control ! control ! he’s in control of how he reacts to this ; to stir something out of him is the only thing jason could possibly want. for a moment there is an eerie silence , the lens in his cowl expressing his narrow, but blank white depthless eyes. the next moment he doesn’t remember. there something that SNAPS in him that he’s never felt before … that he’s NEVER let himself feel. vaulting himself forward jason, putting all his momentum into a messy collision with him, gripping the collar of his jacket. ❛ SHUT UP ! SHUT UP ! ❜ he’s SCREAMING at jason in a way he never spoken to anyone before. should he be yelling at the man that was armed to the teeth ? absolutely not, but tim doesn’t care. he doesn’t think about the pistol in jason’s holster, or the dagger, or the stunners. ❛ YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ! ❜ it wasn’t playing when taking up the robin mantle cost him his parents or bart or conner. being a HERO had cost him everything. ❛ YOU THINK YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE THAT SUFFERED !? ❜ his fist is pulled back, the muscles in his arm are coiled tight. there is just nothing more that he’d love to do than to crack that helmet of his. damn if it broke his hand or not. wounds heal and the satisfaction would be well worth it. his jaw clenched tightly … and his arm dropped. ❛ BUT WHAT DO YOU CARE ? YOU’RE SELFISH. ❜ shoving him back, tim turned away from the other searching for his grappling hook to make a quick escape. maybe this was the relationship they would always been doomed to ; a viscous cycle of hurting. but he doesn’t want to think about that now. he just wants to be away from here. / @redwngs