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Trusting (’Begging’ part2) (Arkham Knight! Jason xReader)

Summary: Guilt is haunting you as you remember the things you’ve done until Jason shows up into your room.

Warning: Language, Graphic Violence, Mentions of sex, PTSD, Anxiety

Author’s note: Another long chapter that follows the event of Begging but with a series of flashbacks included. I plan on writing 3 or 4 parts for this fanfic. Texts in Italics are flashbacks.

Tagged: @usernightwing, @queen-fighter, @anaboo-thewriter, @piratefrost, (WHO ELSE WANT TO BE TAGGED?)

(PART 1)

The pollen was still dancing in the air on that night. And all around you smelled like fresh flowers and plants mixed to a thick cloud of pollution that you could only smell in Gotham. The war between the Dark Knight and the Arkham Knight was over. Scarecrow was still in jail, victim of his own evil doing, Cobblepot and Dent in neighbouring cells. And Bruce … Bruce was dead. The Batman was dead. And Gotham was slowly drowning again under a wave of crime that was growing more and more each day. Thugs had retaken the darkness of the streets, terrorising families and innocents and the incarceration of the most famous crime lords had permitted the rise of some others. Among them, Roman Sionis aka Black Mask.

He had taken control of the docks, made them the key point of his business. Drugs. Weapons. Dirty money. He had his filthy hands on everything. A smart businessman. But a smart business who was drawing too much attention. A smart businessman with a target on his back.

Aiming at that target, the Red Hood. That’s the name he had chosen. But you knew who was really underneath that crimson mask. Jason Todd. Robin. or also more recently known as The Arkham Knight. You had never met him, just heard stories, some anecdotes that Dick had spilled with a saddened melancholic smile that was now almost frozen on his young face or some rumours whispered in the streets. A dangerous man undoubtedly. But a broken man above all.

You had built a plan, Dick, Barbara, Tim and you, a plan the young Robin had characterised as “well put together”. It never sounded “well put together” to you though or to Dick. But you had volunteered to make it a success anyway and thus whatever the means. You just had to meet him. And what better place than Crime Alley to do it.

High heels, beautiful dress, a young woman coming back home alone. Yes, that night you were the perfect bait. So tempting, so attractive. “ Hey baby, where are you going like that?” And so easy to take. “Home.” “ Want us to escort you? The night is dangerous” You glanced at both men, tightening you hands around your purse to look a bit scared. Bu you were not scared. Not even a bit. After all, you had been trained. You were the new Batgirl, even though you didn’t like carrying someone else’s name. “No need, but thanks.” You retorted but a man grasped your arm rather brutally. “Don’t touch me!” You shouted as you immediately took a pepper spray out of your bag. Tim’s idea. Makes you look more like a Gotham damsel in distress. If a pepper spray were useful everybody would know it. ”Look, mate. Kitty’s got claws” “ I think she’s threatening us.” They both came closer to you and, as you walked backwards, you fell down on your bottom, dropping the spray. You didn’t mean to. “Down on the ground? Very good.” One of them unzipped his pants and you immediately closed your eyes. You didn’t want to see this.

BANG BANG.

Echoing like thunder in the alley. And blood poured on your face and on your body like a hot summer rain. And both men fell like birds stricken by lightning, by fate wearing a red hood.

You opened your eyes very carefully. What a horrific vision. Agonizing men on the floor, moaning, crying, chocking in their blood, castrated by two efficient bullets in their bloody genitals. So much blood. And that reek. It was on you. It was in you, maybe. It was everywhere.

