“You know me. I ask the good questions.
Wait till you have kids. Well, your girl will but still. You’ll adore it.”
❝ Right. So long as they’re spoken forward, I don’t mind.
—Ha! Zee, I’m still in college, there’s no way I can even
imagine having kids right now.❞
”More like why are people tiring?”
❝ Isn’t that the question of the year.
I think I like them less now that I actually have time to sit and talk. ❞
( if only it were all that easy ——— )
“When did I ever claim to be a hero?”
The words are snapped out, bitten by a growing anger
he can feel swirling in his gut. Narrowed gaze takes a
turn for sharpened steel, whatever sliver of patience he
has so far possessed quickly running dry.
He is no hero.
But he is not a villain.
Rather— he treads a paper thin line between.
“And I won’t go back where I’m not wanted. Where any
sort of acceptance comes from toeing a line Batman
can’t even be bothered to stick to. No thanks.”
He backs away a step now, hands up & palms facing
out before they drop to his sides again. A scoff.
“I’m done tryin’ to please him. I’ll protect Gotham, and
I’ll do it my way.”
❝ The second you called yourself Robin, you became a hero.
That isn’t something you can just stop.❞
Tone low and gaze dangerous, shoulders
square. He should know. Kid Flash may
for now but that didn’t mean he
stopped being a hero. It’s why he still kept
the uniform. For emergencies. When the
people could use another speedster.
A moment passes and features soften.
It hurts to see someone he knows tightrope
across that thin line between hero and villain,
knowing there’s no safety net below to save him.
❝ So that’s it? Gonna stick to killing the bad guys and pretend
everything is okay? Gonna fight Batman and Robin and Nightwing?
Just stick to trying to kill the Joker until he’s dead? Then what?
Break bank robbers’ necks? Shoot down a shop lifter? Jay,
they’re going to stop you. I’m saying this to help you, before it’s
“That’s what I originally thought, too. But you’re in for quite
a surprise. It was actually Beast Boy.”
❝ That kid’s got a pretty big stomach, so I can’t be too shocked.
Is the Watch Tower stocked at least? ❞
”You were just starting right at me.”
❝ I was… looking through you! I thought I saw
something over your shoulder. ❞
” — why are you looking at me like that?”
❝ Like, uh, what? I’m not even looking at you. ❞
“You’ll never guess who ate all of the cookies.”
❝ Well, seeing as how you’ve got a new speedster,
I’m gonna guess it was Bart. ❞
“Don’t compare me to that dropout.”
He recalls the story, though he hadn’t been there himself
to witness it; — how some of the Team had attempted to
rally and bring some sense to their wayward comrade.
Jason’s tone is sharp; firm.
“And I’m no crook, either. I’m doing what Batman taught
me to do; only one step better. I’m willing to do the one
that he won’t. What he’ll never do.”
A rather loaded statement.
A narrow of fierce greens and fists
tighten, uncomfortably bare. Oh, he
had been warned that it was a useless
If Batman —- Jason’s father and
mentor couldn’t persuade him, and
neither could his brothers, then there
was no point in the speedster even
trying. But, oh, was Wally West stubborn.
❝ At least that ’ dropout ‘ did something with himself. ❞
Yeah, go out and find the real Roy Harper.
A doomed task, but still commendable in
❝ ——You’re killing people, Jay! No hero should kill!
It’s what separates us and them! It’s tempting, sure, but we can’t!
And this life is gonna come bite you on the ass! So come home!
Make amends with Batman! Go back to your family! ❞