The last weekend of Bartonās Motel in Laconia, New Hampshire. Photos taken during their final liquidation sale on November 28th, 2020. Demolition will begin this week. (1/2)
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Getting dosed with Fear Toxin is something that is commonplace among the Bats, especially afters all their years of defending Gotham in the dead of night. Itās the reason why the Medbay cots have restraints attached to them, and indirect cause of so many scratches and indentations in the Cave. Itās the only thing other than sleep that can make them relive all their past traumas so viciously and wholly, be it falls, gunshots, deaths.
But for all its commonality, none of them have ever seen Jason Todd high on the toxin. And when they finally do, itās not something they ever wish to experience again, for secrets have a funny way of bleeding out when there are tears in your eyes and your throat has gone raw.Ā
It begins as a normal Friday night: an Arkham breakout.Ā
Such a mess warrants anĀ āall hands on deckā response, which is how Jason finds himself hopping rooftops with Robin nipping at his heels. Batman and Nightwing are already on the scene, putting out proverbial fires as they come, and the rest of them have been tasked with rounding up all the missing convicts.Ā
āI have three here,ā Spoiler chirps, oddly cheerful for someone dealing with escaped prisoners. Jason momentarily wonders how she does it, so consistently and with so much...emphasis. āAll subdued, and waiting on cops.ā
āI have six by Ginaās Pizzeria on Fifth Avenue, waiting on cops,ā Red Robin reports, sounding sluggish.Ā āThey just had to pick an off day to break out of Arkham, huh?āĀ
āEveryday is an off day for you, RR,ā Nightwing supplies helpfully, coupled with the background noises of a body hitting the ground. There is a shout somewhere. āAt least today wasnāt an especially off day.ā
āOh, you say that now, but you shouldāve seen him this morning,ā Signal mutters, and Jasonās lips quirk up at the disgruntled tone. He loves team-ups on Tim. āHe put salt in my tea. What kind of heathen does that to a manās tea?āĀ
āBlasphemy,ā Steph fake-gasps. In her distance, they can all hear sirens approaching.Ā
āElectric chair for the not-so-baby bat,ā Jason chimes in.Ā āSalt infractions are punishable by death in good olā Gotham.ā
āGot any pointers?ā Tim asks, none too gently. Theyāre still working past their bloodied memories, and Jason can accept it for what it is. While he spent time with Damian and Duke, sometimes Steph and Cass, Tim isnāt in Gotham enough for them to try and mend bridges.Ā
And Jason, truth be told, isnāt sure if heād want to. Dick and Tim are different from the others, a reminder of the dark stain in their familyās history that they all created together, willingly or not. And while some things can be put behind them, Jason is a sore reminder of everything they all so desperately tried to ignore in favour of the good.Ā
āYeah. Cremation,ā he veers to the left, finally spotting the man he and Damian had been chasing down for a solid seven blocks.Ā āVery helpful in preventing zombies.ā
āHood,ā Batman admonishes, but its softened around the edges in a way that indicates the old man is amused. Jason pretends to doesnāt warm him inside-out, to hear that soft adoration even now after years of fighting. To know he can still do that, pull that affection from the Dark Knight himself.Ā Ā
āEyes on Scarecrow,ā Damian interrupts.Ā āAnd if you intend on dying, Red Robin, do hurry. And make sure to make a spectacle of it.ā
Jason lets loose a short laugh and cuts his comm before Tim can cuss them off, reaching over to ruffle Damianās hair in appreciation. The two of them, surprisingly, have gotten closer since Damianās unscheduled visit with his mother. After Damian had trailed Selina and Bruce, and Taliaās āduelā with the Cat, the heiress had called Jason and pulled a promise to take care of Damian from him.Ā
And he intends to keep it.
Jason gets a half-smile as a reward for the ribbing of their mutually ādislikedā brother, and there is a few heartbeats of peace before all goes wrong.
