( he says these things to him like they mean something. to jason, they do. to bruce? he has no idea who any of... them are. back where he's from, it's just him and alfred. wayne manor and those who work there, too. other than swapping leads and happenings on the gotham streets with gordon, that's about it in terms of people he has in his life.
selina... he's not sure yet and he's trying not to think too much about that. about her.
another wince, a stretch of his neck, he tilts his head some. stares off across the room they're in again. should he even be hearing any of this from jason? does it even matter? he's taking his frustrations out on him and bruce is just letting him. well, with a purpose. it lets him figure jason out β lets him pinpoint a motive and reason for his actions and the things he says. the things he does. again, he'll have to go back and revisit all of this when he's not on the floor bleeding and in a certain amount of pain. because trying to wrap his head around all of this right now when he barely understands much of where he is to begin with and how he got here... he needs to take it step by step. not all at once.
make sense of it in some way.
all he can think of is the mayor's son sitting there on his bed after his father's murder. just a kid. just like he was once, dealing with that very same tragedy. he can't help but wonder if that's the start of all this... of, apparently, taking in orphaned kids who've lost their parents in an equally brutal way. because he knows that pain... that darkness.
a glance down to jason's handiwork with that needle and thread, he drops his head back against the floor, sigh on his lips. )
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selina... he's not sure yet and he's trying not to think too much about that. about her.
another wince, a stretch of his neck, he tilts his head some. stares off across the room they're in again. should he even be hearing any of this from jason? does it even matter? he's taking his frustrations out on him and bruce is just letting him. well, with a purpose. it lets him figure jason out β lets him pinpoint a motive and reason for his actions and the things he says. the things he does. again, he'll have to go back and revisit all of this when he's not on the floor bleeding and in a certain amount of pain. because trying to wrap his head around all of this right now when he barely understands much of where he is to begin with and how he got here... he needs to take it step by step. not all at once.
make sense of it in some way.
all he can think of is the mayor's son sitting there on his bed after his father's murder. just a kid. just like he was once, dealing with that very same tragedy. he can't help but wonder if that's the start of all this... of, apparently, taking in orphaned kids who've lost their parents in an equally brutal way. because he knows that pain... that darkness.
a glance down to jason's handiwork with that needle and thread, he drops his head back against the floor, sigh on his lips. )
You're not too bad at this.