Tarnished Hero || Jason Todd x Reader||
《 A/N: This was written to ease my mind of boredom. Don’t know if there is going to be a part two. Even if I was going to add another part what was I going to base it off of. Anyways enjoy. Also sorry for spelling mistakes and grammar.》
Gotham City the most corrupted place I have ever been or seen. It wasn’t better than Metropolis nor were the people, most of the citizens in Gotham are crooks and psychopathic villains. I fit in the category of being a crook and I work for a psychopathic villain. I should address him as a supervillain though because he is one. Black Mask, my boss, isn’t just a simple villain you come across and live. He is great with melee weapons and even better with hand-to-hand combat. Black Mask taught me to fight with firearms and had me train all sorts of fighting styles. Once my skills were perfected, Black Mask brought me into the world of corruption. By the time I was eighteen years old, I was his personal bodyguard. I was at his disposal.
“I just got word. Boss is on his way with [Name] so look sharp.” One of the mobsters adorning a black mask spoke on the comm sending the message to all the others armed with firearms. Batman pressed on his earpiece and hid in the shadows watching as the men walked around aimlessly. “It’s a shame. That bodyguard of his, you know [Name], she’s just a teenager.” The mobster closest to Batman spoke setting his gun down on a table. “So what, you got a soft spot for that twit?” Another spoke nudging the other with his gun. “No, but she can end up dead or something. I mean who can be so close to boss?” Batman listened carefully to the conversation.
If the girl was so close to Black Mask, Batman wouldn’t have to always track his men down and just find this girl to get details. “You need to focus more on this job rather than a girl who can take care of herself. She could kick Batman’s sidekick out of Gotham if they ever threatened boss.” Batman waited until Black Mask showed up at the warehouse where the drugs were supposed to be delivered. The doors to the warehouse opened and more of Black Mask’s men came in followed by Black Mask himself and the girl [Name] by his side. Unlike her boss and the men around her, [Name] didn’t bother to hide her appearance. The female had [h/c] hair and [e/c] eyes. She looked around the area to see if everything was in place. She walked to a table that had various drugs and weapons in order. Black Mask walked behind her and examined the items himself and looked back at his men. “I want everything placed in the trucks. [Name], scan the perimeter and come back when you’re finished.” She nodded her head and did as she was told.
Outside was peaceful and the silence put [Name]’s mind at ease. Not hearing Black Mask bark orders anymore relieved the headache she developed on the ride here. [Name] looked around once more and decided she should go back in the warehouse. On her way, she reacted to gun shots and yells quickly enough to notice that Black Mask was in danger. Yes, her boss was in danger and that panicked her. As she ran to the warehouse, her mind was racing with questions. Nobody in the right mind would attack Black Mask when he was armed with new weapons. But she did hear from the other guys about Batman and Robin. She also heard another name that was repeated: Red Hood. “Quick! Batman is here!” Great, just great. This was her first time that she would have to fight the Batman along with Black Mask’s men at her side. At least, she wasn’t fighting him alone. She ran in the warehouse and dodged the batarang that zoomed at her hitting the wall with a clanking sound. “That was close.” She muttered to herself and found Black Mask shooting at Batman who effortlessly dodged the bullets himself.
[Name] wondered if Batman aimed the batarang at her on purpose or was just bad at aiming. She grabbed the weapon on the floor and ran to Black Mask’s side. “Sir, we need to escape if you want the items safe. Your men and I can handle this.” She reassured, but her boss was a stubborn man. “Are you telling me to run away!” Black Mask asked rage getting worse by the second as the gunshots ringing within the warehouse never seized. “Sir, I’m trying to keep you safe. That’s my job. Now let me do it.” With a growl, Black Mask turned his back on the female some guys following after him to make sure he gets to the safehouse with all the items. “[Name]! What do we do? Batman can-” [Name] held the batarang in her hands and scanned the area listening to the mobster beside her ramble on. Her mind working fast to find a solution where she doesn’t have to confront the man who seemed to destroy every mobster in his way. “Retreat!” She yelled and watched as Batman charged her way. [Name] quickly dodged his grip and saw barrels with flammable chemicals inside on her left side. That’s it.
The men listened to her order and ran off in different directions so they won’t lead Batman to the safehouse. Her brilliant idea would have worked if Batman hadn’t tackled her to the ground. With a grunt, [Name] let go of the batarang in her hand and gazed up at Batman’s mask for the first time. His eyes glared daggers at her, but he wasn’t as intimidating as Black Mask because she knew Batman didn’t have it in him to kill someone. “Where is Black Mask heading?” His deep voice echoed in the empty warehouse. She shrugged her shoulders looking off to the left. “I don’t know. Black Mask doesn’t tell me anything.” Batman tightened his grip on her wrists and she winced in pain. “I wasn’t looking for an excuse. Tell me.” He ordered and [Name] looked up at his mask again, “I said I don’t know. Can’t you hear or are those ears of yours just for show?”
