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He jumped me the first week I got here. Back when he was taller.

[her_own_rules]

[ Yeah. That sounds like him.
There's a frown more than a sigh. ]

I'm sorry for that, too.

He's a different version of himself—somehow— [ Barbara doesn't like contemplating it, but then she's now dealing with it with a new, younger version of Damian and Dick, with the addition of another Bruce. Who, at least, is the right one, but now comes from beyond her, too.

It's a lot.

But it's also not Jason's problem.
And she's not here to ask for his sympathy. ]

It doesn't make it better, but he won't remember that now at all.

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Doesn't fucking matter. [Jason crosses his arms.] I got dropped on twice by that fucker. I don't know how much more 'you're not part of the family' that can get.

[her_own_rules]

Damian hardly speaks for everyone.
Either version of him was a child.

And the current one is ten.


[ It's too ludicrous to parse even as an insult. Damian thinking he gets to make everyone's choices is. Anyone else assuming a child leads them around by the nose, or the pointy-ears really needs to a small reality check. ]

He doesn't make my decision for me.

Just like Dick—and especially your Bruce—don't get to make yours.

[copsormasks]

Well you know what? Don't want you as family anyway, whether it's up to him or not.

[Jason is about to storm back to his tent. The pain makes him angry, ease to incense.]