(I read a fic, saw some art, and decided why not. MASSIVE TW, this is gonna imply, and most likely say, sa. If this is not your game, please go find a different chat! If you’re still here, please enjoy and take care of yourself!)

Jason didn’t expect to have this happen to him. He was at the Manor hanging out with everyone else. Cass, Steph, and Babara were watching a movie upstairs, while the boys were kind of mostly doing their own thing. Dick and Kate were out, but the house was far from empty with Tim’s conspiracy-theorist-of-a-boyfriend there. But all in all, Bernard wasn’t so bad.

Then, he got a notification from his phone that Dick’s apartment exploded. Yes, they tracked each other and planted all sorts of devices on everyone’s doorstep. They had to keep their tabs on each other, okay?

Everyone got it, but he was in the Red Hood uniform first and on the motorbike before anyone could do much of the same. He drove there as quickly as possible. No Dick Grayson, apparently. But, maybe a Nightwing…?

He looked until dusk turned into night. Nothing. And he was about to go back, tell everyone what he saw, maybe report Dick missing and start they’re own investigation… before he did see something.

Dick, in the Nightwing uniform, lying in a prone, fetal position on the roof, shaking in the rain. And boy, did Jason run faster than all of Hell.