A gunshot followed by a grunt from Batman reached her ears and that was an opening for her. The bullet found its way into Batman’s shoulder and she dug her finger in that wound to put him in greater pain. With a yell, Batman was pushed off of [Name] as she made her way to the batarang, but she fell face first into the concrete when Batman grabbed her by her foot. He pulled her toward him. She let out a sigh and roundhouse kicked him. He staggered backward and [Name] grabbed a gun off the floor that was left by someone and shot at the barrels that leaked the flammable substances. Batman ran after her, but to keep some space between the masked man and her she aimed the weapon at him and began firing. Some bullets landed while others missed completely. “Hey! You got a lighter?” She asked the mobster who came back to ‘save’ her looking at Batman. Her gun stopped firing, but was still trained on him.
The mobster walked over to her his gun also aimed at Batman, “No, but I got this.” He handed her his cigarette and she took it. “This will have to do it.” She looked up from the cigarette to land on Batman and his killer glare. “It was nice meeting you. I heard so much about you from Metropolis, but I never knew you were this strong and intelligent.” She watched the liquid slowly reach her foot, yet pulled away before it got on her shoe. “It’s also nice to know someone is willing to get rid of crime, but knowing Gotham it will birth others. You’re not immortal, so why waste a talent like yours to fight for a city that will never go back to its golden days?” She awaited his answer, but he didn’t respond, “Typical. You question others wanting answers, but when others do the same you don’t answer. A hypocrite you are, Batman.”
With enough said, [Name] dropped the cigarette in the liquid and watched as flames erupted. She pulled back from the heat, the flames divided Batman and herself. Batman watched as she and the mobster retreated for good. “Alfred, contact Superman.” He ran out of the burning building and got into the batmobile driving quickly to the batcave to find more about Black Maks’s personal bodyguard, [Name]. “Master Bruce, is everything alright?” Alfred asked on the other side of the earpiece. “I remember Clark mentioning a name at one of the meetings not too long ago. Her name was [Name].” Bruce responded making sharp turns down the streets of Gotham City. “Oh yes, [Name] [Last Name]. She was an intern for the newspaper Mr. Kent worked at. Although she went missing a few years ago. Is something the matter?” Bruce sighed, “I believe I met her tonight. She’s Black Mask’s personal bodyguard.”
“Thank you for helping me out back there.” [Name] said running next to the mobster that looked at her. “Black Mask would have killed everyone if he found out you were taken by Batman.” She smiled at the man and nodded her head, “Yeah, he would have.” “I don’t think this situation is a laughing matter.” A voice interrupted their conversation and on [Name]’s right she saw a man with a red mask that covered his whole head running with her. [Name] and the mobster stopped running and the other guy stopped as well with a little distance between them. “It’s Red Hood!” The mobster yelled pointing his gun at Red Hood. [Name] believed that she was cursed. In one night, she met the Batman and is now standing in front of Red Hood. Who’s next? Batgirl? Robin? Doesn’t matter, she just needed to get out of this sticky situation. “You’re useless to me, so I’ll end this quickly for you.” Red Hood shot at the mobster without a second thought. “Hey!” She yelled at Red Hood who killed her savior. “That man wasn’t useless to me.” She was on guard and stood in a defensive stance. “Where is Black Mask?” He trained his gun on her.
She was dead. Yeah, this guy wasn’t like Batman. He had no problem killing. What was her proof? The dead mobster on the floor. “If only you were with Batman, you should know that I don’t know where Black Mask is.” She watched as Red Hood walked towards her and she stood her ground. Not wanting him to know she was afraid. “Where is he?” Red Hood asked again and [Name] internally groaned. Is every vigilante in Gotham City deaf or something. [Name] reached the back of her, underneath her shirt where the batarang was. “Okay, fine. Black Mask has this hideout near the docks. It’s his safehouse.” She said and Red Hood placed his finger on the trigger. “Thanks, doll.” Before he could pull the trigger, [Name] grabbed the batarang and threw it at Red Hood. The batarang caught his brown jacket and made contact with the wall. “Cool.” She whispered and saw Red Hood trying to take the batarang out of the wall. “I see you’re in a dilemma, Red.”
[Name] watched in amazement as Red Hood still tried. “What did you do to make it this stick in deep.” She had no answer for him. “I just threw it. Is it really that strong?” She asked looking at the batarang. “Screw this.” Red Hood began to fire at [Name] and she dodged the bullets. Thank goodness that Black Mask had her train when under immense fire or else she would have died like her friend. “Well it was nice meeting you as well, Red, but there’s a bed calling out to me and I don’t want to keep it waiting.” Still dodging, [Name] hurried out of the alleyway without looking back. Red Hood stopped firing at the female and sighed, “Now what do I do?”