*this is Jason's pov during the chapters Sister In Law and Big Brother from Safe.
I lounge on Tim's bed. The kids ran off at the sound of the doorbell, and I thought this would be the perfect time to spend time with one of my favorite people.
"Hot water into a plastic bag? These are just getting people sick at this point." Tim grumbles. He's sat beside me as we watch life hack videos on his laptop. It's peaceful.
"I've tried this one before. Saves dishes." I defend, he gives me a mock horrified look.
"You're gonna get cancer from that. I can't believe you'd eat cancer noodles." He says, glancing back to the boiling water being poured into a Ramen package.
"Better cancer than a clown." I say with a smirk. He huffs.
"How about no death in general? Think you could do that?" He nudges me with his elbow. I roll my eyes.
"I can try to keep away. But I retain the right to take out a rapist if I meet another one." I say indignantly. He sighs, dropping his head to between his shoulders.
"I get where you're coming from, but couldn't you just maim him? Another paralyzing shot?" He muses. I consider it.
"If I tell you something, you can't tell Cora." I state seriously. He matches my tone with a sharp nod, closing the laptop.
"My lips are sealed." He assures. I steel my nerves.
"I missed, when I shot the bastard." I start. "I was aiming for his throat, but I froze when I saw him. I didn't mean to let him get away." I lower my head.
It's been slowly eating me alive. If I had just shot him right there and then, she wouldn't have a reason to be as scared as she is. I failed her just because I'm still not over my own shit.
"Jason, it's better this way." Tim replies softly. I shoot him a look.
"How is having a little girl still fear for her life better?" I growl. Anger at myself bubbling up.
"She's not scared of you. That's better." He says. I give him a different look, to which he sighs. "She's never seen anyone get killed before. Seeing someone you look up to take another life, it's scarring."
I take in his words. Would she really be scared of me? I know that I would have fallen to my knees and worshiped someone that saved me, but Cora's reactions are completely different from mine.
She shuts down where I wake up. She keeps a level head where I rage. She seeks comfort and help, while I push everyone away. Maybe her perspective of me would change. But now the bastard still isn't able to hurt anyone, and maybe it wouldn't have helped anyway.
"He still deserves to rot in hell." I grumble. Tim places a hesitant hand on my shoulder. His palm burns a comforting warmth into me.
"He will. And until he kicks the bucket, naturally, maybe you and Cora could heal." He says hopefully.
"Maybe." I relent.
A knock resounds at the door.
Within the next few seconds I'm flung off the bed. In the seconds following that I'm pushed and then I'm falling.
When I get my bearings, I'm laying draped over a tree branch, my stomach burning. Did that little shit just push me out a window? I love him, but that was just rude.
I gain the breath necessary to manage my way down the tree. My stomach aches and I spend a few minutes just sitting beneath it. I think I knocked my head on a branch on the way down.
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FanfictionI had sooo many ideas while writing these two books that I had to scrap or I thought of way too late. So because I still want to write them and share more Cora content with you guys, I wrote this book. I still don't own DC or it's characters. The p...
