Jason always plays himself. It was a fact of life.
He had found no problem in online chatter while gaming, or texting at any given point. A trick he learned from Bruce, and used to dodge anyone. Digital didn't convey emotions, he could disconnect himself and still appear just as strong even when he was breaking. He didn't think anyone had caught on, but clearly, the woman he had found himself caring about was a detective in her own rights. Figured.
He had a type after all.
The sound of the mech made him start to stir, what the fuck was that? He hadn't gotten off the couch yet before the ringing of the bell started.
"KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF!" he screamed with the trademarked Batvoice. To make his voice boom with the tone that made criminals in Gotham quake. Rolling himself off the couch he pushed himself up the sheet wrapped around his shoulders, hair sticking every direction half full of static and it was growing out of the undercut already. His lip was split in the middle with a bruise on the left side of his mouth, the black sheet covered all but the bottom of his abs and the bat printed sleep pants he was wearing as he pulled the door open ready to scream again. Then he saw Hana, and oh the wave of pain came back he wasn't awake enough for that.
God he hoped Wally and Tim weren't home... they Wally probably would have gotten the door before he could have. "Hana?" What else could he say.
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He had found no problem in online chatter while gaming, or texting at any given point. A trick he learned from Bruce, and used to dodge anyone. Digital didn't convey emotions, he could disconnect himself and still appear just as strong even when he was breaking. He didn't think anyone had caught on, but clearly, the woman he had found himself caring about was a detective in her own rights. Figured.
He had a type after all.
The sound of the mech made him start to stir, what the fuck was that? He hadn't gotten off the couch yet before the ringing of the bell started.
"KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF!" he screamed with the trademarked Batvoice. To make his voice boom with the tone that made criminals in Gotham quake. Rolling himself off the couch he pushed himself up the sheet wrapped around his shoulders, hair sticking every direction half full of static and it was growing out of the undercut already. His lip was split in the middle with a bruise on the left side of his mouth, the black sheet covered all but the bottom of his abs and the bat printed sleep pants he was wearing as he pulled the door open ready to scream again. Then he saw Hana, and oh the wave of pain came back he wasn't awake enough for that.
God he hoped Wally and Tim weren't home... they Wally probably would have gotten the door before he could have. "Hana?" What else could he say.