[ It’s been a month of slowly but surely pushing that day’s events out of his mind. Dick knows what he’s given to Jason doesn’t truly have anything to do with how things will play out in the future. He’d gifted the bo staff with no presumptions, no expectations, and all in all, he knows he should just be content with the fact that Jason had accepted it.
Jason’s happy with Sizhui. Jason’s working his life out, it seems. And in the end, what he really wanted for Jason was for him to step away from the violence, step away from Robin. And if that included stepping away from him, then, that was fine.
Wasn’t it?
A month and he’s slowly been able to refocus on the Titans. They’ve finally taken down a drug ring they’ve been tracking for a few weeks, and the celebration is a delicious meal and more drinks than he’s allowed himself to have for a long time. Clean up wraps and Dick’s back in his room, stretched out propped on some pillows to read a few pages before he’ll pass out. His phone rings and he lifts a brow at the caller ID. Sizhui. Huh. They’ve been texting back and forth as he tries to nip the habit of checking on Jason now and then, but Sizhui hasn’t ever called before. ]
Hey [ comes his greeting, warm and easy as he answers, before Sizhui’s voice and apology comes through. He sounds slightly—hm, what is it? Out of it? Worried? Slurred? ] Nah, I’m not doing anything. [ There’s a tinge of confusion and concern in his voice that dampens the buzz ever so slightly. ]
♪ i know you're scared of the unknown, you don't wanna be alone
Jason’s happy with Sizhui. Jason’s working his life out, it seems. And in the end, what he really wanted for Jason was for him to step away from the violence, step away from Robin. And if that included stepping away from him, then, that was fine.
Wasn’t it?
A month and he’s slowly been able to refocus on the Titans. They’ve finally taken down a drug ring they’ve been tracking for a few weeks, and the celebration is a delicious meal and more drinks than he’s allowed himself to have for a long time. Clean up wraps and Dick’s back in his room, stretched out propped on some pillows to read a few pages before he’ll pass out. His phone rings and he lifts a brow at the caller ID. Sizhui. Huh. They’ve been texting back and forth as he tries to nip the habit of checking on Jason now and then, but Sizhui hasn’t ever called before. ]
Hey [ comes his greeting, warm and easy as he answers, before Sizhui’s voice and apology comes through. He sounds slightly—hm, what is it? Out of it? Worried? Slurred? ] Nah, I’m not doing anything. [ There’s a tinge of confusion and concern in his voice that dampens the buzz ever so slightly. ]
What’s up? Everything alright?