[ of course it's Hank who takes over from there, gathering Dawn into his arms and away from Jason so they can rush back to the tower. Jason looks down at his gloves covered in Dawn's blood, and he knows he can't leave now. not until he knows that she's okay.
he follows after them, standing around worriedly outside the med bay in the Tower as they work on Dawn. he thinks about everything that went down, how he left, how she ran into the line of fire and now she's hurt instead of him. it's guilt, upon guilt on top of worry, and when Hank finally leaves the room to get some air, he berates Jason for showing up there like he did. for once, Jason doesn't have it in him to argue. he knows. it's all his fucking fault and he knows.
when Dawn wakes up it's Hank and Dick who are there with her, of course. Jason's down in his room, music blasting as he stares down at his phone, waiting for someone to let him know about Dawn. ]
[She isn't surprised that Hank and Dick are the ones who are there when she wakes up, it's only natural, and yet part of her is sad that Jason is no where to be found. Dick stays long enough to give her a full report on how bad the damage to her back is, which is thankfully not as bad as it could have been but she won't be able to do any Titans work for at least eight weeks, and then gives her a gentle hug before leaving her alone with Hank so that he can tell everyone else that she's awake and okay.
For the next hour things are okay, Hank stays by her side but soon he starts picking at what happened and eventually makes the mistake of asking her why she did something so stupid and impulsive. Pretty soon they're arguing and after a small coughing fit she tells him to leave. She knows part of his anger is just left over fear and trauma from when she was in a coma but she also can't help feeling insulted and angry at his judgement of her and she lays back with a sigh.
A few moments later her phone begins to ping as Rachel and Gar send her texts messages and silly emojis to show how excited they are that she's okay, she chuckles and sends a few back. Dick must have told them that they can visit her tomorrow which is probably best but there's someone she wants to check in on and so she sends a text to Jason:]
[ as soon as Dick comes to tell Jason that Dawn has woken up, he's ready to go see her, but Dick doesn't want him to. he tells Jason that Hank is with her and she doesn't need any stress right now, and Jason's too on edge not to start a fight with him.
in the end, Dick wins out though, because Dawn doesn't need this shit, and Dick is right. she doesn't. at least Dick doesn't outright say it's his fault, but he sees it on his face.
he gets more shit about why he was there with those mech guys in the first place, without backup or anything, but he doesnt' want to tell Dick that he was going to leave. or that he's leaving. they'd probably help pack the rest of his things up and get him the hell out of here.
by the time Dawn sends the text, Dick is gone again, and Jason's back to itching to want to see her.]
[She sends, a ghost of a smile rising to her lips. She slowly eases herself up into a sitting position, groaning a little at the ache in her back and waits for him to arrive.]
[either way, he's already off his bed and heading out of his room, doing his best sneaking in case Dick is around and wants to try and stop him. not happening.]
[ he doesn't reply to her once he gets the word that she's alone. he sneaks quietly to the med bay, slipping inside. he looks worn out and frazzled, but freshly showered. he couldn't stand the thought of her blood being on him, even if it was on his clothes. ]
Hey.
[he glances around to make sure no one else is actually in here, then goes over to her bed, looking her up and down.]
[She hears him before she sees him and when he slips in cautiously she can feel something in her chest loosen, a sense of relief that washes over her.]
Hi.
[She notes the way he looks her up and down and she does the same to him, physically he looks fine, clean and showered but his eyes are tired and filled with a sort of frantic concern that touches her heart because she's the source of that concern.]
[She asks, her brows furrowing a little because she has no recollection of feeling blood. It was just that awful grinding pain.]
Dick says I'll be able to walk around in probably about a week, there's some bad bruising and stitches but thankfully it's not on my spine, mostly my upper back area. It will be about eight weeks before he'll even think about letting me out on missions again though so....
[She trails off, her eyes moving up to lock onto his.]
You were pretty out of it by the time I got to you.
[he says quietly. he hears a noise outside the med bay and he tenses up, his head swiveling around to look and make sure no one's coming in here before it passes and he looks at her again.]
Eight weeks? Holy shit. That's a lot of time.
[he was going to leave. to go back to Gotham. he probably still should. Hank will be around her, taking care of her and all that, and Jason knows that's probably good. he shouldn't be around her after what happened in his bedroom, that's for fucking sure.]
I guess I was, I heard you though. And felt you hold onto me.
