So here is a long-anticipated new installment of So You've Met Your Match, starring our misfits Lillie and Jason. x) I must forewarn you guys: This isn't the best. And there is NO sex in this installment. Just lots of tension...


The night was still and cool in Gotham City and even though Jason wore a leather jacket he would still feel the chill of winter's approach. He tightened the jacket's sash around his narrow waist and pulled the collar up to shield his face. The streets were barren besides his presence, and maybe even possibly because of his presence. At night, this city - these streets - were his. He would roam freely - free of dumb broads, envious men, and, most importantly, his past.

In the distance sirens could be heard. Closer by someone's dog howled. But there was a specific sound that caught Jason's attention. It was the familiar sound of pain. Jason quickened his pace and turned the corner into an alleyway. Beyond him a boy held his own against a group of others with his back against the wall. At first it appeared to be just a disagreement - a shovefest, at best - but things took a turn when a boy from the opposing side threw the first punch. Disoriented, the lone boy was pulled by his collar and thrown to the ground. From then on he could do nothing against his attackers but try to protect himself as best he could.

Jason stood unnoticed, watching the beating take place. He waited with some small hope for a comeback for the little guy. None, however, seemed to be on the horizon. He watched as the boy's defense began to fade. He could see his muscles begin to lax and fail from exhaustion. The boys seemed to clear way for some reason and Jason's eyes widened when he realized why. One of the bigger guys had broken away and now approached with a blade, held high and glinting in the moonlight.

Jason sprang into action, darting to the boy's aid. He stooped to grab a crowbar lying about on the ground. He advanced and raised his weapon high, a growl in his throat. Hearing him approach, the group scurried like mice and readied themselves for defense. Prepared to do some damage, Jason swung the crowbar he wielded but something snatched it from his hand. A lush of orange passed his vision momentarily. There was a whistling through the air, followed by a pained grunt and a thud. A leather-clad leg rose through the air, deflecting the blade one of the boys held. "Watch what the hell you're doing!" a voice scolded. Not just any voice, but her voice.

"Look alive, doll! And you, kid, don't just lie there. Get up and run! We got this!" Lillie instructed. The boy staggered to his feet then darted off to safety. Jason found alongside Lillie, admiring her tenacity, power, and curves in her leather jumpsuit. The two appeared to have the upperhand, for the boys quickly dispersed. Frustrated, Lillie threw a loose brick at the retreating cowards. "Pussies." she muttered as she collected herself, smoothing her hair back in place. Jason watched her intently. "What?" she snapped.

"Hello again," Jason said coolly.

She grimaced. "Hi, now goodbye."

With that she took off, scaling the sides of buildings to the rooftops. Jason trailed close behind, not letting her slip away this time.

"Why'd you leave so abruptly last time?" Jason called after her, pausing to catch his breath. Lillie stopped as well, leaning her head against a brick wall. "It wasn't my place," she breathed heavily. Jason looked at her incredulously. "Well, where is your place?"

No answer.

Still, Jason waited.

Realizing no answer would come, he took another approach, not wanting his time with her to end quite yet. "Bar? We could hit up the bar. My treat," Jason offered. Lillie turned on her heels and stared at him. Her tense body loosened but her guard remained high.

"Yeah, sure. A drink would be nice."


Jason raised his drink to his lips, his blurring eyes transfixed on Lil. He sipped slowly, watching her slide her glass on the countertop between her hands. She chuckled to herself, then took a sip of her own beverage. "What's so funny?" Jason asked. She rolled her eyes to the ceiling. "What I wouldn't give to just black out and forget the world for a few hours," she sighed. Jason smirked. "I got a place you can black out," he winked. Unamused, Lillie lowered her head.

"What the hell is your deal tonight?" Jason snapped.

"My deal? Doll, you wouldn't be able to keep up."

"Try me."

Lillie downed the rest of her drink and turned to him. "How do I know I can trust you?" she asked. Eyes on hers, he answered, "Can you ever be sure about such a thing?"

Okay, point made.

