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“Dear Alice„

First Person POV

Platonic [Jason Todd + Masc Reader, Damien Wayne + Twin Reader]

Ongoing

Partes

01 — Introduction

02 — The Day of My Luck

03 — A Ray of Hope

04 — Lemons and Limes

05 — You Shoot People?

06 — Unsavoury Bonds

“Dear Alice„

Parte 01

Jason Todd + Masc/Male Reader, Damien Al-Ghul Wayne + Twin!Reader

Masc/Male Reader

First Person POV

Life after death, resurrection. As an Al-Ghul words of bringing one back from the dead was nothing out of the ordinary.

Truth is, it didn’t even concern me until my 14th birthday. While most of my days were spent training to be perfect in every field, my birthday was the only time I was truly given rest.

Unlike my twin counterpart I was deemed weaker, or more feeble are Mother would say.

So in celebration of my 14 years I was granted a surprise party while my brother was sent elsewhere.

I am unsure of where as Mother never disclosed his whereabouts with me and neither did he, but, I knew one thing.

He wasn’t coming back for me.

"Dear Alice„

Parte 02

Jason Todd + Masc/Male Reader, Damien Al-Ghul Wayne + Twin Reader

Masc/Male Reader

First Person POV

Traditionally speaking, birthdays are joyous celebrations. So why was the one celebration I was granted so terrible?

The clanking of shoes easily alerted me. For such a ‘physically inferior’ person I had great awareness of my surroundings.

       "What a wonderful day, [ ]. Happy birthday my child!" This was insincere. I knew for a fact mother would never be so excited for a birthday. It was simply another day, the only difference is that I've aged another year.

       "Thank you mother. What brings you here so early, and where has Damien gone off to?"

       "Do not concern yourself with your brother, he is fine. More importantly, you! I have a surprise for your 14th birthday!"

When a person has experienced the things I have at such a young age not many things tend to scare you anymore, but, this terrified me. Perhaps she had finally given up on my training and would put me out of my misery and took Damien away to spare him the sight.

     "What's with that look? Come with me [ ], it's time for your surprise and I do hope you enjoy it."

Presented to me was a massive Lazarus' Pit. The emerald glisten outlined the many figures present. What a fantastic party location.

      "Mother, why am I here?" I questioned, already having a general reasoning as for why.

      "Do you remember the day you turned 13? I certainly do. You told me that you wished you could finally be useful to me." She wore a sickening grin. "Here is your chance my child." The fake sweetness in her voice made my skin crawl.

      "You're scaring me mother."

      "Good. Sometimes fear is our biggest asset."

I was dragged to the mouth of the pit. I wish Damien was here, he would know what to do, but, he wasn't here and I was alone.

My life seemed to flash before my eyes. I wasn't the best swimmer and the pit was not as shallow as it seemed. I was prohibited from returning to the surface being restrained to a conveyor of sorts. The vile green waters took residency in my lungs. With the little room for movement I was given I thrashed in agonizing pain for what felt like years. Seeing as it has only been used on decently developed humans it took quite a toll on my body and mental state. Eventually as any, I stopped thrashing and the movement came to a gradual halt.

        "What a strong boy you are [ ]. Thirty whole minutes, impressive." Tahlia, the woman I once considered my mother cooed as the servants began working to remove my body from the water. A silent breeze coursed through the area. Strange considering the area was secluded. No breezes would be able to enter. Just then the waters begins spiraling as if it was draining. But to where? To me. The cruel chemical mystery found resolve within my body and within a minute all that was the pit had been gone. With only me remaining still unconscious.

"[ ]!" The woman responsible shouted out to me with an emotion I've never seen of hers. Was this genuine concern?

"My son...you have granted your own wish."

For as long as I could remember I've always wanted to be like Damien. We were twins after all. Yet now, there was one thing to tell us apart. The newfound white streak of hair I've acquired. Albeit unwillingly I still have it. I could always dye my hair but honestly I've grown found of it.

