YO.
Finally.
My very own Brujay fic +_+. I have been waiting for this day.
I'm obsessed with these two, mainly because I'm super obsessed with Jason/Redhood; and together with Bruce—that's even better.
Couple: Bruce Wayne X Jason Todd.
Summary:
Jason, 17, lives with his brothers Dick and Tim, barely making ends meet. Jason lies about his jobs from Dick and one day comes across the batmobile tires, deciding to steal and sell them. However, batman catches him in the act and abruptly offers him to join him. Jason laughs in his face, but eventually gives in when he realizes his circumstances weren't changing and the frustration was only building up. As they spend time together, Bruce comes to realize how much Jason has taught him about enjoying time and how accustomed to the teen he became. But What'll happen when Dick and the others find out? Or when he almost loses Jason because of the joker? Or when Damian and Jason's father come into the picture?
Stay tuned
Notes: Firstly, Jason is the first robin, Dick and Tim are his brothers, and live a normal life. No one has been a robin before. Secondly, this will somewhat follow the canon sequence of events but just as a backbone. Lastly, Jason is slightly older here so his age will be different from the canon events (like when he becomes robin, gets caught by joker, etc, etc.)
Ages:
Jason: 17
Bruce: 35
Dick: 24
Tim: 15
Warnings: This is a yaoi, (male x male) so if you don't like, turn away.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or show/comics, only this fanfic.
With that said, let's begin~
Chapter 1:
"Looks worth it. I could easily make a week's worth with this." Jason grazed the most heavy duty tires he had ever laid eyes on. They belonged to a slick black car, one that almost looked like the batmobile. Oh wait. It was indeed the batmobile.
'Did he want to steal from the batman himself? Meh, it's his fault for parking it here in the first place. You gotta learn on your own on these streets.' Jason shrugged. Guilt was something he couldn't afford if he wanted to survive.
Jason was in his last year of high school, seventeen years old and living with his two brothers, Richard (or known as Dick) and Timothy. In truth they weren't related by blood and used to live in an orphanage together. However, once Dick turned eighteen and was legal, he moved from that neglected place and took Tim and Jason with him. Albeit, Gotham was no easy place to live in, especially for the weak and poor. Dick was barely making ends meet with his average editing company job and had two extra mouths to feed now. Jason was more than willing to start working and doing random jobs, but it was Dick's absolute objective for Jason to finish school and study. Some crap about education providing a better paying job and that it would be worth it in the future. Plus, Dick knew work for a teenager in Gotham would be more bitching and less money anyways. Meanwhile Tim, being younger than him by two years wasn't too adept for physical jobs, and preferred to find something online.
Nonetheless, he couldn't settle for that. Jason lied about his age and found himself work at a local bar, doing work such as stocking, taking out the trash, cleaning etc. It goes without saying that he hid the job from Dick.
Anyhow, he was planning to sell the tires before the night was over and make instant cash off of them. He would have gotten away with it too if Batman himself hadn't show up. A tall figure loomed over him in the darkness, with enough ominous dark aura that could horrify anyone away. Jason gulped and looked up at the narrow eye slits that were glaring down at him.
"What do you think you're doing?" A gruff monotone, yet authoritative voice spoke out.
"What does it look like…?" The teen hmph'ed, ignoring the vibe. Batman continued to stare him down, not in the mood for jokes. "Che," There's no way he could outrun Batman. The universe just wasn't in his favor tonight. "Fine, you can have them back—they're too heavy to carry anyway."
"What were you planning to do with them?"
"Sell them, what else. They look like they're worth a lot."
Batman raised a brow, thinking this kid had quite the courage.
"Where are your parents?"
"Don't have any—would I be doin' this if I did?" Jason rolled his eyes and decided to walk away but was stopped dead in his tracks by a stiff hand on his shoulder. "What?" He wanted to be out of there already without wasting anymore time.
"Come with me." Was all batman said and before he knew it, he was dragged away. The next thing he knew he was accepting a burger from batman, himself. The teen took it silently, he wasn't going to say no to free food, and found himself siting on top of the batmobile, eating away like it was his first meal. Batman also had a small burger and stood parallel to him. "How would you like to join me?"
The ravenette nearly choked on his food. "Huh? What the heck? Yeah sure, some teenage kid as a vigilante."
"I can teach you."
"God, you're even more nuts in real life." The teen let slip out. 'What was Batman thinking? He was definitely pulling his leg—he doesn't even know him—why would he ask him to be his sidekick or something? I don't get it. Either way, he couldn't just trust the other out of no where. Vigilante or not, what if the other just wanted to sell his organs or something.' The teen began to look at the elder skeptically.
