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What Lies Beneath Part 18 Red Hood (Jason Todd) X Reader

Summary: Coming back home to Gotham after several years was a tough choice, but you needed to put the past behind you. You blame yourself for Jason’s death and hope that with a medical degree you can have a second chance at saving the kids of Gotham’s streets, but the past won’t stay buried. As the Red Hood invites himself into your life and the little safe bubble of a lie you call life bursts you’re left struggling to cope. Your secret studying of toxins used by Gotham’s villains is sure to land you in hot water eventually, but you’re always up for a challenge. Life is a game of survival and it’s time you joined in.

Co-Author: @inkteller-17 Tags: @jason-todd-rh @totallynotashieldagent @exotiicqueen494 @dragons-of-the-usa @shadowsndaisies @e-equals-mcommunism-squared @icycoldbeanieweanies @peppermint-17 @theskytraveler @wintersb0ner

Tags CLOSED DUE TO STORY COMPLETION Word Count: 7,175 WARNINGS: Language, Descriptions of Physical Violence

Catch Up Here

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Your head rolled to the side as you waited for Joker to begin his stupid villainous spiel. Joker paced back and forth in front of you. His hands tucked behind his back while he watched you carefully.

“Get on with it already,” You spat.

Joker froze mid-step. He turned his rather large grin upon you.

“You know why I had to bring you here, right?” Joker asked.

“Because I was close to ending your virus?” You asked with a hiss.

Joker smiled. “Feisty one, I see,”

“Just get on with it, will you?” You growled.

“Do you have somewhere to be?” Joker asked.

“You’re wasting your time and your breath, clown-boy,” You said in a low growl.

For that remark, Joker backhanded you. Your head snapped to the side and your mouth filled with a familiar copper taste.

“Insults won’t get you anywhere,” Joker informed you.

You spat a mouthful of blood on the cement next to his shiny black shoes.

Joker scoffed before stepping away from the blood. He continued to circle you. You sat perfectly still. You knew you had to keep him busy. The only way for you to get your hands untied was to keep his attention elsewhere.

“My virus was my baby, you know? I worked very hard on creating her,” Joker said.

“You mean you had Scarecrow working hard on it?” You shot back.

That earned you another slap. This time you felt your lip split. Your tongue flickered over the ripped skin.

“I told you insults will not get you anywhere,” Joker repeated himself.

You picked your head up.

“You already had your fear toxin, so why the virus?” You asked him.

Joker clapped his hands together.

“I’m so glad that you asked,” Joker grinned.

You rolled your eyes.

“The fear toxin brought fear, I’ll admit that, but it wasn’t driving everyone crazy. I just wanted someone to feel just as crazy as I do,” Joker explained.

“You’re criminally insane, no fear toxin or virus is going to make them seem as crazy as you,” You told him.

Joker turned on his heels to face you.

“I saw your symptoms, Joker. Fatigue, dizziness, hard time breathing, tremors, and weakness. Sounds like the common flu to me which also means that your virus wasn’t as powerful as you thought or my stupid little cure wouldn’t have worked,” You said.

Joker’s lip curled in disgust.

“It also causes hallucinations. You forgot the most important part,” Joker said.

“Right, making people see things that aren’t real, that’s real clever,” You scoffed.

You were infuriating to him. How could you not see how hard he had worked? There was only one option left. He was just going to have to show you how clever he really was.

You could tell that Joker was having a complete conversation with himself. You were able to free one hand and then work your other hand free. Keeping your hands behind your back you reached forward to try and dig for the pocket knife in your back pocket.

“I know that you haven’t had a taste for the real thing so I’m going to change that,” Joker said with a sinister smile.

Your head snapped up. You watched as Joker practically skipped over to the table and he lifted a giant needle. You gulped. You were going to have to react fast on this one.

Slowly, Joker made his way towards you. Your hand wrapped around the pocket knife and grasped it tightly. You were waiting. Once Joker was in arms reach you lunged forward. Your feet were still tied to the chair, but you used your upper strength to swipe at him.

Joker was expecting that. He easily knocked the small knife from your hand and then grabbed you around your waist pinning your arms to your sides.

“I didn’t realize you were this stupid,” Joker hissed in your ear.

Leaning back you tried to create as much space as possible as your teeth ground together. A sudden idea had you smiling.

“I’m dumb enough to outsmart you,” You seethed.

Jerking your head forward it smashed against Joker's hard enough to have him staggering back. The restraints still anchoring you to the chair met their short limit as Joker kept most of his hold on you.

