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RP with Jason Todd

[A few days after the depressing text messaging Roxy had with Jason she gets a call from one of the girls she knows from work who tells her that they've been offered to dance for a private after party at the club.

"It's good money Rox, these guys are big tippers to all the girls. Not just the ones up on stage." She tells her, "C'mon it might be fun."

Fun. Sure.
It's something she could use right now, having spent the last two days in a depressive slump over the situation with Jason, so after some consideration she agrees. She loves dancing so it might help break her out of her mood and she definitely could use the cash seeing how she just had to use a good chunk of her savings to buy a new cellphone, but most of all she says yes because there's a part of her that wants to look sexy as fuck and have guys check her out just to spite Jason. He won't be there, seeing how he's not 21, but that doesn't matter. It's the vibe, that badass bitch vibe that she needs right now.
Because otherwise she's just going to sink deeper into heartbreak.

And so, on Saturday night Roxy selects an outfit from her costume closet that she knows is a "fan favorite", throws it and some heels into a bag and heads down to 'The Penthouse' strip club located in downtown Gotham.]

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[ Roxy looks like she's struggling to stay awake and he's worried as hell about it, but as long as he gets her out quickly, the cops and ambulances will be here soon. He doesn't want to leave her with them, but he knows he'll have to.

When they get outside, he leans her against the nearest wall, putting the jacket around her shoulders to cover her up. He gives a small smile at her joke, because he's relieved she's joking, but that's all she gets. Maybe it's stupid of him, but he tries not to look her in the eyes because he knows it might give him away, but he fears it's already too damn late.

Even in the short time they were together, Roxy knew him better than anyone else ever did.]

Don't leave before someone checks you out. I gotta go back inside.

[When he wraps the jacket around her shoulders she gives him a small smile, reaching up to help pull it closed over herself. She reaches out and catches his hand before he can dash back inside.]

Wait, one second. Please?

[There's a million things she wants to say to him but he's obviously in work mode and she needs to be as well.]

Those guys that were in there, do you think they'll send more to hurt the other girls? To shut them up about what happened tonight? None of us knew what they were, you have to believe me.

[ His eyes dart toward the exit they just came out of, then down to where her hand catches his. This is why all of this was a bad idea. Exactly all of this right here.

But he doesn't dash back inside, because he can't just yet. Not with her asking him to wait. ]

How many other girls were involved?

[ Roxy wouldn't have known about anything, he believes that right away, no matter what. She wouldn't. ]

I believe you. They're not gonna hurt any of you, I'll make damn fucking sure of it.

There were five of us in total; myself and Cass are gogo girls, and the other three are strippers. Their names are Nicky, Mila and Alexis. Alexis and Mila do sex work on the side, which I'm only telling you in case one of those guys tries to get to them that way.

[The information she's giving him is partially because she doesn't want the other girls to get tangled up in a lot of police bullshit, the other is in case the suits from the club try to track them down, but lastly part of her wants him to know what her job actually is here so that he isn't drawing his own conclusions.]

Thank you, uh, Robin is it?

[And because she can't help herself she smiles and lifts an eyebrow at him]

I've seen you a few times on the news, gotta say you're cuter in person.

Those guys won't get to them.

[ Jason'll make sure of it. So will Bruce.

Whether Roxy is a stripper or not, really is none of his business. Wasn't before, isn't now, so he tries not to think too much of it. Everyone has to make a living somehow, and he knows how hard strippers work. For her safety he's relieved that she's a gogo dancer and nothing more, but they were all in the same kind of danger tonight.

When she calls him Robin, he finally lifts his gaze to meet hers. Fuck. ]

In the flesh.

I gotta get my cute ass back in there, though. You gonna be okay?

[In the flesh.
She bites her bottom lip, trying to stop the grin that wants to respond to that remark. It is him, it really is, he's standing here in front of her as her own personal hero.
A knight in shining armor.
Well....maybe more like red armor.]

