Terry would be fine with Dick. With the hard way? He didn't stand a fucking chance. Fortunately for Terry, Dick wouldn't actually let Jason be as hard as he could be. As he used to be. Not all of it was Dick, either. He'd mellowed a little with age and a steady home life. Otherwise, the teenager might have come precariously close to feeling his shoulder ripped apart by a point blank hollow point round.
Can't be a Robin if his wings were clipped.
Under his digital assault, the cameras finally surrendered and an image flickered up on his screen. Jason watched for a moment, shoulders tight with anger....and then he was typing more. Eventually, he pushed back from the computer and bared his teeth as he stalked back over to the other two.
"Terry McGinnis. Seventeen. At least he's picking them older now." His voice was tight with emotion, but his hands were surprisingly gentle as he reached out to first loosen the back of the cowl, then pull it off by the ridiculous ears.
"What, he's still building the Robin suit, so you decided to steal the Batsuit, instead? You've been training for...what? A month? Jesus fucking Christ, kid. Do you have any idea how lucky you are that I was the one who found you?" He turned, giving the cowl a little shake in Dick's direction. "He's doing it again. Your colors and everything. After me, after Timmy...."
He wheeled around and threw the cowl, letting out a pained, rage filled yell as he did so. There was no flash of green, no wild look in his eyes, but even now the Pit could still close it's acid grip on the burned hollow space where his emotional control was supposed to be and rear it's ugly head.
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Can't be a Robin if his wings were clipped.
Under his digital assault, the cameras finally surrendered and an image flickered up on his screen. Jason watched for a moment, shoulders tight with anger....and then he was typing more. Eventually, he pushed back from the computer and bared his teeth as he stalked back over to the other two.
"Terry McGinnis. Seventeen. At least he's picking them older now." His voice was tight with emotion, but his hands were surprisingly gentle as he reached out to first loosen the back of the cowl, then pull it off by the ridiculous ears.
"What, he's still building the Robin suit, so you decided to steal the Batsuit, instead? You've been training for...what? A month? Jesus fucking Christ, kid. Do you have any idea how lucky you are that I was the one who found you?" He turned, giving the cowl a little shake in Dick's direction. "He's doing it again. Your colors and everything. After me, after Timmy...."
He wheeled around and threw the cowl, letting out a pained, rage filled yell as he did so. There was no flash of green, no wild look in his eyes, but even now the Pit could still close it's acid grip on the burned hollow space where his emotional control was supposed to be and rear it's ugly head.