A hiss of pain left your lips as your knees buckled before smashing against concrete. A heavy door was thrown open followed by several footfalls nearing you.

“No,” Joker’s cold order had the footfalls stopping, “she’s mine.”

Peeking through your hair you managed to process two of Joker’s goons who’d apparently come to his rescue stopped just a few feet away. As you prepared to rock back on your haunches Joker’s foot shot out to connect with your shoulder sending you back against the floor.

Rolling slightly you watched as Joker readied his foot for another kick. You waited until his foot got close enough before reaching out and grasping around his ankle.

With a harsh tug, you had him off balance and crashing down to your level. Scrambling you drug him toward you just enough to smash your fist against his grinning face.

The satisfaction of finally returning a blow had you raising your arm once more as his sick laughter filled your ears. As your fist shot forward for another blow Joker suddenly caught your hand and pulled you back down against him.

With one of your arms pinned between the two of you and the other locked up trying to regain space between allowed Joker to wrap his legs around your waist.

Your mind raced to recount any defensive maneuver to escape the tight hold.

“Jason put up the same fighting spirit as you not so long ago,” Joker cooed.

Your teeth ground painfully together as you renewed your efforts to struggle free to which Joker tightened his hold even more.

“You’re a little sloppier than he was though,” Joker spoke with nostalgia in his tone.

“I’m going to make you swallow your fucking teeth when you let go,” You promised.

Joker giggled, “I am really going to enjoy seeing you try.”

As Joker spoke he used his free hand not effectively holding you down to jam the needle into your neck. A cry of pain left you as the needle bit into your skin.

It didn’t take another moment before the cool liquid forced into your body suddenly felt like fire.

Gasping at the sensation you barely felt Joker throw you aside as he climbed back to his feet. Your hand flew up against the injection site as your eyes squeezed shut.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Joker laughed, “That one I had made special just for your annoying ass. Turned up the fun for you and even added a few things that I’m not even sure about. It’ll be like symptom roulette for you.”

Curling onto your side you tried to focus just on breathing as the fire in your veins spread throughout your entire body. Your lungs felt on the verge of seizing up as your heart rate pounded in your ears.

Your brain decided at that moment to remind you of all the possible virus strains you’d once had written down in your lab. Panic set in allowing adrenaline to dull some of the pain as you rolled to your hands and knees.

The fight or flight response shifted into overdrive as you yanked hard enough at your leg restraints to snap them from the chair. Climbing to your feet you sprinted toward where you thought had been the door.

Several surprised hollars hit your ears spurring you to run faster if possible. Your entire body screamed at you with signals to both do anything to survive and curl up against the pain.

Your shoulder smashed against the metal door throwing it against a nearby wall as you stumbled into an alley. Pouring rain soaked you through as you stomped blindly in any direction that was away from Joker.

Thunder shook the ground under your feet as you stumbled against a wall. Your eyes blurred from the rain and against the pain coursing through you making it hard to tell where exactly you were.

A familiar motor reeved in the distance making hope fill you, even if it was connected to Jason.

A lone headlight bobbed up and down as it crawled along the street several blocks ahead of you. Pushing from the wall you mentally screamed at your feet to move.

As you and the bike made slow progress toward each other you shouted for Jason hoping he’d hear you over the rain.

“Jason!” You throat stung as you screamed his name.

You watched as the bike skid to a halt as it rounded a corner. You could make out Jason straightening away from the bike’s gas tank as he scanned through the rain.

Another block or so and you’d be in range for him to see and hear you better.

Inhaling you readied to shout again only for it to come all whooshing back out when something connected flat against your chest. Your feet struggled to keep up as whatever had hit you sent you backward.

As your back connected with the cold ground your vision swam. When it finally cleared enough you made out Joker’s goons encircling you from above before Joker himself peered down.

A smile lifted Joker’s lips, “Oh no you’re not allowed to leave me quite so fast little one. You see since Jason has been away from me I’ve been lacking fun in my life, and you’re going to be his stand-in.”

With another cruel laugh, Joker took enjoyment in kicking the side of your already bruised head. As his foot made contact your vision blackened once more.

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Clawing your way back to consciousness was spurred on by the unbearable heat radiating from your body and constant pull on your ribs.

Moving to readjust your arms to alleviate the pain only resulted in the sound of metal clinking. Peeling your eyes open you were gifted a reason for being unable to find a more comfortable position.

