(Dc Jason Todd) Wrong Number

Open the Window

It's been a few days since we found out about who Jason was. Or what he did. Whatever you want to call it. I shift and look over the newspaper Lucas has come to show me. Our plan had worked. The politician was being prosecuted by the feds, the mob was tearing itself apart trying to get to him. It was an accomplishment. A small step in the right direction.

"Probably." I say absent mindedly and Lucas hums.

"I say you should. He's a good guy despite the entire outlaw thing. Even then..." Lucas shrugs as he shoulders his jacket on.

"You've been talking to him obviously." I say and Lucas smiles a little to himself.

"Yeah- I won't lie. He's trying to figure out what to do- forgive him if he does something stupid again. He's obviously not good at this. He seems like the guy that either takes what he wants- or leaves." Lucas says and I sigh because I know Lucas has this almost ESP sort of thing with people. 

Maybe because he always wanted to be a psychologist/behavioral analyst. Whatever it was he knew people. I was a good judge of character though, and everything in me said Jason was a good person.

"I've got to go though- Jen and I sort of have a lunch date." Lucas says smiling a little to himself.

I can't help but grin, Lucas hasn't been out on a date since Anna. That is unless you count seedy one night stands that always leave you feeling dirty.

"Go on then don't you dare keep that girl waiting or she'll kick your ass."

"If she's anything like you I might mean she likes me." he teases. I grab a pillow off the couch and throw it at him as he leaves.

He laughs as he ducks out and says goodbye. I'm left alone nursing my injuries. People think being shot in the shoulder means you'll be fine. It doesn't. You're brachial artery is there, if that's opened up you bleed out in moments. The shoulder also connects to your arm if you didn't know as well as your hand. If the damage was severe enough you could lose mobility. It may or may not be regained through physical therapy.That and there are bones there. A bullet shattering a bone sucks. If it doesn't shatter it will be wedged into you bone which also sucks.

Long story short- being shot anywhere is a bad thing. I got incredibly lucky. Like, next time someone shoots at me I won't have any luck left, so I hope he's a bad shot.

My injury was low on my shoulder. The bullet missed the artery and slipped past bone. It entered more towards my chest and exited just under my arm. Just under my armpit. That's the reason I bled so much. It was because the entry wound and exit wound very close to each other.

I was still pretty beat to hell other than that. So I was taking a break. Which was less of a break and more me contemplating what the fuck had happened. I expected Jason to be some sort of hit man or mercenary. But it wasn't the fact that he was what he was. It's just the fact that he knew I was working. Threatened Lucas and I to back off ( not sure what he actually would've done), had known very well that I didn't play when it came to mixing my personal life and my business. Known it would have been better to tell me before trying to fucking stop me from doing my job. Which is a dick move anyway. He knows I can handle myself.

I feel my body heating up with anger so I decide to toss the thoughts away. I curl op on my couch and watch T.V. to take my mind off of everything. I munch on trail mix and hunker down in a blanket I've dragged from my room. When my phone goes off on the coffee table hours later I lean over to peer at it from my spot on the couch It was about ten at night. So I figure maybe it's Luke. But it's not.