Please No.

                                    

                                          


                          
I get her some better painkillers, she can walk just fine her feet are just tender. It doesn't stop her from sliding around her apartment in socks.
                          
"You should be resting." I say.
                          
"I was until you showed up." She replies pulling food from her fridge.
                          
"You're always cooking for me when I'm over-" I notice.
                          
"My family taught me that feeding people is the best way to spend time with them." She says and I hum.
                          
"What happened to your family?" I ask.
                          
"Well my dad- he was killed, my mom committed suicide a few months after I turned 18. Left me everything." she says, the words are hard for her but she pushes through them. I shift.
                          
"I'm sorry to hear that- they did a pretty good job with you though. I'm sure they'd be proud." I say and she laughs a bit.
                          
"Hi mom and dad I kill people and do dirty detective work because the city doesn't want to get it's hands dirty- I'm also a fight club medic and spend m nights fighting people in dirty back alley ways." She laughs and I smile.
                          
"Least you do the butt kicking and not getting your butt kicked- sort of." I say and she throws a napkin at my face.
                          
"Fuck off Jay," She says wincing as she shifts her weight. I sigh and pull her away.
                          
"Let me cook- you can supervise I promise, you should stay off your feet for another few days." I say and she sighs.
                          
"I can't- if Lucas gets something from the info I got then I'll need to move."
                          
"Hopefully that's not for another few days- if anything I can help," I hint and she smiles.
                          
"I do my work myself but thank you very much." She says watching me start on the food.
                          
"You should make some friends in the same community-"
                          
"Which one would that be?"
                          
"Crime fighting." He smirks.
                          
"Too much flashy costumes to little straight talk." She sighs before snapping her fingers.
                          
"That's it!" she chirps.
                          
"What's it?" 
                          
"I'm going to beat the shit out of Redhood again!" She says and I choke on a breath.
                          
"WHat?!" I look at her.
                          
"He's got info- If I can shove his pride down his throat then he might work with me- I mean we did meet at arkham and he seemed to be all for not hating me if we were on the same side." She says and I feel panic rising in my throat.
                          
"Milou you're still hurt!"
                          
"Lucas can help me-"
                          
"Hood is a dangerous criminal-"
                          
"So are Luke and I-!"
                          
"He'll kill you!"
                          
"I'd like to see him try! Last time I'm sure I gave him a concussion, mild of course."
                          
She not wrong about that.
                          
"Milou when I said make friends I meant like- batman or- or even nightwing or something!" I say checking the food in the pan I'm using. I can't believe I just said that.
                          
"Bat's has a strict I work alone unless you're a young dark haired boy rule." she says and I laugh a little.
                          
"Yeah that's a pattern of his." I say and she hums.
                          
"Hood is still my best bet- he's on the same case and everything-"
                          
"Milou please-"
                          
"Alright I'll stop talking about it." She says and I sigh a bit. At least I know what to expect.
                          
We eat and she rambles her thoughts to me. We go back and forth as she explains to me her suspicions on cases.
                          
"There's so much going on I'm sure we don't have enough room in the prisons to put everyone away." She sighs.
                          
"That why guns exist." I say and she shakes her head.
                          
"We'll see how it goes- I'm sure this'll end badly. But not bad enough to become a tragedy." She says and I nod slowly. But I'm not sure about that.
                          
I stay late into the night, say my goodbye since I have things to do like get ahead of her in this game. She smiles and kisses my cheek, she closes the door before I can do anything.
                          
So I work ahead of her, I get info I tack people. Three days later, one night, i'm on a roof. I'm having a good time, minding my own business, just running around. When I'm fucking drop kicked onto the ground. The tag team is back and at it again. With a vengeance. Who is who I dunno. But by the end of their blitz both of my hands are cuffed to a pipe and they each have one of my guns pointed at me.
                          
"Sorry to drop in on you like this," Lucas says in a huff. They take off their hats and masks. Milou takes over quickly.
                          
"Hood- I've got info you want- and you've got some that I want-"
                          
"I'll get it myself-" I start.
                          
"No-no you won't because the guy I got it from is dead- it was fresh and only he and his boss knew- his boss is in a coma I put him in- you might wanna rethink your strategy." She huffs.
                          
"I don't work with task force agents."
                          
"This will be off record- You can do what you want but we work together on this- there are a lot of good people involved who don't want to be- you don't wanna shoot them on accident." Lucas says. They take the guns off me, Lucas comes to uncuff me.
                          
"What if I say no?"
                          
"I shoot you in your knee cap," Milou deadpans.
                          
"Okay then I'll take the bait," I mutter as I stand free.
                          
"Good- you first," Lucas says.
                          
"Oh no- how do I know you're not tricking me-"
                          
"Because we're 100% sure you heard about the club shoot out- how do you think we got info?" Lucas asks.
                          
"Well fuck."