( jason has never been a favorite. it's--something he's learned to live with. even with roy, roy had dick first. kori had dick first. babs had dick. bruce always preferred him. hell, damian loves dick best, and that's just. how life is. he's learned to accept it. never being someone's number one in life, always being second best or less.
being. . a best part of someone's life is.
god, damian must have really had an absolute shitfest with it if that's true. jason knows what kind of kid he was. how he never listened. how he started shit without thinking about consequences, the amount of hope being robin brought into his shit existence. he remembers his mother before that, the efforts he went through to protect her, how much it hurt when he found her on the bathroom floor. the shift in his life after dick had handed over his old suit, gave him a phone number to call just in case, because bruce couldn't talk worth jack shit.
that's his biggest problem. don't let it be yours. )
I get it. ( he says finally, turns himself over and sits up to look to damian. keeps his expression carefully neutral. ) What it feels like to have a temper you can't control. How much it hurts when it spills over and you lose it. When you realize how much you've fucked up and you can't take it back. Apologies don't fix that shit. So you just--try and cover it with other shit. Sarcasm. Pretend like it didn't matter at all.
( a breath in, deep. )
I know what being the outcast feels like. The one no one knows how to deal with, so they just--lock you away, throw out the key. Trying to talk about it just comes out a fucking mess, because everything feels like a mess and you don't know how to deal with it. The hurt, the pain, the anger. ( and he lowers his breath, lets the hurt bleed into his expression and tone. ) I don't want that for you. Not ever again.
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being. . a best part of someone's life is.
god, damian must have really had an absolute shitfest with it if that's true. jason knows what kind of kid he was. how he never listened. how he started shit without thinking about consequences, the amount of hope being robin brought into his shit existence. he remembers his mother before that, the efforts he went through to protect her, how much it hurt when he found her on the bathroom floor. the shift in his life after dick had handed over his old suit, gave him a phone number to call just in case, because bruce couldn't talk worth jack shit.
that's his biggest problem. don't let it be yours. )
I get it. ( he says finally, turns himself over and sits up to look to damian. keeps his expression carefully neutral. ) What it feels like to have a temper you can't control. How much it hurts when it spills over and you lose it. When you realize how much you've fucked up and you can't take it back. Apologies don't fix that shit. So you just--try and cover it with other shit. Sarcasm. Pretend like it didn't matter at all.
( a breath in, deep. )
I know what being the outcast feels like. The one no one knows how to deal with, so they just--lock you away, throw out the key. Trying to talk about it just comes out a fucking mess, because everything feels like a mess and you don't know how to deal with it. The hurt, the pain, the anger. ( and he lowers his breath, lets the hurt bleed into his expression and tone. ) I don't want that for you. Not ever again.