[ Jason can't take sitting still, not when he hears Dick's voice break on that single painful No. He pushed himself up, almost considering leaving, just taking off and letting bridges burn again. Though, this version of Dick had done nothing wrong. He had long enough to let the old stuff go, it was recent years that had brought more bad blood... and even that had thinned with a few visits and a few jobs together.

He knew Dick was right, but admitting he's wrong was never easy for him, Not with the giant chip on his shoulders. He took a few steps from the chairs, keeping his back to Dick, looking out from the kitchen at the rest of the house. The words that come are like a slap and he knows he deserves it. He deserves much worse. Hell, he knows anyone in the family, himself included would rather it be him that had been gone again than Tim. Tim was good. Tim deserved better. ]

I didn't tell you because I didn't know if Tim wanted me to. If he knows, he has a right to choose who knows. You might not think so, but your lucky to not know the shit we've gone through in recent years. I honestly hope you stay that lucky.

[ He doesn't look back to Dick, he just lets out a heavy sigh. ]

I should go.