๐ฆน searching for love ๐ฆน
pair: jason todd x gn!reader
plot: your shift at a small bookstore is about to end when a handsome stranger walks in five minutes before closing
A far off chime sounded from the old grandfather clock, signaling the passing of another half hour. That meant it was 8:30, and more officially, 30 minutes past closing time. Normally, you would have been packed up and locking the door by 7:58, eager to get home to your grouchy cat, messy room, and half-written research paper. There was nothing normal, however, about the six-foot something man with biceps the size of your head, meticulously browsing the shelves of your bookstore.ย
Well, not yours, but the number of shifts you picked up having to pay the bills for your not-so-cheap Gotham apartment had basically made this place your second home.
So when the very fit and handsome stranger walked in a mere five minutes to closing, you lingered a little. Behind the counter at the front of the store, of course. It was far too scary to go and ask him if he needed helpโyou would run the risk of embarrassing yourself further.ย
Earlier, when he had entered, you made the mistake of welcoming him with a rushed โGood Morningโ despite the full moon visible through the store windows. He had glanced in your direction, nodded, and walked further into the store, going to start his long search of whatever it was he came here to look for.ย
Which, by the looks of it, he found.ย
He set the books down near you, looking at an assortment of random trinkets and bookmarks displayed on the counter.ย
You smile, recognizing the titles. โAre you a fan of Austen?โย
His head sprung up as though he hadnโt been expecting you to speak to him. โUh, yeah. Used to read some of her stuff when I was younger. Thought Iโd pick them up again.โย
โAh, I see. Pride and Prejudice is one of my favorites.โ Looking up the titles on the rather out-dated computer, you ring them up on the register.ย
โThen Iโll be sure to read it first.โย The corners of his mouth twitch up in a semi-smile as his hands retreat into his leather pockets. An odd choice to zip a leather jacket all the way to his chin, but who are you to judge? It's only now you're looking that you notice the scars littered across his face, as well as the few wisps of stark white hair across his forehead. You look down into his eyes, and though it was only a fleeting moment of prolonged eye-contact, it made you feel far too vulnerable.
ย Looking away and vaguely remembering some staff meeting about professionalism, you read the total amount due to him. โCash or card?โ
โUhโcash.โ His face blanks, and he blinks twice before digging through his pockets. His brows furrow. โSorry, Iโฆโ his hands pat down his cargo pants before his shoulders slump. His face turns to one of slight annoyance. โI lost my wallet.โ
โOh.โ Frankly, you donโt know what to do in this situation, and by the looks of it, neither does he. It's a little awkwardโdo you suggest he trace his steps? Call the bank to pause all his cards? But heโs paying in cash. Oh god, a thought crosses your mind. Is he a criminal? Fortunately, your mouth speaks before you even process what's coming out of it. โI couldโฆput these on hold for you, if you want?โย
He runs a hand through his hair, and it's embarrassing the way your eyes track the movement. โI wouldnโt want to be a bother. It's my fault, anyways.โย
โItโs not a bother, it happens to the best of us,โ leaning over the counter, you point to a small poster with store hours. โI work tomorrow and Wednesday until closing if you want to come in around this same time, but I could tell my other coworkers of the situation if you come in a different day or time.โย
Silently, he stares at the poster. You recline back to your standing position, mentally slapping yourself for sharing your work schedule with a complete stranger who could very well be a criminal. A hot criminal.ย
โ...You close at eight?โย
โYes sir, every day except for Sundays.โ Thank you for finally showing up, customer service voice. He frowns, lifting his arm and pushing the sleeve of his leather jacket up before looking at you in shock.ย
โYou're closed right now?โ he asked, though it sounded more like a state of a fact.ย
You start to fidget with your clothes. โTechnically speaking, yes.โย
His hand flies to his face, semi-face palming. โShit,โ he starts to back away slowly towards the door. โI am so sorry, I didnโt know.โย
You smile at his panic, feeling a little amused despite yourself. โItโs okay, donโt worry about it.โย
โNo, it's horrible, Iโm horrible.โ You canโt help but let out a small chuckle at his apologetic demeanor. By now he's halfway out the door, but turns back at your laugh.
