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linaofthemyscira · 7 years

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Real Life Encounters Part 2

Pairing: MMA!Jason Todd/Torres x (fem!)Reader

Prompt: what if you met a real life Jason Todd? Amazing right? Here’s how it would go…

Words: 3093 (I KNOW THATS A LOT I SURPRISED MY OWN SELF)

Warnings: asshole creeps, foul language, ppl getting punched

A/N here’s part two because I really like this series! Who doesn’t like thinking of the possibility of a real life Jason Todd and batfam? Also I gave you a Latina best friend because they’re really nice.

The day after, aka the day of Jason’s fight, you had an incredibly busy day at the big expo the company you worked for was holding. You started at 6:00 am and now you were getting off at 6:00 pm. A whole twelve hours running around a hotel, sitting in various lectures, one of which was a TED Talk, participating in activities with your coworkers.…needless to say, you were exhausted.

You walked down the steps of the hotel that hosted the expo with your best friend at work, Wendy De La Vega, dressed down and ready to go out to eat.

“Twelve hours. We’ve been running around for twelve hours and I’m ready to collapse on the bed,” you told Wendy.

“Same but I haven’t had anything to eat for 6 hours I’m so hungry,” Wendy replied.

Around that time, Jason was coming around the corner with a few flowers to surprise you with. Since the night before, he hadn’t been able to get you out of his head, and spent the rest of his night coming up with ways to impress you the next day. His eldest brother told him flowers, not a full bouquet, but 5 roses would be enough to make you smile.

As Jason turned the corner, he saw you and your friend coming down the steps and quickly moved toward you to catch you before you got too far away.

“Hi,” he said as he suddenly approached you and Wendy. You were taken by surprise and gaped up at Jason in shock. What was he doing here?

“Hey!” you said, finally finding the words to say. Wendy, whose jaw was dropped, was looking back and forth between you and Jason. How on earth did her best friend know a guy like him?

“What are you doing here?” you asked Jason. His heart fell a bit; you had forgotten about his match today.

“ I came to pick you up for my fight,” he explained. You suddenly remembered last night’s events and you widened your eyes in realization.

“Oh my gosh that’s right! I’m so sorry, today has been hectic, I’ve worked for nearly 12 hours,” you told him. Jason nodded in understanding.

“That’s fine, I just hope you don’t have plans…” he trailed off.

“No! She has no plans! Y/N, mija, go!” Wendy gestured to Jason.

“But dinner…?” you asked her.

“We can get it tomorrow! Don’t worry about it! Now go!” Wendy said.

“You can come too if you want,” Jason told Wendy. She looked up at him in surprise.

“I appreciate the offer, but I think I’ll have to pass. Besides, you made plans with Y/N, not Y/N and Wendy.” Wendy brushed it off. As you began to protest, Wendy lightly pushed you straight into Jason to make you go with him, and walked back into the hotel, waving goodbye.

Jason had absentmindedly put his hand on the small of your back to steady you when you nearly crashed into him, but quickly removed it because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. After you stepped away from him a bit, you looked up at him with a smile.

“Looks like it’s just us,” You shrugged sheepishly. He gave you a warm smile in return and decided it would be a good time to give you the roses.

“I got you these” he pulled the flowers out from behind his back. Your eyes widened at the roses, but your shocked expression soon faded into a soft smile. A blush crept onto your cheeks and you looked down to hide it away.

“Thank you,” you took the flowers from him.

“You’re welcome,” he said.

“We should…probably get going,” you looked up at him again.

“We can swing by a nearby restaurant if you want something to eat,” he suggested. “My fight isn’t for another hour and a half.”

“That would be phenomenal,” you beamed.

And with that, Jason whisked you away to get some food, which, in fact is the true way to the heart.

After getting a quick bite, Jason took you to the venue he was fighting at. It wasn’t terribly small, but it wasn’t an arena either. He took you in through the back, because it was the quickest way to the fighter’s “areas”.

