"Fuck."
I rarely curse. And when I usually do, it's because I'm really irritated.
I use to be able to do everything by myself. Everything. And now I can't get one fucking cup! I shift my body to the side and make another effort to catch the cup from the cupboard. My fingers are slightly brushing the porcelain and I tug my lips into a slight smile, knowing that I made it. Except my fingers slip and I push the cup further from my reach.
"Fuck!"
"I didn't know you had such a mouth on you Barbie.." I way to familiar voice reaches my ears. I scoff at the sound of that deep, cocky voice.
"What do you want Jason?" I ask him a little bit bluntly, my entire attention focused on the fucking cup!
"Just thought I could stop by and see what you've been up to.."
"Nothing in particular…" I shook my head, my teeth gritting.
"You need help with that?" I hear a loud thud and his footsteps coming closer.
"No thank you. If I'm in a chair doesn't mean I can get a fucking cup!" I snap a little.
"What ever. I'll be on the couch if you need me.."
"Since when do you live here?" I shift a little bit more on my chair, my right hand gripping the kitchen counter tightly. Just a little.
"Since you start leaving the window open." he smirked.
Note to self: start closing the living room window.
Don't get me wrong, I love Jason. Sure he's a cocky, self-centred ass hole, but so is every single man in my life. But ever since he.. well died, he's been cockier and blunter than ever.
Just like you after the Joker incident.
I mentally shake the thought of my head, and balance myself on the chair. Just a little bit… and I feel a pain in my head. Before I am aware of my surroundings I realize that my lips are kissing my kitchen floor. I feel sour pain in my upper body and face. I fell. I fell on the ground.
"Hey… you okay?" Jason's hands are cupping my face, his eyes filled with sincere worry.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I nod, trying to let a small smile escape my lips.
"Babs.. you're crying.." he whispers. I am? That figures why my face felt wet. His thumbs are gently caressing my face, wiping the tears from my cheeks. "You sure you okay?"
"Yeah.. I'm sure…" I nod, my eyes fixed on the ground I just fell on, "Can you please help me, back on my chair?" I say to him, a lump stuck in my throat that prevents me from speaking like a normal person. My voice is shaking and so is my entire body.
Jason gently picks me up and places me back on my chair. I slowly look up and meet his eyes. They are still that familiar shade of blue I'm used of. But his face… it's completely different from the one I remember. His jaw line is stronger, his hair is longer and darker. The white streak in it is also new. The smug smile that was always present on his lips is replaced with a thin line. Scattered across his face are various battle scars and cuts. Dried blood is visible on his upper lip and there's a bruise under his right eye.
He soon becomes aware of my long stare. My gaze seems to worry him. "What?" is all he manages to say, while a small smile appears on his bloodied lip.
"You use to be such a beautiful boy.." I say, a small smile appearing on my lips as well.
"I'm a big boy now. Grew taller." He laughs.
"Yeah…" I whisper, while my hand reaches for that loose strand of white hair and tuck it away from his eyes. "I miss you.."
"Do you?" his impression becomes serious and fairly suspicious. "Did you missed me, like I missed you..?" he moves his face closer to mine, so he can whisper in my ear. For an unknown reason, the sound of his voice sends shivers across my shattered spine. My hands grip the ends of my wheelchair, as I become anxious. "You didn't.." he sighed in my ear, once again sending shivers. "You had him. You didn't need me.. and now that he's miles away…"
I snap. His face is now away from mine. A red mark is visible on his cheek as his teeth clench. Jason's eyes flutter open, as he sends an angry glare at my direction.
"You have no fucking idea what I went through!" I snap once again. Tears gather around my eyes, but I swallow them bitterly. "I was left for dead! Broken.. literally! And… and… he didn't even care! The man I thought that loved me, didn't give a single crap about me!" I sob. Jason's glare softened as he stare at me. He can pretend all he wants, but I know how he feels. He is just like me. Not in an exact same way, but close. "He left me… he just left…"
"Son of a bitch." I hear Jason mutter. He looks down for a moment and then looks up at me again. "I can help you…"
"No." I shake my head, already aware of his proposal.
"Let me help you!" he suddenly cups my face with his hands. "You could walk again!" a smile escapes his lips.
I snap my eyes open. I could walk again. "What are you saying?"