Not sure what inspired this. No warnings, except it's a non-graphic death fic. As explained in the summary.
Jason felt tears begin to form. It couldn't be real. No. It wasn't. It couldn't be. He refused to believe it.
But...
Tim wasn't breathing. His skin was already beginning to turn cold in Jason's arms. He...
He was dead.
And Jason was trying to deny it. But, how could he?
"Tim. Come on. Please" Jason begged, burying his head into his boyfriend's shoulder "Dammit Tim!" He leaned back up, tears escaping "You idiot. You should've just stuck to the plan!"
Jason could almost hear the reply to that "But Jay! I just saved everyone! A thank you would be appreciated!" It was different though, because he was actually dead this time.
Jason rested his head on Tim's and sighed "I hate you, replacement" The tears cascaded down "Hate you so goddamn much"
The pain was too much. But Jason couldn't express it. He just sat, cradling the bloodied bird, blank expression, tear soaked face. He barely realized when Bruce had taken Tim into his own arms, inwardly breaking down. He didn't realize that the rest of the family were there. Almost everyone in tears. Damian had turned away, so no one would see his, Kate wasn't crying and neither was Bruce and, since she had a full face mask, Cassandra didn't look like she cared at all.
But she did. She wasn't crying though. Not on the outside anyway. She had better control than that. But almost everyone else had fallen apart.
Barbara had to hold Stephanie to keep her up, Damian was trying to act tough and failing, Dick was on the floor, silently crying heavy tears, and Jason, well, he just looked out of it.
The family was broken. Tim had been the glue. And now he was gone.
Cassandra wanted to bring up that they needed to leave, they still had a mission. But no one else seemed to care, and this was more important anyway. She just wanted to go, before the dam in her eyes crumbled.
'Of all the ways that Tim could've died. It had to be such a painful one?' Jason asked 'Why couldn't he just have been shot? Or had his neck snapped? Why did he have to get beaten and hung!? And why couldn't I stop it? If I had just been two minutes earlier!'
Jason sighed, his heavily enforced walls completely broken. The pieces scattered among a barren desert he called his mind. He felt a weight press onto his shoulder. He didn't turn or acknowledge the person in any way.
"He chose this" Cassandra whispered, her hand disappearing quickly.
'I know' Jason thought. He couldn't speak. Didn't really want to, anyway 'And that's why I hate him'
A|N Soooooooooooooooooooooo, what do ya think?
Seriously. Review, people. Please?