[Jason has tried not to think about how he feels about her. his emotions are still a jumble, and he feels like most of the time his head is still trying to break free of the hold that drug had on him.
he can't trust himself. he can't trust anything inside of himself anymore. all he can think about are the tears he cried to lur Hank to his inevitable death.
he sits on the ground near the plants they planted together, bringing his legs up against his chest. the bruise along his back stretches and it hurts to sit, but the pain is grounding. it helps him think.
the thing is, he doesn't even know what to think about. he doesn't know if he should. he ran away from Gotham because he's a murderer. not to come to Paris and fall in love with Dawn.
fall in love?? fuck. no. he shoves the thought out of his head so hard. that's not for him, not anymore. it never really was and he knew that even back then. but now he knows for sure that life is over and he doesn't deserve shit anymore. he doesn't even know if Dick and the others are alive or not and he's sitting here with Dawn, feeling all this comfort.
he pulls his phone out and punches Dick's number into it and hits send before he can stop himself. it rings a couple times before connecting and Jason can hear his very distinct and very alive Hello? Who is this? filtering through from the other end. Jason swallows hard and hangs up because he can't say anything. what would he even say?
but he's alive. at least he's alive. that doesn't solve anything with Dawn, though.]
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he can't trust himself. he can't trust anything inside of himself anymore. all he can think about are the tears he cried to lur Hank to his inevitable death.
he sits on the ground near the plants they planted together, bringing his legs up against his chest. the bruise along his back stretches and it hurts to sit, but the pain is grounding. it helps him think.
the thing is, he doesn't even know what to think about. he doesn't know if he should. he ran away from Gotham because he's a murderer. not to come to Paris and fall in love with Dawn.
fall in love?? fuck. no. he shoves the thought out of his head so hard. that's not for him, not anymore. it never really was and he knew that even back then. but now he knows for sure that life is over and he doesn't deserve shit anymore. he doesn't even know if Dick and the others are alive or not and he's sitting here with Dawn, feeling all this comfort.
he pulls his phone out and punches Dick's number into it and hits send before he can stop himself. it rings a couple times before connecting and Jason can hear his very distinct and very alive Hello? Who is this? filtering through from the other end. Jason swallows hard and hangs up because he can't say anything. what would he even say?
but he's alive. at least he's alive. that doesn't solve anything with Dawn, though.]