No one standing at your door.
Who: Jason Todd. SOLO LOG.
When: Backdated to the 22nd.
Where: His and Talia's shared apartment in Sector 4.
Summary: Jason notices that Talia al Ghul's been ported out.
Warnings: Angst. Potential triggers for parental issues.
Jason didn't usually stay away from his and Talia's shared apartment this long. Usually he flitted between it, his headquarters, and his old apartment in sector 9, but it'd been almost a week when he ducked in through the front door, his face covered in more bruises and blood than he'd had in a while. Still, a bad feeling had settled low in his gut a while ago, but he figured it was due to being punched in the solar plexus, rather than some indicator of trouble. When he turned and locked the door behind him, the burning in his stomach multiplied, spreading up into his chest.
"Talia?" His voice echoed in the empty apartment as his eyebrows knitted together. No.
He'd seen this all play out before, coming back to an empty home, with someone he loved gone. No. This wasn't happening, not again.
Today his dad had told him they'd finally get a chance to sit down and talk like a real father and son, like his dad had never really done before. They would talk and maybe go get some chillidogs and everything would be perfect. Jason could hardly help himself as he bounded up the stairs to their apartment building, a backpack slung over his shoulder full of books. With a burst, he burst into his family's apartment, grin spread so wide it hurt.
"Dad?" he called as he carefully set down his bag and scurried along to his parents' room. "Dad?"
Empty.
"Talia." Jason's feet moved without him, the bag on his shoulder slid across his skin and dropped to the floor without his notice. Instead, he hurried down the short hallway to her room, his sneakers squeaking across the tile as he pushed open the door to her room without a moment's hesitation.
The door swung open to show a completely empty room, with nothing to show that anyone had ever lived there. Darting over to her closet, the teenager pulled open doors to reveal another empty space, hollow and raw and ripping into him in ways that he can still remember so clearly he thinks he's back in Gotham for just one moment. When did--- he swiveled about, trying to find a sign of her presence somewhere in the room, but there were none.
Five pairs of tires had earned enough money to pay for his mom's prescription. It would hold off the inevitable just a little longer, give him more time to save her. With cash in hand, he pushed open the door to her room, soft smile pressing hard against his cheeks. There she was, her hair smoothed back away from her forehead, eyes unfocused and vacant, her chest still.
Jason stared at the empty room for a time he couldn't fathom before he sank down against the wall next to the door and began to sob.
When: Backdated to the 22nd.
Where: His and Talia's shared apartment in Sector 4.
Summary: Jason notices that Talia al Ghul's been ported out.
Warnings: Angst. Potential triggers for parental issues.
Jason didn't usually stay away from his and Talia's shared apartment this long. Usually he flitted between it, his headquarters, and his old apartment in sector 9, but it'd been almost a week when he ducked in through the front door, his face covered in more bruises and blood than he'd had in a while. Still, a bad feeling had settled low in his gut a while ago, but he figured it was due to being punched in the solar plexus, rather than some indicator of trouble. When he turned and locked the door behind him, the burning in his stomach multiplied, spreading up into his chest.
"Talia?" His voice echoed in the empty apartment as his eyebrows knitted together. No.
He'd seen this all play out before, coming back to an empty home, with someone he loved gone. No. This wasn't happening, not again.
Today his dad had told him they'd finally get a chance to sit down and talk like a real father and son, like his dad had never really done before. They would talk and maybe go get some chillidogs and everything would be perfect. Jason could hardly help himself as he bounded up the stairs to their apartment building, a backpack slung over his shoulder full of books. With a burst, he burst into his family's apartment, grin spread so wide it hurt.
"Dad?" he called as he carefully set down his bag and scurried along to his parents' room. "Dad?"
Empty.
"Talia." Jason's feet moved without him, the bag on his shoulder slid across his skin and dropped to the floor without his notice. Instead, he hurried down the short hallway to her room, his sneakers squeaking across the tile as he pushed open the door to her room without a moment's hesitation.
The door swung open to show a completely empty room, with nothing to show that anyone had ever lived there. Darting over to her closet, the teenager pulled open doors to reveal another empty space, hollow and raw and ripping into him in ways that he can still remember so clearly he thinks he's back in Gotham for just one moment. When did--- he swiveled about, trying to find a sign of her presence somewhere in the room, but there were none.
Five pairs of tires had earned enough money to pay for his mom's prescription. It would hold off the inevitable just a little longer, give him more time to save her. With cash in hand, he pushed open the door to her room, soft smile pressing hard against his cheeks. There she was, her hair smoothed back away from her forehead, eyes unfocused and vacant, her chest still.
Jason stared at the empty room for a time he couldn't fathom before he sank down against the wall next to the door and began to sob.