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wndflowers​:

          ‘  it’s  a  bold  move  on  their  part  .   that’s  why  i  always  say  to  literally  stick  it  to  the  man  .  ’    because  FUCK  men   (  white  ones  in  particular  )  ,   EAT  the  rich  ,   and  give  everything  to  the  people  who  treat  the  planet  correctly  .   that’s  basically  her  motto  and  that  wasn’t  going  to  change  anytime  soon  .    ‘  hi  ,   little  thing  -  ’   pamela  says  as  she  runs  over  to  the  plant  ,   green  hands  going  to  cup  it  and  helping  it  grow  just  a  bit  more  .  

“Good motto to live by.” Jason has always been the type to stand up to authority. He didn’t care who they are. Especially when it comes to political or law enforcement. He might always have an issue with the rich — an old bitterness as he remembers that they won’t save anyone except themselves. It shouldn’t be like that. Jason stands guard while Pamela tends to the planet. He might not know how to take care of plants but can make sure nobody bothers her while she protects the one they’ve found among tragedy.

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sxperboys​:

location; nyc streets

status; open! (@rewrittenstart)

jon always tried to remain optimistic, his parents had taught him from an early age to always face everything with the best attitude possible, but this situation was clearly bumming him out. new york was incredibly overwhelming, even more so than gotham which he had grown slightly accustomed to (he would never be fully at home in that cold city, never), forcing him to tune out his super hearing. “seriously, how many cats need saving in this city?” he mumbled to himself, not really expecting anyone to hear him. he was glad he had a better hold of his powers now, a few years ago this situation would’ve lead to a very explosive sensory overload, and now he could at least tune his hearing out. it made him feel guilty though, knowing any serious situation could pop up in a minute. “i don’t know what to do,” he huffed a little to loudly, possibly catching the attention of someone near him.

“Far too many.” Jason mumbles in response. He knows that this isn’t really his place to be listening in on what Jon was saying. It seems to be more like the boy was thinking out loud but it seemed okay to answer his question. The whole situation is innocent enough. Although refusing cats isn’t usually on his list of things to do but Jason also never leaves an animal behind if he comes across one on any of his missions. “Although there’s crime everywhere in this city. It’s just as bad as Gotham.”  It’s just that the villains were different and the atmosphere wasn’t as gloomy. He misses the comfort of the familiar but there’s nothing that can be done about that now. The second oldest Wayne child just sighs. He hates this place mostly. “If you want advice or whatever then I don’t mind listening. What’s wrong, kid?”

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RED HOOD #51 VARIANT COVER by Kael Ngu

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STATUS: closed starter for bruce wayne WHEN: april twenty-seventh, the anniversary of jason’s death WHERE: the penthouse

Laughter echos through the penthouse. It leaves Jason frozen in place just staring down the hall. One of the doorways remained open and light from inside the space spills out into the darkness. He tenses up, fingers gripping tightly onto the armrest of the couch. This time of year is really hard for him and since he’s off his meds . . . it was better to stay with his father for a few days. He didn’t realize how bad his mind has gotten until seeing a silhouette of the clown in the light and he sees himself too, only for a moment. The laughter continues and only getting louder. He can see the outline of a crowbar lifted up and hitting him right in the spine. This memory will always be so vivid that it only makes sense for his madness to use the tragedy for his hallucinations. How cruel to think your murderer is in the apartment with you. Jason knows this isn’t real but that doesn’t make it any less difficult. This is the anniversary of his death and so a few tears fall down his cheeks while he’s watching the shadows reenact his demise. He seems to have lost track of time. Only breaking out of it when Darcy sits in front of Jason, resting his head on his knees while looking up at him with concern. It takes a few minutes but it’s quiet again in the apartment and the clown is gone. He’ll cherish the peace while it lasts.

This day is hard on his family too, especially for Bruce. He didn’t see him standing there, not sure how much of his episode he saw. He was too busy leaning forward with his head pressed into his dog’s fur to notice anyone else was actually in the room just yet. It takes some time before looking up finally when feeling more calm. “Dad? I don’t want to be alone right now . . . will you sit with me?” No patrol tonight, just staying where he’s safe and nothing can hurt him. The other side of the couch is free and spending some time together will do them both some good considering what happened around on this day when Jason was only fifteen.  Maybe they can watch a movie or something.

