's production of ‘Shrek.’”
Wayne hummed, unsure of how to respond. “In any case, I would be honoured if you would take Clark’s place so that I could still compete.”
Stephanie blanched, yet offered a thumbs up. “Absolutely! I would love to do that!”
“Fantastic,” Wayne said.
“Yup! That is great. This is great.” She slowly stood and manoeuvred over to Dick’s desk before collapsing in a seat next to him. “This is terrible.”
“Why? You’ve always said you wanted more quality time with Wayne.” Dick set down his pen.
“No, not like this,” Steph shook her head. “Squash brings out my competitive side. Breaking racquets, cursing, excessive use of the bird.” Her eyes widened in fear. “One time, just to psych a guy out, I locked eyes with him and ate a squash ball.”
“That's not possible.”
"I can still feel it rolling around in me, Dick.”
“Look, the point is to have fun,” he tried to reassure her. “So just relax and have fun.”
“Right, right, right, yeah. I mean, it's just a game. It's fun. There's no need for Wayne to see me unleash the beast.” She laughed nervously. “Okay.”
“The burner phone that Roy uses to contact the Red Arrow is at his house.” Y/n pressed her hands together and pointed at Captain Wayne, a hopeful look plastered on her face. “He's agreed to help us catch the Arrow if…. We drop all charges against him,” she said quickly, almost as she hoped her superior didn’t hear her.
Captain Wayne sat behind his desk, analysing his detectives. “How many rubies would you say this Red Arrow has stolen?”
“Fifty-eight, that I know of.” Y/n said, “but the real number could be in the thousands!”
Wayne squinted at Y/n. “You’re not very good at maths,” he stated. Turning to Cass, he asked, “what are the charges against Harper?”
“Thirteen counts of identity theft, but I’ve been chasing him for more than a month.”
“A month?” Y/n scoffed. “I’ve been chasing the Red Arrow for more than six years. Do you know how many months that is?”
“Seventy-two,” Wayne answered instantly.
Y/n pursed her lips and murmured, “Ten…? Five and seven… and four years… wait, months?”
“Do you need a maths tutor?” Captain Wayne asked. “Because the department will provide one.”
“I can’t tell if you’re being serious,” Y/n muttered.
“I’m on the fence,” Wayne admitted, returning to the matter at hand. “Cain, you caught him. It’s your call.”
“Cass,” Y/n turned to her friend, practically begging. “This guy is for real. One thousand pushups.”
Cass’ eyebrows shot up. “One thousand pushups? Alright. I’m in.” She shrugged.
“What’s one thousand pushups?” Bruce asked.
Y/n explained, “we were in the academy together and hated the drills. So now, when we're on a case, if one of us says one thousand pushups, it means ‘I'm so sure I'm right that if I'm wrong, I'll do one thousand pushups.’”
“It’s a pact we made,” Cass added. “It means ‘trust me.’ And I do,” she added with a smile.
Wayne nodded. “Make the deal.”
Y/n cheered, “yes! I’ve got you now, Red Arrow! Wow! It feels good to say that in front of actual people instead of the mirror. Okay! Let’s grab the burner, contact and catch the Arrow, and become police legends.”
Later, Roy stood in front of his house, flanked by Y/n and Cass, the latter in her signature leather jacket. “Babysitter’s car is here,” he said. “They’re home.”
“Babysitter?” Y/n scrunched her nose. “You have a kid?”
“Yeah,” Roy beamed. “Little girl called Lian. Can I take my cuffs off?”
“No,” Cass deadpanned.
“Lian doesn’t know I’m a criminal!” Roy protested. “She thinks I own a construction company.”
“Why stop there?” Y/n shrugged. “Tell her you’re an astronaut.”
“Nah, man,” Roy shook his head. “Space is scary. You saw what it did to Matt Damon. I don’t wanna staple my skin together.”
“You got a point.” Y/n shot Cass a look. “Come on, Cain.”
