[ WEEK SEVEN – KILL LOG (JASON) ]

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[ why do waynes hurt me like this and WHY DON'T I GET TO WRITE GOOD STARTERS ANYMORE ]

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WHAT THE FUCK KYUU I'LL KILL YOU?????

[bittybat]

[Most tears have been wrung out of Damian, but the impact of seeing someone else, Family, upset still clenches his insides. It could be Jason, it could be Dick, his father, Alfred. He can't believe how attached he's become to all of these idiots.

And he wonders if Bruce would be more disappointed in him choosing to kill one of their own, or if Bruce would understand.] Fine.

I'll listen. [Jason shouldn't have to die again. Jason shouldn't have to die again this young. Jason shouldn't have to die right after dying by an al Ghul sword in the hands of the blood son.

He makes no move to bring out the sword and attack.]

um you're already killing me?? hold your horses

[impulsiveness]

[Bruce will never understand. Or, at least, that's what Jason believes. Past conversations come to mind; the differences between him and their father never as clear as they were whenever the topic of murder came up. For Jason, the ends sometimes justify the means. If it's an act born out of love, or perhaps out of justice — then maybe it's not as bad as people make it out to be. But Bruce would never compromise that way.

And if Damian is right about his future. Bruce never will.

Standing up from the pew, Jason forces his body to move towards Damian. He's still sluggish and weak, a week of barely taking care of himself and only eating when necessary coming back to bite him in the ass. When he comes to stand in front of him, however, he doesn't feel any fear. Or not emotionally, at least. His whole being wants to recoil away from the thought of dying again — but he can't fight against Damian and he can't keep the game from coming to an end. This, too, must pass.

But before that can happen, he sighs at him. Bending over, just enough so he and Damian are closer to eye level, he offers him a weak smile. It doesn't quite reach his eyes, but it's as sincere as he can get. You're a good kid. I'm proud of you, is what he signs, slowly as if hoping that will help Damian believe it.

This is quickly followed by: I love you.

And then, you know, he's going to pull Damian into a hug if he allows it. This is what he needed to do. His last request, if Damian wishes to think of it that way.]

i cant believe i woke up to this and it wasnt a dream

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[Very rarely does Damian ever hear I'm proud of you, and very rarely does he ever hear it from his own father. When you know both Batman and Bruce Wayne, the man is a stickler for earning the respect he gives you.] You're an idiot, Todd.

[His hands are full, and he's too tired to try squirming away when he needs to be this close to Jason anyway. It hurts to feel his forehead brush Jason's clothes when he's hugged. He doesn't hug back per say, though there's a questionable lean of himself forward.

Hilarious how Jason Todd turned out to be a decent kid. Hilarious when his father is so predictable, and he can see why Jason was taken in.

Saving people only ends in heartache, Father.

Milla didn't accept the offer of a tranquilizer, and he respected her enough to let her fight. So he has two when he jabs them into Jason's side at the hip, firm enough to get the tiny ball to break the release and let the anesthetic disperse. All of it he requested and made--for the killers, but now he's using it on his friends.

One dose is almost too much, but two is fatal with veterinary grade tranquilizers. Fast-acting, but not painful. Damian reaches up to take Jason by the elbow and bicep for when Jason starts to go down.] It's over now. When you wake up, you'll be on the train with the others.

Can you still hear me, Todd?

I'm here. You're not alone, and when you wake up, you won't be alone then either.

shitty robins were a mistake, anna.................a mistake.................

[impulsiveness]

[So this is how it ends, then.

It's not as bad as it could have been. He's had worse, of course. And even if Damian had stabbed him with the sword instead of injecting him with the tranquilizers, his first death is a tough act to follow. Nothing will compare to the sensation of having being beating over and over and over and over again, until every inch of his body hurt and he was unable to move on his own. Nothing will compare to staring down at a ticking time bomb, watching each second pass and knowing that nobody is coming to save you.

His fingers dig into Damian's back when the needles are jabbed into his side, more of an involuntary reaction than anything with actual thought behind it. He knew Damian had acquired darts, of course. He had been told as much only a week ago — but there's something vaguely funny about the fact this is how they're being used. The purpose was always to end the game; it's just the intended targets were not the ones that needed to be taken down in the first place.

He doesn't get a lot of time to think about that, though. Or... about anything, really.

Jason goes down quickly and quietly, his thoughts becoming a jumbled mess and his limbs losing strength. But even as his breathing slow downs and he surely begins to die, he doesn't look afraid. Rather, he looks calm. At peace. Someone he cares about is with him — and isn't that enough? Isn't that more than he ever hoped for out of this messed up second chance at life? It's hard to say if he's able to understand Damian when he speaks, but it won't really matter for much longer.

His eyes droop shut. He takes one last, shuddering breath. And then he is gone.

Jason Todd is dead.]

SHRIEKS LIKE A BANSHEE

[bittybat]

[As best as he can, Damian helps Jason lower to the ground in the back of the church in the dark. Hilarious. A church. Damian had been in here the night before begging his father (his real father) to forgive him for doing this, to two, maybe three, people, and to Jason Todd, the boy who had already died enough.

Squatting beside the other boy, Damian doesn't let go of the arm.] You think Father hated you for always being reckless and an idiot, Todd.

He should have, but he didn't. He believes everyone always has a chance to do good, even the worst. [Damian doesn't know if he'll get to see Jason again before this is over. He doesn't know if he will go to the train, if any of them actually will, or if they will all wake up suddenly in their own world again, clueless and forgetful. Yet it feels good to say it, here, now, knowing Jason can't look at him, can't hug him, can't argue him.

It feels good to say it even if it won't matter. Jason needs to hear it, and he thinks Dick would tell Jason the same thing.] Father was proud of you, and he tried to save you, and it almost broke him when he couldn't. He kept your Robin uniform in the Cave in a showcase glass. He almost killed the Joker, not because he was angry, but because he was sad.

You're not the only one who died. I did, too. Mother made a clone of me, and I fought him, and he won. [He puts Jason's arm carefully on Jason's chest.] But we both came back, and we're going to come back again because death can't stop the Family.

See you on the train, Todd.

[Jason is the second of the three, excluding Barnham and Percy. But instead of sitting like he wants to do, feeling heavy, he continues, only returning when he's finished to heave Jason over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He disposes of Milla, Papika, and Jason together in the bonfire so nothing can be done to their corpses.]