( they're both being absolute lunatics about this whole thing. jason's always fucked up, always crazy, no one even tries to think of a good excuse for why he starts screaming and causing havoc anymore. he's temperamental, a menace who doesn't know how the hell to control himself. which he's showing here, isn't he? that he is a loose cannon off a leach, ready to bite out bile the moment someone starts throwing it at him.
dick leans in, presses hard against the hand at jason's chest and he's four seconds from losing his shit, from pushing back and lashing out with fists because that's all jason todd knows how to do, isn't it. punch and hit and hurt.
not anymore. dick takes a moment to recenter himself, and so does jason. takes a breath in, lets it out. and takes a step forward, sliding that hand up (carefully, there's no indication of an attack, none of jason's muscles tense) and touch fingertips to just above the collar of dick's shirt. sparks the blue light from their chests, lets dick feel what he's feeling. )
I'm sorry. ( it's genuine, there's remorse behind his words. ) It's--an empathy bond. Sparked by touch. Weird as hell, I hate it, but.
( it helps with this. and makes it obvious that jason--isn't mad at dick. there's no anger or resentment directed towards dick, just that never-ending guilt, magnified by dick showing up. he's sorry he fucked up, sorry he broke a promise, sorry he's a huge piece of shit who can't even be there for the people he cares about properly. jason is a mess. but he's trying. )
Look. ( voice low, quiet, steady. ) I'm trying here. I'm shit at it. I know. I just-- ( god. nevermind. let's not go down that path. ) Things're different now. I'm not going to fight you, even if I was up to par to try it. I don't want to.
( he's hurt all of them enough already. jason's caused a lot of problems, he doesn't want to cause more. he just wanted to be part of something, fucked all that up enough on his own. deep breaths. there is still that anger, too, but it's. all at himself. all of it. jason is the fuck up. jason is the one who ruined everything. dick did nothing wrong. especially not a dick who apparently doesn't even know what the hell he's talking about. )
We're fine. Right? Fineish. We're not getting out of here any time soon, but I'm working on leads. I need you to take care of Damian. That's all I meant. I'm not here to start yelling at you.
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dick leans in, presses hard against the hand at jason's chest and he's four seconds from losing his shit, from pushing back and lashing out with fists because that's all jason todd knows how to do, isn't it. punch and hit and hurt.
not anymore. dick takes a moment to recenter himself, and so does jason. takes a breath in, lets it out. and takes a step forward, sliding that hand up (carefully, there's no indication of an attack, none of jason's muscles tense) and touch fingertips to just above the collar of dick's shirt. sparks the blue light from their chests, lets dick feel what he's feeling. )
I'm sorry. ( it's genuine, there's remorse behind his words. ) It's--an empathy bond. Sparked by touch. Weird as hell, I hate it, but.
( it helps with this. and makes it obvious that jason--isn't mad at dick. there's no anger or resentment directed towards dick, just that never-ending guilt, magnified by dick showing up. he's sorry he fucked up, sorry he broke a promise, sorry he's a huge piece of shit who can't even be there for the people he cares about properly. jason is a mess. but he's trying. )
Look. ( voice low, quiet, steady. ) I'm trying here. I'm shit at it. I know. I just-- ( god. nevermind. let's not go down that path. ) Things're different now. I'm not going to fight you, even if I was up to par to try it. I don't want to.
( he's hurt all of them enough already. jason's caused a lot of problems, he doesn't want to cause more. he just wanted to be part of something, fucked all that up enough on his own. deep breaths. there is still that anger, too, but it's. all at himself. all of it. jason is the fuck up. jason is the one who ruined everything. dick did nothing wrong. especially not a dick who apparently doesn't even know what the hell he's talking about. )
We're fine. Right? Fineish. We're not getting out of here any time soon, but I'm working on leads. I need you to take care of Damian. That's all I meant. I'm not here to start yelling at you.