Jason led you down a few halls before opening a door into a large room full of people you didn’t know. They all greeted him warmly and then turned to you.

“And who are you?” One of the men asked. It wasn’t in a rude way at all, as if you weren’t supposed to be there. He was curious as to who this girl was, standing next to his big, brute, hulking brother.

“Uhhhh……my name is Y/N. A friend of Jason’s,” you introduced yourself.

“Jay, is this the one you were talking about?” The man suddenly turned to Jason. Jason’s eyes widened and started gesturing for the man to cut it out.

“Shhhh!”

“The one who you saved–”

“Shhhhhhh!”

“–from the bar–”

“ShhhHHHHHH”

“–last night? Huh? Is this her?”

“Would you please shut the hell up?!” Jason hissed at the man. You looked down at your feet and blushed in slight embarrassment. Now you knew he talked about you.

“I just wanna know,” the man said.

“Yes, okay? Yes that’s her,” Jason said irritatedly.

“Ahhhhh, well, Y/N, the name’s Dick. Nice to meet you. I’m Jason’s older adoptive brother,” he introduced himself. You blinked at Dick a few times in shock. Dick…older adoptive brother…black hair…blue eyes…toned build. What on earth is going on?

“I’m Tim, Jason’s younger adoptive brother,” another black-haired, blue eyed boy stepped up and offered his hand. You shook it and looked around the room. There was a young boy with, you guessed it: black hair and blue eyes and a red-head girl as well.

“I’m Barbara. You can call me Babs,” The girl said.

“Damian. You can call me Damian.” The young boy followed.

“Nice to-nice to meet you all,” you said, completely amazed at the people standing before you. Not only was Jason Todd–well his name was now Jason Torres–real, but his siblings were as well. And Bruce? What about him? You’d have to find out.

“Nice to meet you too. Jay tells me you’re not from around here. Where are you from? Bludhaven?” Dick asked you.

“Excuse me?” You asked.

“Okaaaay, not from Bludhaven then.” Dick raised his eyebrows and backed away a bit.

“No no, did you just say Bludhaven?” You asked him.

“Yeahhh, Bludhaven, New Jersey? It’s Gotham’s sister city?” Dick asked as if the answer was obvious.

“Oh, right,” you nodded. This was getting more and more weird by the second.

“So where are you from?” Damian asked.

“I’m from [state]. I’m here for a business trip,” you explained.

“Oh, I see. Where do you work?” Tim asked. Just like that, Jason’s family had made you one of their own as they asked questions about you. You gladly answered them, but soon you got overwhelmed by all of the attention.

“Hey hey, guys, calm down, you’re freaking her out, give her some room to breathe,” Jason stepped in. His family immediately stopped asking questions and backed off a bit.

Suddenly, a knock was heard on the door and the focus was off you and on the door.

“Yeah?” Jason said loudly. A woman with a headset and a clipboard peeked her head in the room.

“Mr. Torres, you’re on in 15 minutes.” She informed. Jason nodded his head and the lady closed the door. Almost immediately, Jason’s family swarmed Jason and started taking off Jason’s jacket and shirt, getting his wraps and mask and everything to prepare him for the fight. You stood near the door awkwardly, not really knowing what to do with yourself.

Jason half turned to you and spotted you at the door and sighed.

“Dick, could you take Y/N to our seats?” He asked his brother.

“Huh? Oh sure. I’ll be right back,” Dick said and walked over to you.

“Hey! Y/NNNNN,” he drawled out your name. “I’m gonna take you to our seats.”

You looked up Dick with a warm smile, “Thank you so much.”

Dick opened the door and led you out in the hall again. He led you through the maze of halls and out to the arena, which was actually quite large and looked like an actual, televised UFC fight would be held there. You stopped in your tracks to admire how nice it looked and the massive amount of people in it.

“Woah, what is the capacity in this place?” You asked, looking around in awe.

“Uhhh, I’d say about 5,000?” Dick put his hands on his hips, one leg popped out, like a sassy pose.