She sighed, then began:

"Today, today marks the anniversary of my escape seven years ago. I had been held hostage for eight years, taken from my home at age seven, not that I had a home anymore. I remember that night; I was asleep in bed when a bright light swept over me. It woke me up. I was just about to call for my mother when I saw the door crack open and her crouched there, motioning to me. She told me to stay down and keep quiet so I crawled over to her. When I reached her she kissed my forehead and ran with me down the hall. We went to this room that, quite honestly, I didn't even knew existed. Dad was waiting there – with guns. He tossed one to mom and told her to hurry. My mother turned and kissed my forehead one last lime and told me she loved me. My father just looked at me. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to; His eyes said it all. From then, I just knew I wouldn't see them alive again.

"And I was right. I could here the gunfire and the yelling, but I was raised to be tough so no tears. No fear. I must've waited for hours before someone found me. A man, covered in blood, came and got me. He carried me out, past the corpses of strangers. Then I saw them. Strung up high in the tree in our yard. The rope was the rope used for my tire swing. They were dead but I could have sworn I saw my mother peering at me. The man took me to a limo and there he placed me inside. There was another man there, who smiled and offered me all the treats I could ever want. That's where it started. Monsieur Guido. He took me in. Ordered the death of my parents but, of course, I didn't know that then. Over those years he took such good care of me. Treated me like his own – like a princess. But then the day came that I learned the truth.

"I'd found the papers ordering the deed. The bastard had signed for it. I decided to confront him about it. He was at the dinner table, feasting. I watched him from afar. It was going to be his last meal, after all. I asked him simply for the truth – Just the God-damned truth! – but the bastard thought he could toy with my mind. Not anymore, though. He'd made the mistake of training me so I used it to my advantage. One shot and he was dead. Right between the eyes. His men came for me but I managed to escape. I've been on my own ever since."

Jason looked at her, then smirked.

"So that's what's gotten your panties in a wad," he scoffed.

Lillie felt her face and ears warm, her blood beginning to boil. "Excuse me?"

Jason shrugged. "Just saying, try dying. In fact, don't try dying. I hav and you don't see me using it as a sob story."

"My parents were killed. I saw their corpses. The man who killed them took me in. Do you know what that kind of shit does to you?" Lillie seethed.

Another shrug from Jason.

"Hey, my parents are dead too. Big deal."

Lillie had had just about enough. "Your mother was nothing but a drug-addicted whore who had a little bit too much and your father worked for a villain and got what he deserved. They are nothing alike! My parents actually loved me, so yeah, it is a big deal."

Jason's face turned into stone. He slammed his glass on the counter and spoke through clenched teeth, leaning towards her menacingly, "Take that back."

"Oh, Batty's dead boywonder can't handle the truth?" Lillie taunted.

She rose and stormed from the bar, Jason hot on her heels. He reached out and grabbed her by the upperarm, whirling her around with great force. But she had a surprise for him, as did he for her. Guns drawn and tempers blazing, they stared each other down, poised to completely annihilate the other. "I hate you, Jason Todd. I hate everything about you, you ostentatious prick," Lillie seethed.

Jason lowered his gun, eyes once again on hers.

"You know nothing about me."

She dropped her head and her gun to her side.

"I know enough, Todd, I know enough."


Sooo, this is not my favorite chapter but i needed to segue into what's to come.

This... whatever this is... is subject to change. Just some tweaking and editing here and there. Nothing major. Not gonna totally flip the script on you guys ^-^. As I said previously, there's more to come... And a lot of it! (- could be taken multiple ways)

That being said, SYMYM will be becoming a mini-series type thing! Yay! :D

You guys owe my friend, BleedingMarionette, a huge thank you and as do I for letting me have total creative control over Lillie, which she created!

Thanks, Red, for your awesome character and letting have artistic sovereignty over her and I enjoy doing these stories for you! 3

This was a Christmas gift for her and a late Christmas/New Years gift for you guys! I hope you enjoyed!

If not, keep your mouth shut... Jk, but give out creative criticism or something. Or just, you know, shut up and be grateful I did this for you guys.

Review and stay tuned! I have already started the next installment so it should be here soon!

Happy Late Whatever-Holiday-You-Celebrated guys! :D 3