"That's good. You should have some company." Jason didn't like the way Dick went off alone all the time after he and Bruce had had a 'disagreement,' as Alfred put it. His parents had done the same thing when they'd fought, though their arguments had been a lot louder, with more hitting, and more drinking and shooting up after. Dick and Bruce mostly just had the kinds of arguments you could feel, even when Alfred told them to knock it off.
"Where's your place? And who's that kid? Does Bruce really have a son?" Jason bit his lip and looked down at the floor. "Does Bruce ... " He didn't want to ask this question, but now that Dick was here, and Jason didn't have to worry about being assaulted by some weirdo, other insecurities began to raise their ugly heads. "Does Bruce get tired of me, in the future?"