OPEN DC/BATFAM RP STARTER
CW: slight gore
It still felt surreal, years later, for Bryn to stand in front of Jason's grave. To see that inscription 'JASON PETER TODD' like he was just another body in the ground. And not . . .
Not her brother. Not the kid who used to brush her hair in the morning and sneak her into movie theatres and punch her bullies for making her cry. Not the only family she'd had left.
She was ten when he died. When Bruce had failed him. Sometimes she was still angry about that. Angry enough that they pulled her off patrol when Joker showed his stupid face around Gotham. Bruce said it was because of her trauma, but Bryn knew the the truth was they were afraid she'd hit the fucking clown until he stopped moving. Until that fucking grin was nothing but an empty maw of blood and shattered teeth.
Bryn sat down on the ground, picking at the grass, lost in her own thoughts.
"I miss you, you know." She said softly, to no one in particular.












