"I'm sorry," Jason murmurs, sick with it, but his hands are steady when he cups her face, trying to still the way it trembles with anger. She hates so much already, and for reasons that could withstand no argument. He's given her another thing to hate, but standing here, Jason finds himself unwilling to go it alone.

"I hate him, too," he says, and doesn't add that it's just as true that he loves Bruce, a war he lives with every day. "It'll be okay."