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rivanwarrioress · 6 years

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Revelations (Part 2) (Jason Todd x Reader)

SUMMARY: Sequel to Welcome to Gotham. A quiet night alone leads to unexpected revelations about Jason’s history and nighttime activities. Read Part 1 of Revelations first please, otherwise this might not make sense.

WORD COUNT: 2,607

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything, recognizable characters and places are the property of their creators

Unable to bring yourself to even attempt sleep, you scrubbed the floors of your apartment, getting rid of the bloodstains as best you could. Then, incapable of stopping yourself, you pulled on one of Jason’s leather jackets, and went up the stairs to the roof access of your apartment building. Few people ever went up here, although on numerous occasions, during the summer, you and Jason had often made an easy to transport dinner, and then gone up to the roof together, and had a picnic. Those nights had been among your favorite of your dates with Jason.

Now, you sat up there alone, Jason’s jacket wrapped around you, as tears leaked from your eyes, oblivious to the rain that fell around you, drenching your hair and seeping into your clothing, the dampness soon soaking through your pants. Your phone, at least, was marginally protected, tucked in a pocket of Jason’s jacket, with your hand wrapped around it, just in case somebody rang to update you on how Jason was doing.

There was a part of you that wondered if you would ever see Jason again. You remembered the bat on the front of Jason’s armor, and knew after living in Gotham for over a year, that The Red Hood was a member of “team Batman,” so you figured that Batman and his associates would look after Jason, but you were scared that even Batman wouldn’t be able to save him, that Jason was too badly hurt, and he’d lost too much blood. Would the superheroes take him away and deal with his body in their own, secretive way, or would you be allowed to be there when they buried him, or cremated him, or whatever it was they did with their dead?

You didn’t know what Jason’s wishes were. The one time you had brought up the topic of cemeteries you had taken one look at Jason’s face, and swiftly changed the topic. You wondered now if Jason’s reaction that day had been related to his history as the Red Hood.

You had guessed that Jason had gone through a traumatic past. On the few nights when he’d slept at your apartment he’d woken up with nightmares every single time. Even when he was awake sometimes you would say something, or he would see something, and he would space out, sometimes for a few seconds, but occasionally it was a minute or longer. A few months ago the circus had come through town, and your boss had invited you both along, but Jason had declined, admitting that night, when it was just the two of you, that he was scared of clowns. After everything you had heard since moving to Gotham about the Joker, you weren’t surprised. Fear of clowns was actually quite common in Gotham, you late found out, thanks to the internet.

Sitting on the roof of your building, you looked at the skyline of the city, the sirens and traffic noise drifting upwards from the streets below. How the hell had you not realized that Jason was a Vigilante…a superhero? It was so obvious in hindsight.

“Please…please be ok, Jason,” you whispered into the night.

Bruce rubbed his hand wearily over his face as he looked at Jason, sleeping soundly in the med bay of the Batcave. Bruce was sitting in the chair positioned by Jason’s bed, watching over his second eldest son as he slept, the younger man attached to a bag of blood to replenish what was lost. It was the second bag Jason had gone through since Bruce had carried him into the med bay and lowered him to the bed. A tube was still down Jason’s throat, helping Jason breathe by pretty much doing all the work for him.

In addition to the stab wound to his stomach, they’d also found a bullet wound to Jason’s upper chest, just below his right collarbone, although the billet itself had passed the whole way through Jason’s body. An x-ray revealed cracked and broken ribs, one of which had left a small puncture in Jason’s lung.

It, by far, wasn’t the worse injury Jason had received (Bruce was actively not trying to think about that), but the injuries were still life threatening, and Jason had stopped breathing not long after arriving at the cave. That had been when they’d intubated him to get him breathing again. Not long after that his blood pressure had dropped dramatically, and Bruce had been mentally preparing himself to start CPR, and Alfred had started prepping the defibrillator, and even had the pads positioned on Jason’s chest. Luckily, it hadn’t been needed, and they’d managed to keep him stabilized until Dr. Leslie Thompkins could arrive at perform the surgery that Jason’s needed, to patch him up.

That had been a few hours ago, and Leslie had gone upstairs for a cup of tea with Alfred. Dick had finally been persuaded to go upstairs to get some sleep, as had Tim (well, who knew if Tim was actually sleeping or not) and Damian.

Batman had made a point of knowing where Jason’s safe houses were, as well as his apartment. He had a feeling Jason knew this, or at least suspected, but it never came up in conversation. None of them were close to where they’d found Jason, and Jason wouldn’t have been in any condition to get himself that far. Of course, Jason still had his comms, and his phone, and could have called them directly for help, but that still would have left him waiting to be picked up in an alleyway, and that was a dangerous place to be, especially injured and vulnerable and unable to defend yourself. Batman was proud that Jason, notoriously untrusting towards others, had sought out a friend of his, seeking the safety of her apartment, rather than staying on the streets or rooftops. Bruce felt a shudder go down his spine at the thought of what might have happened if Jason hadn’t gone to his friend.