Yeah I'll be okay.

[She moves fast, using the hand she's still holding to pull herself against him, her heart beating wildly as she kisses him hard on the lips. It's brief, she knows he has work to do but god help her she can't help herself. When she pulls away she's breathless, but this time it's from pleasure and not pain.]

Thank you.

[ He gives her a nod when she says she's okay, but then before he can move away, she's kissing him. He's stunned for a brief moment, but then he presses into the kiss just a bit before she pulls away.

Fuck. She either totally know or he should be really fucking jealous right now that Roxy is making out with Robin and not him. It almost makes him laugh. What a complete shitshow he's gotten himself into.

He smirks, shaking his head, because what else can he do? For now, this is what it is. He'll have to deal with the fallout later. ]

See you around, beautiful.

[ With that he takes off back inside to help Bruce nail these assholes and make sure they won't even think about hurting these girls in any kind of way. ]

[When she feels him press into the kiss she feels that electric spark that always seems to happen between them and her whole body cries out for more, but he needs to go and finish his work and she needs to get checked out by the paramedics.

She smiles when he calls her beautiful and watches him go back into the club, leaning her weight against one of the outside walls. Her throat is sore, her head is swimming and her knees feel weak and she can't quite tell if it's from their kiss or loosing so much oxygen.]

Oh god I think I could fall in love with him...

[She whispers to herself and when her legs feel steady enough she walks around to the front of the club where the police and paramedics are starting to arrive.]

[ There's that spark he's missed, even if it's only been a few days. It's been the shittiest few days he's had in a very long time, and he knows it can't possibly get any better from here because Roxy either knows, or she doesn't, and both of those things don't bode well for him.

He itches to go check on Roxy right after he and Bruce take care of things, but he can only watch from a distance, making sure the asshole mobsters get dragged off, and Roxy and her friends are being cared for and protected. He makes sure it's not the shittiest cops at their side, urging Bruce to call Jim Gordon in to make sure things go smoothly. It's the best Jason can do for now.

He and Bruce spend the rest of the night taking out the rest of the trash in Gotham, and as much as he'd like to agonize about all the shit that went down tonight with Roxy, he's so exhausted by the time they get back at dawn, that he passes out, thinking about the sparks against his lips. ]

[The next day Roxy sleeps in for as long as her body will let her, having been up till about 5am talking with paramedics, cops and then making sure all the other girls got home safely. She finally rolls out of bed around noon and as she drinks her coffee she comes to a few decisions. The first and most important is that she needs to talk to Jason, there's no way she can just let him continue to give her the silent treatment. Not after what happened last night.
She knows who he is and it explains so much about him that it feels stupid to just ignore it, plus she needs to ask him if the Penthouse is going to be safe enough for her and the other girls to continue dancing at.

But how to get him to talk to her? She's tried texting and that went awful last time, and she can't just show up at Wayne Manor, what if he isn't even there?]

Ah-ha! Alfred.

[Jason did tell her a few times that Alfred liked her...she just hopes that he likes her enough for him to help her get Jason alone.]

[ Jason sleeps just as much, well into the afternoon, much to Alfred's chagrin. When he does finally wake, he feels this heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He recounts everything last night and reaches for his phone, checking if he has any new messages.

He doesn't.

He pulls up his messages with Roxy and considers texting her, but what the fuck is he even going to say? He wants to ask how she is, but then will he be giving himself away? He groans, shoving his phone away and faceplants back into his pillow until Alfred pretty much bitches at him to stop trying to waste away and come down to eat.

It's hard getting up, but he does so from there, checking out the mottled bruises along his skin. He even has a decent bruise running along his cheekbone, and he hates how he's automatically grateful that he can still kiss Roxy... even if he can't anymore.

Except he remembers the kiss from last night, and he wonders again- did she figure it out? Did she just decide to make out with Robin? That puts him in a mood as he trudges down the stairs, into the kitchen. Alfred pushes a mug of coffee over to him. Along with a plate of food... and then starts plating out another one which he assumes is for Bruce. ]

It's good that you're awake, Master Jason. You have a visitor.

