Pjo DC Marvel one shots

The Dark

Warning!!!!!!!!

I was trying to be quirky and different but ended up with a very very cringey trainwreck. I actually hate this with my whole heart<3 But hey we learn from our mistakessss (most of the time)

I put too much effort into it to not post it though so here it is






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EVEN THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PLACES turn dark in the night.
But my darkness wasn't physical. In fact, the day my life turned to hell was a beautiful sunny day, one where anyone would think nothing could go wrong.

On that day, five years ago, everything went wrong.

Jason had promised he'd only be gone for a week, that he'd come back knowing who he was and his place in the world, we'd go out to get chilli dogs and he'd tell me of his adventure in Ethiopia.

Jason came home in a bag. A body bag.

He was only fifteen.

We were only fifteen.

Two weeks later and it's my birthday and I'm leading my first war.
Yay me.

I never really saw Mr. Wayne after that, before his death the dark-haired man was the closest thing I ever had to a father.
He tried calling me.
Then texting me.
I never responded.
One day he just gave up.

Every year I've managed to visit Jason. Only on the anniversary, and only for an hour.
Any longer than that and I'd be crying myself to sleep for the next week.

So here I am, five years after Jason's death, standing in front of the grave of my first love, first and only.

Bruce won't be here tonight if the light in the clouds is a sign of anything. Apparently there is a new crime-boss in Gotham, calling himself the Redhood after the Joker.
I can't find it in myself to care.

Kneeling in front of the grave I just talk, talk about whatever happened that year. The quests, the friends, the encounter with various gods.
Somehow it helps.

Jason and I were street rats together, the only difference being I had a mom who cared, but Gabe was far too...hands on for me to spend the night at the small apartment.
So at night I would sneak out whenever my mother had to work late, meet up with Jason and try to find a dry place to sleep. 

It wasn't the best childhood, but I still managed to look back on certain moments with Jason or mom and smile.

It wasn't much but it was enough.

When I stand to leave, I feel empty, as if all my burdens had lifted, taking my very heart with them. "Bye Jason, see you next year."

Getting as far as five steps away before the soft scuffle of boots in damp grass makes me pause. Had Bruce really come tonight?

"Why wait until next year."

Something grabbed hold of my chest and suddenly it was a struggle getting enough air for my lungs. I knew that voice. It was older, deeper and maybe a little raspier but the accent and pitch were the same. 

"Fuck, I'm hearing things now."

A small chuckle broke through the sounds of Gotham and gods, it was the same laugh too. 

Slowly, so slowly, I turned my head, the wind blew through my hair sending stands of raven locks in my eyes. There he was, he was taller and fuller, all signs of childhood malnourishment gown. Hades he was taller than Bruce now, wider in the shoulders too. But what I really noticed was his eyes, his once pale blue was now a very distinct green. The white tuft in his hair seemed to draw my eyes. "We match now." I choked out, my voice shaky and betraying my internal emotions.

Jason chuckled again, a happy yet sad sound. "That we do."

"...How?"

His head tilted slightly to the side, a small smile now on his face. "Is it really that hard to believe given the lives we lead?"

"No," I answered honestly, it wasn't.

 "Jason." I didn't have anything to say, it just felt so good saying his name.

"Yeah?"

"You're an asshat."

"I know."

Who moved first didn't matter, but suddenly his arms were wrapped around me, mine around him, and for the first time in five years the darkness receded. For the first time in five years, I felt safe, I was home.

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