Lady In Red
Jason x female!reader
This is kind of like a masquerade type thing…I’m literally typing this in English class right now. I’m supposed to be taking notes. 😭
As I was writing this, i never realized how much i wrote until the end.
Idk what to feel about this one shot though. I’m just writing anything that pops in my head.
Also, tbvh it was hard to write Jason’s pov like, how do you other writers do it?
Anyway, on with the story 😬.
You were binge watching your favorite tv show in the middle of the day when you heard a knock on the door.
You’re not friends with that many people so it’s very strange that someone was visiting you at this hour on a Saturday afternoon.
Hitting pause on the remote, you stood up off the couch and made your way towards your door.
“Who is it?” You called out before checking the peep hole.
Hesitantly, you opened the door, “Uh, why’d you come all the way up here?” You asked, looking at the mailman up and down.
The mailman smiled politely, “I was advised to give this to you personally,” He turned to reach inside his bag full of packages and mail and took out a black slick envelope, “For you, miss.”
You took the envelope letting out a small thank you.
After the mailman left, you closed the door, looking down at the envelope. In beautiful white calligraphy, your name was written on the back.
You opened it without hesitation.
You never felt so shocked in your entire life,
This invitation is to inform you that you are invited to the Annual Masquerade Ball at the Wayne Manor this coming up Friday night at 9:30pm. This invitation was sent to all the citizens of Gotham, we do hope you can attend this beautiful night. Please be sure to wear appropriate clothing. The theme will be black and white.
The Wayne Family
It took a few seconds for you to comprehend what you just read. You re-read the invitation over and over again just to make sure it’s real. Before you knew it, you were screaming with joy.
The invitation said that the theme is black and white, but you wanted to break that rule. The gown you bought was the most beautiful blood red dress you have ever seen. Not only did it compliment your curves, it was also elegant with a bit of sexy. You also bought black heels, because of course black goes with everything, and a black mask with elegant twirls.
It was now the night of the ball and you were walking up the stairs towards the entrance of the Wayne Manor. The door was open, and a butler was standing near one of the double doors. He was checking invites with a strange flashlight.
He checked all of the invites of those who were in front of you, now it was your turn.
You put on your mask, and walked up towards the butler.
The butler has a British accent, “Good evening, miss. Hope you have a wonderful night,” He says with a warm smile as he waved the light on the invitation. You saw a familiar symbol when he did that but couldn’t really make out what it really was. Your best guess was that there was something written there, but in invisible ink, “If you need anything, just call for Alfred, that would be me.” He finished and smiled again before handing your invitation back.
You smiled at the adorable old man, letting out a thank you. He didn’t notice the fact that you were breaking the dress code because of the long black trench coat you wore above your dress.
Without anyone looking, you took off the trench coat as you walked in.
As you walked in the manor, you had to open another set of double doors.
The ballroom was beyond spectacular. Music was playing, people were either gossiping or just chatting, but as you walked through the doors everyone literally stopped what they were doing and turned to you.
The attention was nerve wracking, you were the only one wearing a different color. Women were wearing either white or black and so were the men.
You mentally shook off your nervous thoughts and walked around looking for a certain table that has a card with your name on it.
“Who is she?”
“Why is she wearing red?”
“Attention seeker probably.” Someone snickered. You turned your head as you reached your table, glowering at the girl who said that about you. You felt a sense of victory after she pathetically cowered away.
You turned back and sat down at your table, letting out a short sigh.
“Oh come on, I can beat you in an arm wrestling match any day, bet.” I said to the little demon a little over dramatically.
Damian never stopped talking about this new “game” he learned in school yesterday and wanted to start an arm wrestling match with literally everyone in the house.
Except Alfred, he knows he shouldn’t mess with Alfred.
“Is that so, Todd. Well, if you would like to lose this bet then-” His gaze was drawn to somewhere else. His jaw dropped, which was really shocking, he never did this before since he’s always scowling.
Except when he’s asleep, I hate to admit it but he looks fucking adorable when he sleeps, “What are you looking at?” I asked as I turned my head towards the entrance.
It was like something from a book. She caught everyones attention by just opening the double doors. My mind turned blank when I saw her. After the Lazerous Pit, my mind was fucking messed up. That pounding you hear after listening to very loud music, imagine just hearing that every second. She just made everything quiet. All this anxiety just…disappeared.
Ever since the Lazerous Pit, I couldn’t stop thinking about that damn clown, I’ve always felt empty and cold inside. But this girls just made me feel like fireworks have erupted in me.
I finally felt peace.
I looked down, glaring at Damian, “Excuse me, sit the fuck down you’re like 4.”
He closed is eyes, folding his arms across his chest stubbornly, “For your information Todd, when I was 4 I climbed-”
“Yeah yeah I know whatever.” I interrupted him by pushing him towards our table.
Damian started yelling at me in Arabic but before he could even stab me, I made my way towards the girl. She was sitting at the table on the other side of the room.
I strode over, making sure my cologne was still making me smell like a million bucks.
I was only a few feet away when I finally got a real good look of her, her (h/c) hair wasn’t up in any style, it was loose.
And that dress really, really suits her.
She seems like she was in her own little world when I arrived at her table, not noticing I was even there.
When I spoke up, “Hey, I’m Jason.” Her attention was finally on me.
Her smile took my breath away. Right at this moment, I knew that this would be the start of something amazing.