W3, Monday (i think)

[bittybat]

[Okay, sorry about punching you, Jason, BUT ALSO THANKS FOR NOT LETTING HIM TURN INTO CRISP BACON.]

Todd. [Please help this child find another shirt???] We need to talk.

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[bittybat]

Kill them.

[impulsiveness]

... You're joking.

[HIS TONE HAS GONE FLAT. COMPLETELY.]

You're joking, Damian. You know that's impossible. We don't kill.

[bittybat]

I know that already! I didn't say I was going to kill them!

[He scoffs under his breath and jerks his head to look off, lips twisted and then pursed tight.] I know. I--am going to find another way.

[impulsiveness]

But you said you had to!

[God. God. He balls his hands into fists, teeth grinding together as he tries to think of something. Anything. Nothing at all.]

Is there another way, Damian? We're not Bruce. We couldn't stop three weeks of murder from happening. We've fucked up big time and you know it. [The despair sure is setting in, huh.] What is it that you're planning to do?

[bittybat]

[Honestly, Jason is only saying the truth, but that's what hurts the most. They haven't been able to stop three weeks of murders. They haven't been able to stop anything it feels like, and that kind of hopelessness just reinforces the fact he's a Giant Fuck Up of a Wayne.

His own fists ball up, but for different reasons.] We haven't-- [God dammit. How disappointed would Father be in the two of them?] I don't need you to tell me what we have and haven't done.

I need more information before there's a plan, Todd. I need to know the role I'm hunting before I even think about what I'm going to do with them when I find them.

[impulsiveness]

Yeah? Are you sure about that, kiddo?

[Bruce would be so, so disappointed in the two of them. Or, at least, Jason is sure Bruce would be disappointed in him. Doesn't listen. Rushes in without thinking. Benched. He's been the local fuck up for a while and all of this simply reinforces the fact.]

Because from what I've heard, it sounds to me like you plan to stroll up to any random chump you think is trustworthy so you can paint a big ol' target on yourself. Percy and Papika could have lied. I could have lied, y'know — not like you don't have plenty of proof that I grow up to be a murdering psychopath. [He's scared and he's worried for Damian and why the fuck would you hand such a big responsibility to a 10-year-old child? Fuck.] You don't need more information to cook up a plan. You need to cook up a plan to get more information, or else—

[Bruce is going to need another case to hang up Damian's Robin suit, man. So sad that Jason doesn't know about that to make the reference, but the end of that sentence is clear.

He'll die.]

[bittybat]

Anyone could have lied, Todd! I could be lying just to get you to talk. You don't know what I said to them, and you don't know what I could have heard from someone else--from the Sheriff. [Too bad Jason can see right through his transparent little ass because he's a Bat.] I might not have even told them anything at all! [LET HIM LIVE HIS LIFE!!!] I doesn't--

That doesn't matter! I've already died, and dying again isn't going to matter! Dying here doesn't even matter!

What matters is we get everyone else out of this place.