No, I'm not. ( he recognizes this though, recognizes it well. this is dick grayson, reacting to stupid, overly violate jason todd. the jason who screamed and yelled at him until they came to take him away from arkham. the jason who tied him and damian up, who yelled threats and started shit because he didn't know how to deal with anything any other way. it's completely understandable. jason doesn't blame him one bit.

even if it hurts to see the reprucissions of his actions right in his face. dick backing away, when they were actually getting along for once. )

But you know me, right? Jason Todd, the asshole who couldn't stay in his damned grave and came back to fuck everyone over. Doesn't give a shit about anyone except himself, his own revenge, his own problems.

( voice still soft, even if he lets a little of his snide attitude slip into it. )

You're wrong. ( bare hand held out, palm up. an offering of sorts. ) Despite all the crap you losers've put me through, I put my family first. And that kid? He needs a nice, understanding brother. One who'll listen to his problems, help him. Not be a judgmental asshole. And I know you, Dick.

( the anger seeps back into his tone, but just. just barely. he's doing his best. )

One wrong step that you don't like and you give up. I don't give a shit. I'll be the family disappointment, whatever. I'm used to it. So's he. ( damian, who made a mistake. who fucked up and couldn't fix it. who watched dick die and was disowned by his own father. who lost everything in one fell swoop and jason's not letting that happen here. maybe he sucks at this. but he's trying. there's no resentment towards dick, either. nothing negative. he deserves this. jason earned his place. )

And you don't need me like he does.