Jason Todd x OC

Word Count: 1,644

Summary: A fateful night in Gotham City sends a young girl spiraling as she discovers a part of herself that could spell disaster for those around her.

A/N: This one was fun to explore, I really enjoy the POV switching throughout the chapters, but let me know if it gets too confusing!

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BANG. BANG.

Jason tensed as the gun went off, each shot cracking through the air like thunder as he locked eyes with the psycho who slowly placed a trembling hand over the hole in his neck, blood gushing out from between his fingers. His lips quivered and it looked like he was trying to say something as he staggered to his feet towering over Jason, pulling the serrated dagger out from the male's shoulder as he did so. The man staggered giving Jason an opportunity to roll out of the way before he collapsed to the ground, blood pooling from under him.

Remembering he was not alone, Jason turned his gaze towards the girl, her partially bound hands were shaking as she dropped the gun to the floor. Her eyes were wide with terror as she stared blankly at her captor, dead on the floor by her hands. The two sat in silence for a moment before the girl's eyes began to roll back into her head, her body collapsing from exhaustion. On instinct, Jason leapt forward extending his wounded arm, his outstretched hand just barely reaching her head before it crashed to the wood flooring. Gritting his teeth through the pain, he lifted her body into his lap, cradling her head between his upper arm and chest and resting his hand on her waist.

"Don't close your eyes on me, you can't die yet, not here."

He waited, watching and listening for any sign that she was still alive, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw the slight rise and fall of her chest. Using his free hand, he untangled the rope that remained loosely wrapped around her wrists, biting down on one end before trying to tie the rope around her bleeding thigh, an attempt to stop the gash from bleeding any more than it had. Her skin had paled considerably since he had first laid eyes on her and it was clear she wouldn't make it if she didn't get to a hospital soon. He laid her down propping her legs up on a pile of bricks before searching his pockets for his phone, fumbling to get it open then confused as to why it didn't light up at first. Then the thought hit him, he had shut it off before he left the manor in a secondary attempt to spite Bruce.

"Shit."

Turning on the phone felt like an eternity, as it seemed to move as slowly as possible, as if to taunt him. He opened the 'contacts' app and began to scroll down through the small list of numbers he had. Before he had a chance to click on Dicks contact the screen blanked, showing an incoming call. Bruce. Reluctantly, he answered the call, his gaze settling on the girl as she let out a soft groan, her fingers twitched like she was feeling for something, searching the empty air.

"Jason? Where the hell are you? We've been trying to reach you for the past hour. You just disappear out your window, not caring to say anything to even your brothers? I'm disappointed in you Jason. I thought you knew better. When you get back here we are going to have a talk about this.""

He could hear Bruce on the other end of the call, his tone angry and harsh, yet Jason couldn't seem to focus on the words themselves, instead his attention was directed to the girl as he walked over to her, kneeling down and placing his free hand in hers. He stared at her pale face, his chest tightening at her pained expression, this was a mess and he couldn't think of a better option within the precious moments he had.

"She's dying… Bruce she's not gonna make it…"

He spoke softly, his hand trembling as his injured arm strained to keep its position. The wound in his shoulder burned and throbbed and most likely needed medical attention but that was the farthest from his brain at the moment. If he were being honest, he felt lost, unsure of what to do, what move to make next. In moments like this he knew Bruce would put everything else aside, no matter how many disagreements the two had. The phone went silent for a few moments, almost making Jason question whether the older man had hung up on him, panic bubbling in his stomach. However before he could check the screen for an answer, Bruce responded, the tone behind it losing all harshness, becoming more concerned. He could hear orders being barked in the background with a sense of urgency, then the slamming of a door, followed by the sound of a car engine starting.

"On my way. Stay there and don't hang up. Alfred call Gotham General and tell them Bruce Wayne will be there in five minutes with an emergency patient. Dick, you're in charge while I'm gone. Keep an eye on Damien."

Relief washed over Jason knowing that the girl had a small chance to live, especially with how Bruce drove when the situation was dire enough. She just had to hold on long enough to reach the hospital. He set the phone down, attempting to sit on the floor using what little strength that was left in his arm. The weight he put on it made him nauseous, but it wasn't like he couldn't handle it. He took on Two-Face and Black Mask every other night in a regular week, got shot at and beaten to a pulp without fail, and still picked himself up every morning after, so why would this be any different right?

The sound of squealing tires broke the intense silence, Bruce's tendency to speed then slam the brakes coming in handy once again. It wasn't even a minute later before Bruce grappled up into the room, running a quick scan of the room before his gaze landed on the dead man, then Jason, who was still holding the hand of the kidnapped girl. He didn't ask any questions, didn't make any side comments, just silently walked over and gently scooped her up off the floor, disappearing back to the car. Taking his time getting up so as to not do anymore damage, Jason grabbed his phone before looking up to see Bruce walking back over towards him. The man placed an arm around Jason's waist and walked with him to the edge of the building, using the grapple to lower them down to the ground, the car sitting idle in the alley way.

"What happened?"

Jason glanced over at Bruce as they got into the black sports car, still caught up in his own thoughts, the sudden question throwing him off for a moment. He had been hoping that the ride to Gotham General would have been a silent one, he had already sat through enough warnings and scolding from the older male for one night. The far off look left his eyes as Bruce spoke again, anchoring him from his head.

"Jason I need to know what happened so I can figure out what to tell the hospital staff."

Jason took a breath before explaining what he had heard and seen, the psychotic knife wielding maniac, the kidnapped girl strung up in a wedding gown, the fight and the gunshots. The only part he left out was getting a knife to the shoulder. As stupid as it was to have hidden it from the male, Jason didnt need someone baby sitting him. He could handle it and would take care of it himself once they had gone back to the manor. The only person he'd have to explain himself to would be Alfred, and with all that had happened for the night, he could live with that.

It wasn't long before the emergency entrance to Gotham General came into view, after all, when Bruce was behind the wheel he drove like a bat out of hell. Fitting for someone with a vigilante name like Batman. Doctors, nurses and other staff were already prepared and waiting for them, a stretcher and IV kit at the ready. The next few minutes were a blur as Bruce put the car in park. They got out to help get the girl out of the backseat, a staff member asked both him and Bruce the routine questions of her name, what happened, who the hospital could contact should things get better or worse. Bruce handled it like he'd done it a million times over, which he had, but usually it was a criminal and he was Batman not Bruce.

Jason turned around and headed back towards the car, feeling lightheaded and anxious, all the white lights gave him a sick feeling, his skin prickling at the memories he fought to keep buried. His steps faltered and his vision blurred as he reached out for something, anything to steady himself. What he got however was Bruce, a concerned look plastered to his features as he caught the younger man mid fall. Jason noticed the way Bruce's blue eyes widened for a second as he felt the blood that had soaked through the shoulder of the sweatshirt and was starting to seep through the cut leather of the jacket.

He had been found out and would most likely get another lecture for hiding his injury from the man. As he gazed at the older male, he found himself struggling to keep up with what was being said, the words were quiet and sounded like they were coming from across the parking lot. His eyelids drooped, the harsh white lights dimming slowly, and his body felt heavy, like a stone sinking in a lake, the rain didn't help with that feeling either. The last thing he processed was the warm hand on his face and a single word echoing from far off.

"Jason!"