It was something like dimension travel. the same universe following the same path but something— something changed.
And it was when the JL Founders and their handy dandy rebellion sidekicks ended up in Jason's universe.
A shock to his system that hurt more than the bomb that ended him. To see the love that B gave little him. To see the aborted motions of love wrapped in jealousy that Goldie gave little him.
(Jason hadn't been given anything but a room in Arkham.)
Still, he knew how this story went. The heroes saved the day and Jason was ignored for his help in anything unless it was scold him for his methods.
It hurt a lot more though because now… now it came from a place of love and grief. Now he had to deal with another version of his father and brother… hell another version of himself believing that he could be better.
(But what about the victims who knew him to be the best?)
He laughed a little hurt, amused, and empty. Because he told himself that for years and all that got him was a gravemarker, his murderer walking freely, and the spirits of his mother (the egg donor and his ma) hovering over his shoulders.
Uncle Barry understood so did Aunt Diana and Uncle Hal. They didn't approve but they understood.
But even they could do nothing but flinch when he looked at his younger self directly in the eye and told him, "When you're gone, I'll still be Bloody Mary."
And he knew a part of his younger self understood (didn't approve. not when he was still looking for approval) because the kid only replied, "I won't cry for you, I won't crucify the things you do."
He wouldn't die. He wouldn't meet the same fate. He would live.
Two years later after they had left.. Jason ended up in their world and could only laugh hysterically and broken when he learned of the Arkham's Knight. "Blood Mary. Blood Mary."
Word Count: 346
Comments From The Author: This was created in the JayRoyKyle discord where Baorsi feeds me crumbs and I make cakes of angst. Inspired by Lady Gaga's Bloody Mary