You looked away when you heard footsteps coming closer. It was him. The vengeful crimson ghost. The Red Hood. Guns in his hands. He stared at both men in silence and you guessed disdain and disgust behind his mask. He shot again to put an end to their suffering even though, you were sure, it was not out of mercy. You backed down again, still on the floor when he knelt by your side. “Do you understand why I did this?” You frowned. Could he read your mind? Could he see on your face your contempt for killers regardless of their motives? Could he see you were not a fan of men like him who fancied themselves judges, juries and executioners? You nodded anyway. “Scumbags like them deserved to be put down. They lie. They abuse. They try to gain their victim’s trust but There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.” “Shakespeare” “You know your classics” “ And you’re quite a literature nerd for a crazy ass vigilante”

Trust. How ironic was that. How ironic that the first words you shared proved to be the perfect words to describe the awfulness you were doing today. Gaining his trust. Using him. Trapping him. And you hated yourself for it. And you hated the others as well, for letting you do this and for making sure you would fulfil this mission. Because you needed to remember. Jason was a mission, a dangerous mission.

You sighed as the memories of that night faded away to move on to another memory. A memory of last night, when Nightwing had appeared.

“ Do you realise what could have happened?” You didn’t reply. Instead you just gritted your teeth, eyes staring at the moon, arms tightened around the sheets covering your naked body “Y/N! I’m talking to you!” “ And I’m listening.” You growled, more than annoyed “ No you’re not!” Nightwing’s gauntlet suddenly rang and Oracle appeared on a holographic screen. She had a sun-kissed – though rather red - face and she looked jolly and very smiley, like anyone after well-deserved holidays on a beach you supposed. “ Nightwing. I’ve got news on the mysterious… I’m bothering, maybe.” “ We were having a conversation.” Dick answered with a softer and calmer voice. “ A conversation? You mean a lecture.” You corrected, curtly. Barbara’s eyes widened and for a second she hoped she had listened to Tim. They were so good on that beach. But they were not on the beach in anymore and here she was, back at work, in Gotham. “ Okay. I definitely can feel the tension between both of you. So why don’t you tell me what’s going on?” “ Dick is being a jerk. That’s what’s going on.” You shouted. “ A fucking distrustful pervert jerk.” He snickered and brushed his hair backwards. He couldn’t believe what you were saying. “ When did I say I didn’t trust you?” “ So you admit you’re a pervert?” Barbara asked. “What? No.” “ You always keep an eye on me! If that not distrust then what is it?” He grumbled and you kept talking. “You.Watched.Me!” You enunciated every syllable distinctively. “Having sex” Barbara stared at Dick in shock, ready to defend you. “You did what? That’s creepy!” “That’s voyeurism!” You clarified. “ I didn’t do that. I didn’t see anything.” You crossed your arms above your chest to show your discontent. He had to be kidding you. “ Well maybe I saw a few things. But it wasn’t anything I had never really seen.” The red haired girl suddenly looked horrified. “ Wait, what?” But no one paid attention to her. “ Oh, because the fact we fucked a couple of times grants you the authorisation to consider me as a living breathing porn movie.” “ You two … you … What?” Barbara mumbled. Three weeks on a honeymoon and everything had gone to shit. “ Long story, Babs.” “ Not that long. 20 minutes each time, is that it?” You confessed with a sneer. “ Like you didn’t enjoy it.” “ STOP!!!” Barbara shouted. You both immediately shut up and breathed in and out deeply to calm yourself. “I didn’t call to listen to you guys talking about such intimate things. So this is what we are going to do. We are going to act as adults and listen to each other, okay?”