Your hands had been handcuffed together and fed to a chain drilled into the ceiling. A heavy breath left your lips as your muscles weakened at having to hold your head up for too long.

With your head now propped against your raised arms, you could make out restraints also tethering your feet barely to the floor.

Balancing your weight between your arms and toes made your already firing pain receptors go non-stop. A groan left your lips when your one leg slipped a bit forcing your weight to bare down on your wrists.

“I tried to be nice and allow you a chair to sit, but after your little stunt I think I prefer you standing.”

Joker’s faux painfilled words sounded from behind as he slowly rounded to your front.

You swallowed hard upon seeing the long thin metal piece he nonchalantly swung between his fingers. Joker studied your expression at seeing the crowbar in his hand.

“Ah, you like this?” Joker looked at the bar appreciatively, “It’s an old favorite of mine. Created some good memories with it. With Jason.”

Joker’s tone made your stomach drop as he circled behind you once more. You could feel him standing directly behind you.

“I have to say I’m a little disappointed with you. Your little escape attempt forced us to relocate as to ensure our continued bonding time.”

“Let me down and I’ll bond with you a whole lot more.”

Your words lost some of their impact when they come out laced with weariness. Joker clicked his tongue at your words.

“Bad girls aren’t allowed to play back,” Joker spoke while the crowbar tapped off the concrete allowing a metallic sound to echo around you.

Your fists opened and closed as you struggled to free your hands. You could feel the skin already on the verge of breaking against the biting metal cuffs, but it still paled in comparison to everything else going on internally.

Joker hummed to himself before a small chuckle left him.

“I have just the thing to make our game more fun. Well fun for me and a tough lesson for you.”

You felt Joker draw nearer to your backside before something covered your eyes sending you into wakeful darkness. Shaking your head you tried to rub the blindfold from your eyes but Joker was much quicker in tying it off tight.

You felt Joker step back, “I’ve heard that taking away sight makes bodily sensations much more intense. And you being my special guest I want you to enjoy all the best surprises possible.”

“Joker you fucking-” You started.

Your words morphed into a scream of pain as what you could only assume to be the crowbar smashed against your thigh.

Instinct had you jerking your leg up before it stopped short as the chain hit its end. Your weight wobbled between your one other leg and overhead arms.

Breathing had already been a taxing effort but managed to become even more so.

“That’s for giving my poor fellow men such a hard time when gathering you.” Joker spoke lowly.

You barely managed to tuck your mouth against your arm to muffle the next yelp of pain as Joker sent the bar against your other leg.

“That’s for spitting at my shoes.” Joker sneered.

Tears clogged your throat as each swing Joker took had you already constantly firing pain receptors jumping to a new level of searing heat. The sound of Joker’s laughter bounced off the walls around you.

“Oh and let’s not forget to repay you for the general pain in the ass you’ve been!” Joker said this time with more glee.

Joker’s gleeful shout was mirrored with several swings smashing against your ribcage. White burst behind your scrunched shut and blindfolded eyes in pain. The sickening feel and sound of your ribs snapping ricocheted in the air making it harder to hold in your screams.

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It felt like hours had passed before Joker had eventually let the crowbar drop to the floor before tearing your blindfold off and fucking off to someplace else. Tremors shook your form pulling on old and new wounds.

Your vocal cords felt numb and were surely torn, but you couldn’t be bothered to care.

Blinking slowly you tried to stay awake. If you fell asleep you weren’t overly confident you’d wake back up if the blood matting your clothes to you was anything to go by.

A shuddering breath jarred your ribs making you whimper.

“Y/n?”

A familiar voice called your name drawing your eyes up from the floor. Your eyes widened at the sight of Jason slowly advancing toward you with concern in his eyes.

Your body straightened a bit in shock, “Jay?”

Your hoarse voice had you cringing as Jay continued forward with his hands up. Jay’s eyes scanned your form.

“I’m going to get you out of here.”

You shook your head vigorously, “No, Jay get out of here. He could come back--”

“It’s okay, doll. I’m not leaving you. Remember?”

Jason’s soft tone had tears springing to your eyes. After everything you’d said before you left the manor you weren’t sure you even deserved his bravery or kindness.

As Jason got within a foot of you a loud bang echoed through the room. You watched as Jason’s mouth dropped open, his eyes wide.

His gaze dropped to his chest the same time yours did.

Deep red blossomed across the center of his chest until the Red Hood symbol was indistinguishable.

“No,” Your voice broke as Jason relooked at you, “No. Jay, please!”

