It was alien for Jason to be back in the giant house. Sure, he'd spent a year with Talia in fine houses but he had been mostly brain dead in that time... his training had all been in spartan places much like living back in Crime Alley, which was where he vanished to when he returned to Gotham and made a big scene. Even after the bomb went off, Jason slithered further into Crime Alley. He knew how to blend in there, he was born of that smoke and grim, it was in his blood. Much like Bruce, it was why he had more than once been jokingly called a Prince of Gotham by Alfred. Jason lived and breathed Gotham.
Being back in the manor was just a lot for him to process, so he did what he knew best. He stayed quiet and kept his head down and kept to himself outside of meals. It was after the first two days that Jason found himself down in the garage. He didn't want to go to the cave yet, not after seeing his costume there like a memorial. Back when he was 15, not long before he died he had begged Bruce to buy him an old mustang they had seen once at an event, it had had a for sale sign on it. He died before the sale could be completely, his sixteenth birthday had been just months away... but when he saw the tarp covered car it was like his heart rammed into his throat. Bruce wouldn't have.... of course he would have. Jason had so rarely asked for anything that wasn't books given how often they bumped heads. He had moved over pulling the tarp off, and biting one of his knuckles.
He practically lived in the garage from that point. It needed work having been left sitting to long so when he wasn't bent over the engine or under it he would randomly be found dozing in a chair. He needed to keep busy to keep from thinking.
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Fic - between scenes
Date: 2017-12-18 06:24 pm (UTC)Being back in the manor was just a lot for him to process, so he did what he knew best. He stayed quiet and kept his head down and kept to himself outside of meals. It was after the first two days that Jason found himself down in the garage. He didn't want to go to the cave yet, not after seeing his costume there like a memorial. Back when he was 15, not long before he died he had begged Bruce to buy him an old mustang they had seen once at an event, it had had a for sale sign on it. He died before the sale could be completely, his sixteenth birthday had been just months away... but when he saw the tarp covered car it was like his heart rammed into his throat. Bruce wouldn't have.... of course he would have. Jason had so rarely asked for anything that wasn't books given how often they bumped heads. He had moved over pulling the tarp off, and biting one of his knuckles.
He practically lived in the garage from that point. It needed work having been left sitting to long so when he wasn't bent over the engine or under it he would randomly be found dozing in a chair. He needed to keep busy to keep from thinking.