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here's chapter two! :)
Title: Little Red
Rating: PG
Part of the DCU
Chpt.2
Livy slowly blinked her eyes open and immediately felt warm. Warmth was something that she wasn’t used to feeling, but it comforted her.
She notice that she was lying on a couch, and on top of her was a thick warm blanket. In front of her was a crate that acted as a table with some cinnamon raison bread resting on it along with a cup of water.
Livy sat up, keeping the blanket wrapped around her and she stared at the food, feeling her stomach rumble.
“Is this for me?” she questioned in a whisper, hope was in her voice since she had gone without food the entire day.
“Yes.” Stated a voice, and she jumped in surprise. The man who she was trying to mug was standing behind the couch.
Livy looked at the food, then up at him, her eyes filled with uncertainty.
The man walked from around the couch, pulled up another crate and sat across from her, the food in-between the two.
“Eat, I promise it’s not poisoned.” He smiled genuinely, and Livy started to worry. Nobody was ever kind to her while she was staying with Jacob. Things like this would usually end up being a trick, to taunt her. However, her stomach gave another low growl.
Livy timidly reached out her hand to the food, while glancing nervously at the man, and then grasped the bread, and brought it up to her mouth.
She gave the food an unsure sniff, looking at it critically, and then she took a small bite.
Livy had been living off of the scraps that Jacob would give her which meant moldy bread, spoiled meat, rotten fruits and vegetables, and old Chinese food. The fresh cinnamon and raison bread made her taste buds soar, and she ate as fast as she could.
“Hey, slow down Little Red Riding Hood, there’s more where that came from.” The man chuckled as he watched as she almost choked on the bread from eating it too fast.
“Why do you call me that?” she inquired through mouthfuls of food.
“Because of your cloak.” He informed as he pointed to Livy’s tattered red cloak with a hood that was meant for covering her head. “Have you ever heard of the story of little red riding hood?” he inquired, and Livy shook her head.
“Well, I also don’t know your name. what is it?” he questioned, and Livy looked at him, very unsure whether to tell him her name or not.
Well, what can he do with my name anyway? He can’t do anything. I’m sure there’s millions of Livys out there.
“Livy.” She informed softly.
“Livy what?” he pried, raising an eyebrow.
“I dunno. My mommy’s last name was Farmer, but she wasn’t my real mommy.” Livy informed as she continued to devour the food, causing her to burp, but the man could care less for table manners.
“My name is Jason Todd.” He informed as he extended his hand to shake.
Livy looked at his hand, and sighed, then reluctantly handed him her bread that she was eating.
“Sorry.” She pouted.
Jason couldn’t stop himself from laughing. Between breaths of laughter he handed Livy the bread back, but she was puzzled why he was laughing at her.
“Livy, when someone extends their hand like this, it means that they want you to shake it.” He informed, once he was able to control his laughter. He then extended his hand again.
Livy slowly reached her small hand out and wrapped it around his large hand and shook it, trying to remember how her mother had shook hands with people.
“See? Not so hard, right?” Jason chuckled. “It’s nice to meet you, Livy.”
“It’s nice to meet you too Jason Todd.” Livy nodded, and he released her hand.
“Livy, have you ever patched up a gunshot wound before?” he inquired curiously and Livy shrugged.
“I watched my mommy do it a lot. She was a nurse, and guys who got shot would always come to my house, and my mommy and I would help them. We had to move a lot because the police didn’t like my mommy helping out the guys who would show up at our house, but they paid my mommy a lot of money. My mommy would show me how to help heal people cuz she said it could come in handy.” She informed with a shrug.
Jason nodded his head. He understood what Livy meant when she said that her mother was a nurse. Her mother was a doctor that gangsters and mob bosses could go to to get patched up without any medical records being filed.
“So Livy, do you consider yourself a good nurse?” he inquired and she shrugged as she ripped off a large piece of the bread, and gulped some water to help it go down her throat.
“I guess so, but once mommy died the men who came to her didn’t want to come to me for help. They don’t think I’m as smart as my mommy.” She frowned, thinking about the conversations she had with those men, and how they would say that she couldn’t do much for them.
“Then prove yourself.” Jason smirked.
“What do you mean?” Livy inquired as she finished eating the last of her bread.
