[ See, this was a relatively normal (as much as it could be) stroll before his eyes bug out and he snorts so loudly he could be a choking coke addict. ]
Babs and Tim? That's hilarious, get out of here. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!
[ He eyes the other male, surprised by his quite extreme reaction. So the replacement and Babs weren't a thing here, alright.
He shrugs, only adding to the gossip; ]
They've recently been celebrating on their honeymoon. He calls her Hunny. Hunny. I can't with how lovey-dovey they behave even on patrol, it's hella awkward.
[ A small sigh; ]
So apparently Babs and Drake aren't even close to a thing here, you're gay, what else is there to know? Did the old man finally get it going with Supes or what?
[ Pinching his brow to try and stem a very Hood-shaped headache. ]
Tim is dating Steph, Babs ... last I knew she was with some other guy, I just got out of a relationship so incredibly straight I almost got her accidentally pregnant and I am not gay.
[ Breathe, he tells himself. ]
Clark is with the Lois from his world, I think. They have a son called Jon who is Damian's age and the two are adorable brats together.
[ Jason scoffs at what Dick says, dismissing it like he knew the other man was bullshitting him. ]
Right. Repressed bisexual then, sorry.
[ Last time he checked, straight people didn't blush about such an assumption when it isn't true. Not that it was his business. He just liked messing with the man too much.
It doesn't matter that he used to crush on him so hard that he had to find excuses for the excessive amount of cold showers he'd been taking in the batcave.
They pass a small corner shop in which Jason buys a package of cigarettes and a lighter, putting a lighted one into his mouth as he takes a drag, squinting his eyes at the other male from time to time. ]
[ He doesn't ask him not to smoke but the disapproving look Dick bends on the cigarette says he thinks it should pay for that repressed bisexual comment. Blue eyes flicker up in surprise, widening. ]
Damian. Bruce's actual son, the new Robin after Tim.
[ Does Damian not exist in Jason's universe? Or maybe he hasn't been born yet, who knows. ]
His mother is Talia al Ghul, she and Ra's raised him to be a psycho but we ... calmed him down a lot once Bruce took custody. He's twelve now.
[ Jason raises an eyebrow, lifting his chin to take a look at Dick. Exhaling a cloud of smoke as he turns to watch streets again, it doesn't take him long to say; ]
So another kid he drags into his crusade? And talk about not siding with the enemy -- sounds like he bonded real good with this one.
[ Jason is sceptical about this whole 'new Robin' deal, and he shows it by pushing all the smoke out of his lungs followed by a snort. ]
Right. Let's hope the brat doesn't cause any trouble while I'm here. I ain't plannin' on sparing anyone.
[ They continue their walk, Jason falling into silence as he tries to make sense of all this. Another hooded guy, looking like your typical drug addict, bumps Jason's shoulder hard as he rushes past him. The man turns to yell Watch your fucking step, dumbass!, which has the scarred ex-Robin clench his hand around the knife in his pocket. It didn't take much to drive Jason mad; his fingers tickled out of need to use it and he turns, starting to storm towards the man. He grabs him by the collar and spins him around, ready to punch, until he feels a strong hand hold him back.
Jason glances into Dick's face, his own eyes glowing a venomous green, and he remembers not to lose it. Not here, not that easily. He remembers his training, his breathing technique. He looks back at the man who had gone quiet, eyes widened, and quietly speaks to him with a voice that made it clear he'd consider changing his mind; ]
Move. Along.
[ He releases the guy with a hard push and turns back to face Dick who seemed more than not okay with this. ]
We better leave before I start losing my shit here.
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Babs and Tim? That's hilarious, get out of here. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!
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He shrugs, only adding to the gossip; ]
They've recently been celebrating on their honeymoon. He calls her Hunny. Hunny. I can't with how lovey-dovey they behave even on patrol, it's hella awkward.
[ A small sigh; ]
So apparently Babs and Drake aren't even close to a thing here, you're gay, what else is there to know? Did the old man finally get it going with Supes or what?
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Tim is dating Steph, Babs ... last I knew she was with some other guy, I just got out of a relationship so incredibly straight I almost got her accidentally pregnant and I am not gay.
[ Breathe, he tells himself. ]
Clark is with the Lois from his world, I think. They have a son called Jon who is Damian's age and the two are adorable brats together.
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Right. Repressed bisexual then, sorry.
[ Last time he checked, straight people didn't blush about such an assumption when it isn't true.
Not that it was his business. He just liked messing with the man too much.
It doesn't matter that he used to crush on him so hard that he had to find excuses for the excessive amount of cold showers he'd been taking in the batcave.
They pass a small corner shop in which Jason buys a package of cigarettes and a lighter, putting a lighted one into his mouth as he takes a drag, squinting his eyes at the other male from time to time. ]
And who the hell is Damian?
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Damian. Bruce's actual son, the new Robin after Tim.
[ Does Damian not exist in Jason's universe? Or maybe he hasn't been born yet, who knows. ]
His mother is Talia al Ghul, she and Ra's raised him to be a psycho but we ... calmed him down a lot once Bruce took custody. He's twelve now.
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So another kid he drags into his crusade? And talk about not siding with the enemy -- sounds like he bonded real good with this one.
sorry i'm late, i got swamped irl!
[ Begrudgingly while peering into shop windows they pass on the street, he adds, ]
Better than Bruce.
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Right. Let's hope the brat doesn't cause any trouble while I'm here. I ain't plannin' on sparing anyone.
[ They continue their walk, Jason falling into silence as he tries to make sense of all this. Another hooded guy, looking like your typical drug addict, bumps Jason's shoulder hard as he rushes past him. The man turns to yell Watch your fucking step, dumbass!, which has the scarred ex-Robin clench his hand around the knife in his pocket. It didn't take much to drive Jason mad; his fingers tickled out of need to use it and he turns, starting to storm towards the man.
He grabs him by the collar and spins him around, ready to punch, until he feels a strong hand hold him back.
Jason glances into Dick's face, his own eyes glowing a venomous green, and he remembers not to lose it. Not here, not that easily. He remembers his training, his breathing technique. He looks back at the man who had gone quiet, eyes widened, and quietly speaks to him with a voice that made it clear he'd consider changing his mind; ]
Move. Along.
[ He releases the guy with a hard push and turns back to face Dick who seemed more than not okay with this. ]
We better leave before I start losing my shit here.