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tushanshu but considering others
You don't have the time.
[eloquent as ever, Bruce.]
[eloquent as ever, Bruce.]
currently at
[You probably want to talk to her as much as you want a root canal, but when has she ever cared?]
Eh, you'll have time when yer dead, Bats... Although... [She smiles sweetly.] That can be arranged if ya prefer?
Eh, you'll have time when yer dead, Bats... Although... [She smiles sweetly.] That can be arranged if ya prefer?
[Wow, Harley, you know how to make an entrance. Bruce's expression doesn't change, but he definitely doesn't look impressed and he's definitely amped that Batman voice up to eleven when he speaks.]
Some other time, Harley.
[Not like he hasn't clawed his way out of enough graves already.]
Some other time, Harley.
[Not like he hasn't clawed his way out of enough graves already.]
I'd make some kind of time travel joke, but I don't have the heart.
[Barbara just smirks in response.
It's nice to see you too, Bruce.]
Both can be handled with a bit of time management.
It's nice to see you too, Bruce.]
Both can be handled with a bit of time management.
[And because everything that Jay says is designed in one way or another to basically be the verbal equivalent of sticking a knife between Bruce's ribs, the look he gives Jason is edged in weary neutrality.
It's always hard to see him. No matter the version or the time or the circumstance. It never gets any easier.]
Jason.
It's always hard to see him. No matter the version or the time or the circumstance. It never gets any easier.]
Jason.
[Well we was nothing if not unpredictable, Brucey baby. Her grin widens considerably, though, when he amps up the voice, teeth flashing in amusement. ]
Ya missed me, Batbrain? How sweet! [No, really, it was in a sick kind of way. At his dismissal, she shrugs gamely, not really looking phased in the slightest.]
Maybe sooner than ya think, Bats! Ole Harl ain't down for the count yet! Maybe we can arrange somethin' extra special this time! Ya know how good a bit'a red looks on ya, an' I'd be all too happy ta dress ya in it.
[With bullets. Or knives. Possibly explosives. She's really not terribly picky.]
Ya missed me, Batbrain? How sweet! [No, really, it was in a sick kind of way. At his dismissal, she shrugs gamely, not really looking phased in the slightest.]
Maybe sooner than ya think, Bats! Ole Harl ain't down for the count yet! Maybe we can arrange somethin' extra special this time! Ya know how good a bit'a red looks on ya, an' I'd be all too happy ta dress ya in it.
[With bullets. Or knives. Possibly explosives. She's really not terribly picky.]
[He puts his hands up at about chest height, mock warding Bruce off.]
Woah, no need to get all sentimental, Bruce. It's not like I even have a bomb on me. Good times, right?
[And he'll make a playful little finger pistol too, because Jason.]
Woah, no need to get all sentimental, Bruce. It's not like I even have a bomb on me. Good times, right?
[And he'll make a playful little finger pistol too, because Jason.]
[... Okay, yes, Kord's quips grate on him no less than they always used to, but he's a little dead right now and where Bruce is concerned, let's face it, little else makes the heart grow fonder. So although his eyes do narrow slightly, he doesn't. Outright do more than just raise an eyebrow.]
If she'd consider the matter logically, I wouldn't need her to.
If she'd consider the matter logically, I wouldn't need her to.
[yep right between the third and forth ribs, straight up with a clockwise twist. good aim, jay.]
Jason--
['we've had better'. But he doesn't say it outloud. The odds of Jay referencing some unpleasant memory are definitely not in Bruce's favour.
His jaw tightens, almost imperceptibly.]
How have you been?
[He's so tired of fighting.]
Jason--
['we've had better'. But he doesn't say it outloud. The odds of Jay referencing some unpleasant memory are definitely not in Bruce's favour.
His jaw tightens, almost imperceptibly.]
How have you been?
[He's so tired of fighting.]
[He smiles, and it is — not the same. It's ironic and not so genuinely thrilled to play the sociopath son, like he's going through the motions just for old time's sake. As if Bruce enjoys that kind of thing, or maybe the point is that he doesn't. Jason's answer is almost gentle, which is in its own way worse.]
Okay, Bruce. I've been pretty okay.
No need to tell me how you are. You're always the same.
Okay, Bruce. I've been pretty okay.
No need to tell me how you are. You're always the same.
[It catches Bruce's attention - of course it does, what doesn't? enough to warrant a closer degree of scrutiny.
Somewhere, the Jeopardy! theme is playing.]
You've changed.
[running roughshod over everything Jay just said to assert his own conclusions? HE SURE HASN'T.]
Somewhere, the Jeopardy! theme is playing.]
You've changed.
[running roughshod over everything Jay just said to assert his own conclusions? HE SURE HASN'T.]
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