Burn with Jason Todd
Here is the part 2 of The Reynolds Pamphlet+ Congratulations with Jason Todd! I hope I did this favorite song of mine justice!!!! I hope you enjoy;)
Pairing: Jason Todd x reader
Prompt: Hi! Can you write a continuation to the Jason ToddvHamilton fic inspired by the song “ Burn”?
Warnings: Burning stuff, cursing, and angst!
You sat at the kitchen table surrounded by hundreds of letters. You were currently analyzing each letter that Jason had wrote you, looking for any proof that he stopped loving you and what made him want to cheat on you.
The front door opened, revealing your sister Angelica. “What are you doing here?” You turned around to face your older sibling.
“I went to go visit Jason. Telling him off like the big sister I am!” She expected to get a laugh out of you, but instead you shrugged your shoulders as you turned around to continue analyzing the letters in front of you. Angelica started to say something else when-
“Could you please leave, I’m in the middle of something really important.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, still wondering how Jay could write like he was running out of time.
Angelica looked at you with wide eyes, but dared to say nothing as she walked out of the apartment. You looked at the pile of writings. A newer piece of paper caught your eye, as you began to read it, tears slid down your face.
“My Dearest, (Y/N),
Wow, I can’t believe you’re real and I get to spend my life with you. I know that I’ve been busy lately and I’m sorry. Convincing big O’ B can be hard. I hope that you can forgive me for missing our date! I promise I’ll make it up to you ;).”
That letter was dated only a few weeks ago. You searched through other letters only to find that they all dealt with him missing something to talk to Bruce. Something was happening right before your eyes and you couldn’t see it! How stupid could you get.
Just as you were about to put the letters back into the box you kept them in, an idea struck. Quickly, you grabbed the box and a lighter. As you went into your apartments alleyway, you dumped the paper into a pile and took your lighter out.
“I’m erasing myself from the narrative. Let social media wonder how I reacted when you broke my heart. You’re the one who tore this all apart.” You lit the pile of papers on fire. You sat down, leaning against the wall, looking at what you just did.
“I hope that you burn,” you say as the small fire died out. Little did you know that Red Hood had watched the whole thing.