a/n: So this is where the actual story REALLY picks up, for the most part im going off BAtman: Arkhm knight: Genesis and Red hood and the outlaws for jasons backstory, though i dont really like red hood and the outlaws very much (*Cough* *cough* S t a r f i r e   i s   f o r e v e r   r  u i n e d  f o r   m e ), but basically this is where stuff start to get  bit more real in tune to the comics

Jonson's mom died.

It was sudden, in a way. But in that same way it was not. She had gone too far, swallowing bottle and a half of pills instead of just  handful. She just couldn't take it, Willis had died in Prison and without him she truly had no idea what to do with her son, Jason.

So you watched him get worse, he'd go through more cigarettes. He would steal more, he would lie more, he would get into trouble more. He was more physical, he was more loud and he argued a lot more. But he was still soft.

He lived outside of his apartment. It didn't belong to him anymore, and he stopped going to school. Child Protection Services had been looking for him. He was wanted, basically. So he ran off, an literally lived out on the street. The last thing he ever wanted was to be put in the system. And in truth? You would have doe the same.

He had a gun.

The idea of Jason with a gun, it came to you often. You figured that someday he'd probably get his hands on one, but never had you imagined he'd actually own one this soon in his life. You've seen him shoot it, throw it, hit a disgusting man with the handle. But he'd never actually kill anyone. He only really ever shot on guy in the foot, every other shot was a warning shot.

Still, Jason, with a gun. A scary idea. One day, he would climb over the edge with that gun in his hand and instead of grabbing for the ledge to pull himself up? He'd probably reach for another gun, then fall. Jason was begging to be corrupt. Even if he wasn't truly saying he wanted to change, to be different. He was begging.  And he was doing it all to himself by not taking your help. By not taking Layla's help. Who, he had cut off.

He cut everyone off, everyone but you. For some reason, Jason felt it too selfish of him to keep you by him this entire time. But he didn't care, what he did care about though, was you. And that might just come back and kick his ass later in life but he doesn't really mind. As long as he gets to see you and know that you're okay while he isn't there to watch you? He is okay. He will survive with that. As long as he gets to see you outside of different circumstance.

You'd been there for him through everything. And this is when he needed you the most, even if he never said or it admitted it to himself.

Currently,  as of this moment, he was running. Running away. Not much of a difference, some old same old. always running it seemed.

But this time, he was running away from you. He was annoyed, sure. But he enjoyed the adrenaline he felt as you chased him through Gotham.  To water it down, and give the specific details? Jason had been shot, after stealing from someone who very much did own a gun. And who very much didn't care that he had aimed the barrel at a kid. Exactly what you were afraid of.

That happened about a week ago. So the reason why he's A-okay and running now is because he's healed, due to his hospital visit with Leslie Tompkins after being found on the side of the street, not by you of course. But by an officer.

After he was all patched up and healthy, Doctor Tompkins decided to give him a speech about how things will change if he tried, and she had this entire therapist thing goin' on saying that life gets better, there is always a light to the dark.

So how does he pay her back? By stealing pharmaceuticals from her office to sell o the street. Running off, and out the window. All this happened just a few hours ago, he was in the hospital for quite the long time. All the while? You were unaware. You hadn't known Jason, your best friend, the boy you've known for basically all the important bits of you life for.  You had no idea that he had been shot, and hospitalized for a week. He could have died, in fact he came pretty close to bleeding out in that old alley in a pool of his own blood. Not a good way to go out, but considering this is Jason in one of his most reckless states right now? You're pretty sure he could die of an even worse way, that would make him wish he had just died back in that alley in a pool of his blood.

And as your anger tight now? The way you looked at him when you crossed him on the street after seeing him or the first time in about a month? Yeah, he wishes he died in that back alleyway. He had been avoiding you for a while, not to completely ignore you. He just need money for something.  And hi ways of getting it, even though you had some of your own stealing habits, you drew the line at carrying a gun.

He knows you hate guns. That's why he cut himself off away from you.

So yes, as of this moment, you were chasing him down an dark alleyway in Gotham's streets, in crime alley, not a good idea for two teenagers to be running around in, especially at the age of fifteen. Bad things happens to people without real protection down here.

Jason was the best runner in town. Almost nobody could really touch him. Basically nobody could. Minus that one guy who shot him in his back, yeah. But Jason was climbing over a fence when that happened, not the best move but it was his only way out.

Jason's used to living alone, and even before his parents died it felt like he was alone. So he got used wot working alone too. Not much of a surprise, really. He would let you in, but the moment things got too serious he'd push you away. Which made his affections for you all the more confusing to him. He didn't really start noticing it until that night a couple months ago where the two of you sat in silence, naked and alone in the tub surrounded by darkness.

Jason had made some sort of deal with Moroni, which basically translated into "I won't steal from you if you just give me four corners of Happllng hills to keep myself safe an clean." which is where he slept. He kept it thug free, he didn't like the idea of people soiling where he lived. He already had enough of that from his dad. He would not let strangers do it to him anymore

Family is only gravity to pull you down.