[She says softly and then sighs, her eyes dropping away from his to look at her hands.]
I don't know.....I haven't really thought about it yet. But...yeah maybe. I could go stay somewhere on my own for a bit while I heal. Figure some things out.
[It might solve a lot of things if she just left, things with Hank aren't getting better and some time apart might help her figure out what it is she wants to do about that. Also, it means that she won't further mess things up with Jason and yet....]
Yeah, I... I was there for a second but then Dick and Hank got you back over here.
[he would have too, though, if they hadn't taken her away from him. but that part doesn't matter. all that matters is that she got here and Dick patched her up. he's incredible like that.]
On your own...? What about...
[he starts to ask, but then he stops himself. Hank. he was by her side in an instant. still with her all this time when they got back. Dick told him he was. Jason feels so fucking guilty.]
I appreciate that you were there for me and that you stopped that guy from finishing me off.
[She says and then nods.]
Yeah, on my own. I.... can't be around Hank right now, not when all we do is fight and I'm questioning us being together.
[It sounds awful, cold and harsh especially since she knows he didn't leave her side while she was unconscious but at least with pain comes clarity and she can already see how the next few weeks would go between them and already that thought makes her tired.]
You were already on the scene when we got there, which means you left before we did. Where were you going when you got the signal?
You got hit cause of me. You ran into the line of fire cause he was aiming at me. This is my fucking fault. Why'd you jump in front of the shot?
[he furrows his eyebrows, glancing at her again. so she and Hank are still fighting. he doesn't know how he feels about that, but he has a feeling this whole thing with him and Dawn only made it worse. he wonders if Dawn is going to tell Hank what happened between them. if she even feels guilty about it after all of this.
I didn't want you to get hurt. And I hate to tell you this Jason but there's no way that my actions are your fault, I ran into the line of fire because I decided to.
[She tells him, her tone slightly irritated.
When he tells her that he was heading back to Gotham it hurts her but it makes sense, why would he want to stay here when she's made a mess of everything around them?]
I could've taken the shot. If I had been paying more attention it wouldn't have had to happen at all. Hell, if I hadn't been there in the first place, you wouldn't have gotten hurt.
[he can be irritated too. but really it's all at himself. Hank and Dick were right. he shouldn't have been there at all.]
Yeah. I thought it would be better if I left. I didn't wanna wreck things for you here... I didn't think I could face Dick or Hank... and then I went and fucked shit up anyway.
Why are you always so insistent on everything being your fault?!
[She demands, moving to sit up a little more but then winces and grabs at her back.]
Ow. Fuck! Jesus Christ Jason, you didn't do anything wrong! It's good that you were there before us, you were able to help all those people. And you aren't wrecking anything for me here, I'm the one wrecking things so I should be the one to leave!
[he yells back, then feels terrible about it, especially when she winces and grabs at her back. he moves forward to help her, but stops himself before he touches her because he doesn't even know if he should. everything feels so fucking confusing right now.]
Fuck. Don't move around, okay? I'm sorry. Just try to calm down, alright? I don't want you to hurt yourself any more than you're already hurt. I shouldn't even be here. Dick told me not to bother you. I'm just gonna go, alright? You should stay here. This is your family. I don't even fucking belong here!
[She says softly and because she can't stand the way he goes to touch and her and then stops she sits up further despite the pain in her back and takes hold of his hand gently, tugging at him to come closer to one side of her bed.]
Jason, stop. Come here. Please? I wanted you to visit me, I wouldn't have texted you if I hadn't wanted to see you.
[ his head tells him to pull away when she takes hold of his hand. to just turn around and go. but his heart won't let him. still, he hesitates, but then he can't resist moving closer when she asks him to, his eyes downcast. ]
You don't need this.
[Dick was right.]
You need to rest, okay? You shouldn't have to think or worry about anything but getting better.
[he goes quiet, because she pulls that whole thing again where she decides what she needs, even it might not be the best thing. but he isn't going to push it because how the fuck would he know better than she does?
he doesn't. not by a long shot.
so he stays, and stays quiet, swallowing hard when her thumb runs over the back of his hand, soothing him.
she needs to see him, to talk to him. he's here. at least for now he's here.]
I'm here.
But that doesn't mean I know. I don't know what I am.
[She's glad that they're both a bit calmer now although she wishes she could help take away the sad lost look in his eyes.]
You're a kind, wonderful young man who.....
[She pauses, her heart suddenly fluttering in her chest and she takes a breath.]
