Jason pulls up at the Gotham animal cemetery. I hoped that maybe he'd let me do this alone, but he starts to climb out. I sigh and follow his example.

It's still snowing lightly, making the feeling of being in a graveyard worse. He stays behind me as I walk through the rows of headstones, equipped with animal names.

Finally, we reach the headstone of my cat Lucifer.

"You had a pet named Lucifer?" Jason chides. I ignore him and kneel down in front of the grave.

My ex-fiancé gave me Lucifer when we were kids. Lucifer went most places with me. He died after I brought him to Gotham.

On top of the snow covered stone is a blue collar with a silver bell on it. I dust the frost off of it and take the bell in hand.

"Seriously? You left it out in the open like this?"

"Who the hell searches for a key in a pet cemetery?" I snap back at Jason.

He stays silent as I pull the bell apart, the key dropping in the snow. I kneel down and grab it, slip it in my pocket and put the collar back.

Jason turns around and starts walking away. I roll my eyes and look back at Lucifer. I miss him so much.

I reach out to touch the engraved name, when Jason shouts at me. "Will you hurry up!?"

I throw him a glare, letting my fingers grace the stone for a moment. "I miss you," I say, barely above a whisper. Lucifer was there for me when no one else was.

With a deep sigh, holding back tears, I shove my hands in my pockets and begin walking towards Jason. He turns around and continues to the car.

I speed my walking up, opening the passenger door by the time he had his belt on. Funny; I expected him to do anything but wear his seatbelt.

Pissed at the way he disregarded the fact that we were literally standing at the grave of my best friend, I fold my arms and turn to the window, pretending he's not there.

"We just have to take the key to you know who," he says, shooting through the streets like a maniac. I don't reply.

Something strange overcomes my senses, including my eyes watering. I dab my eyelid and realise, for the first time in years, I was about to cry.

Why? I went to Lucifer's grave regularly.

Jason says something but I ignore him, doing my best to blink away the tears and breath slowly. It works.

"So what? You're going to ignore me now? Should I apologise?" He jokes cruelly at the end of the sentence.

"Yes!" I snap angrily, whipping my head around to him. My eyes start watering again and Jason looks taken aback.

Closing my eyes tightly, I take a deep breath. Blink and breathe. Blink and breathe. When I open them, I'm fine.

"Ghee, you're right Venus. I'm so sorry you're crying over a dead cat," He says sarcastically, his eyes not leaving the road.

"Someone who mocks someone else over a death like that, hasn't lost nearly enough people in their life," I say expressionlessly, folding one leg over the other and leaning my elbow on the window.

"You don't know what I've lost. You're just some rich snob," he suddenly says. I scoff. "A rich snob who, obviously, hasn't had enough experience with real things to cry about."

I move my chin from my hand to glare at him stupidly.

"You're such an asshole, do you know that? As soon as the tables turn. Dying and people talking about things they don't understand isn't as funny anymore is it? You're an asshole," I say.

He glares at me. I stare back. I decide to mock his earlier words to me. "An asshole who clearly hasn't had enough experience with death," I add on.

The car vaults forward, causing me to get thrown ahead violently, before being pulled backwards and hitting the seat from inertia. Jason had slammed the breaks.

From the shock, I feel my powers jolt hard out of control, sending the message of enticement out and hitting Jason directly in the head. Not that he'd feel it.

Enticement; forcing people to do the first thing that comes to mind. Effective in court, terrible in these situations.

I turn to him immediately. "What the fu-"

My head snaps to the side on the impact of him backhanding me across the face. I hold my cheek immediately, not making a sound. Shit, my power.

"You have no idea what I've been through,"Jason says lowly. What the fuck? Did he actually just fucking slap me?

The car is off again, slower this time. I turn back to the window, still in shock. This asshole of a human being just slapped me.

My mind goes to my gun, hidden in my jacket. I should shoot him.

