// anyone want apple slices

He hated that.

"It's me," he said without having any clue of what he truly meant by that. Rough guess. "You used to have this same look, when... I don't know. Maybe, to you right now, I'm not making any sense, but it's me. I'm here."

"Like a damn rooftop tag, that's right."

There was that look in Dick's eyes that made Jason believe it was 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 him.

The same look his brother gave him whenever they sat in front of each other, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. -

// GOOD LUCK MWAH

Jason groaned, taking a step back and wiped his eyes with the back of his hands.

"The hell am I supposed to do now, then? Huh? I was just gonna get ready to hunt you down."

This was fine. Better than nothing.

Better than being left without a trace. 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦.

If there was anyone that could be fixed, that would be his brother. Or maybe there was nothing to fix.

Even though he 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 just like Jason, he... didn't change one bit. -

Jason was used to the cold. Cold cave. 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴. Gotham's rain.

Yet those hands remained the same. Those were the same hands that patted his shoulder for a job well done. Same hands helping him patch his wound up even though he accepted that begrudgingly. -

😞

// and NOW supervisor's here? man

// also shoutout to Beau for letting me borrow not only two, but three muses for talon to namedrop and play with like a barbie doll

Jason couldn't even find it in him to feel embarrassed for crying. He didn't even realize that he was.

It was comical how much taller he was, yet he clung onto his brother like a child. Like he was fifteen again.

"How—How did you get here? Did he find you?"

Fuck you.

((Hardest part is sitting still, my ass HURTS

To Loaf, my cat.

And to Dough, my sourdough starter.