HYPNOTISED: A Jason Todd/Red Hood x OC Fan Fic

Summary: Snippets of a blossoming romance between Jason Tood/Red Hood and an original character (named Ima), with other DC characters in supporting roles. Jason falls for a waitress at a diner he frequents with his best friend, Roy Harper. When she is caught in the crossfire between him and Black Mask, he is determined to protect her at all costs. What he does not expect is her falling for him, too. And how much she becomes a part of his – and the Batfamily’s – life.  

** Not strictly canon. Romance + fluff + minor angst. A lot of Batfamily feels. Title from the Coldplay song. Currently 10 chapters long, each one to be posted separately due to length. Editing may occur, depending on inspiration. 🙂 **

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight

Three

“Nah. Non. Nein. Net. And for the last time, no.” Roy was rarely this firm with his decisions. This was serious. (Also, he knew that many languages?)

It had been two days since the warehouse incident. Once Jason and Ima had gotten out of the warehouse, comm signal had improved drastically. He contacted Roy immediately, telling him to rendezvous with Batwing at a secure location. They were to deliver the briefcase to an off-shore branch of S.T.A.R. Laboratories. By the time the paramedics arrived on scene, he had strapped Ima behind him on the back of his motorcycle, doing his best to be gentle. She was unconscious and bruised, but otherwise stable. The safe house had enough equipment to deal with injuries ten times worse than what she sustained, and he was focused on getting her out of there as soon as possible. As he was about to speed them off, he heard Roy’s voice over the comm a last time. “You gonna be good, Jay? Because if you don’t make it out of there alive, I’m gonna have to kill you.” He would never admit it out loud, but the concern in Roy’s tone was reassuring. He grinned under his helmet. His best friend always had his back.  

But maybe just not today.

"Roy -”

“That waitress from that dump of a diner?! Two days, two days, and you couldn’t even send me a text that you were having a little slumber party??” The accusatory finger was dangerously close to Jason’s chest. On another day, that would have warranted a breaking of bones, but he was admittedly at fault for not giving Roy a heads up.

“Her name’s Ima. And I would’ve introduced you two the last time we saw her, but you were upset -”

It indeed had been the last time he saw her. At least until the incident at the warehouse. Neither of them suggested that they exchange numbers. Accidentally crossing paths was good enough, it seemed. Well, that wasn’t completely true. He had his way of knowing where she would be and when. But he had not anticipated the warehouse incident. At the diner, at the Wayne Foundation library, on a crowded street. It didn’t have to get any more complicated than that. Yet.

Besides, he had been caught up in dealings with criminal overlords as undercover work for Batman, Incorporated. He saw it as a good opportunity to close in on Black Mask. And as much as he itched to be with her, he could not put her in harm’s way. She did it herself, he thought bitterly. The irony.

Jason Todd did not do dates, or relationships, or coming home to someone, or growing old with someone. The last woman he felt strongly for was a mother who betrayed him. With everything that had happened to him after the Lazarus Pit, distrust and guilt continued to plague him. He still felt that he had to earn love.    

“Yeah, well, nothing’s changed there! So, don’t you for one second think that I forgot about how she almost ruined our friendship! I can’t believe you just -”

“Will you please keep it down? She’s still asleep -” Way too much drama for 2:30 AM.

“- brought her into the safe house! Our safe house! Not a hospital, or a precinct, or a dumpster -”

“Roy, why the heck would I leave her in a dumpster?” 

”- but in the one place we keep hidden from everyone else -“

"Nightwing and Red Robin crash here, like, every other week -”

“- so that bloodthirsty d-bags like Black Mask wouldn’t have our asses handed to us so freakin’ easily!”

“Will you please…” Jason began rubbing circles on his temples. No mediation technique from the All Caste could quell the headache that was building up. They had been going at it for almost an hour and the worst part was that Roy had a point.  

“You have any idea what the cops would do to us if they found out we were harboring a potential state witness? Dude, I don’t know about you, but I’m kinda enjoying being on their good side for once. A ‘working relationship’ with the cops, Jay. How may vigilantes do you know can brag about that?” He held up a hand, “And before you say Batman -”  

"It’s not safe for her. We don’t know which cops are on Roman’s payroll. Besides, we can probably ask my old man to have a word with Gordon if it came down to it.”

“Yeah, because Daddy Bats gives in to all your demands, right?” Roy scoffed, reminding Jason of his precarious standing with his adoptive father. “In case you didn’t know, the role of irresponsible, overly trusting crime-fighter has already been taken. By me. You’re supposed to be the level-headed one in this safe house, Jason.” Full name. This really was serious. “Safe house? Should we even call it that anymore -”

“Just shut. Up. Roy. Please.”