Jason unraveled the makeshift bandage that Livy had wrapped around his shoulder, and revealed his wound. It was gruesome, but the nine year old only looked at it as if it was a scratch.
“I have the medicine and equipment. Do you think you can patch me up?” he questioned, and Livy looked at his wound with critical eyes.
“Do you have iodine and a needle?” she inquired.
~*~*~*~*~Two Hours Later~*~*~*~*~
“I have got to say Livy, you patched me up pretty good.” Jason nodded as he looked at his stitched up wound.
“Thank you.” Livy said with a small smile, proud of her work. “Just try not to move your shoulder that much. It still needs time to heal.” She informed, and Jason chuckled at how grown up the nine year old was acting, but then got more serious.
“Who was watching after you after your mom died?” he questioned, and Livy’s proud face dropped.
“This douche bag named Jacob. I have to steal stuff if I want to eat and sleep.” She frowned, and Jason raised an eyebrow.
“Do you like working for him?” Livy shook her head.
“No. I don’t earn my keep much because I don’t like stealing, so they don’t treat me to well.” She sighed as she thought back to what Jacob and his friends would do to her.
She would receive beatings almost daily, and was often bleeding somewhere on her body once they were done.
Jacob and his friends didn’t feel like that had much power, but when beating Livy, they had all the power in the world.
Jason’s eyes rested on some of the blood that was stained in Livy’s hair.
“Well, Livy, I need a nurse.” He informed. “I get beaten pretty bad because of my work. Sure, I can patch myself up on my own, but it’s not very fun.”
“Your nurse?” she inquired, slightly intrigued.
“Yes. If I get hurt, you can patch me up. You can stay with me, and I’ll make sure you have shelter and food. Good food. You do not have to steal. I can even get you some medical books if you’d like.” He smiled, and Livy thought about it for a second.
“And you wouldn’t hurt me?” she questioned. Jason smiled at the girl.
“Not a single hair on your head.” Livy grinned as she felt happy for the first time in years. She was finally away from Jacob, and even better, she felt like she could be a help.
Helping people with injuries was what she always wanted to do. She felt like her mom would be proud of her.
“When can I start?”
Title: Little Red
Rating: PG
Part of the DCU
Chpt.2
Livy slowly blinked her eyes open and immediately felt warm. Warmth was something that she wasn’t used to feeling, but it comforted her.
She notice that she was lying on a couch, and on top of her was a thick warm blanket. In front of her was a crate that acted as a table with some cinnamon raison bread resting on it along with a cup of water.
Livy sat up, keeping the blanket wrapped around her and she stared at the food, feeling her stomach rumble.
“Is this for me?” she questioned in a whisper, hope was in her voice since she had gone without food the entire day.
“Yes.” Stated a voice, and she jumped in surprise. The man who she was trying to mug was standing behind the couch.
Livy looked at the food, then up at him, her eyes filled with uncertainty.
The man walked from around the couch, pulled up another crate and sat across from her, the food in-between the two.
“Eat, I promise it’s not poisoned.” He smiled genuinely, and Livy started to worry. Nobody was ever kind to her while she was staying with Jacob. Things like this would usually end up being a trick, to taunt her. However, her stomach gave another low growl.
Livy timidly reached out her hand to the food, while glancing nervously at the man, and then grasped the bread, and brought it up to her mouth.
She gave the food an unsure sniff, looking at it critically, and then she took a small bite.
Livy had been living off of the scraps that Jacob would give her which meant moldy bread, spoiled meat, rotten fruits and vegetables, and old Chinese food. The fresh cinnamon and raison bread made her taste buds soar, and she ate as fast as she could.
“Hey, slow down Little Red Riding Hood, there’s more where that came from.” The man chuckled as he watched as she almost choked on the bread from eating it too fast.
“Why do you call me that?” she inquired through mouthfuls of food.
“Because of your cloak.” He informed as he pointed to Livy’s tattered red cloak with a hood that was meant for covering her head. “Have you ever heard of the story of little red riding hood?” he inquired, and Livy shook her head.
“Well, I also don’t know your name. what is it?” he questioned, and Livy looked at him, very unsure whether to tell him her name or not.
Well, what can he do with my name anyway? He can’t do anything. I’m sure there’s millions of Livys out there.
