[ Jason looked... You know, like Jason. A little more rough around the edges than Dick had ever known him to be. It was a strange irony that his face managed to stay mostly bruise free while he was Robin. A fact that had nothing to do with doing less stupid shit, he'll mind. Having Batman around helped, probably. Barely remembered what that felt like though. The longer Todd was here, the more he thought about it, the less he cared. Bruce ditched him. That was the reality of it, wasn't it? Passed him on to Dick and masked it as permission. Jason, the fucking idiot that he was, bought it. And it got him killed, too. Cool.
That was always his fate. Death. Granted, it was everyone's fate. A kid like him, though? Wasn't meant to live long. There was dirt priced higher than he was worth. He knew that. He knew that. Clung to uniform as the one last symbol of his ability to be fucking worth something. To do more.
His jaw clenched. Head canted to the side as if in warning. Oh, Dick. Stopping your reach half-way out was a really smart move. Jason wasn't sure what would have happened. Maybe he'd just fucking break your arm. Who could tell, really. When he was feeling this twitchy; this overwhelmed. It was almost palpable but contrary to popular beliefs, the kid could act when he wanted to. When he felt like he had to. Hide it. Trample it down. ]
What, you already wash your hands from it? How can I make this more clear-- [ a pause, if somewhat dramatic. ] --Oh, I know: you dropped me from a fucking building. It's cool man, I get it. I'm a pain in the ass. It's fine. But cut the concerned shit, Dick. It was pretty fucking obvious you didn't want me around before that.
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[ Jason looked... You know, like Jason. A little more rough around the edges than Dick had ever known him to be. It was a strange irony that his face managed to stay mostly bruise free while he was Robin. A fact that had nothing to do with doing less stupid shit, he'll mind. Having Batman around helped, probably. Barely remembered what that felt like though. The longer Todd was here, the more he thought about it, the less he cared. Bruce ditched him. That was the reality of it, wasn't it? Passed him on to Dick and masked it as permission. Jason, the fucking idiot that he was, bought it. And it got him killed, too. Cool.
That was always his fate. Death. Granted, it was everyone's fate. A kid like him, though? Wasn't meant to live long. There was dirt priced higher than he was worth. He knew that. He knew that. Clung to uniform as the one last symbol of his ability to be fucking worth something. To do more.
His jaw clenched. Head canted to the side as if in warning. Oh, Dick. Stopping your reach half-way out was a really smart move. Jason wasn't sure what would have happened. Maybe he'd just fucking break your arm. Who could tell, really. When he was feeling this twitchy; this overwhelmed. It was almost palpable but contrary to popular beliefs, the kid could act when he wanted to. When he felt like he had to. Hide it. Trample it down. ]
What, you already wash your hands from it? How can I make this more clear-- [ a pause, if somewhat dramatic. ] --Oh, I know: you dropped me from a fucking building. It's cool man, I get it. I'm a pain in the ass. It's fine. But cut the concerned shit, Dick. It was pretty fucking obvious you didn't want me around before that.