[At the mention of Max, Thad winces slightly, but says nothing.
Robin and Superboy...
He couldn't imagine Bart's friends would be too happy to see him no matter what version of them showed up. That could be a problem for him. Maybe Superboy would "deal", but Robin was a Bat, and they didn't typically just sit on their hands. He was also one of the only Young Justice members whose civilian identity he didn't know, he wouldn't even recognize him if he ran into him out of costume. Robin could easily catch him by surprise if he wanted to. Not exactly comforting.
And if the two of them both refused to "deal" and worked together...big problem. ]
[The knowledge that whatever he did here wouldn't matter, that he would probably just forget all of it, was also not comforting. It made him feel hollowed out, with only a thin line of panic to take up the space. The idea that any memories he made here would just be stolen from him was a fresh new kind of hell on its own. But Bart trying to offer a chance at a real life, only to drop the fact that when he went home it would probably be ripped away. That he'd just be set blindly back on the path he was created for...It was almost cruel.
Maybe Bart had made his peace with dying, but Thad sure hadn't made peace with the idea that he was likely the cause. He'd only just made the decision to let Bart and Max go. To take control of his life, and confront his creator. And in a few hour time, Bart Allen had come sliding back into his life to smack those notions down and tell him that it didn't matter. And nothing he did here mattered. The tease that maybe that wouldn't be the case for them, felt like nothing more than a cold comfort.
The most likely outcome was that he would do what he was created to do. But it was all okay, because Bart was okay with dying, so why not make something of the pointless time he had here?
He tried to feel angry about it, grasped desperately for the feeling. Anger would be comforting right now. But he couldn't dredge it up. The hallow panic stubbornly persisted.]
CW: suicidal ideation, attempted murder
Robin and Superboy...
He couldn't imagine Bart's friends would be too happy to see him no matter what version of them showed up. That could be a problem for him. Maybe Superboy would "deal", but Robin was a Bat, and they didn't typically just sit on their hands. He was also one of the only Young Justice members whose civilian identity he didn't know, he wouldn't even recognize him if he ran into him out of costume. Robin could easily catch him by surprise if he wanted to. Not exactly comforting.
And if the two of them both refused to "deal" and worked together...big problem. ]
[The knowledge that whatever he did here wouldn't matter, that he would probably just forget all of it, was also not comforting. It made him feel hollowed out, with only a thin line of panic to take up the space. The idea that any memories he made here would just be stolen from him was a fresh new kind of hell on its own. But Bart trying to offer a chance at a real life, only to drop the fact that when he went home it would probably be ripped away. That he'd just be set blindly back on the path he was created for...It was almost cruel.
Maybe Bart had made his peace with dying, but Thad sure hadn't made peace with the idea that he was likely the cause. He'd only just made the decision to let Bart and Max go. To take control of his life, and confront his creator. And in a few hour time, Bart Allen had come sliding back into his life to smack those notions down and tell him that it didn't matter. And nothing he did here mattered. The tease that maybe that wouldn't be the case for them, felt like nothing more than a cold comfort.
The most likely outcome was that he would do what he was created to do. But it was all okay, because Bart was okay with dying, so why not make something of the pointless time he had here?
He tried to feel angry about it, grasped desperately for the feeling. Anger would be comforting right now. But he couldn't dredge it up. The hallow panic stubbornly persisted.]
This is...[A lot. Too much.]
I...I need to think. Away from you.