Re: Into the Woods
"Maybe in another life," Jason said. "But not here. That's what matters, alright? Not some fake thing you just saw." He hardly knew why he was doing this. He still had a lot of anger for Damian, a lot of twisted up feelings about what it meant that the kid had seen fit to go against his wishes and bring him back again. But his turnaround, his willingness to help him take care of the pits, that had meant a lot. Even if he was still suspicious, it had made him feel like somebody, anybody, was listening to him. That despite the fact that Damian's willingness to help came partially because Jason might kill someone otherwise. He knew the little batling wouldn't have agreed to come along if something in him hadn't known he'd made a mistake.
What Damian said next confirmed that. Jason let go of his wrist, looking down at him. "You know I will," he said. If there was one thing he was good for, it was holding true to his word. And there was incentive, too. Make sure the little bat didn't lose his mind. Make sure nobody else got dunked in the Pits. He could do that.