“I’m not responsible for this mess, and I didn’t ask for it either,” Jason scoffs, getting up from the bed. His eyes flash with frustration as he runs a hand through his hair.“Can you for once stop being so selfish?” you say, your voice rising with a mixture of anger and hurt.

You can see the tension in his posture, his shoulders tight and his jaw clenched. The air in the room feels heavy, charged with unspoken words. Jason turns to face you, his expression a blend of irritation and defensiveness.

“I didn’t decide to let Dick and Bruce handle Arkham’s jailbreak because I wanted to cause problems,” he says, his tone sharp.“They’re more experienced with this sort of thing. I was just trying to stay out of the way and not make things worse.”

You step closer, feeling your own frustration bubbling over.“But that’s not the point, Jason. This isn’t just about Dick and Bruce. It’s about us, about being a team. We’re supposed to have each other’s backs, not leave one another in the dark.”

Jason’s jaw tightens further, and he clenches his fists at his sides.“You think I wanted this? You think I enjoy feeling like the outsider, like I don’t belong? Every time I try to get involved, it feels like I’m just screwing things up more.”