( hunt the batman. that sounds vaguely familiar, jason notes it for later. either way, it's not close to where dick was before jason got here. hell, where was dick even? dealing with some bullshit in bludhaven, nothing big enough that jason felt the need to intervene and help. he couldn't even tell dick what it was now. what he was doing--is a loaded question. one jason opened himself up to.

dick's watching out for him even if he's pissed off, it's cute, very dick grayson-y. it's appreciated, even if the sentiment isn't voiced; that this is still very much their golden boy. even pissed off, he's trying. )

Fighting with B. As per the usual.

( light-hearted, keeping the pain out out of his voice. dick doesn't need to know what they were fighting over. how badly he fucked himself over. how much jason ruined himself, ruined his own goddamn progress for nothing more than--what? temporary relief. and he fucked that up too, couldn't even shoot penguin well enough to kill him. )

But that's not what I wanted to talk about. ( there's something a bit more important on their plates right now. and once jason gets to a quietish corner, he's turning himself back around, slow. careful. showing dick every move he makes, showing open hands the whole goddamn time because they both know what jason can do with those with two seconds of leeway. dick's being careful, jason will give him the same respect.

palms press flat into the wall once he gets the chance, body slouching back to rest his weight. )

We're not from the same side of the multiverse is my guess. Damian, he's here too. You know 'em?