Prompt Post - Part Eight [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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“Master Richard,” Alfred said disapprovingly as he tended to his patient. “I know that Master Jason and yourself have had some, shall we say, strenuous disagreements, but were you really obligated to injure him so?”
“You know what he’s capable of, Alfred,” Grayson said from his perch. “Every one of his little ‘visits’ has ended in a high body count.”
“Yes, and you have ensured that this particular visit will end with more happy memories for everyone involved, I’m sure.”
Grayson shook his head, and frowned in confusion. “Truth be told, I didn’t even know he’d go down so quickly. We’ve fought each other loads of times, Alfred. That’s what makes fighting him difficult-we know each other’s moves by now. He should have blocked that easily.”
“As I’m sure you can explain to him when he wakes up, providing he will have the patience to entertain your assumptions,” Alfred said. He gave a small sigh-a cataclysmic sign from one who always seemed to be so calm. “Not that I would ever believe such a thing to be possible.”
They both turned their attention back on Jason. Then, as if on cue, his eyes opened.
He looked at Alfred for a brief moment, and then at Grayson. Both unmasked, eyes no longer obscured by white lenses.
And in his eyes, Grayson saw something. A shard of truth, but it was gone before he could reach it.
Because Jason’s eyes…those weren’t Jason’s eyes, were they? It was like Grayson was looking at them from a different angle, vision tilted and tinted.
But that wasn’t right…it wasn’t possible.
But Jason seemed to have realized something. “Oh,” he said, a familiar smirk making its way across his face. “That explains a lot.”
Then Jason started laughing, volume becoming quieter as his eyes fluttered close. Was he-was he really going to sleep? Here? Now? But perhaps the injury and the meds going through his system were leaving him little choice.
“May I ask, Master Jason,” Alfred said, looking concernedly at the wayward ex-Robin, “what you find so amusing?”
“You,” Jason said, his voice barely above a whisper. “You and the other pretender over there. Because when the real Nightwing gets here, bringing Tundra and Shrike in tow-they’re going to kick your ass.”
It wasn’t a threat. It wasn’t even a taunt. It was just a simple observation.
And, somehow, that was more unnerving than anything else that had happened that day.
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