“Remember when you used to read to me? I never told you this but those moments were my favorite. I would always eat an extra serving of vegetables at dinner so Alfred wouldn’t bother us.” Truthfully it all meant more to Jason than any outing as Robin. He’s being sentimental tonight but he deserves to be vulnerable considering what today means.

[ @saviormonster​ ]

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mountebanks​:

                    𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊  𝐇𝐀𝐒  𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘  𝐎𝐅  𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  with  silently  falling  apart.  performing  is  in  his  blood,  an  art  that  he  has  taught  to  others  -  a  sharp  pang  in  his  chest  follows  the  memory  of  standing  with  jason  at  galas  before  his  murder,  showing  him  how  to  lie  his  way  out  of  small  talk,  to  use  his  youth  to  his  advantage  with  wide  eyes  and  occasional  false  tears.  but  it’s  more  than  that,  truthfully.  dick  has  a  series  of  masks,  little  shifts,  less  jarring  than  bruce’s  personas,  harder  to  detect  and  strikingly  effective.  he  uses  them  to  conceal  weaknesses.  he  uses  them  to  conceal  himself.  

                    𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒  as  he  drops  lightly  down  from  the  roof,  bright  blue  stripes  on  his  suit  burning  in  the  night.  eyes  glitter  behind  his  domino  mask  as  he  makes  the  easy  switch  from  nightwing  to  older  brother,  seriousness  softening,  stiffness  hidden.  he  watches  jason  beat  on  the  criminal  for  a  moment,  then  says  quietly,  voice  warm,  “  and  here  i  thought  i  was  gonna  have  to  pick  a  fight  …  looks  like  hood’s  already  on  it,  huh  ?  “

(  for  @exhumcd​.  )

There’s never a moment that crosses Jason’s mind where he begins to contemplate if he’s being too harsh with the criminals that plague these streets. New York definitely isn’t Gotham but it sure has just as much crime littering through it. He doesn’t understand how a city filled with so many caped crusaders allows this much scum to still breathe. Jason isn’t killing anyone but that doesn’t mean a few bones aren’t broken to make people talk. It’s just one man, someone who’s been robbing local businesses in the area based off of his research. Considering everything that has happened recently with the Earthquakes, some of the thieves have tried asking advantage of everyone being distracted. Unfortunately for him this isn’t his lucky night. Jason has the man pinned to the ground after a few punches sent the criminal to the ground. Blood dripping down his nose, possibly broken, and several other visible injuries. He tries crawling away and Jason pulls a knife out, about to throw it at him to pin him to the ground underneath their feet. It has been done before but the sound of a familiar voice stops him. He just places a foot on the thief’s back instead and puts the knife away.

“You’re late if you wanted in on this, Nightwing.” It takes one swift kick to the back of the man’s skull to knock him unconscious, perfecting the art of making sure that nobody dies to his blows but will be injured enough the next morning in their jail cell that they’ll think twice about doing their bullshit again. He turns around to look at his brother now, eyes widening underneath a helmet that conceals his identity. His hands pull it off, holding it for a moment as a red domino mask is revealed. White strands of hair fall in his face and blown with the wind. “When did you get here? I’ve been looking for you . . .  searching endlessly.” He hates this place and not knowing where his family is has been devastating for Jason.

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wndflowers​:

         ‘  and  how  has  that  worked  out  for  your  reputation ?  ’    because  like  it  or  not  ,   reputation  matters  thoroughly  -  and  she’s  simply  lucky  that  she’s  the  one  making  or  breaking  them  .    ‘  better  to  be  the  whistleblower  than  the  one  blown  on  .  ’    is  that  a  real  quote ?  even  if  not  ,   she  supposes  there’s  a  reason  why  she’s  a  writer  .   she  is  dating  superman  ,   though  ,   so  THAT  can  get  in  the  way  of  her  being  safe  or  what  not  .    ‘  agreed  .  ’  

“I’ve learned how to put on a performance and make people at those events think I’m charming, so my reputation is fine.  I was kept out of the media during my time of attending them regularly. My older brother usually did the talking.” Jason doesn’t need to get into his reasonings for disliking hanging around wealthy old men, not needing to have his traumas revealed to the world that describe his abandonment. He often was brought home after a few hours by Alfred during those early years. “Good idea.” Jason applauds her really for being the whistleblower. “I’m glad we can agree . . .  if only there was evidence to support this assumption.”

