He's so suddenly, incandescently angry that for a moment, Jason can't even remember why. "Wouldn't," he hears himself snarl, "and you wouldn't let me do it either. What would it have hurt?"
Feels weird, he's closer, I'm -
Standing with the tin forgotten at his feet, Jason closes the distance between them by half. "Not me, not anyone but him, how many has he killed since then, Bruce? How many fucking lives has he ruined?"
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Date: 2011-11-15 06:35 am (UTC)He's so suddenly, incandescently angry that for a moment, Jason can't even remember why. "Wouldn't," he hears himself snarl, "and you wouldn't let me do it either. What would it have hurt?"
Feels weird, he's closer, I'm -
Standing with the tin forgotten at his feet, Jason closes the distance between them by half. "Not me, not anyone but him, how many has he killed since then, Bruce? How many fucking lives has he ruined?"