When they landed, when Jason was slumped against a wall (Jason, the Red Hood, the same man) looking half dead and terrified, Allison walked right up to him, yanking back her hood, then her own domino so she could be fully seen.
The anger. The betrayal. Every emotion laid bare for his viewing.
She stood there, seething, staring...
...then drew back and threw a punch right at his jaw. Almost immediately, she grabbed him by the collar, hanging on as the angry tears in her eyes finally slipped free.
"Allison? Really?" she hissed, barely a whisper. "You could have died tonight...died any given night, and after everything...after the mugger, the fire bees, every night you're out here with me, risking your neck while I have no idea...all you can say is my name?!?" Her grip shifted, fingers grabbing him roughly by the hair as her voice rose to something like a scream, her control faltering.
"What part of I love you did you not understand, you arrogant fucking jackass?!?"
And, just to make the source of her fury very clear, Allison dragged him in so she could kiss him...tasting blood and not caring, her abused lungs protesting while she kept kissing him...clinging to him like a lifeline, because he was.
She wasn't sure she could ever forgive him for this...but she would kill every last soul in Darrow before she would ever let him go.
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Date: 2014-09-17 11:18 pm (UTC)The anger. The betrayal. Every emotion laid bare for his viewing.
She stood there, seething, staring...
...then drew back and threw a punch right at his jaw. Almost immediately, she grabbed him by the collar, hanging on as the angry tears in her eyes finally slipped free.
"Allison? Really?" she hissed, barely a whisper. "You could have died tonight...died any given night, and after everything...after the mugger, the fire bees, every night you're out here with me, risking your neck while I have no idea...all you can say is my name?!?" Her grip shifted, fingers grabbing him roughly by the hair as her voice rose to something like a scream, her control faltering.
"What part of I love you did you not understand, you arrogant fucking jackass?!?"
And, just to make the source of her fury very clear, Allison dragged him in so she could kiss him...tasting blood and not caring, her abused lungs protesting while she kept kissing him...clinging to him like a lifeline, because he was.
She wasn't sure she could ever forgive him for this...but she would kill every last soul in Darrow before she would ever let him go.
Even over this.