You saying you don't trust me with myself? Wow, Dickie.
( not that he's wrong, and jason's snarky tone makes it pretty clear he knows dick isn't wrong. this is jason vs jason round three as far it goes for him, and he'd beaten the shit out of the first one, then stabbed the second. he was actually fond of his minime, nineteen, angry, and still brandishing the robin sigil. his other copy--he was less fond of. but the feeling was mutual, and they'd never quite gotten over it before jason had been pulled up and out of new amsterdam over to here. probably better that way.
the beer gets set down on the edge of the pool table, before jason's moving to reach for one of the cues. )
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( not that he's wrong, and jason's snarky tone makes it pretty clear he knows dick isn't wrong. this is jason vs jason round three as far it goes for him, and he'd beaten the shit out of the first one, then stabbed the second. he was actually fond of his minime, nineteen, angry, and still brandishing the robin sigil. his other copy--he was less fond of. but the feeling was mutual, and they'd never quite gotten over it before jason had been pulled up and out of new amsterdam over to here. probably better that way.
the beer gets set down on the edge of the pool table, before jason's moving to reach for one of the cues. )