It Takes One to Know One [Jason Todd x Reader]

"Oh fuck me sideways—"

Today was not going well. At all.

About a week had passed since you and your new squad of vigilante buds had gone to Colorado to hunt down this thing called an Untitled, something Jason had a grudge against. You'd finally found out why later on; Jason was raised by the All Caste post Batman, which to your understanding were like cool monks with magic, it's also how Jason was revived, along with this thing called the Lazarus pit. Jason kept his backstory short. "I died, got dumped in the pit, the League gave me to Talia who gave me to Durca, and here I am. A zombie bitch," was the usual story. That aside, the three supers had buzzed off on some sort of lead for a thing involving Kori, and were in space, maybe? It's unclear. You got a voicemail from Roy but it kept cutting out. You swear your heard him say something about a random date of Jason's showing up with them like some wannabe Emma Frost from X-Men, but you chose to ignore it and blame it on bad signal.

On the bright side, you four had found a decent apartment complete with an internal washer and dryer, already installed WiFi, and recently replaced pipes and appliances. Real fucking nice considering it's Gotham, and with Jason getting on better terms with his adopted dad, the real estate for it was being titled in your name. You owned the joint. Also meant that one of Jason's brothers was going to come by and help install security.

Or well, he was supposed to.

Tom, or was it Tim? You don't really remember, but he was supposed to come by and help with the locks and setting up some sensors and a direct line to the Batcave (you still didn't actually know who or what Batman was, you just knew the name and that apparently he trained Jason) just in case you needed help and none of your roommates were around.

That was about four and a half hours ago.

Jason's brother was a no show and you had gotten yourself tangled in an SI job meeting at GCSU, getting out late. Not like it mattered, your only other appointment didn't fUCKING show up. You were a little peeved. A lot peeved. Being late is one thing, but ditching is a whole different thing.

Also? You'd grabbed some groceries on the way back, and one of the bags ripped, and that's where you are now. Shoving a box of saltines into your backpack and a bottle of some sort of juice in your pocket. You were very much not at all having a good time in any respect of the word.

Making it back to the apartment, you practically kicked the door open. You just wanted to take a goddamn nap. It's cold and rainy and you're SAD and your fucking sNacks are squished now. Today sucks ass.

You made it two steps in before something moved in your peripheral vision, and you hit it with your intact plastic bag of shitty pastries. You were not in the mood. Your friends are out in goddamn outer space possibly dying, and there's some rando in your apartment, and you just!! Want!! To nap!!

"Woah, woAh, chill. Jason sent me!"

You stopped your assault, glaring down at the kid(?) you were beating. With a plastic grocery bag. Of plastic wrapped shitty danishes. At least it wasn't a coin sock or anything. Or a butter sock like from that one weird show Roy watches when he drinks too much.

The boy looked like he hadn't slept in six years, and his hair was a little greasy. He was wearing pretty much all black, and looked like a little goth hobo, but that's just high schoolers. His eyes are what left you snapping out of your mood. They were an icy grey that was nearly blue, and extremely piercing. Jason's eyes were more of a blue green color, they were on the darker side and softer when you were involved.

Why did you know Jason's eye color in detail was a mystery to you. Probably had to do with the fact that you checked him out a lot, although you never would admit it. Not like it bothered anyone, Roy and you had come to a mutual kid of bro bond. It was like one day, actually it was specifically three days after Middleton, when the two of you tried kissing and it felt wrong for both parties. Just because romance wasn't up you two's alleys doesn't mean you can't be idiot best friends. He taught you how to make a homemade pipe bomb and Jason, as the voice of reason, had to stop you two from using it.