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Sugar

— Paring; [Red Hood] Jason Todd x [Gunslinger] male reader. Fandom; Batfam/DC

Quote; “What’s with the mask? Gotta pretty face ya hidden under there, or are you coverin’ up some nasty scars?”

Description; Red Hood runs into a Gunslinger robbing a bank. He has no idea how to deal with this western man, except for cringing at his word use and accent. Disclaimer; Guns. Violence. Reader is a villain. “Slut-like” & “man-whore” used to describe the reader.

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A/N: Request from @xdark-acadamiax, @xweirdo101x It’s a bit short, I’m sorry, and I’m sorry It took so long. I don’t know if I matched the reader up with the character you were talking about, but I tried my best. I hope you like it. Thank you for your request.

“Uh, no.” Y/N said. “I said, ‘100,000’ not ‘1,000’. Dear lord, this bank is harder to work with than my pop drunk off his ass.” He then sighed, straightening up his posture.

He was currently holding a gun to the poor man shoving stacks of money into a duffle bag. The man let out a sob in fear.

“Stop cryin’. I ain’t gonna hurt ya unless ya don’t do what I say. Get-ta ‘nother 10,000 in there and we’ll be all fine and dandy. But don’ do what I say,'' Y/N pressed the gun against the back of the worker’s head, “and I’ll blow a pretty hole in your head.” The worker was frozen.

Y/N raised a brow at the lack of action. “Are ya done?”

The man’s eyes were squeezed shut in hope. He was anxiously biting his lip and nodding his head. “Mhm.” It came out whiny, and forced.

Y/N placed the gun in his leather holster and grabbed the duffle bag. He threw it over his soldier and headed for the door. Before he could reach the door, a sudden explosion sent the door to the floor. Y/N stumbled back a step from the gust of wind.

A silhouette was found in the smoke and Y/N drew his gun. A man stepped out, his gun aimed at Y/N. Red helmet, bat symbol on the chest. Red Hood. Y/N knew him, not a lot about him, but he knew him.

“Do you get off at killing the innocent?”

Y/N was thrown for a loop at the out-of-pocket question. “Huh?” There was an awkward silence. “What?” He tried again.

“I said-”

“No, don’ say it again. I haven’t touched a hair on anyone’s body.” Y/N looked at the scared man. “Well, I put a gun to his head, but I obviously didn’ pull the trigger.” He defended.

“What kind of gun is that?” Red Hood asked.

“This is my baby,” Y/N dragged his fingers across the barrel. “This is a LeMat Revolver. Her name is Betty.”

Red Hood loudly reloaded his gun and Y/N realized he now had the lowerhand. “And I thought I loved my guns.” He mumbled.

“Oh, you dirty cheatin’ bastard.” Y/N grumbled.

“Hand over your baby.” Red Hood said. “And the money.”

Y/N sighed and put the duffle bag down, placing the gun on top of the bag. He stood up straight and slowly placed his boot on the money. He then kicked it, sliding it closer to the vigilante in front of him. “You be careful with that gun, son.” Y/N warned.

As soon as the firearm was out of the villain’s hand, the worker from earlier bolted out of the room.

“Don’t call me ‘son’.” Red Hood snapped back. He picked up the gun with his free hand and unloaded it. Nine individual bullets fell out of the weapon. “Nine? I thought these things only held six.”

Y/N rolled his eyes. “It's a LeMat.”

Red Hood approached the gunslinger, taking slow and careful steps.

Y/N chuckled. “I don’ bite. Well, unless you wan’ me too.” He winked at the man in front of him.

Red Hood groaned and began patting the man down.

Y/N sighed. “What’s with the mask? Gotta pretty face ya hidden under there, or are you coverin’ up some nasty scars?” He asked with a smirk.

Jason shook his head and ignored the question. He took Y/N’s wallet out of his pocket and read it off.

“‘Y/N L/N’?”

“Don’ wear it out, sugar. Won’ be as fun when yer moanin’ it.” He said with a shit-eating grin.

“Are you always this…”

“Endearin’?”

“Slut-like.”

Y/N was once again thrown for a loop. “‘Slut-like’?”

“You’re a worse man-whore than my brother.”

Y/N shrugged. “I wouldn’ min’ bein’ a man-whore for a pretty thing like you.”

“Stop it. I’ll end up liking you.”

Y/N grinned. “Doesn’ seem so bad to me.”

While talking Y/N has effectively inched his way closer to the light switch on the opposite side of the exit. Y/N slammed his elbow into the light, darkness enveloped the room.

“I have night vision, idiot!”

“Takes at least 5 seconds to switch!” Y/N yelled back slamming his fist into the helmet at full force. It only cracked, but Y/N saw the lights in the eyes flicker. Y/N snatched Betty off the ground and ran out the door. “Nice talk, sugar. Maybe next time it’ll end in a more pleasurable way.”

By the time Jason regained his composure, the gunslinger was gone. “Damn it.” He cursed at himself.