DCU Fanfic: The Broken Bats
Title: The Broken Bats
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Jason, Dick, mentions of Bruce and Alfred
Pairing(s): N/A
Word Count: 700
Genre: general/family
Rating: PG/K+
Notes: Written for pervyficgirl for my Insta-Meme. She gave me 'chin up, soldier.' I turned into an AU where Jason lives. I have a lovely mind. AU where Jason lives and had to deal with the events of Knightfall. Bruce is broken. Jason is just on the mend. What does Gotham need with a broken Batman and Robin? Luckily, Nightwing comes to help. (Ugh, Timmy!muse wants in on this universe. I'll consider writing more if someone gives me a good idea for a 'verse name.)
Link: N/A
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He had only started getting his body fit enough to be Robin again, after recovering from all those injuries that the crowbar had done. Luckily, none of it had been permanent, thankfully, but only a few weeks after training so he could patrol again, things happened so fast. Jason had to help Alfred bring Batman into the manor after a vicious night, and after that Bruce said to call Dick in his delirium.
Jason started to worry then called Dick, actually getting worried. Then, Alfred found Bruce passed out on the stairs. Jason was starting to believe his come back as Robin wouldn't be as great as he was hoping. Without Batman, what was he going to do? Sure, he could patrol himself, but there was no way Bruce would allow it yet. Bruce may be on bed rest, but he would sic Alfred on him in a second. There was only so many disapproving looks one Jason could take before just doing as Alfred said.
It took Dick a few days to come home, but by then, things had already gone to hell, even worse than it had been. Bane had broken into the manor, on a night where had Bruce had allowed him a small patrol on his own. Jason had been ecstatic, until he returned home to find Alfred beaten up telling him what happened, that Bane had attacked Bruce in the manor. After that, the few days before Dick returned to Gotham were a blur.
With Bruce laid up in his bed, Jason stayed in the Batcave, training harder. He couldn't go upstairs and face Bruce. He hadn't been home when he needed Jason the most. Not there was really anything he could have done against Bane, but he could have done something. The cave was silent. Even the bats were chattering less. Jason just threw himself into training, so he didn't hear Dick come in.
"Hey, Little Wing," he greeted with a smile before frowning. "You going to explain what's going on?"
Jason jumped down from the balance beam he had been practicing on; his acrobatics were never as good as Dick's or even Bruce's. "You might want to sit down..." Jason started.
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Dick sat quietly for a while, and Jason was worried how Dick would take the news. “I'll be back,” he said quietly as he stood, heading for the stairs.
Jason growled to himself as he moved to the weights. He kept doing reps until Dick came back almost an hour later. Jason ignored him, continuing to lift up the weights, even though his arms couldn't really take much more lifting. Dick pulled the weights from Jason's hands who just tilted his head back to glare at Dick.
“Chin up, little wing,” he said with a sad excuse of a smile as he set down the weights.
Jason rolled his eyes as he sat up and moved to stand in front of Dick. “Dick, stop pretending you're taking this any better than I am,” Jason stated angrily, arms crossed. “You're just as fucked up that Batman is broken as I am.”
Dick frowned at Jason. “Maybe, but Gotham still needs us.”
“No, Gotham needs Batman and Robin,” he bit out bitterly. “A Batman and Robin who aren't broken.”
“Gotham will just have to settle for Nightwing and Robin, for now,” Dick stated he pushed Jason toward the showers. “I'll go out tonight. We'll train some more when you haven't run your arms ragged.”
Jason glared as he started to strip off his training clothes. “You're not Batman. I don't take orders from you.”
Dick rolled his eyes. “For now, you will.” He paused before Jason slipped into the shower room. “Maybe I can help you get back into shape a bit quicker, too. What do you think?”
Jason stopped before taking off his sweat pants and tossing them at Dick. “The faster I'm really back on the streets, the better,” he stated then disappeared into showers.
As the water started running, Dick smiled a bit before turning to the bat computers to find out where he should start with patrol.