“5,000 people? Seriously?” You asked him.

“Yup. But only like 3000 are coming to this tonight,” he shrugged it off and started walking again.

“Well that’s still a lot! That’s more than half of the arena!” You exclaimed and scurried after him.

“What, you don’t like people?” Dick asked as he stopped in front of a row of seats.

“No no, I just didn’t expect this to draw such a large crowd. People in Gotham like fighting don’t they?” You asked.

“No no, Gothamites like watching fights not fighting; there’s a difference.” Dick explained.

“Oh, right,” you looked down awkwardly.

“Well here are our team’s seats. Front row, super high quality.” Dick motioned to the chairs before you. You sat down in one and lightly gasped. It had a cushion.

“These are so comfy!” You smiled.

“Hey Ken doll! Can ya move please!” A man behind you with a southern drawl yelled at Dick. Dick blinked at the man a few times before rolling his eyes and looking back at you.

“I gotta go, but once Jay comes out, the rest of us will join you. Sit tight for now,” Dick said. You nodded, and Dick left you alone in the front row.

For about ten minutes, you sat in your seat, scrolling through your phone and wishing you had a snack when suddenly all the lights in the arena turned off.

“Oh my fuck what is happening? Is it a massacre?! A kidnapping?! What the hell?” You thought to yourself.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WELCOME!!” An announcer came on over the sound system. You sighed in relief. The announcer made a few more announcements before introducing.

“HE’S LEAN, HE’S MEAN AND A FIGHTING MACHINE! IIIIIITTTTSSS TWOOOOO FAAAAACCEEE!” The announcer said. One whole section of the arena cheered for the fighter. You watched as a man, with his fists raised in the air and a whole half of his face painted a reddish-purplish color, stepped into the ring. His posse went and sat in their section.

“AND NOW, THIS ROOKIE, THIS RISING STAR HAS GOT A MEAN HOOK AND IS 225 POUNDS OF MUSCLE, IT’S THE RED HOOOOOOOD!” The announcer said with more enthusiasm. Jason, with a dark red domino mask over his eyes, sauntered toward the ring, Dick, Tim, Damian and Babs flanking his sides with their own domino masks. After Jason entered the ring, his family joined you in the seats next to you.

You looked around in slight confusion. Was this normal? Wearing domino masks? You had forgotten what Jason told about mask-usage in the ring the night before.

The referee brought Jason and “Two-Face” a few feet apart from each other and stated the rules. He clapped both on the back, stepped away from the two and blew his whistle to signal the start of the match.

Two-face immediately lunged for Jason, but Jason quickly evaded the lunge and went to the other side of the ring and brought his fists up to protect is face and got into an offensive fighting stance.

Round One was a bit slow, a few blows here and a few there but not much happened.

Round Two got more interesting; Two-Face managed to pin Jason to the floor and nearly strangled him. You stood up in concern, watching as the referee pulled Two-Face off of Jason and made some signals. Jason slowly got up from the ground and rubbed his neck.

“Time-out!” He shouted at the referee. Since it was the first time-out, the ref gladly let it happen. As the ref signaled a time-out, Dick, Babs, Tim and Damian all leaped out of their seats and ran into the ring, holding a stool, a Gatorade water bottle, a towel and a bucket. You quickly scurried after them into the ring and into Jason’s corner.

As you approached Jason, he stopped Dick from continuing whatever he was saying and focused on your figure. You knelt down on one knee and placed your hands on Jason’s knees.

“Hey, are you okay?” You asked him, your tone laced with worry. Jason looked off to the left and nodded.

“Hey hey,” you got his attention again, “no you’re not. That man almost choked you to death. Don’t lie to me. It’s okay not to be okay. Listen, you go out there and kick his ass. I know you can do it. Got it?”

Jason glanced up and saw Two-Face across the ring in his corner, who was licking his lips at you. You hadn’t noticed since you were talking to Jason, but something in Jason ignited as he saw Two-Face checking you out. He hated it. He wanted to rip Two-Face’s dumb smirk off his face.

