[ bluff called. there were limits to this stupid act, even if he still couldn't figure out why he was doing it. but then the other guy mentions Dick, and he can't help the sour feeling in the pit of his stomach. ]

Dick's not my babysitter.

[ all the bitterness as he says it. though Dick thinks he is, Jason's played along and what's it gotten him? he's still lied to, he's still sidelined. all he wanted was to feel useful, wanted to prove that, fuck, robin was in good hands. and then Jason twists, attempting to pull out of his grasp again. he doesn't have to play along anymore.

B-- Bruce- well, there's still a chance he could go back to him, argue that he'd rather just get his real world experience with him, not Dick. But be doesn't know how that conversation's gonna go down. He hadn't tried it, just wanted to ditch for awhile and hang with Rose. ]

And neither are you. What the fuck is everyone's problem? You roll in here, stop me from trying to knock some sense into a bunch of goons, and then you change the subject from all of that, appoint yourself the leader, that what? I'm supposed to go follow just fucking because you know about me and my maybe future?

[ he digs his heels in, steps back. he never liked being dragged into anything, whether or not it could help him. he could manage on his own. ]

Newsflash. I don't want your help.