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Date: April 6
Weather: Stormy
It was late, probably past 2:00 in the morning, but Jason was awake. He was practically aching from the core of his bones. He was running on three hours of sleep from two days ago and constant adrenaline boosts from all the crime in the city.
His bold, red, helmet covered his exhausted eyes but from the way his shoulders sagged and his feet dragged, it was clear he couldn’t stay consciousness for much longer.
Bruce was awake too, hunched over at the bat computers, papers messily laid around him plus the three empty coffee mugs littering his space. He was drowning in a case, a Joker case that had him awake for days.
The startling sound of heavy and weighted footsteps came from behind Bruce, causing him to jump in his chair and turn around.
His eyes slightly widened as he noticed it was his son, Redhood.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Jason asked, his voice skeptical and tense.
“Is there something on my face or what?”
Bruce let out a shaky breath as he looked into his son's eyes. They were weighted and heavy, the bags under them dark and defined. Their usual pretty green was worn out and there were scuff marks on his face. He had clearly had a rough day but for some reason, he ignored that fact.
“Are you gonna say something or—“
Jason suddenly stopped short as he looked at Bruce, his eyes widening slightly. His hair was messy, his eyes were more droopy than usual and his hand was wrapped in a bandage.
“Rough day?”
Bruce asked gently, walking over to the medical table and grabbing the supplies he needed to clean wounds.
“Days.”
Jason said, correcting him as he walked towards the table, sitting on it.
It was rare when Jay came to the batcave, he always felt a bit out of place there but right now he couldn’t really be alone.
As Bruce looked up at him at the table, he noticed his eyes, not just the weary color, but how his pupils were dilated and shaky.
“Jason, what happened to your—“
Jason’s body tensed at the near-mention of his eyes. Bruce suddenly noticed a lot of small details about Jason’s demeanor. How he was sweating more than usual, his skin was paler, expression looked slightly stressed.
“I-I was fighting Scarecrow. H-he grabbed my arm and gave me some of that green shit.”
”Fear-Toxin?”