Jason would probably be dead, again. Lying alone until somebody came across him and raised the alarm. At the mere thought Bruce reached out and wrapped his hand around Jason’s.

“I’ve already lost you once, I can’t lose you again, Jay.”

“Bruce?”

Bruce sighed, having not heard Dick’s cat like footsteps approaching.

“I thought you were going to try and sleep.”

“I couldn’t,” Dick admitted, drawing level with Bruce and looking down at Jayson, “I kept thinking of him lying there, on his girlfriend’s floor.”

“You think she was involved?”

“No, no way, she was too cut up about it to have done it. Besides, she would have had more blood on her, and the only blood on the floor was around him, and a couple of drops around the window.”

Bruce nodded in agreement, having never suspected Jason’s apparent girlfriend in the attack.

“So…did you know? About Jason’s girlfriend, I mean?” Dick asked curiously. Bruce looked up at Dick with raised eyebrows.

“I am the least likely person that Jason would ever tell about a personal matter like that.”

Dick cringed, ‘Yeah, good point”

“I might have noticed a few years ago, when I kept a closer eye on him, but since he’s stopped killing I’ve kept more of a distance,” Bruce added.

“I wondered,” Dick admitted, “he…he seemed happier, this past year. I mean, he still kept things to himself, but…he seemed more relaxed and less…aggressive. I wondered if he’d made some new friends…or a romantic partner, but at the same time I thought it might have just been time related, you know, him healing after…everything.”

Bruce nodded, but said nothing. Dick was right, Jason had seemed happier and less…angry…with the world this last year, but Bruce hadn’t really taken much notice…another way he’d failed Jason.

“Do…do you think he’ll introduce us, at some point.”

Bruce sighed, “We did meet her, tonight” he told his oldest.

Dick rolled his eyes, “You know that doesn’t count. You were in protective Bat Dad mode over Jason. Do you even know what her name is, because she never actually told you guys?”

“I was going to look it up from her apartment,” Bruce admitted. Dick sighed and held out the piece of paper that you had written your name and phone number on.

“Meet, Y/N, Jason’s mystery girlfriend.”

Bruce lifted his eyebrow curiously, and Dick jerked the piece of paper back.

“Seriously…You think I would try and hit on Jay’s girlfriend while he was, you know, bleeding out all over the place? I would never do that to him. I told her I would keep her up to date on how he was going.”

Wearily Bruce leaned back in his seat and rubbed his hand over his face. It was something that Dick would do. Bruce himself had been too focused on Jason to worry about the girl who had, apparently, been in a relationship with his second eldest son.

“He’ll be ok, won’t he?” Dick asked, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his voice. Bruce blinked and looked up at Dick. The look on Dick’s face betrayed his emotions, and Bruce was reminded of how broken Dick had been when he’d learned of Jason’s death.

“You heard Dr. Tompkins,” Bruce reminded Dick gently, “he’s strong, he’ll recover.”

Dick visibly relaxed leaning against the wall of the med bay, “I don’t want to have to tell her that he’s gone.”

Bruce remained thoughtfully silent. While it wasn’t the first time one of the boys had gotten involved with someone romantically, it had been a long time since a civilian had been involved and he’d had to worry about a situation like this.

“You can tell her how he’s going, she already knows who he is,” he told Dick, although he knew that Dick would have done it, even if Bruce had said no. Dick was far better at dealing with people than Bruce had ever been.

“Bruce…what happened to him wasn’t your fault, you know that. Things are getting better between us and him, but he’s an adult now, he does do his own thing. You can’t protect him every minute of every day, if you tried it would only drive him away.”

Bruce sighed and nodded, bowing his head and continuing his vigil at Jason’s bedside. Dick watched him, before he backed away, leaving Bruce to his brooding. The only thing that would snap Bruce out of his funk would be Jason waking up, and that needed time.

You jolted awake as the shrill ringing of your phone dragged you from your sleep. You had gone back indoors just as the sun was beginning to rise over the horizon, and you had been shivering from the freezing cold that came from being outside in the snow for an extended period of time. A quick phone call to your boss had given you the day off, as you knew that you would be virtually useless at work after a night of no sleep.

Seeing no point in coming up with a lie, you had told your boss a part of the truth…that Jason had been attacked while coming home from work, and you had been up all night worrying about him. You hadn’t talked about how Jason had been attacked, nor the fact that he was wearing his Red Hood costume at the time. Your boss, however, hadn’t asked questions and had instead given you the week off to look after Jason, and had passed on their best wishes to him.

