The indignation would be understood, though Jason would have found it incredibly amusing. Not because he thought Tim couldn't defend himself, but purely because Tim honestly thought that he'd been trying to kill him before. The tower had been a message to Bruce. The many fights after that had been more an opportunity to give his rage an outlet.
How many times had he left that boy bleeding on the ground?
How many times had he walked away before delivering that last blow?
Even before the Tower and before Black Mask and before everything, Jason had spent far too much money and skill and thought on fitting the Batmobile with a bomb that would have leveled the city block as soon as the combined weight of Batman and his Robin had settled into the seats....only to turn around and bypass all that security again just to disarm the damned thing. At the absolute height of his rage fueled and expertly manipulated anger, he still hadn't actually let himself kill the kid.
Something in him had always stopped him. Some unspoken, unknown connection that had somehow pulled them closer and closer until...well, until there they were. Sitting at a table sharing snacks and vowing to never let Ra's exploit the power that ran through Tim's veins.
The fact that either of them could have easily killed the other wasn't the point. The point was that they were past that.
"Well, the simple option is just to kill him instead. I vote that option." He held up a hand to ward off the Bruce bullshit that was no doubt about to be regurgitated at him, rolling his eyes and giving Tim and lazy, fond smirk. "I know, I know. Not an option. But it is fun to think about."
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How many times had he left that boy bleeding on the ground?
How many times had he walked away before delivering that last blow?
Even before the Tower and before Black Mask and before everything, Jason had spent far too much money and skill and thought on fitting the Batmobile with a bomb that would have leveled the city block as soon as the combined weight of Batman and his Robin had settled into the seats....only to turn around and bypass all that security again just to disarm the damned thing. At the absolute height of his rage fueled and expertly manipulated anger, he still hadn't actually let himself kill the kid.
Something in him had always stopped him. Some unspoken, unknown connection that had somehow pulled them closer and closer until...well, until there they were. Sitting at a table sharing snacks and vowing to never let Ra's exploit the power that ran through Tim's veins.
The fact that either of them could have easily killed the other wasn't the point. The point was that they were past that.
"Well, the simple option is just to kill him instead. I vote that option." He held up a hand to ward off the Bruce bullshit that was no doubt about to be regurgitated at him, rolling his eyes and giving Tim and lazy, fond smirk. "I know, I know. Not an option. But it is fun to think about."