Who I care about. And if you want to leave the Tower because you aren't happy here then I won't stop you, but please don't leave here just because you think you've made a mistake or because of me.
[his heart flutters too, in a sad, painful way. he doesn't know if he wants to hear her say those things about him, and yet he craves to hear more. he's so fucked up.
she was there in his bedroom too though, wasn't she. kissing him, holding him, telling him he felt good. it wasn't one sided.
but she doesn't feel the same way as he does either and that's not even what any of this should be about. he's here to learn from Dick, or at least just figure out what they're gonna do with him if Bruce doesn't want him anymore. he's not here to fuck up people's lives and yet...]
I just think maybe we need some space from each other. I... I just need to fix this.
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he follows after them, standing around worriedly outside the med bay in the Tower as they work on Dawn. he thinks about everything that went down, how he left, how she ran into the line of fire and now she's hurt instead of him. it's guilt, upon guilt on top of worry, and when Hank finally leaves the room to get some air, he berates Jason for showing up there like he did. for once, Jason doesn't have it in him to argue. he knows. it's all his fucking fault and he knows.
when Dawn wakes up it's Hank and Dick who are there with her, of course. Jason's down in his room, music blasting as he stares down at his phone, waiting for someone to let him know about Dawn. ]
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For the next hour things are okay, Hank stays by her side but soon he starts picking at what happened and eventually makes the mistake of asking her why she did something so stupid and impulsive. Pretty soon they're arguing and after a small coughing fit she tells him to leave. She knows part of his anger is just left over fear and trauma from when she was in a coma but she also can't help feeling insulted and angry at his judgement of her and she lays back with a sigh.
A few moments later her phone begins to ping as Rachel and Gar send her texts messages and silly emojis to show how excited they are that she's okay, she chuckles and sends a few back. Dick must have told them that they can visit her tomorrow which is probably best but there's someone she wants to check in on and so she sends a text to Jason:]
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in the end, Dick wins out though, because Dawn doesn't need this shit, and Dick is right. she doesn't. at least Dick doesn't outright say it's his fault, but he sees it on his face.
he gets more shit about why he was there with those mech guys in the first place, without backup or anything, but he doesnt' want to tell Dick that he was going to leave. or that he's leaving. they'd probably help pack the rest of his things up and get him the hell out of here.
by the time Dawn sends the text, Dick is gone again, and Jason's back to itching to want to see her.]
hey.
can i come see you?
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You better.
[She sends, a ghost of a smile rising to her lips. She slowly eases herself up into a sitting position, groaning a little at the ache in her back and waits for him to arrive.]
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is Hank still there, tho?
[either way, he's already off his bed and heading out of his room, doing his best sneaking in case Dick is around and wants to try and stop him. not happening.]
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I'm alone.
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Hey.
[he glances around to make sure no one else is actually in here, then goes over to her bed, looking her up and down.]
How are you feeling?
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Hi.
[She notes the way he looks her up and down and she does the same to him, physically he looks fine, clean and showered but his eyes are tired and filled with a sort of frantic concern that touches her heart because she's the source of that concern.]
Sore. What about you? Are you okay?
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[he crosses his arms around himself as his gaze finds hers again.]
Don't worry about me. What did Dick say? Did it mess up your back? Can you... did he say if you're gonna be able to walk around okay?
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[She asks, her brows furrowing a little because she has no recollection of feeling blood. It was just that awful grinding pain.]
Dick says I'll be able to walk around in probably about a week, there's some bad bruising and stitches but thankfully it's not on my spine, mostly my upper back area. It will be about eight weeks before he'll even think about letting me out on missions again though so....
[She trails off, her eyes moving up to lock onto his.]
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[he says quietly. he hears a noise outside the med bay and he tenses up, his head swiveling around to look and make sure no one's coming in here before it passes and he looks at her again.]
Eight weeks? Holy shit. That's a lot of time.
[he was going to leave. to go back to Gotham. he probably still should. Hank will be around her, taking care of her and all that, and Jason knows that's probably good. he shouldn't be around her after what happened in his bedroom, that's for fucking sure.]
Are you gonna leave while you heal up?
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[She says softly and then sighs, her eyes dropping away from his to look at her hands.]
I don't know.....I haven't really thought about it yet. But...yeah maybe. I could go stay somewhere on my own for a bit while I heal.
Figure some things out.
