After the perfect fluff that was Li'l Gotham #10, I suddenly felt the need for just a little angst...
I do not own Batman.
Jason hadn't meant to hurt the kid too badly.
It had just been a shitty day for him. The drug deal he was planning on breaking up that night had turned out to be a set up, and he had just spent an hour or so fighting off the idiots who thought they could trap Gotham's most deadly vigilante. He was still fuming when he happened to see Robin swinging from a building above him. The anger still boiling inside him whispered that maybe roughing the Replacement up a little would calm him down just a bit.
Which was why Jason had followed Tim to an empty rooftop, jumping from the shadows and tackling the young hero to rough cement.
"How's it been in your neck of the woods, Baby Bird?" he whispered in the struggling teen's ear with a smirk.
"What do you want, Jason?" Tim growled in response, ignoring Jason's question.
"Is it such a crime that I want to catch up with my darling little brother?" When Tim answered only by fiercely pushing his elbow up at Jason, the fight really began. For the first few minutes, it was little more than the two jumping around the rooftop, throwing punches and kicks, and avoiding those sent at them just as easily.
Jason wasn't completely sure what happened that changed that. In the rush of adrenaline, something possessed him to slide his knife out of its holster on the back of his thigh. When he threw his next punch, the fist missed Tim by a good few inches.
However, the knife made a deep, clean cut directly across Robin's throat.
Tim made a strangled cry, then collapsed in a heap on the roof as his gloved fingers slowly moved up to his neck, desperately trying to slow the blood flow. Jason, realizing what he had just done, dropped the knife, barely hearing it clatter on the ground as he could just stare. Just stare at Tim's horrified expression, at the marred flesh, at the blood slowly leak onto the cement.
He took a step back, away from the disaster he had caused. Then, as he continued backing away, he soon turned, running as quickly as he could, feeling tears prickle at the edges of his eyes.
He hadn't meant to hurt Tim too badly. Of course, things rarely went the way he meant them to.