Blood slowly dribbled from the corner of Jason’s mouth as his knees buckled. As his form fell against the floor you yelled at him.

“Jay! Jay, please no, Jay!” You pulled frantically at your restraints, “Jay look at me! Come on, please! Stay awake! Jason!”

The sound of cold laughter had you looking up across the room with hard eyes.

“You fucking asshole! I swear to God I’m going to fucking kill you!” You shouted through tears.

Joker rocked back on his heels with more laughter, “You’ve got to be kidding me! He’s your biggest fear?!”

Joker wiped a tear from his eye, “Oh this is just too good.”

His words had you blinking in confusion. Joker simply waved his hand around the room, Looking around you failed to notice anyone else besides the two of you.

Jason was nowhere to be seen.

“But--But he was--” You stumbled in disbelief.

“Not here my dear. No one is coming for you here. Nor will they find you. So long as I see fit you’re stuck here to entertain me with all your fun little sounds. Which by the way I forgot to mention your bones, when they snap, sound just like Jason’s used to.”

“You sonofabitch!” You yelled.

Joker looked at you seemingly bored before checking his nonexistent watch, “It would seem I have another matter to look after. Do be a dear and enjoy yourself in my absence. I promise when I get back we can have another round with good Ole Mr. CrowBar.”

“Come back here, Joker! Come here and face me!”

Your shouts were answered with a metal door slamming shut before a lock engaged.

Your ribs painfully protested against your heaving breaths as silence descended upon you once more. Disbelief still had its teeth deeply embedded into your brain as you looked back down to where Jason had last lain.

What remained in his place on the floor was a small pool of your partially dried blood.

Swallowing thickly you realized that what you’d seen had been a hallucination caused by the virus.

A very realistic hallucination that had been real enough to fill your sense with Jay’s smell. The telltale hint of leather and cigarettes.

Your brain worked unhindered by the throbbing in your skull in an effort to try and believe what had happened. The image of Jay’s shirtfront staining red made bile rise in your throat.

You wished for the ability to erase memories, or even to just fall unconscious until Joker tired of you. You couldn’t handle even the suggestion of being forced to watch Jay fall again and not being able to help him.

Losing him the first time had been hard enough.

“Y/n?”

Tears blurred your eyes as you forced yourself to look at the floor.

“Hey, it’s going to be alright. Look at me doll.”

Tears finally brimmed over as you looked up at the form of Jason. Jay gave a soft smile.

“It’s going to be okay.”

“No, it’s not,” your sore throat worked around the wet words.

“Don’t say that. Of course it--”

Jay’s words were cut off this time as you watched what you assumed to be a hallucination of Joker smash a crowbar off the side of Jay’s head.

As Jason fell to the floor Joker rose the bar upwards before sending it back downwards. You shut your eyes against the sight, but the sound of Jay breaking still processed.

“Y/n, help me!”

A choked sob jarred you, “Please stop.”

For the next several hours those two words would become a new mantra as each new scenario of Jason falling played out before you. Jason always just in reach but never close enough for you to save.

Eventually, the virus would morph internally ensuring that the hallucinations and pain remained as fresh and painful as the first time.

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Selina had gotten the call. The call that made her heart drop to her stomach. Y/n was gone. Her apartment was trashed. Jason was frantic. Bruce and the others were already out scanning the streets for her. For any sign of her or who could have taken her. Jason had brought up Joker, but Tim easily pulled his brother from that thought.

But Selina knew better. Selina knew that that sick clown was up to this. Selina hoisted herself up on the edge of the window. Half of the window was missing. Carefully, Selina was able to squeeze herself past the broken glass and drop down into the warehouse. Her shoes made no sound.

Selina looked around the large room. It was empty. She didn’t hear a sound. Selina knew that technically wasn’t a good thing. Staying close to the walls and using the shadows to her advantage, Selina slunk across the room. She had an idea of where Joker possibly had Y/n tucked away.

As Selina made her way down the hall she could hear Harley’s high pitched voice. She may hate that Harley couldn’t see past Joker’s sick ways, but if she was here that meant Joker was busy giving Selina the perfect opportunity to find Y/n and get her out of this hellhole.

The very last room on the left Selina poked her head around the corner. There Y/n was. Tired. Beaten. Bloody and broken. Selina’s stomach turned at the sight of her. She didn’t deserve this. The kid was only trying to do what she thought was best. She wanted to make a difference. Selina couldn’t blame her.

