so goddamn angry. that joker was dead, gone for good, and bruce couldn't just leave it be. he wouldn't have had to do anything, he could have just. . . waited it out. it all would have been over. none of them would have gotten fucked up by the joker again. countless lives wouldn't have been lost. jason wouldn't have had reason to return to gotham as angry as he had.
but none of that is on tim. and tim has taken enough of jason's anger being misdirected his way. tim was fourteen, and when jason came back he hadn't been in the mood to listen. it wouldn't have mattered back then either, because he doesn't know what he knows now. it would have been more anger being thrown at tim, heated words he's never deserved. jason should have been told, but it was never on tim to be the one to tell him.
nor should it be on tim to feel like shit for telling it now.
he's quiet, for a good few moments. focuses on taking a few breaths, on fighting back the urge to scream and yell, cry maybe, because it isn't going to get him anywhere. )
Hey.
( voice soft, and jason drops down next to tim. moves an arm to wrap it around his shoulders. he's still tense, but jason's working to keep the fight out of his body language - to hide how badly he feels the need to hit something. he's not hitting tim; tim's getting pulled into a one-armed hug instead. )
Thanks for telling me. I know how hard it must've been.
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so goddamn angry. that joker was dead, gone for good, and bruce couldn't just leave it be. he wouldn't have had to do anything, he could have just. . . waited it out. it all would have been over. none of them would have gotten fucked up by the joker again. countless lives wouldn't have been lost. jason wouldn't have had reason to return to gotham as angry as he had.
but none of that is on tim. and tim has taken enough of jason's anger being misdirected his way. tim was fourteen, and when jason came back he hadn't been in the mood to listen. it wouldn't have mattered back then either, because he doesn't know what he knows now. it would have been more anger being thrown at tim, heated words he's never deserved. jason should have been told, but it was never on tim to be the one to tell him.
nor should it be on tim to feel like shit for telling it now.
he's quiet, for a good few moments. focuses on taking a few breaths, on fighting back the urge to scream and yell, cry maybe, because it isn't going to get him anywhere. )
Hey.
( voice soft, and jason drops down next to tim. moves an arm to wrap it around his shoulders. he's still tense, but jason's working to keep the fight out of his body language - to hide how badly he feels the need to hit something. he's not hitting tim; tim's getting pulled into a one-armed hug instead. )
Thanks for telling me. I know how hard it must've been.