Stop Trying To Be Productive

Stop trying to be productive

Familiar Specter(s)

Outwardly impassive, Batman activated his comms.

"Oracle, what's the situation at Gotham Cementary? Our sensors detected activity at Jason's grave, but I dont have a visual on the situation," he said.

He could hear Barbara typing in the background. Finally, a grunt of dissatisfaction.

"Cameras are on the frizz. I don't have a visual, Batman."

Odd, but there's ways to subvert Wayne tech, even with their latest installments.

Batman bit back his frustration. Events like these were personal and always compromised his emotions.

"Keep trying to stabilize the connection," he commanded. "I'll go there personally and assess the situation."

"Got it, B," came Oracle's confirmation. "Whatever this is, it's localized. I'll keep you posted for more information."

The Batmobile came to life after the verification codes were inputted.

A beep. Batman stopped to listen, but Oracle's voice didn't sift through the comms this time.

"What's this about me having a nocturnal visitor, B?"

Jason. Batman didn't let his surprise coat his voice.

"Unknown. I'll be making a stop in the Cemetery to investigate what tripped the alarms."

"Knew that tonight was too quiet," Jason grumbled. His son sighed. "Don't bother, old man. I'm almost there. No need to break your delicate back trying to race me here."

"Red Hood. Don't enter the Cementery without back up. Do NOT enter the Cementary yet. That's an order."

"Well, you know where I shove your orders by now."

Without waiting for his response, Jason cut the connection. By that point, Batman was already in the outskirts of the property. Still too far away from the site of interest.

A wave of discomfort hit him. If Red Hood encountered any hostiles, he would be alone.

Fearing the worst, Batman raced as far as he dared to, making it to the Cementery in record time. He found the Red Hood kneeling before his grave, but nothing else.

"Jaylad," he muttered and almost threw himself over him. His second Robin was hyperventilating and his eyes were fixed on the slab of his grave. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"No, not again. Not again..."

Batman tried to touch him, only to have his hands slapped away. Jason seemed to have snapped out of whatever trance he was in. However, that wasn't all that reassuring, because the mania from before was in the process of being channeled again. This time with Jason trying to claw into the earth with his bare hands.

"What are you-?"

"If you want to be useful, then fucking dig! A fucking kid is inside!"

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Prompt:

When you dimension travel, you appear in the place of most significance to your alternate self.

Unfortunately for both Jason and Danny, that's Jason's grave.