He was quiet while Dick tended to the barely adult in the chair, his back turned to both of them as he fought to regain control of his breathing. His chest hurt, but it wasn't a physical pain and that made it so much harder to deal with. The anger ran easy and fast through his body, but the pain of betrayal? That hurt worse than anything else.
He listened while Dick told the kid who they were, his hackles still a little up at having his anonymity thrown away so easily, but he understood. This kid-Terry. He wasn't an enemy. He wasn't going to twist things around to use the information to stab them in the back. He could see that much from the kid's files. He let the sound of his husband's voice ease some of the tension from his shoulders...
...until the kid fucked up.
'There's trackers in this suit. Batman will find me.'
All that tension came back all at once and Jason spun around with his teeth bared like the animal he used to be as he ate the distance between them in two long strides. He grabbed the kid by the jaw, forcing him to look up and see the seriousness etched on his face, his fingers digging in just a little too much.
"No. He won't. Not always." He let go, not because he wanted to, but because he needed to before he lost himself entirely. Instead, he took a breath that gave away just how much he was shaking before he reached out to snag Nightwing's arm in his hand.
"Let's go. He's already on his way and if I see him right now, I will punch him so hard his first born will feel it." And since he was currently married to that first born... He managed the ghost of a smirk before he ran his fingers through his hair and leaned forward to rest his head against an armored shoulder. "Give him a burner. When he's sick of B's bullshit, he can call us. Until then, I'm not fighting baby's first hero worship."
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He listened while Dick told the kid who they were, his hackles still a little up at having his anonymity thrown away so easily, but he understood. This kid-Terry. He wasn't an enemy. He wasn't going to twist things around to use the information to stab them in the back. He could see that much from the kid's files. He let the sound of his husband's voice ease some of the tension from his shoulders...
...until the kid fucked up.
'There's trackers in this suit. Batman will find me.'
All that tension came back all at once and Jason spun around with his teeth bared like the animal he used to be as he ate the distance between them in two long strides. He grabbed the kid by the jaw, forcing him to look up and see the seriousness etched on his face, his fingers digging in just a little too much.
"No. He won't. Not always." He let go, not because he wanted to, but because he needed to before he lost himself entirely. Instead, he took a breath that gave away just how much he was shaking before he reached out to snag Nightwing's arm in his hand.
"Let's go. He's already on his way and if I see him right now, I will punch him so hard his first born will feel it." And since he was currently married to that first born... He managed the ghost of a smirk before he ran his fingers through his hair and leaned forward to rest his head against an armored shoulder. "Give him a burner. When he's sick of B's bullshit, he can call us. Until then, I'm not fighting baby's first hero worship."