Fandom One Shots Book Three

Jason 'Red Hood' Todd x Superhero!Reader

Staring out at Gotham City, you could see the mix of historical gothic architecture mixing with modern buildings that now dominated the landscape. The lights shone out, beacons of small spheres of safety when you stood under them. However, you knew different, after years of living in Gotham that they weren't just minimal spots of safety, but a bright light shining down letting the various gangs and dealers that you were there. That you didn't know the dark secrets that Gotham protected with her life. People would go missing to never be seen again, some would show up dead, others in different countries thousands of miles away. There was a fair few who would disappear into Gotham's history, they would become whispered stories scaring newcomers and children into the daylight where they would have an amount of safety.

You shifted onto the balls of your feet, when your senses told you there was someone behind you. Raising onto your toes and standing straight, you tensed ready. There was a subtle shift in the air, and you leapt up flipping yourself to the side using your enhanced skills. Landing on your toes, you used your ballet training to your advantage. Lowering yourself so you were standing flat. You bent down and picked up the batarang. It was covered in nicks; looked older than the current Robin that now used the specialised weapon. Turning gracefully, you faced the shadow that had thrown it. You sighed, "didn't know you still used these." The shadow stepped forward into the low light, they shrugged. The small slivers of light reflected off the red helmet he wore. The Red Hood stood in front of you. Robin; once a upon a time. Jason Todd; at a time, further back than that. "I don't." You tossed it back to him. His voice was husky and worn, the sound similar to the taste of whiskey, the smoky way he spoke. "Then why use that old thing?" You pointed at the batarang in his hands. He twisted it, shrugging as he looked down at it.

Jason, you shook your head, Red Hood, stepped forward. "So, Lady Light." He spoke your superhero name, not the one you had chosen but had been given by the public. You had moaned about it when you had found out. Dick hadn't let it go for weeks; and when Damien had found out, he enjoyed teasing you as well. You usually taunted them back, Dick about his obvious crush on Zantanna, and Damien about the bold colours he wore fighting crime. Jason had given you the nickname Lady, just to annoy the hell out of you. After his death, you had thought that he called you Lady because he had a crush on you. When he came back different, you had buried it all the feelings.

Red Hood stepped forwards, he kept coming closer until you faced each other. He was close to you, you seemed to feel the body heat radiating from his gloved fingers. You couldn't see his eyes as they flickered over your grey outfit, gold piping on the seams. Streaks of it emulating rays of light. His fingers slipped under your mask, the white mask that was rimmed with gold. You shivered as you felt the soft leather gloves brush against your skin.

The sound of store alarm jerked you both to your senses. Red Hood jumped down and used his grabbling hook to catch his fall. You used your light powers to disappear in one beam of light and reappear in another. It wasn't just another robbery that happened almost daily in Gotham. This didn't feel like that. The men who were in the building didn't act like the typical robbers; they didn't bolt when you appeared with Red Hood at your side. The fight had migrated into the alley behind the store. Their fighting skills made them seem rigorously trained. It was as if they had been meticulously trained for fighting you and Red Hood. You were busy with two of them, their skills almost surpassing your own. So, it wasn't a surprise that one of the eight got the jump on you. You knocked out the two you were fighting, turning to face the others when you faced the barrel of a gun. Red Hood knocked the remaining man and turned to see you with a gun on you. He jumped in front of you, knocking you to the side. He leapt at the man as the trigger was pulled. The cacophonous sound of the gunshot echoed in your ears. You screamed, shooting a beam of light at the man who had risen to his feet. He was knocked off his feet and was knocked into a brick wall. You ran over to Red Hood, rolling him over as he groaned. He removed his mask and threw it away from him a little. He coughed as you noted the gaping chest wound. "You aren't wearing body armour?" The words were high pitched and hysterical. He chuckled at that. "Haven't you heard Lady; I can come back the dead." His eyes fluttered, "besides your safe now. I've got you." His voice turned raspy as he spoke. He raised his hand and knocked the phone out of your hand as you attempted to call Dick. "Don't." You looked at him tears beginning to streak down your face. "I don't deserve to be saved." Shaking your head, "you do." Your eyes searched his face as he lifted an arm and removed your mask. It fell from his fingers and on to his chest, his blood began to stain the white fabric. You leaned down and his fingers brushed against your cheek. "Please stay." The words came out as a whimper. One of the men, you had been fighting stood and raised his weapon. Red Hood noticed this and pulled you down aiming his own gun at the man. He fired once, as did the man. The man fell back and the body in your lap jerked as he was shot a second time. You screamed once more, as you saw the second bleeding wound. You sobbed, "Jason?" His name fell from your lips, a plea, a Hail Mary to a deity you didn't believe in anymore.

The screams had left your throat raw and close to bleeding. Your voice sounded damaged and hoarse when you spoke, trying to keep Jason's attention on you. The hoarse and broken words begged to whomever was listening to save him, take you if they must but spare him. "I'll take you back to the Lazarus pit, please stay. Just stay. Please." Choking on the last word, rough and rasping. You never liked asking for help, for someone to have something to hold over you. Jason chuckled, choking on the blood that gathered in the back of his throat. The specks dotted his lips, chin and cheeks. "Jason?" There was a soft plea in your voice, tears still dripping down your cheeks, falling onto his face. You were holding tight to the wounds leaking slowly now as his heart slowed, your hands moved his leather jacket, his shirt, him. Jason reached into a pocket inside his leather jacket, he pulled the batarang from it. Handing it to you, he closed your fingers around it as a tear fell from your eye, hitting the batarang smearing into the blood. He coughed again, showing he was still here, even if it wasn't going to last. "Stay please." He gave an attempt at a laugh; it was coated with blood. He shook his head, telling you he couldn't speak and that he knew that your fluttering attempts to keep him alive weren't going to do anything. That even the infamous Red Hood couldn't survive this. The white of your outfit showed the blood that stained through to your skin, Jason's eyes flickered over the spots where he knew the blood had landed. You gave a watery desperate smile.

"Jason?" He had stilled in your arms, you felt for a pulse at his throat. There was none. You sobbed, leaning into his muscled chest, his body heat was leaving rapidly in the winter air. Carefully lifting his heavy body off your legs, you stood. You walked over to where his red helmet had rolled when you had taken it off and thrown it away. Crouching you picked it up in both hands. Turning the cold metal so that it faced you. You looked up at the dark sky, and the full moon which glinted off the red helmet in your hands. Raising your arms, you placed it on your head. Looking down at your hands once more as you adjusted to the tech in the helmet. It felt heavy on your shoulders as it constricted your breaths. You took a single deep breath and then you could breathe in the helmet, maybe not as easily as you had once before, but you could breathe. You tilted your head up and looked at Gotham laid out before you.

The Red Hood would rise again.