The finality in Jason’s tone made the tirade stop. A soft thump indicated that Roy had slumped down on the giant beanbag across from the couch he sat on.

“Look,” Jason said, resigned, “None of this is… ideal. And I’m so sorry for dragging you into this. You have every right to be angry with me. You’re one of the few people I trust with my life, but I guess I wasn’t ready to talk about this thing Ima and I have -” This thing? “…If it’s anything to begin with, that is. It’s… new territory to me, man.”

It was his turn to stand up and pace, running his hands over the back of his neck. “When you and Starfire started dating, you two could barely look me in the eye every time I caught you alone together.” He paused and looked over at Roy, whose arms were crossed, but now had a softened facial expression, as if in contemplation.

“That kind of relationship was new to both of you. And it was so mind-blowing-ly amazing that it took you a while to process it. Your words. Now, Kory, she’s one of us. She understands what this life,” he said, gesturing to their surroundings, where high-tech gadgets and weapons sat in plain view, “entails. We’ve lost count of the battles she’s fought alongside us. Gangs. Magicians. Aliens. She gets it. But, Ima…”

He paused, saddened by what he was about to say. “This isn’t her world. She was once a street rat just like me. An orphan just like me, let down by the system. Except no one like Bruce came along to offer her a better life. She works herself to the bone for a measly salary, being felt up by jerks twice her size as she fetches them coffee, just so she and her younger brother wouldn’t be out on the streets. Her eyes would light up every time she talked about him. And now he’s gone…

“She never mentioned that he was working for Black Mask. As far as she knew, he worked at the docks. I’d never gotten around to mentioning to her that I was Red Hood, either. The same way I kept putting off telling any of you about her. It’s not that I didn’t trust you. I just… wanted to keep her out of this world of ours. To keep seeing her smile in spite of the weight of everything she’s already been through. She’s become my world outside of this one.”    

Roy stayed silent. He had not moved since Jason started his heartfelt confession.    

“Right now, she needs my help,” Jason continued. I know I’m not being myself, trusting someone this easily. But she’s not just someone to me anymore. And she needs someone to trust, too.” He headed to his room, to check up on Ima, who was snoring lightly on his queen-sized bed. He did not mind sleeping on the couch for a few days if it meant giving her a little comfort. “I’m not asking for your help. You don’t deserve any more burden from me. All I’m asking for is a little patience until I figure out how to keep her safe.”  

And just as he was about to enter the room, he heard Roy stand up behind him. “You’re an asshole, Jaybird.”

"Yep,” Jason sighed. “Glad we got that covered.”

“An asshole who’ll need my help.”

HYPNOTISED: A Jason Todd/Red Hood x OC Fan Fic

Summary: Snippets of a blossoming romance between Jason Tood/Red Hood and an original character (named Ima), with other DC characters in supporting roles. Jason falls for a waitress at a diner he frequents with his best friend, Roy Harper. When she is caught in the crossfire between him and Black Mask, he is determined to protect her at all costs. What he does not expect is her falling for him, too. And how much she becomes a part of his – and the Batfamily’s – life.  

** Not strictly canon. Romance + fluff + minor angst. A lot of Batfamily feels. Title from the Coldplay song. Currently 8 chapters long, each one to be posted separately due to length. Editing may occur, depending on inspiration. 🙂 **

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight

Two

Two months ago…

“Anything else?”

He was trying to say “a cup of coffee to go”, but nothing came out. He had ordered the waffles for him and Roy just fine, until he looked up to see… her.

Ima Jiwe.

Two finger snaps. A throat clearing.

“I told her you wanted a cup of coffee to go. You ‘kay, Jay?”

The waitress was gone.

“Um, yeah,” Jason replied, sheepishly. “Thanks.“ 

"Duuuuude,” Roy said, slapping him on the chest from across the table. “You have got it baaaaad for her.” 

Jason swatted his arm away. There was no point denying it now. When he was not busy doing idiotic things, his partner was good at reading people. Or, maybe he was just that obvious?  

“Why don’t you just ask her out, man? That puppy dog expression you have every time she passes by our table started out cute, but now it’s just downright pathetic. Plus, you keep insisting that we eat at this dump, and I’m pretty sure it ain’t for their world class instant cups of Joe.”  

"Their waffles are pretty good,” he replied dryly, trying to change the subject. “Blueberry. Yum.”

"Whatever. Just admit it. You come here for the view,” Roy said, wagging his eyebrows. He watched as Ima served coffee to an old couple two booths away from them. “I have to say, it ain’t bad. Not bad at all.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “And her voice. And he way her hips swing when a Temptations song is on,” he muttered.

