If there's no-one beside you when your soul embarks

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Who: Batfamily and the usual hangers on, tag yourselves in
When: Night of the 7th, morning of the 8th
Where: The Batcave, and then the East shore of the city
Summary: Tears. Lots and lots of tears. All the heartache. Then we set fire to Batman.
Warnings: Violence, character death, funeral, heartbreak, blood, batkids fighting. Will probably add to this

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[under_thehood]

Jason flicked his hateful gaze over at Cass when she spoke, his jaw clenching unnaturally tight. Of course, he knew very well that Bruce was his father, even if both of them denied it to the world; a bond had formed between them that would never disappear, no matter how much they screamed or beat on each other. Even now, the vigilante couldn't bring himself to deny that fact, couldn't even mutter the denial under his breath. He didn't want to need a moment alone with his father, he wanted to be able to storm out the door and never look back, but couldn't. Instead, he remained rooted by the door as his chest burned.

Wasn't this what he wanted? Bruce dead? It's what he'd tried to do on his own but not done so. Hadn't his anger against Bruce now been exacted?

But seeing his father dead brought none of that relief, none of that peace he imagined so long ago. Instead there was more anger, more hate, more pain.

"I don't care." The words are stiff and forced, the worst lie he's ever told because even he can almost see through the fog to the fact that he does care.

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Clark stirred in his corner. He was watching the whole thing quietly, choosing not to interfere, simply because if he did, he interrupted the natural mourning process. Jason needed to work his own way through this, not be told how and when he mourned.

A lie. It's easy to tell the difference because usually he tells them so easily. And Cass... Cass is trying to cope by comforting the others. He wants to thank her but he can't find the strength. Instead he says only:

"Tell him. For once he might actually listen."

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Jason didn't even acknowledge Clark with a glance, instead with a tightening of his jaw and half an eye roll, eyes directed up and away from both of them for a moment, as if the ceiling of the cave held a way out of all of this. He felt like he was being suddenly ambushed by both of them, as if they could somehow force him to grieve properly instead of ignoring it.

"I'm done with this freakshow." The response was barely a growl, barely even coherent words stirred with so much hate and anger he can barely speak them.

And he began to stiffly pull his blood-spattered jacket back on, not at all caring what they might think of him leaving without him even beginning the mourning process and instead shoving it off on to some later day.