Jason leaps over obstacles in is way, holding the brown paper sack bag in his hands. It was stuffed with money, and  gun. His red hood was up over his head, but that was your target to follow. You'd keep your eyes on the back of his head, letting the red be your indication of where you have to go.

You slid under a work bench that Jason had jumped over, throwing yourself back up to your feet and gaining peed as you ran after him. Jason noticed you seemed more athletic than the last time the two of you had one of these "fights", you must be training under someone. For some odd reason, it made Jason feel alive. To have something with you that wasn't just friendship. Something that challenged the both of you.

Your black and green jacket ruffle over your body, the black jeans and muddy combat boots got a little wet due to Gotham's slight rain. running after Jason is not only tedious, but fun, and tiresome.

"Jason, I can help you!" You yelled out, Jason jumped over a ledge and tuck-and-rolled himself out onto the ground below, it wasn't much of a jump but it was one that made you question if the possible ankle sprain was truly worth it.

You sighed, keeping your running pace as you placed your hands over the concrete edge and raised both legs to your right and your left, using your hands to push you down where as Jason ever-so-recklessly and carelessly leaped down, tucking his head and arms in and rolling to the ground? No, you didn't copy him.

Your legs were separated in some sort of a V shape, close to a split but not exactly that far. You had your hands between your knees for a brief moment when you pushed yourself off the concrete block. Then your hands went up and squared with your shoulders as you came closer to the ground. When you hit the ground, your hips had evened your legs out and you had your knees bent, so no you didn't hurt yourself upon the landing.

"I don't need any help, (Y/n)!" Jason yelled back at you, not turning around to look. He grabbed a tree branch and shoved him away, gaining more speed. Closing in on an alley, the sky was getting darker.

You didn't really notice how fast you were running until you realized you wouldn't make that turn without smashing your face into the mud. So when you reached the tree he used to gain speed, you used it to change your direction.
You jumped p from the ground, and grabbed the branch and let your momentum carry you off to the other end, letting go and turning your body in the air so it pointed you in the direction of the alley Jason ran down. Your body carried a little high, you nearly ended up flinging yourself off of the branch or possibly straight up around it. The cracking sound it made when you let go was your indication to be less aggressive.

Jason was so sure he lost you, but when you came running down the alley and tackled him to the ground? Yeah, it shocked him.

You had seemingly come out of nowhere, just a blur of black and green. Your hand pushed down onto his chest, knocking him and his brown paper bag of cash and his gun to the ground. You knocked the wind out of him, he ground loudly in pain as you shoved him over, his back hit the ground pretty hard next to the dumpster in the dark alleyway.

"Jay!" You growled to him, using his nickname. You had grabbed his wrists and pinned his hands behind his head, glaring at him from above. You had a knee on either side of his hip, feeling his chest beneath yours rise and fall in rapid breaths, in sync with yours though.

Your face was inches from his, eyes fixated into a glare. He knew you got mad, and when you got mad you would yell, you would point finger, and you would make someone feel god-awful-guilty. But he couldn't help but smirk at seeing you pin him down to the ground like this, holding him with his hands above his head while you straddled him.

You noticed the smirk, he was about to say something witty but you shut him up by smashing your head down on his, delivering a nice, hard, headbutt.

"Ghhu!" He roaked out, groaning loudly as a red mark was forming. You sat you over his body, pushing yourself down to keep him still as he shoved his hands over his forehead and started rubbing the pain away while groaning and mumbling vulgarities to himself. You didn't smirk, but your face gave off a slight smile.

It didnt last long, the second he gained his focus back he brought a leg up, one had his ankle secured on the back of your neck and the other leg shoved against your chest. He shoved his hands against the ground to use more strength in his legs to force you own off of him, using his thighs and ankles for the most part to guide you onto the ground in the dark alley. He didn't intend to slam you so hard, but the shriek you made out made him feel a little guilty at the idea of hurting you. He didn't intend to do it, he actually wasn't really able to control how much force he was putting onto you, and he felt really shitty bout it.

But once he saw that the pain you had was only temporary, he copied your position you had on him over a moment ago and pinned your hands above your head. but he shove one knee between your kegs to keep you from attempting his latest move on you.

"J-Jason your kn-knee is-" You weren't able to finish speaking, feeling to frustrated to even focus on word, you looked away from him. Biting down on your lower lip and letting the red flush cover your face.

"What's that?" He asked, scooping his face in closer to you, his lips on the shell of your ear, you could feel his hot breath running down your neck.

Before you could even answer him, there was a loud crashing sound a a blur of nothing but black that passed by the two of you, in confusion? The two of you looked at the tumbling black mess, the more you focused? The more you could tell who it was.

Batman just got his ass handed to him, and when you looked over and saw what Jason was looking at? You froze up.

The Joker. In a mech suit.