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Lewis Tan + Shoulders Appreciation

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saviormonster​:

bruce has been asked — bruce has himself wondered — if he regrets it. taking in jason. after all the pain it lead to, the too early grave, the violent return. maybe it’s selfish, but he can’t say he does. yes, it’s horribly selfish that he’d rather live in a world where he at least knows jason than one where he never did & somehow jason ended up happier for it. bruce has guilts, bruce has regrets — not being there for jason, not protecting him, not saving him will always be the worst of them. it will always be something that he cannot forgive himself for. but jason is his son. jason is his son, & having him in his life at all will always be a blessing. he could never regret that.

❝ we did, ❞ he says, & he’s a little bit glad that he doesn’t have to hold his gaze anymore, because the twist in his voice is already nearly enough to give him away, & he doesn’t know if he could bear that, right now. ❝ we tore the city apart trying to find you. ❞ he says we like it wasn’t him who had grabbed black mask by the collar, dangled him over the edge of a building, & demanded to know when he’d last dealt with red hood. like it wasn’t him who wouldn’t have dropped him, right, he wouldn’t have, but needed robin’s light hand on his shoulder to pull him back anyways. ❝ i was … ❞ scared, the truth is, but he says, ❝ worried. we all were. ❞

bruce squeezes his eyes shut for a moment when jason steps forwards, achingly still for a moment, & then he wraps his arms around his son, holds him close & refuses to let go. the paranoid part of him that has learned to equate touch with fighting be damned — he just holds him. ❝ it’s definitely not home, ❞ he agrees dryly, because his chest feels too tight to breathe & he needs to say something, something that makes him sound like he’s okay. thank god for the little mercies ; his voice doesn’t break. ❝ of course i will. just get me a list of the doctors you’ve tried already, & i’ll see what i can do from there. ❞ he’s been told that once he truly sets his mind on something he reaches a level of stubbornness that’s nearly unstoppable. he’s setting his mind on this.

Opportunities came in bounty ate getting adopted by Bruce, experiences never available to him finally in his grasp. Jason grew up in crime alley, the absolute worst side of their city. After Willis and Catherine died it felt like the system forgot all about him. He left everything behind, taking only what could be carried in one of his backpacks. He had Sparky at the time at least so living in the streets wasn’t so bad since they always had each other. He remembers sitting in the subway stations holding the old canine in his lap. Nobody gave him any money and just stepped over him without even a glance. He felt invisible most of the time and eventually stopped trying to get any real help. Which is when Jason started turning to the thieving skills taught to him at a young age. This kept him fed. Who knows what would have happened if left in that abandoned building for much longer? What new lows would the boy have reached toward? Bruce taking him in saved him from becoming something worse. He could finally attend school again and eat warm meals. He always tried to make it known how much he appreciated everything Alfred and his father did for him. The poor kid finally got to learn from history and art museums too, always keen on learning something new.

Sometimes Jason hallucinates and sees a younger version of himself . . .  his way of trying to apologize to himself time and time and time again for what happened in that warehouse. He hasn’t done that while on his medication but now his mental state is slipping again without it. He never bothers anyone with any of this but  his father knew about his struggles. One of the few who do outside a close, inner circle. Jason hates being a bother but it was about asking for help for once in his life. “I hope it isn’t strange to admit this but . . .  that makes me feel better knowing you looked for me.” Jason wonders what lengths they all went to in search of him. It wasn’t like him to stay that quiet. “I’m sorry, dad. I don’t like making you worry. I just woke up here with no clue how it happened. I’ve been looking for you too . . . I kept hoping that you’d show up.”

There are  words heavy on his tongue but left unsaid. Did you think I died again? I’d never make you go through that a second time.

