[He cuts himself off before even Jason can, because how would he have finished a sentence such as this? Not what needs to be the priority here? If he were anyone else, or it was about anyone else- he might have made at least a token protest to drag things back on course. Continue to define the parameters Jason was working under to get here, before adding someone else's into the mix.
It's just- Jason keeps talking, and then doesn't stop. And every word spirals more into something that Dick feel more and more like he'd made a mistake. Like the very definition of insanity- doing the same thing over, and over and expecting a different result, when not one thing has ever indicated otherwise. The words sound ridiculous- even with his understanding of timelines, of alternate universes coming from the man before him, and Jason speaks low, like he's gentling the news that Dick really wouldn't want to hear, supposing they're true- and all Dick thinks, is he's hiding. Keeping others from listening in to a conversation that they have no part of being in. That he's just found one more way in a long list of them, to be able to provoke Dick when a physical altercation is beyond him.
Dick had spent every moment since Jason first called out to him, hovering near by, but waiting for the other shoe to drop. He hates, that at the first sign of that gravel leaking into his voice, at the threat he delivers, that he's faintly surprised that it does.
His expression completely shutters, mouth tight and angry, fingers digging into the skin of his own arms, closing him off entirely from Jason. He might not have been the most open to him at the start of this- but the difference is still startling. Sometimes, the more he wishes he were different from Bruce, the more like him he behaves]
You're wasting my time. [Sharp, dismissive and he backs up a step] You always have to do this, don't you Jason?
[Even in an alternate Earth, with foreign hardware grafted into their bodies, with who knows what hidden capabilities- You just need to a pick a fight. Poor Jason, and his inability to get adequate revenge, and to hell with everyone else]
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[He cuts himself off before even Jason can, because how would he have finished a sentence such as this? Not what needs to be the priority here? If he were anyone else, or it was about anyone else- he might have made at least a token protest to drag things back on course. Continue to define the parameters Jason was working under to get here, before adding someone else's into the mix.
It's just- Jason keeps talking, and then doesn't stop. And every word spirals more into something that Dick feel more and more like he'd made a mistake. Like the very definition of insanity- doing the same thing over, and over and expecting a different result, when not one thing has ever indicated otherwise. The words sound ridiculous- even with his understanding of timelines, of alternate universes coming from the man before him, and Jason speaks low, like he's gentling the news that Dick really wouldn't want to hear, supposing they're true- and all Dick thinks, is he's hiding. Keeping others from listening in to a conversation that they have no part of being in. That he's just found one more way in a long list of them, to be able to provoke Dick when a physical altercation is beyond him.
Dick had spent every moment since Jason first called out to him, hovering near by, but waiting for the other shoe to drop. He hates, that at the first sign of that gravel leaking into his voice, at the threat he delivers, that he's faintly surprised that it does.
His expression completely shutters, mouth tight and angry, fingers digging into the skin of his own arms, closing him off entirely from Jason. He might not have been the most open to him at the start of this- but the difference is still startling. Sometimes, the more he wishes he were different from Bruce, the more like him he behaves]
You're wasting my time. [Sharp, dismissive and he backs up a step] You always have to do this, don't you Jason?
[Even in an alternate Earth, with foreign hardware grafted into their bodies, with who knows what hidden capabilities- You just need to a pick a fight. Poor Jason, and his inability to get adequate revenge, and to hell with everyone else]