"What was that?" 

“There’s something… special about her, Roy.” He sighed. “Like sunshine on a cloudy day. Or, you know, whatever,” he said, eyes trained on the piece of tissue he was folding into a swan. Did he just quote a Temptations song? The things she made him do.

"Ha! Sunshine, your green spandex-covered butt! I always took you as more of a night prowler.”

“Thanks for making me sound like a creep,” he laughed. “She may seem like the quiet type at first. But, man, the things that come out of her mouth? Funny as heck. She’s smart, too. Like, really smart. And classy. Plus, she’s really into books. And not just any kind. The classics, Roy! I mean, you’ve seen my shelves at home. She quoted Art of War once, out of nowhere. Art. Of. War. Come on!” He could barely contain his giddiness at the memory.

"And you know all this because…?”

At seeing Roy’s confused expression, Jason felt guilt gnaw at his insides.

“Wekindaalreadydo,well,youknow,hangoutsometimes.” He spoke so quickly that Roy assumed only The Flash could understand it.  

"Excuse me?”

“We, um, hang out sometimes,” he repeated at normal speed. Before Roy could open his mouth to respond, he held up his hands in mock defense. “Only when, you know, we’re not out on patrol, or on a case, or…” He trailed off. Obviously.

“How long has this been going on?”

“Five, maybe, s-six weeks.” Roy rarely used such cold tone with him and it was making him a little nervous.

"Huh,” Roy said simply, crossing his arms. “Six weeks. You mean those weeks I kept asking you to hang out with me? Practically begging you to? You kept telling me that you were headed to the manor for some ‘family bonding time’,” he said, emphasizing the last three words with air quotations marks. “Man, was I such a meathead for believing you. I mean, it was just too damn weird to be true, right? But I did anyway.” He jabbed his finger accusingly at Jason’s chest. “Because you. Said. So.”

In his anger, the redhead’s trucker cap fell under the table. Jason picked it up and dusted if off, using the moment to calm his own nerves. It was hard talking to Roy when he got this way. They were causing a scene.

"Roy, we weren’t exactly on the best of terms. It wasn’t like you were answering any of my calls either – ”

“Did you know that I almost relapsed because I felt so alone? That Oliver kicked me out again?” he said, slamming his fist on the table, startling a mother and a little girl behind them, “All the while, my best friend in the entire world was off playing house with some chick he just met and wouldn’t even bother to tell me about it, you lying sack of -”

Before Roy could finish the thought, Ima showed up at their table carrying a couple of paper bags, a concerned look on her face. “Hey, is everything alright? Some of the customers overheard raised voices -”  

“E-everything’s fine,” Jason said, trying his best to sound casual, while Roy continued to scowl.

“Okay, then,” she replied cautiously, looking back and forth between them. “So, the ham and egg sandwich are in this bag, and the waffles are in the other one. I added more blueberries when Mrs. Cobb wasn’t looking. I know how much you like them,” she said, giving Jason a wink and handing them their takeout.

Roy chuckled sarcastically. “Cute.”  

“Roy,” Jason said warningly.  

“And, of course, the Joe for the road,” she finished, handing Jason the steaming cup.

“Thank you.”

“So, this is goodbye again, huh? Off to a new adventure?” Jason did not miss the sudden shyness in her voice, or the way her eyes looked anywhere but at him.    

“Something like that, yeah,” he replied, grinning.  

“Well, don’t be a stranger.”

 “I’ll do my best.”

He stood up, scratching the back of his neck, and leaned in a little closer to her. “Hey, um…”

Roy obnoxiously cleared his throat, getting both their attentions.    

“Bye, Jason.”

He watched as her tiny frame walked – no, swayed – away, like she did in his dreams. 

HYPNOTISED: A Jason Todd/Red Hood x OC Fan Fic

Summary: Snippets of a blossoming romance between Jason Tood/Red Hood and an original character (named Ima), with other DC characters in supporting roles. Jason falls for a waitress at a diner he frequents with his best friend, Roy Harper. When she is caught in the crossfire between him and Black Mask, he is determined to protect her at all costs. What he does not expect is her falling for him, too. And how much she becomes a part of his – and the Batfamily’s – life.  