I breath quietly, discreetly, trying to look unaffected. I fix my hair with minimal movement, keeping back tears of pain.

My cheek stings like a bitch.

"I-...Are you...I didn't mean to slap you," He suddenly says very quietly, tone sounding more afraid that anything.

I don't reply.

We reach some abandoned underground car park. The Batmobile is there, shiny and black. Batman, Nightwing and Red Robin emerge from the shadows.

Jason gets out of the car. I take a deep breath and pat my face, before opening the door and stepping out. I walk around the boot to the other side, keeping a one metre space between myself and Jason.

"Do you have the key?" Batman asks.

Jason nods and looks at me. I reach into my pocket, staring at his hand. I can feel the key, but an opportunity stands before that I cannot pass up.

Pretending to have the key, I reach towards his outstretched hand. Immediately I grip his wrist and tug him forward. I raise one leg and stab my heel into his thigh.

He shouts out, shocked at the swiftness of my attack. I take the opportunity to move forward and grip the back of his hair, at the same time wrenching his arm behind his back.

With two more short moves, I had both his arms incapable, his head under my control and the front of his body pressed against his car.

"A man who hits a woman is no man at all," I say carefully, both informing him and giving Nightwing, Batman and Red Robin a reason to not tackle me.

I pull Jason back slightly and slam him into the car. Once, twice, before letting him drop.

"Here," I say, tossing the key to Nightwing, who catches it. "I am not staying with someone who backhands a girl for no reason. Not for another second."

I take a couple steps backwards, distancing myself from him as he aggressively spits blood at the floor in front of him.

My hands shake and I realise what horrible thing I have done. The last few days he's been protecting me and I just...

"Nightwing will take you to collect your things. He will then take you to your sisters house. You'll stay under his and her protection until further notice. Is this satisfactory?" Batman says.

"Very," I answer softly, now looking at Jason with immense remorse. I nearly apologise, but Nightwing grabs my arm gently and tugs me along.

Shadows are disappearing as the sun sets. Nightwing sticks to the unseen alleyways and rooftops. Coming out during the day must be strange for him.

As we walk behind a billboard on a rooftop, Nightwing says something. I'm to distracted to hear.

I had hurt him without even thinking about how he'd feel afterwards. I did what anti-hero Sugar Skull would do, not DA Venus Meadow.

"DA Meadow?"

I look up to see Nightwing giving me a look of concern. "Is something wrong?"

"Y-Yes. Well I...Sort of. I shouldn't have done that. Beat him, I mean. That's not what I do anymore... But when men hit women it just makes me lose control," I say honestly.

Nightwing gives the smallest of smiles.

"Don't worry. He's seen through worse. He's just stressed. He's never laid hands on a women before. I'm sure he'll do whatever he can to make it up to you."

"You don't understand..." I trail off. No one in Gotham does.

So many people thought that Sugar Skull was a powerless anti-hero. But she wasn't powerless...I'm still not powerless.

"It's my fault," I whisper, pinching the bridge of my nose.

Nightwing gets into the apartment and allows me in from the roof. I step into the kitchen/living-room, admiring my previous prison.

"This is both the flashiest of his apartments, and his least favourite. I'd imagine that was in favour of you," Nightwing says. I ignore him and go into the room.

I grab the stuff that I own myself, which really isn't that much. It doesn't take long.

Before we leave, I notice that the green plastic cup is in the sink. The one he lured me into his room with. When we ended up sleeping together.

I take a calming breath, clenching my fists. I need to keep it together.

Now completely dark outside, Nightwing escorts me to my sister's apartment.

And all I can think about is Jason Todd.

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Sorry it's so late! I've had a ton and a half of stuff happening.

If you're loving this whole Gangster-y danger thing, check out my original story Gangster Blood! I know you'll love it!

I'M ALSO SORRY I MADE OUT LIKE JASE IS AN ASSHOLE. THERE'S A REASON I SWEAR. It's sort of explained there.

Love you all,

Stay magical

-Kaido