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Series: DC RP ficlets

Title: Fallen Angel

Summary: A newly revived Jay doesn't end up in Gotham at first..

Characters: Jason Todd, Mira Greason

Warnings: Canon related violence, Amnesiac Jason, RP verse 

Canon: DC RP backdrop.

 

 

A fallen angel, in the dark

Never thought you'd fall so far

Fallen angel, close your eyes

I won't let you fall tonight

Fallen angel

 

 

She had heard something outside the garage, it had actually woken her up and Mira Greason hadn’t thought about it, she grabbed the baseball bat that she kept near her bed, moving through the old garage.

 

Seeing the movement as she rounded the corner, the teen, dressed in only a pair of boy cut boxers, and a black sports bra.  The person was behind her and she swung out, managing to hear a light “thunk”, the wooden bat didn’t break, but she did wince slightly at how it had felt in her hands.  

 

When he turned she caught the angered look in eyes that seemed to glow green for a brief moment.  She dropped the bat, scrambling back some.  

 

He lunged for her catching her and pinning her against the wall of the building before she could move.  With the garage being so far out of town, she was pretty sure even if she screamed no one would hear it.

 

Mira struggled, silently wishing she had gotten a new dog, something she would be changing if she lived through it.  The hand pressing her to the wall wasn’t tightening its grip, the stranger was watching her a moment, holding her still.  Clawing at the hand she tried to get free.  “Look, I’m sorry alright?” 

 

Dark hair fell over green eyes.  

 

He loosened his grip on her, but still held her still.  “Why do you look like her?”  The voice was raspy, as if words weren’t something he used often.  

 

Coyotes in the dark howled, out for a hunt.  The light above them swayed against a breeze, the wire creaking.  Mira didn’t say anything as he released her.  Though she did step back, cautiously, the fence should keep the wild dogs out… Unless he cut it, she’d have to check later.  Right now, the door to the garage was a good ten feet to her right, she didn’t think she’d make it before he grabbed her again.  So instead, she stayed, trying not to tremble in the cooling night air.

 

She wasn’t a threat, she would have attacked with something other than a blunt weapon.  He shook his head trying to clear the thoughts that were flooding him.  A pool, lit somehow, from underneath maybe?  He had come from it, but before… 

 

There was a city, he remembered that, and a figure on a roof top.  

 

His head was pounding, the harder he tried to remember the harder it hurt.  He fell to his knees, holding his head screaming.

 

The girl, that looked like the woman that had been at the pool… No, pit, ran inside the building.  Scrambling to his feet, he knew he couldn’t let her contact anyone.  He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t let anyone else know he was there.  

 

Bolting up, he managed to catch the door before it closed.  The girl, was darting for another room.  Probably for a phone, or another weapon.  

 

He caught up with her as her hand closed around a phone on the wall.  Spinning her around, he gripped the wrist with the phone.  “Don’t…” 

 

She tried to strike him with her free hand, only to have it caught.  He forced her wrists together, holding them in one hand, steadying himself with his now free hand.  

 

“Not, safe.”

 

The teen let go of the phone, and it shattered on the floor, the cord being far too long to help it.  She looked up at him, getting a better look at the pained face that was staring her down, as if trying to recognize her.  

 

“A-alright I won’t call anyone, please… Just don’t hurt me.  Cops, will come here, it’s on the rounds… if you leave now, you can avoid them, and I, I won’t tell them.”  

 

He wasn’t sure how he knew, but he had a feeling she was lying.  She wouldn’t have gone outside if they patrolled the area.  Gripping her wrists a little tighter he growled making her cringe.  He wasn’t meaning to scare her, but he needed to know what she knew.  He needed to figure out why she was causing him to think about the glowing pool… Or even the city of skyscrapers.

 

Reaching over after a moment, he grabbed the cord, using it to bind her wrists. Without a word he pulled her over to a rack of tires, lacing the phone cord around it before letting her go.  Pacing the room he shook his head to try to figure out what was going on in his head.  He glanced at the kid, who had sunk to her knees, anything she could use to cut herself free was out of reach.

 

When he looked her way, she pulled her legs together, watching him with fearful eyes.  She didn’t say anything though.  And even jumped when he slammed his hands against the counter, the loud sound startling her.

 

“Please, you don’t let me go people will look for me.”

 

The cold green eyes fell on her again and she cringed slightly at it.  Though they softened after a moment.  “I, I’ll let you go, but not yet.  I,” He shook his head.  Laughter filled his head causing him to put a hand to his temples growling.  “Stop it!”

 

Mira stayed where she had been put, watching him seem to argue with someone he could only hear.  She did her best to stay quiet, not wanting him to turn the anger her way.  When he went silent, he sank to the floor across the room from her, head in his hands.  

 

She shifted, causing something on the rack to fall, and those strange eyes falling on her, looking more like a wild animal than anything human.  

 

He watched her, the one with haunting green eyes, though she wasn’t the one that had hunted him.  That one, was far more dangerous than the weak one that was cowering before him.  Part of him, was enjoying watching her tremble.  

 

Though as the sun started to rise, he watched her fade off, her head resting against her arms.  The faint light, he could see a purplish mark on her neck, and her wrists… The part of him that knew the city… knew that what was done was wrong.  

 

Moving to the girl, he was cautious.  Her eyes slowly opened and she tried to scoot back.  

 

He reached up, freeing her wrists.  He had found a first aid kit, and opened it, pulling out gauze.  “Here, hold one of your arms out.”  He ordered.  She did as he told her, trying to avoid him going off on her again.  His hands were calloused, but gently massaged the tender skin, rubbing something she didn’t catch from the kit, then wrapping them gently.  “I’ll leave.  I shouldn’t have come here,”  He wrapped the other wrist carefully, wincing when she hissed a few times.