"Austen. How Lovely. I Imagine Your Teachers Must Be Thrilled To Have Someone Take Such An Interest In

"Austen. How lovely. I imagine your teachers must be thrilled to have someone take such an interest in literature."

She didn't miss the way his eyes glanced to the clock on the wall. With a knowing curve of her lips, Leslie took another drink sitting back a little, glad to have successfully moved towards a more comfortable topic. She wondered how comfortable it actually was given his earlier comment. Leslie pressed forward, testing the waters.

"It's a little early maybe to be thinking about it, but I'm curious if you've given much thought to college yet. The last I spoke to Dick he seemed to be enjoying himself there."

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Jason struggled to keep his expression as passive as he could. He’d given away too much already, and there was no way in hell he had missed the look in her eyes. She wouldn’t let this go. And Jason decided, right then and there, that he hated therapy.

Still. He wasn’t rude. And he didn’t want to risk losing Robin, so he stayed in place, and looked back once the therapist asked him the next question.

“I do,” Jason replied, frowning a little as he tried to guess the angle of the topic change. “Bruce has a library he gave me access to.”

Taking a drink of the soda in front of her, Leslie was glad he seemed receptive to the subject change.

“It’s a good thing someone is reading those books now. I’ve seen them myself, it’s quite the collection.” It had been a while since she was last inside of Wayne Manor, but she doubted it had changed all that much. 

“Do you have any particular favourites? What is your school having you read this year?”

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Jason breathed through the pain as Leslie worked and set up the bag of fluids next to his bed. It’d help him on his feet quicker, afterwards, but that didn’t mean Jason had to like her fussing over him.

And he couldn’t bite down the groan when Leslie mentioned Grace again.

“And she deserves better than being stuck with a guy who can’t make it through the night without a fucking light on. She’s been through enough. I don’t wanna drag my personal shit into her life. Grace deserves… she deserves better.”

“Even if I bought your self-sabotaging bullshit,” Leslie started, not unkindly, but Jason knew her well enough now to see through any sugar-coating she might have added to her words. “Isn’t it also about what Grace wants too? It seems unfair to take that decision away from her.”

Huffing a small laugh to herself she added “That girl is so smitten with you...”

The setup was as good as it was going to get. Leslie took a step back, giving it a final assessment. “How do you go with sleep when it’s this bad?”

Arkham Asylum is such a funny concept to me. Like yes this is our comically on-the-nose haunted mansion/insane asylum we do absolutely nothing to counsel the criminally insane people in this asylum, at least three of our psychologists are also supervillains and we have the worst security you’ve ever seen. Last week Clayface broke out to watch a movie and we haven’t seen him since, and no one at Arkham thinks this is a red flag. I love it. 

"A sticky note... and who said romance was dead..."

Alfred: I'd like to make an announcement....

Mun:...*looks about* go on?

Alfred: I'm marrying Leslie.

Mun:

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