None of you replied but Oracle took it has a sign you were both ready to do as she said. “ I want Y/N out of the mission.” You sighed and opened you mouth to defend yourself but Barbara ordered you to stay silent. “It’s too dangerous. You’re not trained enough for this and you’re especially too emotionally involved” He cared about you. You knew he did. But he couldn’t ask you this. “I watched you. It’s true. I shouldn’t have. But imagine what I felt when I saw Jason hurting you, Y/N, when I saw him chocking you. He could have killed you.” “ He didn’t. He would never hurt me. It was an accident.” “ Do you even hear yourself?” He asked, completely staggered by your naivety. “Have you seen your bruises?” Yes you have. But they did not matter. They were just bruises. Part of the job. “ He needs us, Dick. He needs me. I know I can help him.” “ He is sick!” He shouted, hoping to reason you. “ He’s my brother, Y/N. I care about him too. But Jason took the name of the Red Hood, a name Joker had once. He killed Killermoth. He killed Black Mask and so many other people. He put Gotham to fire and the sword. He kidnapped Barbara. He tried to kill Bruce and he’s responsible for everything that’s happened lately. You can’t help him. He needs professional help.” “ How can you say that?” You asked with eyes widened and watery. The Dick Grayson you knew would never say such awful things. He would not let his family down like that. “ It’s the truth.” “ You want to send him to a new Arkham Asylum? What a fantastic idea! Being locked up in the same kind of place in which he was tortured for over a year. I thought you were smarter than that… No I thought you were more compassionate than that. What a Batman move for someone who doesn’t want to be him and who has been whining like a kid for the past months because there is no way for him to wear the cowl and give back hope to this city” “ Y/N!!” Barbara shouted but you didn’t listen. Instead you came closer to Dick with clenched fists. “You don’t wanna do what Bruce had planned for you? Fine. But let me do what was expected from me, what you all expected from me. Let me do what I want. Dangerous or not.” He frowned, not liking your tone at all. But he was wiser than you. “What was asked of you Y/N?” “ To save Jason.” You replied simply. He shook his head. “No. The mission was to keep an eye on Jason and to do what was necessary if he ever crossed the line. What is necessary is not comforting him using sex or whispering sweet words to his ear. What is necessary is to put him behind bars and give him the help he truly needs. You agreed to this when you volunteered. You agreed to do anything to make sure he would not go on a killing spree. You agreed to deceive him if you had too. You failed. So now you’re out of the mission.”

You rolled over and over in your bed. You couldn’t sleep. Out of the mission? Maybe was it a good thing after all. But out of the family? No way. You sighed deeply and closed you eyes, trying to find some sleep. But no time to meet Mr Sandman. A small noise and your eyes were open again. The window had creaked and now you could feel a small breeze on your skin. You sat up and you saw him, in his gear, knelt on the floor. “Jay?” You frowned.

You repeated his name another time when you heard no sound coming from his mouth but a heavy panting distorted by his mask. “Baby.” You worried as you immediately got up to kneel before him. “What is it?” He didn’t answer, focused on his breathing or maybe was his mind completely elsewhere. You took off his red hood to help him breathe and threw it on the ground. The light bump on the wooden floor made him jump. He was completely alarmed and frightened, like a hunted stag. His now-red face was covered in sweat and his black hair were completely wet. But what worried you the most was that terror in his blue eyes. The pupils were weirdly contracted and he looked as if he didn’t know where he was or what was going on. “Jay.” You whispered, heartbroken, trying to bring him back to you. You reached out to caress his cheek but he hissed and moved backwards. “I’m … su…focating” He managed to say. Tears started streaming down your cheeks. You never felt so helpless, so useless or so scared and seeing him in such pain was tearing your heart out.

Without thinking, you jumped on him to hug him tight. You were not sure it was the right thing to do but it happened as a reflex, as a way to show him or whoever was hurting him that he was yours and that you were there to protect him. He immediately screamed in pain and tried to push you away but you resisted and used all your weight to keep him still. You forced him to nestle his face in your neck and then you whispered sweet loving words in his ear, your hand caressing his hair. “I’m here. I’m with you, baby. I’m not leaving.”

He started to slowly relax. The cries and screams began to fade and now you could feel his heart beating against your chest going back to a more leisurely rhythm. “You’re okay.” The panting soon disappeared and Jason let himself slide along your body as if he couldn’t stay straight anymore. You held him back, his head against your chest, and he clang to your body as a baby koala. “Shh” You whispered still caressing his hair. “ Don’t ever leave me. Don’t ever let me down” He cried against you. “I won’t” You kissed the top of his head and you both remained like this for a couple of minutes before you helped him stand up to sit him down on your bed.

