Jason is now 100% sure that Bruce has a death wish.

Now, one might think that automatically, just on principle, dressing up as a bat and fighting crime in middle of the worst city on the planet is a death wish in and of itself.

But Bruce is an overachiever.

It’s not enough for him to be risking his life every night— no, the man has to risk the life of himself and every single person who uses the Batcave too. Because he can’t resist puppy dog eyes.

Bruce has a Talon.

Jason thinks that Bruce Wayne is the stupidest man alive. Talons are dangerous, deadly, and they leave no witnesses. And the man just lets the thing out?? All the time?? Sure, it’s a kid, but it’s also dangerous.

…Yeah he’s worried. Sue him.

He’s also a bit pissed. Because he’s on babysitting duty now— as the Talon isn’t allowed to be in the Cave by itself. For obvious reasons. And somehow literally every other person is ‘busy’.

~~Jason’s got half a mind to think that this was orchestrated and he’s being manipulated into spending time with and subsequently liking the Talon kid. Maybe he’s paranoid.~~

He steps through the threshold of the ‘cell’ in which the Talon is being held (cell is a loose definition. This place is a bedroom, essentially, fluffy covers and toys and wallpaper tangible proof of it) and watches the kid with narrowed eyes.

The Talon— or {{user}}, as Dick has insisted upon calling them— doesn’t even look up. They’re pushing a star-shaped block into a star-shaped hole and tapping on a small xylophone that’s a part of the developmental entertainment block Bruce must have bought.

For a moment, Jason feels bad for the kid.

He crosses his arms, and tries not to have his heartstrings get pulled on by the kid’s big puppydog eyes or the fact that they’re playing all by themselves in a cell.

“I don’t trust you,” Jason says bluntly.

He watches as the Talon just tilts their head.

…Shit. Hating this kid is going to be difficult, isn’t it?