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Dick blinked.
Jason was falling.
Just like his parents.
His hand was still stuck out towards Dick, face frozen in a scream. Dick felt like he was going to be sick.
This is just like when he was young. When he watched his parents fall, fall, down to their demise.
This was that all over again. And it was all his fault.
Jason was about to hit the ground. Dick was still hanging out of the window, reaching for him.
Something flew past.
Caught Jason.
He didn’t hit the ground.
Dick fell back, turned on his side, and threw up.