Jason/Dick one-shots

The other side

He knew he fucked up, he knew he'd fucked up so bad. He'd done a shit job protecting you, he could've done something, but he was too late, he failed. 

He refused to get out of his room, it was good enough that he would actually eat, but as for the sleep, he was afraid to. Every time he would shut his eyes, he would see the image of you dying in his arms. Every time he shut his eyes; he would see her, he would remember watching as she beat you with her bat as he watched, both of them cackling like the monsters they are. 

Soon though, with the help of Rachel's abilities and Dick's words, they were able to put his mind at piece. 

"Poor Jason, he shouldn't have witnessed such a horrible thing," Rachel said as Dick shut the door.

"I know, they were so close.." he whispered, knowing that he would forever be scarred from the terrible loss, the terrible sight he had to witness.

You had a strong bond, greater than the team would've ever thought. Your personalities weren't quite the same, but they were similar in a way. The pranks, the sarcastic remarks, you were just about one of the few people that could see him genuinely happy; when you joined the team, they thought you'd hate each other. They soon saw that they were wrong, and that they could never do anything to separate you both. 

Jason knew they could hear him cry, but he didn't care, he couldn't stop the sobbing, not until they put his mind at peace. It worked, but it didn't stop him from wanting to kill the Joker and Harley Quinn for what they did, and he would do it soon. 

--

"I got him, Bruce. I got the Joker dead to rights, man." 

"What?"

"Some cops stumbled onto him answering a bullshit break-in call. The clown torched the pigs and left, right? But I tracked him with the audio from city surveillance and I triangulated his location. He's at the old amusement park near the pier."

"he's right fuckin' there, Bruce!" 

"I won't be back until morning. Stand down, Jason."

"Bruce I-"

"Stand down." 

"Bruce, listen to me. I got this; I can do this." 

"This is the Joker, Bruce." 

"All the more reason you're not going alone." 

"I'm not afraid of him. I'm not afraid of anything anymore." 

"It's not about whether you're afraid or not." 

"When are we gonna get another chance to nail him like this?" 

"No." 

"..."

"Okay, I got it. Loud and clear boss."

"I'll see you in the morning." 

--

"We go now live to Gotham Pier with a breaking news story. Batman's ally, Robin, was found dead tonight along with a security guard. The Joker, who was waiting for police, was taken in without further incident. The Joker was sent back to Arkham Asylum, where he escaped from earlier this month." 

-

"Jason..."

Jason laid on his back grunting as he slowly stood up. "The fuck..?" 

"Is it really you?" 

"Who's there?" Jason got into a fighting stance but staggered in dizziness.

"Don't worry, it'll pass soon," 

He shook his head, trying to get rid of the last bit of blurriness from his vision.

"I know that voice.." he whispered, turning around to face you.

"Y-y/n?" He asked, his eyes full of confusion and happiness at the same time.

"It's me Jay," you smiled, holding your arms out for him.

"It's really you! Man, what the fuck happened?" When you pulled away, he looked around.

"You...you died," you said as calmly as possible in order to not frighten him.

He just stood there, processing what was happening. The flashbacks, the same way he saw you die, he died in the hands of the Joker. 

As much as he wanted to yell out in anger, all he wanted to do was hug you again; he wanted to feel your warm touch again. You could see tears brim in his eyes, so you were the one to pull him in, hugging him tightly.

Without hesitation, he hugged you back, holding you tightly as if you'd disappear from his life again. You both fell to the ground, still in each other's arms as tears made their way down your cheeks. 

-

It's been a long time since Jason appeared there with you, but it didn't feel like it; it was as though he'd only gotten there only a few hours ago. You were happy, but you were so devastated as well, you were angry that he didn't get to live longer. 

During that time, you'd also pull pranks on anyone you could, being ghosts had some sort of benefit to it, having a history of pulling numerous pranks on the 'land of the living'. 

As you both sat on the ground, talking about nothing, Jason yawned. 

"That's new," you said, looking at him with curiosity.

"Why am I tired? I've never been tired ever since I got here," he seemed to be genuinely concerned with the situation he was in at the moment.

"You're not supposed to be tired-" you cut yourself off, your eyes widening.

"What? What's wrong y/n?" He asked, searching for your gaze.

"J-Jason you're vanishing..." you whispered, the frightened look never leaving your face. 

He looked at his hands, seeing as they glitched, becoming translucent before returning to normal. 

"Jason?" You searched for his gaze, the roles were switched, he looked scared whilst you looked worried. 

"Y-Y/n, I don't feel so good.." his eyes finally landed on yours, now his whole body glitched rapidly. 

Jason tried to stand up, but he landed on his knees, placing a hand on his chest, gripping his shirt. He became more translucent, and it was when you both heard a heartbeat that your eyes teared up.

"H-how is this possible?" You whispered to yourself, not wanting to believe what was happening right in front of you. 

"Y/n.." he whimpered before completely vanishing, leaving you a sobbing mess on the ground, wishing that he was still there with you. 

(Meanwhile with Jason)

My body shifted uncomfortably; my breath uneven as I fought to recover my memory. Y/n, I was with them, they're gone, but I just saw them. I was with them, we were talking, and the last thing I remember was the scared, sad look on their face. 

I-I have to go back, no no no, it's impossible..

I sat up and rubbed my face before opening my eyes. It's weird to breathe again, to see again.

"You're up, finally! We've got a lot of shit to do, so let's get moving." 

- 

Inside the room in which I live, away from the team I once was in, I contemplated everything that's happened. After everything I've done, I don't think they'll every forgive me. Hank died because of me, and it caused a lot of pain. 

I pulled a picture out from under my pillow, y/n..

It's been a long time since I last saw them, I miss them so much. I'm not saying I want to die again, that was a horrible experience, but it was even worse having to be pulled apart from them again. 

It's impossible to forget the broken look on their face. My tears fall onto the picture of them, blurring out the tiny space as a sob escapes my throat.