flashback | welcome to the titans
“No, I’m not telling you where I am. I know you’ll just track me anyway, so what’s the damn point!?” Jason yelled down the phone, ignoring the stares he was getting from passers-by. Sure, he was causing a scene, but he’d already bussed half-way across the country, so in terms of dramatics, it was hardly ranking high on the list. “We both know you don’t trust me anyway, so when you stop pretending to you can find me just fine!” He hung up with an aggravated sigh, resisting the urge to smash the expensive phone on the ground as he trudged the rest of the way to his intended destination.
The first Greyhound he hopped on, he hadn’t exactly had a destination in mind. He had just been looking for any way to get away from Bruce and his judgement. A few missed calls and another bus ride later, he’d decided on the one place he knew he would find someone just as pissed off with Bruce as he was - even if he’d never met the guy. Besides, San Francisco was supposed to be nice this time of year. “Hey!” He called out just as he saw the door to the apartment complex he had memorised opening - Jason wasn’t the only Robin Bruce apparently kept tabs on. “I’m looking for Richard Grayson. He lives in this building, right?”
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