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comic-brew · 4 years ago

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First Impressions

Summary: The first meeting between Jason Todd and mob boss Artemis Grace.

Notes: Last minute drabble contribution to 1st day of @jaytemisweek2020. Prompt: Mob Boss Au. With real life getting in the way, this is all I was able to write for now, but let me know if you'd like me to continue the story, cause I do have something in mind!

Reading Time: 8 mins (960 words)

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"Sister" the blonde woman holding securely his right arm in place announced, immediately straightening up her shoulder blades, if it was possible to do so more than they already were. She was younger than the darker skinned woman on his left, who then slammed the heel of her boot on the back of his knee, forcing it to buckle over and carry the weight of the man, involuntarily genuflecting before the velvet armchair amidst the small space of the room. The glint of moving metal was the first thing to gradually shift into focus as Jason's eyes adjusted to the dimly lit outline of a third woman.

Slightly bent over the shiny silver of a glorious battle axe, sharpening its double blades was her. She looked up inquisitively at the sound of her sister calling, gripping the metal gently in her alabaster fingers, almost as lovingly as a mother would cradle her child. Fiery red strands of hair fell loosely on her shoulders and reached all the way down to her stiletto wearing feet. Her skin was enveloped in expensive raven cashmere, the fabric accentuating her curves and lean posture. She wasn't lacking in physical strength as Jason noticed, for even judging by the toned muscles of her exposed calves and forearms, she was extremely well sculpted.

"We found this man snooping around the crypt. Didn't put up much of a fight."

Jason scoffed at that. "Please, you're alive right now because I want you to b--" the woman on his right -he's going to call her 'Mary' for simplicity- took the time to crouch down at eye level and punch his cheek, interrupting him mid sentence. Turned out 'Mary' had a heavy hand. It wouldn't have been a problem had he been wearing his helmet, but the red headpiece was now dangling loosely from 'Ann''s (that was the name he assigned to the blonde) fingers and his skin burned where it had met with 'Mary''s fist. He ignored the rising heat on his cheek and nodded towards the woman with the axe. "I'm guessing this is your boss lady or whatever?"

"Artemis." she provided, looking completely unfazed, if not somewhat amused. "You must be either brave or foolish, to wish to speak with me"

"I get that a lot. I'm still here though, aren't I?"

She chuckled.

"Enjoy it" she said, deadpan, calmly stroking the axe's blades with the pads of her fingers. "This might as well be the last time you hear it."

Suppressing a shiver, Jason stole a glance at the other two. He could swear witnessing 'Ann' flinch at the coldness of her boss's words. She must have been a newly hired capo, he thought, whereas 'Mary' was utterly still and unblinking, her grasp cutting off the blood circulation in his upper arm.

"Should we take care of him, sister?" 'Mary' proposed, shifting her weight on one foot. Her pupils contracted harshly, matching the venomous edge to her voice.

"There's no need, Andromeda. In fact you can both go your ways. I'll handle the little one." Artemis said dismissively, carefully lowering her massive axe in its holder, leaving it hanging menacingly from the wall beside the luxurious armchair.

Little one?, Jason protested internally. Seriously? He refrained from saying anything though, for he needed to speak with that Artemis gal and -let's be honest- even if he could possibly take on the three women normally, he was unmasked and stripped off his weaponry. If Jason wanted to get out of the building in one piece he was required to be tactful.

"Are you sure, sister?" 'Ann' asked, eyeing her 'prisoner' hesitantly. Jason noticed out of the corner of his eye her fingers twitching nervously on the grip of his helmet, or perhaps her nails discreetly tapping in a tune.

Artemis nodded, uncrossing her legs before she ordered sternly:

"You may release him"

As if on cue, both 'Ann' and Andromeda -apparently- let go of his respective arms, him no less than yanking them away and close to his sides, stretching and rubbing circles in his left limb which had been almost deprived of feeling.

