“Woah. This place looks like shit.”

He gets up and looks around at the kitchen. Why wasn’t Alfred cleaning it?“How long was I asleep fo—“ He looked up at the much older version of himself. “Woah.”

He took a step back, bumping into the counter. How the Hell did this happen? “Are you— me?”

Falls out of his cupboard.

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𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 . . .
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 . . .
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“He’ll be alright. He’ll get over it.”

Really, this was just to prove he wasn’t some dumb little kid who needed babysitting. Jason was older now, more than capable of doing things on his own. “And when I get back he’ll see that I don’t need those lame ass training wheels he gives me.”

maybe a month. Just wanted to come say see ya.”

Aaaaaanf there he goes taking thr last can of Zesti.

“Gonna have to go overseas.” He took a sip. It was funny how he could say such things like they were nothing. “Discovered a crazy big trafficking ring based out of Bangkok. Don’t let Bruce know.”

And there it was. “I’ll be back in

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“Wasn’t sure if you’d like me knocking on your door in uniform.”

He climbed in, his yellow cape dragging behind him. “Need to talk.”

@bluedhaven.bsky.social

Knocks on his window.

𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘈 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘦, 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰.

𝙄’𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩.

𝙰𝚍𝚊𝚖 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚕

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Jumps on a murderers chest.

…Lights a cigarette.

Bruce. It seemed Jenny was too. “Wait—“

He stepped closer. “You were Robin? Before—?”

He was still careful to not namedrop his older brother.

Jason listened intently. Bruce was the exact opposite of the picture Jenny was painting. Bruce took in Dick and Jason at the most vulnerable points of their lives. He cared for them when they needed it most, but in all of Jason’s rage he forgot that. All he knew was that right now, he was mad at

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the Bat. And boy, Jason sure did too.

“Who are you?” The boy asked, stepping closer. The smeared makeup, the mess of feathers on her costume. It was almost like he was looking in a mirror. As elegant as she looked, she still looked like a mess of a Robin. And how easy she was to trust. She spoke as if she had a bone to pick with

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“He’s not—“

Jason paused. He was feeling a lot of things right now. Confusion, anger, sadness. It was almost as if Jenny found Jason at the right time. Like she meant for this to happen.

“Listen—“ He paused yet again. “I know what I signed up for. He knows what he signed up for.”

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him by Bruce. “Lets get down from here.”

“I’m okay.”

He stepped closer to her, getting a good look at her costume. It was like his own, but with touches of… something else. In some aspects, hers was a little cooler than his. “But its dangerous up here.”

Jason obviously had no idea who this woman was. Another secret kept from

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work and his grades were? He couldn’t be bothered to worry about that. Not while people like the Joker were out there scheming.

“I’m not vanishing. You want to see vanishing? I’ll show you vanishing.”

He grabbed his jacket off the rack and slipped into it. That got under his skin.

Jason walked out the front door, slamming it behind him. How could Bruce be so… dumb? How couldn’t he see how frivolous his school

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“And you definitely shouldn’t be wearing those colors. Someone could mistake you for me. Do you live nearby? Lets get you home.”

How nice of him. Little did he know who this mysterious yet familiar stranger was.

The rain only got harder, smacking against his skin. But that was alright. To be honest, he was so lost in thought he didn’t notice. Until something broke his concentration.

“Hey—“ Jason stood and turned, looking at the stranger on the roof of the building. “You shouldn’t be up here, ma’am.”

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offense the father and son’s relationship began to strain. Batman had always prided himself on exhibiting precise control. Jason was priding himself on how many bones he could break in those who deserve it. Needless to say, that didn’t sit well with the Dark Knight.

𝑃𝐼𝑇．．． 𝑃𝐴𝑇．．．𝑊𝑆𝐻𝐻𝐻𝐻．．

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Every night. Thug after thug, henchman after henchman, super villain after supervillain. Everyone was leaving in a full body cast. According to Bruce, the first two times were excusable. Maybe Jason had just made a wrong move, or hit the wrong nerve or whatever. But once it became a routine

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partner. Jason had a deep rage within him. At first he kept it buried. He found a hole deep within himself and threw it in there. But as the years went by that… thing inside of him began to claw itself out. Through broken bones and snapped limbs, Jason was releasing all of that suppressed rage

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@scornedrobin.bsky.social

It was cold and rainy out. But then again, it was Gotham. That was every night. Jason sat on a gargoyle overlooking the city, with his knees to his chest.

He wasn’t sure how much longer this would go on. How much longer he could be Robin. Or at least Bruce’s

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needs Batman and Robin more than he needed to pass history. “You of all people should understand what sacrifices need to be made, Bruce.”

“I’m not doing it. Its not important.”

A stubborn one he was. “We have so many cases we have open and you’re worried about this? Seriously?”

As frustrating as this was for Bruce, imagine how Jason felt. He firmly believed this was his future. He needed to be out there, the streets

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aside. “This stuff means nothing to me, Bruce. You know we have bigger things to worry about then this. School is a waste of time.”

Years pass and nothing changed. Jason still barely skated by in school. Truth be told, he didn’t care about it. There were so many bigger fish to fry. With people like Joker, Scarecrow, and the Riddler out there, how could he care about the Pythagorean theorem?

“And?” He tossed the paper

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