"Why did you try to kill yourself?" Jason asked Dylan once he got her alone. He hadn't been in no position to ask when she was ready to take the plunge, but he was asking her later that same day.
Dylan tensed at the reminder. She grew solemn, tightening her lips. Did she want to talk about her conflict about somebody who didn't care? Ha! Hardly.
What gave him the right to pry? Nothing. His eyes were analyzing her from head to toe, hoping to make her talk.
Dylan couldn't take the lingering silence. She couldn't withstand his quizzical gaze a moment longer. Taking a deep breath, she turned to him with a permanent scowl. "I wasn't going to jump."
"You were over the edge about to let go. How were you not going to jump? What would compel you to do so?" Jason badgered, apparently feeling it his right to know her logic.
Dylan closed her eyes for a few brief seconds. She gripped the railing of the balcony to a hotel- considering, by the time he'd reached her night had befallen the skies. She talked her way into the nonsense, allowing herself to calm down.
"I thought about it at first. Then, I got to thinking of Nickelback's Lullaby accompanied by familiar blue eyes. I couldn't give up." Dylan spoke in a raspy voice, feeling the light breeze of the night air kiss her skin.
Jason arched an eyebrow at her, "What do those things have to do with you not jumping?"
Dylan felt a smirk tug at her lips. She pushed down the small, anxious, glowing feeling blooming in her. Her mind briefly went to those of her family; knowing they'd all be alright. She playfully hit him upside the head, causing a scowl to breakout onto the boy's face.
"Don't worry your pretty little head over what those two things have to deal with me not jumping. Can I tell you something?" Dylan half joked, turning serious.
Jason frowned, slowly nodding in agreement. "This isn't where you confess your feelings, right?"
Dylan furrowed her eyebrows at the accusation. A slight tear in her heart had her mind reeling with his question. What feelings would she confess? Her growing fondness for the boy? She rolled her eyes to the back of her eyes, "Are you that daft?"
Jason had been kidding. He grew serious, shifting uneasily on the heels of his feet. "I'm sorry, continue."
"Batman...Bruce Wayne, he's-" Dylan halfway formed her sentence when the aggravating male interrupted.
"See? I knew you had a fetish for the Bat!" Jason blatantly shouted, sticking his tongue out at her. His action was childish, reminding Dylan of what felt like so long ago. He went to head inside when he was tackled to the ground.
Dylan didn't play. Smirking, she pinned the boy to the floor as if she won some game they'd been playing. Her eyes were meeting his in a bit of a glare while straddling his hips. She didn't process anything aside from what she wanted to say to someone, but couldn't get out. Her face moved closer to his so her nose was inches from his, watching him squirm under her grip.
"I don't have a fetish for my own father, sicko!" Dylan got each word out in a hiss. Her eyes watched as Jason registered her sentence.
"Are you telling me Batman is your…? No, it can't be." Jason said, shaking his head in disbelief. He pulled himself into a sitting position, heaving Dylan with him by accident.
"Kate told me on the bridge. I don't want to be anybody's anything. I especially don't want to be his daughter. Batman is a fraud." Dylan huffed, bumping into Jason. She wasn't really worried about the closeness at the moment as she was about the truth and how she could care less for the man of her genes.
"Batman is not a fraud. I'm sure he had his reasons for giving you up." Jason came to the defense of said superhero once more.
"The ones closest to the big guys always think they know. The truth is Batman is lame, a rich stuck up snob and cares solely for himself." Dylan piped up, starting one of many of their future arguments down the road. She could never support the Bat.
Jason gripped her arms, glaring at her. "That isn't true." He knew things about the Bat himself that she didn't know. Nobody knew except for him. He'd always hear Bruce mutter something about a long lost daughter beneath his breath, but he never did question it. Maybe, he should have.
···
Dylan tossed, turned and began to burn up like no tomorrow. She was clutching the black sheets of the twin sized bed, hoping to hold onto sanity. A whimper in the form a light scream tore from her lips in the middle of the night. She'd come so close to death before. She almost toppled from the bed when Jason caught her.
"Dylan, it's a nightmare." Jason reassured as her eyes pried open. He saw the horror flicker in green eyes widening a fraction like her panic attack wouldn't stop.
"How can dreams of death be a nightmare?" Dylan asked him in an outrage. She felt him flinch at her loud outburst. Her soul hardly got rest since her little adventure had begun.
"I'm alive, aren't I?" Jason attempted to comfort the brunette. Unsure of how to do so.
Dylan sighed, clutching at his black tee shirt. She was trying to get a grip on reality while the world felt as if it were pulling from her. She about dug her fingernails in his torso in the process of trying to calm a weak heart.
"Jason, these nightmares aren't some thing you can play off. The deaths do happen or they're near fatal. I find these things come true out of order. A girl's throat was slit by a blade dipped in honey and a boy was shot with a green bullet. I feel the pain radiating from them." Dylan softly explained to the boy who somehow took to cradling her.
The ironic part is that she used his name for the first time since meeting.
"How can you feel their pain? It's not like you know them on a personal level." Jason voiced, holding curiosity in his tone.
Dylan grimaced, giving a nonchalant shrug. She felt her eyelids growing heavy. "I can't say for sure. That's just how it works for me. I'd have to ask Voldemort."
"I know where he lives." Jason piped up, but she was shaking her head.
"I'm not meeting the Bat. I'll find a way around that." Dylan protested, rolling over to catch some sleep. She didn't know he'd go behind her back to go directly to the source for information. She'd kill him when she found Jason again.
She swore to the Heavens.
