Being less than they are is exactly my point. At the end of the day, we're both even easier to dispose of.
[ Might have seemed like it at first, but he's not setting out to belittle her. He knows firsthand just how vulnerable he is, despite being trained by the best. Training that made him feel invincible, but really only made him sloppy. Vulnerable, for instance, to the Joker's duplicities. Who's to say C.C.'s immortality, her immunity to permanent injury, wouldn't someday be a crutch? Who's to say it wouldn't be used against her? Jason shudders to imagine what could be worse than death, and that's something he's already experienced.
Which makes this all a little funny, coming from him. He's still more inclined to gamble on himself, to take unnecessary risks and reap impossible rewards. Like putting himself in more danger this past evening, all to keep attention away from C.C. ]
If you're gonna be so cavalier about it, go ahead. Just know I'll be holding you to it.
Besides, pizza's still in it for you.
[ Fortunately for her, he doesn't appraise the wound for long. Despite living in a world populated by superpowered beings and even fighting some of them, Jason has to see certain things to believe it-- like C.C.'s self-healing. It astounds him what still surprises him sometimes, or at least challenges his suspension of disbelief. Having spent years dead, Jason really hasn't experienced as much surreal shit as his ostensible "brothers." ]
If they know what's good for them, they'll get the job done.
At this point, quitting to defect to our enemies is kind of a death wish.
[ After speaking, he heads to an adjacent closet, discarding the domino mask along the way. Seemingly without much of a care of his own - though fully conscious that C.C. may be watching him - Jason changes out of his own suit: some nondescript tactical gear to distinguish himself from who looked to be "Red Hood" much earlier. He settles for a more casual look now, a dark red hoodie and some gray sweatpants, before making for the door. ]
This should do it. As usual, you can make yourself at home.
I'll be back with the pizza. Extra seasoning, stuffed crust...
[ That's his way of making a last call for anything more she may want. If nothing else, C.C. will watch the door shut behind him, Jason leaving her alone with Cheese-kun. ]
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Being less than they are is exactly my point. At the end of the day, we're both even easier to dispose of.
[ Might have seemed like it at first, but he's not setting out to belittle her. He knows firsthand just how vulnerable he is, despite being trained by the best. Training that made him feel invincible, but really only made him sloppy. Vulnerable, for instance, to the Joker's duplicities. Who's to say C.C.'s immortality, her immunity to permanent injury, wouldn't someday be a crutch? Who's to say it wouldn't be used against her? Jason shudders to imagine what could be worse than death, and that's something he's already experienced.
Which makes this all a little funny, coming from him. He's still more inclined to gamble on himself, to take unnecessary risks and reap impossible rewards. Like putting himself in more danger this past evening, all to keep attention away from C.C. ]
If you're gonna be so cavalier about it, go ahead. Just know I'll be holding you to it.
Besides, pizza's still in it for you.
[ Fortunately for her, he doesn't appraise the wound for long. Despite living in a world populated by superpowered beings and even fighting some of them, Jason has to see certain things to believe it-- like C.C.'s self-healing. It astounds him what still surprises him sometimes, or at least challenges his suspension of disbelief. Having spent years dead, Jason really hasn't experienced as much surreal shit as his ostensible "brothers." ]
If they know what's good for them, they'll get the job done.
At this point, quitting to defect to our enemies is kind of a death wish.
[ After speaking, he heads to an adjacent closet, discarding the domino mask along the way. Seemingly without much of a care of his own - though fully conscious that C.C. may be watching him - Jason changes out of his own suit: some nondescript tactical gear to distinguish himself from who looked to be "Red Hood" much earlier. He settles for a more casual look now, a dark red hoodie and some gray sweatpants, before making for the door. ]
This should do it. As usual, you can make yourself at home.
I'll be back with the pizza. Extra seasoning, stuffed crust...
[ That's his way of making a last call for anything more she may want. If nothing else, C.C. will watch the door shut behind him, Jason leaving her alone with Cheese-kun. ]