Sneaking into the room Selina crept her way over to Y/n. She reached out and gently grabbed Y/n’s face in her hands. Y/n woke with a startled gasp. Selina immediately covered her mouth with her hand.

“Hush now, you’re safe,” Selina cooed.

Y/n screamed into her hand. She was mumbling and stumbling over her words. Selina was able to make out that Selina was fake.

“Y/n,” Selina said sternly.

Y/n only tried pulling her head away.

“Y/n, look at me! Look at me right now!” Selina ordered.

Slowly, Y/n brought her head up so she could look deep into Selina’s eyes.

“I am not a hallucination. It’s me. You’re safe now, okay? I’m going to get you out of here,” Selina said.

“You’re a fake,” Y/n said once Selina removed her hand.

“Yeah and you’re Queen Elizabeth,” Selina hissed as she quickly made work at Y/n’s ties.

When Y/n was slumped against her, Selina quickly picked her up bridal style.

“Jason,” Y/n muttered.

“I’ll get you to him, I promise,” Selina said.

“Joker killed him,” She cried.

“Shh, no he didn’t,” Selina said as she moved out of the room and quickly making her way out of the warehouse without getting caught.

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They were coming up empty-handed. None of this made sense. How could she just up and disappear? Jason really thought that it was the Joker that took her, but Tim had helped him search her apartment. There was no calling card. Joker always left a calling card. He enjoyed showing off and bragging too much to forget.

“Gordon is going to put his best men on this and help find Y/n,” Bruce said over the communicator.

Jason rolled his eyes.

“He’s trying to help Jay,” Tim said from next to him.

“What I want is to find Y/n,” Jason growled.

“We’re all doing the best we can. You just have to believe that,” Tim said.

Jason shook Tim’s grasp from his arm and then stormed away. Tim yelled after his brother, but Jason completely ignored him. He was absolutely over it. His family wasn’t getting anywhere. It was time that he took things into his own hands.

Climbing onto his bike he tugged on his helmet. He’d find Y/n by himself. Jason no longer had the patience to be a team player. He was never good at that sort of stuff. Flying down the road, Jason took a sharp right. He’d find Y/n one way or another he’d bring her home safe.

Jason’s phone began to ring. He pulled up the call in his mask to see Bruce’s name. Rolling his eyes Jason ignored the call and continued on his way.

Again, Jason’s phone rang. This time it was Dick. Couldn’t his family get the clue that he didn’t want to talk to them? That he didn’t need their help?

Jason pulled down a side street and began looking for any of the kids that they had recently helped. Maybe, just maybe somebody had seen or heard anything about Y/n and what could have happened to her.

As he scanned the common areas Jason was beginning to come up empty-handed. The longer time went on the chances to find her alive were beginning to dim and Jason was slowly starting to lose hope that he was going to find her.

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Across Gotham, Selina had dragged Y/n to one of the shadier motels. She was able to get her inside unnoticed and then Selina began working on cleaning her up. She stitched her wounds and bandaged everything else up.

Y/n dozed in and out of consciousness as Selina tended to her. Selina knew that it was going to take days for Y/n’s body to fight the toxin. Without the cure, it was going to be a long process. Selina was worried that Y/n wasn’t strong enough to fight off the toxins or that this time Joker had perfected his virus.

“Selina,” Y/n croaked.

Selina turned from the window to hurry over to the bed. She dropped onto the edge of the bed.

“Hey,” Selina spoke softly.

“Is it really you?” Y/n asked, her voice was thick and hoarse.

“It’s me. I made you a promise. You’re safe,” Selina said.

Y/n closed her eyes trying to hold back the tears.

“Y/n, Joker gave you a rather large dose of his virus. I’m afraid that you won’t be able to get past this,” Selina explained.

Selina could tell that Y/n was trying to think of something. She could see the hard look of concentration on her face.

“My place,” Y/n began.

“Has been destroyed,” Selina pointed out.

Y/n shook her head.

Finally, she opened her eyes to look at Selina.

“I was smarter this time,” Y/n said.

Selina couldn’t help but smile.

“In my closet is a safety lock box. It has a few of my last cures and my notes,” Y/n began.

“Y/n,” Selina interrupted.

“You have to go get them, Selina. My cures won’t cure me 100% but it will at least help me feel better,” Y/n explained.

“I can’t just leave you here,” Selina said.

“Yes, you can, I need you to go,” Y/n told her.