[It might solve a lot of things if she just left, things with Hank aren't getting better and some time apart might help her figure out what it is she wants to do about that. Also, it means that she won't further mess things up with Jason and yet....]
Can I ask you something?
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[he would have too, though, if they hadn't taken her away from him. but that part doesn't matter. all that matters is that she got here and Dick patched her up. he's incredible like that.]
On your own...? What about...
[he starts to ask, but then he stops himself. Hank. he was by her side in an instant. still with her all this time when they got back. Dick told him he was. Jason feels so fucking guilty.]
What?
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[She says and then nods.]
Yeah, on my own. I.... can't be around Hank right now, not when all we do is fight and I'm questioning us being together.
[It sounds awful, cold and harsh especially since she knows he didn't leave her side while she was unconscious but at least with pain comes clarity and she can already see how the next few weeks would go between them and already that thought makes her tired.]
You were already on the scene when we got there, which means you left before we did. Where were you going when you got the signal?
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You got hit cause of me. You ran into the line of fire cause he was aiming at me. This is my fucking fault. Why'd you jump in front of the shot?
[he furrows his eyebrows, glancing at her again. so she and Hank are still fighting. he doesn't know how he feels about that, but he has a feeling this whole thing with him and Dawn only made it worse. he wonders if Dawn is going to tell Hank what happened between them. if she even feels guilty about it after all of this.
and now she'll probably be pissed at him too.]
I was leaving. Heading back to Gotham.
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And I hate to tell you this Jason but there's no way that my actions are your fault, I ran into the line of fire because I decided to.
[She tells him, her tone slightly irritated.
When he tells her that he was heading back to Gotham it hurts her but it makes sense, why would he want to stay here when she's made a mess of everything around them?]
Because of what happened earlier?
[She asks, looking at him steadily.]
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[he can be irritated too. but really it's all at himself. Hank and Dick were right. he shouldn't have been there at all.]
Yeah. I thought it would be better if I left. I didn't wanna wreck things for you here... I didn't think I could face Dick or Hank... and then I went and fucked shit up anyway.
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[She demands, moving to sit up a little more but then winces and grabs at her back.]
Ow. Fuck! Jesus Christ Jason, you didn't do anything wrong! It's good that you were there before us, you were able to help all those people. And you aren't wrecking anything for me here, I'm the one wrecking things so I should be the one to leave!
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[he yells back, then feels terrible about it, especially when she winces and grabs at her back. he moves forward to help her, but stops himself before he touches her because he doesn't even know if he should. everything feels so fucking confusing right now.]
Fuck. Don't move around, okay? I'm sorry. Just try to calm down, alright? I don't want you to hurt yourself any more than you're already hurt. I shouldn't even be here. Dick told me not to bother you. I'm just gonna go, alright? You should stay here. This is your family. I don't even fucking belong here!
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[She says softly and because she can't stand the way he goes to touch and her and then stops she sits up further despite the pain in her back and takes hold of his hand gently, tugging at him to come closer to one side of her bed.]
Jason, stop. Come here. Please?
I wanted you to visit me, I wouldn't have texted you if I hadn't wanted to see you.
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You don't need this.
[Dick was right.]
You need to rest, okay? You shouldn't have to think or worry about anything but getting better.
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[She says softly, grateful that he doesn't just pull away and leave and when he gets close enough she runs her thumb over the back of his hand.]
And right now I really to see you, to talk to you.
You belong here Jason, watching you in action tonight....you're supposed to be here. You're a Titan.
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he doesn't. not by a long shot.
so he stays, and stays quiet, swallowing hard when her thumb runs over the back of his hand, soothing him.
she needs to see him, to talk to him. he's here. at least for now he's here.]
I'm here.
But that doesn't mean I know. I don't know what I am.
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You're a kind, wonderful young man who.....
[She pauses, her heart suddenly fluttering in her chest and she takes a breath.]
Who I care about. And if you want to leave the Tower because you aren't happy here then I won't stop you, but please don't leave here just because you think you've made a mistake or because of me.
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she was there in his bedroom too though, wasn't she. kissing him, holding him, telling him he felt good. it wasn't one sided.
but she doesn't feel the same way as he does either and that's not even what any of this should be about. he's here to learn from Dick, or at least just figure out what they're gonna do with him if Bruce doesn't want him anymore. he's not here to fuck up people's lives and yet...]
I just think maybe we need some space from each other. I... I just need to fix this.
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