Closed: DCEU AU: Reunion

[takingthemdown]

♪ ♫ ♬ -The Neighbourhood - Afraid
Who: Jason & Bruce
What: Another Reunion
When:A week or so after this

It had been almost two years since Red Hood had resurfaced, a villain who stole the Joker's maiden name. A lot of bad men got very dead very fast, and after a show down and a new scar, Red Hood left town without a trace. Letting the Bat think he had been blown up in the last fight, just like the boy he had once been had died. He didn't die though, he went back to Talia for awhile before taking over the drug trade to build himself a fortune.

The text was an accident. He'd actually stolen Grayson's phone along with his bike and found Bruce's text funny, but over the past week he kept looking at the shattered screen. The message still there. He didn't think it was a good idea and yet... here he was standing before the gate. His finger lingering on the buzzer He hadn't pushed it yet. He was sure the security had picked him up already. A leather jacket and a hoodie on a bright red motorcycle. Of course it was a bad idea.

Yet, he lingers a moment... The button pushed before he loses his nerves and moves to get back on his bike planning to bail out before they can answer the call.

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[dressedlikeabat]

A week. A week of analyzing the signal, the text, everything about that brief conversation. It was Jason, no doubt that it was. Bruce had found himself in front of the glass case again and again every night since then. Diana had been worried when he told her. Clark had been concerned when he told him. Even Victor couldn't trace the signal. And Victor was every signal.

He didn't even think of it when Alfred answered the buzzer at their gate. Security didn't seem to go off, so it couldn't have been too big of a threat. Bruce poured himself a drink as Alfred inquired who it was.

Fic - between scenes

[takingthemdown]

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.