Selina sighed. She could tell that Y/n was beginning to lose consciousness again. She was right if Selina didn’t go now things could get worse for her. But she also knew that she couldn’t leave her alone. Y/n could throw up and end up choking on her own vomit. Selina knew the only thing she could do. She had to call for backup.

Selina walked into the bathroom and closed the door as quietly as she could. She dialed the familiar number. It rang and rang before going to voicemail. Sighing heavily, she called again and again before Jason finally answered his phone.

“What?” Jason snapped.

“Come to the old Motel on Hardwick Lane,” Selina said.

“What?” Jason said in confusion.

“Just get here,” Selina hissed before hanging up on him.

Selina cracked open the door to look over at the bed. Y/n was back to being out cold. Selina walked over to the window and pulled back the curtains. Several long minutes went by when Selina finally heard the familiar sound of Jason’s bike. Selina stepped outside of the motel room and flagged down Jason.

He yanked off his helmet and then walked over to where Selina stood.

“What the fuck is going on Selina?” Jason demanded.

“Come with me,” Selina said.

Jason had no other choice but to follow her inside of the motel room. Selina quickly shut the door behind him. Jason scanned the room. His eyes stopped at the bed. His heart dropped and his stomach rolled. Jason quickly looked over at Selina.

“How? Where?” Jason stumbled over his words.

“Joker,” Selina simply said.

Jason hurried over to the side of the bed. Carefully he dropped down next to her. She let out a small whimper. Taking her hand in his, Jason stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. His throat felt thick as he held back the tears. Y/n was covered in bruises. Blood stained her skin and her clothes. Jason could see where Selina had bandaged most of her wounds.

“Jay she’s really sick,” Selina said.

Jason finally looked over at her.

“Did he inject her with the virus?” Jason’s voice cracked as he asked a question.

“With double the dose, Jay. I have to go, she says that she has some cures hidden away at her apartment,” Selina said.

Jason shook his head. “I’ve been in her apartment. It’s trashed,”

“She had a backup plan, Jason. I know where it’s hidden and along with her notes,” Selina explained.

Jason said nothing as he looked back over her. Her hair was soaked from sweat. He could feel her shivering, but she was hot to the touch. Her lips were beginning to turn blue. Jason closed his eyes.

“I’ll stay with her,” Jason finally said.

“I won’t be gone long. Call me if she changes or gets worse,” Selina said.

Jason nodded.

Selina quickly slipped from the room. Alone, Jason crawled into the bed to lay next to her. She may be sweating, but Jason couldn’t go much longer without having her in his arms. Curling up behind her, Jason pulled Y/n into his arms.

Several minutes went by when she began to stir in his arms. Jason sat up and looked down at her.

“Y/n,” Jason said softly.

He watched as her eyes began to flutter open. They were glazed over and she looked up at him in confusion.

“Jason,” She whispered her lip quivered.

“Hi doll,” Jason greeted with a grin.

“Please, I can’t do this again,” She cried.

“Do what?” Jason asked.

“I can’t lose you again,” She replied.

Jason was confused.

“Doll, you never lost me in the first place,” Jason said.

Even though her body ached, Y/n slid away from Jason. He tried grabbing her arm to keep her from falling out of the bed.

“I won’t be fooled again, Joker!” She screamed.

“Hey! Hey! It’s me,” Jason said.

Panic had already settled in. With a quick jab with her elbow, Y/n hit Jason in the jaw. He released her and she fell out of the bed with a thud. She cried in pain, the blow hardly did any damage to Jason. He sat on the bed in confusion as Y/n hurried to her feet. She stumbled a little and reached out towards the wall to steady herself.

“Y/n, it’s just the toxins talking. You need to calm down,” Jason said.

She furiously shook her head.

“I refuse to watch you die again,” She said.

Slowly and carefully, Jason climbed off the bed. He held up his hands in surrender so she could see that he meant her no harm.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I am not going to die either,” Jason said.

“Liar!” Y/n roared before lunging at him.

Jason wasn’t expecting that and she caught him off guard. She shoved her open palm upwards catching him in the nose. He heard the sickening crunch of his nose and the immediate warmth from the blood. Swearing, he stumbled backward and ended up tripping over his own feet. Jason let out a deep growl as his ass came into contact with the hard floor.

“Fuck,” Jason swore as he popped his nose back into place.

Y/n stood there in shock. Her vision didn’t blacken like last time. He didn’t disappear like all of the other times. Could this really be Jason?

“Jay?” She whispered.

Jason looked up at her.

