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Jason: Seventeen
EVENT: Having Pop and Dad fall in love…all over again.
"I've had it!"
Jason jolts awake when his Pop's angry voice filters loudly into his ears.
"Dick, that's enough."
"Enough? Enough?!"
"You're making a big deal out of something that's not-"
"I'm making a big deal over something important."
"It's not something that concerns you-"
"Like hell!"
"Dick!"
"Conner!"
Jason stumbles through the hallway and over to the banister only to find his parents glaring at each other by the stair case.
"Dad? Pop?" he says groggily. "What's going on?"
"Nothing Jason; go back to be. It's-"
"You're not hiding this from our son too." Dick growls with icy blue eyes.
"Dick-"
"Don't call me that."
"Pop?" Jason makes his way down the stairs but only manages to make it half way before Dick lets out a small noise of panic and suddenly starts screaming in a language that sounds scary to Jason's ears.
"Idiot! Nu puteți face asta! Nu pentru mine, nu pentru Jason!"
(Idiot! You can't do this! Not to me; not to Jason!)
"I don't have a choice Dick!"
"You do! And you're choosing to leave."
"I am not!"
"Dad?" Jason whispers out before taking a step back in shock and horror when Dick's hand connects sharply with Conner's cheek.
"I don't want to see your face…" the shorter male hisses before rushing upstairs.
"Jason…go up to your room. We'll discuss this later."
"…no." the ebony whispers after watching his Pop run away with tears streaming down his face. "What's wrong with Pop?"
"Nothing; we're just-"
"Don't you dare lie to me." Jason hisses through clenched teeth.
Conner stares at his son in shock for a minute…surprised that his little boy had actually…stood up to him.
"Jason…I've been asked to joined the armed forces…" Conner mumbles stiffly.
"…Like…the military?"
"We're at war; we aren't in good shape. Maybe if I help…things will get better."
"You…you're going to leave us?"
"Just for a little while."
"How long…is a little while?" Jason asks, his voice cracking with fear and panic.
"…two…ten years tops."
"Ten years? Dad…the war can't possibly last ten years!"
"But the road to peace will."
"And you're willing to do this? You're willing to leave us?"
"Of course not Jason, but I-"
"Don't have a choice? Is that the same trash you told Pop?"
"Jason-"
"No."
"What?"
"I don't want to hear it Dad. You know…I was actually starting to think that maybe things were getting better."
"Jase-"
"I guess history does repeat itself."
"Jason-"
"You were gone for ten years of my life…what's another ten right?"
With that, the teen shakes his head and takes the steps two at a time to get to his room.
"Jason…Jase!" Conner can only desperately call his son's name…and watch as he runs away.
"You weren't there then…I don't know what made me believe that things would change." Jason shouts before stomping off.
"Jason please…" Conner whispers desperately.
… … … … … … … …
"You can't be serious."
"I am…he's leaving."
"Jason…I just can't see that happening."
"I would say the same thing…if I hadn't been there to see the argument myself last night."
"…did your Pop really slap him?"
"Dad just stood there and took it."
"They love each other Jason; they'll get through this."
"That's the thing Charlie…I don't think they will."
"What are you talking about?"
"I remember when I was little…whenever my parents were around each other they were…happy. They would laugh and joke around and…they were the picture perfect couple."
"Okay?"
"But now…it's like a switch has be turned off. They don't ever see each other and when they do…they're always cold towards each other. When they talk they're screaming insults…Dad is rarely ever home and most of the time I find him sleeping on the living room couch whenever he's home to spend the night. Pop…Charlie he's depressed! I know he is."
"Sometimes couples hit a rough patch…it's normal."
"Not this…my parents don't act like this. I think this argument…may have sent Pop over the edge."
"How are you feeling?"
"Me?"
"Yes you…"
"Torn."
"Explain?"
"I want to side with Pop…I really do. But at the same time…I want to respect Dad for having the courage to do this…I love my parents Charlie…but sometimes they're just so…urg!" Jason groans before falling onto his bed with a sigh.
"You should talk to them."
"About what?"
"If I try to put them in a room together, they'll start arguing!"
"…help them see the good in each other."
"…the what?"
"What's their love story Jason?"
"What?" Jason sits up with a frown and listends as Charlie groas in frustration on the other end of their call.
"How did they meet? When did they fall in love?"
"I…I don't know!"
"Well…find out!" with that, the blonde hangs up…and Jason stares off into space in confusion.
