𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍 {𝔇𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔧𝔬𝔫}

5

"Go away," Damian said.

"I didn't even say anything," Jason protested as he entered Damian's room.

"Get out," Damian ignored him, "I want to be left alone."

Jason sat on Damian's bed and motioned him to sit next to him, "Sometimes ya don't always get what you want, tater-tot."

Damian did not sit next to Jason. Instead, he turned around and glared at him, "What do you want, Buckethead?"

Jason stifled a gasp. Damian's face was pale and his green eyes were hollow. He had dark circles under his eyes. The whites of Damian's eyes were red, like he'd been crying. But Damian never cried.

Ignoring the state of how his little brother looked, Jason continued, "Did I ever tell you the story about how I died and came back to life?"

"Yes," Damian continued to glare, "many times."

"But did I tell you what I did when I came back?"

Silence.

"As you know, I was killed by the Joker." Jason said bluntly. It wasn't exactly a sensitive topic, but Jason did his best to avoid it most days, "He beat me up with a crowbar and left me in a warehouse with a bomb. It exploded, I died."

"Get to the point, Todd," Damian snapped, impatient.

"When I was revived by the Lazarus Pits," Jason continued like Damian never interrupted, "there was only one thing on my mind - to kill the Joker for what he did to me."

"That was the only reason why I came back to Gotham was that I wanted to make the Joker feel the pain I felt when I realized everyone I ever knew thought I was dead," Jason lowered his eyes, as if he was reliving the moment as well.

"But luckily, I was stopped by Bruce, and I'm... ashamed of my actions then," Jason concluded.

Damian eyed him, "What was the point of that story? You wasted 1 minute of my life."

Jason sighed. Damian was starting to get on his nerves and Jason was being mighty patient, "The moral of the story was sometimes vengeance and anger drives you to do actions you might not be proud of. Forgiving is better."

"What are you trying to tell me?" Damian asked, his eyes narrowing into slits in suspicion. 

Jason hesitated and started, "I was just-"

"Get out."

"I-"

"Don't make me repeat myself."

Jason eyed Damian for a moment, stood up, and left.