“Hey! Jason!” You caught his attention again.

“Yeah, I got it.” He said through gritted teeth as he continued glaring at Two-Face.

“Look at me.” You said. Jason tore his gaze away from Two-Face to look into your hues. “You can do this.” You said to him. You had only known him for one day but you meant what you said. A spark was created the night before, and your words fanned the flame.

Jason nodded his head in understanding and chewed the inside of his cheek nervously.

“Time-out over!” The ref shouted over the screaming fans. You and Jason stood up simultaneously and his family dashed out of the ring and back to their seats. You quickly stood on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek, then joined his family in the audience. Jason was a little surprised at your display of affection but shook it off and went back to the middle again.

The referee blew his whistle again and round two began again. You watched intently as Jason dodged jabs and hooks left and right, got in a few light crosses of his own and then it happened.

He ducked one jab and pivoted away, put his leg around Two-Face’s and tripped him backwards. While Two-Face was falling, Jason took the opportunity to punch him across the face, knocking Two-Face out cold.

Two-Face fell to the floor, completely out. The referee gestured that the fight was over and held up Jason’s arm to signify he won. The crowd went wild. Gotham’s new MMA “rookie” had won yet another fight.

You stood up with a smile and clapped happily. Jason yanked his hand from the referee as they opened the cage and ran out to you. As soon as he reached you, he picked you up by your waist and spun you around in a circle. When he put you down, he pulled you into a hug. However since he was significantly taller than you, your feet dangled off the floor.

“You did it!” You exclaimed as you pulled away from the hug, but still in his strong embrace.

“Yeah I did!” He said joyously, looking into your eyes. Jason got lost in your eyes, he couldn’t help it; they were so mesmerizing. You beamed at him and looked into his own eyes. It seemed as if the world…slowed down around you two. Like the only person you could see…was Jason. But you liked that feeling. It felt good. It made you happy.

And then it disappeared as you came back to reality, Jason getting swarmed by reporters and you getting pushed away. Dick, Babs and Tim put themselves in front of Jason and told the reporters to back off and back up. In a few seconds, you lost Jason among the horde of reporters and fans who had come to greet him.

You stood there alone, awkwardly shifting from each foot as the swarm followed Jason back into the locker rooms.

You picked up your bag and went up the stairs out to the main exit instead of the locker rooms. Hopefully the night wasn’t over.

Fortunately, your wish came true. Jason and his family picked you up at the front and took you to a nice restaurant to celebrate his win. Then, he decided to take you back to your hotel by himself.

When you approached your hotel door, you sighed.

“Well. This is my stop,” you stated the obvious.

“Yep.” Jason nodded his head. You two stood outside the door together for a few minutes in silence before you said something.

“Tonight was really fun,” you smiled softly at Jason.

“I’m glad you thought that. I know it wasn’t really a first date but maybe while you’re still here, I can take you out on one.” Jason chuckled as he leaned against the wall on the side of his crossed arm. You blinked at Jason a few times and then nodded.

“I’d like that.” You told him.

“I’ll pick you up at 8:00 tomorrow.” He told you.

“Ooh, tomorrow’s not good, my coworkers and I planned a dinner already.”

“Lunch then?”

“Also…busy…day three of the expo…”

“Then two nights from now.”

“Perfect.” You finally were able to get a date situated.

“Perfect.” Jason repeated and smiled down at you.

You quickly got your keycard out and swiped it on the handle. You opened the door to the room and found it dark.

“Well, goodnight. I guess I’ll text you tomorrow?” It came out as more of a question.

“Yeah. You have a goodnight too, Y/N,” he said and leaned down to kiss your cheek, returning it from earlier.

As you stood in shock at Jason’s simple action, he left you alone in the doorframe. You quickly snapped out of it and went into your room and closed the door. You took off your shoes and put up your purse.

It then hit you that Jason asked you on a date and boy were you happy.

“YESSSSSS!”

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