Cass huffed and rolled her eyes. “You can play-act with your daughter for three minutes until we get the burner. One false move and I tase you in front of your daughter,” she threatened.
“Geez, dude. Harsh,” Y/n sucked in a breath. She mouthed towards Roy, “Don’t worry, she loves me too much to do that.” Roy nodded back dramatically.
He unlocked the door and a small voice shouted out, “Daddy!” A tumbling mess of toddler came barreling down the hall and into Roy’s arms. Y/n cooed, heart melting. Roy grunted, picking Lian up and spinning her around.
“Hey, baby! How you doing?”
“Good! Lois and I were playing Veterinarian.”
“Ooh! Sounds fun. Where is Lois?” Roy looked around.
“Cleaning up!” A voice shouted from down the hall.
“Why aren’t you at work?” Lian asked. “And who are they?” She pointed at Y/n and Cass and Roy gently reminded her it’s rude to point.
“They’re my coworkers!” Roy snickered, “Cass is a director on my board of directors and Y/n is my financial planner.”
Y/n winced and hummed, “yes. Stocks and numbers. Money. Very important. Did you know that four twenty-five dollar bills equal a hundred dollar bill?” Cass simply sighed and rubbed her temples. “Speaking of which,” Y/n said, noting her friend’s expression, “we should find that phone. So we can get back to building… buildings.”
“Right, right.” Roy let Lian down and said, “it’s in the spare bedroom.”
“I’ll go with you,” Y/n volunteered. “Cass can stay here with Lian and Lois.” Cass glared at her, but agreed.
Roy led Y/n through the house, waving to Lois and asking about Lian’s day. The spare bedroom was filled to the brim with toys and stuffed animals from Lian and memorabilia from Roy’s younger days. Roy dug the out burner phone and presented it to Y/n who quickly typed out a message. “Back in the game,” she narrated. “When can we meet up?”
“Ooh, you’re good at this criminal thing,” Roy commented. “If you ever wanna quit your cop thing, I could use your intelligence.”
“Aw, thanks man. How long until he usually responds?”
“Like, ten minutes?” Roy shot her a look. “Chill, dude.”
“I can’t chill!” Y/n bounced up and down. “I've never been this close before.”
“I gotta admit, your enthusiasm makes me want you to catch him.”
Y/n placed a sincere hand to her heart. “Thank you.” She noticed a pile of DVDs in the corner. “You still have those?”
“Yeah. I robbed a store a couple years back and kept my favourites.”
Y/n crouched down and scanned the titles. “Goonies, Princess Bride… The Sandlot! Dude! You have the best taste in movies!”
“Gotta have the classics,” Roy said. “Yes, ma’am, the American stories of promise and inspiration.”
“Inconceivable,” Y/n muttered, grinning.
“I’m not sure that word means what you think it means,” Roy said in a stilted accent.
“Hey, you guuuuys!” They crowed together.
“Hurry up, Benny! My clothes are going outta style!” Roy quoted.
“They already are!” Y/n cried back, both giggling.
“Hey,” Cass stepped into the room. “You guys having fun?” Lian gripped onto the detective’s hand, smiling brightly. Cass’s eyes screamed, 'Cause I’m not. Her hair was decorated in braids and she looked as if she wanted to rip them out.
The phone suddenly chimed and Y/n practically dropped it trying to see the Red Arrow’s response. “Parking lot on Flatbush and Vanderbilt in 15 minutes. Let's go.”
“Wait, wait, wait.” Roy held up his hands. “Cain looks like a dirty criminal. But you,” he pointed accusingly at Y/n who still wore her GCPD jacket, “look like a cop, man. You can't go over there like that.”
Y/n raised an eyebrow. “...What'd you have in mind?”
A couple minutes later, Y/n stepped out of Roy’s house wearing a striped shirt and jeans with a white suit buttoned in the middle, sleeves rolled up. Y/n giggled, a moment away from breaking out into laughter. “I don't look like a cop now.”
