Jay's Girl (Jason Todd/ Redhood x Batfamily x reader) [COMPLETED]

arrival

Bruce decided he needed answers to why y/n was engulfed in electricity and her voice was vibrating, before he went and told the boys the good news, so he called the one person who would know "Barry" oh,uhh, hey Bruce, this...isn't really a good time" Bruce could make out some type of shooting in the background "Barry, you're a speedster, you can multi-task" Bruce stated, not in the mood to wait for it to be a "good" time. Barry sighed "alright, what's up?" Barry gave in, knowing he wasn't going to get out of talking with the worlds greatest detective

"what would be the cause of lightning engulfing a speedster and make their voice vibrate?" well, we can do that without having a cause, but if we were in a very emotional state, very angry, or even both, we end up doing that without thinking" Barry explained "why? what's going on?" we found y/n" what? really? ok, let me finish up here and-" Bruce knew Barry was going  to say he'll come and help, but he didn't think y/n needed that many people here when she gets back "no" he interrupted "y/n freed herself and is heading back to the Manor"

"she called me on the batcomputer, that's why I asked that question because that was happening to her and now I'm worried" you could hear the concern in Bruce's voice "Barry, she was held captive for five days, and we know nothing of what happened to her" well did she look ok?" Barry asked "I mean, other than the lightning and her voice vibrating" Bruce didn't need to think back to the call, y/n's expression in the call was imprinted in his mind. "she looked, angry, very angry, but, she also looked sad" Bruce answered "Barry, I ruined her, this is what she gets for having me as her guardian, captured and ruined" Bruce, it's not-" he interrupted Barry before he could finish his sentence, knowing exactly what Barry was about to say "no Barry, it is" Bruce sighed "I need to go, good luck with Snart" wha-how di you-" worlds greatest detective, remember" hah, well thanks, and Bruce, you didn't ruin her"

Bruce hung up, he wanted to argue with him, prove his point to Barry, that he did ruin her but now wasn't the time. "maybe she would've been better off with Barry and Iris" Bruce thought to himself as he made his way into the Manor, in fact, they offered to take her in, knowing she had speed and everything, but Bruce felt responsible for making her an orphan, he thought the least he could do was provide a home. Bruce found himself standing in the doorway of y/n's room, nothing has been touched in here since her capture, except her bed, Jason found himself there each time he had a nightmare or even a daymare, her smell alone would calm him, but not very much "master Bruce?" Alfred asked, Bruce didn't even make eye contact. Alfred reached for his shoulder as he asked "Bruce, are you alright?" Alfred's touch snapped Bruce out of his thoughts "you were thinking about her again, weren't you?" Bruce sighed "Alfred, if it weren't for me, she wouldn't be in this mess, she wouldn't be messed up and ruined" 

"if I had just let Barry take her in, then maybe she would have been better off, and not part of my dark world" Bruce stated "I need to go, the boys still don't know she's alive and she'll be here any minute" he started to walk away but stopped when Alfred spoke up "excuse me for saying this, sir, but, that is bulls**t, if anyone ruined her it was Joker, you gave her a home, you gave her a family you've done nothing but good for that girl" Bruce didn't want to believe he was good for her but Alfred is very convincing and he also can't really win a fight with Alfred. "thanks Alfred" Bruce smiled "I needed that" with that Bruce walked off to find the boys

~your pov~

After I found which direction I needed to go to get back to Gotham I ran, ran faster than I've ever run. I couldn't think straight, one minute I'm thinking about Jason and how good it'll feel in his arms, the next, I'm fuming, cursing my dad, then remembering I almost died and the fear that came with that memory. I cycled through those feelings, happy, angry, scared, happy, angry, scared, I was a whirlwind of emotions. But after a few minutes and a few hundred miles, I got stuck on one emotion, anger, I mean, come on! my dad was alive all this time but never came looking for me, he said he "had" to, but I don't believe him if he really loved me he would've risked everything to see me again, but he didn't. A small part of me wants to believe him just so I could have my dad back, but the side that doesn't believe him is bigger, way bigger than the trustful side