"Tea," which she realizes isn't a food, but it's one of the few things she really has much of an opinion on. When you literally lived in the wilderness for a while and ate whatever you could find, cooked or not, healthy or not, well...
"Alfred made things."
They were tasty but other than cookies, she hadn't really known what anything was particularly called. And cookies, he had told her more than once, were not real 'food'.
Jason snorts at 'Alfred makes things'. He didn't spend all that long at the manor, most of his life has been spent in the streets. But he was still spoiled completely rotten by Alfred's food.
"He let me help in the kitchen, sometimes. It was actually kind of fun." He reaches to rub the back of his head, looking at the door. "If it's up to me I always go for chili. Or something equally spicy."
He goes there often. Being his favorite food and all. So he does an exaggerated bow as he motions at towards the door. "So, wherever you're ready, princess."
And there's no amusement in his body language, so she should be able to tell he's being honest as he closes the door behind her. "But I can quit if you don't like it."
It makes sense, in Jason's head. He's always giving people a hundred different nicknames, never really thought much about it. "It's not supposed to be literal."
She considers it for a moment before nodding and making her way away from the door, considering whether or not she's looking forward to trying chili or just having a night out at a restaurant more. Because this is new. She's never actually... done something like this.
A shrug. He doesn't believe them blindly, but he has no reason to doubt them either. Batman is thorough, and the only files Jason knows he shouldn't believe are Bruce's own files... or Jason's.
"Not that Batman would know what 'cool' is, but still."
"We did, too." When they actually worked together, that is. Otherwise it was usually just Jason on his own at the manor. Probably why he spent so much time with Alfred instead. "I've read the files, but they are vague on some parts. How did you get the job?"
"I didn't want him to die. So I did what I had to do."
It really was as simple as that for her. She wasn't trying to dismiss the praise or the kind words or Jason's esteem. But it's like Barbara does sometimes, how Dick used to once upon a time: she doesn't understand the value of her life if she can't use it to do the most good possible.
"Barbara has told me about him. I'd agree with you."
Jason taps the side of his leg in a nervous gesture, to the rhythm of a random tune in his head. He'd try to hide how nervous the subject is making him but he's pretty sure she'd be able to pick on that, so why bother?
"I kill people. I'm not going to stop, I think some people deserve to die. What happened to Babs is one of the reasons I think prison isn't enough.
He purses his lips in thought as he follows her. This is... well, weird. Usually people disagree with him or they think someone has to do the dirty job too. Mostly the later, because of the crowd he usually goes with and how ruthless he can get. Disagreeing but not fighting him on it is a new one and he still has to decide if he likes it.
“You know he hurt Barbara, too. Even after that, you don't agree the world would be better off?”
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"What's your favorite food?"
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"Alfred made things."
They were tasty but other than cookies, she hadn't really known what anything was particularly called. And cookies, he had told her more than once, were not real 'food'.
"What about you?"
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"He let me help in the kitchen, sometimes. It was actually kind of fun." He reaches to rub the back of his head, looking at the door. "If it's up to me I always go for chili. Or something equally spicy."
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He goes there often. Being his favorite food and all. So he does an exaggerated bow as he motions at towards the door. "So, wherever you're ready, princess."
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"...is that... a pet name or are you making fun?"
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And there's no amusement in his body language, so she should be able to tell he's being honest as he closes the door behind her. "But I can quit if you don't like it."
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"I like it. But I don't know how I'm a princess."
...her parents were certainly no royalty, after all.
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It makes sense, in Jason's head. He's always giving people a hundred different nicknames, never really thought much about it. "It's not supposed to be literal."
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"The fact that you're this cool wasn't on the files."
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"Would you have believed them?"
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"Not that Batman would know what 'cool' is, but still."
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She tilts her head a little as she considers the question more, though.
"We usually go straight to work anyway."
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"We did, too." When they actually worked together, that is. Otherwise it was usually just Jason on his own at the manor. Probably why he spent so much time with Alfred instead. "I've read the files, but they are vague on some parts. How did you get the job?"
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She keeps walking.
"I didn't know he was my biological father at the time. He did. He wouldn't shoot me."
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"That was very brave of you. And selfless. You know that, right? Gordon's a good man, one of the few left in Gotham."
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It really was as simple as that for her. She wasn't trying to dismiss the praise or the kind words or Jason's esteem. But it's like Barbara does sometimes, how Dick used to once upon a time: she doesn't understand the value of her life if she can't use it to do the most good possible.
"Barbara has told me about him. I'd agree with you."
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"So you risked your life for him, even without knowing him?" Even after all her training.
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"I didn't need to know for myself."
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"I kill people. I'm not going to stop, I think some people deserve to die. What happened to Babs is one of the reasons I think prison isn't enough.
How does that make you feel?"
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"Sad. Worried. For you. Here."
And she lets her hand stop an inch before touching his chest, but it's over his heart.
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"That sounds a lil bit like pity, princess."
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"Pity would imply I don't think you can change. You could, if you wanted to. You don't want to. You make your choice. The same way I do."
She pulls her hand away.
"We'll never know for certain which of us is right. We can only act as we believe. But we're both trying."
She starts walking, not away from him but towards their destination.
"I don't have to agree with you to like you. Even about that."
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“You know he hurt Barbara, too. Even after that, you don't agree the world would be better off?”
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