Aim and Fire: Night Tremors 

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angroyarcher:

Roy wasn’t thinking straight. He was still in the hazy clutches of sleep, yet he was awake enough to be aware of his surroundings. His brain still didn’t register coherent thoughts, just simple action and reaction. He sat up in his bed, aching back and throbbing forehead lost in his sleepy haze….

Jason was not having a good night.

With all the recent events—Bane and Joker, Cass in a coma, Dick insane and his own death anniversary right around the corner—Jason hadn’t been able to get a good night’s rest at all. He’d honestly considered sleeping in a guest bedroom, but eventually he’d settled down in his old room. It was…comforting, almost. Familiar.

The lanky figure that shuffled into his room through the darkness was familiar, too, although Jason still felt his fingers twitch towards the gun under his pillow as first instinct at the sight of the sillhouette. He froze up when he felt Roy peel back the covers and hug him close, face pressing close against Jason’s back.

“Hello to you too, Harper,” Jason grumbled, nonetheless shifting around to make the both of them more comfortable. His hand hovered awkwardly above Roy’s hair for a moment, Jason unsure of whether or not to pat his friend’s hair soothingly or not. He eventually settled for resting his hand on top of soft red hair, sighing tiredly. “You took a shower. Good,” Jason murmured. “How you holding up?”

He couldn’t think about Cassandra tonight.

“Jaybird.” Roy mumbled, wrapping an arm around him and resting against him. He needed the familiar comfort of someone close, and his mind had come up with Jason first.

” ‘M good. Walking funny. S’not too bad.” He rested his head on Jason’s shoulder and looked up into his face through the darkness, trying to see into his eyes. “You okay?” His mind was slowly righting itself, his sleepyness fading slightly, enough for him to think straight. Jason must be mentally kicking himself right now, must think what happened was all his fault. Roy didn’t want him feeling like that.

It wasn’t his fault. It was Roys. If he had been faster, he wouldn’t have gotten trapped under the car, and the both of them wouldn’t have been distracted by that. They would have been able to keep an eye on Cass, but— Roy stopped himself.

No. He won’t think like that. Not now. It was stupid, and he didn’t want to do stupid. He needs to focus on the now. He just needed to get one thing off his chest…

“I missed you. Still do. I’m glad you’re back. It was weird when you were gone.” He didn’t care if he was making Jason uncomfortable, he needed to say it, and now was a good time to do so.