“No, you look like Backstreet Boys meets Jonas Brothers,” Cass said.
Roy laughed, “Burn!”
Y/n shook her head, “Nah, that's not a burn, that's cool.” As they walked to the parking lot, she commented, “Not gonna lie, the suit is kinda growing on me.”
Cass grunted, glaring out the parking lot. “There’s no one here. L/n…”
“A thousand pushups,” Y/n said softly. Cass took a slow, deep breath and nodded once.
“Incoming,” Roy hissed, eyebrows up and hands in pockets. “Who the hell are you?” he cried to the man walking towards them, very clearly not Miguel. “Where's Miguel?” Y/n frowned and eyed Cass.
“He hadn't heard from you in a while, so he sent me to make sure everything was cool,” the man said, shrugging.
“Apparently it's not,” Y/n muttered, kicking the pebbles at her feet. She had been so close.
“Who are they?” The man nodded to Y/n and Cass, glaring.
“They're with me,” Roy said. “This is the buyer. Rosa Santiago.” He gestured towards Y/n.
The man shook his head. “I don't know ‘em, I don't trust ‘em.” He stated his terms, “He meets with you alone or it's off. I'll text the address.”
The man walked away, not giving them another option. Once he was out of earshot, Y/n groaned, “Come on! I promise you this: they have not heard the last of Rosa Santiago!” She shook her fist at the back of the retreating man. She pivoted to face Roy and Cass and announced, “Okay, it's worth the risk. We send him in alone.”
Cass argued, “no, we don’t! Something doesn't smell right to me.”
Roy shrugged. “Could be my dad's suit. He died in it.”
Y/n’s eyes widened. “He died in it?! Wait… this is a man’s suit? Why does it fit me so well…?”
Roy’s burner phone pinged and he said, “they just sent the location.” He studied his phone and exhaled loudly. “Man, this dude is cautious. If I show up one minute late or I'm not alone, he is done with me.” He pursed his lips and said to Y/n, “this is your last shot.”
Y/n shook her head and picked at her skin. “I can't let the Red Arrow get away.” After a moment of contemplating, she decided, “put a wire on him, get a tactical team in as backup.” She begged Cass, “please, it's the only way.” When the older detective didn’t look impressed, Y/n tried to convince her. “Harper and I know this guy. You have to trust us.”
Cain scoffed. “Do I? One of you is a criminal, and the other one is dressed like a knockoff of fucking Steve Harvey.” She poked her tongue in her cheek and decreed, “it's over. I'm ending this now.” She sighed. “Sorry, Y/n. Truly, I am.”
Y/n stared at her and couldn’t help but cross her arms. ”Seriously, Cain?”
“Yeah.” She repeated the words Y/n had promised earlier, “one thousand pushups.”
Y/n’s chin jutted up. “Well, I raise you. Two thousand pushups.”
“What?” Cass frowned. “That's not how this works. I said "one thousand pushups.” You have to back me up, L/n. That's the pact; end of story.”
“Well, I break the pact,” Y/n said abruptly. “Cass, I hope you understand how serious this is to me.” She whined in a deep voice, “Can't you read between the lines, man?”
“Don't quote Die Hard.”
“Sorry. But we're still sending him in alone.”
Captain Wayne wore shorts and a t-shirt, something Steph was still getting used to seeing. She, however, was on the sidelines, fiddling with her racquet. “You ready, Brown? Psyched up?”
“No, why?” she asked. “Do I seem psyched? 'Cause I'm definitely not. I- I just want to have fun!” She ran a hand through her hair.
“And to win,” Wayne reminded her slowly.
“Hey hey hey!” Steph shrugged dramatically, pulling at her shirt. “If we all have fun and don't throw any racquets and don't eat squash balls, then we're all winners.”
“What?!”
