Jason & Dick

Available

Available

"Keep away from me Dick." Jason slapped away Dick's opened arms which were meant to hug him but he was in no rejoicing mood.

All he felt was rage. Rage that had boiled deep within him ever since he heard that the Joker was still alive and that he had been replaced by another. It was like they didn't care about him anymore! Jason couldn't be more infuriated by the people he once thought to be his family.

"You think a hug is going to fix everything? You didn't avenge me. You let him get away with murdering me!" He pushed at Dick roughly and glared darkly at the man he once loved all those years ago. "Did you not care for me anymore? Was I that insignificant to you and the Bats? Huh?! Answer me!"

Dick's eyes widened at the pushes. Never had Jason angrily hit him. For a moment, he felt his heart break and his eyes water. Richard soon gathered himself together and looked at Jason with a tender gaze but a stern face. He coiled back and pulled his arms to himself, bewilderment stark on his face. After another moment of silence, he nodded.

"I didn't avenge you. I didn't avenge you in the way you wanted me to, but I avenged you in my own way." He was calm and collected, or at least he appeared so. Dick furrowed his brows at Jason. "I never let him get away with anything other than broken bones and massive blood loss. Jason, I care about you. More than you'll ever understand. I know where you're at, and before you ask—no, I haven't been murdered at the hands of the most manipulative bastard to ever walk this earth. But I know what it's like to not be avenged and to be alone." The acrobat's eyes softened as he extended a hand to the outlaw, assuming he'd get another angry hit to the wrist as a simple "no thank you". He edged closer to Jason, careful to get too close. "I want to help you. Let me help you."

"Help me?" Jason stepped back when Dick moved closer to him and he was breathing heavily, his chest visibly rising with each inhale. 

"You could have help me years ago and don't give me some false empathetic speech Dick. Bruce took you in as his son, gave you a home, trained you to be the first sidekick Robin. You were never alone. Never! I was cast out into the streets. I grew up in the dangerous streets of Gotham, not some fancy billionaire mansion with hidden doors to a Batcave! You and I are nothing alike so how can you help me now?" He looked down at Dick's hand and instead of grabbing it, he grabbed his wrist and yanked Dick into his chest. "Kill the Joker. That's the only thing that'll help me but if you don't have the stomach to do that...then I'll do it."

"How we all pity you." He said sarcastically, watching his chest rise and fall. "Look, Jason, I tried and I succeeding at avenging you in my own way. And if you were the least bit respectful to the fact that I don't kill people, you'd be satisfied. But you're just as low as the man who slaughtered you in that warehouse." Richard's tone was sharp.

He wasn't going to be stepped on. "And I'm not saying I was physically alone, Jay. I'm saying I didn't have anyone to talk to. I didn't want to talk to Bruce about my problems or anyone for that matter." His eyes watered again, but not too noticeably. "I can talk to you, I can help you through the pain that you feel." Dick whispered as he was tugged to Jason's chest, staring at him with determined eyes. "I'm not killing the Joker. I already did my part. Don't make this anymore painful than it already is." He jerked away, rubbing his wrist. "And I'm most definitely not going to kill a psychotic joke for your approval."

Jason made an humming sound, looking anywhere but Dick. "Mm~ so the Bluebird has a tongue as sharp as a knife." For a moment, Jason chuckled and it calmed him down a bit but then the anger was back and he crossed his arms against his chest. "What makes you think I want to talk to you? To any of you? Talking is a waste of time. I am a man of action and for that, I'm going to kill the Joker. Stop me if you want because I know you can't. Neither can Batman."