Jason regretted accepting the meal, immediately hopping off the batmobile front and walking away. To his surprise, Batman didn't follow or capture him. Then again, he didn't steal anything, so he should be fine. As long as Dick and Tim never get word of this.
One of the boys at his workplace was out a particular day and so Jason's Boss called him over to cover.
"You're covering the front today." The boss told.
"What? But you told me I'd be working—" Jason normally always worked behind the scenes so this was mildly nerve-wrecking.
"It's not behind the counter or bartender, just be the waiter for the tables, take the drinks, all that stuff—come on, you got brains to know that much right."
"Yeah, okay." Jason moved on. As the night began, he started taking orders and transferring drinks. At one point, the bartender told him to take a tray of expensive drinks towards the back couch. The ravenette gingerly lifted the tray with a hand and waltz down the bar. 'Careful…don't fxckin spill now…' Jason was so focused on the tray he didn't realize or care who was seated around the couch. He meticulously lifted one glass at a time and placed it on the table. He needed this night to be over with anyway so he could get paid and do his dumb homework later. Graduating high school was next on his list. Dick really wanted him to attend college also but he would clash heads with Dick over that later.
"Thank you." A deep smooth voice with an edge of roughness broke his trance.
'Did someone just thank him?' Jason looked at the man and his eyes went wide without his control. 'Wait was this…It was…what was his name again—Wayne. Bruce Wayne. Well, he'd be damned. He looked even more elegant in real life than behind the screens.'
Jason didn't give a fxck about other people, but looking at the elder upclose he could see what class meant, in Bruce's presence. He couldn't believe he was staring at the real thing. The person with so much money that could easily solve all his problems in an instant. Life must be so good for them. 'Ah, he really hated people like that because they were a sorry reminder to everything he didn't have.'
"You look quite young to be working here."
Jason blinked. The ravenette didn't even realize he was staring the entire time. 'What was wrong with him?' He closed his eyes very briefly. This fxckin life was draining his brain cells at a ridiculous pace. "Er, your drink. Enjoy." He quickly rambled and left, Bruce studying him as he left, recognizing him right away. His eyes appeared less fierce today but he recognized that dauntless demeanor automatically.
'He seemed spaced out…Forced to work? He did say he didn't have any parents…' Bruce thought to himself with a drink.
Jason was doing his homework. Or at least he was supposed to be, because all he was executing at the moment was taping his pencil repeatedly on the paper in front of him. His thoughts were somewhere else, repeating Batman's words in his head. 'Join the Bat. Be a sidekick…? It obviously sounded like a bad far-fetched joke…' He thought. However, the more he sat down and pondered about it, the less absurd the idea sounded. 'Bats single handedly took out so many criminals, even if I don't give a rat's ass about being a justice warrior, it'd be epic to learn that skill.' He would be unstoppable, no one would mess with him or his family if he knew how to fight like that. Just imagining that sense of power and authority was making his heart race. It was exciting. Or about time, the universe helped him out.
He didn't know what the Bats saw in him but felt like a fool suddenly to reject the offer. 'And hey, who knows, it'll be fun to beat up some people as a way to vent.' He resolved, lips tugging upward. 'Especially if they deserve it. But I can't do it for free. I have all this other shit like school and work that ain't gonna go away on it's own. My time is valuable.'
He hardly had time to chill these days.
Jason was working at the front of the bar again and he was beginning to wonder if that other kid got fired. Either way, he was stacking bottles absent-mindedly on the shelves, letting out a yawn here and there. He had this dumb quiz to study for last night and his homework ended up taking longer than usual with all the vigilante stuff rolling in his head.
"Yo, Jason! Table 2!" The bartender called out and he straightened himself up, walking towards him. The ravenette grabbed hold of the circular tray with two thin long wine glasses and began walking. Again, as usual, he paid close attention to the tray to make sure he wasn't accidentally spilling all over the place. However, luck wasn't on his side today.
Right when he was five feet away from the destined table, some drunk idiot decided to abruptly stand up from his chair, knocking Jason's shoulder along the way. The teen balanced himself but it was too late and one of the champagne glass had already emptied onto the customer's shirt and sneakers.
'Shit. I'm dead.' Jason closed his eyes ever so briefly at the blunder.
"Fxck! You ruined my sneakers!" The angry customer barked.
'I might as well just close my eyes and walk out and start looking for a new job.' The teen ignored. 'Or I would have to pay for the drinks and dry cleaning—yeah just fire me.'
"You even listening!" the man grabbed Jason by his uniform collar. The ravenette looked back at him and glared straight into his eyes, not wavering at all. "Where's your manager? They don't teach you how ta hold a fxckin tray?