[Thank god for Alfred.
When she finally works up enough nerve to call Wayne Manor she is relieved that it's him that picks up and not Jason or Bruce, she explains that she and Jason had a fight and that he won't return her text messages and asks if there's a way Alfred could help her talk to him because she misses him. It's not a lie and some of the obvious hurt in her voice must get through because he agrees.

After her call she showers and throws on a cozy sweater dress and her leather jacket and takes a cab over, her stomach nervous and upset. She heads to the side door per Alfred's instructions and waits for him to retrieve her once Jason is up.

When she sees him through the glass and her heart begins to beat faster, Alfred motions for her to come in and she does. Giving Jason a soft smile and a little wave.]

Hi handsome.

[Jason looks up from his plate of food, freezing when he sees Roxy waking in. His gaze darts from Alfred, back to Roxy and he just stares at her, mouth hanging open a little, astonished that she really is just standing here in the kitchen. Alfred is a sneaky motherfucker, Jesus Christ. What an ambush.

Except, he's also incredibly relieved to see her.]

Where are your manners, Master Jason? Miss Spaulding came all this way to see you. The least you could do is say hello.

Uh... hi.

[he's not feeling super smooth right now, sitting here with his disheveled bed head and sleepiness still in his eyes.]

Alright then. Miss Spaulding, please make yourself at home and sit down for brunch. I will leave you two alone. Holler politely if you need me.

[Alfred squeezes Jason's shoulder and heads off, leaving them alone in the kitchen. Jason just blinks, then seemingly snaps out if his surprised stupor as he slides off his stool, pulling one out next to him for her at the counter.]

Yeah, um. Come sit. Sorry, I pretty much just woke up.

[Roxy smiles gratefully at Alfred as he leaves and he tips her a small wink. Jason seems to mostly snap out of his stunned silence and offers her a seat next to him at the counter. She shrugs off her jacket, laying it on the counter next to her and sits down.]

I can tell, your hair is all extra poofy.

[She smiles and reaches over to take the cup of coffee Alfred had poured.]

[ Jason self consciously and unsuccessfully tries to pat his hair down a little, and now he kinda wishes he could have put something on these bruises to cover them up as well, but the fact that she's here after last night... he has a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

There are several things he knows he should ask her, starting with: What are you doing here? What happened to your neck? Why are you here, I thought you'd hate me by now? Questions he should ask to seem less suspicious. But it's hard to lie to her face like that when he looked into her eyes as Robin last night. ]

How are you?

[ Is what he settles on, because it seems neutral enough. This could go either way, he still tells himself. ]

[Her smile grows as he tries to unsuccessfully tame his hair down, it's a feeble attempt because it's just as wild as he is. She can feel his confusion about why she is here but at the same time she thinks she sees a bit of secret happiness in his eyes.]

I'm okay. Been a rough couple of days but it's getting better. You?

[ He's mostly annoyed at Alfred going behind his back to ambush him with Roxy, because it would have been better for them all around if she had stayed away- especially after last night.

But at the same time he can't help but be happy to see her. She seemed out of it last night and he's glad she stuck around to wait for the ambulances. He knows he sure wouldn't have.

Rough couple of days. Understatement of the fucking century.

Jason isn't usually one to struggle with what comes flying out of his mouth, but right now he's struggling. He knows everything he should say, but it all sounds fucking pathetic in his head. He snags his cup of coffee and drinks a few long sips down. Stalling. ]

I'm fine. Busy, like I said.

[ Struggling quickly turns to agitation and frustration, and fuck, he hates small talk and games. He'll never be as good as Bruce is at being patient. ]

Why're you here, Roxy?

[She is no longer hurt by the long stretches of silence between them, she knows him and she knows that this way of being curt and short with her are a defense. He's probably a mess of confused questions so she just waits until he finally asks a real question.]

