Jason stared down at his gloves as they sat limply on his bed. His bracers hung loosely, mere shreds of magic keeping them attached. He was lucky it was taking it's time wearing off.
He'd been living at the manor again, in his own room across from Seraphina's. Bruce was surprisingly happy to have him home and held him tightly for several long minutes before practically pushing him to the library to sit and talk. Jason had spent several weeks just exploring the library, reading through books at a quicker pace than he ever could've imagined.
And now? It was slowly crumbling apart. His late-night chats with Seraphina were ending soon. Helping Alfred in the kitchen was ending again. Talking with Bruce about his family was ending.
He stared sadly at the leather bracers as they slowly fell, the magic waning further. He slumped forward and a muffled sob escaped him. It was fading too quickly, he was losing himself.
A soft knock interrupted him. He moved to stand up and crumpled, his boots sitting uselessly on the floor. He reached out partially, seeing his sleeve stretch out before falling limp.
Seraphina pushed the door open and gasped softly, her eyes widening. He looked up at her, his orbs shining dimly. She took a deep breath and fell beside him on her knees, holding her hands out above him.
He stared as her hands began to glow, feeling his pants fall onto the floor. She glanced at him, staring into his trembling orbs. He watched as her mouth moved, the sound muffled as if he was under water.
He slumped, faintly feeling her inside him. His sight began dimming and he focused on her, seeing tears run down her cheeks. Too soon, everything was happening too soon and too quickly.
In that moment, all he wanted was to wipe away her tears. To hold her and comfort her. To make her tears stop. To make her smile again.