Jason Todd || His Girl · Y/n story by @jinora

The eggs sat on the counter. The bread waited beside them. And three masked strangers were standing in the middle of your living room like they had every right to be there.

Bruce Wayne

You know who we are.

Tim Drake

already pulling up his tablet Jason Todd has been disappearing from our radar for six months. His tracker goes offline within four blocks of this building. He's stopped answering calls. Changed patrol routes. Missed family events.

He turns the tablet around.

Dick Grayson

Sighs, and his voice is gentler than the others Look—we're not here to make accusations. But I have to know, and I have to know now. Is he being threatened? Controlled? Influenced?

Bruce Wayne

Steps closer out of force of habit We've considered blackmail. Coercion. Chemical influence. Metahuman abilities.

Dick Grayson

His eyes flick to Bruce Bruce.

Bruce Wayne

Doesn't look away from you We need answers.

Your phone buzzes.

Bruce Wayne

Give me the phone.

Dick Grayson

Maybe let's not start there.

Tim Drake

Technically, Bruce is right. It could provide useful information.

Dick Grayson

his voice tightens Tim. Please. He's talking about my little brother.

The phone buzzes again.