( luckily for both of them, part of being a robin is learning to interpret bruce's inability to use words. jason knows how to talk to bruce without getting a response back, even if it's starting to piss him off again. he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and squats down to the right of bruce.
there's no one else here, but he lowers his voice anyway. ) It's Jason. Jason Todd. I'm adopted. Or I was, before I died. ( but he's not dead now. and he's not breaking into that just yet. doesn't want to tell the story like this, he wants to make it hurt. even if he's currently working on fixing bruce and his shit wounds up. can't let the man die, even if he's pissed at him.
how old is he? late twenties? when did he pick up dick, again? right around then, wasn't it? )
Take it off, I don't wanna have to spend time trying to figure out how you've boobytrapped your shit.
( the armor, it's in his way. is bruce bleeding out? maybe. does jason care? no. yes. but not enough to pull at clasps waiting for something to pop out and bite him. )
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there's no one else here, but he lowers his voice anyway. ) It's Jason. Jason Todd. I'm adopted. Or I was, before I died. ( but he's not dead now. and he's not breaking into that just yet. doesn't want to tell the story like this, he wants to make it hurt. even if he's currently working on fixing bruce and his shit wounds up. can't let the man die, even if he's pissed at him.
how old is he? late twenties? when did he pick up dick, again? right around then, wasn't it? )
Take it off, I don't wanna have to spend time trying to figure out how you've boobytrapped your shit.
( the armor, it's in his way. is bruce bleeding out? maybe. does jason care? no. yes. but not enough to pull at clasps waiting for something to pop out and bite him. )