( of course he doesn't. he doesn't know about jason's parents, either. doesn't know about the father he'd learned how to steal from, who ended up in jail early in his life. doesn't know about the mother he found dead in a shitty bathtub of a shitty rundown apartment. doesn't know about the mother who died with him in a warehouse explosion after selling him off to the joker. bruce is new. he could tell bruce about artemis, but what's the point? the likelihood of her showing up here is next to nothing. artemis won't mean anything to him, even if a couple years ago, she meant everything to jason.
it's all irrelevant, so he keeps his mouth shut. jason usually knows how to fill the empty space between them, how to keep his mouth running to keep them both busy. but right now, he--just lets the quiet continue.
grunts when they land and it jostles him, again. but he's fine, and he's letting the hud dim down once more after bruce opens the driver's door. jason follows after, standing up with another hiss. it hurts more now that he's not out there, not readying for another fight. the adrenaline rush is gone, and it fucking sucks. he follows bruce over to the medical supplies after noting the location of bruce's new cave in his mapping system. figures it might come in handy at some point, especially given it's in excelsior where jason doesn't have much else. and from the looks of it--bruce has some cool toys laying around.
shit he'll dig into later when bruce isn't down here. snooping is more fun when the owner of the things he's snooping on isn't around.
the look he throws bruce is more--annoyed than anything else. because he sees exactly what bruce is doing. )
I told you I'm fine, didn't I? Don't even think this shit needs stitches-- ( the claw marks on his cheek, which he's compressing the glove bit of his gear back up into the sleeve so he can reach up with bare fingers and run them over it. it's more long than deep, though it's still bleeding, soaking into the collar of his gear. )
Might need a rabies shot. Think it might've spit on me. You think void monsters could have rabies?
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it's all irrelevant, so he keeps his mouth shut. jason usually knows how to fill the empty space between them, how to keep his mouth running to keep them both busy. but right now, he--just lets the quiet continue.
grunts when they land and it jostles him, again. but he's fine, and he's letting the hud dim down once more after bruce opens the driver's door. jason follows after, standing up with another hiss. it hurts more now that he's not out there, not readying for another fight. the adrenaline rush is gone, and it fucking sucks. he follows bruce over to the medical supplies after noting the location of bruce's new cave in his mapping system. figures it might come in handy at some point, especially given it's in excelsior where jason doesn't have much else. and from the looks of it--bruce has some cool toys laying around.
shit he'll dig into later when bruce isn't down here. snooping is more fun when the owner of the things he's snooping on isn't around.
the look he throws bruce is more--annoyed than anything else. because he sees exactly what bruce is doing. )
I told you I'm fine, didn't I? Don't even think this shit needs stitches-- ( the claw marks on his cheek, which he's compressing the glove bit of his gear back up into the sleeve so he can reach up with bare fingers and run them over it. it's more long than deep, though it's still bleeding, soaking into the collar of his gear. )
Might need a rabies shot. Think it might've spit on me. You think void monsters could have rabies?