… … … … … …
"Are you sure this is the place?" Charlie asks through the thick scarf that protects his nose and mouth from the harsh January cold.
"Yeah…this is the address I found." Jason mutters.
"…this doesn't seem right." Charlie mutters before following Jason into the small shop.
Bells ring, signaling their arrival and Charlie can't help but clutch Jason hand tightly as he wanders around the store slowly.
"Charlie, calm down." the ebony soothes before reaching over to pick up a small candle from a shelf.
"This place…doesn't sit well with me." Charlie whispers.
"May I help you?"
Both boys jump in surprise and turn around to find a girl standing behind them.
"I'm looking for Zatanna." Jason states with a straight face.
"…she's not here."
"When will she be back?"
"That I know not." she mutters before turning her gaze to Charlie who was practically plastered onto Jason's left side.
"Perhaps I can be of assistance…" she smiles wickedly at the blonde and he only tucks himself deeper into Jason's side.
"That won't be necessary; we'll come back when she's here."
"None sense!" she claps and the blondes along with the small 'OPEN' sign at the door flip to erase any signs of life outside of the shop.
"Who are you?" Jason demands with a glare.
"Zeanon." the girl answers before smirking.
"Jase?" Charlie whispers.
"Jase? As in Jason?" the girl raises an eyebrow at them and Charlie can only blind in horror as she starts laughing hysterically.
"Can you help me?" Jason demands.
"It all depends."
"I need a love spell. Something that will make two people remember why they love each other."
"Why have they fallen out of love?" the girl asks and suddenly she seems so much younger.
"Time is their enemy." Jason answers.
"I am not like my mentor…I cast no chants and speak no tongue…besides the one we both know." she mutters darkly before turning her cat-like eyes back to Charlie.
"Then what are you like?" the blonde demands softly.
"I am a seeker. I create magic with ingredients I find and deliver the goods to whom has asked for them."
"You're a witch." Jason states.
"Precicsely."
"I'm willing to pay anything." Jason mumbles.
"Anything?"
"Anything reasonable.
"I wish for the scarf." she states stiffly before raising a finger to point at Charlie.
"…Charlie." Jason whispers soothingly…as if asking for permission.
"I…G-give the magic and you'll get the s-scarf." the blonde stutters out softly, suddenly transforming back into the shy klutz Jason met when they were five years old.
The girl- Zeanon- chuckles before waving for them to follow.
"You say time is their enemy…I know what to do." she states and leads them to the register.
Charlie carefully un wraps his scarf from his neck and places it gently on the counter.
Zeanon smiles widely at them before sighing.
"For this, I need a relative's connection."
Jason stares at her for a second before frowning.
"What?"
"Come." Zeanon sighs and pulls Jason closer by the color of his jacket.
Charlie only reaches over to grab Jason's hand tightly.
"Chill out!" Jason mumbles to them both and winces when Zeanon yanks his beanie form his head before ripping strands of hair from his scalp.
"Jase." Charlie mumbles when he stumbles back up right.
"I'm fine." he reassures as he rubs his head.
"Time…is their enemy." Zeanon mumbles as she drops the strands of black hair into a small clay bottle that's been painted pink.
The girl digs around under the counter and comes back up with various jars, bottles, and boxes.
"What is that?" Charlie asks softly when he sees Zeanon drop a flower into the bottle.
"youth." the answers simply.
With that, she gently stirs the contents with a spoon and sighs.
"Now what?" Jason asks impatiently.
"Now…you drink it."
"Me? Why?" Jason asks in shock.
"You're reletives are those at risk, correct?"
"Yes…"
"Then you, being the concerned boy, must drink in order to save them."
"Jason…" Charlie whispers.
"This will work?" Jason asks warily as he grabs the bottle.
"Of course!" Zeanon barks, as if angry that they were doubting her.
"Bottoms up." Jason whispers to himself before chugging the liquid.
… … … … …
"Pop? Dad? I'm home!" Jason calls out as he and Charlie walk into Wayne Manor.
"I'm freezing." Charlie mumbles as he peels off his coat.
"You're red all over." Jason chuckles and places his semi-warm hands on his boyfriend's cheeks.
"Who are you?" both boys jump at the strict voice and turn with frowns.
"…Pop?" Jason whispers as he comes face to face with a skinny, short ebony haired boy.
A boy who's wearing shades, a green hoodie, a black leather jacket…a boy who can't be any older than fourteen years old…and is unmistakably…Dick Grayson.