[Tim doesn't resist being turned around - he could, or could try, at least, but he doesn't, and Jason's got him cornered now, both physically and verbally. Alarm bells sound in the back of Tim's mind; Jason's got half a foot of height and a not insignificant bulk of weight on him, and Tim's fought guys bigger than Jason when he was even smaller, but this is Jason. Tim of all people knows exactly how dangerous Jason can be.
Tim feels threatened, yes, but this doesn't seem to be a true threat. He doesn't want to fight Jason. Does he? No, he doesn't want to fight him, Tim is tired of fighting Jason, but he can't just give in, either. He's hardwired to never give up, never give in, keep fighting, why is this so complicated. Why is everything with Jason a complication.
Just tell him. Tell him what he means to you. Tell him - no. You don't just tell Jason Todd something like that. Not if you're Tim Drake.
He's caught at an impasse, stuck between the impulse to advance and the resistance to retreat. Tim considers his options, quickly calculates likely outcomes. Squares his tense shoulders, turns his face up, defiant, to meet Jason's eyes with his own, blue and blue, reaches for the bottom corner of his jacket to hold him just as much in place as the hand on his shoulder.]
OK, fine. You think you know me so well? Then you tell me, Jason - what exactly am I bullshitting you about? What big, dark secret am I keeping from you? Put up or shut up.
[It's not a fight, exactly - not yet, anyway. But it's not giving in, either.]
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Tim feels threatened, yes, but this doesn't seem to be a true threat. He doesn't want to fight Jason. Does he? No, he doesn't want to fight him, Tim is tired of fighting Jason, but he can't just give in, either. He's hardwired to never give up, never give in, keep fighting, why is this so complicated. Why is everything with Jason a complication.
Just tell him. Tell him what he means to you. Tell him - no. You don't just tell Jason Todd something like that. Not if you're Tim Drake.
He's caught at an impasse, stuck between the impulse to advance and the resistance to retreat. Tim considers his options, quickly calculates likely outcomes. Squares his tense shoulders, turns his face up, defiant, to meet Jason's eyes with his own, blue and blue, reaches for the bottom corner of his jacket to hold him just as much in place as the hand on his shoulder.]
OK, fine. You think you know me so well? Then you tell me, Jason - what exactly am I bullshitting you about? What big, dark secret am I keeping from you? Put up or shut up.
[It's not a fight, exactly - not yet, anyway. But it's not giving in, either.]