FIclet: Worse Nights | DCU | Jason Todd | PG | 1/1
Title: Worse Nights
Fandom: DCU
Character: Jason Todd
Rating: PG
Word Count: 241
Prompt: For shiny_glor_chan's Blanket meme: blanket (duh!); For 50_Darkfics: hunger
Summary: He's had worse nights than this. Much worse.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: Set between Jay's coma and his time with Talia. Yes, I'm horrible to my characters. Bad Saavi!
Worse Nights
He's had worse nights. Nights when he didn't even have a trash can fire to keep warm by. Nights when he had even less shelter than the overpass, nothing to protect him from the elements, stinging cold sleet soaking him to the bone. Nights when he had nothing to eat, and hadn't for days.
Here, under the cover of steel and concrete, he at least has a blanket, threadbare though it may be, ripped in spots. It's better than nothing, and even if the bitter cold still seeps through, he's dry.
Pillowing his head on his arms as he shifts between the thin blanket and his cardboard mat, he blinks up at the others, still huddled around the trash can and the makeshift spit set up over it. He's already eaten, taken his turn at the insistence of Old Bert, and his few bites of roasted rat have quelled the worst of the hollow pain in his belly.
It's not much, but at least he'll be able to sleep now, free to fight off the nightmares about a clown and a crowbar. If he's lucky, he'll dream about feasts and lush bedding and a feeling of safety and security he isn't sure he's ever actually experienced instead. But even that won't last until morning, when he'll just wake to this again.
Dreading the visions that may come, he drifts off with the only thing he knows for certain passing his lips in a whisper.
"Bruce..."
~*~*~*~
Fandom: DCU
Character: Jason Todd
Rating: PG
Word Count: 241
Prompt: For shiny_glor_chan's Blanket meme: blanket (duh!); For 50_Darkfics: hunger
Summary: He's had worse nights than this. Much worse.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: Set between Jay's coma and his time with Talia. Yes, I'm horrible to my characters. Bad Saavi!
Worse Nights
He's had worse nights. Nights when he didn't even have a trash can fire to keep warm by. Nights when he had even less shelter than the overpass, nothing to protect him from the elements, stinging cold sleet soaking him to the bone. Nights when he had nothing to eat, and hadn't for days.
Here, under the cover of steel and concrete, he at least has a blanket, threadbare though it may be, ripped in spots. It's better than nothing, and even if the bitter cold still seeps through, he's dry.
Pillowing his head on his arms as he shifts between the thin blanket and his cardboard mat, he blinks up at the others, still huddled around the trash can and the makeshift spit set up over it. He's already eaten, taken his turn at the insistence of Old Bert, and his few bites of roasted rat have quelled the worst of the hollow pain in his belly.
It's not much, but at least he'll be able to sleep now, free to fight off the nightmares about a clown and a crowbar. If he's lucky, he'll dream about feasts and lush bedding and a feeling of safety and security he isn't sure he's ever actually experienced instead. But even that won't last until morning, when he'll just wake to this again.
Dreading the visions that may come, he drifts off with the only thing he knows for certain passing his lips in a whisper.
"Bruce..."
~*~*~*~