Upon reaching my apartment, I'm forced to use my grappling hook to break in through the window, pulling Jason inside with me. Jason makes no protest, his body is limp, cold, and lifeless. His eyes are dim and staring up at nothing. In fact, the only reason Dick knew Jason was alive was because of his choked breathing and faint heartbeat. Had Jason been breathing quietly, Dick would have been panicking as he tried to get a pulse.
Pulling Jason through the window, Dick renables his security system, drawing the dark curtains closed and turning on the lights. Compared to Jason's safe-house, Dick's apartment was a mansion. Dick stood with Jason leaning against him in a moderately-sized living room, in front of a large, dark blue couch. The television was behind them, with a chestnut coloured bookshelf on each side full of books, movies, and video games. There was a dark blue carpet, and a chestnut coffee table in front of them. To the right was the bathroom and Dick's bedroom, and to their left was the kitchen a small dining room. Dick brought Jason to his bedroom. The walls were a light ocean shade of blue. The floor was wooden. In the left side of the room was a small bookshelf and a desk. The desk had a laptop and a closed file sitting on top. In the center of the room was Dick's bed, with orange sheets and blankets. There was a small nightstand with a lamp to the left of the bed, and to the right sat the closet and dresser.
Laying Jason down on the bed, Dick pondered what to do. The first concern on his mind was what was wrong with Jay, and he wondered how to approach that. Dick dragged his desk chair to the bed and sat beside Jason's head.
"Are you hurt?" He asked. It took a couple long seconds for Jason to tear his blank gaze from the ceiling to Dick, but he did.
"Huh?" Jason said slowly, confusion written on his face.
"Bruce told me you and him had a fight recently." Dick explained, watching Jason's muscles go tense.
"I know how ruthless he can be in "full Batman mode"," Dick explained, hoping to ease some of the tension from Jason's body. "You seemed really...not okay in your apartment, this is me trying to figure out what's wrong." Dick frowned when the tension in Jason only seemed to increase.
"Nothing's wrong." Jason snapped. He seemed to take in his surroundings. "Where are we?" he asked, frowning. Dick was confused, Didn't Jason recognize the place?
"I-It's my apartment." Dick replied, and Jason seemed to frown more.
"Really?" He asked, and when Dick nodded, "Oh. It's...nice." he said, sorrow claiming his tone. Dick felt a tug on his heart. He guessed that Jason hadn't really seen a place as nice as Dick's after his "death". Pushing those thoughts aside, Dick still had questions, questions that needed answers.
"I'm still confused, and worried Jay," Dick said, and if Jason had at all relaxed, he definitely wasn't now. "What happened back there?" Jason's face took a dark pained look, and he turned away from Dick.
"Don't worry about it," Jason growled. The next part Jason probably didn't intend for Dick to hear, but he did, and it killed him.
"It's not like anybody ever did, so why start now?"
