All that I know is I don't know a thing (Jason Todd x Reader) Part 4
Summary: Reader is the daughter of Bruce and Selina, and is dating Jason. She used to work at the city’s hospital but had to quit when she found out that someone has been stalking her at work.
(A/N) I’m sorry for the long ass wait, I don’t know why it took this long but it’s here now—rising from the dead. Hopefully some people are still looking forward to the last of this series.
It must have only been a few hours ever since (y/n) woke up in the basement and yet, she already has a perfect grasp of her captor’s unstable mentality. Depending on her choice of words, Jack was either civil or downright manic. As if his behaviour was always tipping on the precipice between normal and aggressive. But if the right cards were played, she could easily get herself out without warranting the need to maim anyone. Too busy with her thoughts, (y/n) doesn’t hear the door unlock until Jack crouches down in front of her with a frown on his face.
“I brought you a gift.” She slightly jolts at his sudden appearance, not expecting for him to show up. Jack tilts his head towards a certain direction, and (y/n) follows suit. She pales at what she finds. There was now a cork board hanging on the wall with numerous pictures of her pinned on it. Majority of them were obviously stolen photos, some even had Jason on them but his face was scribbled on with a marker. “I have a lot more photos, but those were the best ones. Do you like it?”
“Jack...” (y/n) tries to voice out a proper response but her mouth felt too parched to even utter a single word.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you like my gift?” There was genuine concern in his tone, like he really did care about her well-being but (y/n) knew better than to trust him.
“No! You’ll be staying here, you can’t leave! This is your home!” And there it was, his manic side taking over. Jack slams a hand on the wall as if to prove a point, a pained look on his face as he eyes (y/n). “Why can’t you understand that I love you?!”
(y/n) couldn’t help but flinch at the loudness of his tone. The cuffs were starting to chafe her wrists the more she tried to move her hands, and there weren’t any nearby objects behind her to help her get them off. What else could she do? Her eyes survey the basement once more, stopping at the sight of her pictures hastily pinned on the corkboard. A thought crosses her mind.
“Jack...?” She calls out, immediately getting his attention. “Can’t you just let me go?”
“No! You’re not allowed to!”
“Didn’t you say that love you me?” She tries again in the most pitiable voice she could muster. Jack recoils, face reddening from her words.
“But you know what would really make me love you?”
“If you take these away.” (y/n) gestures to her bounded hands. “It’s starting to hurt my wrists, won’t you at least get rid of it?” She sees him contemplate his choices, a hesitant look on his face as he approaches her.
“Promise you won’t run away?”
“I promise.” (y/n) mutters softly, holding his gaze. A few seconds of silence pass by before Jack leans down on one knee in front of her, taking out a small key from his back pocket. With a surprising amount of care, he unlocks the metal cuffs open.
“I’ll come back in a moment with your food,” He gets up, still on guard in case the other tried something. When (y/n) remains seated on the ground, rubbing her reddened wrists, Jack backs away and heads for the door. At the sound of it being shut and locked, a breath of relief escapes (y/n). What was the best course of action for this kind of situation? Although Jack’s personality was bordering on the erratic side, he has yet to harm her nor take advantage of her vulnerability. The man had an obsession over her but (y/n) didn’t want to stay long enough to find out if it was harmless or not. While walking in circles to soothe her aching limbs, she spies a glint in the dim-lit room from her peripheral vision. She raises a brow in curiosity.
“I found her.” Selina immediately drops what she was doing and heads to where Bruce was seated in front of his many monitors, trying to make sense of what she was looking at. “She’s still wearing her necklace, so that made everything easy. Jack may have managed to take her but he isn’t smart enough to check for trackers.”
“There’s a chip in my daughter’s necklace?”
“Jason gave it to (y/n) on her birthday.”
“And he had it chipped with her permission?” Selina questions once more, not believing for a second that her daughter would willingly let herself wear a tracker at all times. (y/n) had a personal vendetta against them, she had a great dislike at the notion of her whereabouts being monitored and had made it absolutely clear to everyone. Even Jason, who was all for making sure that his girlfriend was out of harm’s way, respected her decision.
“Uh...Jason doesn’t know it’s chipped, neither does (y/n).” With squinted eyes, Selina urges him to continue. “I...may have replicated the original necklace and hid a tracker in it...”
“I did it in case of emergencies! And now we know where she’s being kept.” Bruce avoids the sharp glare directed at him, and moves away from Selina to grab an earpiece off the side to turn it on.
“We’re talking about this later.” She says with finality, a dangerous aura surrounding her.
“I know. But there are more important matters right now,” Turning on the earpiece, he hears two of his sons bickering back and forth. Bruce could already feel a headache coming. “Boys, stop arguing. I got (y/n)’s location.”
“Where?!” Bruce flinches at the sudden loudness, the sound making his ears rings.
“Bruce, where is she?!” Jason exclaims, a combination of panic and impatience clear in his tone.
“Second house in Cremore Street, the one with the windows boarded up. You aren’t that far away.”
“Jason, don’t go by yourself! For the love of—“ Before Bruce could say anything else, Jason had already disabled his own earpiece and evidently shutting off communication.
“Should’ve known he would’ve done that, Bruce.” Dick lets out a small chuckle, finally making his presence known. Bruce couldn’t help but groan in frustration. “Still need me to come there?”
“Gotcha. Call me in case you do need any help, I’m just a car ride away.”
At the sound of a door lock being fumbled with, (y/n) mentally tries to calm down while hiding a rusty old wrench in the back of her jeans. She found the thing earlier behind a dust-covered storage box in one side of the room, relieved that she finally had something to defend herself with when the situation called for it.
