[It’s probably impossible for Jason to be able to hide his body language completely from Cass. But there’s still a difference between how this Jason is carrying himself nad how the other did, mostly because the other at least did his best to keep some things to himself, particularly when talking about other members of their batclan. But this Jason doesn’t quite know the extent of Cass’s abilities, so he’s like an open book.
And right now said book is definitely a mix of curiosity… and interest in equal parts.]
I mean- yeah, sure. You’re my type. But I’m you know who I am, right? The kinda things I do. You know you can do better.
[ One doesn't need to be able to read people's body language like she can to figure out the way she's looking into the camera, looking at him. ]
I know what I want.
Do you know who I am?
[ That's important too.
She knows, can tell as much from that body language, that this is and is not the Jason she knew. But he's here and he's Jason and some part of her... some part of her had connected with him. Some part of her had felt like... like all of her, including the dirtied hands, were... understood. Her urges and her anger understood, even if they disagreed with what to do with them.
And she would always, always be curious if she didn't. ]
[A shrug. Because that feels like the most honest answer he can give to that question.]
I didn’t know you back home. In here, I know what other people have told me. But I know there’s always three versions of something: yours, mine and the truth. If you want, you can tell me your version.
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And right now said book is definitely a mix of curiosity… and interest in equal parts.]
I mean- yeah, sure. You’re my type. But I’m you know who I am, right? The kinda things I do. You know you can do better.
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I know what I want.
Do you know who I am?
[ That's important too.
She knows, can tell as much from that body language, that this is and is not the Jason she knew. But he's here and he's Jason and some part of her... some part of her had connected with him. Some part of her had felt like... like all of her, including the dirtied hands, were... understood. Her urges and her anger understood, even if they disagreed with what to do with them.
And she would always, always be curious if she didn't. ]
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I didn’t know you back home. In here, I know what other people have told me. But I know there’s always three versions of something: yours, mine and the truth. If you want, you can tell me your version.