“Nothing. I'll serve.”
The game started with Stephanie serving and after a couple hits, their opponent called, “out.”
“What?” Steph shouted. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?” Then, as if a switch flipped in her head, she gave a high-pitched chuckle and gritted her teeth. “That was... fun. That was a fun call. You're a real fun guy, fun guy. This is fun! This is fun! Right?” Her knuckles turned white on her racquet.
Y/n prepped Roy Harper in the back of a police van. “We need evidence, so get him talking,” she encouraged him. “Ask questions about money, jewels, specifics.”
Roy clenched his jaw and shook his head. “I'm getting kind of nervous, man. This dude is for real. You sure you have everything covered?”
“Yeah. There's a guy on the back door, eyes on the side door, and two dudes on the corner. You'll be fine.”
“What about choppers?” Roy asked. “Do you have access to choppers? With snipers and rockets and shit?”
“No one has rocket choppers,” Cain deadpanned.
“Although that does sound amazing,” Y/n added, eyes lighting up with the possibilities.
“We got eyes on the Arrow.” A voice announced through a walkie talkie. “He's a block and a half away.”
“You ready?” Y/n asked Roy.
Roy nodded. “You and me, N/n. We were born ready.”
“Yeah! Go, Roy, go! You got this! Show me your game face! Whoo!” Y/n hyped him up as he exited the van, clapping him on the shoulders. Once the doors had closed behind Roy, she turned to Cass and stage-whispered, “his game face makes him look constipated.”
Y/n leaned over the audio transmitter and muttered, “we meet at last, Red Arrow. For six years I've tracked you. And today I'm taking you down.” She said into the microphone, “Roy Harper, can you hear me? Say something to test the wire.”
“Hey, Cain, after we put the cuffs on this guy,” Roy waggled his eyebrows. “I'll be free for dinner. And I’m sure Lian would love another playmate. What do you say?”
“The mic works,” is all Cass said.
“Miguel! What's up?”
Roy called out and another voice filtered through. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”
Roy rambled, “let's talk about jewels. I’m working at the shop again. I can deal with anything you want. Red jewels, blue jewels, one jewel, two jewels. Jewels are really great, aren't they? Real pretty.”
“What is he doing?” Cain asked in disbelief.
“Talking about jewels,” Y/n said as if it was obvious.
“You know what else is great about jewels?” Roy continued, “The way they look. They’re just so pretty.”
Cass shook her head. “That's it. I'm calling it.”
“No!” Y/n shrieked.
“Move, people, we're going in now.” She banged open the door and the other officers ran onto the scene. “On your knees! Hands on your head!” In the basement where the deal was going down, they surrounded a man who was Mexican, maybe 5’8”, had a pointy little beard, and wore a purple tie. He was clutching a thick briefcase and nervously complied with their demands, dropping the briefcase.
“Gotcha, Red Arrow,” Y/n’s chest bloomed with excitement and pride, having finally caught her prize. “Wait, where's Roy Harper?”
“Uh, he went to the bathroom.” The man stammered, unsure if this was all a trick. “I- I'm just here to cut his hair. I don't know what's going on.”
Y/n hummed, “A likely story, Red Arrow…” She bent down and opened the briefcase, revealing scissors, razors, and other supplies. “But you actually do have a lot of hair products.”
“He's gone. He ran,” Cass confirmed.
“Why would he do that?” Y/n exclaimed. “He helped us catch the Red Arrow. That was the deal. This doesn't make any sense unless…” Her mouth fell open and she realised, “Roy Harper is the Red Arrow.”
As Y/n stood there, shocked, Cass immediately jumped into action. “Put out an APB. Seal off everything for a 20-block radius.”
The audio transmitter beeped and Roy’s voice said, “Yeah, don't bother looking for me. I'm in the wind.” He made a ‘whoosing’ noise into the microphone.
“If you're close enough for me to hear you, you're close enough for me to catch you!” Y/n called back.
