Jason's brain POV

"Jason?" Nightwing asked.

It was a pretty relaxed night and the four

batboys were sitting on a rooftop and watching over the city. Birds eye view I guess. \_@_/

"What up, Goldie? No names on field. Seems like you have forgotten."

"To me, it seems that you have forgotten your manners." He retorted.

"What do you mean?" He said stoically, acting like he was in a Bollywood movie, looking in the opposite direction.

"With Nicole. Sure, you were hostile towards Tim but that was because

of the whole robin thing. What reason has she given you for you to act like this?"

"She- she feels like the pit."

"What do you mean?" it was Tim who asked. He had already analysed the entire situation and if it was Jason who stuttered?It was bad.

Like Armageddon bad (armamagadon??)

"She feels like Death, worse than that. Trust me, I've met him."

Jason simply couldn't handle the awkward silence anymore so he decided to call it a night. It was 2:02, more or less the time he generally ended patrol. Although, it was kinda late for Replacement and Demon Spawn.

"I'm heading back. What about you guys?"

He got the common response of no, in varied formats. Shrugging, he left with the thought of some nice, hot coffee.

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He got rid his 'uniform' quickly and slipped on a pair of teal contacts, just in case Nicole was around. (you'll understand soon) He pushed her out of his mind and went up to Thomas Wayne's study, two steps at a time, humming to himself.

What? It was a good patrol!

He dug out his a random mug, a wave of guilt washing over him when he accidentally nudged Dick's mug. He remembered asking Alfred why he couldn't use the blue one, especially since neither Bruce nor Alfred used it.

Alfred had shaken his head slightly and promised to take him to choose a mug himself. They had gone that evening but Jason hadn't figured that it was Dick's until he came a few weeks later, to grab some old things and yell at Bruce and then be coaxed into staying for tea by Alfred.

Well, Alfred had tea. Jason doubted that Dick drank anything weaker than coffee.

Aaaannyyways, that was when Jason saw Dick drink from that mug and then things clicked. He had gotten a blood red mug which he used from then on but he felt a little sour, even when the Prodigy Son had left, Alfred lovingly still kept a piece of him.

Back to the point. The way I get distracted, I swear I probably have ADHD.

Coffee machine, something, I don't know, black coffee?? I don't really like coffee. I think I mentioned that. And here I go again. Smh.

Let me take out the previous chap, hold up. Mainly so I can copy paste parts.

Yeah, so he grabbed his own mug and hit a few buttons, black coffee blah blah blah. He was just squirting a swirl of whipped cream, yes, he knows doesn't seem like a whipped cream kind of guy but he just felt like it that night. He thought he heard someone but did not react, instead heading back to the counter after putting the cream back in place.

"Who's there?"

He turned on his heel and pulled out his knife. "Could ask the same of you."

"Could just say 'Jason' or 'Me' or the other dozen ways of introducing yourself."

It was Nicole. Jason growled.

"Look, I didn't come to pick a bone with you. Just gonna get some coffee and leave."

"Leave Gotham?" Jason did not want to deal with her. Still, he was glad he wore the contacts, even if they impacted his night vision. (Again. It will be explained later)

She very pointedly ignored him and started going through the cupboards, presumably searching for a mug and Jason groaned.

He strode to the cabinet and tossed her a mug generally used by guests. "Here. Catch!" Waiting for the inevitable crash with a type of dark satisfaction.

No crash. Only a snide "Thanks."

"Should I ask about the catch?"

"Should I ask about the blade?"

Okay, he was a little impressed. "Touché"

She hummed. "Now, how to work this machine?"

Jason watched, leaning against the counter and starting to sip the scalding hot coffee.

"That's the eject button!! Do you want it to spit out all the coffee in it on yourself?" He scrambled to pull her hand away.

"Ugh, no."

"Can't you read? Alfred can't always be clearing up after you." Jason spat, borderline noticing the pit madness acting up.