Artemis slowly got up from the velvety, garnet furniture and as she ascended to her full height, all Jason could do was stare at her in awe. So captivated by her towering figure was he, that as she strided elegantly towards him, he forgot his own name. Her wavy hair drifted gracefully in flames behind her with her every step, setting his chest alight. The wonderful scent of the desert sun and heatwave -if he could ever begin to describe it- encompassing his being with every clank of heel against marble, stuffing his throat with sand and leaving him desperate for the sweet relief of water.

She was inferno, yet he almost yearned to burn.

"Tell me your name, mortal"

Artemis was now looming over him, her emerald irises scouring every bit of his existence. He scrambled to get up from the floor, not that it did much to erase the height difference.

"Rred.." he spoke up hoarsely, then coughed a little on the back of his hand to clear his throat and perhaps his mind as well. "Red Hood. I've been meaning to speak with you".

Artemis's eyebrow shot up and she crossed her arms over her suit with a smirk.

"About what, might I ask?"

Jason tried his best to remain nonchalant and keep his jaw from falling slack, what gazing at her from up close. He took a single step back so that he wasn't almost burrowed in her chest, avoiding breaking eye contact.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch upwards at the sincere astonishment manifesting on her features when he next spoke:

"It's about the Bow of Ra"

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comic-brew · 4 years ago

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Anemos

Summary: Grief is like a toxin, invading your every pore and spreading like the plague, leaving behind nothing but a jade black painted husk. Hollowed out, resembling more of a dead shell than a man.

Notes: Another last minute @jaytemisweek2020 fic! I really am incorrigible. Song: Anemos by Katherine Duska and Leon of Athens. I'm sorry in advance

Reading time: 18 mins (2.2k words)

Warnings: dealing with grief, fake character death, angst angst angst

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***

Hurried wind, blowing forth

"Hey, Princess... It's Jason."

The phone had already started recording, the whooshing sound of passing vehicles was simply a miserable undercurrent to his already bitter voice.

He looked around at the city's skyline. It seemed so familiar from his spot on the rooftop, yet the empty, discarded bottles of scotch in the far back reminded him just how bloody different everything was. How it would never be the same.

"Well uh.."

He trailed off, coughing dryly and staring at the seconds passing on the screen. He scrambled to find the right words. He had so much to say -too much- so he might as well end up saying nothing. It didn't matter anyway.

"It's Wednesday today. We… we had plans for this morning. We were gonna grab breakfast at that terrible diner that you somehow like so much. Shaw's."

He chuckled bitterly.

"I seriously don't know why you like that crap. I'd rather eat Dick's cooking than go there again, and that should be saying something. Although-"

His eyes glistened under the moonlight, tears fighting to be spilt out of their glacial blue. Jason tried to swallow back the lump in his throat. He had to do this.

"I would relieve Quraq all over again if it meant getting to be dragged there -or anywhere- by you again- I-"

His voice broke, bent like a flower's rachis crunched beneath a boot. Jason finally gave way to the tears, flowing in beads across his cheeks. He put the phone down for a second, to brush away the salty waterfalls.

Hurried wind, he whispered to me: 'stay

"You know what? This is stupid"

A small scoff evaded his lips. A little insane. Perhaps a bit more of a sniffle as his kevlar enhanced shoulders drooped even further down.

He sat back down on the cement. Plopped the phone down on the ground next to his helmet, his forehead burrowed in his hands. Perhaps to hide the pain, to keep it locked inside. Trying to hold the weight of his head so that his neck wouldn't have to. It felt so heavy. Everything was heavy and fuzzy, thick and inky like a bog eager to consume him.

There was no bog, of that he was sure. So.. that left only the gaping hole in his chest.

Yeah, that should be it.

Dark matter was devouring him, sucking him from the inside, to make up for the absence of a heart beneath his ribcage.

I'm becoming one with the wind now

Lifting his head up from his gloved palms, he rested his fingers on his chin. Limbs huddled closely together, in a small bundle of 6 foot tall boy. A small bundle screaming in despair, even without the air tingling at his vocal chords. His every cell was radiating anguish, Jason could almost reimagine the bleak stench of death encompassing his meager existence.