I'm here because we need to talk.

[She looks at him over the rim of her coffee cup. Knowing how much dread those four little words can have on a person.]

Do you want to finish breakfast before we do this or....?

[ There it is.

We need to talk.

Jason lets out a fuck under his breath, looking away from her as he drags his fingers through his hair, which doesn't help to tame any of it at all.

She knows. She knows, and Bruce is going to kill him. Jesus christ, he's so damn stupid.]

Just come out with it already. The fucking suspense is gonna kill me.

[She takes a sip of her coffee, steeling herself for the emotional outburst she suspects that will happen once she says all this out loud.]

Okay.
I know. I know that you were at the club last night, I know that it was you who saved me. And that it was you who beat up those guys who shot me last week.

[She puts down her coffee cup and turns her eyes to his.]

I also know that you miss me.

[ The trickle of dread he was feeling earlier is like a flood to his system now, and his fingers feel cold and clammy around his hot coffee mug. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. He knew it was coming, but still. Fuck.

What would Bruce do? He would deny it. He would play it cool, laugh it off, make the other person sound like they might be crazy for even suggesting it. Bruce would lie and protect himself and the life he built around everything he does, which includes Jason now.

But as much as Jason's like Bruce in a lot of ways, he's also not, because he wears his emotions on his sleeve, and he's fucking stupid. Bruce never would have let this happen. ]

What? No fucking way, Rox.

[ He tries anyway, and nearly chokes on the words, because they sound so damn unsteady coming out of his mouth. But he has to at least try, because if she knows he's Robin then she has to figure that Bruce is Batman, and he can't be the one to unravel it all like this. ]

You're fucking crazy.

[ He finishes off with, because he's panicking now, and isn't hurting people the best way to get them to go away? ]

[She feels bad for making him feel so awful and panicked, she can see it in his eyes. They're like the eyes of a rabbit that has suddenly found itself in a trap and is thinking of chewing off a limb to escape. He's going to fight tooth and nail about this but it's what she was expecting so she feels a sort of calmness settle over her.]

No I'm not. I know it was you because I know you.

[She turns towards him, she badly wants to touch him but she knows that will probably be too much. It will set him off and give him a chance to explode, so she just sits there, hoping he will find the strength to meet her eyes.]

I know your body, your eyes, your smile.
Jason....I know it was you because no one else but you makes me feel like that when they kiss me.

[ He's trapped, and there's nowhere to escape to. Nowhere to run. She knows him, and he knows that she does. There's not even a hint of doubt in her eyes. Nothing he says is going to change her mind, he can already see that. There's no way to take any of this back. ]

Fuck!

[ He slides off the stool and moves away, turns away, clasping his fingers together at the back of his head, drawing his elbows around his face. At the rest of her words he stops and turns back towards her, parting his elbows a bit so he can look at her. After a moment, he lets his hands slowly drag through his hair and down his face, then drop at his sides, defeated. ]

Please don't tell anyone.

[Her resolve is only so strong and when he looks at her in defeat she gets down off her stool and goes over to him, wrapping her arms around him.]

I won't. Jason, of course I won't.

[She hugs him, trying to comfort him as she knows he's probably feeling everything all at once.]

It's okay, I'm not going to tell anyone. Not about you and not about Bruce. I swear.

[ He's never felt this panicked while being stuck in one place before. He wants to run but he can't. He wants to push her away but he doesn't.

He feels like he might puke, like he can't get enough air into his lungs, and his heart is beating so fast- but when her arms go around him he can at least breathe again, and he practically crumbles against her, arms sliding tight around back, head dropping down into the crook of her neck.

It's Roxy. She won't tell anyone, but he's so fucking terrified. He doesn't want anything to happen to Bruce if someone else were to find out. He doesn't want anything to happen to Roxy if someone finds out that she knows. He doesn't want Bruce to take this away from him because he fucked up. ]

Are you pissed at me?

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