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Poison Oak	By : Owlgirl Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 2889 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In his dreams, he feels like he’s suffocating, alone and naked and…*open*, open with a cut in his chest where his heart used to be. He knows absently where it went. If he looks hard enough into the shadows, he can see Tim, pale and ghostly with ocean blue eyes and red lips that he uses to kiss him, again and again until there’s absolutely nothing left but--

Dick shoots up in bed, sweating and panting, running a hand over his forehead, then down across his chest just so he knows he’s still intact (just so he‘s sure his heart is still beating). The images in his dream were all too vivid and gruesome with the kind of detail he sees in Gotham murders all too often. It’s to be expected he would have imaginings about losing Tim…like he had about losing Jason (but he’s not sure which trouncing hurts worse).

Waking up from something like that makes him feel like an even bigger failure.

It always takes a few days to get rid of this feeling, sometimes a talk from Alfred too, or Bruce beating it out of him with a couple of spars (the kind where they barely hold back). But that’s not really an option at this time of--he looks at his clock and sees 3 a.m.--night.

Apparently a short patrol wasn’t going to do it for him.

The acrobat rolls out of bed , padding out into the hallway and down to the cave, shivering just a bit at the coldness of his home. The humid Gotham air will do him some good, other than taking his mind off his brothers (the last time he saw them, heard their voices). Dick shakes his head and grabs his costume.

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“Waste of goddamn *time*…” Jason murmurs under his breath as he makes his way through the thick growth of trees in Robinson Park. He really wanted to be out here earlier, but Roy’s little visit pushed this back, and yeah, of course he’d needed something to help him forget all about how his ex looked (bending over the desk, skin and muscle and--). The man mentally chastises himself and sets his mind to remembering Steph instead…she’s warm and soft…and the way she *screams*…

Jay smirks at that thought and pushes his hands into the pockets of his jacket. So maybe thinking about his babe naked while he’s walking through the park isn’t…well, it’s a bit like a trouble, thinking about Tommy does the same thing. So he stops and closes his eyes, remembers the way his puppy looked, dead on the road, the way he ran for the little animal, only to get grabbed up by his mother, to have her press his face against her shoulder.

She always smelled like roses, and that in turn, made their rundown apartment smell like the flowers. It was a nice cover-up for his father’s breath which reeked of alcohol and greasy food..

The man’s eyes flash open and he gets back on his way without a second thought of his childhood. Work, he’s got work to do, because he has to *know* what’s happening out here, even though he’s sure the bat’s checked around the park too many times, so maybe there’s nothing left (maybe there’s *no one* left). No one but a meta could make the plants grow this late in the season, not that Jason’s ever even *heard* of a meta that could control plant life…but then again, he didn’t think aliens existed until he met Superman.

He makes his way to the Robinson greenhouse, a huge presence in the middle of the park, and peeks through a window to see if anything’s askew. Everything seems normal, but he checks the door for any tricky little traps before he opens it anyways.

Jason’s always had a knack for detail work, that’s why no one’s traps work on him. He’s had too much training, knows the work too well, practiced for years on top of all that. But even after searching the whole place, there’s no traps…in fact, there seems to be nothing. He sits back against a table and sighs, reaching into his jacket to grab his pack of smokes. Jason glances into a corner, then freezes.

“What the fuck have we get here…”

He makes his way over to the pile of greens and pokes it with the tip of a steel-toed boot.. The whole thing stinks just like a corpse, and pulling back a few leaves, a face stares up at him, gray-blue, looking up at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. Jason pulls away more plants and finds the dead man wearing a blue jumpsuit and gardening gloves.

“You must be the caretaker. Damn bastard…you probably know what’s up here, don’t you?”

The man takes out a cigarette and grabs his lighter from his pocket, getting a flame in a few strikes. He holds it close, about to light his smoke until a hand reaches out to touch his shoulder. He whips around, almost hitting the intruder in the face, but then he gets a look as the boy cocks his head a bit.

“Don’t smoke around them, please,” the kid says with a whisper, like he’s trying not to wake someone.

Jason raises a brow, glancing down at his lighter before he puts it back in his pocket, along with the cigarette. The man swallows a bit and looks around the greenhouse in the dim light, then focuses on the boy again. He stands there, looking at the man, completely naked, with a dark head of hair and blue eyes that contrast just a bit too brilliantly with his pale green skin.

He can’t help but choke a bit on nothing, because having a seriously good looking, extremely naked brunette standing in a greenhouse like it’s the most normal thing to do…is just a bit strange and, okay, maybe a bit arousing. Jason wants to hit himself, but he just reminds himself to keep it together instead.

The kid looks familiar, but Jason really can’t place it, even as he leans in closer. “Who are you?” The young brunette gives the man a smile for an answer (how *helpful*) before he’s turning, going over to one of the planters to pet the closed flowers. The plants seem to arch into his touch, making the teen laugh and coo softly. “Weird,” Jay mumbles to himself. “Do you live here?”

“With my friends, yes.”

It’s apparent from the way he’s interacting with the flora, treating all of them like people, that his friends are most definitely the plants. Jason bites his cheek, knowing that this teen is the reason Robinson Park’s been going crazy lately. The cute, naked brunette is the meta Jason’s looking for. The kid seems a little wonky, but Jay can get him help, give him all the friends he could ever want.

“You got a lot of ‘em here…”

“They like me here. They called to me. That man,” he motions to the corpse in the corner, the plants already covering him up again, “didn’t know how to take care of them, not like I do…”

“Yeah, I can see that.” Jason comes close very slowly, studying the way the teen works with his “friends” (okay, and maybe he’s looking at his ass a bit…a lot). He coughs and the boy looks at him, smiling a bit before he’s moving away, going to the next planter, checking on those flowers. “So--”

“You’re not here to hurt them…or me.”

“No, I’m really not. I appreciate plants…and what you’re doing with them. Gotham is too…dark. We don’t have enough of this.” The teen turns suddenly to face the man at that statement, his blue eyes wide as a smile creeps onto his lips, causing Jason to smirk back. “I know you could kill me like you killed the guy over there…but I have an offer to make you. You come work for me and I’ll give you all the friends you need, I’ll even build you a nice, big greenhouse… What do you say, kid?”

“I want to take them with me.”

Of course he knows what the plant boy means. He wants all the flora from the Robinson greenhouse transferred to the new home he’ll be getting. “Alright, kid, you got yourself a deal. What’s your name anyways?”

“…Tim. That’s what it said on my gravestone.”

Everything clicks into place for Jason and he begins to wonder just how Robin, Teen Wonder became this…and why Batman hasn’t found him yet. Things are looking up already.
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