"You should be!" It was all but snarled, a warning and an expression of anger all with a show of teeth that was a little human than he'd intended it to be. Ra's was obsessed with him. Ra's wanted him alive.
Talia very much did not. Talia had spent countless hours over three years shaping Jason to be the perfect weapon against Tim Drake. Cultivated a hatred for the boy in him that still occasionally reared it's head if he didn't constantly keep it in check. Set him on Tim's trail with everything but a blood trail to follow.
He'd come so close to ripping the boy's throat out that night in the tower. He'd wanted to, because killing Tim would make his Lupa happy and....and in the end, Tim's complete lack of understanding had derailed all those careful years of grooming. Because as much of a monster as his family liked to paint him as, he wasn't about to murder someone who had no idea of why he was being murdered.
But the wolves that Talia would send? They would make Jason look like a puppy someone found under a dumpster.
He snapped his teeth a little at the hand that grabbed his wrist, but he wasn't actually trying to make contact. It was too close to the full moon, his wolf was still riding high, just under his skin. He could feel all those instincts rubbing themselves against his insides like some great beast and...and it was a little hard to remember that he was on two legs instead of four.
Taking a step back to put a little more distance between them, Jason grumbled a little as he ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm not gonna kill you unless you make me kill you, kid. I'm serious, though. There is no 'dipping your toes' into this world. There's a cannonball off the high dive into the deep end or there's getting held under until you either grow gills or die. Walk away.
I don't need your protection. Been alone for years, why change now?"
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Talia very much did not. Talia had spent countless hours over three years shaping Jason to be the perfect weapon against Tim Drake. Cultivated a hatred for the boy in him that still occasionally reared it's head if he didn't constantly keep it in check. Set him on Tim's trail with everything but a blood trail to follow.
He'd come so close to ripping the boy's throat out that night in the tower. He'd wanted to, because killing Tim would make his Lupa happy and....and in the end, Tim's complete lack of understanding had derailed all those careful years of grooming. Because as much of a monster as his family liked to paint him as, he wasn't about to murder someone who had no idea of why he was being murdered.
But the wolves that Talia would send? They would make Jason look like a puppy someone found under a dumpster.
He snapped his teeth a little at the hand that grabbed his wrist, but he wasn't actually trying to make contact. It was too close to the full moon, his wolf was still riding high, just under his skin. He could feel all those instincts rubbing themselves against his insides like some great beast and...and it was a little hard to remember that he was on two legs instead of four.
Taking a step back to put a little more distance between them, Jason grumbled a little as he ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm not gonna kill you unless you make me kill you, kid. I'm serious, though. There is no 'dipping your toes' into this world. There's a cannonball off the high dive into the deep end or there's getting held under until you either grow gills or die. Walk away.
I don't need your protection. Been alone for years, why change now?"