** Not strictly canon. Romance + fluff + minor angst. A lot of Batfamily feels. Title from the Coldplay song. Currently 8 chapters long, each one to be posted separately due to length. Editing may occur, depending on inspiration. 🙂 **

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight


Now I’m hyp- hypnotised

Yeah, I trip, when I look in your eyes

Oh, I’m hyp- hypnotised

Yeah, I slip and I’m mesmerized


Now I’m hyp- hypnotised

Yeah, I lift to a permanent hight

Oh, I’m hyp- hypnotised

It was dark

Not it’s sunrise


One

In and out. That was the original plan, a simple extraction mission.

Word had gotten out that an exchange between Black Mask and a Russian mob boss was going to take place at an abandoned warehouse by the Gotham Bay docks: a billion and a half dollars for a briefcase that contained a classified Kryptonian substance that could be weaponized, and in evil hands, possibly set off a third World War.  

It was no surprise that Black Mask and his crew had not thought twice about doing the exchange in an unsecured location. It was an open secret that Gotham’s finest, save for Commissioner Gordon and a few others, would turn a blind eye. After all, they had the criminal to thank for their overseas vacations and fancy cars.

Preoccupied with mentoring a new Justice League of America, Batman put Red Hood up to the task. Arsenal was only too happy to be part of the action. “Just like old times, Jaybird!” the former Green Arrow sidekick had exclaimed. Though it had already been a year since the two Heroes-for-Hire disbanded over “professional differences”, they picked up where they left off easily. In spite of their constant bickering, they grounded each other and worked efficiently as a duo. (Plus, they both secretly missed the banter.)

The plan was to slip past the guards and into the container truck. After getting a hold of the briefcase, they were to evacuate immediately before alerting the cops of the exchange. “By taking the briefcase out of the picture first,” Bruce had explained, “we remove any leverage Black Mask has over us and keep the substance out of GCPD’s reach. I’ll explain everything to Jim when this is over. But for now, we can’t afford any slip-ups.”

But, clearly, life had other plans for Jason that day. When one of the guards he had beaten up begged him for mercy, he begrudgingly relented. Then, the second he turned his back, he heard radio static from the man’s chest pocket; the others were alerted of the hostile take over. He almost regretted his self-restraint, internally cursing at Bruce for showing him the high road. The Russians panicked and opened fire. Chaos ensued.      

So, there he was, just a fifteen minutes in, already running in zigzag lines to evade scorching flames and falling debris. His body was trying to keep up with his mind as he outweighed the risks of each potential exit route. Black Mask had ordered his men to burn down the warehouse, trapping him, Roy, the Russians, and whoever else was left.  

“Uh, Jaybird? I think this is our cue to go. Like any. Second. NOW,” Roy yelled, watching steel beams crash around them. He was down to two trick arrows that were of no use to the situation at hand. And unless they had some sort of deus ex machina, their only option for survival was to make a run for it. Roy went ahead, clearing a path for his best friend to run through.

Jason was about to follow when he heard a whimper behind some oil drums. “Gimme a sec, Roy!” Did he imagine it? Did someone need help? He crept towards the sound, both revolvers cocked just in case he was wrong. He could make out a silhouette with soft curves. A woman? Taking a deep breath, he quickly grabbed her from behind, stifling her scream.

"I’m not gonna hurt you,” he whispered to her ear. Unless she made him. He turned her to face him, and his breath got caught in his throat. The deep hazel eyes, the full brown lips, and the smooth ebony skin that haunted his dreams… now covered in soot. What was she doing here?

He would get his answers later. He slowly uncovered her mouth. She stared at him with wide eyes, clearly petrified. Then, as if she regained her senses, pounded her fists on the graphene-plated symbol on his chest. He winced, knowing that it physically hurt her more than it did him.

He held her close, dodging falling debris as he ran them towards the only opening in sight. Almost tripping over a fallen cargo box, he heard an explosion. The oil drums. He let go of a breath he did not realize he had been holding.

Roy was nowhere to be seen, and Jason hoped desperately that he had already made it out in one piece.  

"Let me go! Ugh!” she shrieked, kicking at him. If it was not for his reinforced codpiece (Dick’s idea), he would have been wailing in pain on the ground. He dragged her behind a post, just inches away from a falling block of charred wood.

The more she struggled, the harder it was for him to sprint them towards the nearest exit. There was no way he was leaving without her. But if they were to make it out of there alive, she had to calm down. And he realized that an emotionless mask with a voice modifier was less than comforting. A desperate time, a desperate measure. With a press of a button at the base, his helmet unlocked. Pfffttttzzz. “Let me try that again,” he said softly, cupping her cheeks, “I’m not gonna hurt you.” The sound of his real voice must have calmed her down because he could feel the tension leaving her body.

He could hear the sirens from a distance rushing towards the blazing warehouse.    

“Jason…,” she coughed out, before passing out in his arms.