Jason : *breaks into Ric Graysonâs apartment in an attempt at rekindling his memory*
Ric : *attacks Jason and ends up knocking him out*Â
Jasonâs last thought before succumbing to unconsciousness : damn, baby boi can really pack a punch now. ngl, that shits kinda hawtâ
*About 20 minutes later or so*
Jason : *slowly coming back to consciousness*
Jason : *realizes that heâs tied to a chair*
Jason : well shit someoneâs gotten hella kinky Â
Ric : so. what do you want with me ?
Ric : to lure me away under nightfall and murder me ?
Jason : ok. omg. wow. no. slow down there honey bunches. my name is Jason Todd.
Ric : *the rapid blink of a lost child*Â
Jason : really ? nothin ? nothin at all ? no hazy memory of a man about my height with my good looks bendinâ ya sideways over the clubman bars of my motorcycle and taking that ass six ways from Sunday ?
Ric : *grabs a frying pan* I WONâT HESITATE TO SEND YOU BACK INTO OBLIVION JACKASS
Jason : WHOA ! calm down hot stuff ! Iâm doinâ nothin but tellinâ the truth here
Ric : I beg to argue with you on that. youâre not my type
Jason : *bursts out laughing* no shit??? what is your type then. ya likeâem older ?
Jason : older with a thick pocket book ? yeah, somethinâ tells me youâre a bit of a Sugar Baby
Ric : that shitâs not your business. now tell me the REAL truth about who you areÂ
Jason : Jason Todd. your former boo
Ric : *raises frying pan* BACK INTO OBLIVION IT IS THEN
Ric : either cough up the truth or get bitch slapped by iron !
Jason : it seems you leave me no choice...
Jason : ...here comes the smoulder
Jason : ...this is kinda an off day for me this doesnât normally happen...đ
Ric : PREPARE TO EAT IRON MOTHERFUCKERâ!!