He drew in a deep shaky breath, shuddering at the sudden chill blowing against his body. He kept shivering even after the soft gust had dissipated.

Blow forth with the wind, a kiss piercing me like a bullet in the middle of the night

The sharp 'ping' indicating the halt in the recording was almost lost amidst the cacophony of horns and shouts rebounding from the city streets. Gotham highway was hazardous on normal days. Only a more terrible place for grieving souls, even above it and by the familiar coldness of a gargoyle made of stone.

Jason would push this all aside and bury the pain deep down, he really would. But he didn't- he didn't get to say goodbye. His eyes welled up once more as he gazed solemnly down at the passerbys, going about their lives while his felt almost frozen in time.

Seconds weren't ticking anymore when the clock on his phone was pointing at midnight all of a sudden. Tears had been closely followed by sobs as he gulped down the last drop of liquid numbness.

It didn't numb the pain nearly enough.

At the final hitch of his breath, Jaso let his feet dangle from the edge of the rooftop as he was picking up the bloody device with Artemis' name and smile displayed, captured for eternity in an almost mundane moment of joy that he recalled being so heavenly.

It was at the beach. He remembers the feel of sand and wet hair between his fingers, remembers the soft crashing of the cerulean waves and how those same waves felt against his bare skin, and how his skin felt encompassed in her warmth.

Take me far away from here, you're the only one dressing me in light amidst the darkness

Jason remembers the tender whispers of nothings that held more value than all the knowledge in the universe. Those everythings now were truly nothing, if not for sharpened blades slashing deep into his skin. The faint aftertaste of salty lips and a smile so lovely in his eyes it could outbrighten the midday sun, now simply reduced to the shine of a katana embedded in his chest.

Twisting.

God… Why does it hurt so much?

He started another recording. The words kept nagging at his brain, they needed to be let out lest they ate away chunks of his soul. His soul that had already been split in half, drowned out in the haziness of regret and guilt.

His hand shot up to wipe at the tears but they were already dried roads carved into his flesh.

Grief is like a toxin, invading your every pore and spreading like the plague, leaving behind nothing but a jade black painted husk. Hollowed out, resembling more of a dead shell than a man.

I'm becoming one with the wind now

"It's me again. One more and I'll let you rest" he paused. "I promise"

Taking a deep ragged breath, searching his mind for any and every final bit of strength and courage, he continued.

"I-I love you, princess. I love you so damn much"

He sighed.

"I should have said it sooner, but my fucking trust issues… I just- I just thought we had more time"

This time when his eyes flooded he let the tears flow freely. There was nobody there to see them, nobody there to ask.

Nobody

My dream, my secret, sink me deep into the wind

"And it fucking hurts that you're gone, you can't even begin to imagine just how much... I don't- I don't think that much pain is able to be measured. Every time I even think of you my heart is just.. shattered -no- shredded into a million pieces I know I'll never be able to put back together"

If he was gonna do this, he was gonna do it right. No holding back on his emotions, no use trying to conceal the aching claw impaling his heart, stopping it from thumping in the right rythm. Broken, every attempt at pulsing was as good as a heaving sob of loneliness.

Broken..

"A thing that breaks is never the same, huh?"

The words were said in a somewhat joking manner but his lips hadn't got the energy nor will to twitch into a smile. His muscles felt like marble, securely tight into place no matter how much his brain ordered them to unclench. The pain tugged at his soul, wanting to pull him down, down below and sink him right through the murky depths of its abyss, until pain was all he could sense.

>I want the pain in my eyes, the ashes, the fire

The pain was close- he was already starting to asphyxiate, he wasn't prepared to hold his breath when his head was pushed underwater.

"And Biz.. he misses you a lot too. He's obliterated, and that's putting it mildly"

His voice was rasped and broken when he next spoke, the ever growing lump had almost clogged his throat.

"Please come back"

It was merely a whisper, the exhale of his final breath of hope assuming a material from. The desperate last stand of a wildflower against the harsh cold of winter. Jason closed his eyes, shutting out the harpies' eerie songs reminding him that she's truly gone, drifted away with a wind that never quite got to caress his skin.

