✰Who's that under the helmet?✰
⤿ Characters: Jason Todd/Red Hood | Reader (No use of Y/N)
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⤿ Genre: Fluff | Comedy
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⤿ Background: In hindsight, he hadn't seen you in a week, so when he saves you from a group of drunk guys bothering you while you're waiting for your cab home, you're really a sight for sore eyes—should've kept his mouth shut though.
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“You look really hot tonight.”
“Excuuuse me?”
Jason's eyes go wide, not that you could see. Frozen at what he just said to you.
“Did you just save me so you could hit on me?”
“Uhmmm wait no, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Uh uh uh.” deep voice “‘yOU lOk ReAllY HOt’ isn’t hitting on someone?”
“I me-mean you look really nice.”
“Yea sure, save your excuses for someone who cares.” You roll your eyes. “Can’t believe I thought you were a hero, but you probably just use that get up to get laid or something,” you spit out, face in utter disgust as you begin to walk away.
“Hey wait, no its not like that,” he tries to grab your arm as you walk away but you yank your arm away
“Watch it buddy”, your voice dripping with venom, “I have a boyfriend who’d knock you out if you try to touch me again.”
Jason’s left dumbfounded because he is your boyfriend but there is also that tiny thing about him not mentioning that he’s the Red Hood, he’s in-between a rock and a hard place at this current moment.
“Umm..” unsure of how to proceed he figures it's best he leaves. “Look I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything, I’ll go,” he gestures to the opposite direction, “that way”.
“Mmmhmm that would be best…”
As you walk back towards the restaurant for a taxi, he hears you mumble “creeps, Blüdhaven vigilantes wouldn’t treat me this way” quietly to yourself. He waits around the corner out of sight until he sees you get into a taxi home, with you safe and on route home he heads back to his warehouse.
"Damn, why did I say that?"
He’s sitting down at the warehouse, feet up pondering over your earlier interaction, trying to figure out if he should be hurt or proud at how you defended yourself. You did happen to look amazing but maybe complimenting you in a dark alley with his Red Hood mask wasn’t the right way to let you know.
Right as he’s cursing himself for being an idiot, his phone buzzes from his pocket. One. Two. Four. Seven.Eleven message notifications pop-up on the screen, all from you. When he unlocks his phone to check the chat, he’s bombarded with more messages, some in all caps, some with a concerning amount of exclamation points and question marks, and of course several vomiting and angry emojis. All aiding in your recount with quote that sleazy jerk Red Hood unquote. He reacts with a thumbs down to your messages, empathizing on how much of a weirdo he was. He even offers to “beat the guy for you” but you dismiss it saying you’d do it yourself if he came around you again or anything.
Going home was going to be so much fun—now to go with his gear on or not.
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⤿ Disclaimers and Credits: All rights for the drawings of Red Hood go to comic artists and Webtoon WFA artists. Pictures and art not owned by me.
⤿ Author's note: I did think to add more on when he goes home...but I wanted to see the response of just this first. Please let me know if you'd like the full version because I love elaborating~!
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