( he has to wonder how long jason plans on pressing his knee into his chest because, while the batsuit helps cushion it some, jason's still heavy.
though he knows, in part, it's a means to keep him here with him β to keep him from slipping into the darkness pooled out beneath him which, ironically enough, has varying levels of meaning to it which so few can either see or understand; jason seems to be one of those few.
staring to him for a long moment there through the black greasepaint smeared across his face, he closes his eyes and lets himself sigh a little to himself. )
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though he knows, in part, it's a means to keep him here with him β to keep him from slipping into the darkness pooled out beneath him which, ironically enough, has varying levels of meaning to it which so few can either see or understand; jason seems to be one of those few.
staring to him for a long moment there through the black greasepaint smeared across his face, he closes his eyes and lets himself sigh a little to himself. )
You're heavy.