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When Jason closes his eyes that night, he thinks back to the women he'd see through the window in his old neighborhood, their mascara running down their cheeks as they leaned against the wall, cigarettes clutched between their fingers. There was no telling where they had come from, or where they'd go. Nameless, faceless, leaving very little to remember them by. Go to sleep in Crime Alley; come next morning, the same people you saw the night before were gone. Come next week, there'd be different families in their tenements, different women walking the beats they once did. The best case scenario was that they'd simply moved elsewhere, like Jason had. The worst case scenario could be anything, from feds, to serial killers, to just...to just nothing. No answers. No closure. Countless blood sacrifices that Gotham took while the rest of the city kept running.
Sometimes Jason is relieved he made it out. Sometimes it keeps him up at night for a long time.
The last year of Jason's life, revisited.
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25 Mar 2026
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cause I'm bad, but I could've been worse by Daisyapples
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Batman: Arkham - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, Captain America - All Media Types
25 Jan 2026
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Jason landed, hard.
He gasped in a breath and tried to shake free of the dizzying disorientation as he pushed himself up on shaking arms. The world swooped violently and he fell back down, jarring his chin on the rough ground. He closed his eyes against the nauseating swaying before he threw up.
He swallowed harshly, forced the rising bile back down, and took slow, deep breaths. Just like Slade had shown him. He could practically hear the man’s voice in his head, as gruff and impatient as always.
Orientate yourself, Jason. Find a weapon. Get somewhere defensible. Kill anyone in your way. Recon.
He nodded along to the remembered instructions and forced himself to stand. He stumbled drunkenly for his first few steps but he wouldn't let anything stop him. Not ever again. Definitely not some stupid fucking dizziness.
He staggered across the rough grain of the rooftop he had landed on. New York’s skyline stared at him across the East River.
How the fuck had he ended up in Brooklyn?
Fuck.
He had to find Slade — he, at least, would know what to do.
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- Part 4 of Don't Let Them See You Cry
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