( he's still laughing. raises a bloodied hand up to his face after a moment to wipe his palm against the underside of his eye, before realizing--yep, mask, so jason peels that off with the other hand so he can smear the tears away from the corners of his eyes. laughing so hard he's almost crying, god.

he'd been waiting for more of them to show up, they always do. another tim, maybe a nine year old, freshly robin'd up dick which would have been terrible but--that's something he almost expects. tiny, little freshly bat'd bruce had never even crossed his mind. it complicates things in a way but also makes bruce's arrival so much easier. this jason can handle. this he can laugh over. this is has to take a minute to recover from laughing over, even, but once he does-- )

This's great. You've never even heard of Robin, have you? Just a little baby bat.

( fabric re-extends out to his fingertips with an easy gesture of his wrist, and jason uses the fabric to smear the blood he'd gotten on his face trying to wipe away the tear tracks. jason looks up to bruce, eyes bright. )

I'd been working with Bats since I was thirteen. Almost eleven years. You ain't got shit on me.

( which is clearly, absolutely hilarious. )