[ Dick's not so sure it was all inevitable. He knows he could have done better in a lot of ways, but especially with Jason. If he had, would they still be here on the other side of a war zone? If the rest of the Titans had given Jason a chance, would it have gotten this bad? He's not sure, but in the end it doesn't matter. They can't change it. All they can do is go from here, and he wants to be here this time.
Some might say it's too late, but Dick doesn't think so. He knows it's not, just based on the fact that they're both sitting here together tonight, talking about all of this.
What if I am? Jason asks, and Dick wonders. What would he do? He knows what Babs would do, but would he do the same? He lets out a long sigh, grabbing the milkshake to take a sip, then sets it back down in front of Jason. He's quiet as Jason explains himself, and it all seems so much more rational than anything the other has said in a long time. He's quiet for even longer than that, mulling it over in his head. ]
You remember when Trigon was here, inside our heads, showing us our darkest paths? You were there in mine, coming to ask for help, trying to get me to come back to Gotham so I could stop Bruce from killing the Joker. I did go back to try and stop him but it was all too late. He killed Joker, he stormed Arkham and he killed everyone there too. He was almost unstoppable and in the end I killed him to stop him. But that wasn't the reality of it and it won't ever be. It's not that black and white. I get that.
You and I, we've been on both sides of this- life and death- and I know what it's like to come out on the other side. That's why I came to find you, and that's why I'm going to tell you this. I don't like it, I don't agree with it, but I'm not going to stand in your way.
But Jason... think about your lines. The ones you draw for yourself. Don't cross them. All of that can get blurry real fast, and you know where that gets us.
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Some might say it's too late, but Dick doesn't think so. He knows it's not, just based on the fact that they're both sitting here together tonight, talking about all of this.
What if I am? Jason asks, and Dick wonders. What would he do? He knows what Babs would do, but would he do the same? He lets out a long sigh, grabbing the milkshake to take a sip, then sets it back down in front of Jason. He's quiet as Jason explains himself, and it all seems so much more rational than anything the other has said in a long time. He's quiet for even longer than that, mulling it over in his head. ]
You remember when Trigon was here, inside our heads, showing us our darkest paths? You were there in mine, coming to ask for help, trying to get me to come back to Gotham so I could stop Bruce from killing the Joker. I did go back to try and stop him but it was all too late. He killed Joker, he stormed Arkham and he killed everyone there too. He was almost unstoppable and in the end I killed him to stop him. But that wasn't the reality of it and it won't ever be. It's not that black and white. I get that.
You and I, we've been on both sides of this- life and death- and I know what it's like to come out on the other side. That's why I came to find you, and that's why I'm going to tell you this. I don't like it, I don't agree with it, but I'm not going to stand in your way.
But Jason... think about your lines. The ones you draw for yourself. Don't cross them. All of that can get blurry real fast, and you know where that gets us.