I was told two days after the incident that Damien was actually sent to live with our father. With that knowledge I've sort of come to the conclusion that she's only using me as a weapon against him. In all honesty I didn't care at the moment. Whatever she needed me for I would do as sad and pathetic as it may seem.

"How are you my son?" She certainly had been acknowledging me as her son more and more. Maybe I should absorb pits more often. Back then, my whole world revolves around my mother and that's all I cared about. Even still, I had noticed the manipulation.

        "Mother, I want to be with my brother, Damien." Her expression, a scowl.

        "Don't say such things. You will help me in a way your brother never could."

        "I want to leave, mother." With a more stern voice I rose from the bed I had been resting in. The servants gathering around seemingly violent.

        "Ease. He simply wishes for fresh air. Go take a stroll and when your mind is clear I will be waiting, my son."

Unfortunately for her my mind never cleared and I never returned. The horrific images that flashed in my mind from the exposure to the Lazarus Pit never stopped.

I had strayed too far from the league anyway. If they were watching me they would have stopped me by now.

To this day I am unsure what force possessed me to do such a thing but I'll always be grateful. Under the protection of the glistening night sky I took off to never return.

“Dear Alice„

Parte 03

Jason Todd + Masc/Male Reader, Damien Al-Ghul Wayne + Twin Reader

Masc/Male Reader

First Person POV

With heavy breath and an aching body I had finally reached civilization. While I had passed many places on the way this was the farthest I could go.

         "This will do." Mustering up my final ounces of energy I ran into an abandoned building nearby for shelter.

Admittedly this place seemed to have a lot of abandoned buildings and suspicious characters running about. What a strange place. Granted I've been secluded my entire life aside from the servants, my brother, and my mother, of course.

A glow from the corner of the building broke me out of my reminiscing. A phone. Naturally it was locked but what I needed most was the time displayed on the lock screen.

12:00 a.m.

It was midnight. Mother surely must have realized my disappearance by now. An appearance change would be critical to keeping away. After a short nap I'll search for hair dye and scissors. While there is nothing that can be done about my face, eye contacts are my best bet.

         "Only thirty minutes." A lie I told myself being unaware of the overexertion my body had undergone to get here.

1:24 p.m.

Awaken to loud shuffling, a muffled curse was heard as my eyes peeled open.

     "Shit—don't get up." The unfamiliar man hastily said to me. In all honesty I didn't know whether to be afraid that I woke up in a different place than I went to sleep in or the fact that he was standing there watching me awkwardly. Currently sitting up on a relatively soft couch we just stared at each other in complete silence.

     "So...what's your name, kid?” The stranger broke the silence. As long as I can remember I've always been a terrible liar. "[ ]."

      "No surname? Just [ ]?"

      "I do have one but I would rather not tell you simply because I don't know you."

A stifled laugh came from the man.

      "Yeah, guess you're right. I'm Jason. Nice to meet you." He reached a hand out. "Is this a sign of friendship?"

Another less concealed laugh came from 'Jason'.

      "Yeah. What are you, an alien or something? Never heard of a handshake?" He leaned on the couch.

      "Thank you for your hospitality, Jason." I firmly accepted the hand. "Your hand is rough. Do you take care of your hands often?"

      "Y'know you are a natural at starting conversations." He pulled his hand away as he walked towards the cooking area.

      "So you got any parents, kid?" He bluntly questioned simultaneously opening the refrigerator.

     "Whether or not you believe me, yes. I have one mother who tried to kill me for experimentation. I survived by luck."

He hummed bringing a canned drink to the countertop. "Huh." Is all he said as he pulled back the can to have a drink. "I believe you. Honestly speaking it would be harder to believe if you had a pair of loving parents and you just ran away." He said finishing the contents of the can.

        "You live around here?" He tossed the can.

         "No, quite far actually."

        "Alright then you can stay with me for a bit. Not the best but it's a place. As long as your mom doesn't come looking for you and trashing the place." Not that I would admit it at the time but right there and then a shimmer came to the sickeningly green dots I called eyes.

         "Thank you, Jason."

         "I’m in no position to be a Dad right now, but, I guess I’m your temporary dad for now."

          "Okay."