”Robin… You’re Robin- ohmigod I can’t believe-“
“Wait, mad? Why would I be mad?” In an instant she went from disbelief to confusion. If Jason really did hide the fact that he was Robin from her this whole time, why would she be angry about that? Sure he hid it from her, but, he had a good reason.
“Of course I’m not mad.”
Was it that hard to believe? He never really did try to hide it very well around her, the never altering his voice, the smoking, and that among other things. He was sort of surprised she never asked, now that he was thinking about it.
"Well, I thought…because I didn’t tell you earlier? I-I dunno, it’s dumb. I’m dumb.”
God, he can already see Bruce’s ’I’m-about-to-give-you-a-long-lecture-while-I-look-at-you-in-disappointment’ face that he’s going to give him once he gets back to the manor in his head right now. Boy, he was definitely not looking forward to that argument. “I just wanted you to know…y'know, because we’re gonna have a kid together ‘n all.”
{ leans up and kisses }
”Hey, if something’s bothering you then that’s not ‘nothing’, okay?”
"It’s just a feeling, babe. I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.“
[ he tapped his forehead lightly against hers. ]
"If it makes you feel any better, I’ll let Bruce or Dick know about it. Okay?”
{ snuggles next to }
”Hm? Bad? Bad like how?”
[ scratches head. ]
“I dunno. I just…nevermind. It’s probably nothing?”
“–Why do I feel like something bad’s gonna happen soon?”
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30 Seconds To Mars Starter Sentences. [x]
”Bet y’couldn’t give me five reasons why I shouldn’t.” Robin clasped a gloved hand into Alfred’s, his other hand setting on his back, giving him leverage to pull the butler up. The flames and destruction around them was only getting worse, they need to get out of here soon. Or more like now! ”C’mon, Alfred. We can get outta here, it’s just a broken leg.”
“C’mon, c’mon! I can’t—you’re gonna have’ta help me out here, Alf! You’re a lil heavy for me, y’know…”
”Robin…”
”Wait, Robin, Robin?” The same one who sat above her apartment window sometimes? That same Robin who saved her from two knife-wielding men once? The same one who gave her that little necklace? She squeezed back as her free hand clutched the bat beneath her blouse. Jason was the one who gave her this?
Her voice lowered a little. “Seriously? You’re not just messin’ with me right?”
"Of course I’m not! I’m being seriously serious right now!“ His voice was raised a tad higher than he wanted, but he didn’t want her to think he was being anything but truthful right now.
"You’re not…mad at me, are you, Sal?”
Oh.
That wasn’t something she was prepared to hear, but whatever it was he wanted to say she’d hear him out. No matter what he told her she wouldn’t, what’d he call it, freak out? There was no promise behind that, but she would at least try.
”…Oh… kay. Um. Well. I love you, so, I promise no matter what you have to say, I’m not gonna freak out on you.”
That look. Oh, god, that look. He couldn’t stand to see that look on such a sweet person’s face. Jason shoved his face into his palms with a strained groan. He pushed his face away from his hands after a moment and reached over, giving her hands a gentle, and hopefully reassuring, squeeze with his own.
"I…“ Damn, this was way more difficult than he thought this would be. Best to just out with it. "I wanted you to know that I’m…”
“–I'm Robin!!”
