"You wanna play dumb?" Truth was, Dick hadn't decided what the hard way was. He already knew there was no way he'd do anything to hurt this kid. Jason knew it, too. However, a little rough handling wasn't going to hurt anyone. That suit slumps in the chair and Dick bends forward, tucked a gloved hand beneath the chin of the cowl and wedged upward, until Terry had to strain.
"I can rewire this entire suit to electrocute you all over again. Was that bullet from hood not enough?"
Before he had a chance to get any further, Jason rattled off the statistics he found in Bruce's files and Dick felt his stomach drop. Dark eyes lifted warily to his husband, knowing that the pain twisting in his chest must be brewing in his husband as well. He let Terry go with a clench of teeth, let Jason tug off that cowl, let the matching emotion bleed into his eyes as he looked at Terry's face.
Dark hair, blue eyes.
"This is so fucked." He said it quietly under his breath as he turned his head to look at Jason when the cowl heaved across the room and clattered loudly to the ground. The sound Jason made tore a gash in his heart.
"Hey... Jay." It was a sore, quiet syllable mean to calm, and as much as he wanted to run over to Jason and gather him in his arms, he couldn't. Not yet. He turned back to Terry, bent enough so they were eye-to-eye.
"Terry, listen to me." There was the raw edge of pain in his voice, an emotion he tried to tuck away as he levelled. The kindness was clear in his voice, as was the quiet strength. This is how he spoke to kids.
"We actually just wanna talk, okay? Batman means...a lot to us. We wanna know what's going on." A hand goes to his chest, fingerstripes and all spreading across the blue emblem. "I'm Dick Grayson. The first Robin. That's Jason. My--adopted brother. Husband." Telling anyone that meant a lot. He didn't know what Terry would think of that, but he would always go out on a limb for anyone in the family, and Terry was family now.
"You're safe with us, okay? Bruce isn't gonna get to you here. I'm gonna get you outta this chair, but just keep in mind that if you run, we will chase you down. Even if we don't want to. Understood?"
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"I can rewire this entire suit to electrocute you all over again. Was that bullet from hood not enough?"
Before he had a chance to get any further, Jason rattled off the statistics he found in Bruce's files and Dick felt his stomach drop. Dark eyes lifted warily to his husband, knowing that the pain twisting in his chest must be brewing in his husband as well. He let Terry go with a clench of teeth, let Jason tug off that cowl, let the matching emotion bleed into his eyes as he looked at Terry's face.
Dark hair, blue eyes.
"This is so fucked." He said it quietly under his breath as he turned his head to look at Jason when the cowl heaved across the room and clattered loudly to the ground. The sound Jason made tore a gash in his heart.
"Hey... Jay." It was a sore, quiet syllable mean to calm, and as much as he wanted to run over to Jason and gather him in his arms, he couldn't. Not yet. He turned back to Terry, bent enough so they were eye-to-eye.
"Terry, listen to me." There was the raw edge of pain in his voice, an emotion he tried to tuck away as he levelled. The kindness was clear in his voice, as was the quiet strength. This is how he spoke to kids.
"We actually just wanna talk, okay? Batman means...a lot to us. We wanna know what's going on." A hand goes to his chest, fingerstripes and all spreading across the blue emblem. "I'm Dick Grayson. The first Robin. That's Jason. My--adopted brother. Husband." Telling anyone that meant a lot. He didn't know what Terry would think of that, but he would always go out on a limb for anyone in the family, and Terry was family now.
"You're safe with us, okay? Bruce isn't gonna get to you here. I'm gonna get you outta this chair, but just keep in mind that if you run, we will chase you down. Even if we don't want to. Understood?"