In all honesty, (y/n) didn’t understand why she felt odd towards Jack. She knew how to defend herself, and her hand to hand combat skills weren’t that bad as well. She was a vigilante on the sidelines for the love of all that’s good. There was nothing to be afraid of. But...the man just exuded this uncomfortable aura around him that made her skin crawl. Then again, (y/n) couldn’t just attack him all willy nilly without a plan. The man was most likely armed and one wrong move could lead to her getting injured.
“(y/n), I brought you food.” Jack kneels down to her eye level and places a platter of food on the ground in front of her, only providing a fork for her to use.
“Come on, just a couple bites. It would make me happy, sweetheart.” (y/n) so badly wanted to cuss him out for the pet name but decided against it. She stares down at the food in distaste. It looked as if he just chopped up some leftover vegetables in the fridge alongside a small portion of some kind of meat.
“Jack, are you forcing me to eat when I just told you I wasn’t hungry? That’s not the way to behave if you want me to like you...”
“N-No! I’m sorry! It’s fine, you can eat whenever you feel like it.”
“I’ll leave you to it then.” And with that, he turns his back on her. (y/n) keeps her eyes on his hand as he rummages for the keys in his pocket. Without making too much of a noise she creeps closer, pretending to be enthralled by the collection of her photos hanging on the wall. Once she hears the door knob turn, she purposely pulls the board off the wall and it ends up crashing on the ground.
“I’m sorry, I was just looking at the pictures.” (y/n) fakes a gasp, turning to the man with widened eyes. Jack shakes his head to tell her that it was fine, and goes to collect the board to hook it up again. When he bends down, (y/n) takes the wrench hidden behind her top and brings it down to the back of his head.
The rusted old wrench proved to be not so completely useless as Jack drops to the ground, knocked unconscious from the force of her hit. She didn’t feel an ounce of guilt at all, there wasn’t any blood nor did she whack the back of his head hard enough to cause potential brain damage. So excluding the sizeable bump on his head, he was practically scotch free. Heaving a long sigh, (y/n) takes the keys from Jack’s pocket and unlocks the door to the basement. She didn’t have any of her belongings with her. But then again it wasn’t like she was given a choice to do so, considering she was kidnapped in the confines of her own home. Jack should at least own a phone, the only problem was where he kept the thing. Luckily, she didn’t need to do a lot of searching when a familiar ear-piercing sound of a motorcycle echoes outside. (y/n) perks up, heading to the front door that happened to be carelessly left unlocked.
“Shit, are you are alright?!” Jason comes running up towards (y/n) the moment he sees her figure by the door. He pulls her into a crushing hug, ignoring the noise of protest coming from the young woman. As soon as he releases her, he starts checking from head to toe for any sign of injury.
“I’m fine, very much unscathed as you can see.”
“You can never be too sure.”
“Look, I’m absolutely unharmed. He didn’t do anything to me.” At the mention of her captor, a look of anger washes over Jason.
“Calm down, he’s knocked out in the basement.”
“How…how did you escape?”
“I just want to go home right now, I’m tired and I want to sleep.”
Jason relents with the questions, figured that the girl had enough for one day. He wasn’t oblivious, he knew that was (y/n)’s way of telling him that she didn’t want to talk about the incident anymore. It will eventually come up again sooner or later. With a hand on the small of her back, he nudges her over to where he haphazardly left his bike. All of a sudden a black car comes speeding by and abruptly stops next to them, tires skidding noisily on the road. Jason has half the mind to curse the driver out for being so reckless but the door to the passenger side opens as Selina comes bounding up to her daughter.
“Are you okay?!” She hurriedly lets out, almost suffocating (y/n) in her embrace.
“Let me breathe properly, and I will be.” (y/n) chokes out, tapping her hand on the woman’s shoulder. Selina doesn’t show any signs of letting go, and (y/n) glances at Jason for help. The latter only shrugs in response with a smirk on his face, and she couldn’t help but scoff. “I’m okay, mom.”
“Jack Summers, where is he?” Bruce closes the car door behind him and walks up to the two with a serious look on his face.
“In the basement—wait, dad!” With the amount of strength that she could muster to set herself free from her mother’s hug, she tugs his sleeve to keep him from walking towards the house. Bruce could only look at her with silent confusion. “I don’t know what you’re planning on doing but don’t be too hard on him. The guy’s harmless—“
“Harmless enough to kidnap you from home?”
“Look just…I’ll explain later.” When Bruce continues to look unconvinced, (y/n) heaves a tired sigh. “Dad, please?” She mutters in a small voice.
“Fine.” Bruce abruptly responds, before heading inside the house to presumably take care of Jack.
After a couple more minutes of fussing from Selina, she reluctantly lets her ride back home on Jason’s bike promising to meet up at the manor for dinner to discuss a few important things. Ergo, a certain tracker in someone’s necklace (but she didn’t need to find out about that yet). (y/n) tiredly smiles at the sight of her mother waving a hand at her and she reciprocates the gesture, watching the elder get inside the house in search of Bruce. Jason starts the engine of his bike, handing her a spare helmet for her to wear.
“I don’t think I’ll be working any time soon…not after what happened. A break sounds nice at the moment.” (y/n) belatedly sighs, running a hand through her hair before putting the helmet on.
“Hmm?” She makes an acknowledging noise from the back of her throat, taking a seat behind the other.
“You know, we never really got to go on our date.” Jason smirks when he hears the other scoff in amusement.
“How about…” (y/n) moves closer towards him, arms winding around his waist. With amusement twinkling in her eyes, she rests her chin on his shoulder, looking up at him. “We stay at home, cuddle, pass out from watching cliche romcoms, then have dinner with the family?”
“Sounds exciting, I’m down.”