Day Job
Disclaimer/ I do not own Batman, I just had idea and wanted to write this down.
"Oh no you wont! Not today!" Jason growled.
Panting, his heart beating against his chest with exhilaration begging to be let out. He never got over the thrill of being not being caught, adrenalin singing through his veins. He was ready for anything and determined to win, the little son of a bitch wasn't going to get away this time.
Dodging a laser before his foe could pull the trigger he pulled out his own gun, and shot. Ducking behind a large wall, he plastered himself against it. His eyes darted towards a clear spot he knew if he made it there he would be safe from all danger. He counted to three "Yolo right," he breathed. Dropping towards the safe spot rolling in a summersault. The shooter missed him. He peeked and shot at his attacker. The red laser aimed at his chest, he met the terrified eyes of the twelve year old.
"You're dead." He grinned.
"You cheated!" The boy said indignant, brushing a sweaty mop of chestnut hair out of his face. "Whatever it takes to get the job done." Jason shrugged. The young boy crossed his arms smugly, "I'll let you have this one, since you lost all the others." Jason gave him a dark look, "I let you win." The kid rolled his eyes, "I'm starved lets get pizza." Jason followed after the kid, trying to remember where exactly he had found him and if he was going to give him back.
"Man! That was the most fun I've had in forever." The kid said, mouthful, looking around his large hazel eyes wide. "What are you doing kid?" He took another bite of his pizza, "Looking for my mom." Jason nodded, glancing at his book, "You got ten more minuets." Nodding the little boy went back to eating like a ravenous dog.
"What-" he chewed, "Is a cool dude like you working at a chick place?" Jason glared, and the kid grinned, a smudge of tomato sauce smeared on his cheek. Jason handed him a napkin, "wipe your face." Nodding the little boy proceeded to smear the sauce all over his face. Jason looked away sighing. Grabbing another paper towel he wet it with the kids water and began to clean his face properly. "You never answered my question." He said.
Jason adverted his eyes, noticing a strawberry blonde woman and no doubt with a frazzled look in her pale green eyes. "Your mom's here." Nodding he hopped off the table. "Thank you!" The woman said. Jason gave her a tight smile, "no problem." Fussing with her child she didn't notice the tense look on his face. Walking away the little boy turned and pointed at Jason "Rematch!" Jason shot him a grin, "You bet!" Flipping his book shut, he rubbed at the migraine he was getting.
A little girl ran up to him pulling at his black slacks, kneeling to be eye level with her she frowned arms out stretched. He hugged her, "Tomas pulled my hair." She said sadly, "He messed it up." Stepping back she pointed at her crooked bow and braid, the little rubber band was missing and the hair was unraveling.
"Boys are stupid."
He faked a hurt look, clutching at his chest. "I'm a boy." The little girl got a pondering look on her face, "only some boys are stupid then." She decided. Jason nodded, "Hungry?" She gave the pizza a distasteful look, "I don't like pepperoni's." She crossed her arms and pouted. Jason lifted her easily and sat her on a stool.
"Well then take them off."
Two weeks Later
"So, what do you do for a living besides you know professional babysitter."
A thin, balding man with a very obvious comb over plopped himself on the counter, he was breathing heavily and smelled like the odd mix of cleaning chemicals and nachos. Jason gave him an annoyed look, and the man got off the counter only feeling slightly offended when he proceeded to disinfect and wipe the counter down with Clorox wipes. "Kids eat here, and I'm a professional stripper." The man looked him up and down, raising an eyebrow. He was dressed in a yellow shirt, baggy red overalls, space boots and a baby blue ascot. The outfit was ridiculous, but the manager had approached Jason one day and told him it was required. The woman rambled off something about the bright colors being less intimidating for the children, and how it eased the minds of their parents. Apparently they weren't very fond of biker boots, and leather jackets. But Jason had the feeling that the staff just wanted to laugh at him. "Dressed like that?"
Jason smirked leaning with his elbows on the counter, "why not? It gets your wife all hot and bothered…" He looked off into the far distance, looking back he said in a sinful voice "she thinks its sexy." He jerked his head towards a boring looking closet door labeled employees only, "Sometimes, well we get a little frisky." He winked. The man turned a bright red, and he looked at the door in horror.
Jason shoved himself away from the counter, and turned towards the play area for the big kids, full of squawking children and flailing limbs. "Food!" They came tromping towards him like an angry mob wailing "Me first! Me! Meeee!" Crowding around him, yanking at his bright red overalls, ravenous. One kid was even hanging onto him, hugging on with all four limbs, foaming at the mouth, shrieking like a banshee "ahhh."
"What about the little ones?" The janitor said looking back at the younger ones playing peacefully, cheesy cheetoes scattered everywhere. He looked back at the young daycare worker, he was passing around plates. He looked up, shuffling forward through a sea of hungry children, handing plates out blindly. Janitor max was impressed that he never lost track and gave double, even to the kids who took a hold of two plates. Jason looked back towards the counter, he had a very serious look and looked way too focused for some one who was grabbing and handing out juice boxes.
The Janitor never could have imagined somebody like, he glanced at his name tag since he was still relatively new. He could never picture somebody like Jason working at such a place, taking care of children. He was tall, and muscular. Devilishly handsome, and at one time he could have sworn he went to work with a black eye. "Pirate peet!" A little girl said with a pout, hands on hips. A gang of kids stood behind her with their arms crossed.
Jason grinned, reaching into his hair, sticking out oddly in every direction with a little boof at the front, he pulled down a eye patch, and for some reason that made him feel much better. He no longer had to wonder why he went to work wearing a headband. "Ok but I'll need you guys to sit down." The kids cheered and ran back, sitting at the floor, while others dropped a little banner that said Pirate Peet. "Looks like somebody cant spell," He laughed. Jason detached the little boy, and let him run off to sit with the rest of the kids. They left the big carpet with the states on it as his stage. "That was my fault." Jason said strutting towards the children, him following closely behinde him. "I was too busy rescuing cute kitty cats from trees." He smirked a secret smile, the eye patch making it appear more sinister.
He jumped onto the carpet throwing his arms out like if he were going to hug a bear. "Arrrgh! I'm Pirate Pete!" The kids cheered. "The other day I was on my ship…" He sighed making his way back to his broom. He had cheetos to sweep.
Well that's chapter one, this idea came out of nowhere and I have a bit of chapter two written down…I don't know if I'm going to be ver consistant with this story or where its actually going buuut..
Review if you liked it and would like me to hurry up and finish chapter two.