((A/N)): INTRODUCINGGG MYYY Motherfucking husband, oh my gosh, Jason Peter Todd, you are hot as FUCK.

Listen, I love him, okay? And Dick, too, but this is about Jason right now...

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You scowled in disdain down at the city streets. Gotham City had never been much to look at, but seeing the streets mostly empty, or otherwise overrun with militia tanks, only added to the filth and corruption.

It made you angry. And your anger fueled you.

Growing up a pageant child, your parents' motto was "seen, not heard". You held your emotions and any semblance of a personality in for years. You only cracked when your parents finally caught a child neglect and abuse charge.

Luckily for you, a certain billionaire playboy took you in, and gave you an outlet.

The feisty one, the angry one, the tough one, the one who refused to stay down. The pretty one, though that one you despised. That's how your Batgirl was known to the rogues, compared to Barbara Gordon's.

"Batgirl. Come in", Bruce's voice crackled with a layer of static in your ear.

"I'm here", you responded curtly. "There's a whole lot of militia men over here, and a fair number of tanks, too. I think this might be a base".

You crept closer to the edge of the rooftop, and sure enough, an abandoned power plant came into view, swarming with the militia.

"Send me your location. And do. Not. Engage", Bruce warned.

You rolled your eyes, sending him your location and inching closer to the edge.

"You've got it, B".

Keeping eyes on the target, a sudden loud whirring noise in the sky had your head jerking up, just in time to catch a helicopter soaring over the rooftop, headed for the base. If you didn't hide, surely it would catch you. And if they didn't kill you first, Bruce definitely would.

Tucking and rolling, you dove behind an electric box, hoping the helicopter's lights wouldn't expose you as they swept across the rooftop.

"Batgirl! Come in, Batgirl!"

You waited for the militia aircraft to completely pass over the building before releasing your breath.

"Helicopter. Almost got caught", you breathed.

"Are you okay?"

You slid out from behind the box, creeping into your original position.

"Yeah. I've got it."

Little did you know, as you had eyes on the base below, someone from down there had eyes on you, too.

~

The helicopter landed close enough to the ground for Jason to jump out, landing with a heavy thud that he hoped intimidated his troops. It remained hovering in the air behind him. After all, he wasn't finished in the sky yet.

"Sir! We've picked up motion on that rooftop!" one of his commanders shouted to be heard over the helicopter's noise, pointing to the exact rooftop Jason had suspected hosted a spy.

Be it Batman, or Batgirl, he was going to pay them a visit himself and find out.

"Did any of you engage?" he asked, his voice deep and robotic.

"No, sir. We were waiting for you".

Perfect.

Jason grinned under his mask. He hoped it was Batgirl. Knowing Barbara was out of action, he had yet to meet you, though he already knew one thing:

I'm going to enjoy toying with her.

~

As soon as you saw the Arkham Knight jump out of the helicopter, your eyes widened.

"Bruce!" you hissed into your comm. "The Arkham Knight is here".

You could hear your mentor and legal guardian inhale sharply.

"I'm on my way. Stay hidden. Do not engage".

You felt your hands ball up into fists at your sides, itching for a fight.

This was the man who thought he could bully Gotham into doing whatever he wanted just for the sake of it, apparently.

He fucks with my city, he fucks with me, you thought furiously.

"Y/N".

Bruce's tone was sharp.

"Do. Not. Engage".

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to control your own anger before blowing a deep breath out through your nose.

"Fine. Copy that".

Despite your compliance, though, you couldn't help feeling like you were letting him get away when the Knight boarded the helicopter again and it rose into the sky, heading away from you. You kept an eye on it as it disappeared, not taking any chance of getting caught.

15 minutes passed, and you were still posted. Nothing new to report, and no sign of Batman, or the Arkham Knight, anywhere.

There was, however, another helicopter approaching.

You ducked back into your hiding place, waiting for it to pass by you again, but when the whirring blades at their loudest stopped right above you, you knew that you hadn't been quick enough. You were caught.

Still, you stayed crouched behind the electric box, even when heavy boots landed on the rooftop, mere feet away from you.

"Batgirl", the Arkham Knight's modulated voice said, mockingly. "Haven't had the pleasure of meeting you yet. I know Barbara's been... sidelined".

You didn't move an inch, hardly dared to breathe.

In all honesty, you were terrified. You had never been face-to-face with the Knight without Batman.

With each resounding footstep, he seemed to get closer and closer to you.

"I see Bruce's recruited another little sidekick. Kind of stings, not gonna lie". The Knight chuckled darkly at that.

His footsteps stopped, too close to you for comfort. All he had to do was lean forward just a little bit, and you would be discovered.

You jumped slightly, a single tear rolling down your cheek against your will when he began to speak again.

"I wonder: what makes you good enough? What do you have that the last Robin didn't?"

To your relief, he began to walk away from you. Still, you kept a hand clutched over your heart in a useless attempt to stop the rapid pounding.

"You can't be that good. 'Else I wouldn't have spotted you coming in earlier. Much less my men".

You cringed as he continued. You guessed by the sound of his footsteps alone that he was by the door that led into the building. Once again, he stopped.

"Maybe it's the hot little body under that suit". His voice dropped, and with it, your stomach. A new fear mingled with the kind already taking over your body.

"Oh, I saw it, Batgirl. You weren't hard to miss, even from all the way up there. Is that it? That why he keeps you around?"

He. Bruce.

Batman, where are you? You thought desperately. You didn't know how much longer you could stay up there, listening to the Knight's taunts, a mixture of pure fear and pure anger, no in between, threatening to escape in either a choked sob or a brash action you were sure you'd regret. Both would probably get you killed sooner.

You heard him load a gun from where he stood, continuing to walk again.

"You know, I heard he took in another kid. Good old Bruce. Always looking out for the poor and unfortunate. Real doll, too".

No. He couldn't know.

But he could. He knew Bruce's identity, of course he would know yours, too.

"What was her name... Little Miss Gotham for a couple of years... pageant girl... oh, yeah. It was Y/N, wasn't it?"

At surprising speed for all of his armor, the Knight began to sprint towards your hiding spot.

You reacted fast, whipping a batarang out of your belt and sending it cutting through the air towards him, but you weren't fast enough.

You knew it was a losing game the second he started running for you. You simply weren't prepared to take him on your own. But you weren't about to go down without a fight

He easily overpowered you, yanking you flush against him, back to chest. He kept one arm around your throat in a light chokehold, the other around your waist forcing you to keep still.

Letting his arm around your neck loosen just a bit, you struggled in his grasp, kicking and trying to throw punches, until you felt a tight, thin wire cut into your wrists, binding them together.

The Knight's gloved hand grasped your jaw, forcing you to stare up at his robotic, Batman-like helmet.

"I could kill you", he mused. "Send you back to the old man with a bullet hole in your pretty little head".

You glared, struggling harder. In turn, the Knight released your jaw, tightening his grip on your neck again with one arm, while using his free hand to pull harshly on the cord around your wrists.

The pressure on your throat began to increase, making you light-headed. You began to gasp for breath, fighting to stay conscious, to keep fighting, even though you knew you had already lost.

Dark spots began to form in your vision as the worst feeling, a feeling you had never wanted to feel ever again, the feeling of giving up, of submission, took over you, leaving you finally limp in the Knight's arms.

The last thing you remembered was him scooping you up, bridal style, and his last words as he carried you away and you slipped into darkness:

"No. I think I'll keep you. See how much of a fight he puts up to get you back, sweet little Batgirl".