After a fight with Trigon, Dick is pulled through a portal into hell and finds himself badly injured in a completely hostile world.
Left to his own devices and surrounded by all kinds of monsters, Dick has only one option. Survive as long as possibl...
Irritated, Jason spoke into his phone when he saw who was calling him. This Ass only called when he wanted something from him.
"Damian's been missing for a week. Have you heard from him?"
Dryly the bat answered him and the Outlaw's mood became even more darker:
"Why the hell would I know anything about that little shit, please? I never had anything to do with him!"
"All right. Did you notice anything else?"
"If you're referring to the Mafia pissants in my town, I've killed them all. If you want some time off, I'll be happy to clean up your place. Don't be surprised if you can retire afterwards, though."
Jason could hear Bruce grumbling angrily on the other end. This asshole had some nerves...
"Nice of you to call again, though. It's not like it's been a year since the last time, and that was only because of Dick's death."
"Jason I..."
"You know what Bruce? No matter what you're about to say, I don't care. While it's none of my business, if you ask me, I'm not surprised Damian took off either. Grow a spine and fuck you Bruce! You and your fucking mask!"
Furious, the Outlaw ended the call.
He had such a hatred for this bigwig and his constant dishonesty at the moment. He wanted to throw his cell phone against the wall and he already raised his arm to do so. However, the black-haired man clamed himself down. It was useless anyway.
Jason sighed heavily and lowered his arm again. On impulse, he went to one of the shelves that stood in his living room to take out an old picture from one of the drawers.
Jason then sat down on the large couch and thoughtfully looked at the photo, which showed him as Robin with Batman.
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Back then, there was still Bruce, who not infrequently had a smile on his face and who still knew that there was such a thing as fun.
The corners of Jason's mouth automatically pulled up a notch as he thought back to some of their family moments. For example, when Jason was ill and then Bruce hadn't gone out on patrol specifically to spend the evening with him. Or when they had played baseball together. *
He had definitely tried to be a father to him and there were times when Jason felt like one of the kids he had envied for years.
A good time.
Straining, Jason rubbed his face to get away from those memories.
What was he doing here?
This chapter was long over. After all, they both went their separate ways and there was only Batman left for Bruce anyway.
