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Still raining in Gotham. Maybe Jason can only find this place in the rain. Or when the need for a home he can never have again cuts into him like a switchblade. When it ceases to matter who he hurts as long as someone else hurts. When he wishes he was still dead as much as everyone else does.

Then he's here. Where time stops. He wouldn't mind being trapped here, but that's probably why he never will be.

Jay --although he would never admit to wanting to be called that after everything that's happened-- keeps his helmet on for a few minutes before removing it. It hisses loudly, drowning out the one sigh he allows himself. He still has the smaller mask on underneath. Safer that way.

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Jason's not sure why that's a problem. "It's always been about him. It used to be about me too."

"And why isn't it anymore?"

"He doesn't-- I came back. And he wouldn't even look at me more than he had to."

"So because he didn't, you won't either?"

Jason grinds his teeth. "He was supposed to save me."

"Sometimes, the only one that can save us is ourselves."

"I will someday. I will have peace and Gotham will too."

"Why not just peace?"

"Because they'd kill me. I can't have peace until it's safe. It's not safe."

"But how does 'having Gotham' come into that equation?"

"Gotham hasn't rejected me."

"Cities can't. Only people."

"Exactly." People only rejected Jason.

Connor sighs at that. "Maybe it's not as bad as you think. Sometimes it all just -appears- bad, because you're caught in the middle." Does that even make sense?

"I'm caught but not in the middle. And it is bad."

"So where are you caught, if not the middle?"

"Everywhere."

"That's an awfully broad range of places."

"I know."

"Well..." Connor trails off and just looks at him for a long moment. "If you ever need anyone to talk to, I'm around."

Jason blinks and then his eyes narrow. "Why?"

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