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Look, despite many peoples opinions, Jason was aware he came back different in a more literal sense.
If you push past his intense PTSD, mental issues, glow sticks as eyes and his random intrusive thoughts about eating people (for everyone’s sake, he makes a point of never bringing that up), he still doesn’t look quite right.
Now, he doesn’t know if this is due to whatever woke him up in the grave, or due to the pit, but there are just some thing inhuman about him.
It would be really nice if Dickhead would stop being a baby about it though.
***
Jason parks his motorcycle right next to the Batmobile, allowing himself a slight wince as he feels the bullet shift inside his hip.
He makes a point of muttering profanities under his breath when he passes that stupid ass memorial.
Seriously, it’s like Bruce wants him to remember that day. Sometimes he thinks he’s the only one in this family who is aware of how fucked up they are.
He makes sure his stride is long and he’s not limping as soon as he notices his most annoying brother, at least the demon brat would leave him and his unhealthy tendencies alone.
As he strides past Dick, he gives a grunt before rushing over to the mini in-house hospital, frowning as he noticed Dick shivering out of the corner of his eye.
Okay, rude, he knows he’s a freak but that’s a little bit of a overreaction.
Grumbling to himself, he turns the corner.
***
”Hey, Jason buddy, wait up!” Jason hears his brothers voice echo down the driveway, heaving a sigh.
He just wants to have this day to end already, he hasn’t slept in at least 42 hours and he already got one disappointed stare out of Alfred.
”Jesus, you’re way to cheerful dickface.” He grumbles, pulling open the door with a soft creak, why the hell do they have to have such a large door again?
Dick decides to ruffle his hair, fucking hell, he immediately shut that shit down, pushing him into the wall. Of course, Dick doesn’t let that stop him as he begins to chatter away about work.
Jason makes a point of not stopping at the mirror, even if Dick does. He hates the way his reflection lags, like he’s a goddamn vampire. It honestly freaks him out, he tries to avoid all reflective surfaces when he can.
He paused when he reaches the door to the living area, glancing back to see Dick standing like a stunned mullet before rolling his eyes.
God, he better not have noticed the reflection, that’s a pain to try and explain.
”Oi, dickface, hurry up.” He snarled, shoving his way through the door.
***
Jason was frozen, staring down at the corpse under him.
He’s dimly aware of Dick talking, but he can’t think over the harsh craving of human meat.
It’s not that he’s a fucking zombie, it’s just something that he’s been having ever since he’s come back.
Sometimes when he stares down at a corpse, his mouth begins to water, he has a unspeakable feeling of hunger, all he can focus on was that delicious looking meat.
But then, he shakes his head, shouldering off those thoughts before turning to Dick, grumbling when he notices the crack through his helmet.
“Fucking hell, I’ve broken another mask, I wished I left the fucker who did this alive, I would make him regret it. Come on wing, I can’t be seen out like this.” He grunts, pushing past his brother to grapple away.
(Fuck, he doesn’t want to try and explain how fucked up he is to Dick.)
***
Jason tried to ignore how Dick was looking between him and the picture, it’s honestly making him insecure at this point.
He sighs, okay so he has long limbs, it doesn’t deserve that look. With a sigh, he turns and walks off.
***
The room is warm as he rises out of his chair, ruffling dick’s hair as he did.
Ever since he came back, he never got his natural human warmth back, it’s like his blood runs cold.
He constantly feels like a corpse, so he loves warm rooms likes this.
***
The chess game is boring Jason, he’ll admit it. It’s the same thing over and over, and Bruce takes at least ten minutes to move a piece.
”Dick, are you alright?” He hears Bruce’s smooth voice speak up, and he blinks towards the figure in the doorway
Dick is staring horrified at him.
He turns to Bruce, muttering quietly.
”What the hell did I do?” He grunts
Bruce looks just as lost when he turns back, as Dick turns and flees the room.
Oh well, that’s a later Jason’s problem.