He spins around, more than prepared to gut anyone that thought they could just sneak up on either of them, the soft glow of the nightlight joined by the haunting green of the pit awakening in Jason’s veins, but when he turns there’s nobody there. The hand lying atop the covers twitches, fingers flexing, and Jason is just about to snap at the vigilante when Dick’s eyes become tight and start flicking between Jason and something right behind him that makes every hair on Jason’s neck immediately stand on edge. What the fuck were you thinking?” Dick’s eyes crinkle, “No, don’t answer that. “Jay,” Dick whispers, voice raw and scratchy and pleading, and Jason sighs.ĭick’s lips twist up into a loopy sort of half smile that tells Jason he must be on the real good type of pain killers. He’s got half a mind to bail, but then Dick blinks up at him sluggishly and all the tension just kind of- drains from his face. But Bruce had looked so sad when Jason wouldn’t pick out anything that wasn’t food and-Īnyway, looks like Dick scavenged what nobody else wanted when they threw Jason’s old stuff out after he kicked it.Ī soft exhalation pulls him back to the present, and Jason watches with pursed lips as Dick’s face scrunches and his lashes begin to flutter. Remembers picking it out when Bruce took him shopping for the very first time and he’d still been terrified of everything non-essential that cost money. ![]() A ridiculous Wonder Woman nightlight sticking from the socket beside the bed the only thing providing some sort of ambient lighting. Jason checks the IV, watching the slow drip-drop of the saline mixed with pain killers as it descends to the veins, pushing the squeamishness that he feels upon seeing the needle protrude from the dip of Dick’s elbow firmly aside.ĭick’s eyebrows are scrunched even in sleep, the shadows under his eyes even more pronounced in the gloom of the room. He just knows Damian is snickering his head off somewhere in the depths of Nanda Parbat, the brat. Jason still hates Dick’s guts, sure, just not enough to let him die, apparently. ![]() It’s disconcerting, how easily the pit mangled his priorities. He should be in Crime Alley, cleaning out a nest of Penguin’s henchmen trying to sneak drugs through Hood’s territory, instead he’d slipped through a window into Wayne manor - depressingly grateful that Bruce hadn’t remembered to delete Jason’s security pass after his death - and stalked through the quiet halls like a ghost out of its grave.Īnd now he’s standing at Dick’s bedside, all because the pit just wouldn’t fucking settle until it made sure Dick really is still alive.Īt least the green tint around his vision is finally beginning to fade away. He’s hovering over Dick’s bed, scowling down at the original Boy Blunder with more venom than Talia’s got inside her on a good day. Parallel universes are the strangest thing ever, Jason decides. ![]()
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