In hindsight, they probably shouldnāt have let their guards down so close to a recurring villain. And as the older brother in the equation, he definitely shouldāve been on top of everything as soon as they touched down on the ground, but as it stands, Damian is in the direct path of a suddenly thrown canister and thereās no time to pull him out of the way. The motion itself would prove futile if and when the gas releases, which left only one option in Jasonās mind.Ā
Unthinkingly, he throws himself between the canister of Fear Toxin and Damian with his back to Scarecrow, shoving the boy backwards only a few seconds before he hears the telltale hiss of the gas infiltrating the air and, subsequently, his mask.Ā
To his credit, Damian doesnāt even hesitate before shielding his face, eyes wide behind the white-out lenses of the mask with what he thinks to be realization. Jason grits his teeth against the shivers already beginning to make their way up and down his spine, and is barely able to catch Damian calling for aid.
āā¦ood? Hood!āĀ
Somewhere behind them there is motion as Cassandra lands and sends Scarecrow flying into a pile of crates. How she got there so fast, Jason isnāt sure, but the world is beginning to spin and there are embers in the corners of his eyes and fuck. Everything begins to smell like ashes and blood, and he can somehow taste betrayal on his tongue.Ā
āHood!ā Damian shouts again, and when this is all over Jason will resent the clear fear in his voice. Itās so, so easy to forget how young the boy is, but in times like thisā¦times like this, Jason wishes he could forget. Wishes Damian didnāt have to be out here with the rest of them.
His knees hit the ground the same moment he feels his fingers begin to bleed, callused skin splitting open in the face of persistent abuse. He thought he was sure that his hands were fine, but the panic inlaid in his mind overrides any sense of logic as he curls in on himself, deadly intent focused on not alarming Damian any further.Ā
āā¦Father! Father, he was hit with Fear TāāĀ
Father?
And just like that, Jason is fifteen all over again and screaming and locked in a coffin with nothing but the blood on his skin and the belt around his hips.Ā He doesnāt register anything other than a concerned murmur before his mind breaks from the intense pressure of fragmented memories; already a fragile thing, the imposed trauma rips through him with the subtlety of a bomb going off.Ā
Shoulders bent, his fingers scrape against what he thinks to be the coffinās lid in a desperate attempt to find purchase, instead only managing to amplify the pain in his fingers. The wet touch of fresh blood does nothing to deter him, and itās with near inhuman strength that he pushes off whoever is trying to hold him down.
It was Cass, heāll later find out, as Bruce looks through his pockets, desperately, for their latest strain of the antidote. Tim, Steph, Duke, and Dick had stayed behind to deal with the Arkham mess, and the comms were off for a thin veneer of privacy.Ā
(Nobody wants to know his demons, because his demons were so staunch with blood and sacrifice that it would horrify even the most seasoned of heroes.)
Someone manages to take off his leather jacket, he thinks, because he can feel the cool touch of a cape against the nape of his neck but all he can think is heās trapped, heās dead, heās lost, he needsā
āDad!ā Jason sobs, voice cracking in panic. Heās trapped in a coffin. Heās stuck with the Joker and a traitor and in a foreign country.Ā āDad, Dad Iām here! Iām in here! Please, Iām scared, Iām scaredā¦āĀ
Damian freezes in both shock and what he perceives to be dismay, and next to him Cass frowns in worry. But both of them have nothing on Bruce, who sucks in a breath so sharp it could slice his throat open, lips parting around a single utterance ofĀ āsonā.Ā
Jason hasnāt called BruceĀ ādadā since coming back from the grave. But this, right nowā¦heād somehow forgotten how many times heād screamedĀ āDadā between climbing out of that damned coffin and the fatal car crash that would steal his memories from him.Ā
āPlease please please please,ā Jason chants, and the syllables crash into each other like waves against an outcrop of rocks, so similar to the man himself.Ā āB-Bruce where are you? I donāt wanna be stuck in here I donāt!āĀ
They jerk with the effort it takes to keep the second Robin stationary; Jason is nearly Bruceās size, and itās no easy feat, keeping him down. Not with the shock flowing through them over seeing their most steadfast so thoroughly dismantled.Ā
āIām sorry about Shelia!ā Jason yells, a vain effort to get someone, anyone, to listen.Ā āI...I donāt...all Iāve ever needed was you, Dad, please, Iām sorry...ā
āJason,ā Bruce whispers, so soft, so scared. This is a display of all the trauma that stood between them, an open sea of all the times Bruce has failed his second-born. A sea so violent that it drowns both of them whenever they brave it, takes them into its darkness before spitting out even hollower versions of the men who went down under.