“Livy.” She informed softly.
“Livy what?” he pried, raising an eyebrow.
“I dunno. My mommy’s last name was Farmer, but she wasn’t my real mommy.” Livy informed as she continued to devour the food, causing her to burp, but the man could care less for table manners.
“My name is Jason Todd.” He informed as he extended his hand to shake.
Livy looked at his hand, and sighed, then reluctantly handed him her bread that she was eating.
“Sorry.” She pouted.
Jason couldn’t stop himself from laughing. Between breaths of laughter he handed Livy the bread back, but she was puzzled why he was laughing at her.
“Livy, when someone extends their hand like this, it means that they want you to shake it.” He informed, once he was able to control his laughter. He then extended his hand again.
Livy slowly reached her small hand out and wrapped it around his large hand and shook it, trying to remember how her mother had shook hands with people.
“See? Not so hard, right?” Jason chuckled. “It’s nice to meet you, Livy.”
“It’s nice to meet you too Jason Todd.” Livy nodded, and he released her hand.
“Livy, have you ever patched up a gunshot wound before?” he inquired curiously and Livy shrugged.
“I watched my mommy do it a lot. She was a nurse, and guys who got shot would always come to my house, and my mommy and I would help them. We had to move a lot because the police didn’t like my mommy helping out the guys who would show up at our house, but they paid my mommy a lot of money. My mommy would show me how to help heal people cuz she said it could come in handy.” She informed with a shrug.
Jason nodded his head. He understood what Livy meant when she said that her mother was a nurse. Her mother was a doctor that gangsters and mob bosses could go to to get patched up without any medical records being filed.
“So Livy, do you consider yourself a good nurse?” he inquired and she shrugged as she ripped off a large piece of the bread, and gulped some water to help it go down her throat.
“I guess so, but once mommy died the men who came to her didn’t want to come to me for help. They don’t think I’m as smart as my mommy.” She frowned, thinking about the conversations she had with those men, and how they would say that she couldn’t do much for them.
“Then prove yourself.” Jason smirked.
“What do you mean?” Livy inquired as she finished eating the last of her bread.
Jason unraveled the makeshift bandage that Livy had wrapped around his shoulder, and revealed his wound. It was gruesome, but the nine year old only looked at it as if it was a scratch.
“I have the medicine and equipment. Do you think you can patch me up?” he questioned, and Livy looked at his wound with critical eyes.
“Do you have iodine and a needle?” she inquired.
~*~*~*~*~Two Hours Later~*~*~*~*~
“I have got to say Livy, you patched me up pretty good.” Jason nodded as he looked at his stitched up wound.
“Thank you.” Livy said with a small smile, proud of her work. “Just try not to move your shoulder that much. It still needs time to heal.” She informed, and Jason chuckled at how grown up the nine year old was acting, but then got more serious.
“Who was watching after you after your mom died?” he questioned, and Livy’s proud face dropped.
“This douche bag named Jacob. I have to steal stuff if I want to eat and sleep.” She frowned, and Jason raised an eyebrow.
“Do you like working for him?” Livy shook her head.
“No. I don’t earn my keep much because I don’t like stealing, so they don’t treat me to well.” She sighed as she thought back to what Jacob and his friends would do to her.
She would receive beatings almost daily, and was often bleeding somewhere on her body once they were done.
Jacob and his friends didn’t feel like that had much power, but when beating Livy, they had all the power in the world.
Jason’s eyes rested on some of the blood that was stained in Livy’s hair.
“Well, Livy, I need a nurse.” He informed. “I get beaten pretty bad because of my work. Sure, I can patch myself up on my own, but it’s not very fun.”
“Your nurse?” she inquired, slightly intrigued.
“Yes. If I get hurt, you can patch me up. You can stay with me, and I’ll make sure you have shelter and food. Good food. You do not have to steal. I can even get you some medical books if you’d like.” He smiled, and Livy thought about it for a second.
“And you wouldn’t hurt me?” she questioned. Jason smiled at the girl.
“Not a single hair on your head.” Livy grinned as she felt happy for the first time in years. She was finally away from Jacob, and even better, she felt like she could be a help.
Helping people with injuries was what she always wanted to do. She felt like her mom would be proud of her.
“When can I start?”