“Is it really you?” She asked.

Wiping his bloody hands on his jeans he nodded.

“It’s me, baby, it’s really me,” He said.

She let out a long sigh of relief. Falling to her knees she crawled over to him. Ignoring his bloody hands and his still bleeding nose, Y/n crawled into his lap.

“I’m sorry,” She said.

Jason only wrapped his arms tightly around him.

“It’s okay,” Jason said.

Y/n nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck and took in a deep breath. The familiar scent of him filled her nostrils and it brought immediate relief. Letting the tears finally fall, Y/n closed her eyes and just sank into his warmth.

Jason kissed the top of her head and just rocked her back and forth. He sat on the floor a bloody mess, but he didn’t care. She had dropped off after a few minutes and he didn’t dare move as he didn’t want to risk waking her up.

Fifteen minutes later, she woke with a start.

“Shh, you’re okay,” He said.

You looked up at him.

Jason looked down at you.

“Hey you,” He said.

Their conversation didn’t even get to start as the door to the motel opened. Selina quickly slid inside. She froze at the sight in front of her.

“Whoa, what happened?” Selina asked.

“Just a little misunderstanding, but we’re both okay now,” Jason said.

Selina knelt down and checked Jason's nose.

“Why don’t you go get cleaned up and I’ll administer the cure,” Selina suggested.

Jason helped you to the edge of the bed. He squeezed your hand before disappearing into the bathroom. You looked over at Selina.

“Did you find everything?” You asked.

“It was all there,” Selina said pulling off her bag.

She pulled out your notes and set them on the bed next to you. Next, she pulled out a few viles of the cure.

“Give me 50cc,” You said.

Selina looked at you with wide eyes.

“It was a double injection of the virus Selina, we need to try and counteract it,” You explained.

Selina nodded. Jason was just coming out of the bathroom with a clean face as Selina was filling the syringe with the cure.

“Whoa, that’s a lot,” Jason snapped.

“I know what I’m doing,” You shot back.

Jason fell silent. He dropped down next to you and laced your hand with his.

Selina lifted your sleeve and then cleaned a spot on your arm. You squeezed Jason’s hand just as Selina poked your skin with the needle. You let out a small hiss. You watched as the clear liquid disappeared into your arm.

Slowly, Selina pulled the needle out. She quickly covered the spot with a small band-aid. You were feeling tired again. You leaned your head against Jason’s shoulder.

“Your dad has been blowing up my phone,” Selina said

“Shit, I forgot,” Jason said.

“Forgot, what?” You asked looking up at him.

“Everyone is out looking for you,” Jason answered.

“Oh,” You said.

“Stay with her. I’ll go, keep him and your brothers off your trail,” Selina said.

“Thank you, Selina,” Jason said.

Selina nodded.

“Call me for anything,” Selina said.

Jason nodded in return.

Selina kissed your forehead.

“Keep fighting. I’ll be back soon,” Selina said.

You grabbed her arm before she could turn away. She glanced down at you.

“Thank you,” You said.

Selina gave you a soft smile.

“Anytime, you’re family,” Selina replied before quickly leaving.

The two of you sat in silence for a long time. Jason wanted to know what happened. You knew that, but you weren’t quite sure if you were ready to relive everything that happened with Joker.

“I’m sorry,” Jason’s apology broke the silence.

You looked up at him in confusion.

“Why are you sorry?” You asked him.

“I should have known that Joker wasn’t done with you. I know better that he’s a psychotic piece of shit,” Jason explained.

“Hey,” You said cutting him off.

Jason refused to look down at you.

You grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you.

“You are not to blame for this. Creating this cure was my decision, Jason. I knew what I was getting myself into. Especially, after discovering that Joker was behind everything. I kept pushing. Not you. Me.” You told him.

Jason swore and got to his feet. Your hand slid out of his as he began to pace back and forth.

“I’m going to kill him once and for all,” Jason snarled.

“No!” You practically shouted.

Jason stopped pacing and looked at you.

“Hey, it will be alright, I know what I’m doing,” Jason said.

You shook your head.

“Jay, it’s different this time, okay?” You said.

Jason knelt down in front of you.

“Jason, I need to tell you something,” You told him your hand came up to cup his cheek.

Jason placed his hand over yours.

“What is it?” Jason asked.

“Joker knows our fears, Jason. He used mine against me and he’ll use yours against you and the same for everybody else,” You explained.

“Y/n, what happened?” Jason asked.

