"God, no," says Jason, moved to a tiny smile by the very idea. "Something that identifying would get him killed." He strokes his fingers through her hair, not missing the way she seems easier for the constant contact. Here they are, barely across the threshold and curled up on the floor, but Jason doesn't yet feel like moving. It's just another surreal part of an already fucked up day, and this time, he's the one to lean in for a kiss.
"Mine wasn't a straight memory," he admits after. Bruce had asked to help him more than once, but he'd sure as hell never hugged him, however much Jason wanted it. "More like, something I wanted to happen. Something that'd make me stick around so it could keep eating."
He sighs, shamed by his own need when it comes to Bruce, but another thought strikes him. "What's he like?" he asks, curious. "In your movies?"
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Date: 2014-08-22 10:08 pm (UTC)"Mine wasn't a straight memory," he admits after. Bruce had asked to help him more than once, but he'd sure as hell never hugged him, however much Jason wanted it. "More like, something I wanted to happen. Something that'd make me stick around so it could keep eating."
He sighs, shamed by his own need when it comes to Bruce, but another thought strikes him. "What's he like?" he asks, curious. "In your movies?"