Annnd because I am kind of in the mindset of this fic, I busted out this bad boy. More angst ahead. I had originally intended to make it a happy ending, but I think it turned out more bittersweet than anything.
Enjoy!!! (P.S. umm wow hi BruceJason moment where did you even come from? gonna have to tag it like that now because it’s suddenly headcanon, though for those of you who don’t like them as a romantic pairing, this totally doesn’t portray that. It can be easily seen as just a comfort thing. I just figure those of us that do like them together can look a little deeper into their moment if you’d like)
Jason, well, Jason liked to consider himself something of a traditionalist. That’s why every year on the anniversary of his death, he has made a point of going around Gotham City with a crowbar and downright obliterating every statue or video or poster he could find with a smiling painted face on it.
This actually hits harder than the last one for me.
Jason being all pretend nonchalant until the very end where he just explodes and oh god. Oh god.
It’s Jason who breaks them from it but he’s also sort of broken by it too. Oh god. Jason and the crowbar and oh god oh god oh god.
Stop. Just stop doing this. Why are you doing this. Stop it. Why. Stop.