( jason finishes stitching up the first bite. cuts the end of the thread, and sprays it down again for good measure. moves on to the second without any pause. he'll work on the bandages once he's finished, getting the bleeding to stop is first priority. )

I can see you looking for an escape route, y'know. Window's your best shot, but as fucked up as you are an' as new as you are at this, ( the scarring, it's not nearly as extensive as he would have anticipated. it's bad, but it's not bruce wayne, mid forties, all i care about is the mission bad. ) I'm betting I can take you out before you get that far.

( he said this once before, when he was angry. he's simmered down a little, which means he's less reacting and more calculating. jason doesn't look up from the stitches, knows bruce has his back if he's focused down on patching him up. it's fine, this is fine, this isn't fucked up at all. )

You've got a hoard of us here. ( idly, between shoving the needle through bruce's skin, tying stitches off, moving on to the next. ) Six by my count, we've lost a few. 'm usually second oldest, but the baby had to go an' show up here all grown up.

( rude of damian, really. )

We've got two of me, two of the second youngest--one's fourteen. I don't give a shit what you remember, when you're from--most've them look up to you, to B, ( the softer, teasing tone. for bruce. ) like you're someone they need to strive for approval from. An' I swear, if you fuck over any of 'em, I'll kill you. I don't give a shit what Nightwing does if I do. Say the wrong thing, break any of 'em down, and I'll break you. Got it?