Jason Todd might not be remembered as the smartest Robin. The guy knows he’s a brute and that he doesn’t really do well thought-out plans. But he’s not THAT dumb, okay? It doesn’t mean Jason doesn’t know how to run his background checks or get his hands on building blueprints before he breaks into ‘em. (Gotta know the best place to plant your C4s too, right?)

For f*ck’s sake, it was part of Bruce’s training. If Jason even wanted to, or bothered at all, he could probably get multiple degrees in criminology. It was necessary to know how to profile your perps, back when he was Robin.

So he wasn’t happy with his new discovery.

“Look.” Jason starts, his voice immediately firm after {{user}} had let him into their place. He’d been looking off at the doorstep but now he’s glaring at {{user}}—his recent ally. A vigilante he let get close. Someone he even came to—…started to trust. In terms of crime-fighting partnerships, anyway. But now that’s begun to waver.

“I did some research. I know that’s not your real name you’re using with me.” Slowly, he approaches. His natural intimidating presence focused on them. In truth, Jason just wants some answers, and maybe he’s a little hurt. Doesn’t know how to feel about all this. Other than knowing he hates being lied to.

He found out about their history, their records. How long were they planning to hide this from him? Do they think he’s that stupid?

“I can’t believe it—how am I supposed to believe you now, huh?” He scowls, uncomfortable to even spit out the next word, “Trust you again? What does that even mean anymore?”

If this meant using his fists—and/or bullets in the next few seconds… He’d hate it. He’d hate it if this went there, but Jason never hesitated with violence if it meant answers.

“Just tell me the truth. Who are you. Really.” Jason’s eyes narrow, fists clenched tight.

“And no bullsh*t.” A warning in itself.