Robin / Jason Todd (Chapter 3: Final)

                              Warning: There's some strong language.  That's all

You woke up to an arm hooked around your waist.  You rolled over to see Jason smiling at you.  "Good morning beautiful.  Did you sleep well?"  "Yea.  Did you?"  He chuckled and replied "Yea because you were with me."

  After you brushed your teeth, you walked into the kitchen to make breakfast.  You saw a plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon on the counter.  "Jason?"  You called out, waiting for a reply.  "Yea?"  He replied from the living room.  "You know I could've made breakfast."  He walked over to you and said "Now I can't have the person I love doing everything for me.  And I can tell you didn't get a lot of sleep.  After your done eating, I think you should take a shower.  It would be refreshing and then after that a nap."  "But-"  He silenced you with a short kiss.  "No buts.  I don't want you to get sick from lack of sleep.  Promise me you'll take a nap?"  "Yea."  "Good."  You giggle.  "You worry too much." 

  When you finished eating, you went to take a shower.  After you put your pajamas on you wiped off a small section of the mirror to see your face.  "He was right."  You mumble to yourself.  Lack of sleep laced your eyes and there were barely noticeable bags under your eyes.  You slid under the warm covers and breathed in his cologne.  It made you feel like he was lying there with you. 

  You woke up to a loud crash sound.  You had slept all day and now it was dusk.  You leapt out of bed and began to pursuit after the sound.  You walk into the kitchen to see someone you didn't want to see...Your father.  And he had a knife.

  He starts to slowly walk towards you and say "______.  I've been looking for you everywhere.  Please come home."  "Like hell I will, all you do is fucking take your anger out on me!  You and Sarah are the reason I'm so depressed.  I have scars on my god damn wrists because of you two."  You kept stepping back until you were against the wall. 

  "Now now.  Her name is mom not Sarah you little bitch!"  Just as he was about to slap you, you ducked and ran past him, kicking his legs out from under him.  "You and her will never be my parents."  You heard the door softly open or close.  Fear was flooding your thoughts even more.  "Is it my mother?' 

  Relief spread all throughout your body when you heard the familiar sound of Jason's footsteps.  You ran to him and started crying.  "_____ What's wrong?!"  He asks, his face full of worry.  "My dad."  "Well I know how to deal with this.  He walked over to your dad and placed his foot on his back so he couldn't get up.  He thrashed around and said "Get the fuck off me!"  It was no use thankfully.  He pulled out his cellphone and called 911.  "Yea there's a robber in my house and a child abuser..."

  A year has passed since that day.  Your dad and mom were put in jail for many years of child abuse and breaking into Jason's and yours house.  You two were sitting on the couch watching (Your Favorite Movie Or Show).  "I have a question."  You asked with your head on his shoulder and your arms wrapped around his bicept.  "Yea?"  He looked down at you with his bright sea foam colored eyes.  "Why did you pick me?  There's a whole bunch of other girls out there.  I'm different than all of them."  You start to slowly become sad.

  "That's why I chose you.  Because your different than all the other girls in the world."  Tears of happiness threatened to fall down your face.  "Oh okay."  He leaned down to softly kiss you.  Not to forceful, not to plain, just perfect.