( the laugh just sets in that jason's gut instinct was, in all likelihood, right. which is all that really matters here. he reaches a hand out to take the knife, and tucks that one back in against the curve of his spine. the throwing knives he'd tossed dick's way are all well-kept; sharp, weighted well. he's not keeping shit on him that'll fuck him over, and he wouldn't hand over a shit toy to a kid either. )
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If I was gonna make it easy on myself, I would.