May 28
where’s my kid.
" Do you even keep track of yours, @54686289399 ? "
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where’s my kid.
" Do you even keep track of yours, @54686289399 ? "
@54686289399 𝗔𝗦𝗞𝗘𝗗: "I neither have the time nor crayons to explain this to you."
ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 Jason stares at him like a dumb DOG, head low and pupils blown wide. His whole body stiff and turned towards the older. Whale eyed and looking for his excuse to BITE. He holds the bandages at his neck from his failed fight with Batman, guarding the stitches. From the much BIGGER DOG in the room.
❝ You don't have any crayons because you are them. ❞ He grumbles. Not his strongest line, but he's nursing his wounds and the bruises on his ego.
❝ You're mad because I got closer to killing Nightwing than you. ❞ Jason hisses at him. ALL BARK. Still he comes to the older beaten and angry. Wanting something and willing to do anything to have it.
❝ What do I have to do for you to train me? ❞