“He was in my head.” You nodded and murmured, “I know” as you brushed away his sweaty strands of hair away from his forehead. “He was laughing” You took off his black and white leather jacket. “That sick son of a bitch.” He was still in chock, still a bit disconnected from reality but you let him talk. He needed it. He needed someone to listen to him, to take care of him. You removed his gloves and his thick long-sleeved top to leave him bare-chested on your bed and soon unstrapped his shin guards and holsters. “I want him gone. I want him gone from my head. I want my life back” You looked up at him with a compassionate look. “But I won’t have it back, will I?” “ Just give it some time.” You tried to be optimistic. “ It’s been years.” He mumbled as you removed his boots. “But you didn’t have me.” You timidly whispered. He stared at you and put a hand on your cheeks in a weird attempt to caress it. He was so uncomfortable when loving touches were involved. “I didn’t have you.” He made you straddle him to gaze at you the same way a believer would look at a goddess. You were so pure to him, so delicate, so surreal that sometimes he would wonder if you were not the fruit of hallucinations created by his mind to help him process all the raging emotions inside of him. “I don’t know what I would be without you” You smiled lightly. “Just lay down.” He nodded and you pushed him flat on the mattress to take off his trousers so that he would be in his boxers. Then you lied down next to him and took his arm to make him spoon you since you knew he would not do it himself even if wanted it. He loudly smelt the perfume in your hair, tightened his embrace and closed his eyes. “I love you so much.” “ I love you too.” You gave a faint smile and turned around to kiss him. And what was supposed to be a simple peck on the lips became something more needy, something that sucked the air from your lungs. You were his oxygen. And if it was what he needed then fine.

Screw them all. Screw their stupid mission. You had your own agenda now.

If Jason Todd trusted you then you knew you couldn’t deceive him anymore.

If Jason Todd trusted you then you would do anything to show how worthy of his trust you were.

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I'm a little proud of this chapter since I was writing through a block. The song that is being referenced is the song "She Moved Through the Fair" by Loreena McKennitt.

Chapter 4

Zelena woke up around four thirty to feed her little bean when she heard the strange singing. She ran out of her room to find a hooded figure holding her daughter.

“Let her go!” She demanded as she conjured a fireball. The figure turned to face the mother, still cradling the baby.

“You are messing with the wrong witch.” Zelena said menacingly as she prepared to throw the fireball. She wasn't quick enough and the hooded figure disappeared, along with her daughter.

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Belle woke to find her husband missing again. This was a regular occurrence so she wasn’t sure why she was so shocked. She decided he must be with Gideon so she got up to go check on them. As she reached the nursery, she heard a strange noise coming from inside. It almost sounded like singing. She burst in to see a dark shadow holding her baby.

“Gideon, NO!” Belle shouted. The shadow turned to face the feisty librarian.

“Put my son down. Now.” She demanded as for a way to stop the kidnapper. Before she could react they were gone.

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Snow’s alarm went off close to five when she heard a strange singing coming from behind the curtain that separates her room from the living room. She bolted out of bed and ran toward Neil's crib.

There stood the stranger that's been taking the children of Storybrooke holding her sleeping son. Though the figure’s back was turned towards Snow, she was sure they knew she was watching them. The figure moved but stopped when she shouted “Wait!”

In a pleading voice Snow begged, “Please. Please! I can not lose him again.”

The figure turned to face the distressed mother.

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“For a moment. I thought she was going to give him back. She turned to look at me. And I thought she was going to put him back down,” Snow recalled in a broken voice, “But then she said ‘I'm sorry’ and she was gone.”

“Mom. It's going to be ok. We will get him back. We will get all of them back. You said it was a she? Do any of you remember what she looked like? What her voice sounded like? Could you recognize it?” Emma asked the three women.

“No. She was wearing a hood. You couldn't see her face,” Belle answered.

“She was bloody singing. What do you want to do host a talent show?” Zelena asked, frustration seeping into her voice.

“Emma if that's all, I'm going to take your mother home,” said David.

Emma glanced at her distraught mother. “Ok, you guys are free to go. Thanks guys.”

