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Delia woke up that morning her mismatched eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling trying to work through the deafening haze, she felt sore and her limbs felt like they were made of jelly, she turned to look at her alarm clock wincing as her hips protested from the sudden action, it was 8 am...the closed her eyes, she bolt upwards realizing she was late for wor...oh, right she didn't have a job anymore, she frowned wanting to feel angry and disgruntled, but couldn't find it in her.
She actually felt happy! that she didn't have bend over backwards for her lazy ass co-workers anymore. no more stolen credit, no work being pushed on to her, No creepy Chris from resources flirting with her and sending her creepy messages. No Yvette her snotty supervisor belittling her in front of everyone...She was brought out of her thoughts when a large muscular arm wrapping around her naked waist and pulling her back down on to the bed.
"Go back to sleep Pip-squeak..." a tired voice rumbled the ginger blinked and turned to the second person in her bed a man with green eyes messy black hair with white streak, and a body that looked like it was chiseled from marble glared up at her lazily, Delia blinked at the man mind still fogged up as she tried to remember the last 24hrs and how the hell did she end in bed with someone like him.
"You're firing me?!" Delia shrieked staring gobsmacked at Yvette who tried to look sympathetic, but as she was clearly more interested in her stupid manicured nails and make-up to care. "We just can't keep someone, who just wants sit around being lazy and do nothing while her co-workers do everything for her." Delia couldn't believe what she was hearing...Lazy?...Nothing?! she stood right up and slammed her hands on the desk causing Yvette to jumped.
"I've worked my ass off for this company for six years...I watched it go from a 40 person operation to 120! I missed my uncle's funeral because I was busy doing my fellow workers jobs and your fucking work while you were on vacation in Hawaii...and you accuse me of being lazy?!" The blond had heard enough and called security to escort Delia off the premises, the ginger haired woman yanked her her arm out of the guard's hand. "Don't bother I'm going..."
She hissed before shouldering one of the large men she packed her things and walked out of building all while her ex co-workers whispered and snickered at the mismatched who flipped them all off as she got in the elevator. Why the fuck did they choose to fire her tonight of all nights, It's cold and raining the bottom of cardboard box she had her stuff in gave out from all the water it absorbed,
scattering and breaking all the glass crap inside, She didn't even bother to picking it up her green/grey eyes just stared at the broken remains of the last six years of her life slowly being washed away by the rain. She watched as an aluminum pencil cup rolled down into a gutter and into the foot of some drunk passed out in the gutter.
The mismatched eyed girl stared blankly at the man debating if she should call someone to pick him up, she sighed and went over to the guy not caring if he was dangerous; with how shitty her night was going? Death would be a fucking godsend.
"Hey buddy, you okay?" She saw the guy more clearly now he was in some tactical looking gear, some kind of helmet "Sir are you okay?" She felt her heart speed up the man still hadn't moved she started speed walking towards him, Delia Was going to call out to him again...
only for her voice to die when she realized just who the man was, it's was the red-hood Delia felt fear curdle into her stomach she'd heard about the gun trotting vigilante, how he kills people well bad people but still people none the less.
the ginger took a step back, but then noticed the subtle stream of red pooling around his body being mixed with the water and washed away from the rain and the hole in his shoulder.
after some heavy thoughts the mismatched eyed girl managed to pull Red-hood up and somehow managed to dragged him back to her apartment. "Fuck you're heavy.." she grunted depositing the large guy on to her couch, then went searching around her apartment cabinets for that old bottle of whiskey her uncle had gifted for her 19th birthday...
The ginger haired girl hummed finding it now she just needed to find the old med-kit. she looked into the upper crawl space and found her Uncle's kit and brought it down and went back to her living room Red was still out...And with a sigh the mismatched eyed girl tied her hair back and prepped for surgery, the benefit of being raised by a black market surgeon? was knowing that he didn't give two shits if she used his stuff.
She'd removed the bullet from Red-hood's shoulder being mindful of his privacy she didn't take his helmet off, but she did have to cut his shirt and unzipped his body armor off, if she wasn't in doctor mode right now the Ginger haired girl would be drooling over his abs.
Delia hummed as she pulled out bits of Kevlar and body armor from his wound and stitched him up, then went to examine the bullet curiously it had a dull sheen to it almost like...
There was knock at her door the pale girl frowned she wasn't expecting any visitors? She got up from her coffee table and went to check the peephole and her nose scrunched up like she'd smelled something sour when she saw who it was. Chris...wait she never told where she lived.
Delia felt a lump form in her throat. As she cautiously unlocked her door and opened it a crack. "What are you doing here?" She hissed glaring at her ex co-worker suspiciously the greasy haired man pulled a "Charming" smile which failed miserably reminding the ginger girl of the joker.
"Well I heard Yvette fired you so I figured you could used a friend?"
"No, thanks I got enough friends and you sure as hell ain't one of them.." Delia went to close the door and Chris wedged his foot between it, as he struggled to keep the door open.
"Well, At least let me take you out for a couple drinks."
"No thanks, I've already got plans."
