[ Jason sleeps just as much, well into the afternoon, much to Alfred's chagrin. When he does finally wake, he feels this heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He recounts everything last night and reaches for his phone, checking if he has any new messages.
He doesn't.
He pulls up his messages with Roxy and considers texting her, but what the fuck is he even going to say? He wants to ask how she is, but then will he be giving himself away? He groans, shoving his phone away and faceplants back into his pillow until Alfred pretty much bitches at him to stop trying to waste away and come down to eat.
It's hard getting up, but he does so from there, checking out the mottled bruises along his skin. He even has a decent bruise running along his cheekbone, and he hates how he's automatically grateful that he can still kiss Roxy... even if he can't anymore.
Except he remembers the kiss from last night, and he wonders again- did she figure it out? Did she just decide to make out with Robin? That puts him in a mood as he trudges down the stairs, into the kitchen. Alfred pushes a mug of coffee over to him. Along with a plate of food... and then starts plating out another one which he assumes is for Bruce. ]
It's good that you're awake, Master Jason. You have a visitor.
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He doesn't.
He pulls up his messages with Roxy and considers texting her, but what the fuck is he even going to say? He wants to ask how she is, but then will he be giving himself away? He groans, shoving his phone away and faceplants back into his pillow until Alfred pretty much bitches at him to stop trying to waste away and come down to eat.
It's hard getting up, but he does so from there, checking out the mottled bruises along his skin. He even has a decent bruise running along his cheekbone, and he hates how he's automatically grateful that he can still kiss Roxy... even if he can't anymore.
Except he remembers the kiss from last night, and he wonders again- did she figure it out? Did she just decide to make out with Robin? That puts him in a mood as he trudges down the stairs, into the kitchen. Alfred pushes a mug of coffee over to him. Along with a plate of food... and then starts plating out another one which he assumes is for Bruce. ]
It's good that you're awake, Master Jason. You have a visitor.