David left with Snow with Belle following close behind.

“I'm not going anywhere until I get my daughter back.”

Emma didn't have the mental capacity to fight with Zelena. She barely had the mental strength to think up a next step. All she could think of was all the children that had gone missing. How her little brother was now one of those children. And the fact that she couldn't do anything to stop it.

“This is drawing a line. Those babies are helpless.�� Regina sounded like she was about to go on a rant when she was interrupted.

“Isn't that ironic coming from the Evil Queen? Who sent a army of black knights to kill a baby so her curse wouldn't break?” spat Killian, his anger mounting at their collective helplessness.

“That's rich coming from the man that spent centuries on an island that held stolen children. Shouldn't you be a pro at this?” Zelena remarked.

“Ha. I thought that was more your style,” Robin cut in, “Seeing as you’ve stolen the young Charming before, pretended to be Roland's mother, and tricked me into impregnating you! All to spite your sister!”

“That's enough!” Emma yelled, “Fighting and blaming each other isn't going to get us anywhere.”

“Well all of your ideas have gotten us nowhere. The Savior and Sheriff of this town is as useless as a munchkin from where I'm standing,” Zelena snarked.

“Like you've done any bloody better, witch! At least we haven't been hiding in that run-down farm--,” Killian was cut off from defending his wife by a cough heard from the doorway. Everyone turned around to see Gold enter the room.

“As amusing as it is watching you all bicker, my time is precious so I'll make this short. This person has taken my son. As of now they have made the worst mistake of their life. So to put it simply stay out of my way and we will all get what we want.”

“Gold we will find them. And we will deal with them the right way,” Emma said firmly.

“Not if I find them first.” With that last remark he was gone.

“Don't worry, love. If we have no luck with magic, I doubt the Dark One will do any better”, Killian tried to be reassuring.

“Well I for one have never see Rumple not get what he wants. I’d rather take my chances with the Dark One than with the powerless Savior,” Zelena voiced before she left too.

Everything goes quiet. Only people left at the station was Emma, Killian, Regina, and Robin. The air surrounding them was thick with tension. No one quite sure how to break it. Killian is the first to try.

“Emma.”

“Don't. They're right. If I can't keep kids safe. Let alone my own little brother. What kind of Savior am I?” Emma said, defeated.

“We have faced worse foes and defeated them. We can defeat this one as well.”

“We don't even know who our foe is, Killian! All we know are the names of kids that are lost!” Emma shouted. She let out a huff of air, grabbed her keys and left without another word.

They let her to leave. Regina is the first to speak this time, “She just needs some air. I think we all do.”

“Aye,” Killian agreed, “This villain has really been getting to her. It's been hard for--”

Robin cut him off, “Don't you dare say this has been hard on you. You two don't even have children! How could this possibly affect you? How could you know what our pain feels like?!”

“Robin?!?” Regina scolded, shocked at his sudden outburst.

Killian looked his friend in the eye. He knew Robin was only angry because he was scared for his children but that didn't give him a right to say what he did. “You're right. We don't have children. But we know what it is like to be separated from our parents. We know the fear and sadness of being alone as a young one. We know how precious children are. We know all the kids in Storybrooke, have even watched a few while their parents were busy, including your son, mate.” Killian said to his friend without breaking. “So though we don't have any of our own as you have pointed out. We still feel your pain. We feel the same urgency to bring them home and make sure they are safe.”

At this, Robin calmed down and felt a little ashamed of his outburst.

“Now if you'll excuse me. I'm going to find my wife.” With that Killian stormed out of the station and went to look for Emma.

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All the kids are either playing games, taking naps, watching movies or eating. The figure smiled with the overwhelming feeling of contention. But that feeling was quickly gone once she turned to the mirror. The scene playing out in front of her eyes, seeing how the heroes were behaving. She sighed and started preparing her things.

Through the crowd and noise a couple children took notice of their caretaker. One curious little boy walked up to the figure and asked “Excuse me, miss? What are you doing?”

