( enough hugging is heard loud and clear, so when tim pulls away, jason leans back against the truck. the cats are yowling inside their crates, they should probably be checking for trackers, but - if worse comes to worse, they can get back in the truck and drive off again. this conversation is a little too weighty to put off in the middle if they have a choice otherwise. )
He won't decide you're me, as long as I'm still around. ( a hand reaches up, yanks off the bottom bit of his mask. the domino stays on; even if he's willing to show how his mouth twists, his eyes are something else entirely. especially given they're still kind of out in the field. ) Even his death-message to me went into how I've always been his biggest failure. If you're gonna strive to reach that level of disappointing Dad, you're going to have to try a lot harder.
( it's said with a half-grin. almost there, but it never reaches his eyes. it's gone almost as fast as it showed up. )
When I came back to Gotham, when I'd--tied up Joker an' offered Bruce the choice between letting me kill him, or killing him himself - he'd found himself a third option of throwing a batarang into the barely visible, unguarded part of my neck an' left me in the rubble after the whole thing exploded. Don't even think he bothered to look for me to see if I was still alive or not.
( a lift of his shoulders, in what's meant to be a half-assed shrug. )
If he can't find a way to win, he finds a way to make sure everyone else around him loses. He doesn't apologize for the bullshit situations we get stuck in 'cause we're associated with him but throws all the blame on us when shit goes south. If we're not perfect we're not good enough but no one can be as perfect as he is, even if he's shit where it really counts. He'll argue we're his kids one moment, then start spouting nonsense about his soldiers. Yell about how we're his fault, his problem he created. You'll never be good enough for him, 'cause he's not even sure what his good enough is. He doesn't want us to be like him, but if we're not following his every rule, we're garbage that can't be trusted.
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He won't decide you're me, as long as I'm still around. ( a hand reaches up, yanks off the bottom bit of his mask. the domino stays on; even if he's willing to show how his mouth twists, his eyes are something else entirely. especially given they're still kind of out in the field. ) Even his death-message to me went into how I've always been his biggest failure. If you're gonna strive to reach that level of disappointing Dad, you're going to have to try a lot harder.
( it's said with a half-grin. almost there, but it never reaches his eyes. it's gone almost as fast as it showed up. )
When I came back to Gotham, when I'd--tied up Joker an' offered Bruce the choice between letting me kill him, or killing him himself - he'd found himself a third option of throwing a batarang into the barely visible, unguarded part of my neck an' left me in the rubble after the whole thing exploded. Don't even think he bothered to look for me to see if I was still alive or not.
( a lift of his shoulders, in what's meant to be a half-assed shrug. )
If he can't find a way to win, he finds a way to make sure everyone else around him loses. He doesn't apologize for the bullshit situations we get stuck in 'cause we're associated with him but throws all the blame on us when shit goes south. If we're not perfect we're not good enough but no one can be as perfect as he is, even if he's shit where it really counts. He'll argue we're his kids one moment, then start spouting nonsense about his soldiers. Yell about how we're his fault, his problem he created. You'll never be good enough for him, 'cause he's not even sure what his good enough is. He doesn't want us to be like him, but if we're not following his every rule, we're garbage that can't be trusted.