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Log: Fallen bats
Mar. 1st, 2018 11:41 amJason had been getting a little hot headed again since he and Bruce started to butt heads. The thing that kept life stable for him was his studies and well, sometimes he needed help. He had been lucky in getting Batgirl as a tutor for some of his bad subjects but for the most part he handled learning on his own. It was dumb luck that he had been on a rare overnight trip with his class the night that all hell broke loose in Gotham. The night the Joker went to far.
He didn't hear any of the news until nearly the next afternoon when he made his way out of the school feeling like he had slept to much and saw a morose looking Alfred waiting for him instead of the bus.
"Master Jason." He spoke, a twinkle of hope in his sorrowful tone.
"Is B okay?" were the first words that the boy spoke as the butler opened the door.
"Master Bruce is fine. Please get in and we can talk." Jason's heart started to pound as he got in, worried he was in trouble, or worse, Nightwing had been killed.
But, even that idea didn't hurt as much as what he was told on the ride home. Of course it wouldn't be Nightwing, wasn't he off world anyway? Jeeze when would he find out?
He expected to go straight to the hospital and see her, but Bruce wanted him home to update him on cases. Gotham never sleeps.
AS it was, it wasn't a school night, which meant the Boy Wonder could be flying that night, at least until the bad blood, that already poisoning the waters between him and Bruce, reared its ugly head again. The two ended up screaming at each other until Bruce left for patrol, and Jason went to bed.
It was nearly noon the next day before Jason finally convinced Alfred to take him to town to see her. Bruce was dead to the world and would be for a few more hours yet. Stopping at a florist on the way he picked something simple, with a sunflower in the center, he even used his own allowance to buy them instead of the books he had planned to get. Barbara meant more than a few hard backs. He got funny looks as he signed himself in to see her. He didn't care, Alfred was waiting in the waiting room for now, no one would say anything not when he was Bruce Wayne's adopted son. Sometimes he hated how eyes followed him since then. At least on the streets he could move silently without the eyes.
Once he was given the okay he picked up the flowers and made his way into the room, wishing he was a bit taller since the bed was nearly bigger than he was. Puberty needed to hurry up.
"Hey, Barbie." He spoke low as he came to stand beside her on the bed, speaking low worried she might be resting or angry or any reasonable thing. He held up the flowers suddenly not sure what to say, worried if he asked if she wanted to go after the Joker she might box his ears. He'd wait to ask. "Sorry I couldn't come sooner."
He didn't hear any of the news until nearly the next afternoon when he made his way out of the school feeling like he had slept to much and saw a morose looking Alfred waiting for him instead of the bus.
"Master Jason." He spoke, a twinkle of hope in his sorrowful tone.
"Is B okay?" were the first words that the boy spoke as the butler opened the door.
"Master Bruce is fine. Please get in and we can talk." Jason's heart started to pound as he got in, worried he was in trouble, or worse, Nightwing had been killed.
But, even that idea didn't hurt as much as what he was told on the ride home. Of course it wouldn't be Nightwing, wasn't he off world anyway? Jeeze when would he find out?
He expected to go straight to the hospital and see her, but Bruce wanted him home to update him on cases. Gotham never sleeps.
AS it was, it wasn't a school night, which meant the Boy Wonder could be flying that night, at least until the bad blood, that already poisoning the waters between him and Bruce, reared its ugly head again. The two ended up screaming at each other until Bruce left for patrol, and Jason went to bed.
It was nearly noon the next day before Jason finally convinced Alfred to take him to town to see her. Bruce was dead to the world and would be for a few more hours yet. Stopping at a florist on the way he picked something simple, with a sunflower in the center, he even used his own allowance to buy them instead of the books he had planned to get. Barbara meant more than a few hard backs. He got funny looks as he signed himself in to see her. He didn't care, Alfred was waiting in the waiting room for now, no one would say anything not when he was Bruce Wayne's adopted son. Sometimes he hated how eyes followed him since then. At least on the streets he could move silently without the eyes.
Once he was given the okay he picked up the flowers and made his way into the room, wishing he was a bit taller since the bed was nearly bigger than he was. Puberty needed to hurry up.
"Hey, Barbie." He spoke low as he came to stand beside her on the bed, speaking low worried she might be resting or angry or any reasonable thing. He held up the flowers suddenly not sure what to say, worried if he asked if she wanted to go after the Joker she might box his ears. He'd wait to ask. "Sorry I couldn't come sooner."
