Blurred Lines.

too late, jason

Days have passed, how many, I couldn't be sure. I sat quietly watching out the window, listening to other hushed conversation inside of the manor. Alfred was awake more often then not, but he didn't have the strength to get out of bed, so we all took turns taking care of him. 

It was humbling to be able to do that. 

But on this day, the news cast caught my attention. Usually, Bruce and I would sit around like the old men we are and drink a cup of coffee, read the newspaper, and watch the morning news. 

We continued this for the time that I have been here, just because I know that it was something normal for me and I was upset about it. I wanted to be so far away from Gotham, but it seemed like it always brought it right back to me. 

"Breaking news from last night." Bruce and I both looked up in mild interest. 

"Known criminal, Parsley Brown, found murdered in the alley by his home. At this point, nothing is being confirmed by GCPD right now, but a source close to the Brown's have told us that he was involved with some "Deep and dangerous" stuff." 

Then the weather. Like it's no big deal that he was dead. Like he was just another scum bag dead on the street. And mostly, they were right. He was just another scum bag, but he was a very important scum bag to the story that I was trying to work out. 

"Bruce.." I turned to him. His hand was tapping his chin, in the thoughtful way he did. 

I stood up and fished my phone out of my pocket. It's been dead for a few days now. I haven't had the desire to answer it or to even care about anyone that I left in the penthouse, but now the issue was a little more serious. We were looking at murder. 

And if this was something that she had done, what had she done to Jett to get here? 

My heart was pounding as I plugged the phone into the wall and waited very impatiently, I might add, for the phone to charge enough for me to turn it on. 

When that finally happened, I went straight for my contacts and dialed Jett's number. Much to my relief he answered in two rings, sounding rather bored. 

"Jason." He was cold and his tone was clipped. He was still pissed, whatever. 

"You're alright?" I asked him. I was irritated because the worry in my voice betrayed how I tried to portray myself to him previous. 

"I'm fine. What happened?" He knew. He knew that something was wrong or else I wouldn't have reached out. I'm stubborn. I've always knew that. 

"Agatha.. is she there with you?" I wanted to blurt everything out, but I had to be careful. If she didn't kill him, he could have been involved with her the entire time. There's no such things as coincidences. Bruce taught me that. 

"She left right after you.  I thought she went chasing after you." He was bitter and angry. If she had been here for days or even weeks, depending on how long I've been here, then she's had plenty of opportunity to stake me out and find out every secret that I have been keeping from her. 

She'd learn that I was Robin and Bruce was Batman. 

She'd expose us all and then everything would be different. 

"No. She's not here. Why didn't you let me know she left?" I tried to not sound annoyed, but he just gave her the upper hand without even trying to stop her. 

"Why would I care what she was doing? She kept mumbling about some man so I assumed that meant you and I figured she'd ran to you." He still sounded bored, which was irritating to me. 

"Keep the doors locked and don't let her in. I'll call the front desk and make them change the codes and give you new locks. Don't let any one in. Promise me." I knew I was suppose to be mad at him, but that didn't mean that I didn't want him to be safe. I owed him a lot. 

"I'm not an idiot. I'll be fine. Call me when you can." He hung up then. 

I called the hotel made all the arrangements and sat down in the chair. Now, I just had to tell Bruce that I probably put us all in danger and that she's probably selling our identities to tabloids now. Or maybe she's stalking us and planning to kill us. 

Either way, I made a wrong decision and it's coming back on us. 

My heart was pounding in my chest. I didn't want to be the one that exposes everyone's secrets. I didn't want to be the one that ruined everything good that Gotham deserved. 

"Bruce,  I need to tell you something." I turned to him, but he was not there. I don't know when he left, but he wasn't where I thought he was. 

I went to Alfred's room and only Dick was there sleeping in the same spot that we had left him. Alfred was still snoring too. So, I went to the Batcave. 

We've not visited down here in quite a while and I would very much like to just get back into the action. And just as I had suspected, here he was. Bent over a computer, typing something in viciously. 

If he noticed that I entered he didn't say anything upon my arrival. He sat concentrated, focused on whatever it was he was doing. 

I pulled up a stool beside him and watch as he read through something, then retyped something else. 

"Bruce, I have something to tell you. I allowed something to happen and we may all be in danger." I began, but he laid back in the chair, resting his hands behind his head and gave me a satisfied smirk. 

I looked at him, but then turned to the computer screen to see a street camera catching Agatha standing in the middle of the street with a dazed and confused look on her face. 

I watch in silence and as she continues to stand still. Her face is facing the camera and it's emotionless. Traffic is getting backed up now. I could see lights flashing. I could even almost hear their honks. 

A car pulls up beside her, grabs her arm, and leads her to the passenger side where he puts her in. The man turns around and it's her father, Parsley. 

I've just connected her with him before his death. 

GCPD will be all over this within hours and I need to keep her out of public eye.