HEY! Woah, it's been a long time since I wrote in english, but hopefully I'll practice a lot this year! This series is for the "Monthly Writing Prompts" of March, y'all can join the Discord server too and have a lot of fun!
So, as I said, I'm not a native speaker so there may be weird phrasing and mistakes, let me know!
Take my hand.
Jason lets out a snarl and twists his body out of the way so the replacement's attack doesn't hit him. He takes advantage of his momentum to send them tumbling to the ground, and does his level best to keep Tim pinned under him. Kid's strong, despite looking like an awkward stick it makes Jason wonder if Alfred ever feds him. He even manages to punch Jason so hard he can feel his cheek bleed.
But Jason is big, and angry. So he hits enough times to leave Tim wheezing in a puddle of blood. Then he stands, the world moving under him, green and broken at the edges. He extends his hand and thinks of something to say, to explain the things that run through his head. That he misses Bruce too, that he can't be Batman, but he can try. Replacement should know that feeling, he thinks. He must, and if Tim is by his side, maybe they both can make a good parody of this show.
It's a stupid idea. But one that Jason needs. Keeping the darkness at bay by himself is going to get him killed again —it's killing him already.
So he licks his lips, stretches his fingers and hopes.
"Take my hand, be my Robin."
In the ground, Tim makes a sound between a sob and a wail. Jason flinches too, the words too raw, too unexpected. He almost laughs at the irony of it all, but he's too angry for that.
It feels like an eternity of waiting, but Tim breathes the word "No."
And Jason could swear, if he had a mind, that he does not want to kill this kid. He does it, anyway. Of course. Like the monster life has made of him, he destroys this child's life even more. The batarang is in his hand, and then it isn't —is in Tim's body— in the blink of an eye. Death wants more death, and all that crappy bullshit Jason's always loved. He swallows, but the voices and the pure greedy anger in his veins doesn't let him think about this. There's no time to question himself.
Everything is an explosion of green and red after that.
300+ words.
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