"And I tell myself to run from you, but I find myself attracted to my dilemma."
~ Selena Gomez
<Hazel's>
Smiling to myself as I think about Jason's antics, I push my door open and look around the room.
Due to me living in it, it was slightly messy, Barbara's red dress on the floor from the party two nights ago.
I frown at the dress, remembering everything that had happened; Mark, Jason, Iris, and that man. The man I scared into telling us what Black Mask was up to by threatening him with the gun.
My fingers tingle with the very thought of the heavy weight in my hands, causing me to wrap my arms around myself.
I shake my head, mentally calling myself ridiculous before I march to the dress and pick it up.
The cool fabric feels like silk in my hands as I try to shake the feeling of the gun away.
I hold the dress up to my body, and turn to look in the mirror; it was a beautiful dress... I just wish the wedding hadn't turned out the way it did.
A sigh escapes my lips as I run another hand over the dress, before I stop completely, blinking at a small white piece in the mirror.
My hand finds the pockets on the own, quickly emptying the contents.
And a piece of paper flutters to the floor like a feather caught in the wind.
My blood freezes as I stare down at the slip of paper, a paper than definitely should not be there.
My skin heats up, as if I were wearing all black, outside in the summer.
No. It's not from him...
I slowly blend my knees, and hesitantly reach for the note, my hand slightly shaking as I pick it up.
It can't be from him, that's a stupid ide-
Holy crap.
My mouth drops open and I nearly let the same happen to the paper.
Anger is the first thing that boils in my chest when I read the words over and over again.
Not because of what it says, but because I know why he gave it to me.
The second is so small I am not sure if it's really there until I put the note down and glance to the window, where Jason crawled in only nights ago; disappointment.
I sigh and run a hand through my hair, taking a few deep breathes before I re-read the letter again.
'Our ability to read people is not the only thing we have in common, my dear. Just as your knight in red-armor. He knows more than he is telling you.
- Your favorite uncle'
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To say dinner was awkward would be an understatement. Why?
Because Jason was sitting on my left, and my father- who was finally invited to dinner- was on my right.
And I don't have the nerve to look the former in the eyes and ask him what the heck the letter means.
Why hadn't I seen it earlier?
"Hazel?" A voice startles me out of my daze.
"Yes?" I question, looking to Bruce at the head of the table. He is surprisingly eating dinner with us, but I think it has something to do with the two people beside me.
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dove in the darkness ⋘ jason todd ⋙
Fanfiction"Hazel." "What?" "My name." I swallowed hesitantly, afraid to shatter the silence between us anymore than I already had, "It's Hazel." The silence of the night made it seem as if someone breathing too loud could make the silence shatter into a milli...
