Hi! How are you doing? For the Jason's death day request: Instead of Ethiopia, the events happened in Qurac. The Amazons of Bana-Migdhall save Jason and raise him as one of them.
Jason goes out to find one mom and ends up with 500 ;)
April 27th Requests. Warning: blood and gore.
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Jason’s head was ringing from the repeated blows by the Joker, so he didn’t notice right away when the door to the warehouse burst inwards.
His first thought was that Batman had indeed made it in time. But Batman didn’t use bows and arrows. Or axes, for that matter.
“Aw, did Batsy send his Wonder friends to break up our fun. That’s just not playing fair,” said Joker in a sing-song voice, albeit slightly labored. Jason wondered if he had been shot, but he could barely open his eyes, much less turn his head to see.
“You are mistaken, Mad-one. We are the Amazons of Bana-Migdhall. We follow no man or bat. We are here because of the villages you bombed yesterday, along the nile. You will face your justice now.”
“Aw, are you going to shoot me? That’s so cut- hnnk.” There was a sickening sound followed by a dull thud.
“Beheadings are actually traditional for this crime.”
Silence. Jason couldn't quite believe it, needed to see-
“Oh, thank goodness you got rid of that monster, I was so scared-” Jason heard his mom start to prattle on.
“We know who you are, Shelia Heywood,” one of the Amazons said, “we know of your exploitation of the people you were sent here to ‘help’. We know you worked with this monster. We are here for your justice as well.”
“Please, please, it’s not my fault, he made me, you don’t know what it’s like,” Shelia began to beg.
“Mom…” Jason croaked, still struggling to move.
“Lie still,” someone said, kneeling down next to him, “your broken ribs may cause more harm if you move too much.”
“My mom,” he said a little more urgently.
“Your mother allowed this?” the woman said in horror.
“He forced me, he forced me,” Shelia continued sob.
“Did he force you to make yourself comfortable and watch? We saw you when we came in,” said another in disgust.
Jason had too. She had been lazily smoking a cigarette.
Shelia sobbed harder.
“Take her away,” another ordered.
“Please…” Jason tried again.
“They won’t kill her just now. She will face a trial in Bana-Migdhall. But the odds are not good considering all that she has done… and what she was willing to do to her own child,” the woman told him, as Shelia was dragged out.
That was something at least. He didn’t know how he felt about his mom. She was the reason she was bleeding on this floor. The reason he’d been left in that house with Willis Todd. He just wanted...
“...the squire to that Bat-man who haunts that city across the sea.”
“He is a long way from home then,” commented another woman.
“And the Bat is clearly as negligent as one would expect of a man. Who sends a child into battle against such a mad-man. Alone, no less,” said the one beside him.
It’s not that Jason hadn’t asked himself the same question before, but- Robin was everything.
Or had been. He had been fired anyway, and if he ever lived through this, Batman would never have him as a partner again.
“No hospital of Man is going to be enough to heal this,” murmured the woman holding him, “we will need to bring him back to Bana-Migdhall if he is to live.”
“He is a man,” Jason heard one scoff.
“A boy. Barely more than a child,” she shot back.
Jason couldn’t even be bothered to be offended. The pain made everything hazy for a moment and he lost track of the conversation.
“-you’ve gone soft, Artemis.”
“When our queen Antiope bore a son, we rejoiced with her just as if it had been a daughter, because we know that a child’s life is precious no matter what. Is that not still the case with this one?”
A quiet heated debate.
“Very well, but he’s your responsibility. If he does not obey our laws, we will not be merciful in our judgment. He is old enough to know better.”
“Of course, now let us bring him to the healers at once, or this will all have been in vain,” Artemis said.
Jason couldn’t help the soft pained sound he let out as he was picked up. Blearily, he looked up at the muscular redhead woman who carried him. He noted that her face was stern, but not unkind, but he couldn’t process too much more than that.
“Keep your eyes open as long as you can, child. I will get you to help soon,” she told him, “can you tell me your name?”
He really wasn’t supposed to, but these people were Amazon’s- like Wonder Woman- it was probably fine.
“Jason…” he murmured.
“Hmm, I once knew a Jason. I did not care for how he treated women. We shall teach you to be better, Jason Bana-Migdhall,” she said, nodding to herself.
“Wha-?”
“All will become clear soon, child.”
