[ he doesn't know why he asks. he doesn't like that my old room just comes to him so easily too. as if any of this is easy. this is a fucking mess. a mistake. and yet, everything else Jason has done has felt like a mistake too. everything he's ever felt like has been that. a mistake.
what's one more?
and along with the Batcave, with his room, with everything else that feels sickeningly nostalgic, Bruce's vacant distance feels the same too. how many times had he asked Jason to come home? now that he's here, he feels just as alone. alone, with a glass case of his failure imprinted into his mind now and his fingers itching for his drugs again. ]
Okay, well. Try not to choke on your own vomit I guess.
[goodnight? see you later? see you tomorrow? he doesn't know. he never knows. so he just turns and goes, heading up and out of the Batcave, ready to take on this towering mansion he used to call home, all alone again. ]
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what's one more?
and along with the Batcave, with his room, with everything else that feels sickeningly nostalgic, Bruce's vacant distance feels the same too. how many times had he asked Jason to come home? now that he's here, he feels just as alone. alone, with a glass case of his failure imprinted into his mind now and his fingers itching for his drugs again. ]
Okay, well. Try not to choke on your own vomit I guess.
[goodnight? see you later? see you tomorrow? he doesn't know. he never knows. so he just turns and goes, heading up and out of the Batcave, ready to take on this towering mansion he used to call home, all alone again. ]