Chapter 3. Jason: Unexpected Guests
Jason
It was 2:30 am when I finally arrived home after another long night playing vigilante. All I wanted was sleep. I finally reached my safe house (house? Apartment?). I dropped off my things, getting ready for bed when I heard the window open.
I grabbed one of my numerous guns, made sure it was loaded, and went to check who was stupid enough to mess with me tonight. They had come in through my bedroom, I was in the kitchen only with my shorts still on. I got closer to the door; I heard scuffling and a man's moan. I opened the door to a "Tt, Todd put your gun down before you hurt yourself." The insufferable demon spawn, holding a young man about his age, and a girl next to him.
"Wh- who? Demon Spawn what are you doing here?!" I yelled ignoring the other two. I turned the safety on and started to wave my gun around, the girl tensed.
"I want to question these two but I wouldn't get answers till we fix Re- Daniel.." Damian stopped himself and looked at the girl. She was about 4'5, face covered by a hood, her tannish skin was covered in scars, dark knotted hair almost touched the floor, she seemed a little familiar. Especially in a defensive stance.
"Why here?" I asked bluntly.
"Tt, you're the closest thing around and I'm not taking them to the cave." I saw the young man in Damian's arms, with the exception of the white hair he looked exactly like Damian. I had heard the story of Respawn, I figured this was him.
I pointed at the two unknowns," Who are you?"
The girl hesitated," This is Daniel, I am … Abby." Why did that name sound familiar? A distant memory was nagging at me, but I couldn't –
"He needs help Todd." I went over to see Daniel. He was in bad shape but patched up by someone with decent medical skill, still. I lifted him up and set him on my bed, Abby stiffened when I carried him over, obviously she cares for him. Romantic or something else?
"Look if you want him to be treated, you need to leave." I pointed at Abby.
"No." She crossed her arms and widened her stance. Does she think I'm going to drag her out of the room?
I tried to reason with her. "There is going to be a lot of blood and –"
"I sewed him up. I am not afraid of blood; I am not leaving."
"Tt, Todd. He will most likely die if we do not act now." Demon Spawn spoke, pointing out the obvious.
"Fine." I gritted through my teeth. If she didn't want to see his guts, then that her fault for not leaving. "Just be ready if I call for you to help."
She nodded, retreating into the corner.
A hour later after fixing Daniel.
We finally go to the kitchen, exhausted but still on edge. At my small dining table, I sat across from Abby and Damian sat next to me.
Damian says "Answers."
She shook her head, "Names first. I told you ours, now you tell me yours. Also lose the mask." Demanding.
Damian points to me then himself, "Todd, Robin." I know she's glaring at him.
"No, real, first names. No answers till then and your mask." Why doesn't she care about last names?
"Ok, as long as you take off the hood." After a minute to consider my offer, she nods. I look at Damian.
Reluctantly he takes off his mask. She takes a sharp breath but says nothing. Curious, since Daniel was just in another room, no comment about the two looking nearly identical, maybe Daniel told her about Damian.
"My name is Damian." She nods and looks at me.
"Jason" I supplied.
She was staring at me, it felt like forever.
"Jason, do you remember a little girl you tried to help long ago? She was in chains, and next to a pit." As she spoke, she finally began to pull down her hood. "You gave her a name; do you remember what it was?"
data-p-id=508cab0c4640f15d7f17f67a578b0bbe,As she let her hood down, I saw her face. She looks strikingly like a mix between Talia Al Ghul and Bruce. More towards Talia, but she had Bruce's sapphire blue, intense, eyes. Her hair was so dark it was hard to tell if it was brown or black. She had a streak a of white in her hair, like I did, only hers ran longer, long enough to form a type of crown braid. The rest of her dark hair was up, and in knots, as if it had never been brushed. I would put her age at 10 or 11. I knew her.
For a moment, all I could do was stare, Damian kept looking back and forth perplexed. At last, I nodded. "Abigail" she started to cry, a smile on her face. She had kept the name I had given her.