โTrust me, itโs completely fine. Iโll keep these,โ you lift up Pride & Prejudice, โbehind the counter. Good luck finding your wallet!โย
To that he nods, leaving and walking down the sidewalk in a rush. You stand for a minute, replaying the strange yet exciting interaction, hoping that the man would come again to claim his books.ย
You were absolutely going to text your best friend about this when you got home.ย
โฎ โ ห๏ฝก๐ฆน โ๏ฝกยฐโฉย โฅย โฉห๏ฝกโ๐ฆน๏ฝกยฐโโฎ
Jason Todd had lost track of time. Maybe it was the warm lighting that made the strain on his eyes decrease, or the soft music soothing his aching head, or the various earth-tone decorations that made him stay longer than he intended. He had only meant to hide for a couple minutes, enough to get Condiment King off his trail and onto Tims. That was until he spotted Pride & Prejudice on a shelf with the exact cover of the one he read in Bruce's library when he was younger. Blaming it on nostalgia, he picked it up, and before long the quaint bookstore became less of a hideout and more of an actual store.ย
In all honesty, he could have spent the rest of his patrol in the place if not for an angry text from Tim cursing him out; something about going MIA and getting the mustard and ketchup smell out of his suit. Snapped back into reality, he found himself with a rather large amount of books he definitely couldnโt fit into his motorcycle bag.ย
Through little internal debate, he lowered the amount to three books, Pride & Prejudice, 1984, and This Is It, chastising himself as he made his way to the front. It was reckless spending so long hiding when he was supposed to be out on patrol. Hell, his helmet and guns were thrown behind a dumpster in an alleyway down the street! For all he knew, they could be stolen and pawned by some homeless person.ย
But there was just something about this store and its ability to make him lose track of time.ย
He hurried to the register, glancing at the super-hero themed erasers. He spotted some of his family's personas, grimacing inwardly. Ever since coming back to Gotham, they had been pestering him to join them at the manor outside of vigilante duties. Personally, he would rather be shot ten times beforeโ
โAre you a fan of Austen?โย
He looked up, a little spooked. Did he totally forget that there was another person here, working? Maybe. Scrambling his head for a response proved a daunting task, and that smile you were giving him wasnโt helping. โUh, yeah. Used to read some of her stuff when I was younger. Thought Iโd pick them up again.โ
โAh, I see. Pride and Prejudice is one of my favorites.โ You looked through the books, ringing them up on your computer. You seemed almost pleased with his choice in literature.ย
โThen Iโll be sure to read it first.โ That knowledge, for some reason, makes him happy. From what he remembers, he also enjoyed the tale of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy when he was younger.ย
He put his hands in his jacket pockets, slouching a little more than usual as he studied your clothing and your face. You were young, probably around his age and good looking, working at a bookstore; definitely not anyone dangerous. He knew his height and build tended to intimidate people, and despite its uses when he wore the mask, off-duty he rather disliked it. He didnโt look kind or soft the way you did. Conscious of his build and the darkness outside, he did what he could to hopefully put you at ease.ย
You turn back to the register, clicking a few buttons. โThatโll be $14.33.โ you look back up at him. โCash or card?โ
โUhโcash.โ Legally, he couldnโt use cards since he was supposed to be six-feet under. He moved his hands around in their pockets, trying to find his wallet. โSorry, Iโฆโ Patting down his pants, he inwardly groans, remembering leaving his wallet in his safehouse of the week before going out for patrol. โI lost my wallet.โย
โOh.โ Yeah, he's a dumbass. โI couldโฆput these on hold for you, if you want?โ Your voice is hesitant and he swears on everything he will always check if he has money in his pockets before entering another establishment ever again.ย
Running a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he picked up on, he waves you off. โI wouldnโt want to be a bother. It's my fault, anyways.โย
โItโs not a bother, it happens to the best of us,โ leaning over the counter, you point to a small poster with store hours. You're still talking to him, but he looks at your face, noticing small details he hadnโt before, like the unique slope of your nose, the shade of your lips and how delicately your lashes fall over your eyes. When you stop talking, he averts his gaze at what you pointed to.ย
โOpen Mon.---Fri. 10 A.M. to 8 P.M., Sat.---Sun. 12 P.M. to 5 P.M.โ He reads it again, trying to remember the day. Damian wasnโt on patrol, so it was a weekday. โOpen Mon.---Fri. 10 A.M. to 8 P.M.โ He rereads it once more in confusion. Given the darkness outside, there's no way it wasnโt past eight already.ย
โ...You close at eight?โ he hesitantly asks.ย
โYes sir, every day except for Sundays.โ If you were closer, he probably would have teased you about the customer service voice. He checks his watch. His whole body freezes as he reads the time.ย
His head whips to you in confusion. โYou're closed right now?โ
โTechnically speaking, yes.โ You seem almost bashful as you answer.
Instant mortification fills his body, and he could hit himself for what heโs done. Not only did he unintentionally skimp out on patrol with Tim in a bookstore, potentially scaring the innocent and hot worker, but he wasted that workers time by wandering around for thirty fucking minutes past closing.ย He starts to leave, apologizing to you, and despite your assurances, he canโt bring himself to face you knowing heโs kept you working later than you should. He's halfway out the door when he hears you laugh, and he momentarily pauses, turning halfway to face you.ย
โTrust me, itโs completely fine. Iโll keep these,โ you lift up a book, waving it at him, โbehind the counter. Good luck finding your wallet!โย
His throat seems to close up, and whether it's from embarrassment or that smile, he canโt tell. Nodding, he quickly leaves the store, walking in long strides back to his gear. Guilt, shame, and confusion all pile up inside him as he puts on his thigh straps, holstering the guns he put a little more care into hiding. Zipping down his leather jacket, he puts his helmet on, which immediately reconnects to his line with Red Robin. He's met with instant accusations and threats.ย
โWait for me down Fourth and Main, Iโll be there at nine.โ He murmurs quickly, grappling to the top of the nearest building before disconnecting from the line. He perches over the edge, watching the lights in the bookstore shut off before you run out, closing and locking the door.
He takes extra care to keep himself hidden from your sight, ducking behind various rooftop structures and grappling to different buildings, silently protecting your late walk home. Itโs only when youโve entered your building and he sees a corner apartment window light up that he leaves.ย
Heโll return to that bookstore tomorrow.
