Jason stares at him until he can't, until the sweat drips down and stings his eyes. He rubs it away before it can be replaced by a deeper ache, his gaze off Bucky and towards Stephanie where she lingers at the edge of the gathering.
"They're watching me. Her and the little one, the new Robin. I don't know what they expect to happen." And Jason honestly doesn't. There's no crime to fight here, no Joker or Two Face or Riddler, no Batman. There's nothing to rail against but the remnants of home the island keeps sending him, and sometimes Jason doesn't even want to do that. He just wants to move along. It's all he knows how to do.
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Date: 2011-10-07 03:58 am (UTC)"They're watching me. Her and the little one, the new Robin. I don't know what they expect to happen." And Jason honestly doesn't. There's no crime to fight here, no Joker or Two Face or Riddler, no Batman. There's nothing to rail against but the remnants of home the island keeps sending him, and sometimes Jason doesn't even want to do that. He just wants to move along. It's all he knows how to do.