“Nah, I got a relay set up, sister.”
“So if you're the Red Arrow, who's this dude?” Y/n asked.
“Well, a couple of years ago you were getting really close, so I started telling all my peeps that if they ever get caught, they should say I’m Mexican, 5’8”, have a pointy beard and always wears a purple tie.”
Y/n nodded stoically. “So then you hired a guy who matched that exact description….”
Roy laughed. “No, no, no, no, no, no. That's my barber, Miguel Barragan. He gave me the idea.”
Miguel was cutting Roy’s hair and commented, “you know, if you can't come in, I do house calls. You just text me a location and I could be there in half an hour.”
Roy beamed. “Good to know.”
“You know, you should actually use him while he's there. He'll give you a crazy good fade. Lian says he… layers her hair? I don’t know.”
“I get crazy good layers from my current barber, thank you very much.” Y/n deduced, “So you dragged us over here, went in there, pretended to talk, and then snuck out the basement. Am I right?”
Roy squealed. “The basement connected to another basement! Which connected to a garage, which is where my boy picked me up with Lian.”
“Your boy? Oh, that guy from the meet-up. He works for you.” Y/n rolled her sleeves up and tugged at a strand of her hair. “He pretended to be spooked by me and Cain in the parking lot to make sure we let you go to the next meeting by yourself.”
“Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding! You win a prize!”
“You lied to me, Roy Harper,” Y/n whispered dramatically, somewhat hurt and somewhat impressed.
“You brought your daughter along?” Cass mumbled.
“Gotta be honest, I'm pretty disappointed right now,” Y/n shook her head.
“Sorry it had to go down this way, L/n.” To his credit, Roy sounded a little sad. “Maybe we could've been friends in another world.” He paused then cackled. “If I hadn't just fooled you like a little- Lian, cover your ears- bitch!” An engine revved in the background. “Bitch!”
Y/n shouted back before the line when dead, “You use that mouth to kiss your daughter, Harper?!”
“Brown.” Captain Wayne approached his teammate after a particular gruelling and unfortunate match. “Is everything okay, uh, with your brain?”
“Yeah yeah. I'm great,” Steph said. “I am having… a lot of fun.”
“Yes, I’m sure, given as you’ve said that one hundred and forty three times today.” Wayne pulled her aside and reminded her, “you do realise that if we lose this next match, we're out of the tournament?”
“Yes, but the important thing is we had a good time.”
“No!” Wayne yelled. ”The important thing is that we win the trophy! I promised Clark before he left for Italy that we would do that.” He sighed before admitting, “do you know why I chose you as my partner?”
“Because I'm the most athletic person you know?” Steph’s voice ended in a high pitched question.
“No, otherwise I would chose Todd. I chose you because of an article I read in the "Sarah Lawrence Phoenix" about a young woman they called ‘squash's unhinged lunatic.’” He pokes her in the chest for extra measure.
Stephanie swallowed harshly. “I- I haven't a clue what you're talking about, Captain.”
“According to that article,” Wayne said, ”that lunatic was 27-0. I need her on my team. I need you… to unleash the beast.”
Steph’s eyes grew wide and she inhaled sharply. Captain Wayne’s smile was just as sharp.
“Whoo!” Steph paraded into the court. “You butternuts ready to get squashed?” Their opponents stared at her and she mocked them. "’Huh? What? Duh?’ That's gonna be you guys while I smoke your butts, because Brucie and the Beast don't even give a what.” She sang the last word and waved her arms dramatically.
Bruce repeated stoically, ”we don't give a what.”
“Unh-uh. Whoo! Let's do this.”
The matches went on, and with the Beast unleashed, Stephanie and Bruce won every single one- not without earning a reputation.
“Boo-ya-kah, suckers!”
Whenever someone called her shot out, Steph had a few choice words. “You kidding me? Are you kidding me?”