It had made a weak smile cross your face as you remembered how much your boss liked Jason, and had been the one to introduce the pair of you.

After the conversation with your boss, you had tried to warm up with a hot shower, and then collapsed into bed, burrowing under the warm covers, and wishing that Jason was there to wrap his arms around you. You must have dozed off, because the next thing you knew your phone was ringing loudly beside your head, where you had placed it, and a few hours had passed.

You fumbled for your phone, swiping at the screen and lifting it to you ear without looking at who it was.

“Hello?” you asked urgently.

“Hi, Y/N?” a male voice replied, and you recognized the voice as Nightwing’s from the previous night.

“Yes,”

“It’s Nightwing,” Nightwing confirmed your suspicions, “I’m just ringing to update you on Jason’s condition.”

“Is he ok?” you asked, your heart in your throat.

“Yeah… he’s still sleeping, but his vital signs look really good. Just after we got him back to the cave his blood pressure dropped really low, but we managed to get him stabilized, and then a doctor friend of ours patched him up really well.”

“And…and he’ll be ok?” you questioned anxiously.

“Yeah, give him a week or two and he’ll be back to normal. He heals fast, he has for a long time.”

“Can...Can I see him?”

Nightwing sighed, “I can’t make any promises on that one, Y/N, but I’ll see what I can do. I’ll have a word with the big guy.”

“Thank you” you replied, not knowing what else to say.

“Hey, we’ll work something out, don’t worry,” Nightwing told you reassuringly, “and even if it going to be a little while before he’s well enough to move or that it looks like you won’t be able to come and see him I promise that once he wakes up you guys will be able to talk on the phone, or even video call each other.”

You nodded, tears rolling down your face and you weren’t able to hold in the small sniffles you were making.

“Hey, it’s ok, don’t cry,” Nightwing soothed, “he’ll be up and about in no time. Why don’t you tell me a little about what you two lovebirds have been up to? Jason’s never really been one for romance, I want to know what shenanigans you two kids have been getting into since getting together.”

The next time you looked at the clock you were alarmed to realize that over an hour had passed since you had begun to tell Nightwing about the things you and Jason had done together since you had begun dating, the places that he had taken you to, the things he had made you, the little moments the pair of you had shared. Nightwing had patiently listened throughout it all, sometimes sounding emotional himself as he had asked you questions and encouraged you to continue talking about things.

“I, um, should probably let you keep going, I hadn’t realized it was getting so late,” you told Nightwing. There was a pause before Nightwing spoke again, and you wondered if Nightwing was checking to see what the time was.

‘Ah, yeah…sorry about that, Y/N, I didn’t mean to keep you talking for so long. I’ll give you a call alter on to update you on how Jason’s going. He might have woken up by then, so you guys might be able to talk.

“I’d like that,” you replied, already missing the sound of Jason’s voice.

“I’ll see what I can do, don’t worry Y/N, Jason’s is going to be fine. Bye.” Nightwing told you optimistically.

“Bye” you replied, before hanging up. While you were still worried about Jason, you were a little calmer now. He was still alive, and from what Nightwing had said it looked like he was going to make a full recovery. Still, you wished you could have seen Jason, or at least heard his voice.

Maybe later on, when Nightwing called again…

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rivanwarrioress · 6 years

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Echo

SUMMARY: Jon and Daenerys discuss those who came before.

WORD COUNT: 1,173

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything, recognizable characters and places are the property of their creators

Jon Snow leaned against the stone railing that bordered the steps leading up to the fortifications of Dragonstone, watching as the two surviving Dragons soared over the oceans, remembering the tales Old Nan used to tell him and Robb when they were young about the Targaryens and their dragons, and then later, Maester Luwin teaching the boys the history of Westeros, and the Targaryens who had conquered it and ruled over the unified country for centuries.

A slight crunching of footsteps on gravel alerted Jon to the presence of another, and Jon turned, surprised to see Daenerys standing there, looking at the Dragons. Her surviving children, Jon thought with a cringe, and he bowed his head politely towards the Queen.

“Your Grace,” he greeted.

Daenerys said nothing in response, instead glancing over towards Jon, before she silently and gracefully stepped towards him.

“They’re missing their brother,” she told him after a lengthy pause, “I…it has been a long time since I’ve thought that I might lose one of them. When they were small and vulnerable I feared for them, but…” she faded off, gazing up at her dragons, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

“I think we both know the pain of losing a brother,” Jon offered, “now they know this pain too, I wish that they never had.”

