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Bruce Wayne shows up eventually, but he’s different too. There’s some Clark Kent, but not like you know him. Potentially the strangest little fic I have ever written. Keep reading reblogging myself because it's what the cool kids do also because genuinely I think some of y'all need the softness Jason bowed his head and covered his face with one hand. The only breathing in the room was his own. The chair where he sometimes stacked books was neatly tucked against the wall, where it belonged. The rickety dresser, the laundry hamper, the closed closet door, all was as it should be. His bag lay slumped against the bedside table, his boots carefully tucked on the floor at the foot of the bed. The space was dark, shielded from the streetlights and sun alike by the curtains pulled tight over the window, but enough light filtered through the thin cloth to outline the humps and bumps of what he expected to see. The cup was empty in seconds, and he considered leaving the bed to shuffle to the bathroom for more, but didn’t move right away, instead choosing to look around the room.

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His mouth felt like a haunted house, bone dry and full of cobwebs. Jason sat up, slowly, careful not to aggravate the wound that lurked beneath the bandages plastered to his side, and reached for the cup of water he kept on the bedside table. To sleep without dreaming felt too much like something else. He preferred that, the times where he dreamt, even when his dreams woke him screaming. Or rather, he remembered, but he wasn’t sure what was real. He couldn’t remember how he had gotten here, was faintly aware of being somewhere else before, but he couldn’t recall where yet. In his bed, Jason corrected mentally as he became aware of the comforter pulled up to his shoulders. He was in a safe house, his safe house, in his room, on his bed. The popcorn ceiling, alien and unrecognizable a moment before, became familiar again. Jason knew without looking how his bed was positioned, where the nearest wall was in relation, the window, the door. The familiarity seeped in past the confusion, slotting the space into place. He lay on his back, eyes open and unfocused, and let the room reorient around him. He didn’t know where he was, at first, or when. The reentry made him feel muddied and muddled, like a stagnant pond bed dredged up and chucked into a blender. Jason woke, as he usually did, slowly and all at once.