[ Dick was about to take a bite of his cold sandwich too, but then Jason says that and the sandwich freezes mid-air, his mouth stuck open as his brows lift up in surprise. ]
Really?
[ he can't even hide his incredulity as he turns his body all the way, facing Jason fully. the sandwich lowers and a smile tugs on the corners of his mouth. ]
That's--great, Jason. I'm sorry you hated it so much but...good for you.
[ despite Jason trying his best to keep Dick from his joy, warmth softens around his eyes anyway and he huffs a chuckle, leaning over to bump his shoulder against Jasonâs. ]
Thatâs a choice and you chose to go to therapy. Donât discount that.
[ of course he knows how important Robin is to Jason. Robin was (is) important to him too. finally, he takes a bite of the sandwich and humms in consideration. ]
Bruce issued that ultimatum? Fix yourself or give up Robin?
[Jason leans a little further out, enough that if Dick were to let go, Jason would fall to his death. The wind rushes now and it's almost enough to put Jason fully off his balance.]
[ it doesnât take much for Dick to yank Jason back, until both of them are tumbling backwards off the parapet and onto the gravel of the roof. his brows are pinched as he straightens, rolling up onto his knees beside Jason. ]
You donât wanna be my brother anymore? Is that what this is about?
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Really?
[ he can't even hide his incredulity as he turns his body all the way, facing Jason fully. the sandwich lowers and a smile tugs on the corners of his mouth. ]
That's--great, Jason. I'm sorry you hated it so much but...good for you.
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Not like I had a choice. It was either go to therapy or stop being Robin.
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Thatâs a choice and you chose to go to therapy. Donât discount that.
[ of course he knows how important Robin is to Jason. Robin was (is) important to him too. finally, he takes a bite of the sandwich and humms in consideration. ]
Bruce issued that ultimatum? Fix yourself or give up Robin?
[ yeah, he gets why that doesnât feel good. ]
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He thinks itâs the Lazarus Pit.
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Yeah. I wouldn't be surprised.
[ a frown sets into his features, as he looks away and out over the city. ]
Does that make you feel better? To know it's the pit, and it's not you?
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[And there have been so many outbursts.]
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[ many. outbursts. including a chase after his own life but Dick gets it. ]
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[Jason looks down at how his boots hang above the city.]
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What do you think, Jason. About this whole thing. Therapy, Robin, the pit?
[ a beat. ]
Being alive again?
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[ Dick looks at the chilidog set to the side, feels bad about asking the question. ]
You shouldn't have died in the first place. Jason, I'm glad you're alive. I mean it.
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I'm a burden to Bruce. He looks at me like I'm a bomb about to go off.
;(
[ he bumps his shoulder against Jasonâs. ]
cw: for a very sad robin
[And Jason leans over the edge, just enough to feel the flow of wind brush past his face. Just enough danger.]
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he drops his sandwich to reach out for Jason instead, grabbing onto his upper arm as the sandwich tumbles over the edge. ]
Youâre Jason Todd. [ he turns to face Jason, his dark eyes intense and filled with emotion. ]
Youâre my brother. And thatâs enough.
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Are we still brothers? Would've thought the death certificate ruled that null and void.
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I donât care what the death certificate says, youâre still my brother.
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Maybe in a different universe.
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You donât wanna be my brother anymore? Is that what this is about?
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That shit's in your head, Jason. You're nothing like me. No one expects you to be!
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[Jason is crawling up off his back to his knees.]
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[ he doesn't move, just stays close to Jason as Jason gets up.]
Bruce is Bruce, none of us can change the shit he thinks, but just because he thinks it, doesn't mean you have to live by it.
in the process of making a titans!jason account >>
Easier said than done.
[And then Jason swings at Dick.]
oh my gOD. GIMME.
[ the name doesn't even completely leave his mouth before he's dodging into a back roll that takes him to his feet. ]
Stop. Stop, I'm not fighting you.