Jack slowly crouched down in front of Arthur. For having gotten into a fist fight with three guys he looked almost decent, his clothes just a little dusty and having just one single cut on his right cheek. “Are you alright?”
Arthur stared into Jack’s brown eyes in disbelief. He had his right hand gripped tightly around the gun in his pocket still. Had Jack stepped in just by seconds later… He swallowed hard and cringed at the metallic taste of blood.
“Yes.” He managed to get out, his voice hoarse and a bit shaky.
Jack tilted his head a little and Arthur could see his eyes focusing on his bloody nose. He finally let go of the gun, his fingers feeling stiff from holding it so tightly and he clumsily wiped some blood off with the edge of his sleeve.
“I ah-” Jack hesitated and shifted his weight a little awkwardly. “I’m sorry. For what they did to you.”
Arthur glanced at him under his locks, still in doubt. Why?Why did he decide to step in? It would have been so easy to just walk by like everybody else would have done. Like everybody else always does… Why did Jack get himself hurt to help him?
Next Up: Are Bruce Wayne And Batman Secretly Dating?
Please give me the fic where Bruce Wayne is forced to make it look like he’s having an affair with his own alter ego, just to keep his secret identity safe.
Comparing Dick and Jason’s early days with Bruce is so funny, it’s just the opposite of what you’d expect.
Jason: “wow, I get to live in a mansion!” “and now I get to be Robin?!” “this is awesome!” “let me get to work on that homework now Bruce so we can patrol later” “being Robin gives me magic” :D
Dick: “my parents are dead” “Mr. Wayne is never around” “everything is terrible” “i’m going to sneak out of the house” “Batman, let me kill a man”
