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The air was dense, thick with a biting grit that clung to every surface.
Hope was a luxury no one could afford—not here, not anymore.
Jason’s mask pressed hard against his face, the rubber straps digging into his skin, leaving faint, red impressions that would fade by nightfall, if night ever really fell. Goggles fogged with each shallow exhale, the rhythm of his breath sharp and stifled beneath the weight of unyielding filters. He could feel the dust—it didn’t just settle on the cracked concrete, it swallowed everything, muffled even the faintest of sounds. The only noise was his breathing, too close, too steady, a reminder that the mask was the only thing between him and a gasping end.
His gloved fingers flexed around the pistol grip, the cool steel foreign in his hand. Once, it had felt solid, a reassuring weight that promised survival. Now, it was just another object in a world where everything, even himself, seemed to be losing its substance.
And in this world, killing was no longer a cruelty- it had become an act of mercy.
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Or, Jason and Dick in the middle of an apocalypse and how they deal with it.
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- Part 1 of Signed, The Universe
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12 Mar 2025
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"Raph, that's enough!"
Someone shouted behind him- a hand grabbed his shoulder, and made him turn around. It burned. It burned. Get rid of it, distraction, it kept him from punching, it was a distraction it burned- "Dude, stop, you're gonna hurt-"
Swing.
Hit.
Crack.
The one in red froze as soon as he felt something crack underneath his fingers.
Someone shouted, someone fell, and someone else grabbed him and pulled him away- but just before Raph could freak out over that, he was let go. There were still too many emotions bubbling under his skin- but the shock of what he had just felt had him frozen. Stunned, Raph just stood there.
His hands ached. Numbly, he rubbed over his knuckles... and looked down.
His fists were covered in blood.
That... what had just-
"Are you hurt anywhere, Mikey?"
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Raph didn't mean to hurt the youngest.
Whumptober, day 6: Not realizing they're injured, unhealthy coping mechanisms, "it's not my blood"
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18 Feb 2025