You knew you had to tell him. You took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“You have to promise to stay calm and that you won’t storm out of here on a mission,” You said.

Jason mulled the decision over. Right now he would have agreed on anything and everything for you.

“I promise,” Jason said.

So you began to recount what had happened. You started with coming back to finding your apartment once again trashed. You told him how you tried fighting Joker’s goons off, but you weren’t strong enough to beat the three of them. You explained how you woke tied up and trapped in a room with Joker.

The more you explained what had happened with Joker you could see the anger setting in Jason’s face. His hand curled into a fist and he began to shake when you told him how he used a crowbar on you. Jason got to his feet and paced while you continued on.

You filled him in on how he injected you with a larger dose. That your fears come to life in hallucinations. You told Jason how you had to watch him die over and over again which made you feel like a piece of you was dying every time you had to watch the life leave his eyes.

“There were so many times that I wanted to give up,” You told him.

“You’re too damn stubborn for that,” Jason said with a smirk.

You couldn’t help but smile.

“But there was just enough hope left in me that I knew that if I kept holding on that I’d be able to see you again. To see Dick, Tim, and Damian. I also knew that if I gave up that there wouldn’t be anyone out there to perfect my cure and to beat Joker all together,” You said.

“You beat him this time, Y/n. And together we’re going to bring him down,” Jason said.

You gave him a sad smile.

“Look at me Jason, I am in no condition to continue this battle,” You told him as your body began to shiver again.

Jason held back his concerns. He watched as you crawled to the top of the bed so you could slip under the covers.

“That’s fine. You be the brains and I’ll be the muscle. That’s how we work best anyways,” Jason said.

You forced a smile to keep yourself from whimpering in pain.

“You’re not going to be able to take him down yourself, Jay,” You told him.

“Then I’ll bring backup,” Jason said.

“You’re not a team player,” You reminded him.

“For you, I will be,” Jason said.

You coughed as you slid further under the blankets.

“That’s a lot to ask of your brothers. From your family,” You replied.

“They love you Y/n, you know they’ll do it,” Jason answered.

Jason noticed how you gasped several times as you struggled to breathe. You were sweating again.

“Can we talk about this later? I need a nap,” You asked.

Jason sat on the edge of the bed.

“Of course,” He said softly.

Jason noticed how the left part of your face began to twitch. He watched a spasm roll down the left side of your body.

“Could you get me some water?” You asked, your throat was suddenly dry.

Jason shot off the bed and into the bathroom to fill up a glass. When he came back into the main part of the room you were already sleeping. Setting the glass on the nightstand, Jason took a seat next to you once again. The symptoms were coming back in full force. Your body wasn’t sweating the toxins out and it looked as if your body was rejecting the cure.

What the hell was he supposed to do? You were sick. There was a good possibility that you could die. Being cooped up in this motel room wasn’t going to help you either. You needed real help. More than what he and Selina could do for you. Star City was on the outside of Gotham and he could drive you there, but at the state you were in Jason worried that you wouldn’t make it that far out of town. Swearing, Jason left the motel room so he didn’t wake you.

Dialing Dick’s number he waited for his brother to answer.

“Where the fuck are you?” Dick demanded.

“Hi to you too,” Jason snapped.

Dick sighed. “Seriously, Jay, where are you?” Dick asked.

“I need you and the others to meet me at the Manor in fifteen,” Jason said.

“Why?” Dick asked.

“Stop questioning me and just do it,” Jason growled before hanging up.

Shoving his phone into his jacket pocket, Jason went back in. He knew he had his bike, but he was determined to get you to the Manor in one piece. Wrapping you up in the blanket, Jason picked you up and carried you out.

Using one arm, Jason was able to get on his bike and keep you cradle against his chest. Revving his engine, Jason pulled away from the curb and sped through Gotham. Every time you whimpered in pain, Jason looked at you. He could tell that you were fading. He went even faster and prayed that the police were busy elsewhere.

Once he made it through Gotham, he hit the max speed on his bike as he raced back towards the Manor. At the Manor, Jason parked his bike and with you still in his arms he ran up the stairs. He pushed open the massive oak door.

“Bruce! Alfred!” Jason shouted.

The two men came around the corner with his brothers hot on his heels.

“Y/n,” Dick gasped.

“Hurry, she’s dying,” Jason hissed and everyone split apart running around trying to gather everything they needed as Bruce lead Jason down to the Batcave with you still in his arms.

“Stay with me,” Jason whispered as a single tear rolled down his cheek.

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