farcry | anything can be taken from you.

[ a quiet sigh sifts through his nose as he takes another bite. he looks at Jason, at those drooping shouldres, at those downcast eyes. ]

What do you think, Jason. About this whole thing. Therapy, Robin, the pit?

[ a beat. ]

Being alive again?

I shouldn't be alive. [Connor sets his chilidog to the side.]

Not true.

[ 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.

[Jason shakes his head.]

I'm a burden to Bruce. He looks at me like I'm a bomb about to go off.

Come on, Jay, that’s not true. Bruce has his own shit going on when it comes to you. It’s not about a bomb going off.

[ he bumps his shoulder against Jason’s. ]

Then why do I rarely see him, huh? I'm still not allowed out in the field. I'm not Robin any more, I'm a benchwarmer.

[And Jason leans over the edge, just enough to feel the flow of wind brush past his face. Just enough danger.]

[ Dick’s eyes widen in alarm when Jason shifts forward almost enough to topple his centre of gravity.

he drops his sandwich to reach out for Jason instead, grabbing onto his upper arm as the sandwich tumbles over the edge. ]

You’re Jason Todd. [ he turns to face Jason, his dark eyes intense and filled with emotion. ]

You’re my brother. And that’s enough.

[Jason turns slowly to Dick, his face calm and collected despite the danger. He doesn't care about the sandwich that splats on the marquee below .]

Are we still brothers? Would've thought the death certificate ruled that null and void.

I— [ he has no idea what the technicalities around Jason’s death are. ]

I don’t care what the death certificate says, you’re still my brother.

[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.]

Maybe in a different universe.

[ it doesn’t 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 don’t wanna be my brother anymore? Is that what this is about?

You think I want to be the second rate Dick Grayson? [Now there's anger, now that there's no more danger to flirt with.]

[ anger is easier. better than danger. ]

That shit's in your head, Jason. You're nothing like me. No one expects you to be!

You think I just come up with this? Have you talked to Bruce?

[Jason is crawling up off his back to his knees.]

I'm not saying you pulled it of thin air, but, fuck, Jason.

[ 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.

[Jason staggers up to his feet and for a moment he stands there, watching Dick.]

Easier said than done.

[And then Jason swings at Dick.]

Ja--

[ 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.

anything can be taken from you.

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cw: for a very sad robin

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in the process of making a titans!jason account >>

oh my gOD. GIMME.