But not this time.Ā
Bruce takes off his belt determinedly and hands it to Cass, a pointed look instructing her to keep searching for the antidote. Jason continues to thrash and cry so openly, carving whole pieces of Bruce out and setting them aflame right there at their feet. This is the closest heās gotten to the truth about Jasonās rebirth in all their years, and so desperately he wishes it could be different. Wishes it was Jason sharing this willingly, in an effort to mend, an effort to move forward.
But wishes are for men who have time and right now, Bruce has none.
Ignoring the flailing limbs as best he could, Bruce gathers Jason in his arms, softly shushing the boy and beginning to rock him the same way he had done years ago, after every nightmare filled with memories of a broken home. Jason shudders against him, still sobbing brokenly about how badly he hurt, and Bruceā¦
Bruce feels a bloodlust so vicious he can feel it pushes against the seams of his skin, his soul, and if the Joker had been anywhere near him, Bruce would rip the flesh off his bones with nothing but his teeth and anger. Not even the Gods themselves couldāve stopped the man from tearing apart the Clown Prince limb from limb, from a death so brutal there would be nothing left for the Underworld to punish.Ā
āBruce,ā Jason whimpers, and somewhere in his toxin-addled brain, there is a pause in the onslaught. He recognizes the arms holding him close, recognizes the tenor of the voice humming to him, recognizes the lips that press a gentle kiss to his hairline. āB, you came. PapĆ”...ā
And through his own budding tears at the call in Jasonās mother-tongue, Bruce says,Ā āalways. Iāll always come.Ā No oneās going to hurt you. Not anymore, chum.āĀ
āI was so scared,ā Jason blubbers, but through the tears staining his cheeks, there is an attempt at a smile; it takes Bruceās heart in its grasp and squeezes and squeezes and squeezes until heās sure thereās nothing left in its hold. How dearly he loves this boy. āBut Iā¦I knew youād come. I always knew.ā
And thereās the flash of the Robin who thought Bruce held the world in his hands, is a God, is a good man. There is the Robin--the Jason--who believed in Bruce. In his father.Ā
Bruce aches with a fierce love, and a longing for a bridge thatās barely there.Ā
Suddenly, Jason goes slack, his eyes rolling back in his head as the boy is finally given the sweetness of unconsciousness. Bruce startles badly, and glances to the side to find Cassandra holding an empty syringe with a sympathetic smile on her face.Ā
āCan weā¦take him home now?ā She asks, and he knows the two siblings have their differences but they are bonded by family and she loves him, in a way, and it shows by how softly she strokes his matted hair now.Ā
Bruce gives her a tired smile, arms full of his lost son.Ā
shameful crushes is like..... y memoir title. one specific who a lot of people dont know about is brad pitt in his role in inglorious basterds. like he just..... 17yo beth felt things for him ://
ā¦ā¦ beth⦠im- he looks like that rich dad who secretly hates his wifeĀ
tell me on anon the most shameful celebrity ur attracted to
these are all going to be marvel related because im thinking about comicbooks At the moment
š„ i genuinely do not care for emma fr*st in the slightest and i dont understand why she has such a big fanbase on here. andĀ ātop class breedingā sounds like a white supremacy slogan or something
š„ related to the last one but people who ship jean/emma more than jean/ororo..... wack. jean/roro is lterly god tier if you dont ship jean/ororo more than jean/emma im sorry to reportt your third eye is permanently closed theres nothing we can do
š„ also sort of related but like literaly the best xmen character of like. tHe main core teams is ororo munroe she deserves the spotlight that wolverine has in popular media. youknow?
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