Pest Control! (Spider Person! Reader)
Part II
-> Part I
-> Part III
Jason just wants to go to bed, but instead he has to deal with a spider. GN!Reader
[I am a casual DC enjoyer, I'm not following any canon and if I accidentally mischaracterise characters- please shoot me]
Jason didn't want to be having this stupid get-together; his apartment was a dump on the best of days, but his brother's had practically highjacked the place- something about not wanting Bruce around to kill the vibe of their shenanigans, and when Jason rightfully questioned why Dick didn't just use his own apartment, he was met with playful roughhousing and not an answer- tricky bastards.
So he was here, sitting on his ratty couch, sipping a beer and chatting shit with Roy as his brothers and their other friends/acquaintances milled around his somewhat spruced-up apartment, decent music playing in the background (Stephanie had commandeered the function playlist). There was a half-decent snack table, and Dick wasn't being entirely too insufferable yet- Jason and Tim had hidden the karaoke machine that he brought. Jason could see Wally and Dick hunting for it from his peripheral vision; he snickered to himself.
They'd never find it- he had tossed it into the dumpster below from his fourth-story apartment balcony. The best-case scenario is that it was broken beyond repair; the others would thank him and Tim for sparing them from the no-hit wonder duo.Ā Moving to get himself and Roy another beer from the fridge, Jason's attention is arrested by a knock at the door. Just how many people did his idiot brothers invite?
You look up when your new neighbour's door opens to reveal a total hunk of a guy, tall and muscled, scarred and handsome- isolated strands of white hair at his temple that kissed the rest of his black hair. 'Well, hello, sailor', is all your brain manages to put together as you blink at the man.Ā
"Hello, do I know you?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.Ā
"Oh- uh, no," You startle back to attention, smiling guiltily for blatantly oggling your neighbour two seconds into meeting him, "I just moved in next door, I haven't managed to catch you to say hi, but uh, I heard the music and figured you'd be in. I brought cookies." You hold up the bowl of homemade chocolate chip cookies.Ā
The man blinks, green eyes flicking from the cookies to your face to the cookies again in a manner that reminds you all too much of a distrustful stray puppy, "You're not from around here, are you?"
"Uh- how did you figure?" You chuckle awkwardly.Ā
The man crosses his very well-built, beautifully biceped awooga awooga arms, casually leaning on his door frame as he looks down at you. "Well, one, that accent ain't exactly common for a Gothamite and two, no one's this nice around here. It's more trouble than it's worth to be."
"Observant and handsome, but I promise I haven't poisoned the cookies or anything," You manage a playful wink. Internally, you're already picking apart your words and screaming at yourself- was that too forward? You're weirding your pretty neighbour out, god damn it, he's going to figure out you're a loser- you totally wanted to appear to be the cool but sweet neighbour, mysterious and charming.Ā
Jason lets out a small huff of amusement, but before he can say anything else, two sets of chins settle on his shoulders. "Who's at the door?" He hears from Wally at his right shoulder, and from his left, he hears Dick whistle lowly, already putting on that irritatingly charming smile of his, "Jay, you didn't say you were inviting a date?-"Ā
"Not a date, dumbass." He shoves the two off with an irritated huff. Wally promptly takes the opportunity to snatch a cookie and take a bite before anyone else can. His eyes widen, and he moans at the taste, "Oh my god- these are amazing, well if you're not Jason's date, how'd you like to be mine?" Wally grins at you like a complete dork.Ā
You blink before laughing at the playful flirtation, "Oh, well, hello to you too."
Jason feels slightly irked at Wally's forwardness. You'reĀ his neighbour, the one seemingly decent -albeit potentially a little naive- one he's had in a long time- why is this redheaded idiot already trying to make a pass at you? "Don't listen to him, he's certifiably mentally impaired."
"Hey, that's not true!-" Wally protests, muffled by the cookie in his mouth.
"-I don't know about that, he might be onto something," Dick teases Wally and yelps when the redhead tackles him back further into the apartment. Jason can hear Artemis' disgruntled yells at being barged into and M'Gann's laughter.Ā
You're still standing there, luckily for Jason. You're not completely freaked out by his idiotic friends; in fact, you smile somewhat longingly, "Lively bunch."Ā
"Yeah, lively enough to wake the dead. Sorry for the noise," Jason finally accepts your sweet gift, the bowl looking smaller in his larger hands, "Hope you don't work early tomorrow, they probably won't leave till later."
"Oh, no, it's fine," You wave off graciously- definitely not a Gothamite- too nice and friendly, "Jason, right?" You ask with a playful questioning furrow of your brow.
He nods, and when you give your name, he mutters it back, "Thanks for the cookies."
"No problem, neighbour, I hope to see you around more." Little did either of you know, you would be seeing more of each other, way more, under the cover of leather and spandex and without knowing just who exactly the other was, but you would.Ā
