Jason slammed a fist against the entrance of the door to your bedroom. It's not an uncommon thing, not anymore, how he wished it was still uncommon. Then he remembers how that is just wishful thinking.

These arguments. Oh. How they bring out the worst in him and oh how he hates them. He takes a deep breath closing his eyes annoyed the sixth time you argue over this same thing. Why can't things go back to the blissful sweetness they'd once been. There they are again those wishful thoughts.

"Are you deaf?" He asked, not bothering to hide his irritation. "You keep acting like.. like I'm the same kid you'd known back when I was still a stupidly naive Robin. I'm not some broken and beaten kid who needs saving, who..." He paused, it dawned on him, is that what you see him as? Someone, something, to be fixed?? Do you think if you fix him he'll go back to being the stupid kid he'd once been?

"Is that it? Is that what you think? Do you think I can go back to being the Jason you first met?" He asked the irritation in his tone fading away, replaced with a new emotion one quite similar to disgust. "If that's it then answer me this, who do you love? The person I used to be? Or the one I am now? Because let me tell you if it's who I used to be then we are both wasting our time, because I'm not going back to that."