[His teeth click together all of a sudden, and it’s like the violent slamming of a door. Cut off mid-thought, like he’s caught on too-late that he hadn’t meant to say any of that. He’s only human, after all. It’s not a hugely sensitive matter. He might have even shared (some vaguer version of the truth) with the class if John had asked him normally. Like a normal person.
(He’s only human. He does, however, possess the kind of indomitable will that makes a green lantern out of him in at least one far flung flavor of the multiverse. The pivotal practice with the kind of drilled-in mental defenses that Bruce had, (of course he had,) developed in case of this very kind of intrusion. Wouldn’t do if some random superpowered rogue could reach into his head and pick the Batman’s secrets out of the Boy Wonder, now would it.
And, well. When it comes right down to it, Jason’s just never been very good at being told what to do.)
He reacts visibly, and badly. Spine gone ramrod straight. Hands clenched tight into fists, phone forgotten. Expression ticking quickly over toward fury.
By the time John can clock it, he’s on his feet. He advances a step, reaches out whip-quick to grab John by the collar of his coat and haul him closer toward the edge of the building. (If not off the edge. …Yet.) Teeth bared.]
Oh, fuck you.
[Cute trick. He’s not sure what that was, exactly. But he can get the shape of it. He wasn’t born yesterday, y’know. ]
Y’wanna tell me why you think trying that crap was a good idea?
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(He’s only human. He does, however, possess the kind of indomitable will that makes a green lantern out of him in at least one far flung flavor of the multiverse. The pivotal practice with the kind of drilled-in mental defenses that Bruce had, (of course he had,) developed in case of this very kind of intrusion. Wouldn’t do if some random superpowered rogue could reach into his head and pick the Batman’s secrets out of the Boy Wonder, now would it.
And, well. When it comes right down to it, Jason’s just never been very good at being told what to do.)
He reacts visibly, and badly. Spine gone ramrod straight. Hands clenched tight into fists, phone forgotten. Expression ticking quickly over toward fury.
By the time John can clock it, he’s on his feet. He advances a step, reaches out whip-quick to grab John by the collar of his coat and haul him closer toward the edge of the building. (If not off the edge. …Yet.) Teeth bared.]
Oh, fuck you.
[Cute trick. He’s not sure what that was, exactly. But he can get the shape of it. He wasn’t born yesterday, y’know. ]
Y’wanna tell me why you think trying that crap was a good idea?