Jason.

"Hey," he greeted, looking anywhere but at @oathtojustice.bsky.social. "Got you a present down in the Batcave."

// put it back i swear to god

(It was hongbao)

Bought gifts for Bruce with the money I extorted from him.

Mashallah habibi.

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𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 . . .
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 . . .
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((😁😁😁😁

((dee gonna kill me when he wakes but worth it <3

((HAHAHAHA

((He says dude cmon in public.

In dms, he threatened to kill me. I'm not safe, y'all.

((Man, I ain't know I was making appearances in Dee's dreams. I guess I'm just so 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘺~

𝘸𝘐𝘯𝘒 𝘞𝘰𝘕𝘒.

Sure. I'm picking some stuff up if you wanna come with.

// i was delirious and i thought Leo posted whatever bullshit he posted ONLY in my dreams

it was real. oh my god. it's real.

((I also have access to Mars' Tim...

((First and only time I will admit my identity. All other times, I double down and gaslight

((Kas, I think you missed a couple chapters, so. I must say-

This is Leo, hi!! I like coming on Dee's accounts and spread bs whenever I'm bored

((JRJFJEHE KAS

//makes it rise better

//my name is dee and i enjoy farting in my cake batter

// anyone want apple slices

// make that four, i've been here since yesterday

He hated that.

"It's me," he said without having any clue of what he truly meant by that. Rough guess. "You used to have this same look, when... I don't know. Maybe, to you right now, I'm not making any sense, but it's me. I'm here."

"Like a damn rooftop tag, that's right."

There was that look in Dick's eyes that made Jason believe it was 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 him.

The same look his brother gave him whenever they sat in front of each other, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. -

// GOOD LUCK MWAH

Jason groaned, taking a step back and wiped his eyes with the back of his hands.

"The hell am I supposed to do now, then? Huh? I was just gonna get ready to hunt you down."

This was fine. Better than nothing.

Better than being left without a trace. 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦.

If there was anyone that could be fixed, that would be his brother. Or maybe there was nothing to fix.

Even though he 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 just like Jason, he... didn't change one bit. -

Jason was used to the cold. Cold cave. 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴. Gotham's rain.

Yet those hands remained the same. Those were the same hands that patted his shoulder for a job well done. Same hands helping him patch his wound up even though he accepted that begrudgingly. -

😞

// and NOW supervisor's here? man