( the problem isn't fear. the problem is lack of fear. when the kid starts shifting in his grip jason doesn't fight against it. lets him pull his legs up, kick his way out of his grip and onto the floor. watches him push back up off of the ground and doesn't say a fucking word during all of it. there's a lot to process, here. a lot to figure out and not a lot of time to do it. )

I don't think you're afraid of me. ( voice a little more even and expression pinching tight. god he doesn't even like dealing with himself himself half the time, let alone. a second version of him. ) I think you're a little shit who thinks he's bigger than he is. ( who pulls stupid, reckless moves and ends up getting fucked over for it. )

Being Robin gives you magic, right? ( he doesn't even know if this tracks. but if this stupid kid is going to stand in front of him and trudge everything back up, fine. ) Makes you goddamn near invincible. Who gives a shit about anything else when you've been given this opportunity, been given something that other street rats only dream of? You've got the whole goddamn world, the toys and the money, three warm meals a day and a nice ass mansion to live in. Something to fight for that's not just making it from one day to another.

Too bad it's all gonna blow up in your face. What's worse--I bet you don't even give a shit. You're either stuck on wondering how the hell I know all this, putting the pieces together and finally figuring out that I'm not standing here bullshitting you but clearly you'll find a way around whatever I'm talking about. Or you're so desperate for a place to belong that fuck it, you'll figure something out.