“You should leave. For your own good.”
for muns who hate happiness ; accepting ; pastson
“FOR MY OWN GOOD?“ and the younger man snorts back at that assessment. there is a shake of his head, jaw tensing and the usual signals in jason’s body when he is ready to fight. “you know jack shit what would be good for me, man. perhaps it should be you who should leave.“ and green eyes shine bright as hands stay on his side, carefully close into fists. “I know what’s good for me. No one is the boss of me. Not you, and not Batman. so fuck off.”