"Look man—"
"How old are you anyways? Why is there a kid working here?" The man exclaimed, already being the center of attention in the bar.
"Don't go there." Jason murmured.
"Pardon?"
"My bad, it was an accident." Jason gritted under his teeth.
The manager finally came around. "What's going on?"
"Your waiter spilled red wine all over my white sneakers and I just bought these. He even got some on my shirt!"
"That...we apologize for the inconvenience. I'll be sure talk to him." His manger spoke unbothered.
"Wasn't this bar supposed to be known for good service?" One of the man's friends chimed in. The manager looked fed up and just wanted to get back to work.
"Like I said, we're extremely—"
"It was an accident." A new voice cut them all off and redirected their attention. They turned to find Bruce Wayne, nicely dressed in his three piece suit and expensive watches as usual. "Cut him some slack."
'Just great, Bruce Wayne. What was he doing here again?' Jason's eyebrows furrowed briefly as he stared at the taller man. Something about looking stupid in front of big people like him hurt his ego more, making him look even stupider.
"Mind your own business." The angry customer declared. Bruce didn't bother arguing with the man and simply reached into his wallet, slamming a note on the table.
"This should compensate for everything. Now have a seat or leave." He subtly glared.
The man eyed the bill and while muttering complaints took it and stuffed it in his pocket, ultimately leaving. "This place sucks anyways." He vented on his way out.
Once that was taken care of the manager glanced at Bruce, who read his expression and held out a hand before the other could utter a word. "It's fine." With that, the elder passed Jason one fleeting unreadable glance before heading back to his table.
"You, come with me." The manager directed at Jason, and he already knew where this was headed.
After that night's shift ended, Jason walked out the back door into the alley in his casual clothes and that week's pay in his pocket. His school bag was strapped across his shoulder as he leaned against the brick wall.
"Fxck my life." He exhaled as his eyes were pointed straight at the abysmal night sky, the moon somewhere in the periphery.
"You don't have to." A voice startled the crap out of him. Spinning his head around he found the billionaire standing at the edge of the small alley towards the street.
"Why are you here?" The teen exuded, annoyed and slightly more on edge than usual.
However, Bruce was as calm as a summer breeze. "Waiting for my ride." He answered. "Is everything alright?" The question came out after a brief pause.
"Heh. Like hell it is. What the heck would you know? And why would you even care?" Jason was just venting to the wrong person at this point—even he knew that. He knew no one was to blame for his circumstances but he couldn't help but give in to the agitation each time.
To his surprise, the billionaire was quiet, making the atmosphere awkward and mandatory for Jason to keep talking. Or he could just leave. He didn't really want pity right now anyways. Hence, Jason turned away and began walking, hands in pockets, shoulders slumped forward.
Bruce continued to watch. He desperately wanted to say something but had no idea what or where to even begin. The person in front of him was no child—it probably would have been easier speaking and comforting a child because they would break down or ask for help. And just from the five minutes he's come to known Jason, he was positive Jason wasn't asking or accepting anyone's help that soon.
The next two to three days went by and Jason had no luck job hunting.
'Fxck! No one wants to hire a freakin' high schooler! Not everyone's a slacker, godammit!' He obviously lied about his age but then they asked for an ID card on multiple occasions.
The ravenette was walking home, face in a permanent scowl as he passed a bunch of guys smoking. As he passed by, one of them flicked their cigarette at the wrong time where an ash came flying and landed on the teen's hand, burning that pinpoint spot on his skin.
"Fxck! Can't you watch where you're flinging that thing?!" Jason barked, interrupting the other guys' meaningless conversation.
"Huh? You said something pipsqueak?" The taller teen with the cigarette mocked, before the other two laughed.
'That's it. That was the final straw.' Jason snapped and lunged straight at the main guy, smacking him square across the face. He caused quite an uproar as the other two fellows also joined in. The ravenette could care less, he was welcoming a fight at this rate. He could totally go for banging someone's head against the wall right now.
He couldn't tell how much time had passed, but he just knew it had been a good while since he blew off steam like that. The guys were no longer there, and he was the only one laying on the ground bleeding, staring up at the cloudy darkening sky. Even though it hurt like a bitch, he oddly felt lighter and less stressed than before. He also felt good knowing at least he gave as good as he got.
Moments passed, until a curtain of black flew over him and something landed with a soft thud somewhere beside him. But he was too tired to give a damn. He just wanted to close his eyes and relax.
"Hmph. Been a while." The teen hummed, recognizing the other even with his eyes closed.
To Be Continued…
I bet you guys who that is lol. Ah man, I'm so excited for these two~~ thanks for reading and please let me know what you think!
Also Bruce and Jason artwork can be found on my deviantart: Zerocooldemon.