Jason doesn’t realize how much the hug is needed until feeling the other’s arms wrap around him. His posture relaxes, a sign of trust, lifting his own arms to hug his father back. He just wants to stay like this for a while — being held by the man who raised him. “There’s just as much crime here as there is back home. We can stay busy until we figure out our situation.” His voice a little muffled while refusing to let go, hiding his face in Bruce’s shoulder for a moment. Jason stays like that until the mention of making a list of all the doctors he has already tried is asked of him. He pulls back a little to look up at Bruce again. “I can do that. I’ll bring it to you tomorrow.  Thank you for helping me because you might have better luck than me in getting someone to cooperate.” This is a piece of vulnerability.  He pulls back from the hug with a smile. “There is one good thing about this place . . . I got a dog. I named him Darcy after the character from my favorite book.” Always fond of Pride and Prejudice over any other novel.

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wndflowers​:

           ‘  then  perhaps  you  should  shut  your  mouth  ,   because  anything  said  around  a  journalist  can  be  twisted  into  a  series  of  stories  .  ’    it  was  what  she  did  best  ,   and  she  gave  no  mercy :   not  even  to  superman  himself  ,   and  she’s  kissed  him  a  few  times !   brow  raises  at  him  ,   lets  her  lip  quirk  up  .   even  new  york  hasn’t  stunted  her  style  -  good  .    ‘  fair  enough  .   and  why’s  that ?   a  bad  past  with  them ?   galas  simply  never  end  well  in  your  story ?  ’     that’s  one  option  ,   she  thinks  .   nods  in  agreement  with  his  statement  .    ‘  absolutely  .   so  you’re  saying  that  there’s  no  possible  way  that  the  events  of  the  gala  could  have  happened  naturally ?  ’  

There’s a hint of laughter leaving his lips, muffled by the sounds of people talking in the distance and moving the debris somewhere safer. “People have been trying to get me to shut my mouth for years. It hasn’t worked yet.” Jason might just be a little too stubborn since that would mean giving people what they want. “I like your style though. Twisting people’s words into stories is a badass way to earn a living.” He wonders what it’s like living life with an occupation that wasn’t so deadly. Jason is one of the best mercenaries around but growing up? He wanted to be an actor . . . but never got the chance to become part of the theatre world. “You could say that. I just don’t like the atmosphere and everyone is always so fake at those kind of things.” Jason sighs as he nudges a piece of rubble with his boot. “I suppose there’s a slim chance that those earthquakes were natural but New York isn’t known for getting them of that magnitude so I’m doubtful.”

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frxzenheart​:

“  it’s  a  blessing  but  a  curse…  ”  the  cat  begins,  gaze  still  fixated  on  the  city  around  them.  new  york  wasn’t  all  that  different,  many  aspects  the  same  but  it’s  no  “  gotham.  ”  so  many  times  selina  wanted  to  escape  the  city,  start  life  anew  with  nothing  but  the  wind  behind  her.  yet,  no  matter  how  many  times  she’d  tried,  she  always  found  herself  back  atop  the  high  rises,  peering  over  the  city  as  if  its  brand  new.  her  interactions  with  jason�� are  limited  but  she’s  heard  plenty  about  the  masked  vigilante,  her  own  life  of  pain  making  her  empathize  with  him.  “  so  enticing  yet  it  holds  so  many  painful  memories.  a  part  of  me  wants  to  hate  it  but  i  know  better  than  that.  ”  is  all  she  says  on  the  matter,  she’s  not  the  one  to  do  the  whole  ‘  talk  about  your  feelings  ’  thing.  with  a  nod,  she  matches  his  grin.  “  sounds  delicious.  count  me  in.  ” 

“No other place like it even if you go searching.” Jason has explored many different cites all around the world but none of them quite compare to the feeling being home gives him. People can say whatever they want about Gotham but it has a way of keeping you around. “Maybe after growing up in crime alley I just find everywhere else to be boring.” If he could survive living on his own there then anything else would be easy to do in comparison. He might not have much experience with Selina but there’s a level of respect there since they have some similar experiences. Why haven’t they bonded sooner? “I think it’s okay to hate parts of the city. I have painful memories too but surprisingly there’s good ones too.” He motions for the other to follow him, feet taking him toward where the motorcycle was parked a block over. Jason hops on and hands the helmet to Selina to use. He’ll be fine without one. “If I drive fast are you cool with it?” People drive at too much of a snail pace for him and the traffic in this city is the fucking worst.

