follows the Timeloop of Bucky Barnes

[prodigaljaybird]

Jason doesn't remember the first six months following his resurrection. He has pieces, fragments with edges too smooth to catch onto, snatches of cold and endless hunger, before everything tipped into warmth. He remembers Talia in brief, kind touches, fingers on his shoulders, his cheek. Knows that he fought a little, when the al Ghul's first took him in, but knows they never actually hurt him.

Not until the Lazarus Pit.

They'd washed him in fire and water, sent his consciousness screaming back whole and raging and thrust him into the night, naked as a jaybird and twice as terrified.

He hadn't been angry. He still isn't, not at them, hadn't remembered to be angry until he read the paper and discovered just what Talia meant when she told him, You remain unavenged. Clear as newsprint, black and white, the Joker alive and unpunished, and Bruce...Bruce abandoning Jason to his fate. Unavenged, unloved, unwanted.

He'd killed two people before he came back to himself that night.

He doesn't feel like killing anyone now. It's different, somehow, Bucky riding away from him and Bruce turning his back. It hurts the same, but it doesn't make him angry.

He's a messy crier, always has been, wet and loud and shaking all over, and Jason's chest aches with the force of it, but by the time he realizes the truth, by the time he realizes Bucky's not coming back, he's already exhausted, tears cutting jagged lines down red cheeks, spilling over a jaw he can't seem to steel no matter how he tries.

Jason makes it to Tim's porch in relative silence, not even breathing when he sits down. There are a couple places he could've gone. To Lux. To Katniss. To Boyd, even, but he doesn't want them to see him cry.

Tim's already seen the worst of him, and Jason rests his head against the porch support, pushes a tired hand over his eyes and doesn't open them.

The sobs, when they return, are quiet.

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[prodigaljaybird]

"I..." says Jason. He wants to find Bucky, but more than that, Jason wants Bucky to want to come home, and he doesn't, and maybe Jason's stupid for ever thinking it could be home at all, that anything as good as that was going to last.

"I'm tired," he says, and at least he feels it, it's not one more lie he's clinging to today. He hasn't slept, his body weaker than warranted by mere fatigue, and he can't remember when last he ate. "Do you have any food? Tim, he." Jason swallows. That urge that's been there since seeing Bucky on the table, that instant need to protect him, it hasn't gone away. "He really didn't mean to."

[liestobatman.livejournal.com]

Rest it is then, which won't sate Tim's nerves but it'll be good for Jason's, and that's the important thing right now. "Finish that water, I'll get you something," he says, getting up from the bed and heading for the small kitchen. He doesn't keep much beyond fresh fruit and nuts in it, but he can make a trip the kitchen while Jason sleeps. "If he really didn't, maybe he'll come back on his own," he says.

And if he did, he'll come back to finish the job--

Tim turns away from Jason and grimaces, gathering the light fare into a bowl. That's beyond unfair, that's. He doesn't want to think that way anymore, not here. Jason's not going to stab him; Bucky isn't going to stab Jason. It isn't smart to believe either but it's right. "You can sleep here if you want," he says, indicating the rest of the bed with the bowl before handing it over.

[prodigaljaybird]

Jason looks down at the sheets, and it's only now that he truly takes in his perch, the end of Tim's bed, with Tim's food in his hands, and his eyes ache all over again. "Thanks," he says, meaning this and everything that came before it, apologies there behind it for ever thinking Tim couldn't have been this person to him back home.

"I won't take your bed," he says, "I still have mine, the one from before." He still has his cave, he can return to it. Probably should never have left it. "I don't understand why it happened," he murmurs, pushing a piece of fruit into his mouth. "We were just playing cards, Bucky, Lucy and me. And then we were in a Soviet bunker."