Miraculous Ships, One-shots, Salt Fics, and Song Fics

A Jasonette Songfic- The One That Got Away- Take Two

As per request. Hopefully- @NiniBat19990

I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream and rampage and throw things at the wall. The boy I loved had forgotten me, and I wanted to scream to the world how hurt I felt. But I couldn't. One of the many downsides to living in Paris. I had cried, on the flight home. But it wasn't enough. And now that I was back in Paris,  I could get akumatized. So instead of screaming like I wanted to, I took the advice a blue-haired boy gave me years ago, and wrote my feelings out in song. 

Summer after high school when we first met
We'd make out in your Mustang to Radiohead
And on my 18th birthday we got matching tattoos
Used to steal your parents' liquor and climb to the roof
Talk about our future like we had a clue
Never planned that one day I'd be losing you

Our love was a bit different than most. We were both street rats, and met at a very young age in the alleys of Gotham. I found him, half dead, in an abandoned warehouse, and adopted him into my pack. Once you got past his, ah, eccentric, personality, he was really quite sweet. We would sit on the rooftops of Gotham and eat whatever stolen goods we had and watch the sunset together. And somehow, over the years, I fell in love. And he did too. We were quite the team. We did everything together. We were inseparable. We exchanged the only bit of finery we owned. Me, a small, blue, rope bracelet and him, a red, beaded necklace. They were a promise to each other, that we would keep the other safe, and stay loyal, at any cost. We spent all of our time outside of school together.

In another life
I would be your girl
We'd keep all our promises
Be us against the world
In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say you were
The one that got away
The one that got away

And then he was gone. He had gotten careless, had gotten caught. Apparently twelve-year-old's can't live on their own. I didn't seem him for weeks, and in that time, I made the Joker look tame. And then he was back, panting, and looking nicer than I had ever seen him look. 

"Jason! Where have you been?" He gave me a weak smile.

"I don't have a lot of time pixie, so just listen. I was stealing from some rich dude on like, 82nd street and got caught. The officer, I think his name was Gordon, was gonna put me in the system, but then the rich dude, who turned out to be Bruce Wayne, stepped in and said I could stay with him. So then he spent two weeks getting everything legalized, and this is the first time I've been allowed out of the house, and I wanted to tell you where I'd gone."

"Oh." 

"Yeah. He's gonna be here soon so you might want to scram." I was almost gone when he yelled

"I love you!"
"I love you too Blue-Jay!"

I climbed the side of the building and sat in the rafters to see what was going to happen to him.  A man in a dark suit, along with the entire police force, stalked into the building and grabbed him. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but it wasn't happy. The pulled him to a black car and drove off. I missed him already. 

I was June and you were my Johnny Cash
Never one without the other, we made a pact
Sometimes when I miss you I put those records on (whoa)
Someone said you had your tattoo removed
Saw you downtown singing the blues
It's time to face the music, I'm no longer your muse

 Three more years came and went, and I was 14 and irresponsible. I hadn't gotten out in time and was caught in one of the raids. They had taken me to the police station, where I learned I had an aunt and uncle living in Paris. I was being put on a plane and shipped off in six hours, and had to find a way to tell Jason. So I ran. I hopped out the window and ran to our usual meeting spot, screaming his name all the way there.