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saviormonster​:

❝ sure did. i think he just wanted me out of his hair. ❞ he chuckles, though really, it’s … not quite true. it seems like bruce approves of him, in his gruff, intimidating batman way, & roy has no idea what the hell he’s supposed to do with that. he hugs jason tightly, a little surprised by his willingness, but taking the opportunity while he has it. ❝ missed you, too. y’can’t get rid of me now, it’s about time for an outlaw reunion tour. ❞ if only for jason’s sake, because four months ? the brief mention is enough to get roy worried. it’d make anyone reach the end of their rope. he squeezes him, then pulls away, studying his expression. ❝ seriously, though. how’re you feeling ? ❞

These kind of gestures aren’t something Jason is always willing to give but none of that matters when it comes to Roy. He welcomes any hug when it comes from him. After working along for so long, the idea of having someone by his side is enough to make him feel excited again. It was one thing to work alone if you choose that path but being forced by being stranded somewhere unknown? Well . . . that’s something else entirely. He doesn’t want to let go but eventually does after giving Roy one last tight squeeze. “We’ve been through too much shit to get rid of each other. An Outlaw reunion tour sounds exactly what this city needs. I know of a mission that you might be interested in . . . I’ll tell you about it later.” He focuses instead on spending time with his best friend. He doesn’t want it to all be focused on their line of work. “I’m managing best I can. I feel great other than the fact I’ve been off my meds the entire time I’ve been stuck in this place. Which means I’m starting to have episodes again but it’s fine. My dad is helping me figure out that situation. How are you doing? How long have you been around?”

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bleedvnghearts​:

“You never know. – That’s a nice rifle though.” Sure, maybe now isn’t the time to be complimenting guns and striking up a conversation about them but having something in common with someone tends to put Bucky at ease. He won’t have to stress about making conversation with a stranger when they’re a mutual liking of something. “Extra hands are extra hands though, we could use them. We still have a lot of people trapped.” He goes onto explain, glancing down at the man’s hand. It’s the wrong hand. He doesn’t want to shake with this hand but the metal is meeting flesh in a quick shake. “Winter Soldier.” The words feel like they coat his mouth, sticky like molasses. He thinks of his time in Wakanda. Should he be going by White Wolf? That might make him feel a little better but he’s not sure it would stick. Either way, Bucky’s steps lead them towards the chaos. It’s really all hands on deck, it doesn’t matter where this guy is from. They just need to get these people to safety. 

“You have good taste. I modified her myself.” Jason pulls it off his back for a moment to show it off, always proud of his weaponry. He doesn’t often met another who appreciates guns. He would cherish this moment even if not appropriate. When has he ever cared about doing the right thing? “You want to hold it?” He’s feeling generous, holding it in one hand with his finger off the trigger since it is loaded. His focus shifts toward shaking the metal hand first, lips quirking into a lopsided grin. He does’t even question the fact it wasn’t made of flesh, wasn’t his place, and besides his best friend also has a cybernetic limb. He’d punch anyone who dared make a comment or treated them different. “Winter Soldier is badass.” His hand is pulled back, following the other man toward the chaos. In the meantime of their journey to it he hands over the rifle for his new friend to check out. “She doesn’t make a sound when you pull the trigger and I even designed that scope myself to be better than anything on the market.”

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saviormonster​:

steph gives him a wide grin, easily ignoring the guns & grumbling, which really could probably summarize a fair bit of their relationship. ❝ great to see you too, jay ! ❞ she chirps, only a tiny bit sarcastic. okay, like 75 % sarcastic. she follows him inside, glancing around the safehouse with a slightly critical eye. ❝ sweet digs. & yeah, sadly. it’s definitely not the way i wanted to spend my week, but … could’ve gotten worse, i found bruce pretty quickly. ❞ bruce is a total dick half the time, but. he’s more of a reassuring presence than she wants to admit. he’s at least good at lying about having a plan. ❝ did you stay safe, with the earthquake & all ? ❞ he doesn’t look injured, but. it’s best to ask, just in case.

