[He says it lightly, but he means it. If either of them were in a physical position to do something about it, Dick knows that this situation would have escalated much more quickly than it did, with a much slower down period, at the first sign of Jason's threatening comments.
When the further information comes- Dick can't stop the confusion from curling around the bond, or the way it makes his brows furrow. Can't help the soft pang of sorrow- longing. Thinking of Tim lately, his first little brother, if he's more honest with himself than he likes to be- hurts. He's pushed him away, made moves he can't undo- doesn't want to- and their already fractured family has broken even further as a result.
Even before then, something like this was so far out of reach, the idea of it is laughable. Except that he can see Jason means it, can feel that- There's a sharp pulse of grief, of guilt, of self-loathing, before Dick's trying to stamp it down has hard as he can.
Nightwing and Bludhaven are far removed from him now. The last thing he wants to do is get into it now, so rather shortly-] There is no Bludhaven. No NW. Just the big, bad B.
[And his tone does nothing to suggest he'll take arguments or questions on the subject. His grip on Jason's wrist slackens- almost like he's determined to draw away, when he can't control what does and doesn't come through the link- but this is the first time he's felt like he's understood Jason, even a little- so he's sticking it out for the moment, no matter how uncomfortable.
There's wry amusement- the kind that strongly suggests, 'nice try'. He can't say he wasn't expecting it- but the more loathe Jason is to share the information or what he's doing- experience says it's more necessary for Dick to get involved, if only so all involved parties walk away.
The discomfort he'd felt earlier only gets stronger, and it takes Dick a moment to realize it's not coming from him- but crests with the way Jason moves. His head tilts, regarding him carefully]
no subject
[He says it lightly, but he means it. If either of them were in a physical position to do something about it, Dick knows that this situation would have escalated much more quickly than it did, with a much slower down period, at the first sign of Jason's threatening comments.
When the further information comes- Dick can't stop the confusion from curling around the bond, or the way it makes his brows furrow. Can't help the soft pang of sorrow- longing. Thinking of Tim lately, his first little brother, if he's more honest with himself than he likes to be- hurts. He's pushed him away, made moves he can't undo- doesn't want to- and their already fractured family has broken even further as a result.
Even before then, something like this was so far out of reach, the idea of it is laughable. Except that he can see Jason means it, can feel that- There's a sharp pulse of grief, of guilt, of self-loathing, before Dick's trying to stamp it down has hard as he can.
Nightwing and Bludhaven are far removed from him now. The last thing he wants to do is get into it now, so rather shortly-] There is no Bludhaven. No NW. Just the big, bad B.
[And his tone does nothing to suggest he'll take arguments or questions on the subject. His grip on Jason's wrist slackens- almost like he's determined to draw away, when he can't control what does and doesn't come through the link- but this is the first time he's felt like he's understood Jason, even a little- so he's sticking it out for the moment, no matter how uncomfortable.
There's wry amusement- the kind that strongly suggests, 'nice try'. He can't say he wasn't expecting it- but the more loathe Jason is to share the information or what he's doing- experience says it's more necessary for Dick to get involved, if only so all involved parties walk away.
The discomfort he'd felt earlier only gets stronger, and it takes Dick a moment to realize it's not coming from him- but crests with the way Jason moves. His head tilts, regarding him carefully]
What happened to you?