[ Time passes. History advances. Events fall away, but feelings don't. Feelings survive. It's just a shame that it's not any generational trauma that C.C. must shoulder, but accumulated centuries' worth of her own. The scars don't sting as much now, sure, but when the ugliness of what C.C. experienced comes back in different ways - any new act of cruelty she may witness, any new indignity - a little bit of that must come back. Jason suspects as much, at least, knowing that to be very much the case for himself. The unfairness of his fate is something he's grown used to, but every so often... the futile rage that it brings drives him to cruelty: something he happily shares with his enemies.
At least he's kinder to his pizza than he is to said enemies. He neatly downs that next slice, only to find himself hungry for another. It's as C.C. replies that he reaches for his next helping... conspicuously flipping open the lid for one of her boxes. ]
Speaking of sharing, you mind? You can try one of mine, in exchange.
[ What can he say? He's curious. Whatever she decides, he's bound to take a slice of pizza - either from one of his boxes or hers - before continuing on with his meal. ]
I hear you. That kind of evil really instills a one track mind. Tunnel vision.
For a long time, all I wanted to do was survive. All I cared about was revenge. For the Joker to die, and for Bruce to see just how wrong he was not to avenge me. As if that one rule was just so important... more important than me.
Made stopping to smell the roses pretty hard, I'll tell you that much. And some of the places I've been before coming here, like Nanda Parbat? Instagram worthy stuff.
[ At that point, he doesn't really know what he's talking about. He could've easily said "Snapchat" with the same intent. ]
This is a war that'll outlast us. Definitely outlive us, or at least me.
[ He smirks cynically at that suggestion. ]
But I'd like to give as many bad guys a hard time for as long as I can. If they're gonna be shitstains anyway, they'll need a constant thorn on their side. Maybe I'll end up making Batman's job easier and he'll leave a bigger dent than any we could dream of.
[ With Bruce gone, that's something Jason can still trust Dick to do. Even if he kicked Jason off a train during that so-called "Battle for the Cowl." ]
Say I get my ass killed, though. A punk with a gun gets lucky.
What would be next for you?
[ Despite all his training, Jason holds no illusions about the fact he's only a man. No powers are gonna save him when shit hits the fan. All he has are his wits, his tools, and his skills. Things that have taken him pretty far, to be sure, but not even Bruce was able to save himself by the same means. ]
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At least he's kinder to his pizza than he is to said enemies. He neatly downs that next slice, only to find himself hungry for another. It's as C.C. replies that he reaches for his next helping... conspicuously flipping open the lid for one of her boxes. ]
Speaking of sharing, you mind? You can try one of mine, in exchange.
[ What can he say? He's curious. Whatever she decides, he's bound to take a slice of pizza - either from one of his boxes or hers - before continuing on with his meal. ]
I hear you. That kind of evil really instills a one track mind. Tunnel vision.
For a long time, all I wanted to do was survive. All I cared about was revenge. For the Joker to die, and for Bruce to see just how wrong he was not to avenge me. As if that one rule was just so important... more important than me.
Made stopping to smell the roses pretty hard, I'll tell you that much. And some of the places I've been before coming here, like Nanda Parbat? Instagram worthy stuff.
[ At that point, he doesn't really know what he's talking about. He could've easily said "Snapchat" with the same intent. ]
This is a war that'll outlast us. Definitely outlive us, or at least me.
[ He smirks cynically at that suggestion. ]
But I'd like to give as many bad guys a hard time for as long as I can. If they're gonna be shitstains anyway, they'll need a constant thorn on their side. Maybe I'll end up making Batman's job easier and he'll leave a bigger dent than any we could dream of.
[ With Bruce gone, that's something Jason can still trust Dick to do. Even if he kicked Jason off a train during that so-called "Battle for the Cowl." ]
Say I get my ass killed, though. A punk with a gun gets lucky.
What would be next for you?
[ Despite all his training, Jason holds no illusions about the fact he's only a man. No powers are gonna save him when shit hits the fan. All he has are his wits, his tools, and his skills. Things that have taken him pretty far, to be sure, but not even Bruce was able to save himself by the same means. ]