#danny and jason have a bit of a rocky relationship - he's not good enough for jazz!! she deserves way better than some two-bit gangster!!

[gilbirda]

The Impostor

For DPxDC Week!

Day 2: Mistaken Identity.

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Finally, finally, she managed to convince Jason to take his damn medicines and lie down, his quiet snores slowly filling his bedroom. He looked so peaceful as he slept, one cheek pressed against the pillow and one hand reaching out to her - she had promised to stay at his side as he slept and took his hand to comfort him while the fever was still going down.

But he had eaten, his injuries were taken care of, no sign of infection and his temperature was fine. He just needed to sleep it off-

His phone started vibrating, startling her. She glanced at Jason since he was a light sleeper, but apparently the fever and the painkillers knocked him out enough to be dead (ha) to the world.

She checked the phone, not knowing who the caller was. Could be important, could be from his vigilante work. She picked it up.

“Boss!! We have a situation!” There were explosions in the background, and gunshots. “It’s an ambush! Argh-!”

The call disconnected.

Soon, the phone started receiving multiple messages - goons asking for help, details about the ambush from a gang that was trying to make Gotham their territory and had been harassing Jason and his people for a while, reports of injuries and losses.

This couldn’t wait, these people needed help from their boss. They didn’t know he had infiltrated the enemy base a few days ago and was still recovering. They didn’t know he couldn’t answer the call.

People were dying. People were going to die. If Jason didn’t do anything, they were going to lose.

But she couldn’t lose her boyfriend.

Not when they were doing so good after learning each other’s secrets. It had been rocky at first, discovering there were big parts of their lives they had been hiding; but in the end they discovered their love for each other was stronger than the hurt and decided to stay together. Their relationship was strong now, stronger than before.

Enough for her to know that Jason wouldn’t want her to reach the Bats for help.

The decision, in the end, wasn’t that difficult.

Jazz had helped Danny and the others fight ghosts since forever and she only stopped when she moved to Gotham for her new job. She was trained and was very resilient, she was liminal, and she knew enough about Red Hood’s patterns and modus operandi to make a decent imitation.

She also had inside information he had shared with her about this petty war with the new gang. Jazz knew who they were, where was their base of operations, who she had to take care of to make the war end. It shouldn’t be hard - Jason left them very weak after his assault a few days prior, and with the ambush to Red Hood’s base, they probably left their weak spots open to attacks.

She could do it. No sweat.

The only thing left to check was if his suit actually fit her. She was tall, an inch or two taller than Jason; but she wasn’t as big and muscular as him.

Only one way to know, she guessed.

Quietly and carefully, she fetched everything she would need from his room and started working on trying it on. She had helped put on (and take off, she thought with a slight blush) the suit enough times to know what to do.

It fit. Surprisingly, it fit too well. Who knew they were the same size? Kinda. In the shoulders part it was a bit too loose, especially the jacket, but nothing too obvious. Also the reinforced chest piece was firm enough that it masked her breasts if you didn’t look too closely.

Now, what to do with her hair…

An idea! It would have to do because she was in a hurry, but she had some wig caps from the last Halloween party - she went as Morticia Addams and had to wear that stuffy black wig for the whole night. It was worth it, but still.

Hair secured and gear in place, she checked that the weapons were all ready and strapped them on the holsters. Just in case, she also hid her retractable bo staff in the jacket.

Now, time to fake it till you make it.

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Jason woke up with a start. What had woken him up? Why was he asleep? He remembered Jazz trying to make him eat some bland porridge stuff she made for him and then fighting her when she insisted he slept-

He really fell asleep, huh.

There was a buzzing sound in his bedroom, which was what woke him up. His phone.

Who the fuck was calling?

Rubbing the sleep away, he quickly went to check and maybe scream and whoever had the guts to wake him up at whatever time in the morning it was.

It was his older brother.

“What-”

“What the hell were you thinking?”