But when they won a point, she was enthusiastically crazed, even to the point where she slapped Captain Wayne on the butt. “Way to go! That's it, baby!”
Y/n approached Cass’s desk. “Hey,” she mumbled. “So… I went back to his house. Unsurprisingly a dead end.”
“I have a lot of work to do, L/n,” Cass said firmly, standing up to leave.
“Wait. I want to say something.” Y/n sighed and began, “we've worked together long enough to know that you hate apologies. So, I just wanted to ask you to join the Roy Harper case. Officially, as partners. I wanna catch this guy and I can't do it without you.”
“No, you can't,” Cass agreed.
“Now I believe I owe you one thousand pushups.” Y/n grimaced.
Cass gave her friend a small smile. “I don't care about the pushups, Y/n. I care that you didn't honour our pact. I've always trusted you, and when you went against me, it made me feel like you don't trust me.”
“I know and I'm sorry. It won't happen again,” Y/n promised.
“No, it won't. Now get down on the floor.”
What?” Y/n yelped. “You just said you didn't care about the pushups!”
“I changed my mind.”
Taking a long breath, the detective said, “Fair enough. A pact's a pact.” She nodded at Cass, knowing she couldn’t back down. Y/n shed her jacket, stared Cass in the eye, and stooped to the ground, beginning to honour her deal. “One, two, three…”
“Two hundred and sixty nine…”
“Heh. Sixty-nine.” Damian chuckled as he sauntered by, snapping a picture of his best friend. “I’m using this for blackmail,” he shouted back at her.
“Okay!” Y/n gave him a weak thumbs up before going back to her pushups.
“Five hundred and thirteen…”
Jason walked past her, calling out, “Night, L/n.”
“Night. Five hundred and fourteen…” she panted.
“Hey, Derek,” Y/n greeted the night janitor. Derek waved back. “One thousand…” she did one more pushup before whining the rest of her sentence. “Is so many pushups! I'm never gonna make it.” She shouted out, “What am I at?”
Captain Wayne marched by. “Nine hundred and one.”
“Thank you, Captain.”
“You said two thousand, remember?”
“Argh! I should've trusted you, Ca-a-a-in!” she sobbed loudly, a stripe of sweat staining the back of her shirt.
“Clark, there's something we'd like to show you.” Stephanie and Captain Wayne day in front of his computer, face-timing with Bruce’s husband, Clark.
“Ta-da!” Steph held up the trophy proudly.
“Ah, magnificent.” Clark said from Italy. “The trophy is ours! I look forward to getting number four next year.”
“Actually, we've been banned for life from all future tournaments.” Wayne sucked air in through his teeth, leaning back in his chair.
“Oh, geez. What happened?”
Stephanie popped back into screen. “My fault, Clark.” The bruises on her arms and legs confirmed her words. “I snapped the second-place trophy over my knee and threw it in a toilet.”
“...Oh, my.”
“Yeah.”
“But the important thing is, we had fun,” Bruce smiled softly.
“Yeah,” Stephanie agreed.
“I don’t want to do it,” Dick said. “She’s not my problem.”
“She’s literally your problem,” Steph rolled her eyes. “You’re her sergeant.”
“And as your sergeant,” Dick said. “I command you to take care of L/n.”
Stephanie glared at him. “You’re abusing your powers, Grayson,” she whispered ominously. “Get Todd to do it!”
“Todd’s already taken care of her,” Dick nodded to Jason who had placed a doughnut and a cup of coffee on Y/n’s desk and a blanket over Y/n’s sleeping form. He had attempted to place a pillow under her head, but when he tried, Y/n had grumbled and whined. Jason didn’t want to disturb her, so he just left her on the floor. Every moment or so, Jason would glance down at Y/n to make sure she was still sleeping peacefully and a loud noise hadn’t roused her.
“They really are idiots,” Steph muttered.
“Yeah,” Dick sighed. “They are.”
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