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Truth be told, Jason had never been good at goodbyes.
He’d never been good at giving them and he’d never been good at having them. Maybe it was because he was always losing people before he could even form the words. Maybe it was that they were losing him before they thought to say it.
Jason could count on one hand the number of times he’d said it. Today marked the last one he’d ever hoped to give.
Gotham was burning. Surprise, surprise. There was no one left, no man, no Bat standing to defend her streets. Jason had left the fight behind years ago but now…now Jason knew it had been a selfish dream. A good one, but he’d grown used to knowing when to let it end. Staying asleep farther than his mind would allow always turned them to nightmares not long after. Like his body wanted to remind him of the reality of things.
He just wished he wasn’t leaving Roy behind. He’d always vowed not to. But Gotham didn’t deserve to ruin Roy like it had ruined Jason. He’d go with her to the grave, but he wouldn’t take Roy with him, no matter what the man had to say.
“Used to imagine this,” Jason told Roy on the last night, cradling his head against his chest. “When we could retire and pretend like we were normal. You’d tell me to stay and, fuck, I’d do it. I’d stay yours. That’s a dream I have.”
He felt Roy’s brow furrow, even under the heavy pull of sleep. Age has done nothing to dull Roy, only sharpen him. If not for the way Jason had grown to know Roy in turn, he might not have known how to slip away.
It’s cowardly, sure, but Jason always knew when to retreat.
If it was between Roy’s disappointment, his hands trying to pull him back, he might never go. He might be weak enough. He might even let Roy come with him and that would be the worst of all.
Jason pressed his nose to the last lingering scent of Roy’s shampoo on his wrist before he pulled back on the helmet, and left whatever remained of Jason behind where it had mattered.
Thank you! - 500 Likes
Thank you all for 500 likes!
I drew this with the power of the animation gods over two days, but now I’m tired and will render it later.
For time, I’ll just post this and see how well it does-
IDK how I did so many angles, or how it looks pretty smooth, but it happened, so that’s fun
Not having a mouth makes things easier lol
But the tail- That was hard-
Anyway, thank you, love you, and goodbye Broshimiskies!
Day 17. Cosplay
oh meant to put wip, no going back now ✨
They were born for this >:O
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Usami and Ogata sitck their hands down each others pants and they enjoy it dot png
Sketch dumpp since I haven’t posted in like what? A month idek
Are four options of shoes too many for a bottom only dress?
Flats - T-Strap - Docs - Combat boots