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Relationship: Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: (Request)  I was hoping I could request this au with Jason. 'I’m on the FBI’s most-wanted list for killing a fuck ton of people, but calm down I just wanna date you bc your face is v smoochable and you give me butterflies.’ And with him being the most wanted one please?

Key: Y/N= your name

Warning: language

“Fuck, fuck, fuck...FUCK!”

Jason tossed himself out his apartment window as fast as he could, grabbing as many weapons as possible. He saw the flashing lights grow closer. “Ah! Motherfuckers!” He slid down the fire escape, jumping the last couple feet. I know I’ve killed a lot of people, but they were assholes. I was doing you bitches a favor, Jason thought angrily.

Jason searched the ally for the trap door he hid his motorcycle in. He began to scavenge frantically, worried the cops would get here soon, until he finally found it. Thanking god, he hopped on as fast as he could, threw his gun bag over his shoulder, and sped away, sirens approaching the building he just escaped from. He quickly glanced over his shoulder, chuckling in relief, and made his way to the Batcave. Hopefully Bruce wouldn’t be home.

Before he made his escape, he made one last check to make sure the police weren’t on his tail, and he caught the eyes of a girl leaning out of her window, her face distorted in confusion. Shit, Jason almost couldn’t turn and take his eyes off of her, but he pulled away. Her face etched into his memory.

You lived in a crappy neighborhood, sirens blaring at all sorts of hours, so when you watched as a fleet of cop cars sped down your street, you just sipped your tea and continued reading your newspaper. You barely glanced at the motorcycle that sped away from the directions the police went. It wasn’t until you read a bit about the FBI’s most-wanted, you did a double take. You leaned over your windowsill, trying to get a better look at the motorcyclist.

From what you could see, it looked like the menace, Red Hood. Red Hood was #5 on the FBI’s most-wanted list and he just drove past your house. He looked at you for what seemed like years until he turned right down the street, fleeting from your vision.

The police came knocking not even five minutes after you lost sight of the criminal. They had gone down the street banging on doors, asking if anyone had seen the Red Hood and where he may have gone. You cracked your door open when they knocked.

“Yes?”

“Ma’am, sorry for the inconvenience, but we are searching from the criminal, Red Hood. He was last spotted in the building next to yours, and seemed to have fled before the police arrived on the scene. Do you have any information,” the cop asked tiredly. He seemed to have given up hope.

“Yes,” you stated blankly. The cop’s face perked up.

“Really? What? What can you give us?”

“I saw him turn left down Santanino road.” He turned right. “I think he might have been on a motorcycle,” he was, “but I can’t remember.” You lied. You didn’t know why you lied, maybe you were scared, but you did and it was too late to try and take it back.

“Thank you ma’am!” He pulled his radio close to his mouth and repeated your statement into it. “You’ve been a huge help.”

“Mhm,” you nodded and shut your door. “Mhm,” you hummed to yourself. You couldn’t figure out exactly what prompted you to falsify fact to the police. This was a man on the FBI’s most-wanted list! What on Earth were you thinking?

“Master Jason, we’ll house you for a little while, until you can find a new safe house.” Alfred set down a plate with a sandwich and some fruit. “Eat up, you’ll want your energy when you explain to Master Bruce what happened.”

“Ain’t that the trust,” Jason snickered. He began stuffing his face with the food and Titus scooted closer to him. “No, Titus. Go beg Damian, this is mine.” The dog gave Jason a sad gaze. “Ugh, alright! Here,” he tossed the giant dog some ham, “Now go!”

“Todd! Don’t feed my dog,” Damian shouted as he sauntered into the room.

“Take better care of your pet,” Jason sneered. Damian stalked over to him and punched his brother. “You did NOT just fucking hit me.” Damian threw him a pointed look.

“That’s it!”

Bruce walked into the family room, after changing, to find Jason and Damian in an all out brawl. Dick and Tim sat to the side watching, enjoying themselves far too much. “What is going on here?,” Bruce’s voice boomed through the room. The boys stopped and Dick and Tim’s smiles were gone in a millisecond. “Jason, what are you doing here?”

“Well, that’s a funny story...”

After Jason finished, Bruce just let out a prolonged sigh of annoyance. He visibly thought carefully about what to say next. “Jason,” he began, “I don’t think you should go one patrol for awhile.” Jason scoffed. “Hear me out. You’ll have a target on your back for, maybe, two weeks, before they let it go and usually move on to the next bad guy on their list.” Bruce grabbed Jason shoulder, “I know it won’t be easy, but it’s the best option. Please. And if you don’t, you won’t be welcomed here.”

Jason considered it. He chose not to fight, this time. “Fine, two weeks, that’s it. Then I’ll be back out here and no longer in your hair,” Jason scoffed. He wasn’t going to go on patrol, that he promised, but he definitely was going to go out to see that girl again. She just...wouldn’t leave his thoughts alone. “Yeah, it’s a deal.” Jason shook Bruce’s hand.

