Bruce's kid. With Talia. Who she somehow never let me meet even when she was shipping me off to every nook and cranny of the world. You'd think I was a bad influence or something.
cass doesn't come to the door, but the lock audibly clicks open after barbara approaches. there's the sound of a tv in a nearby room, though. a ballet production she's barely paying attention to.]
Right, sorry. [She has to laugh, a little.] Perfect memory, and I keep forgetting. [Or maybe she just wants to forget all the time Cass has been without her, in their world an this one.]
[She's seen Cass like this before, but that doesn't make it any easier now. She considers and discards several different approaches as she wheels closer.]
[Through the fog and lack of inhibitions, Jason finally gets the message that Barbara doesn't know anything.]
How many times have I blown your mind in the span of...ten minutes?
[Has it been ten minutes? He snorts.]
Good thing we aren't supposed to remember shit when we go back so I didn't fuck over your whole timeline. The demon brat is the least of your problems coming.
Don't remind me. Maybe I can write myself some notes and sew them into all my clothes. [Forgetting by itself is not something she's okay with. Forgetting all of this - ]
[ cass holds on firmly, arms looping around barbara's waist, face pressing to her shoulder. she's crying again, she realizes after a moment. she doesn't know what to say, where to begin. she doesn't know how much of any explanation she could give would even be her story to tell. so, with a deep breath, she changes angles. ]
[Wow, being called that and it not sounding like an insult from Babs is kind of nice. Considering he wasn't really close to the Babs of his world even before he died.
Oh right, I'm still dead. To you. I didn't stay dead that long. But you thought I was dead, right? Cass did, too. But the Red Hood is around, so I'm not dead.
[Her voice starts to shake for an entirely different reason. Almost.] I went to your funeral, Jason. First time I left the house since I was shot. I have a copy of your fucking autopsy.
You know it feels so weird having to explain things, since everyone knows because Bruce tells everyone my business like a disapproving gossipy mom.
[One of the most frustrating things about him.]
And maybe that would work if people didn't replace you with a twinky copy in less than six months when you weren't even in the ground long enough to be worm food. Not feeling the love there.
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