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Jason, Dick, mentions of Bruce and Alfred
Pairing(s): N/A
Word Count: 700
Genre: general/family
Rating: PG/K+
Notes: Written for pervyficgirl for my Insta-Meme. She gave me 'chin up, soldier.' I turned into an AU where Jason lives. I have a lovely mind. AU where Jason lives and had to deal with the events of Knightfall. Bruce is broken. Jason is just on the mend. What does Gotham need with a broken Batman and Robin? Luckily, Nightwing comes to help. (Ugh, Timmy!muse wants in on this universe. I'll consider writing more if someone gives me a good idea for a 'verse name.)
Link: N/A
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He had only started getting his body fit enough to be Robin again, after recovering from all those injuries that the crowbar had done. Luckily, none of it had been permanent, thankfully, but only a few weeks after training so he could patrol again, things happened so fast. Jason had to help Alfred bring Batman into the manor after a vicious night, and after that Bruce said to call Dick in his delirium.
Jason started to worry then called Dick, actually getting worried. Then, Alfred found Bruce passed out on the stairs. Jason was starting to believe his come back as Robin wouldn't be as great as he was hoping. Without Batman, what was he going to do? Sure, he could patrol himself, but there was no way Bruce would allow it yet. Bruce may be on bed rest, but he would sic Alfred on him in a second. There was only so many disapproving looks one Jason could take before just doing as Alfred said.
It took Dick a few days to come home, but by then, things had already gone to hell, even worse than it had been. Bane had broken into the manor, on a night where had Bruce had allowed him a small patrol on his own. Jason had been ecstatic, until he returned home to find Alfred beaten up telling him what happened, that Bane had attacked Bruce in the manor. After that, the few days before Dick returned to Gotham were a blur.
With Bruce laid up in his bed, Jason stayed in the Batcave, training harder. He couldn't go upstairs and face Bruce. He hadn't been home when he needed Jason the most. Not there was really anything he could have done against Bane, but he could have done something. The cave was silent. Even the bats were chattering less. Jason just threw himself into training, so he didn't hear Dick come in.
"Hey, Little Wing," he greeted with a smile before frowning. "You going to explain what's going on?"
Jason jumped down from the balance beam he had been practicing on; his acrobatics were never as good as Dick's or even Bruce's. "You might want to sit down..." Jason started.
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Dick sat quietly for a while, and Jason was worried how Dick would take the news. “I'll be back,” he said quietly as he stood, heading for the stairs.
Jason growled to himself as he moved to the weights. He kept doing reps until Dick came back almost an hour later. Jason ignored him, continuing to lift up the weights, even though his arms couldn't really take much more lifting. Dick pulled the weights from Jason's hands who just tilted his head back to glare at Dick.
“Chin up, little wing,” he said with a sad excuse of a smile as he set down the weights.
Jason rolled his eyes as he sat up and moved to stand in front of Dick. “Dick, stop pretending you're taking this any better than I am,” Jason stated angrily, arms crossed. “You're just as fucked up that Batman is broken as I am.”
Dick frowned at Jason. “Maybe, but Gotham still needs us.”
“No, Gotham needs Batman and Robin,” he bit out bitterly. “A Batman and Robin who aren't broken.”
“Gotham will just have to settle for Nightwing and Robin, for now,” Dick stated he pushed Jason toward the showers. “I'll go out tonight. We'll train some more when you haven't run your arms ragged.”
Jason glared as he started to strip off his training clothes. “You're not Batman. I don't take orders from you.”
Dick rolled his eyes. “For now, you will.” He paused before Jason slipped into the shower room. “Maybe I can help you get back into shape a bit quicker, too. What do you think?”
Jason stopped before taking off his sweat pants and tossing them at Dick. “The faster I'm really back on the streets, the better,” he stated then disappeared into showers.
As the water started running, Dick smiled a bit before turning to the bat computers to find out where he should start with patrol.