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Jason looked out of his care window in a dazed like manner.
He'd parked up in Gothams's 'Nature Reserve'. It was a pretty good for Gothem. Ivy was put in charge of it in hope of rehabilitation and it seemed to be working.
Jason closed his eyes and let the oxy take over. He'd learnt it today after the drug bust. Ofcource, he'd taken the oxy for himself, but the cops had the rest, and the drug lord was rotting in a cell, that was if the cops had done thier job right. Probably unlikely, most likely the were harrasing kids stealing food to survive.
He knew this shit wasn't healthy but he couldn't give a fuck. It wasn't like he didn't have a history of unhealthy coping mechanisms. It worked, and in this moment that all that mattered.
A sence of relief and bliss eventually took over his thoughts and slowly drifted into darkness.
He woke up to a cop knocking on car window. Jason groaned and pulled himself up and opened the door.
"Get your ass out of here before I take you in" the man's head nodded towards the bottle of meds in the back. He could bribe the cop he was sure, but he couldn't be bothered right now.
He complied, head pounding and still feeling drowsy and out of it. Driving under the influence wasn't save or legal, but the man giving the order didn't seem to care, so Jason didn't either.
Upon arriving home the effects had worn of. Welp, that sucked.
He huffed and threw himself on the sofa and his messages. No rest for the wicked as they say. His phone had been spammed with so many messages, starting to answer seemed overwhelming. Still though, he better see to them.
Most of the were messages for his employees. Was that the right word? Maybe minions was more fitting. He was a crime lord after all.
The there was a text from Dick asking if he was up for The Monthly Bat Meet up. It was just a stupid excuse for dinner and prying into personal lives. Still, if he didn't go he wouldn't be able to escape Dicks concern.
*sure* typed Jason who the threw the phone on the floor and fell back to sleep. A very poor and horrible sleep, but sleep none the less.
He shoved a couple pills down his throat before leaving to go to the manor. By the time he was there they had kicked in.
He greated Alfred and made his way upstairs. Bruce, Dick, Damien, and Tim were all there already, clearly having been waiting for him. Damien looked displeased at his lateness.
"S'rry Bruce"
Tim watched him carefully and observed his actions. Tim had been doing this more, recently. He knew why, ofcource the astute replacement would notice something was very of. Bruce would to, of course, but he didn't care. Well, actually all of them would, but they hadn't said anything last time he was here so his family probably didn't give a shit.
Jason knew he looked disheveled, his clothes creased and blood stains he had made no attempt to clean, he just didn't have the energy these days.
He'd been upping the dosage recently aswell as the frequency. Being sobar was just to painfully these days, not to mention withdrawals, and he'd built a tolerance against the oxy. He widely wondered how long it would be before he inevitably overdosed. He should be scared of doing so but he wasn't. He was a dead man already, would it really make a difference if he ended up back in his grave. No, no it didn't.
Tim interigates him the whole night, probably to figure out wich drug it was. He found it kind of amusing to watch the young detective so he played along. His answers were sluggish and some his brain couldn't seem to supply the answer.
He shuffled his food around the plate having no appitite or want to eat. He knew he shoul, it was incredibly risky to keep up his vigilanteism with little food in his stomach at any point in time. He went on patrol alot less these days though.
Once he'd eaten all he could he picked up his water and sipped on it hoping his mouth wouldn't feel as dry. When the others weren't looking he snuck in another pill having felt the buzz fade a little. He was reminded of his mother. Though his mother was never good at hiding it from the 12 Yr old, he wondered if he'd lost that ability to.
Dick insisted he stay the night despite Jason's protest. If Jason had it his way, he'd drive back to his apartment and not see the bat's again till the next maditory meet up.
So here he was in his old unchanged room. Everything had a painful memory attached now. This was like his own personal little hell.
He did his breath to practice breathing exercises Bruce taught him when he was a young child, but these days breathing was harder than it should be.
And sleep? Well that was going to be an impossibility. Insomnia was a bitch.
Fuck man, this was going to be a Long night.