[ "golden boy". dick turns that phrase over in his mind a couple times while he chases down some clothes more comfortable for sparring in than the jeans and jacket he's wearing right now. he doesn't feel like a golden boy. he imagines it wasn't a compliment, or not meant as one. he imagines any jason would say it sarcastically.
but there's truth to the sort of thing some people use as insults, isn't there? he doesn't think there is to this.
when jason makes his way into the safehouse, dick's there- but he doesn't recognise jason. he recognises the way he moves as trained, the stance and readiness to it, but this really isn't the jason he (barely) knows.
he's not even sure this is the guy he was just talking to and not someone else, though that'd be one hell of a coincidence. ]
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but there's truth to the sort of thing some people use as insults, isn't there? he doesn't think there is to this.
when jason makes his way into the safehouse, dick's there- but he doesn't recognise jason. he recognises the way he moves as trained, the stance and readiness to it, but this really isn't the jason he (barely) knows.
he's not even sure this is the guy he was just talking to and not someone else, though that'd be one hell of a coincidence. ]