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[copsormasks]

the hell does that mean

what happened to the other me?

[theknightshift]

It doesn't matter. If you don't know Ra's then you will be brought back some other way.

[copsormasks]

no that's not how this goes

nobody told me i was going to die

but you sure as fuck are gonna tell me what happens after i'm brought back

[theknightshift]

You should talk to the other Jason then.

[copsormasks]

i'm talking to you

and you know something

[theknightshift]

I know what happened to him. Not to you.

[copsormasks]

then tell me

please

[theknightshift]

He came back as someone new. Different. The Lazarus Pit changed him.

[ He's not giving up the name. ]

[copsormasks]

oh fuck

i don't wanna be changed

[Not that he loves who he is or how he interacts with others, but he doesn't want to be changed by some mystical pit from some assassin.]

[theknightshift]

It didn't change how I felt about him. And it won't change how I feel about you.

I'm here.

[copsormasks]

[That's... not the response Jason expected.]

wait

really?

[theknightshift]

Really.

[copsormasks]

but we fight like all the fucking time

[theknightshift]

I don't always get along with him either.

[copsormasks]

oh

...

i guess we could talk

like in person

i guess?

[theknightshift]

If you want.

[copsormasks]

sure

your place?

[theknightshift]

[ Jason gets a location ping instead of a reply. He's in the safe house, as usual. ]

[copsormasks]

[Jason arrives in a few minutes, dressed in all black as usual, his hood pulled up over most of his head. He knocks on the front door, a little unsure if he's in the right place. His Bruce's safehouses were always somewhere abroad. He never seemed to treat Gotham like a home, but as a burden he hated to carry.]

Hello?

[theknightshift]

[ Bruce is used to his guests letting themselves in through a window, so when one of the noisemakers activates, he takes a moment to peer out to see who it is. When he realizes it's Jason, he comes down the flight(s) of stairs and opens the door for him. ]

Come in. I'm upstairs.

[copsormasks]

[This is weird, Jason decides. This is really weird. Being in a normal ass house with any Bruce is just weird. His Bruce never bothered wearing anything but suits and even up in the mansion seemed to never relax, so being here is weird.

But he still steps in and closes the door behind him.]

Cool. Upstairs. [He can't tell if this is some weird trap or not, but he'll take it one step at a time.] Thanks for inviting me. Uh, I know we didn't exactly part on great terms last time.

[Last time Jason had been out of his mind, so fresh from his murder that he couldn't think straight.]

[theknightshift]

[ Bruce would agree this is strange. But then so is everything about Nova City. A skeleton of a city that feels familiar to an uncanny degree, but strange in every other way. There's no life here and it makes the entire building Bruce leads Jason through feel eerie. A shell of something just waiting to come to life.

But it doesn't.

Instead, Bruce pushes open the door leading to the safehouse proper after rows and rows of empty rooms and apartments. The safehouse itself is nothing grand. Just a two room space with cabinets for storage and tables converted into work spaces. A mattress shoved into one corner where Bruce sleeps for the few hours he manages to get. ]

Are you feeling better now? Sleeping?

[copsormasks]

[Jason follows Bruce through the rows of rooms and apartments and into the safe house. He looks around, gets a better feeling for things since it's definitely a work space and he's used to that with the other Bruce. He pulls down his hood and turns toward Bruce.]

Sleeping better. [The scars on his face have softened but they're likely to stay no matter how much time goes by.] I guess feeling better. Calmer. Sometimes.

[How does one feel better about his own murder?]

[theknightshift]

[ It isn't perfect. But it is better and sometimes that's really all you can ask for. Because nothing is perfect. None of this would be necessary if it was. Jason would be alive, the Joker put away somewhere he could never hurt anyone else. Bruce would be better at this without relying on Alfred to do the emotional labor. It isn't perfect. But it's good enough and that's fine for now. ]

Good. [ Bruce goes back to his workbench and sits down to finish what he's been working on. Offers the empty seat nearby if Jason wants to take it. ] I don't have much food here. Just some granola bars and water, if you're hungry.

[ The real stuff's at the manor and Bruce isn't ready to go there yet. ]

[copsormasks]

[Jason moves toward the seat and plops himself down, looking around the space to really take it all in. It's something he would make for himself if he weren't staying with the younger Bruce.]

I'm good.

[This is also familiar. His Bruce only had prepared foods brought in after Alfred died. And he's still, honestly, used to have nothing but dumpsters back home.]

This about something I did?

[His Bruce taught him to be ready for every conversation was a reason to blame him for something and the Titans sealed that into him. Even if the younger Bruce has done a lot of work, there's still so much more to get out of the grooves of Jason's psyche.]