Underworld (Jason Todd x Reader)
Summary: You’re a crime boss and Jason takes over Gotham’s underworld.
Warnings: non, I guess. It’s kinda bad and sucks tho
You notice right away you are not alone. And considering the fact whoever sneaked into the warehouse was able to sneak into the warehouse makes you shutter.
Deep down you already know who it is.
And you wish desperately you are mistaken.
You try to act natural. The men working for you haven’t notice, being unaware of their environment like children.
The Red Hood took over Gotham’s underworld by storm, but with his skills it’s not surprising.
You’re not a bad person… you just work in a bad business.
A business where it’s easy to make enemies.
“So, look at that,” a dark voice calls. You raise your hand, stopping your people from shooting blinding in the dark corner of the ceiling. “Aren’t you a little too beautiful to run such a business?”
“Thanks for that slightly sexist statement, Robin,” you click your tongue and cross your arms.
The Red Hood.
He was Robin before Joker killed him.
Research is your superpower.
You don’t bother to care how he came back to life.
He jumps from the ceiling, landing right in front of you. You grin. He is tall, has thighs you really want to sit on and arms that could crush a skull. A red bat is embellishing his chest. “I suppose you already heard how things are working now.”
“I did indeed.” You nod. Half of Gotham’s drug bosses are dead thanks to Red Hoodie. You aren’t gonna pick a fight with him.
“Good.” He points his gun at you before putting it away. “Hey, no one had to die that’s pretty great.”
“Amazing.” You roll your eyes and walk him outside. The red helmet is a pretty smart move. No one sees the emotions that his face could give away and in a fight emotions can be easily used.
It’s also good for safety reasons, you suppose.
“Cheer up, (Y/N). It’s not much of a change for you anyway. You don’t sell to kids, you treat your girls right.” He did his homework, too.
“Yeah, I have morals… shocking.” You open the door for him, letting him step out. It is a grim night. It has been raining previously and instead of washing away the dirt of Gotham it makes it even worse.
He nods towards you and you return the gesture.
The door clicks shut again. Better a Bat ruling Gotham’s underworld than someone like Joker right?
“You were assigned to keep them safe!” You yell and bring your hand down on the table harshly. The man sitting in front of you jumps. He isn’t daring to look at you let alone move a single muscle. “Two girls are dead, because you were doing whatever, I don’t care!”
“I’m sorry, boss.” He pleads below a whisper. Is he, though? You’re not in this position because you tolerate mistakes. Everyone deserves a second chance, well, under normal circumstances. You pull your gun out and shot him right between the eyes. You take a deep breath and close your eyes for some seconds. “Julian,” you say, looking at your right hand. He nods, knowing the drill.
Throwing your jacket on you walk to the car.
Your throat tightens. It was never your favourite task to check the girls apartments to find out where their relatives live so you can break the sad news to them, but it is all you can do. They deserve it after all.
You park your car and get inside the apartment Judy and Jasmine were living in. Everything is nicely decorated. A lot of pillows and blanket make it cozy.
“What are you doing here?”
You point your gun at a red helmet. You heart races and your eyes are wide. He only managed to sneak up on you because your mind is somewhere else. “What are you doing here?!”
“I asked first.” He snaps like a child.
You put the gun away again and start looking through their stuff. “Two of my girls died yesterday. I’m looking for numbers of relatives, anything.”
“So, that’s why you shot that dude.” He concluded.
You stop and turn to him. His body seems as hard as wall. Is he working out a lot or does all this come from vigilanting? Is his face matching the body, though? What if he has no teeth, or worse, rotten ones. “Are you stalking me, Hoodie?”
“Checking if you follow the terms.” He corrects you.
You scoff and find their phones. They might as well are your best clue, but you keep looking anyway.
“I don’t get it,” Red Hood says. “How did you become a fucking crime leader? I see why you are now, but why in the first place?”
“I tell you if you take the helmet off,” you smirk and arch an eyebrow, challenging. It’s worth a try right? You were just really curious.
He chuckles. His gloved hands raise to his head and the scarlet helmet clicks open. You bite your lip as your eyes meet his rich blue ones. His hair is so dark it almost appears bluish and you’re sure he killed foes with that jawline and cheekbones before.
“We should fight and have angry sex,” you suggest honestly. “But, well. You know, Hoodie. I realized Batman is achieving squat. You can not wipe crime from the streets of Gotham, all you can do is control it.
I’ve lost people, that was the trigger if you want so.
I cannot stop prostitution, but I can try to keep them save and treat them right. I can’t stop gun trafficking, but I can control more or less who gets them.”
“Wise words.” His voice is clearer now. It’s making your skin shiver.
“That’s exactly what you’re doing, too. You wear a bat on your chest it’s pretty obvious in your case.”
“I’m not like Batman.” You notice you hit a nerve. Maybe being Robin was not the best thing that could happen after all. Well, he died as Robin. It surely wasn’t for him.
“You’re stronger.” You say and you mean it. Is it hard to not kill? You think it’s harder to kill and live with it.
“Oh, and just ask for a date and don’t stalk me.” You wink before looking through the night stand that once belonged to Judy.
“I don’t do dates.”
“Well, angry sex then?”