Red Hood Enterprises
Jeff: Okay, here’s the deal. Boss is unexpectedly unavailable tonight, so it’s up to us.
Assembled Red Hood Goons: *nodding*
Jeff: And we are NOT going to screw this up, right?
Goon: *more nodding*
Jeff: Good. Now, who has the posters?
Later
Mrs. Abarca, High School Physics Teacher: Can I help you, gentlemen?
Jeff: Hi, yes, we’re here for the career fair?
Mrs. Abarca: Do you have your confirmation forms?
Jeff: Oh, yeah, right here.
Mrs. Abarca, reading the form: “Red Hood Enterprises…”
Mr. Garber, High School History Teacher:
Ms. Patel, High School English Teacher:
Mrs. Abarca: *clears throat* May I see your display materials?
Dan: I gott’em. *holds up one of the posters*
Ms. Patel: Those look… very lovely.
Dan, beaming: Thank you, ma’am.
Mr. Garber, reading a flyer he just got handed by one of Red Hood’s…employees: “How to read and understand a benefits package…”
Jeff, nodding: It’s important sh- … uh, stuff to know when looking for a job.
Victor: Yeah, otherwise you might end up with some kind of fu- … er, lame insurance coverage or something.
Ms. Patel: Insurance coverage…
Aiden: Yeah, like my first job? Total shi……… really lousy. Benefits. Pretty bad. Didn’t even have dental.
Ms. Patel, reading over the flyer: These are actually all really good points…
Mrs. Abarca: Well. Why don’t you boys just go on in and get your things set up.
Jeff: Thank you!
*a dozen or so red hood goons head towards the gym*
Ms. Patel: Do you think this is okay?
Mr. Garber: Do you think he’s hiring?
Mrs. Arbaca: Was that Aiden Sergeant?
Mr. Garber: Huh, I think it was.
Ms. Patel: Who?
Mrs. Arbaca: Oh, he would have been here before you started teaching.
Mr. Garber: What, six years ago or so?
Mrs. Arbaca: Hmm. Yes. Nice kid. Very good at math.
Ms. Patel: Huh.
Later, at the manor
Duke: Okay, you would not BELIEVE who I saw at the career fair.
Steph: What? Who?
Duke: Jeff.
Steph: Wait, like-
Duke: Yeah. THAT Jeff.
Steph: Wow.
Duke: Right?
Steph: What was he there for? Demolitions?
Duke, shaking his head: HR representative.
Steph: Huh.
Duke: For Red Hood.
Steph:
Steph: Huh.
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It's Okay to Have Bad Days (Jason Todd)
Author's note: this is entirely self-indulgent. I had a really bad day today and I just want someone to let me sit in their lap and cuddle me with no expectations other than that they love me. Since I am single, currently in the dorms away from anyone I feel comfortable with who give me said conforting contact, I'm using Jason Todd as a coping mechanism.
Warnings: reader has a bad day, one (1) mention of sex, use of the word 'dickhead' in response to something Dick said.
Jason frowned down at his phone, staring at your caller ID for a moment before he answered.
"Hey," he murmured. "What's up?"
For a moment, he thought it was a butt dial, but then he heard sniffles.
"Doll, everything okay?" he asked, standing from the couch to head into an empty hallway.
"I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't've... this was so stupid, I'm sorry, just ignore me," you stammered, tone tense and wet with tears.
Something was wrong.
"Woah, doll, c'mon, this is me you're talking to," Jason said. "Nothing is ever stupid with you. What's going on?"
Jason heard you sniff over the line again, and he listened intently as you took a few shuddering breaths and said, "I just... I had a really bad day. Nothing specific, just, one of those days, y'know? I wanted to do something, anything, but I just... I couldn't. And my parents are on me again about everything under the sun and I just... I'm having a day."
"I get it doll, I understand. Do you want me to listen, do you want advice, or do you just want me to show up with take-out and snuggles?"
The word 'snuggles' had multiple members of his family (even if he would never call them that out loud) looking over at him with expressions varying from mild interest (Tim, who hadn't slept in over 72 hours and was likely experiencing a different plane of existence) and downright glee (Stephanie, who was going to use it as ammunition, and Dick, who was no doubt going to dig his nose into the reason behind the use of the word and push Jason's buttons).
He moves further down the hall, just in case.
"Take-out and snuggles. I just... I don't want to be alone right now," you admitted quietly. "If it's not too much trouble, I mean, like I said, it's stupid and I know that I'm being irrational and I'm being so fucking childish right now---"
"Doll, you can have bad days, it's not the end of the world. Sometimes everything is just too much. It's okay. I'm gonna order and I'll be over in half an hour?"
"Please." It's downright plaintive and so outside of your normal attitude that it has Jason's heart hurting for you.
Jason knew how you had grown up. He knew that it had impacted you more than most people would ever suspect, let alone see, but even knowing you as well as he did, sometimes the facade still fooled him. Sometimes the cracks blindsided him, nearly made him fall to his knees with the realization that, it might be in different ways, and in varying degrees, but you're fucked up, just like him.
It's probably why the two of you worked so well, but sometimes Jason still forgets.
But it's progress, you reaching out to him instead of bottling it up like you usually do, or hiding away in the shower or your room to cry your eyes out.
He's proud, actually, to be someone you feel comfortable enough to reach out to.
"Okay doll. I'm on my way, okay?"
"Okay."
"Hey, I love you."
"Love you too," you murmured, sniffling again, though you sound much better than you had when he had first picked up. There's relief somewhere in there, Jason knows.
Relief that he hadn't reinforced the dark thoughts lingering, relief that he understands just how much it sucks. Relief that he wasn't breaking the tentative trust that had been built over long nights of patching up injuries and joking about fucked up childhoods. Relief that a wall had been let down and it wasn't met with a violent siege.
"You want your usual?"
"Yes please."
"M'kay, I'll be there soon."
"Drive safe."
"Doll, it's like you've never met me," he teased.
He relished in the surprised laugh you let out, grinning (probably like a lunatic).
"Bye Jay."
"Bye, doll."
"Hot date, little wing?" Dick asked, smirking.
"Some people are capable of being in a mutually satisfying relationship without there being sex involved, Dickhead. I'm headed, don't call me unless there's an emergency where someone is dead or actively dying or the world is about to end."
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