#im always terrified of biting my tongue off when my mouth is numb

[tsukacchako]

posting with a numb mouth

[ace--jace]

i've always thought "daniel in the den" by bastille would be awesome to base a jason fic on.

Hey, y’all, guess who’s back?? (it’s me, Imback, hello) I adore Bastille, thank you nonnie!Word count: 719

And you thought thelions were bad

It’s not that fear is uncommon; in fact, Dick has told Jasonmany a time that even he has nightmares. Of experiences as Robin, of hisparents, of things that still happen. With his work in the police force and hisadventures as Nightwing.

But Jason isn’t like Dick; or at least, he didn’t think hewas. He grew up on the streets, seeing stuff Dick probably never saw; womenwithering away, children dead or dying, men with more bone than meat… He’d seenpeople at their lowest, crimes that were gruesome and damaging…

But there’s something about the night, with a looming Batmanand a colorful Robin, and the torturous visages in the shadows, laughing andlaughing… It makes a shiver run down his spine, the way Harley calls Joker puddin’and the green of Riddler’s suit is in his nightmares.

Jason fears a lot…

Well they tried tokill my brothers

Cold, but warm, and the warmth—liquid—makes him colder;there’s something cold against his skin, which either breaks it and draws morewarm liquid or makes Jason want to cry out. But he bites his tongue, he closeshis eyes, he goes someplace else…

He flies, like a bird, while a monster tortures him andRobin burns in a fire.

And for every kingthat died

Dick isn’t there to receive the call; he’s out on a missionas Nightwing in Russia. He works hard, sleeps little, and is ever so happy tobe back home, stepping off a plane in Bludhaven. He slips into his car with hisbaggage, turns on his phone for the first time, and turns the ignition; as he’sexiting the parking garage, his phone goes off multiple times, overrun bymissed messages.

“Master Richard,please contact us as soon as possible.” Alfred’s voice cracks, and Dickfrowns; that’s not like the composed butler. “I truly hope you are well.”

There are several other messages from Alfred, each moreurgent, and Dick grabs his phone when the anxiety climbs too high; he dialsAlfred, and the butler answers almost immediately.

“Master Richard,”the man answers; he sounds strained, tired…

“Is everything alright, Alfred?”

A pause; his breath shudders, and the traffic light turnsred. The next words that leave Alfred’s mouth cause Dick to drop the phone andhis body goes numb; it’s a terrifying sensation, if familiar, and suddenly Dickis back on the trapeze except this time it’s his little brother falling andDick wasn’t there to catch him.

Oh they would crownanother

“Hi,” the boy says; he’s wearing familiar colors, a newoutfit. But the symbol is the same, the meaning and representation.

Nightwing can only stare; his mouth parted, his mind blanks.He knows there’s another outfit, same colors, collecting dust like a legacy—ora warning… Either one, it’s turned ever more sacred than a representation ofDick’s mom and dad.

Now it represents a body buried beneath dirt, like Dick’sparents, but small and young and tortured; a name etched in stone, like Dick’sparents, and he wonders if the position is cursed… Will he lose this one too?

The boy looks away, as if ashamed, and shifts his grip onthe bostaff in his hand. “I’m Robin.”

And it’s harder thanyou think

Dick goes home and cries the night he meets the new Robin;he sits at the end of his bed, head buried in his hands, and weeps.

Telling dreams fromone another

There’s blood on his face; there’s scars across his arms,marking every place on his skin. There’s a white strip of hair, stark againstthe rest of his head, and there’s air in his lungs; being drawn in through hisnose, breathed out over his chapped lips.

And Dick sometimes can’t tell if this is reality or not, ifit’s true that his brother is here, back, alive and whole and well; he’sdreamed of it so many times, he can hardly believe Jason is real and alive andsleeping on his couch in his apartment.

Whether it’s just a super realistic dream or not, Dick haschosen to enjoy the moment of peace and wholeness.

And you thought thelions were bad,Well they tried to kill my brothers…