[Somehow, looking at a helmet instead of his own face doesn't help - Jason knows what's underneath the helmet now, and that brand on his cheek is still sharp in his mind. He doesn't miss the namedrop, though - his lips curve into an angry smirk.]
Y'ever wonder what would happen if you dropped a dead guy in Ra's' little fountain of youth? 'Cause - not to spoil the ending, but it's all right there in the name.
[Lazarus Pit. Duh.]
Don't remember hearing being told to "come out," but it was a little hard to hear anything over all the screaming.
[Mostly his own. Which Jason didn't realize at first, but hey. Details. Which he isn't gonna volunteer, nope.
At first, Jason thinks his doppelganger's talking about Ra's being the one who kept him captive, marked up his face, but - no. That's a little too small in scale for someone like Ra's al Ghul. It takes his mind a couple of seconds to piece together what Jason's saying, and what he's not saying, but the brand is a J, and it happened in Arkham, and suddenly, the picture becomes very clear.
It was the Joker.
And some part of Jason understands that what this Jason is saying is that he spent two years being tortured by the Joker. Another piece of him understands that Batman must not have saved him, if it went on that long. This Jason didn't die, he said as much, and Jason still has to bite back the urge to ask him Yeah, but did you die? when he explains in few words the fate that befell him.
Jason doesn't want that sick, sharp feeling that's now twisting in his gut to be because he's thinking about what two years of what he experienced at the Joker's hands would feel like. He doesn't want to have the realization that death would've seemed like a goddamn relief to be settling heavy in his heart. He doesn't want to think about anyone else's pain but his own, but he is now, and he hates it.
Because some small part of him knows, now, that dying isn't the worst thing that could've happened to him. Jason's expression doesn't really relax, but it settles into something a little more stony, less indignant.]
Didn't really figure the Joker for having the attention span for such a long-term project.
action.
Y'ever wonder what would happen if you dropped a dead guy in Ra's' little fountain of youth? 'Cause - not to spoil the ending, but it's all right there in the name.
[Lazarus Pit. Duh.]
Don't remember hearing being told to "come out," but it was a little hard to hear anything over all the screaming.
[Mostly his own. Which Jason didn't realize at first, but hey. Details. Which he isn't gonna volunteer, nope.
At first, Jason thinks his doppelganger's talking about Ra's being the one who kept him captive, marked up his face, but - no. That's a little too small in scale for someone like Ra's al Ghul. It takes his mind a couple of seconds to piece together what Jason's saying, and what he's not saying, but the brand is a J, and it happened in Arkham, and suddenly, the picture becomes very clear.
It was the Joker.
And some part of Jason understands that what this Jason is saying is that he spent two years being tortured by the Joker. Another piece of him understands that Batman must not have saved him, if it went on that long. This Jason didn't die, he said as much, and Jason still has to bite back the urge to ask him Yeah, but did you die? when he explains in few words the fate that befell him.
Jason doesn't want that sick, sharp feeling that's now twisting in his gut to be because he's thinking about what two years of what he experienced at the Joker's hands would feel like. He doesn't want to have the realization that death would've seemed like a goddamn relief to be settling heavy in his heart. He doesn't want to think about anyone else's pain but his own, but he is now, and he hates it.
Because some small part of him knows, now, that dying isn't the worst thing that could've happened to him. Jason's expression doesn't really relax, but it settles into something a little more stony, less indignant.]
Didn't really figure the Joker for having the attention span for such a long-term project.