He’d broken up with you, a year together and you got dumped like that? After being childhood friends and finding each other again after so long, spending nights talking while on patrol together, taking his side against the others, overall being supportive and understanding to him he threw it all away. You were the one unsure about even formally being partners given the fact you were both vigilantes and that could cause conflict, he knew you were part of this life, just like him, but he still refused to admit he was worried for your well-being.
Now just after a month of things having ended you ran into him on an assignment, you curse Nightwing for it he was the one that gave you the lead on this one, given the fact he was away with Starfire helping the Young Justice team currently.
You’re watching some mob goons trying to crack a deal with penguin’s men, for what it’s unknown. Penguin himself is nowhere in sight. Your blood is boiling, but not because of the job itself, but because Red Hood—Jason Todd: your ex— is here. It is in his ‘territory’ at the end of the day, but you hoped he hadn’t sniffed this out, especially because Grayson assured you he had this under wraps.
Of course he came in and announced his presence by lurking up on you from behind. He pins you against one of the crates in the warehouse, causing you to go into high alert until you realize who it was, which turns into anger.
“Why are you here?” He doesn’t ask, but demands a response from you.
“Same as you, on a job.” You push him away, you hate that he’s here and you know that’s gonna make you lose your focus.
“You shouldn’t be here.” It’s an air tight statement. He still towers over you but backs off some.
You scoff at his words, what is he thinking acting like he cares. “That does not matter to me anymore.”
You see him freeze some at your words, almost as if he’d forgotten about what he’d done. You walk away keeping your eye on the men below, your job isn’t to stop anything, it's to listen in and report back, only get involved if things get bad.
Jason follows your step, you can tell his attention isn’t even on the men below, but focused on being some sort of bodyguard to you in case of anything. He never used to be this way, you two used to work as equals.
“Stop it.” You turn around and face him, “stop whatever the hell you’re doing.”
“You should leave, you have no business in this.” His reply is cold.
“Again not up to you.”
“Stop being so damn stubborn and listen to me.”
Neither of you is paying attention now and your voice came out louder than you meant it to and before you know it you hear shouts from the men below, the sound of a gun going off follows. You duck and curse this whole damn situation, it was a simple ‘watch, record, send’ mission where any combat was completely unnecessary.
Jason doesn’t waste any time and grabs his guns from his holsters and shoots down two of the men. “Get out of here!”
“Hell no.” You don’t have anything but a damn grappling gun which will have to make do, you can fight though you’d trained with the Bats in the past. You pull the grappling gun out and aim it right at one of the crates, you practically fly down kicking one of the men right on their head knocking them hard onto the ground.
You’re glad there’s only about seven men, between you and Jason you manage to knock out five of them, the last two rush away back into the van and speed away. Jason is still shooting behind them managing to pop one of their tires, but they continue on their way.
Watching the one simple thing you were asked to help out on fall through like that frustrates you, it’d been the first job you’d been given since the day you got dumped it was gonna get you back on your game. But it failed thanks to him.
He’s walking toward you, he seems pissed, you’re both pissed, but why in the world is he being like this, babying you.
“You screwed everything up for me, damn you!” You want to get a word in before he can.
“Why the hell did you come down here, you were supposed to get away, I- we can’t have you getting hurt or worse.” His hands are on his hips, he’s lecturing you, he’s lecturing you just how you’ve seen Bruce lecture the Robins. He’s just like him but too damn stubborn to accept it.
You kick at a bullet shell on the ground, this is torture this whole night is torture to you. “You’re the only one here who knows what worse is.” The words just slip out, you regret saying it instantly, you can see him tense up.
He lets out a sigh and slouches over a bit, he’s disappointed. “That’s a goddamn low blow, especially from you and you damn well know it. Stop being so stubborn, can’t have you dying on the team.”
You want to apologize to him but your ego won’t let you, you don’t want to admit you feel bad for hurting him like that, when he unremorsefully hurt you. “I can handle this, you just saw me do that.”
“Listen to me will you, I get you’re mad at me but look,” He brings a hand up and wipes at your arm. “You damn well needed my help, look at you.” He’s almost shoving his gloved fingers that now have your blood on them in your face.
You look down, it's not bad, but clearly a bullet grazed you. “Fuck.”
Before you know it he’s pulling out a bandage and wrapping it onto your arm, you didn’t know he carried that with him till now.
“I just want to keep you safe,” he admits, avoiding looking away from his bandaging.
“Jay, I won’t stay in a bubble just cause you want me to. I chose to do this, I know the risks. Is this why you dumped me, you think I’ll stop doing this if I don’t have my partner? How little do you think of me?”
He takes a deep breath, “I don’t want to see you like this, I need you to be safe. You’re … the one thing I have.”
The words make your heart crumble a bit and your gaze softens, he’s so carefully bandaging you even while mad, you know he cares, you’ve always known that. “I care about you too, I really do, but you can’t do this.”
He seems defeated, likely understanding what you mean. You know he has a habit of pushing people away when he starts to care about them so you understand, but it doesn’t change the fact he hurt you.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles out, it sounds almost pathetic, but he means it you can tell he means it. “I need you Y/N. I thought I could manage without, but I was wrong.” He’s being so vulnerable it’s out of character for him, but he needs to get it off his chest to let you know.
You wanna stay mad at him, but you can’t, he’s never been so open about his feelings before. As you reach for his hand you look at him, but all you’re met with is his shiny red helmet. You move your other hand, press the button to disengage it, and carefully remove it from his head.
His hair is all messy and his facial expression looks defeated. You can tell he hasn’t left his apartment much due to the fact his white streak of hair is growing out and the dye has faded making the rest of those strands look like a murky green.
As you place your hand onto his face he leans into the touch and closes his eyes, he’s been craving your touch, it makes all your anger fade.
“Going for a balayage with the streaks?” It’s a light tease and a way of accepting him back into your life.
He pulls you into a tight hug, nuzzling his face into your shoulder. He moves away but still holds you as he looks at your face.
You reach up and play with the peeking white streaks before grabbing his chin and pulling him into a kiss. He lets out a small moan into it. If you were honest you also missed him, more than you’d like to admit to anyone.
His hands move to your hips, “I’m sorry I hurt you.” The words are breathless, he’s clearly been forgiven but he still wants to apologize. His hands pull you even closer, you both know it’s crazy to be making out where minutes ago you two fought some guys and had just been arguing. You both know though your relationship has always been unconventional in many regards.
“Y/N,” he practically moans out before moving to your neck and lightly kissing it making you feel electric.
“Let’s go to my place, you can finish patching me up there.”