"The Hades is happening to your eyes?" Nicole asked, clearly having no idea what was going on.

Jason struggled to clear his vision.. He didn't want to Bruce on his back, which he definitely would be if he hurt Nicole. Even if it was when he was under The Pit's influence.

"Jason? Are you okay?"

"it- it burns!" He groaned.

And it did. Like a white hot crowbar banging away in his skull.

Nicole put her fingers on his temples, her hands were incredibly cold. (I wrote cola accidentally) That actually helped and he nearly collapsed with relief as something cold pressed against his pressure points. He tried to apply more force, increase surface area, whatever he could do to lessen the pain.

Whenever the green tried to takeover his vision, it didn't really hurt. Unless, of course, he fought it.

Which he was doing at the moment so it was probably a given.

Still, it felt strange compared to previous times.

It felt kinda like when someone injects a painkiller and you can't really tell if they pain has increased or decreased.

Like I said: strange.

Someone was calling his name.

Time to go back to the present appartemente. (You know what? I'm going with Español!Jason)

"What just happened? Also, if you're done using my hands, can I have them back?"

He realised with a start that he was holding Nicole's hands up to the sides of his face. "Right. Sorry." He said, immediately releasing them.

"What happened?"

"I don't know." He knew very well that he was being rude, but even if he wanted to tell her, he couldn't. He doubted she'd believe him anyways.

"Fine then. Do you need me to help you back to your room? I don't want to be blamed if you collapse on the way back."

"I'll be fine." He said gruffly.

"Sheesh okay. You need to calm down."

He opted to not say anything in response.

"Anyways, I still need coffee so, bye." Her eyes flicked towards the door meaningfully.

She actually ignored him this time, humming to herself and made herself a cappuccino.

"Well, I don't know about you but I'm gonna wander my way back to my room. So, uh, bye I guess."

Without making eye contact, he asked, "Why were your hands so cold?"

She murmured something that a person would not have heard.

"What?"

"I said I don't know." She left hurriedly.

A regular person might not have heard but a guy resurrected and enhanced by the Lazarus Pit definitely did hear her initial reason.

'Because I'm a freak.'

————tempting. So tempting————

"Hold up, You're going in the wrong direction." Jason picked up his mug, making a mental note to put it back before going to his room.

She grimaced. (😬)"I'm not trying to get back there."

Jason nodded, more in acknowledgement than anything else. "Just walking around?"

"Just walking around." She confirmed.

Neither of them said anything for a while, just walking around and somehow made their way to the hallway where Jason's bedroom was. Well, most of their rooms were

"Your room is two hallways down and around the corner." Jason said, opening the door to his room.

Nicole rolled her eyes, " I know it's not. Try to think of a more original prank."

Jason shut his door, not bothering to acknowledge her statement.

Nicole gave a small smile and made her way to a dark hallway, a spot that was not monitored via CCTV and shadowed to the kitchen to leave her mug.

She decided against just leaving it there and set about to cleaning it.

As she scrubbed away at the utensil, her mind wandered back to Jason.

More specifically, the aura of death. Like, the entire family had it but it didn't seem like they killed, and rather had been surrounded by it.

Well, except Damian.

And Dick. Which was strange. Because Dick Flipping-around-and-hanging-from-chandeliers-while-being-an-absolute-ray-of-sunshine, did not seems like the type.

But Todd seemed to have touched death himself. Huh, she'd have to talk to Thanatos about it.

He would be more likely to answer her questions.

But that was something for another day. Right now, she would go back to her room and chill till it was an acceptable time to wake up.

After all, she didn't want to be around when the rest of the bats came home.

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FINALMENTE!!!!!

I HAD Such severe writer's clock. Wait.

Nah I'm not changing that. Too funny.

Still have it for WIINL? Though.

I'll still try to write.

And I have a hundred followers. That's cool.

I'm gonna try to get some work done now. 

Sea ya