It had been a week and Red Hood was still a hot topic, especially in your neighborhood. Somehow, all those goddamn gossips had found out you gave the police a statement. They wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Y/N, did you see his face?”

“Oo, Y/N, was he big and scary?”

“How’d you know it was him?”

“Literally, piss off. I’ve had a long ass day at work and I just want to go home!” You looked at their offended faces and grimaced. “Please,” you plead softly.

The women scoffed. “Whatever, we will talk to you later,” one of them pouted and they all flounced off.

You slipped into your home, avoiding any and all people you could. You just wanted to enter your home, change, eat, then fall asleep. That last one might be a little outlandish, but one could hope. You hadn’t been sleeping well due to Red Hood. He clouded your dreams, and it always shook you out of sleep. It was that helmet of his that gave you the nightmares. In your dreams, you felt like you were just out of reach of this terrifying, blank face that was the color of your blood. You were only a stray bullet away or a single hand’s reach out of harms way.

You changed into your pajamas and started to make mac and cheese. You had turned on the news to fill the silence while you cooked. You only caught bits and pieces of what the news-anchors were saying,

“Red Hood is still at large-”

“Last spotted in-”

“Citizens are urged to remain calm-”

“Bullshit,” you muttered. You wiped your hands on a towel and strode over to change the channel. You glanced out the window when you turned back to your mac and cheese, and a figure was on the roof across the way. You did a double take, blaming your lack of sleep for giving you visions, but your original thought was correct. A person was stood in the darkness on the roof next to yours, and, from what you could tell, they were staring into your home.

“Fuck me...”

When Bruce and his little patrol gang left for the night, Jason changed into his Red Hood suit. He snuck down the staircase and made a break for the garage, where his motorcycle was on lock down.

“Master Jason, I believe you aren’t supposed to be going on patrol for another week.” Alfred caught him red handed.

Jason groaned and turned to the butler. “I’m not going on patrol,” he exclaimed.

“Your outfit would beg to differ.” Alfred raised his eyebrows at the boy.

“I’m not going on patrol,” he stressed, “I’m just going out to check on someone.” Alfred looked at him, giving him his Really? look. “Really! Look, no guns! Please Alfie, it won’t be long.”

“I didn’t know you left.”

“Thanks,” Jason beamed before slipping on his helmet.

Jason had perched himself on a building across from the window that he found you staring at him. He watched and waited for a couple hours before he saw you walk in. His gaze never left your form, except for when you disappeared into what he assumed to be your bedroom. Jason stared at your face for as long as he could, memorizing the details. Every part of you was just...perfect. His stomach just fluttered at the thought of his lips on yours.

“What is she doing to me?” He leaned further over the edge of the roof. His heart ached with just the need to be near you. “God, help me.”

He watched as you walked closer to the window. Jason got the best view of you that entire night when you stared back at him. “Damn.” He couldn’t stop himself, he didn’t know what he was doing anymore. You just had such a powerful grip on him and you didn’t even know.

Jason grappled to the fire escape next to your window. He slipped through the open window. He walked closer to you excitedly, then he noticed your face. You were frozen in complete and utter terror.

“Are-are you okay? Miss,” Jason tried to set a gentle hand on your arm, but you flinched away causing him to snatch his hand back. “Is something wrong?”

“R-re-red Ho-hood,” you stuttered. You began to shake violently. Your worst nightmares were coming true. Red Hood has come to kill you. You started to panic, a mix of fear and exhaustion. You stumbled backwards, falling in an attempt to flee.

“Hey, hey! What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Kill. You kill. You are here to kill me,” you somehow managed to say. You scooted on your butt towards your front door.

“Wha-no! No, I’m not here to kill you!” Jason watched as you halted and your face contorted in shock. “I-I’m here to, to uh,” he felt his face heat up under his helmet. “Well, you’re really cute and you seem very kissable and I wanna date you,” he rushed out, the butterflies in his stomach felt like a storm. He took off his helmet to cool down. His sapphire eyes burned into yours, for he had forgotten to put on his domino mask.

You were lost in the sea of blue, your mind couldn’t form a coherent thought. “Bu-but you’ve killed so many people,” this was the best argument you could come up with. You weren’t sure how to feel, but the man looking down at you wasn’t a vicious, cold-blooded killer.

“Yeah,” Jason chuckled, “but I think that can change.” He looked at you hopefully, his hand reaching out to help you up.

You stared at the man for a long time before you felt as though you could make a decision. And even then, 

“I don’t know.”

Author’s Note: This is for you @natasha-baggins, you sultry son of a bitch. (I’m sorry if that offended you, it just felt right)

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