Tuesday | Opposites

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Explorations of Unfamiliar Territory (DCU; girl!Jason Todd; sequel)

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This is his body.

Every mark, every scar -- fingers against his throat, the memory of pain and betrayal triggered by the feel of the familiar line of too-smooth flesh -- is the same. Anything he does, the girl in the full-length, steam-fogged mirror does exactly the same.

This is not his body.

The face in the mirror could almost be his, but it isn't exactly. His eyes are still his eyes -- like his mother's eyes -- but the features around them have been altered just enough to be undeniably feminine. His mouth is a little fuller, his jawline softer...

His shoulders are broader than the average girl's, but much narrower than before. His arms, his legs... his whole body, really, lacks the level of muscle definition and mass that he had before. Overall, he's built smaller and on finer lines as a woman than he had been as a man.

His gaze flinches away from the dark patch between his thighs -- it's a lack, an emptiness that is brutal in reinforcing the change that's been thrust upon him. He turns quickly, grace thwarted by his altered center of gravity, and studies over one shoulder what he can see of his back and rear. Familiar scars, the trio of moles near the base of his spine...

Jason feels a small smile curve his lips, and he chuckles. 'Not fair...' he thinks to himself, 'even as a girl, my ass doesn't look as nice as Grayson's. Not that I'm going to tell him that...he's having too much fun at my expense already.'

Humor can be, has to be, his defense against a screaming breakdown. This is not his body, this is not permanent. And if his choice is laughing or crying, Jason will always choose to laugh.

Jason turns away from the mirror and grabs the underwear that he's been provided. Both pieces -- and isn't that weird to realize, that he needs two now? -- are black, but of different shades. The black boyleg briefs are obviously new (and not strange to wear, considering his Robin costume), but the sports bra is slightly faded from washing. (Cassandra had pushed them into his hands, covered them with a towel and outer garments, and shoved Jason toward the showers -- all without a word. Far as he knows, she is still standing guard over the entrance.) He struggles a little with the thick bottom elastic on the sports bra, but manages to get into it. The breasts that the garment covers are not large, something for which he is profoundly grateful. This new body is strange enough.

He pulls on the black tanktop Cassandra provided, but forgoes the black jeans in favor of his own pants (having to cinch his belt a few notches tighter to keep them on). He reuses his socks, but the changed size of his feet stops him from putting his boots back on. Annoyed, Jason towels his hair one more time and walks out of the changing area on stocking feet.

When he hears Bruce's voice -- and Tim and Alfred -- addition to Dick and Barbara, he falters for a moment. He doesn't want... actually, he's not sure what he wants. He just can't face them like this, he can't...

Cassandra lays a hand on his arm. Jason lets out a breath and gives her a small smile. Even if he can't figure out what's going on in his head, maybe she'll know.

This is not his body, but it's still him inside.