So dark Bruce and Dick live in my head. I just love the idea that Jason’s death doesn’t crush them, they don’t grieve, it fundamentally breaks them as people. Like Batman and Nightwing are scarier than the joker.
The idea of their sanity breaking in an unfixable way is just so yummy for my brain worms.
Like imagine symbol of hope nightwing mentally regressing to have the mannerisms of an 8 year old on patrol, you pass an alley and you just see Nightwing crouched over a rogue, demented child like giggling bubbling up out of him after every sickening crack and crunch of the villains bones.
Batman crucifying the joker in a sewer, keeping him alive to carve at his body, swear refuse over his wounds so he can keep reviving him and keep him suffering into eternity. Forcing tainted putrefied rat carcasses down his throat. Like the joker isn’t even capable of taunting Batman anymore. And Bruce is reveling in it. Maniacal laughter echoing through the underground.
But it’s not just Batman and nightwing. Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson have lost their minds. Word spreads through the station that you don’t wanna work with Grayson for cases involving children. People have nightmares about what he does to the perps and no one can stop him cause Bruce Wayne has practically bought the station.
Bruce Spends almost all his time at the grave stuck in a sick delusion we’re Jason’s mangled corpse is talking to him. In meetings he keeps an empty chair because ‘He can’t leave Jason alone’.
When Jason actually comes back all revenge plans go out the window because he stumbles upon nightwing slicing up the penguin with a baterang saying some psycho shit like “look at all the pretty red paint Jaybird!” “Lots of pretty paint for my baby brother.” “Red was always your favorite color!” And he’s just like ‘oh no’