Re: jason t/gwen s
A guy caved my head in with a crowbar and I died in an explosion. Then, once I was a corpse, they just kind of let me hang around for a while getting really ripe before they threw me in the Pit. Blood tests or not, real or not, something's wrong. I don't know where it is, but a guy wouldn't have shot himself in the head to get out of my skull if there wasn't.
And even if I'm not, no one's ever going to believe it. Can you actually imagine how Dick would handle thinking of me sane when I murder a room full of mafiosos? That would mean that the person who does all the things I do is the same person as the kid he knew, and he can't handle that. The Bruce I knew sure as fuck couldn't handle an inch of it, he talked to me like I was about five, said he wanted to help me after I collected a bag of heads. People see what they want to.
No, they're just going to be kid gloves with me even more now than they were before. No one's ever going to throw responsibility my way again. You said it yourself. I can't be trusted. And hey, five people are dead because I was a fucking idiot, so crazy or not, you're right, I really fucking can't be.