( this is probably as close to a deep conversation he's had with any bruce since he was--well, maybe ever. when he'd been younger, jason had been more willing to talk, but he'd also been - happier, less messy, adaptable; he wanted to be good, to be robin, and he'd pushed himself towards that rather than dwell on all the bullshit he'd gone through in his childhood, so there hadn't been a need for it.
now? he's a mess. one who's shit at talking through his problems, because every time he tries, someone opens their mouth and pisses him off, sets him off and not in a good way. he's talked to tim, which jason would argue he doesn't really deserve even though tim would say that's stupid. bruce puts his hand on jason's shoulder, and jason tips his head to look at it for a moment before he's pulling himself up to his feet and walking to the cabinets. )
Want a drink? I've got whiskey, bourbon, and Rayner's hipster beer.
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now? he's a mess. one who's shit at talking through his problems, because every time he tries, someone opens their mouth and pisses him off, sets him off and not in a good way. he's talked to tim, which jason would argue he doesn't really deserve even though tim would say that's stupid. bruce puts his hand on jason's shoulder, and jason tips his head to look at it for a moment before he's pulling himself up to his feet and walking to the cabinets. )
Want a drink? I've got whiskey, bourbon, and Rayner's hipster beer.