@hafid.alghul

[batricide]

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[batricide]

[ Uncomfortably shifting, what are you doing. Is this a trap? This is a trap. ]

What do you want?

[reneger]

( it's a hug, you turd. jason's moving both arms to wrap around damian, despite the awkward as fuck angle. just go with it. it's easier for everyone. )

Not even getting exploded could kill me for long, a little cut isn't gonna keep me down.

[batricide]

Tt.

[ Stop with this!! Right now!! But he's tolerating it. Grudgingly. ]

[reneger]

( what a good damian, just wants some hugs. how cute. the skin on skin contact reveals how stupidly fond of damian jason is, stupidly high levels of love and affection translating through it. there's the dull sense of pain too, but. )

Don't click your tongue at me.

[batricide]

[ he'll tolerate this much. for jason. even if his nose wrinkles unpleasantly at the feeling of feeling someone else's emotions. especially positive ones about himself.

for his part - he feels pleased. happy. he'd missed jason like a limb over the years. but all that positivity is tempered by guilt, like he's not sure he deserves it. and apprehension, because how long will this last? ]

Then don't grab me without warning.

[reneger]

( empathy links are fucking horrible. jason's--usually a lot more secretive about shit like this, the stuff that goes on under the surface. he's noisy and boisterous when ticked off, but when it comes to good shit? emotions are a weakness. loving someone is a weakness. but damian needs it more than jason needs to hide it.

this just proves it, doesn't it. )

If I asked, you'd just do it more. ( a moment, before: ) »Tt«.

[batricide]

[ He hates it. And he can't even shove him off because Jason's healing, and he doesn't want to be too rough and hurt him accidentally. So he just. Tolerates it. ]

You're so annoying.

[reneger]

But you love me anyway.

( a hand in damian's hair, tousling what's left before he lets go. gives him room to breathe. )

I can feel it.

[batricide]

It's stockholm syndrome.

[ But. ]

So don't go dying like everyone else does. I expect better from you.

[reneger]

( if only it was that easy. but it's not. nothing's ever that simple, jason already clawed his way out of the grave once, proved that. )

No dying any time soon. Promise.

[batricide]

I'll drag you back myself.

[ It's a promise. He's not going to be left alone, not again. Even if the first time had been -

No. Stop thinking about that. ]

[reneger]

I don't wanna dig my way back out, so.

( the dirt under his fingernails, the panic as he slid off his belt loop. pushed it through the coffin bruce had lovingly buried him in. nothing useful, nothing any good robin would have, just a nice ass expensive suit. nice, except he wasn't fucking dead enough yet. )

Three days, I'll stay here. Long as Lokes doesn't kick me out before then.

[batricide]

Tt. That's assuming I'd allow you to be buried.

[ He's not a child anymore, not helpless in the face of death. He boasts confidence through the touch. No one is taking his brother from him again. ]

He seems... fond of you. I suspect you'll be fine.

[reneger]

Next time I die, actually die, make sure they burn the body. I don't wanna come back from it again.

( his face says what a fucking asshole, lips spread in a snarky grin. but the touch radiates something. . else. darker. regret, fear. )

We're alright for now.

[batricide]

Don't start with that. It's not going to happen.

[ It's. Not. Not again. There's no humor in his voice - he's been to too many funerals. Found too many loved ones cold and dead, unable to save them. ]

[reneger]

It's going to happen eventually.

( not now. maybe not even ten years from now, but one day. )

Everyone dies, D.

[batricide]

You forget who my grandfather is.

[reneger]

Already took one dip in that pit. I'm not eager for a second.

( he would, for damian. for someone who needs him alive, can't deal with losing someone. but god, who knows how jason'll come back this time? last time, he--figured it out. pieced himself together again. but-- )

If I come out crazy, you'd better lock me up again.

[batricide]

[ Guilt. More guilt. ]

Alfred came back fine. [ It's a confession of sorts, quiet. Melancholy. ] If it came to that I'd keep you away from people while you came back to your senses.

[reneger]

( he's quiet, for quite some time. but the thoughts rushing through his head are enough to make it obvious he's still thinking. guilt. anger. followed by sheer determination. the stubborn attitude that every robin carries with them. )

I won't let anyone hurt you. Ever. Not again.

[batricide]

You don't need to protect me. [ He's snapping - the anger is defensive, he hates feeling what Jason feels, knowing that Jason can feel the same. ] I'm not the one who gets hurt.

[reneger]

No, not physically. You've got me beat there. It's here.

( fingers raising, pressing against damian's chest. )

You've got a big heart.

[batricide]

Hardly.

[ He catches Jason's wrist, prying it free. ]

[reneger]

( there's no real pressure to his hand; damian can pull all he wants. jason won't fight it. )

You love animals. All of them. To the point when you saw one being mistreated and went vegetarian. You don't know how to respond to people showing you attention, but you try your best anyway. Hell, you even take care of me. No one's managed that one for long.

[batricide]

That's not who I am.

[ He keeps his voice flat and neutral. He does love animals - he does, but he was never permitted them. Just as he was never permitted with other children. Too dangerous. Too much of a risk. Too much like his mother. ]

I'm not the same boy you knew.