conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 84 (masterpost here)
Tim: hey Jay, i'm coming up behind you, what's up?
Tim: what are we doing? *a beat* is that Damian?
Jason: yeah he's working with Dick tonight. Dick's inside the warehouse.
Tim: ...why are you watching him like a creepy stalker?
Jason: i dunno. just been... introspective, lately.
Tim, jokily: about how being a teen dad ruined your life?
Tim: ok, well about what then?
Jason: i dunno. you know how people say that they get to the same age as their mom was when they were born, and then have a mental breakdown because they couldn't imagine for the life of them being in charge of a human baby?
Jason: yeah. well. i dunno. Day's fourteen now. he's only a couple months older than i was when i died.
Tim: oh, and it's making you think about how young you were when it happened?
Jason: *considering noise* ehh, not really. i'm just- just- just look at him down there. all small. a clear child.
Tim, bland: he's the same height as me.
Jason: and you're weird and small so my point still stands.
Tim: *slightly irritated* mhm. what's your point?
Jason: can you fucking imagine him going through airport security by himself?
Tim, now amused: sorry, what?
Jason: i was fucking barely fourteen, and i was just waltzing through that airport with no supervision, passport and boarding pass to Ethiopia in hand, not a care in the world. could you imagine Damian doing that by himself at his age?!?
Tim: *snort* i- i mean, no. i guess times have changed, i don't actually think he'd be allowed to fly by himself.
Jason: -and to Ethiopia-! a country he's never been to before, no guide or place to stay, nobody waiting to show him around--he's so fucking young!
Tim: Jay, you know he's not going to Ethiopia by himself, right? that was you.
Jason: -BUT COULD YOU FUCKING IMAGINE?!?!?
Tim, placating: yea- ok, ok you're right, it would be wild. but it's fine because he's not going to need to go anywhere by himself. he has you to hold his passport, right? he'll never have to go through airport security by himself in his life if he doesn't want to.
Jason: i got a taxi to the airport--i just full on got into a car with a stranger- i took a NAP on the way there. with a STRANGER in the car.
Tim: i mean isn't that how you got adopted in the first place-
Jason: HE'S SO FUCKING YOUNG-
Tim, morbidly curious: dude are you tearing up?
Jason: i haven't slept in three days.
Bruce: ok i don't know what's happening with you all over there but can you knock it off? i'm supposed to be working with the Justice League tonight, why is Damian texting me telling me to 'tell your other children to stop crying at me from rooftops like i can't fucking see them'.
Jason: shit we've been got-
Tim: for the record Jason is the only one crying.
Bruce, tiredly: just stop harassing your little brother.
*faint notification beep*
Bruce: ...and Tim stop flipping him off.