( his fingers have grease on them from fucking around with the igniter. jason doesn't bother looking up when he hears dick wandering around, because he recognizes the sound of his footsteps well enough. knows accelerator by the pattern his cane makes against the ground when he walks, and he's already seen him on the security feed (neural implants can be useful, even if jason still hates it).
so he doesn't look up. just keeps fussing with what's in hand, even as he opens his mouth and keeps talking. )
Accelerator. Ace just fits better. ( he'd ask dick if his bruce also has a shepherd named ace, but bringing up the dog who shares the nickname he's given accelerator in front of him is probably ill-advised, so jason'll leave that for later. he does raise his head after a moment, looks over to accelerator before nodding off towards dick. ) Dickie. An' don't let him play you. Told you he could kick my ass, an' I meant it.
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so he doesn't look up. just keeps fussing with what's in hand, even as he opens his mouth and keeps talking. )
Accelerator. Ace just fits better. ( he'd ask dick if his bruce also has a shepherd named ace, but bringing up the dog who shares the nickname he's given accelerator in front of him is probably ill-advised, so jason'll leave that for later. he does raise his head after a moment, looks over to accelerator before nodding off towards dick. ) Dickie. An' don't let him play you. Told you he could kick my ass, an' I meant it.