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It wasnβt his first time in Gotham, but it was his first time as Arsenal instead of Speedy. This time he wasnβt a sidekick, he was there working his own cases. He was crouched looking at a crime scene in detail when he realized he wasnβt alone.
βNot looking for a fight tonight, some come on out,β Roy told the shadows around him as he stood up and reached for his bow just in case.
Thereβs the sound of movement in the rafters directly above him as a body stretches out almost lazily. βCurious place to be if youβre not looking to fight, and especially if youβre dressed like that.β
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Jason noticed the difference immediately with his magic, waking up and blinking a few times as he stared at Roy. The archer had sat up and was sitting on the edge of the bed panicking.
βYouβre safe here,β Jason told him immediately, just to ease his mind, reaching for Rose on his other side to wake her.
βThe last time I was hereββ
βMerlyn is gone,β Jason assured him quietly. βIβm assuming anons swapped you again, are things okay in your world? Is he safe?β
Roy sighed, shoulders slumped a bit, tapping the fingers of his prosthetic against his knee. βRelatively, but this is really bad timing. My husband just went through something, and he needs me.β
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that dude with the red bow.
So the world had almost ended (again). The creepy light that'd filled up the sky for the past 3 hours faded & Batman had sent an "All Clear" over the comms (which she & Jason would never admit made them feel a thousand times better about the whole thing). But there was still a shit ton of rubble strewn everywhere from all the previous chaos, plus several dead aliens & sirens blaring...
It wasn't anything Jayn wasn't used to. The relief, wanting to drop onto the floor in a ball & cry before going directly home for a good shower & IMMEDIATE BEDTIME--yeah, normal. That happened every time things got out of hand on patrol. But she had to be a big girl & help the authorities clean up--after all, she'd signed up for the hero thing a long time ago.
A little kid waved to her, other hand clasped tightly by their parent. Jayn managed a (TIRED) smile & waved back, then cracked her back once the family walked inside. She looked around & was surprised to see someone who looked familiar.
"Hey! Redhead in the...red. Do I know you?" she called, from a few yards away. She wasn't a vigilante who usually left Gotham (at least, not since she'd returned to the city 2 years before), but she also didn't look anything like the aliens who'd just tried to invade. Hopefully, the person wasn't so spooked or confused that he took her for an enemy.
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Once Jason had went through the portal and made it into his apartment he took another shower, changed into pajamas, and then lay on his couch. He stared up at the ceiling as he felt like he was suffocating in the quiet of his empty apartment.
He took out his phone and dialed a number that in this world didnt go straight to voicemail like he was used to. Instead someone answered to which he responded "Sorry, wrong number.." then hung up and tossed his phone aside.
Only then after reminding himself he was completely alone, he curled up on the couch and fell asleep. He wanted to cry, desperately, but he had lost the ability to a long time ago.