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schizoauthoressTitle: Peace Offering
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: AU set post-Final Crisis, but pre-RoBW
Warnings: het pairing, fluff
Word Count: 192
Summary: He's got all the peace he needs.
Note: Part of the Heart!verse. Follows #10, here.
Word of the Day: fetial - adjective:
Concerned with declarations of war and treaties of peace.
Peace Offering
"Talk to him," Cass said sharply.
Jason refused to look up from the grapple gun he was fixing. He grumbled, "Why should I?"
Cass put a hand over Jason's, stopping him in the middle of pulling out parts. "Talk."
He looked up at her then, mouth pulled into a thin-lipped, annoyed expression. Mimicking her tone, he retorted, "Elaborate."
"He knows something. Suspects something. About Bruce."
"Bruce is dead."
"Tim doesn't think so," Cass argues. "If he is wrong, you will be the one to help show him he's wrong. If he's right, that means you helped get Bruce back. Either way..."
Jason looks thoughtful, tapping the needlenose pliers against his chin (leaving a little smear of machine oil behind). The annoyed twist of his mouth melts into a smirk. "Either way, I'm set to 'win'."
Cass lifts a hand, tilting her head, a gesture meant to convey 'well, there you go...'
"See, I think... you don't get it, babe." Jason reaches out and takes her hand, pulling her closer to him, then turning over her hand so he can kiss her palm. "I've got you. I already win with what matters."
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: AU set post-Final Crisis, but pre-RoBW
Warnings: het pairing, fluff
Word Count: 192
Summary: He's got all the peace he needs.
Note: Part of the Heart!verse. Follows #10, here.
Word of the Day: fetial - adjective:
Concerned with declarations of war and treaties of peace.
Peace Offering
"Talk to him," Cass said sharply.
Jason refused to look up from the grapple gun he was fixing. He grumbled, "Why should I?"
Cass put a hand over Jason's, stopping him in the middle of pulling out parts. "Talk."
He looked up at her then, mouth pulled into a thin-lipped, annoyed expression. Mimicking her tone, he retorted, "Elaborate."
"He knows something. Suspects something. About Bruce."
"Bruce is dead."
"Tim doesn't think so," Cass argues. "If he is wrong, you will be the one to help show him he's wrong. If he's right, that means you helped get Bruce back. Either way..."
Jason looks thoughtful, tapping the needlenose pliers against his chin (leaving a little smear of machine oil behind). The annoyed twist of his mouth melts into a smirk. "Either way, I'm set to 'win'."
Cass lifts a hand, tilting her head, a gesture meant to convey 'well, there you go...'
"See, I think... you don't get it, babe." Jason reaches out and takes her hand, pulling her closer to him, then turning over her hand so he can kiss her palm. "I've got you. I already win with what matters."