"With who?" Chris huffed still trying to pry his way in, Delia tried to think of an answer when a tired and annoyed called from her living room. "Whose at the door babe?" She glanced over her shoulder while Chris jumped away from the door as it opened wider to reveal a large man with raven hair with a white streak and green eyes coming up behind Delia pulling a t-shirt on.
the mismatched eyed girl was borderline panicking and cheering to every god there was imaginable in her head, as her stalker gawked at the tall, handsome and muscular man who looked like he could easily snap his skinny ass over his knee like a twig.
"Oh this is Chris, he invited me for drinks." The greasy hair man swallowed as the large man's green eyes narrowed at him, like he knew all of Chris's dirty little secrets. "That was nice of him, Too bad you and I already got plans..." The raven haired man said curtly as Chris sweated bullets as he tried to come up with a response. But the message mystery man was sending him was loud and clear.
*Get the fuck out of here before I throw you off the roof.* Chris readjusted his tie and coughed awkwardly. "Yes, Well then I'll just be on my way." the greasy man said as the "couple" waved him off and closed the door, Delia check the peephole and watched Chris stare bewildered at the door before walking out of her view.
She relaxed for a few moments that was until a large hand wrapped around her neck. and tall muscular figure loomed over her threateningly. "Where the fuck am, and who the hell are you?" the man demanded eyes filled with suspicion.
"Good to see you up red." The ginger haired girl wheezed as the man squeezed her neck harder, his face contorted into a snarl. "Answer me or I'll snap your neck." He hissed as Delia winced trying to keep her eyes focused "Delia...You're at my apartment...I found you bleeding out on the street..." His brows furrowed and he let go of the ginger's neck, She took breaths and coughed trying to breathe.
"Were you the one who fixed my shoulder?" Red asked examining her, she nodded clearing her throat. "Why?" The Delia shrugged rubbing her neck. "I don't know, would you have rather I call the cops?" Red's jaw set she had him there it was then he noticed a photo hanging on the side of her door, It was of an old man in army gear.
"I know that guy, he was some quack who set up shop in the narrows."
"Yeah that was my uncle...He taught me how fix people."
"Hmn, what was the deal with the neck-beard?"
"creepy Ex Co-worker, I just got fired tonight..."
Delia muttered as Red's eyes went from the picture to her, she wasn't much to look at kind of plain really, her green and grey eyes were swollen, Ginger hair a mess and her clothes were kind of sticking to her from the being caught in the rain. But other then that she smelled...safe, He hummed to himself then sighed "Go take a shower and put on some night clothes or whatever you girls wear."
Delia looked at him confused as Red huffed in annoyance. "I said we had plans didn't I? The ginger seemed unsure but, complied fifteen minutes later Delia came out of he room in a mauve hoodie, gray t-shirt jean-skirt. When she went out into her living room she found Jason on his cell phone texting he noticed her and put it way and got up from her couch. "So, where are we going?" she asked.
And that's how they ended up at a bar.
Delia was complaining about Chris and Yvette, Chris was a creepy guy who still lived with his mom, he smelled like he bathed rotten eggs, and would constantly lurk around her desk or send Delia messages...with photos, though she never opened any of his messages with image attachments mainly out fear of what she'll see.
And then there was Yvette Martine she's 40. but acts and dresses like she's 16 and looks like leather face under all that make up she wears."and she has this chihuahua named Pretzel that she drags around in a little pink bag." She takes another sip of her beer. "the poor thing looks at me, like it's saying put me out of my misery."
Red listened to her intently he seemed pretty annoyed just from hearing about these people how the hell Delia managed to work with these people for six was fucking astounding! "That place wasn't an office, it was a high-school." He snarked causing Delia to snarf and him to burst out laughing as she tried to clean up.
Fifteen minutes later the two were arguing about how Violet should've won Wonka's contest she's the only one who was willing to stick her neck out for the Oompa-Loompas, Red was insistent that Charlie deserved it after all the crap he went through to get the damn ticket aside from that stunt in the soda room he was pretty chilled and polite about the whole thing.
then that turned it whether or not the Smurf's were mammals or not."Oh my god! Smurf's don't lay eggs! They're mammals!? Papa has effing beard!" Delia jeered Red rolled his eyes at her scoffed"It's a single female in large group of males, she'd in heat every 24/7 if she didn't lay eggs!" He snarled and pointed at the little graph he made on a napkin.
Neither had noticed they were getting closer to each other, Next thing they knew they making out on the bar, It wasn't till Bartender noticed Red pulling Delia's skirt up and the ginger fiddling with his belt, "Yeah, alright Charlie get them out of here!" they snapped at the bouncer who kicked the two drunks out.
The two burst out laughing and held each other up as walked down the street when Delia stopped and glared at the large building. "Ish dis where yous used to works?~" Red slurred Delia nodded bad mood returning. "Hey wanna trash yer bosses offishce?"
