Aug 11, 2025
road trip existentialism, chapter 2 by beemotionpicture
"You could've made a web search instead of texting me, you know," Dick says over the phone, unfairly chipper. Jason glares at the view outside the plane's window. "You could've just texted back," he says petulantly. "But why? You messaged me." Here comes Dick Grayson with his faultlessly illogical logic, the good older brother who makes sure to answer the phone when there are little to no stakes, only to be missing whenever Jason really needs his help. Jason ignores him. "That was a conversation starter, not an open invitation to waste airtime." "We're gonna have to workshop that before you ever decide to go speed dating," Dick quips. Jason gives an emphatic, "Fuck you."
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