Open Starter.

Open starter.

"I had a client today ask me if I'm happy." Leslie began, swirling the amber liquid in the bottom of her glass. "I didn't answer, of course. Professional boundaries and what have you."

She took a sip, savouring the flavour, the burn of it at the back of her throat. "But still. It did make me wonder."

To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing…

A personal interpretation of Harvey Dent/Two Face with inspiration from The Long Halloween and Eye of the Beholder. Written and loved by Sunny. Promo made by the lovely @grace-of-gotham​!

Who on earth was calling at this hour?

Tightening her dressing gown around herself, Leslie hesitated before opening the door, wondering if she ought to open it at all. It was late, it was Gotham, and she wasn't expecting anyone. Her clients for the day had all wrapped up hours ago and she wasn't long away from getting some sleep. She'd be well within her rights to pretend she hadn't heard a thing.

Still, with the rain pounding against the door, she had a feeling whatever it was, was important.

The person waiting on the other side of the door was a sorry sight. Hood obscuring their face, they looked soaked through to the bone, their entire body language radiating misery.

"Can I help you?" She raised her voice to be heard over the rain.

@docthompkins

It had been on his mind for a while now, but it had taken this long for Jason to work up to taking the first step after months of second-guessing, talking himself in and out of it, arguing with himself that it was something he needed or something that wouldn’t change a god damned thing, depending on what mood happened to strike him at the time.

He was tired of fighting with himself over it. Tired of feeling like a dog chasing its tail, never getting anywhere except wearing himself down until he couldn’t bottle it up any longer. Tired of waking up screaming. Tired of forcing himself to stay awake until he was too exhausted to dream.

Tired of feeling like it was eating him alive.

Still, it wasn’t as though he’d actually made an appointment. Hell, he hadn’t actually even planned on when he was going to do it. All he’d done so far was to pull a phone number and address and commit them to memory; no real intention to ever actually putting either to use in the foreseeable future.

Jason had been out alone in the pouring rain all night, the cold and damp soaking him to the bone, setting off memories of trying to sleep in abandoned buildings with leaks in the roof, in turn triggering a cascade that led to him getting up in his head about it.

Head low, shoulders hunched, boots moving quickly over rain-slicked pavement with more purpose than they should have, given that Jason wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings, but before he really knew what he was doing enough to talk himself out of it again, he was jabbing at the doorbell, trying to hold his nerve long enough not to walk away and forget about the whole thing again.

⭐️⭐️

Leslie is so infuriated by Bruces vigilanteism but is equally so proud of when Batman saves innocent lives. The cognitive dissonance is jarring and often she struggles to express that to him without lecturing him on stoking the escalation of crime in the city. She just worries, Bruce. She hates having to piece him and his children back together again but will do it every time.

Leslie practically lived at the manor for a period of time after Thomas and Martha died, helping Alfred adjust and to also be there for her Godson who she needed to hold as much as he needed to be held. It was a difficult time for them both. Bruce is the closest thing Leslie has had to a son and she loves him dearly.

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

He was glaring at her notepad, but Leslie continued unperturbed. Jason would just need to get used to it. Hopefully after a few sessions, he wouldn't care as much but it only reaffirmed that she had been right to leave it out in their previous session.

"That's great Jason. Well done." She wasn't going to ask to see the journal, that hadn't been her plan. But she did have questions for him regarding it. "How did it feel, purposefully thinking of different things to be grateful for? Was it easy, difficult, talk me through it."

Hel–Heck yeah.“

Jason smirked, opening his can of coke. ’‘I told you, doc; being Robin is the best thing that ever happened to me. I can do good. Batman needs me.”

It had earned more than a few notes down in his journal. He was good enough, he was earning his keep as Robin and as Jason. All their worries… he was good. Even Barbara had said so.