( jason laughs. it's a short little ha, no humor behind it. the kind of laugh he gives when he's playing at being red hood, the nebulous gotham criminal who's too-often seen around the bat brood to really be a criminal. his tone shifts, lets the bowery accent he usually tries to mask while playing under the stars. it's always audible enough damian can pick it up, so he doubts bruce didn't catch onto it. but he can offer it a little stronger, help bats out a little. )

You really are B under there, aren't you? ( "b". batman, bruce, bitch. usually means one of the three; an edgier tone for batman, a softer, teasing tone for bruce, and an angry, snide one for bitch. this "b" fits somewhere between the first and the second. another hint dropped, and jason takes a step forward. throws the knife up and catches it by the hilt, eyes still focused on bruce himself. )

'll lend you a hand, 'cause I'm feeling generous today. I'll give you two questions, an' I won't lie when I answer them. Can't ask for my name, can't directly ask who I am. Two questions. When you're done with your two, I'm gonna shove this knife straight down into your collar.