#reserurected

‘Stupid Humans!’ A gruff voice sounded in his mind.

The book fell from his hands as he reached for the secretly placed gun on his person. His eyes scanned his surrounding but came up with moot.

“I must be hearing things,” he muttered.

He tried to focus his mind trying to find where the voice had come from, that’s when he heard it.

“An idiotic species in my opinion, always littering here and there completely inconsiderate-” the same gruff voice ranted and Jason paled.

He turned towards the tree he was just leaning on.“The tree fucking talked,” came his hoarse whisper.

“Don’t be ridiculous human, trees don’t have mouths. We can’t talk.”

Jason didn’t know what to do he was losing his mind and simply was holding a gun to a tree.

“Go ahead shoot me. Prove me right.”

He couldn’t believe himself, he was being taunted by a fucking tree. Many rude comments and an explicit conversation later Jason had come to understand what was going on. He could telepathically communicate with plants, he could hear their thoughts. Once he even heard a vine judging this passing lady’s outfit. He slowly gained better control and began to use it more often.

He had been pretty secretive about it but Damian had been the one to catch him, of course, the entire Batfam had eventually found out and continued to bug him for details. They asked things like… does that ficus hate me? Or does that flower think I look fat? Bruce was the one to point out that Jason’s eyes turn a bright green when strongly concentrating on communicating or listening to the plants.

That was almost a year and a half ago, currently, Tim and Jason were trekking through Brazil trying to track down Harley Quinn. The pair had been searching day and night for the past two days. The sun was out and it was scorching.

“Can’t you, like, talk to the plants to ask where she went?” Tim suggested as they stopped for a moment.

“I’m a meta, not a fucking fairy, Tim.” Jason retorted pulling his glove from his hand. He had found that physical contact helped to focus better.

“I don’t talk to plants!” Jason added after.

And it was true Jay wasn’t talking he was telepathically holding a conversation out of thought through his mind. There was no speaking involved.

“Oh yeah? And what do you call what you’re doing right now?” Tim bit sassily.

God, that replacement infuriated Jay sometimes. Like he has a clue as to the huge blabber mouth this tree seemed to be. His extra chatter was unnecessary.

“I call it 'shut the fuck up so I can concentrate’,” Jay huffed aggressively.

One could almost hear the smirk on Tim’s face. Jason’s mind began to clear as he focused in on the tree, Tim could see his eyes illuminating in that bright neon green color.With a start, Jason drops his hand from the trunk and his eyes return to their natural blue-grey state.

“They say she’s heading to Rio de Janeiro,” he shares pulling his glove on.

“I thought you said they don’t talk.” Tim poked.