“Well, little one, I'm making sure you all have everything you need while I'm gone.”

Another boy asked, “Where are you going?”

The figure smiled at the child’s curiosity, “Hey, I need some help. Can you two help me?” The two children nodded eagerly, waiting to see how they could help, “Can you two go find Roland and Grace for me?”

They both nodded and ran off enthusiastically to find them. A couple minutes passed by then the four children came up to their mysterious chaperone. She smiled at the two and thanked them letting them go to play again. Roland and Grace stood there looking a little nervous.

“Hey. Everything is fine. I just need a favor. Can you two do me a favor?”

They nodded, looking a little more at ease. “Can you two make sure the babies are ok while I'm gone?”

“Where are you going?”

“To make sure the adults learn their lesson.”

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Killian went home but didn't find Emma. He tried the docks, the Jolly Roger, her parents’ house, and even called Henry to see if he has seen his mother. But he had no luck.

He finally wound up at Granny's. He asked the elderly lady if she had seen Emma. But she hadn’t been into Granny's either.

He left Granny's trying to think of another place where Emma could be. He was debating whether he should go home and wait for her there. Then he saw a familiar figure pull up at the side of the curb. Though Killian hated to admit that maybe if he couldn't find Emma, maybe the puppet could.

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August pulled up in front of Granny's. His papa was visiting Jiminy so he thought he should get out of the workshop a bit. He was taking off his helmet when he saw someone approach his bike. He looked up and saw who it was.

“Well what do I owe the pleasure, Captain?”

“You must have heard about what’s been happening around here, puppet.”

“Yeah kids going missing. I'm not the one taking kids.”

“That not what I meant. This case has been taken a toll on Emma. Her brother was taken last night.”

“I'm guessing she's missing too? Isn't she a little old to be taken?”

Killian was trying very hard not to snap at the man in front of him. “She left to calm down. I just need to know that she is alright. So will you help me find my wife or not?”

August smiled at Killian’s exaggeration on ‘my wife’.

“I might have an idea of where she is but let me talk to her.”

“Fine. The only thing that matters is that she is alright.”

“Don't worry. I'll send you a message when I find her.” August said as he put his helmet back on and took off, trying to shake off the feeling of deja vu that overtook him.

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Emma leans against the wishing well looking down into the dark water. In her hands she held her little travel mug and wished with everything she had.

August rolled up on his motorcycle. He turned off the engine, took off his helmet, and sent a quick message to Hook. Getting off of his bike he shouted, “I thought I might find you here.”

“Yeah. Well I was thirsty.” Emma said in a tired voice.

August walked up to Emma and studied her face. She looked different, more than just tired and hopeless. Something was definitely different about her but he wasn’t one to push for answers.

“Well I’ve said before, you can't compete with water,” he said, reaching for the cup in her hands. She passed it to him and he took a sip, pleasantly surprised that it really was just water.

“Remember when you brought me here and told me-”

“--that this well was magic. It had a way of making things come back to you. Like I said before I just read the plaque.”

Emma, still looking down into the well, sighs, “It's a sad day when the Savior looks for help at a wishing well, huh?”

“Not really. We all need to ask for help every once in a while.”

“Yeah but I'm the Savior. I'm suppose to save everyone's happy endings.”

“And you have time and time again. It's not your fault that this town can't keep them. Or that villains keep popping up to take them.”

“But with any other villain I knew who I was dealing with.”

“Well let's focus on what you do know.”

“I know there is a woman going around taking kids and their favorite things. I know she sings to them for whatever reason. I know she didn't fall for Henry's trap.”

August stopped her by asking, “What trap?”

“Henry wanted to help catch this person so he told us about a trap. He pretended to be asleep then when they came to get him we would taze them. Just enough to stun them.”

August shook off his own memory of being tazed, “Well that's not a bad idea. You were just using the wrong kid.”

Emma finally looked up at her friend to see the smirk he was wearing. She knew that smirk. That smirk meant that he had a plan.

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