“I didn’t even know you were here so you could have been anyone.” Jason glances over at Steph for any potential injuries to worry about. All the happenings in New York recently make him think about the worst scenarios his family could find themselves in. Maybe it has something to do with the man knowing what it’s like to be crushed by rubble during your last moments and wanting to save everyone from going through the same thing. The safe house is nice, always having taste to have the best. There were extra bedrooms and a fully functioning kitchen to name a few functions. “You’re free to come spend a night here if you ever need to. I’m quiet.” His hand rubs the back of his neck while thinking about the earthquake. “I was safe, it didn’t touch me. I was on patrol elsewhere at the time. I only came to investigate after it was done. Which is how I ended up running into Bruce. Did you stay safe?” It feels fair for Jason to ask the same question. He moves to the fridge and pulls out a beer in one hand, holding out the bottle to Steph. “Want one?”

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frxzenheart​:

felicia  is  all  too  familiar  with  the  concept  of  taking  things  too  far,  her  whole  life  she  was  constantly  pushed  to  the  edge  until  one  day  she  snapped.  she  grew  up  in  a  world  where  all  she  knew  of  was  being  taken  advantage  of  until  what  remained  of  her  broke.  life  was  cruel  and  the  blonde  was  very  familiar  with  that,  it’d  broke  her  in  ways  she’s  sure  she’d  never  recover  from.  she’s  also  one  to  bear  countless  scars  that  remind  her  of  past  memories  she  wishes  to  forget,  but  they’re  apart  of  her,  and  she  knows  these  will  too.  and  maybe  she  deserves  it,  it’s  some  sort  of  payment  for  the  sins  she’s  made  but  at  this  point  felicia  doesn’t  care.  every  inch  of  her  body  burned  whether  it  be  from  the  burns  or  from  being  trapped  under  debris.  either  way,  she  gives  the  other  a  nod,  too  tired  to  let  her  pride  argue.  “  that’d  be  great,  yeah.  ”  she  says.  “  is  it  far?  my  ankle  got  caught  under  the  rubble  and  i’m  not  sure  how  long  she’ll  last  with  walking.  ” 

There was a time when Jason felt angry at the Lazarus Pit for taking away his scars. He earned those from the experience where the clown killed him in that warehouse. He got the chance to live with them for a while when Talia was nursing him back to health. He might have never fully recovered in that  state of mind but at least his body looked the way it should. Maybe deep down that rage is still there but there’s nothing that can be done about it now. He has made plenty of new ones since that time of his life. This day isn’t really about him though, pulling his attention back to the stranger in front of him. “It’s at least twenty minutes from here . . . but they might have medical tents along the way.” Jason can’t believe that he’s really about to offer this but does anyway with sincerity. “ If you can’t walk on your ankle . . . I could carry you?”

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nottivagos​:

 there’s  concerned  etched  into  her  features  as  she  watches  her  friend  .  “  are  you  sure  ?  ”  ever  since  her  arrival  ,  zatanna  couldn’t  help  but  wonder  what  the  consequences  of  being  in  the  wrong  time  would  be  .  she  reaches  out  to  give  him  a  sympathetic  pat  .  “  yeah  .  i  think  that’s  all  of  them  .  ”  turns  around  ,  eyes  scanning  the  debris  .  she  starts  helping  some  civilians  no  to  their  feet  and  assumes  that  jason  is  doing  the  same  .  “  you  didn’t  attend  the  party  tonight  ,  huh  ?  ”

There was so much debris everywhere, reminding him of when buildings get destroyed in Gotham. How many times can a city rebuild? If his hometown can manage it time and time and time again then New York should be fine. “Well, not exactly but I’m working on it.” He even smiles to try reassuring her about it. He doesn’t want to make Zatanna worry about his mental state too. The distraction was needed but didn’t really want it to happen like this, too any innocent people are involved. He bends down to help an elderly woman onto her feet. “No. I wasn’t invited but I’ve been keeping to myself ever since I got there. I wouldn’t have fit in with those heroes. Did you go?” He went to enough events with his father during his childhood that were similar and wasn’t really a fan of them back then either.