JASON TODD liked to think he was pretty smart.
He had always been good at school, understanding books and learning equations faster than the other kids.
And because Jason was smart, he was good at recognizing patterns.
People did the same things over and over, subconsciously repeating past actions.
People like the Joker would hurt people, again and again, like it was all they knew how to do.
People like B would sacrifice themselves, again and again, because it’s all they can do.
And Jason had noticed a pattern in his own life.
Every time Jason loved someone, every time he was able to start to build a family and be happy, he fucked it up.
Again.
And again.
Jason’s hand clenched around the shitty note-
Didn’t he tell Danny to stop disappearing and leaving only stupidly vague notes behind?
-and he could feel the Lazarus water around the pain in his heart, wanting to lash out and stop the hurt-
-but there was no one to lash out at, because this was all Jason’s fault.
His The kid’s hurt face flashed into Jason’s mind, shock and fear and pain-
And Jason had left before more of his harsh words could hurt the kid but it was the wrong thing to do because of course it was
Because when he had calmed down enough to know he needed to apologize to the kid and he had walked into his room
He was gone.
And all that was left was a shitty note.
‘I’m sorry I wasn’t that I was a burden. Don’t worry, you won’t have to see me again. -Danny’
Jason had fucked it up.
Again.
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The Boy king and The Dark Knights
ActionDaniel Fenton may be dead, but he wasn't suicidal. Unfortunately, avoiding Batman and his vigilantes get a lot harder when he's stuck in a seven year olds body in Gotham. Clockwork so owes him for this. - In which Danny Fenton fixes a broken family...
