Jay's first night at the manor and he doesn't know why Bruce isn't taking him to Bruce's room. ;kafldkahdhf;alsd because all the other men have andand he expects it y'know even though Bruce promised him it'd never happen and he's so lost because he doesn't know what to do in this position so he curls up in a cupboard and hides while he freaks out akdjf;laksdfh;alskdj I write out the full angst in my head before I write out words a;flkdfhasdlk he learned how to work the street
because if sometimes he couldn't get away hit and run so he just went with it ;alkfj;dsalkhf;alksd and if things got really bad he learned how to kill them so that's why he's so confused about Bruce not allowing killing because he's seen the worst participated in the worst ak;fjkadsfaf *this is based off headcanon*

Anne wanted angst and this Jay angst kicked me in the face repeatedly until I wrote it. It's kind of happy at the end. Er, kind of. Sorta. Maybe?

Before any of you ask, Jason is still a kid. A jaded, abused kid but still a kid who wants to not be a criminal and suddenly he has people who care about him. He's going to change his mind and bounce back and forth between distrustful and trying to be trusting quickly. So yes. At least in my headcanon he is haha, which is why this is the headcanons verse.

Title: You're Not

Verse: headcanons

Characters/Pairings: Jason and others

Rating: nsfw but not heavy heavy, Mish...er yes.

Excerpt: This is Jason's room. Well they told him it was his room. But he's not too sure because it's too big and there's too much in it.

This is Jason's room.

Well they told him it was his room. But he's not too sure because it's too big and there's too much in it.

He expects to be given a small room and have to go to Bruce's when he's needed. Bruce seems nicer than all the other Johns but he's still one so.

"Is there something wrong Jason?"

Jason turns to look at Bruce. "Uh. This mine?"

Bruce nods, looking confused. "Yes Jason. This is your room. Is there something wrong with it? We can fix it if needed."

"Uh no. No. Just, you're not a normal John."

Bruce looks stricken and kneels where he stands, not moving closer so as to not spook Jason. "Jason. I will never be one of those 'Johns'. This is to be your home not your, 'place of business'."

Jason doesn't look convinced and he thinks the pinch around Bruce's eyes is because he doesn't understand. It could be because he's suspicious of him though. Most Johns like to play games where they lure you into a safe place and then. Well, then they fuck you, pay you and toss you back on the street.

But Bruce just sighs closing his eyes like he's in pain and retreats out of the room. "The only lock on the door is from the inside. Feel free to use it if you need to Jason."

Jason stares dumbly at Bruce's retreating back. But sure enough the lock is a deadlock from the inside and there's no keyhole from the hall. After a quick check there are no other entrances except the window and that locks well too.

So he locks the room up and sits on the bed. It's soft. Very, very soft. Too soft. He wouldn't be able to sleep let alone wake up if he did fall asleep. He needs to be able to wake up at a moments notice.

He eyes the room, the corner looks good. But then he sees the closet and it's a walk-in but there's that little section in the very back that's the perfect size for him. It also doesn't let anyone see him if they decide to break the door down or break the window.

So he grabs a couple blankets out of the bin at the front of the closet and curls up to sleep.

—

He's running. The man's behind him and damn it that hit should have kept him down.

"Little bastard. Doncha know ya hafta actually service someone if they pay fer ya?"

There's a sharp blow to the back of his head and he can't see straight. But he can feel the man's hands pulling down his pants and hear a zipper being pulled down.

Then there's pain and he's screaming and there's blood and he can feel the metal of a broken pole under his hands and there's a dead weight.

—

Jason wakes with a muffled cry and he doesn't recognize where he is at first. But then he does. He doesn't know how long it's been but Bruce hasn't betrayed his word about it not happening. So. So maybe it won't.

It doesn't stop his breathe from coming in harsh gasps and tears from flowing down his face. It hurts remembering. It just hurts in general and it hurts how much he wants Bruce to be telling the truth. He wants this to be real.

He doesn't want to have to try to pull hit and runs only to get caught and have to go with it. He doesn't want to have to deal with the Johns anymore or not having a place to stay or not having food or someone to love him.

But he knows that that's not going to happen. It hasn't happened yet and it never will. 'So don't get your hopes up stupid.'

But he crawls out of the closet and slowly inspects the room. There is no difference from when he went into the closet and the clock reads 8:50 am. Nearly twelve hours since he locked the door and window.

Maybe he can trust them.

So he crawls onto the bed, because it really is so much more comfortable than the closet, and goes back to sleep.