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“Nightwing. Dick. Answer me. Where are you?” Bruce’s tone was urgent and firm as he spoke into the communicator, sprinting across a rooftop. He’d been attempting to reach the younger man for the past thirty minutes, and with every passing moment - grew more tense.  

It had been hard those first few weeks. Waking up confused and afraid, lying in a hospital bed. Unsure of who he even was. The doctors had been kind, but almost in a forced manner, as though they’d do all they could to keep him complacent, and he couldn’t understand why. Jay was the name he had chosen in those days, just Jay. It had been much later that the memories had started to trickle back. He hadn’t known what to do with it- who could he be if not the Joker? And yet- he knew he couldn’t go back. And so he’d bought a gun, and come to the centre of the city to use it on himself.

He could still taste it when he smiled.

He’d found a job. An apartment. He was happy enough. The nightmares would come frequently, the panic attacks. The hallucinations were still there. His doctor had said he was a paranoid schizophrenic, and the medicine was at least helping.

Humming quietly to himself, Jay set to work chopping a section of beef off the meet racks, glancing up as the bell to the shop rang.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Part of the unwritten job requirements to be the Wayne Household’s Family Butler was that you always needed to be prepared for anything, and be able to recover when anything came knocking.

Fortunately, Alfred had been a Butler for a very long time.

Meme || Accepting

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“Shit!” she yelled as the bullet pierced her upper arm. The first though that entered her mind was dad’s going to kill me! and the second was Shit Grayson’s gonna want to help! She didn’t want his help. She probably needed it, and there was no way he would let her refuse it. She knew for sure one of her  must’ve relatives told him to follow her. No doubt Lawson had snitched on her. She grabbed her own gun with her good arm, and shot the man in the hand forcing him to drop his gun. She then shot him in each of his legs. 

“I don’t need your help Nightwing.”