DCU Fanfic: Broken Trust
Title: Broken Trust
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Jason, Dick, Tim
Pairing(s): N/A
Word Count: 334
Genre: horror/tragedy
Rating: PG-13/T
Notes: ;-;! I didn't want to write this. I had choices, but Jason!muse spoke up. He was feeling sadistic. Robins suffer as a result. Death fic. (I also blame the end of Battle for the Cowl #1 for some of this. I was influenced.) No beta.
Link: N/A
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It was all going according plan. They would never know what hit them. Batman was gone, and the only way Jason would ever be able to get the title would be to get rid of competition. Dick and Tim were the competition. He just needed to gain their trust.
That had been a hard task. It required him to lock up his guns for months, so he could prove he wasn't killing. After that, it hadn't been cake walk necessarily, but it had been a lot easier than he thought. With Bruce dead, Dick and Tim were trying to keep what was left of the Batclan together.
The not killing was the hardest part, if he really thought about it. All that scum around him, and he had to leave them alive and well, so they could be escorted to prison or Arkham. Really, the hardest task, which may have been the nail in Dick's and Tim's coffins, was going easy on the Joker when he escaped. Jason didn't beat him within an inch of his life, handing him over to Dick without even gritting his teeth.
That had cinched it. That was why he was covered in Tim's blood. He had taken down the kid first in a hard and bloody fight, knowing the effect it would have on Dick. When Jason approached Dick, he tossed Tim's cold and lifeless body at Dick's feet.
Without his mask on, Dick's emotions were clear on his face. His face crumpled as he cradled Tim's dead body in his arms, blood staining his shirt. Jason rolled his eyes at the predictable reaction before cocking his gun and firing a bullet right in Dick's head. Blood splattered everywhere as Dick fell forward, dead before he hit the ground.
Dick's blood pooled on the ground and mingled with Tim's as Jason holstered his gun. The job was done. Batman was his. Time to get to get to work, he thought as he turned to leave for the Batcave.
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Jason, Dick, Tim
Pairing(s): N/A
Word Count: 334
Genre: horror/tragedy
Rating: PG-13/T
Notes: ;-;! I didn't want to write this. I had choices, but Jason!muse spoke up. He was feeling sadistic. Robins suffer as a result. Death fic. (I also blame the end of Battle for the Cowl #1 for some of this. I was influenced.) No beta.
Link: N/A
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It was all going according plan. They would never know what hit them. Batman was gone, and the only way Jason would ever be able to get the title would be to get rid of competition. Dick and Tim were the competition. He just needed to gain their trust.
That had been a hard task. It required him to lock up his guns for months, so he could prove he wasn't killing. After that, it hadn't been cake walk necessarily, but it had been a lot easier than he thought. With Bruce dead, Dick and Tim were trying to keep what was left of the Batclan together.
The not killing was the hardest part, if he really thought about it. All that scum around him, and he had to leave them alive and well, so they could be escorted to prison or Arkham. Really, the hardest task, which may have been the nail in Dick's and Tim's coffins, was going easy on the Joker when he escaped. Jason didn't beat him within an inch of his life, handing him over to Dick without even gritting his teeth.
That had cinched it. That was why he was covered in Tim's blood. He had taken down the kid first in a hard and bloody fight, knowing the effect it would have on Dick. When Jason approached Dick, he tossed Tim's cold and lifeless body at Dick's feet.
Without his mask on, Dick's emotions were clear on his face. His face crumpled as he cradled Tim's dead body in his arms, blood staining his shirt. Jason rolled his eyes at the predictable reaction before cocking his gun and firing a bullet right in Dick's head. Blood splattered everywhere as Dick fell forward, dead before he hit the ground.
Dick's blood pooled on the ground and mingled with Tim's as Jason holstered his gun. The job was done. Batman was his. Time to get to get to work, he thought as he turned to leave for the Batcave.