I Don't Wanna Live Forever (BatFam)
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  • Reads 55,103
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  • Parts 14
  • Time 46m
Ongoing, First published Aug 02, 2018
Dick just wants to give Jason a hug

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Jason limped pathetically away from the explosion that had already blown. His limbs felt weak and he was sure that his sides were bleeding. Was that madman dead? Or even better, Was Bruce dead?

Thoughts raced through his head while physically speaking, he was dying. It hurt so fucking much.

It wasn't the fact that Bruce had let him die. Of course not, he'd forgiven him for that a long time ago. What really angered him, was why that bastard of a man with a half done make-up job was still alive after what he had done.

Bruce cared more about his morals than about his own son. That's all. It always had been. And always will be a pawn in Batman's little game.

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There are a lot of pairing which will be mentioned later. Dick and Jason are a thing and I promise you, Superbat comes in later on.
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Weakness

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It was an inside joke. Each of the 'batfam' had a weakness. No one - not even Alfred - knew Batman's. Damian's was easy; Damian's was the heat. Couldn't stand it; he got way too hot way too quickly. Tim's was the dark. Was never found asleep without either a light on or the door open with a light on outside. Jason's was water. He couldn't hold his breath and had panic attacks when he had prolonged contact; say he was in a pool. Dick had two; cold and poison. He froze in twelve degrees (C) and never left the house with a jacket on. And the poison traveled at least three times as fast through his bloodstream as he didn't clot easily. Alfred had one too; as impossible as it seems. His was his age; he was nimble, yes, quick, yes, agile, yes, but occasionally his limbs cramped, or he had trouble breathing. ---Ⓜ️ for blood, gore etc, and bad language! ---