a fresh perspective ; secondsonofgotham
secondsonofgotham:
Just as Roy was being pulled away from him, Jason felt the tug of a hand on the back of his own cape. He couldn’t stop the snarl that curled his lip, or the curse that dropped as he felt himself being jerked backwards. He kept his feet under him, but only just barely. He could feel himself starting to spin, to lash out and attack whatever was stopping him from showing that stupid redhead that he was stupid and dumb and so not better than him.
The “Robin!” from Batman’s mouth sounded like a gunshot to him, and he somewhat thanked the combat training Bruce had insisted on for making him snap damn near to attention at the sound.
Jason’s gaze dropped to the ground in shame for losing his temper - again - but his head snapped back up when he heard Roy say that Jason had started it. That growl was back, but a quick jerk to the back of his collar - like a dog, he belatedly realized - forced him to stop.
“He was picking the fight, B. I was just finishing what he started,” he mumbled. The small shake from Batman made him shut his mouth again. “Sorry, Batman.”
“Home. Now,” came the rumbling voice of Batman, and Jason’s face fell. Shit. Here he was, trying to prove himself as Robin, partner of Batman, and he was being sent home like an out of control child. Double shit. “I’ll let Alfred know you’re on your way.”
Roy couldn’t have given a rat’s ass about what the Boy Blunder was doing now. His attention was fully focused on his own embarrassment and Oliver’s myriad of emotions, filtering across his face one at a time as he tried to think of how to deal with this situation. The Green Arrow was not a natural father, not that he’d ever tried to claim to be (nor had he ever tried to replace Roy’s own father - really, he’d spent more effort being a cool uncle or something similar than he had putting in the man hours to being a real dad, but that was a problem for another day), and given the recent spats the two had been having, it was understandable that he was struggling with how to handle Roy and his short temper.
Not that Roy gave a shit about any of it.
The speech Oliver started went through one ear and straight out the other without Roy registering a second of it until he caught the phrase he’d half been expecting to hear. “Go back to the hotel?” he all but growled, spinning back on his heels to glare at his mentor. “I’m not a fucking child, Oliver!”
“You’re acting like one,” the blonde retorted, only making Roy’s irritation burn even hotter. Rather than dignify him with a response, the teenager stormed off, headed for the edge of the building and dropped down from the roof to the streets below. He’d go back to the hotel to change, but then he was exploring Gotham and getting the night to himself. Maybe he’d track down a few thugs and beat the shit out of them. Anything to take his mind off the shit fest of a first meeting.
Friends with the new Robin? Yeah, that was out the window.
