The Lost
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A/N: okay I've made a lot of choices with this and I'm standing firm on this one; Jason is going to die. But I have issues with Jason fics. I see a lot that everyone rips lines right from the under the red hood movie, it pisses me off. Now this is extreme AU so I'm saying now the Joker does not kill Jason. I'm not saying who. This chapter is focusing a on a few other people before the plot picks up.
Chapter three
Alfred Pennyworth is dying, not physically but mentally. He has to watch the slow process as Bruce destroys him and destroys Jason. It's horrifying, watching the boy he's raised become this.
Alfred is dusting, not that it's needed. He has done nothing but clean as of late. Bruce isn't home yet, he left after patrol. Alfred assumes he's getting drunk, nothing new. The man lets out a heavy sigh before sitting in a chair and staring at the large window before him, the same one the bat broke through, and the one that started it all.
"Alfred," Jason's voice comes into ear shot as the boy steps into view. "Can I use the phone?"
"Of course master Jason," Alfred says. "But who might you be calling."
"A friend," and that's all Jason says. The boy still seems so untrusting not that the man can blame him. Bruce has made no effort to be open or caring towards him. Why would Jason place anything in either of them? Alfred tries but the boy needs a father.
Alfred puts his face in his hands and cries….
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Jason dials the number on the card. He's ready for rejection and almost hangs up when the other end picks up.
"Offer Cobb," the man's voice comes through.
"Hey," the boy mutters. "It's Jason... the kid…from this morning…" Jason feels awkward and he doesn't know what to expect but certainly not the warmth that comes from the other end.
"Jason how are you," the man's voice is so friendly but so tired.
"Not so good," Jason admits and it feels so good to say. "My…ah… guardian is out drinking…again…" there is silence.
"Does he hurt you," Cobb asks his tone dead serious.
"No," Jason says truthfully. "He just screams a lot, but I guess that hurts too."
"I know it can," Cobb offers. "Is there anything you need from me, at all? I'll only be in Gotham for a few more days, but I can do what I can."
"Can I still call you when you're gone," Jason asks.
"Of course," Cobb says. "Listen I have to go now, call me tomorrow alright?"
"Yeah," Jason says. "Thank you."
"Anytime," Cobb says before he hangs up and Jason runs off to bed.
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Bruce stumbles in around four, literally drunk off his ass. Alfred doesn't speak to him, he barely even looks. Bruce walks along the halls and find himself at Dick's door.
The door is always locked and hidden inside is all the pictures off Dick, the things he left behind (which is almost everything). Anything that could remind him of his first ward his tucked away. Out of sight out of mind…why the hell can't that be true? That's what he thinks as he punches the wall, leaving a deep hole. Bruce Wayne doesn't care though, he just doesn't care.