How the Batboys would react to their s/o dying the same way they did- Jason Todd
You frowned at the sight of Gotham’s most hated and feared clown, the Joker. He and his deranged girlfriend, Harley, have been wreaking havoc ever since they broke out of Arkham Asylum. AGAIN. You were tired of this bullshit, and Jason was, too. The “no killing” rule was starting to get on your nerves, even if you weren’t apart of the great Bat Family. A mercenary like yourself shouldn’t even be close to them, but ever since you met Jason when you were training with the All Caste. You joined him when he formed The Outlaws, and stood by his side when the team fought against the Untitled. After that, you and Jason returned to Gotham and found out that the clown prince broke out once again. You were on strict orders to observe and report their actions from daddy Bats, but he never said you couldn’t use a sniper to watch him. Currently, he was joyriding in a stolen vehicle and causing mayhem on the streets. You couldn’t see Harley in the car with him, but you knew that she would soon appear.
“(S/H/N) to Red Hood, the Joker is in my sights, but Harley hasn’t shown up yet,” you spoke through the comm.
“Copy that. I’m about a few minutes from your position, I’ll catch up with you soon,” Jason said.
“See you soon.”
You started running across the rooftops and following the speeding car. When you were falling behind, you grappled from building after building, and shot a tracking device on the trunk. You smirked and linked the tracking device to Jason’s gear, knowing that he would like to know where the maniac is. The tracking device led you to a shutdown amusement park, which you thought was a waste of space. Why is there so much wasted space in Gotham? You knew that tons of money went to crime lords and corrupt politicians and businessmen, so that was one of the many reasons Gotham was wasting away. You landed on top of an attraction that had the perfect cover for keeping an eye on the Joker.
“Oh Harley, I’m home!”
You frowned when Harley didn’t appear to welcome her lover home. Footsteps behind you made you realize that this was a trap. You turned around and had a mallet hit you right on the side of your head. You collapsed on the ground and tried to pull yourself up, but the world was spinning too much.
“Nighty night, sweetie!”
You groaned when you regained consciousness, the pounding in your head and nausea informing you that you have a concussion. The ringing in your ears did not help you focus, but you were able to take in the scene around you. You were on the floor inside one of the attractions at the amusement park, but you didn’t feel any rope or handcuffs on your wrists or ankles. You tried to move your arm, even to just twitch your finger, but your whole body was paralyzed. You steadied your breathing, knowing that keeping calm is the best thing you could do right now. You could see all of your weapons on a table at the far corner of the room, but you knew that you still had your tracking device embedded in your arm. It would take a lot to brake that device, and you knew that Jason was on his way. After a few minutes, laughter could be heard from behind you. The laughter grew until you heard a door squeaking behind you, hinting that you are in some deep shit right now.
“Look, Harley, the little hero is awake!!” Joker cackled.
When he was in your line of vision, he was swinging a crowbar and whistling a tune you weren’t familiar with. You felt your heart beat faster and faster as he inched closer to you with the crowbar in hand. You willed yourself to move, but you only managed to twitch your index finger slightly. Harley grabbed your limp arms and cuffed your hands to chains hanging off of the ceiling. You were on your knees with your hands suspended in the air when the first swing from the crowbar connected with your stomach. His cackles overpowered your gasps and heavy breathing.
“It’s been awhile since I’ve done this, but I think I’m getting the hang of this!” he said and swung the crowbar at you again, hitting your ribs over and over again.
The beatings continued for what seemed like hours, but you knew it was only a few minutes.
“Puddin’, he’s almost here!” Harley shouted, interrupting Joker’s swing.
“Oh well, looks like we’re cutting our playtime short,” he chuckled and walked over to the door. “I definitely had a bomb, but I guess I had a little bit more fun than you. You are awfully quiet, but I guess it’s just your brooding character.”
The door was slammed shut, leaving you alone in the room beaten and broken. You were finally able to move your fingers and pick the locks on the cuffs. You fell face first onto the ground, but you were able to slowly crawl to the door despite your broken ribs and injuries. You were able to reach the handle of the door, but it was locked. A sharp pain erupted in your arm and you retracted it away from the handle, knowing that Jason would soon be here to save you. You heard a beeping noise and froze. Once you gained the courage, you slowly looked over to your left and saw a bomb timed to go off in a minute. You placed your hand on the door behind you and pulled yourself up, wincing when the pain was too much. You went to the table that had your weapons as quickly as you could and returned to the door. The timer had thirty-eight seconds left when you shot the handle off and rammed into the door. You lost your balance and fell onto the floor once again, but you refused to give up. You pulled yourself up again and used the wall for balance to escape as fast as you could. When you were finally able to see the exit, you were relieved to know that this was almost over. You clutched onto your gun and continued to the exit until a gunshot echoed throughout the hall. You collapsed and screamed, the pain erupting from your abdomen flooded your senses.
“I just knew you were going to escape!” Joker stated and aimed the gun to your head, “I am so glad I stuck around to see your last moments.”
You gave Joker a bloody smile before shooting him right in between his eyes, “If I’m going, I’m taking you with me you psychotic piece of shit.”
You tossed your gun to the side and leaned your head up against the wall. You knew that your time was up, and all you had on your mind was Jason. A few tears slid down your cheeks as you thought about the future the two of you wanted but will never get.
“I’m sorry, Jason.”
Jason was only a few feet away from the entrance when the building exploded and went up in flames. He was knocked down by the force of the explosion and screamed your name. Once he was back on his feet, he ran into the building and found your bleeding body right near the Joker’s dead body, which he left to burn in the flames. He cradled your broken body and immediately checked for a pulse, but found nothing. He ripped his helmet off and tossed it to the side. His blue eyes looked at your injuries and knew that there was no way to revive you. He wiped the tears off of your face, only to have his own replace yours. He knew that he shouldn’t have involved you in this. He knew that he should have left you with Roy when Bruce called him. He looked back at the burning attraction, feeling relieved that Joker was finally dead. His heart breaking overpowered that feeling, making it useless to find the pros of your death. He knew that you would tell him to move on, but he couldn’t. He gathered your body in his arms and contacted Roy, telling him of the new mission that required his expertise. Jason knew the consequences of using the Lazarus Pit, but you were stronger than he ever was.
TRY HARD. we filmed this one in the uk too it wass super cold and rainy that day ahah. but we had the whole of blackpool amusement park shutdown for us which was awesome… we also filmed some of the fam being epic at our london show in islington !! X
During the US government shutdown in October of this year, Trevor was one of the few who had access to the park: “I still worked and lived in the park during the shutdown, but there weren’t any tourists! We all had the park to ourselves. During the sixteen days we were closed, I camped on Half Dome and Eagle Peak, hiked Mt. Hoffman and the Ledge Trail, and did countless other things that I could have never done if it wasn’t for the shutdown.”
Not even 9:30 on Monday morning, and I’ve already had an “I don’t want to be a friend of convenience for you” conversation with someone.
I was also lectured by the passport lady about how Obama specifically chose to shut down the national parks during the government shutdown last year. “He picked and chose what he wanted to close because of Obamacare.” When I explained that the only things “open” that were also federally funded were things that were essential to national security and safety… like forecasters with the NWS and folks in my office that map wildfires in real time. No budget? No one can work. “Well, I may not be the most informed, but…”
LADY. You are working in a FEDERAL building. Please stop talking. I pinky promise not to even mention that it was your party that shut everything down.
(Just smile and nod, Brenna. She can accidentally lose your application. Don’t make her angry.)