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[copsormasks]

Whatever. The seven-year-old got to stand and walk around while I was tied up on the ground with a broken face.

[Jason sighs and shakes his head.]

Seriously just go the fuck away. Before someone accuses me of doing drugs while I'm just standing here.

[theknightshift]

[ Seven year old? It'd be pedantic to correct him, so he doesn't. Instead, he focuses on something else, Jason said. ]

You don't know how to escape being tied up?

[ That's...a problem. ]

I'm not going to accuse you of anything unless you give me a reason. How long were you working with your Bruce?

[copsormasks]

I had a fucking concussion!

[Another eyeroll, this time into universe. He hopes answering a question might get Bruce to actually back off.]

Like a year and a half. Then he shipped me off to the Titans. There, happy? Now fuck off.

[theknightshift]

[ silly Jason. You know that's not going to work.

A year and a half is barely any time at all. The hostility concerns him even more now. ]

Is that why you're so angry? Because he sent you away?

[copsormasks]

Fuck off. [The answer is yes. He’s pissed about constantly pawned off.

About being treated a like a mistake.

The trolley is drawing closer and Jason is getting more antsy.]

[theknightshift]

[ The window is closing as the trolley approaches so Bruce moves close, slips a hand around the strap of his bag to keep him from moving and to secure the tracker he'd concealed in his palm. ]

Jason, don't blame me for that. I didn't send you away. And I am not sending you away now. I'm telling you that there can be a place for you if you want it.

[copsormasks]

[Jason scoffs and tries to pull his bag out of Bruce's grip.]

You're a shitty liar.

[The trolley is almost here and Jason is about to crawl of his skin to get on.]

[theknightshift]

[ he let's go once he's satisfied, but doesn't offer to leave. He'd see the boy off, and to remind him once again of something important. ]

If you need anything, tell me.

[ When his back is to Bruce to board the trolley, Bruce would slip a second tracker into one of the pockets not fully secured, near the top of the pocket. Hopefully the last place he'd look for something like that after finding the first one. He said he'd keep an eye on this kid and he fully intended to keep that promise. ]

lmk if this isn’t okay!

[copsormasks]

Yeah. Sure.

[Jason is on the trolley as soon as it arrives and instead of a wave he offers a middle finger.

It takes about an hour for Jason to get to a well-wooded area. He starts to set up when he finds the first tracker. He smashes it between two rocks and moves his camp further from the trolley. It takes a couple days of stewing and resting before he finds the second tracker. It, too, finds its fate between two rocks. Time to pack up real quick.]