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schizoauthoressTitle: Proceed with Caution
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: set during Jason's tenure as Red Hood, but otherwise vague?
Warnings: Jason's foul mouth
Prompt/Fill: "Christmas Tree" from the Christmas Advent Prompts list.
Word Count: 400
Summary: Jason's response to surprise Christmas decorations was perfectly reasonable, shut up Dick.
Word of the Day: qualia, noun:
1. A quality, as bitterness, regarded as an independent object.
2. A sense-datum or feeling having a distinctive quality.
Proceed With Caution
Jason knew something was wrong the moment he stepped into his safehouse. Nothing looked off, at first glance, but there was something that put his teeth on edge. He cautiously ascended the stairs to the living quarters on the second floor, a gun in one hand. The door was unlocked, and he was sure he'd locked it upon leaving earlier that day.
He pulled it open and darted inside, gun at ready. What he saw...
Well.
He hadn't been expecting that.
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Most people would say that Dick was wasting his time with this latest 'project'. Most people thought that Jason was a lost cause, that he was too far gone to rehabilitate. But Dick was not going to give up. No matter what Jason had gone through or done, he was still Dick's little brother.
That was why he'd gone to the trouble of locating Jason's latest safehouse (and not telling anyone else where it was). That was why he'd covered the place with seasonally appropriate decorations, and why he was now heading back with a freshly prepared 'turkey dinner for two' order from a nearby diner.
Dick frowned a bit when he entered and noticed that the door on the second floor was wide open. There was a strange clanging coming from the living quarters. He hurried up the stairs, stopping dead in his tracks in the doorway.
"...Uh... Jason?"
Jason was seated on the floor, surrounded by tinsel and broken ornaments, inspecting the interior of the fake Christmas tree's hollow metal trunk with a penlight. All the branches had been stripped off the tree, and the strings of lights had been snipped to pieces with a wire cutter. He jumped a bit when Dick spoke, then scowled darkly.
"What the fuck are you fucking doing here?"
"I was here like, two hours ago," Dick answered. He stared at Jason's response to his little surprise, and all he could think of was how he'd spent almost a hundred dollars on the tree alone. He sounded a little dazed as he finished, "setting up that... tree..."
Jason stared back. This hadn't been some kind of sick joke? No attempt on his life? This whole invasion of privacy -- and, very likely, the big paper bag in Dick's arms which smelled like food -- was another attempt to bring him 'back to the fold'?
"....You son of a bitch."
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Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: set during Jason's tenure as Red Hood, but otherwise vague?
Warnings: Jason's foul mouth
Prompt/Fill: "Christmas Tree" from the Christmas Advent Prompts list.
Word Count: 400
Summary: Jason's response to surprise Christmas decorations was perfectly reasonable, shut up Dick.
Word of the Day: qualia, noun:
1. A quality, as bitterness, regarded as an independent object.
2. A sense-datum or feeling having a distinctive quality.
Proceed With Caution
Jason knew something was wrong the moment he stepped into his safehouse. Nothing looked off, at first glance, but there was something that put his teeth on edge. He cautiously ascended the stairs to the living quarters on the second floor, a gun in one hand. The door was unlocked, and he was sure he'd locked it upon leaving earlier that day.
He pulled it open and darted inside, gun at ready. What he saw...
Well.
He hadn't been expecting that.
****
Most people would say that Dick was wasting his time with this latest 'project'. Most people thought that Jason was a lost cause, that he was too far gone to rehabilitate. But Dick was not going to give up. No matter what Jason had gone through or done, he was still Dick's little brother.
That was why he'd gone to the trouble of locating Jason's latest safehouse (and not telling anyone else where it was). That was why he'd covered the place with seasonally appropriate decorations, and why he was now heading back with a freshly prepared 'turkey dinner for two' order from a nearby diner.
Dick frowned a bit when he entered and noticed that the door on the second floor was wide open. There was a strange clanging coming from the living quarters. He hurried up the stairs, stopping dead in his tracks in the doorway.
"...Uh... Jason?"
Jason was seated on the floor, surrounded by tinsel and broken ornaments, inspecting the interior of the fake Christmas tree's hollow metal trunk with a penlight. All the branches had been stripped off the tree, and the strings of lights had been snipped to pieces with a wire cutter. He jumped a bit when Dick spoke, then scowled darkly.
"What the fuck are you fucking doing here?"
"I was here like, two hours ago," Dick answered. He stared at Jason's response to his little surprise, and all he could think of was how he'd spent almost a hundred dollars on the tree alone. He sounded a little dazed as he finished, "setting up that... tree..."
Jason stared back. This hadn't been some kind of sick joke? No attempt on his life? This whole invasion of privacy -- and, very likely, the big paper bag in Dick's arms which smelled like food -- was another attempt to bring him 'back to the fold'?
"....You son of a bitch."
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on 2012-12-17 05:30 (UTC)The reaction of paranoia is real and fantastic, and I love that Dick just kinda runs on like... Greeting card mentality. "And I brought you Christmas!" Oh boys...
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on 2012-12-17 05:35 (UTC)Thanks for letting me know you liked it!
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on 2012-12-17 09:43 (UTC)no subject
on 2012-12-17 11:53 (UTC)no subject
on 2012-12-17 15:41 (UTC)*applauds*