I can remember my mother well. She was the closer of the two. My father was the man I looked up to, but he was often busy with work, obligations which popped up and tossed our plans to the side. His anger sometimes surfacing, and my own would lash out in response. Sometimes I think that Damian inherited so much from Talia; sometimes I think that he's my exact mirror, raised under different circumstances.
I step closer, and I think, I think that the only reason why I can really stand in the way that I do is because I had that fulfilled childhood, however short it was cut. Jason is the wrong type of boy to take under one's wing for this.
Too much anger. Cassandra is remorse and restraint personified. Tim, practicality. Dick, resilience. Damian, discipline.
Jason is full of anger, the one that grates worst of all against our purpose, and I never saw that. All I saw was the pride, and the happiness, and I never addressed what was under it.
"Not even Tim," I confirm, stepping closer until I'm by his side. "Jason, there are things that happen in Gotham, yes. That you haven't experienced. I can't deny that. But your life takes a different turn here."
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I step closer, and I think, I think that the only reason why I can really stand in the way that I do is because I had that fulfilled childhood, however short it was cut. Jason is the wrong type of boy to take under one's wing for this.
Too much anger. Cassandra is remorse and restraint personified. Tim, practicality. Dick, resilience. Damian, discipline.
Jason is full of anger, the one that grates worst of all against our purpose, and I never saw that. All I saw was the pride, and the happiness, and I never addressed what was under it.
"Not even Tim," I confirm, stepping closer until I'm by his side. "Jason, there are things that happen in Gotham, yes. That you haven't experienced. I can't deny that. But your life takes a different turn here."