[ If Jason were ever to think of C.C. as a servant, he certainly wouldn't be the one getting her pizza. Ever since they met, their paths were irrevocably intertwined. It really would have to take one of them dying, or even the crumbling of their criminal empire, to see that bond severed. And even then, there's still doubt that's possible. Because something about C.C. seems impossible to get rid of. Aside from the obvious immortality, there's something else about her that endures. Something that makes Jason feel like he can endure, too.
Which is why he isn't so concerned about his cholesterol going for that third slice, the one he'd taken from C.C.'s box. ]
Good intentions, huh? Yeah, I've given Bruce an earful all about that. Nothing I haven't repeated to you ad nauseam, though.
[ Like how that sacred "no killing" rule - despite its good intentions - has led more people to suffer and die at the hands of criminals Bruce has left alive. Criminals like the Joker. ]
Guess belief's just not as important, then. Gotta let results speak for themselves.
Outside of the occasional mercenary, criminals are scared shitless of us. Maybe this won't last, but it feels good just knowing that.
[ It's precisely the kind of power, the kind of control, that he didn't have as a child. ]
As long as some creep thinks twice before hurting a kid because of us, I'm happy.
[ But that doesn't seem to mean he's satisfied. Not when he believes there's so much work left unfinished.
Then she talks about being his shield, being absolutely ride or die for the cause. Or more accurately, for him. ]
You know I'm gonna start taking that seriously, right? I'll make a habit of carrying you like a riot shield to a fight.
[ Unceremoniously, he then takes off his hoodie, revealing nothing else underneath. In a sight not unfamiliar to C.C., a panoply of scars are scattered across his body. Though his resurrection had wiped his body clean of wounds from his previous life - when his body was consumed by an explosion the Joker had caused - he accrued new scars ever since. Accumulated from past trials to get where he is now, as getting a second chance at life hasn't made him invincible, let alone immortal. ]
Sorry. Steam's been killing me.
Honestly, after all the shit we went through... I could also use a bath.
[ At that, he takes another bite of his pizza. Trying and failing to make this as un-awkward as possible. ]
I can just wait till you're done.
[ And just keep eating pizza shirtless on a closed toilet seat, in grey sweatpants. Like a total picture of sanity. ]
Unless, y'know, you really don't care either way. In which case, I also don't care. Y'know.
[ He can't even look C.C. in the eye right now. What was that about trying and failing again? ]
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Which is why he isn't so concerned about his cholesterol going for that third slice, the one he'd taken from C.C.'s box. ]
Good intentions, huh? Yeah, I've given Bruce an earful all about that. Nothing I haven't repeated to you ad nauseam, though.
[ Like how that sacred "no killing" rule - despite its good intentions - has led more people to suffer and die at the hands of criminals Bruce has left alive. Criminals like the Joker. ]
Guess belief's just not as important, then. Gotta let results speak for themselves.
Outside of the occasional mercenary, criminals are scared shitless of us. Maybe this won't last, but it feels good just knowing that.
[ It's precisely the kind of power, the kind of control, that he didn't have as a child. ]
As long as some creep thinks twice before hurting a kid because of us, I'm happy.
[ But that doesn't seem to mean he's satisfied. Not when he believes there's so much work left unfinished.
Then she talks about being his shield, being absolutely ride or die for the cause. Or more accurately, for him. ]
You know I'm gonna start taking that seriously, right? I'll make a habit of carrying you like a riot shield to a fight.
[ Unceremoniously, he then takes off his hoodie, revealing nothing else underneath. In a sight not unfamiliar to C.C., a panoply of scars are scattered across his body. Though his resurrection had wiped his body clean of wounds from his previous life - when his body was consumed by an explosion the Joker had caused - he accrued new scars ever since. Accumulated from past trials to get where he is now, as getting a second chance at life hasn't made him invincible, let alone immortal. ]
Sorry. Steam's been killing me.
Honestly, after all the shit we went through... I could also use a bath.
[ At that, he takes another bite of his pizza. Trying and failing to make this as un-awkward as possible. ]
I can just wait till you're done.
[ And just keep eating pizza shirtless on a closed toilet seat, in grey sweatpants. Like a total picture of sanity. ]
Unless, y'know, you really don't care either way. In which case, I also don't care. Y'know.
[ He can't even look C.C. in the eye right now. What was that about trying and failing again? ]