“I named him after my brother Viserys,” Daenerys offered, “As much as he was cruel towards me, he was still my brother, and I wanted a way to remember him.

“I…I wish there was a way for me to remember my brothers,” Jon admitted, thinking of Robb and Rickon.

Daenerys nodded supportively, watching as Rhaegal flew overhead. Jon’s gaze tracked the green and bronze dragon, the green of the dragon’s scales reminding Jon of the Godswood at Winterfell.

“What about Rhaegar,” he asked Daenerys curiously, although after he sponke he cringed, realsing that now might not be the best time to bring up another of Daenerys’ dead relations.

“I never met him,” Daenerys replied, “although I have heard some things about him, what sort of man he was.”

“What were you told?”

“Viserys always used to say that Rhaegar was good at killing people, that was all I ever knew about Rhaegar…until Ser Barristan Selmy told me more. Rhaegar liked to go out of the Red Keep and walk amongst the people of Kings landing. He used to sing to them…just like the other minstrels,” Daenerys smiled at the thought, “Ser Barristan told me that Rhaegar never liked killing…but he loved singing. He was good at it too, the people used to give him money.”

“What did he do with it?” Jon questioned, genuinely interested.

“Gave it to the other minstrels, sometimes,” Daenerys shrugged, “other times he gave it to the orphanages in Fleabottom, on a couple of occasions Rhaegar and Ser Barristan indulged in drink.”

Jon chuckled, “He sounds like an interesting character.”

“He was, I wish I could have met him and known him like I knew Viserys.”

Jon was silent, thinking about the picture Daenerys had painted of her brother, the same man who had allegedly kidnapped and raped Jon’s Aunt, Lyanna. He missed the sideways look Daenerys sent him, as if she had remembered how Robert’s Rebellion had started, and how the Stark family had been torn apart.

“I…I’m sorry…for what my family has done to yours. I know the damage has been done, but I regret what my family did. From all accounts your father was an honorable man.”

“He was,” Jon nodded, his voice cracking slightly at the memory of his father, “he never talked much about the Rebellion though, only that it was horrible. He rarely spoke at all about those he lost…his father, his brother Brandon, and his sister Lyanna.”

“What did he say about them?”

“Brandon Stark had the wolf’s blood…it made him wild…almost the exact opposite of my father…that’s what Old Nan used to tell us when we were children. When we were older some of the older men at Winterfell told us stories about Brandon’s, er…exploits, in the bedroom” Jon blushed, having not intended on revealing that particular piece of gossip.

Daenerys smiled and concealed her giggle, but said nothing, so Jon continued on, “he was a passionate man, protective of his family. When…when word broke about what happened to Lyanna, he didn’t hesitate before accompanying his father south. Before he died he was engaged to Lady Catelyn.”

“What about your Aunt?”

“My Aunt?’ Jon repeated, before he shook his head, “Father barely ever mentioned her. I’ve visited her crypt, numerous times, with Robb and our father. Robb once asked him about her, and father replied that Arya was her echo…alike Lyanna in both looks and personality. I think that was why father couldn’t ever say no to Arya. Lady Catelyn was really the only one who ever did, or Sansa of course. Arya just had to look at father and he’d let her do what she wanted, within reason, of course,” Jon couldn’t help but smile at some of the antics Arya had gotten up to before they had all been split apart.

“It sounds as if you are fond of her,” Daenerys commented.

“I am,” Jon replied, “other than Robb she was the one of my family who I was the closest to. She was the only one who didn’t treat me any differently because I was a bastard. She was like that with everyone. She could make friends with anyone…bastards, stable boys, Blacksmiths, anybody, regardless of if they were highborn, or lowborn. She never cared, she treated them all the same, as people.” Jon couldn’t keep the pride out of his voice at his little sister.

“A day doen’t go by without me missing her. I wonder how the years of changed her…how she’s grown…how she’s survived everything. Nobody knew anything about her survival, not even Varys, and yet she turns up at the gates of Winterfell one day. I can only hope that she and Sansa aren’t fighting. They were often fighting when they were younger.”

“Once we have convinced Cersei of the truth about what lies beyond the wall, we will go to the North…and you will see them both, and your brother, again.” Daenerys promised, “I would very much like to meet your family, as you have met mine, and I hope that they take as well to me as Drogon has to you.

Jon laughed, “You’re talking about my sisters…one of whom left Ramsay Bolton to be eaten by his own dogs, and the other took great delight in stuffing sheep shit in her sister’s mattress to make her room smell bad. I think I might have had the easier job endearing myself to your dragons.

Daenerys gave Jon a look of alarm that made Jon’s laughter continue, and he was still smiling and chuckling slightly when they both returned to the keep together, ten minutes later.

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