[I don't have a Robin. Jason's attention immediately flicks over to Bruce, watching him with every ounce of his focus. Would he want a Robin? He tries not to focus on that part of Bruce's response alone and shifts in his seat before looking forward again.]
Well lucky you, my Bruce is a Grade A asshole.
[Come with me to London. As if that would have erased the fact he called Jason a mistake.]
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Well lucky you, my Bruce is a Grade A asshole.
[Come with me to London. As if that would have erased the fact he called Jason a mistake.]
Nothing to measure up to with me.