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[fingerstripes]

[ Hell.

Because he hadn’t reached him in time. He hadn’t pushed hard enough, hadn’t found a way to bridge the gap even enough to understand what he’d been up against. He’d had his chance to tear Tim out of death’s hands, and he’d let it slip away.

It’s a feeling he can’t breathe around. It fills up every part of him, vicing around his rip cage. ]

No. [ His hands are shaking. There’s nothing quiet in his tone, nothing soft left in his eyes. ]

Not what. Who.

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ Jason hadn't been in hell, at least Oliver had said as much to Bruce once. He didn't remember that much himself.

Hearing the clarification he nodded, taking a breath.]

Their called the Colony, I don't really have much Intel on it. I'm not exactly close to the family... at all. I... I hope he'll find a way back. Tim deserves a second chance.

[ There was a silent more than me. but it hung in the air.]

I shouldn't have told you.

[fingerstripes]

[ The thing inside him is twisting already, shock giving way to a deep, punishing fury. They've all lied to him, he knows that. Blamed him. Called on him to assume every burden of the Dick Grayson they know while they lock him out of their secrets like a stranger. Like Bruce. Just like Bruce.

He slams his fist against the wall hard enough to rattle the foundation. It isn't enough. it will never be enough. ]

No. [ His voice breaks, and he can feel his eyes welling up before he's entirely aware of the sensation. ]

Because you should've found it in your heart to tell me two and a half months ago.

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ Jason can't take sitting still, not when he hears Dick's voice break on that single painful No. He pushed himself up, almost considering leaving, just taking off and letting bridges burn again. Though, this version of Dick had done nothing wrong. He had long enough to let the old stuff go, it was recent years that had brought more bad blood... and even that had thinned with a few visits and a few jobs together.

He knew Dick was right, but admitting he's wrong was never easy for him, Not with the giant chip on his shoulders. He took a few steps from the chairs, keeping his back to Dick, looking out from the kitchen at the rest of the house. The words that come are like a slap and he knows he deserves it. He deserves much worse. Hell, he knows anyone in the family, himself included would rather it be him that had been gone again than Tim. Tim was good. Tim deserved better. ]

I didn't tell you because I didn't know if Tim wanted me to. If he knows, he has a right to choose who knows. You might not think so, but your lucky to not know the shit we've gone through in recent years. I honestly hope you stay that lucky.

[ He doesn't look back to Dick, he just lets out a heavy sigh. ]

I should go.

[fingerstripes]

Fine. [ Tim is gone. Tim is gone and Jason knew, and now it’s too late.

He lets out an anguished, choked sound and then he has to look away, furious and humiliated, because now that he’s started he doesn’t know how to stop. Tears stream down his face. ]

That’s what you do best, isn’t it?

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ Jason didn't make the steps to leave, no, he heard that choked noise. It hurt something deep inside of him. Dick shouldn't cry. Dick was the only true shining light out of all of them. He can't look back. He can't.

He doesn't let himself move though. He caused this, he had to stay and deal with it.]

Fair enough. [ It was true, even if it was a question.] I leave because it's what Bruce wants, Dick. It's hard wired. I do what I've been called for and I get the fuck out of Dodge. I hurt you, you, the only person besides Tim and Alfred, who will give me the time of day.

[ He can't help but think of the betrayal he felt standing next to Tim when Dick reveled his death had been a fake... and how good it felt to sit at Batburger with Dick, Duke and Damian. ]

What would you have me do? Stay and hurt you more?

[fingerstripes]

[ Bruce never raised him for this kind of weakness. He covers his face with his hand, trying vainly to pull himself back together. To make himself see something other than Tim's lost, tired face. The hope there in the moment they'd met. His precious, stolen life.

It doesn't matter anymore if it's the future or the past. A different world altogether. He'd failed them all. All of them. ]

Just go. [ The words strangle him. ]

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ Jason doesn't wait for more once the two words are spoken. He moves walking for the door sparing two low words as he moves to leave.]

Sorry, Richard.

[ And like that, he's grabbed his jacket and moved back out the door into the morning air to go kill time until work.]