I'm not afraid, you're here now

Next thing Jason knew was he'd been yelling, shouting loudly for the words to beat the lump and the anxiety. The air rising up his throat clawed against his trachea but he didn't care as long as his feelings weren't lost with the breeze. Even if the person they were aimed at never got to receive them.

His passion finally died out, turned to ashes smoldering miserably beneath his scarred flesh. Who would know when he saw him, that the most painful of his scars was the one nobody could ever trace with the pads of their fingers.

I want to last another breath in the deep

The sorrow was starting to become unbearable as that wonderfully radiant smile disappeared from the screen, belonging to a different lifetime. One that ended when the spark of fire wavered in her emerald eyes, much alike the fainting last flame on the wick of a candle.

With frantic movements he fumbled to whip out his pack of cigars and lighter. He held them in front of his chest, staring holes in the nicotine filled package, guilt settling in the pit of his stomach. Artemis never wanted him to smoke and continue ruining his lungs, she didn't want him to let the it slowly chip away at his health. He hadn't felt the mellow sensation of his worries evaporating and blending in with the smoke in months. She was all he had needed to feel whole.

I'm not afraid, you're here now

The guilt was drowned and lost beneath the pain as Jason placed the cigarette between his lips and set it aflame.

Artemis wasn't there anymore to care.

***

"Just- I know it's hopeless, but if it happened to me, then why do the people I love keep dying?"

Even the mechanical sound of the recording couldn't dim the pain that laced Jason's voice, bitter like a bird that broke its wings.

She let a stray sniffle escape her.

"First Roy, now y-you.. Is this some short of sick joke, universe?! Alright, Jason, you come back, so you can get attached to people and witness everything fall apart so you can feel it. Yeah, the irony wouldn't have worked if I hadn't died, right?!"

The pointy lines of the recording ascended, indicating the increase in volume. Still, there was no way to show the despair with which he clung to the rage.

She pushed back the tears.

"Oh, Arty…"

He was crying.

The tears fought harder to be freed, somehow proving to be even stronger than an Amazon.

I want to run, to leave, go to the open sea

"I have no fucking idea what I'm supposed to do!" the voice uttered. That deep timbre that could soothe and comfort her in a heartbeat was reaching her thorn studded, tying her insides in a knot.

She started weeping quietly. A duet for two broken hearts.

There was a big pause in the sound, yet the needle kept running to reach the end of the voicemail, she was beginning to fear that tinted in pure anguish would be his last word she'd cherish in her memory.

A snort interrupted her abrupt panic. She wiped at the tears as she let old memories be carved into her brain.

I want to touch the sun before I fade in the dark

"Look at me. I'm ranting in a voicemail meant for you. I must be fucking delusional but... I still- I still believe you'll hear all of this someday.."

Her chest heaved with increasing difficulty as the guilt gradually consumed her. He was mourning the loss of her, oblivious to the fact that her heart was still beating, and aching with every poisoned word.

He was going to hate her, but she preferred the man she loved to be able to loathe her, than to take this futile love to his grave.

I'm becoming one with the wind now

She would protect her little one, no matter the cost doing so already relayed upon her heart.

"Well I.." he begun, clearing his throat. "I guess this is goodbye" he said softly, cautiously, and the message ended with a pained 'I love you'.

Artemis murmured back a goodbye. Her breath caught on her throat, she had to exert herself to convince her lungs to draw another sharp intake of air.

She stared at Jason's contact before she'd have to dispose of her phone and everything that bound her to her previous life. She gave the picture of the man a tight lipped smile, tears running down her skin as she muttered an 'I'm sorry'.

I'm not afraid, you're here now

A finger hovered above a tear tainted delete button as wreaked sobs echoed throughout the dark room. The dark room where the shadows danced a walz of death and chaos, giggling under the starlight pouring in from the only window.

Someday.. Perhaps someday she could see her love again.

The finger came down and the shadows danced no more.

I'm becoming one with the wind.

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