( the spikes fade, their job done, and jason finds himself covered in a replica of thomas wayne, but grosser. definitely not how he thought he'd meet his kind of adoptive grandfather, but there are worse ways to do it. and he's tired now; the kind of exhaustion that sets in bone deep. it doesn't stop jason from shoving thomas off and sitting himself up. he doesn't need energy, he's stubborn enough to keep going for the moment.
barely, but he manages to pull himself up to his feet even if sways a little. makes his way over to bruce and his dead not-quite-mother. bends over to grab onto the back of her shirt and yank her off. )
They're not real. They're trying to fuck you up by throwing nightmares at you.
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barely, but he manages to pull himself up to his feet even if sways a little. makes his way over to bruce and his dead not-quite-mother. bends over to grab onto the back of her shirt and yank her off. )
They're not real. They're trying to fuck you up by throwing nightmares at you.