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Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake.
Jason Todd, while singing (via incorrectbatmanquotes)
Guess the age my muse lost their virginity
“I owe you nothing, Jason.”
“You’re right. You don’t.”
She stopped again, letting her brain catch back up with her emotions. Barbara could hear it Jason’s voice. He did care, and that was probably the problem; he cared too much and refused to show it.
The boy had turned cold, and now she wasn’t sure if the damage that had been done could be fixed. Another few beats of silence passed as Barbara ran his words through her mind again.
“…is that what you want then?” Her tone was quiet and careful. She wasn’t making an accusation, and her words lacked most emotion. “Do you want me to go? Move on?”
He mutters a short string of curses in Arabic, a lingering habit from his days with Talia, and rakes one hand through his hair roughly. He’s far more angry at himself than her. He was always angry, but he doesn’t think he could be angry at her if he tried.
Jason’s stomach drops abruptly when he hears the emotionless blankness in her voice. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He ignores the guilt as best he can for now; he can drown it in blood or vodka later, just like he drowns everything else.
“No.” he admits, his voice low and quiet. “No. I don’t want you to leave. But it’s for the best, in the long run, so... God. Can’t you go find somebody who isn’t a homicidal dick? Actually, that’s it-- go find Dick. He liked you, back in the day, probably still does. He’ll be good to you, Babs.”
when i grew up fast, i guess i grew up mean there's a thousand things inside my head i wish i ain't seen and now i just wander through a real bad dream feelin' like I'm coming apart at the seams
thank you, jack daniel's old number seven tennessee whiskey got me drinking in heaven angels start to look good to me they're gonna have to deport me to the fiery deep
i know i can't stay here too long 'cause i can't go a week without doin' wrong
ooc; okay but i sweAR uptown funk would be bb robin jason's jam, you have read my mind
that’s my secret cap: i’m always reading everyone’s minds
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“I owe you nothing, Jason.”
“You’re right. You don’t.”
“You insult the people you like,” she said, “and you push the people you should hold close as far away as you can.”
“People who like you, Jason? You throw them away like junk mail!”
Her freckled face flushed with anger. “You don’t really expect me to give all the time and get nothing in return, do you?”
Jason doesn’t have anything to say to that at first; at least, nothing that wouldn’t reveal more emotion than he wants to. He just swallows, glancing away so she can’t see his face. “...It ever occur to you that I’m pushing people away so I can get the hurting them part over with and they can move on?”
His voice feels caustic in his throat, the words burning through the sudden lump in it. “Wouldn’t you? If you had to hurt people you care about once to make sure it would never happen again, wouldn’t you?” There’s a tinge of desperation in his tone-- say I’m right, please, don’t say I’m a fuck-up, just understand what I’m trying to do, for the love of god, please.
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i’m the guy eating crackers
“I owe you nothing, Jason.”
“You’re right. You don’t.”
Barbara paused, trying to decide if she was more hurt or pissed off by his words. “…you’re an asshole and unpredictable.”
Yeah, definitely pissed.
“Mm, yeah, that’s fair.” Jason agrees without an ounce of shame, nodding. “Still. I’m your asshole, yeah?”
“You think to approach me with a gun?” She was insulted, honestly. Anyone who thought to come at her with such a crude weapon deserved whatever came to them. “Consider your next move with exception care. You’re being watched.” From all sides, no less; her children wouldn’t let anything happen to their mother.
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“I’ve got this instead, if you’d prefer.” He didn’t have a personal problem with Ivy; if anything, he slightly respected her. She had a history of protecting the children of Gotham when no one else did, after all. “I’m not here to burn your garden down-- yet. This is just the memo I’m giving to all the, ah, greyer criminals in town. My rules, specifically. They’re pretty short, you shouldn’t need to write ‘em down. But I digress. Don’t hurt kids, or women, or any innocent person. Are we clear?”
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Send me a ship, and I’ll reply with:
Who would throw the other in the pool:
Who is the better carer when the other is sick:
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“I owe you nothing, Jason.”
“You’re right. You don’t.”
“I don’t know! I don’t know why you’re so shitty half the time, and I don’t know why all of the good times are amazing and the bad times are horrible.”
“Excuse you, I’m shitty all the time.” Jason says first with false offense before becoming more serious. “...Damnit, Babs. What do you want me to say? That we’re just too different to work? That I’m just not the same kid you knew?”
