Jason sat back, taking a deep breath, running shaky hands through his hair. It probably wasn't wise to talk to Slade Wilson the way he was, but... way he figured, Wilson got his shit, and in ways he could never explain, he reminded him of Bruce, the parts of Bruce Jason loved.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2008-09-20 03:03 pm (UTC)(Thanks. And yeah, we will, I guess.)