The mismatched eyed girl looked confused then smirked "Dey don't lock the back itsh brokin." she slurred back the green eyed man smiled like a kid on Christmas. "Aces! let's go." He grabbed her hand and led her around back but paused at a junction box Red opened it and pulled a knife from his boot a and snipped the gold and black wire that controlled the security system and light blue one for the cameras.
Before continuing on to the back door. they found Yvette's office the and trashed the hell out of it. Shelves broken, awards smashed, make up and nail-polish smeared everywhere. and the cherry on top was when Delia and Red had sex on Yvette's desk causing it to break. "Oh, fuck...Yvette gonna blow." Delia giggled into Red's shoulder as he gave her piggy back ride back to her place, they had just missed getting caught by a security guard.
Red chuckled obviously still hyped up the benefits of being inhuman; beastly vitality and recovery time. "What I would do to see the look on her face." he snickered picturing a 40 year old Haris Pilton throwing a toddler temper tantrum over her office. Needless to say their fun didn't end there, once they got back inside of Delia's apartment, they had few more rounds of sex giving her neighbors an earful of just how loud the usually quiet ginger could be. it was around four am when they finally settled down. Delia was pretty much knocked out and Red lazily threw his arm around her before dozing off...
Delia's face heated up as it all came back to her, holy crap she trashed Yvette's office...holy crap she drunkenly gave her virginity up to a stranger...A hot stranger and it was mind blowing, but still a stranger!
But then again she trashed Yvette's office! Fucking over Yvette definitely weighed out the sex with a stranger...who was she kidding? the great sex and fucking over Yvette weighed out the stranger thing! Delia had laid back down with Red who hummed tiredly pulled her closer to to him and dozed off...
only to be awaken abruptly a 11 by loud knocking she heard Red growl in annoyance next and mutter "leave it..." But the knocking persisted the short girl wiggled out of his arm and threw on a t-shirt and shorts wincing as she did so,
before making her way to her front door and opened to reveal a enraged Yvette frothing at the mouth and crying causing her make-up to melt down her face. "Sorry, I'm all out ruby slippers, check with Dorthy down the hall." Delia went to close the door only for her ex-boss to hold the door open.
"YOU TRASHED MY OFFICE YOU BITCH!?" the blond shrieked causing a few neighbors to poke their head out of their apartments, just as an out of breath cop came running up to them "Ma'm let us handle this." the pink pantsuit clad woman glared at the cop offended that he had the audacity to tell her to stand down!
"Whats there to handle? I know it was her!" she pointed a finger a Delia who stayed stone faced then turned to the officer "Look I don't know what she's on about, c'os I was here all night." the mismatched eyed girl said llike she just described what color shirt she was wearing.
"And do you have anyone who can confirm that?" The cop said trying to restrain Yvette, as Red's voice cut in. "Yeah...Me and half her neighbors, pretty sure I had her screaming my name loud enough for the whole block to hear.~" He purred leaning against Delia's bedroom door frame in his cargo, eyeing the ginger like a piece of meat. "Nice stamina on this one, kept me going till 4 am." he bragged the cop looked at the short nerdy looking girl in front of him was almost impressed then snapped out of it.
"Where were you before then."
"A bar, I think we got kicked out at about twelve?"
"Kicked out for what exactly?"
"Well, I did say until 4 am didn't I?"
Cop the coughed awkwardly "Right, sorry for the trouble. We'll just be... ma'am?" Both Jason and Delia both looked a the wicked witched of the west wing who was making goo-goo eyes at Jason who frowned obviously not liking the way she way looking at him, The raven haired grunted and went back to Delia's room as the cop finally snapped the blonde out of it "ma-huh...who was that?" Y/n not wanting Red being one Yvette's victims said the words that would screw her. "My fiancee." she heard Red trip in her room he was listening...
The blond woman sneered in disgust "what a waste of a good man..." She humphed and walked down the hall leaving the cop and Delia alone "FYI she made pay cuts last week pissed off a lot people..try one of them." the short girl informed the officer who was still gawking at her "I'll be sure to do that...say if it doesn't work out betwee-" the ginger slammed the door in his face.
She then when to check on Red who had his head in his hands "Fiancee, seriously?" he asked looking up at her, Delia shrugged "If you want to get jumped and diddled by the reason old people put plastic on their furniture, be my guest." The raven haired man snorted then sighed when his stomach growled "Wanna get brunch?"the two were silent for a few seconds the mismatched eyed girl muttered "Hell, yes." they went to a crappy diner down the block laughing about what just happened. "By the way..."
Delia coughed trying not make this awkward "Last night was the first time I had sex." Red spat his coffee out at a waitress who glared at him, he muttered a quick apology then gawked at Y/n for a solid minute..."Fuck!.. Shit, why didn't you say anything," He wiped off the counter with some napkins the waitress slammed in front of him. "I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked freaking out the short girl shook her head.
"No, I'm fine Red just sore." the green eyed man looked at her guiltily then sighed "Jason." Delia looked up at him curiously as he left some money on the counter. "My name is Jason." and with that he left the diner, when Y/n got back to her apartment Red-hood's gear was gone. Delia frowned suddenly for the first time in six years her apartment seemed dull and empty... .