Huddled up against a beam, Jason feels better for something solid at his back, his eyes slitting open for the first time in whole moments. Far below, Batman is still moving, and Jason might be crazy, but it's a practical crazy, his mind intact enough to make the rational choice, even if everything else in his being is pushing him away from it.
He can't fly any further than this.
"It's not Gotham," he calls down, moving to a new beam. "It's not your town, it's mine." Adds, impossibly, hopefully, "You should leave."
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Date: 2011-11-06 11:03 pm (UTC)He can't fly any further than this.
"It's not Gotham," he calls down, moving to a new beam. "It's not your town, it's mine." Adds, impossibly, hopefully, "You should leave."