BP Prompt #3
“I can’t believe I’m sitting in jail with you of all people.” + Rosé/Reader + superheroes
“I can’t believe I’m sitting in jail with you of all people,” she muttered, arms crossed over her chest and foot tapping impatiently on the concrete of your shared cell.
“I’m not thrilled about it either,” you spat, turning to look at the clock for the tenth time in five minutes.
Rosé - or Au-burn as she preferred to be called when she was in costume - just huffed indignantly and looked away, staring at the wall again. You found yourself infuriated by her attitude, but more than that, you were angry that you had been stupid enough to fall into the trap right alongside her.
Your assigned villains had collaborated on a plot to draw both of you into a quarrel, and both of you ended up destroying several blocks of city property because of the argument. The villains, of course, got away. You blamed her, and she blamed you.
It didn’t help that the officers in charge of watching the two of you didn’t provide a change of clothes for either of you, so you were both stuck in your spandex suits until they released you in a week. This is gonna need some serious washing when I get out.
The both of you sat in uncomfortable silence as the hours ticked by, each of you shifting to a more comfortable position every once and awhile. Otherwise, nothing was shared between the two of you.
At least, until it went dark and the heat was shut off, that is.
The lights flickered for a moment before dying with a light hum. You and Rosé shared a knowing look, realizing that the prison’s power had gone out again. It did that frequently, as you had experienced during your many week-long stays at the place for causing property damage. It got unbearably cold during those times as well, which was no cause for concern with your cellmate over in the corner already spinning up enchanting golden flames in her palms to keep warm.
The moments of unsettling darkness afforded you the luxury of being able to observe her without her catching you.
Her suit, mostly darker burgundy spandex with golden highlights along seams and her upper arms, almost looked haunting as she sat alone, walled in by concrete and curled up with her knees to her chest. She wore armor over her suit a lot of the time as well, and you had only just noticed that the ornate pieces of carbon fiber lay discarded on the uncomfortable wooden bed just across from yours. You looked back to her, finding her melancholy eyes trained on you. Your first instinct was to look away, but you ignored it in favor of trying to read her. You couldn’t, you realized with a slight twinge of disappointment in your chest, and sighed as you lay facing the ceiling.
The shadows that danced along the uneven surface of the ceiling above gave you a feeling of unease. Some of them leapt at others, spearing them with their dark edges and overtaking others by sheer force. It reminded you very much between the dynamic of the Heroes and Villains. Many of you had been recruited into the program after realizing you possessed powers, but others were unfortunate enough to be born into it. Rosé was one of those kids who never got to experience a normal life before she was ordered to fight and potentially kill to protect a city she had never seen until she was well into her teens. You felt bad for her, if you were being honest. That didn’t excuse her behavior, though.
Through all the years you spent as each other’s unofficial - and later, very official - partners, she had given you a snobby attitude, raving about how she was a pure blooded hero who deserved to be recognized for all the years she had spent training to become the city’s protector. You hated her for it, at first.
Now, all you felt for her was an odd sort of pity. You knew she was all false bravado and fake smiles from the start, but the more you learned about why that was, you couldn’t help but feel like it was partially your fault for making her feel like she had something to prove.
The reality was that everyone at the headquarters knew she was a talented hero, yourself included. You wanted to be able to say something - anything at all - to help her deal with her feelings of loneliness. You knew how it felt to be isolated because of something that made you fundamentally different from everyone else. Rosé, however, was different from normal humans and her fellow heroes. You could see that behind her loud persona, she was a fragile person who had built very high walls throughout her life.
“I’m sorry.” Your quiet apology was carried away by the shadows and dim, flickering light of Rosé’s fire. You assumed she hadn’t heard you, and you were fine with that. But a light scuff drew your attention away from the ceiling and you listened as you heard her shuffle to the side of not her own bed, but yours.
She was silent, her back resting against the side of the bed not far from where your right hand rested. She stared into her fire and didn’t look at you. You felt ire bubble in your stomach, but bit your tongue and tried to get some rest, the newfound warmth at your side radiating through the rest of your body as you began to drift off.
It wasn’t until you were almost asleep that you heard a soft, “I don’t need your pity.” Despite her words, you could hear the appreciation in her voice.
You smiled and nudged the back of her head with your hand as you rolled over with your back to her. “Just shut up and go to sleep.”