( what a way to make jason go from walking beside bruce, to ready to shoot him in the face. he's used to that voice. he's heard it directed at him many times, in numerous contexts. he turns in towards bruce, too. takes a step closer even, gets right into his space so when he opens his mouth, when he does his best batman growl, it's being shoved right into bruce's face. )

I ain't you. Not this you, not the you I know. I don't take in sad little kids with dead mommies and daddies, or ones who never cared about 'em, give 'em a place to belong, then send them out in bright colors to play distraction while I fuck over idiots on the streets of Gotham. If it were up to me, he wouldn't be out there at all. But it's not, is it? I can't tell him no, 'cause then he's going to go and do it behind my back. I can't police the shit he does, 'cause then he isn't going to trust me when shit comes up. I'd know, 'cause that's how I died.

( a step closer, and he juts his chin out. manages a look that fits between petulant child and bruce's signature batman scowl. )

Go to hell.