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“Because,” Dick says simply— softly— “you’re my brother.”
Jason’s jaw clenches so hard he hears something crack— maybe a tooth. Maybe his patience.
“Oh, go fuck yourself,” he mutters, turning away, pacing a few steps just to get the hell out of Dick’s line of sight. The dumpster. The blood. The reek of Gotham rotting around them— all of it is easier to face than him.
But Dick still doesn't move.
“I’m not—” Jason starts, waving a hand angrily at himself as he whirls around, facing Dick again. “—your brother. I’m not Tim, I’m not Cass.”
The words come out like claws. Like he’s ripping them out of his own chest one by one so Dick can see the mess underneath.
“I don't— I don't exist in that family,” Jason says, voice shaking slightly. “No one’s thinking about me. They’re thinking about the dead Robin. The dead son. That’s who they miss. Who they prefer.”
He laughs, sharp and empty.
“Not me. Not some fucked up version of the one they missed. I’m not… I’m not anyone to them. To you.”
Jason doesn't believe in second chances.
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12 Jun 2026