"Does it matter?" It doesn't come off harsh just--tired. Jason has several regrets about the way the first couple years of him back in Gotham went. He's apologized for it, or tried to, a few times. It was messy, he shouldn't have taken any of it out on Tim, on Damian--Dick deserved it a little but not to the extent Jason pushed.

Eyes roll behind the mask, before Jason's shoving the rest of the donut into his mouth. "I started fights with everyone. B, Nightwing, you. Our littlest Robin when he came 'round. I was angry. Felt like I'd been replaced, like B'd learned nothing after what happened to me." Hand emptied of donut, Jason reaches back for Tim. Shoves his palm down onto his head to ruffle his hair. "Won't lie and say I'm over it, but I'm less angry about it now."