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	Dick Grayson
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[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.]