You've finally seemed to convince Crosshair to stay with you and the rest of the Bad Batch. His chip is removed even though he was being stubborn (Wrecker had to hold him down while you gave him anesthesia). Crosshair walks over to you.
"Ready for our next job?" He asks.
"I'm just a medic, Crosshair. I'm not a solider." You respond.
"Want me to teach you some skills?" He asks.
You pause for a moment. "I mean... I don't know how good I'll be, but alright." You say.
"Show me your best punch." Crosshair says.
"W-What?" You say.
"I want to see how much you know." He says.
You ball your hands into weak fists and lightly punch him in the stomach. He doesn't even flinch.
He chuckles. "That's cute. Again."
You hit him harder this time. He then grabs your arms and restrains them.
"I know you can do better than that. You have to learn to do this without hesitation." He says, letting go of your arms.
You hit him as soon as he lets go of your arms, unleashing your frustration from earlier. He groans.
"Nice one..." He says, trying to act unphased.
You chuckle. "Payback."
ČTEŠ
Crosshair x Female Medic Reader
FanfikceY/N is an Imperial medic who was tasked to take care of Commander Crosshair after his burn injury. She never expected to fall in love and escape the Empire with him...