Jason blinked slowly. He hadn’t done anything that deserved this reaction, not recently at least.

“Going after the Chiefs like that? Are you crazy?”

Huh. He did go after them a few days ago, he was still dealing with the fallout of a bad escape attempt, but nothing recent.

“What are you talking about? I’m at home right now.”

There was silence from the other end of the call.

“Check the news.”

Jason walked to his living room TV and turned it on, changing to the news channel and finding-

His eyebrows went to his hairline. Indeed, there was a live report in front of what Jason recognized as the Chief’s home base, where a live shootout was going on. Just as the reporter was trying to give a recap, there was an explosion in the background and the building kind of crumbled down on its own.

From the flames a figure emerged. One he was used to seeing in the mirror.

“What the fuck-”

Red Hood, in the flesh, grappling away from the destroyed base with a body tightly tucked under one arm. The impostor landed with a thud next to the reporter lady and nodded at her, dropping the unconscious body of the leader of the Chiefs and kicking him to make him roll to her feet. The man was beaten, gagged and tied up, watching with wide eyes at the impostor towering over him.

“And don’t even think about selling drugs to kids again.” The impostor said, the modulator masking anything about their own voice.

Jason narrowed his eyes, ignoring Dick’s screams from his phone about rushing into things and being reckless. There was something familiar about the other Hood, the way they held themself and were trying hard to imitate him in a way that would fool the untrained eye.

Other Hood did a salute at the camera and grappled away. The news channel switched back to the station as the anchors started discussing Red Hood’s latest antics. Jason switched off the TV.

“ - can’t believe this. Do you know-”

“That isn’t me, Dickolas.”

“Then tell me who the fuck desses up as you? Even better, who would steal a spare suit and impersonate you-”

“I don’t have spares. Just spare helmets. My spare was too fucked up to even think about repairs.”

Jason rushed back to his room, opening his drawers and checking that, indeed, his stuff was gone.

There were few people who had access to his apartment, even less who could enter his bedroom. And only one who knew him intimately enough to copy him this well.

The living room window carefully opened, the intruder quietly stepping into the room with a heavy sigh.

“Stuffy…” He heard his girlfriend’s voice, confirming his theory.

He hung up on Dick without warning and walked out of the bedroom, finding Jazz shaking her hair, red helmet in one hand and still wearing his suit. There were soot and scorch marks in the brown jacket, a gash on her leg that was already healing and one glove was stained red with blood.

Jazz stopped combing her hair and finally turned around, freezing when she saw him standing there watching her.

They looked at each other for a few seconds. Finally, she opened her mouth.

“I can explain.”

He lifted an eyebrow, eyes roaming her body and taking note of how it fit her so well. The only thing that could give away the deceit was her boobs, which he usually sang his praises about and loved to rest his head on, but were very noticeable now on her chest.

“Nice outfit.”

She blushed. “You aren’t mad?”

“No. I do have questions, though.” He licked his lips, doing another sweep. “And I’m kind of into this to be honest.”

Her blush got worse, she looked away. “I… There was an emergency and you needed to rest-”

“Okay.”

She looked back at him. “Okay?” Jazz tilted her head, confused.

His phone started vibrating again. It was Dick, probably to scream at him again, so he declined the call and threw his phone to the sofa, not caring if it landed in the cushions or not. His eyes were fixed on his girlfriend fiddling with the gloves, watching him, her lower lip between her teeth.

He needed to kiss her.

Fuck it.

He could blame it on the fever, maybe.

Jason made a run for it and jumped into her arms, circling his legs around her waist, grabbing her head and kissing her right on the lips. She laughed into the kiss, but responded accordingly, her hands under his butt and holding him secure against her body. God, she was so beautiful and strong and amazing-

“I think I see the appeal now.”

Her eyes shined with mischief. “Of what?”

“Everything. I want to rip the suit off you and eat you whole.”

She giggled again, kissing him softly on the lips.

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