[ It's not the first time Jason's ever punched him the face. But when it connects, he doesn't feel just the force of the punch. He feels the weight of everything Jason must be feeling. The break in his voice. It breaks him. ]
[ It stings. And he doesn't know what to do with the pain. He could bury it, like always. Or give himself the space to feel it. He doesn't know what to do with any of this. ]
No. You have every right to be angry with me. But I didn't lie to you.
[He moves back, away, across the room so he's in the corner. Normally he doesn't let himself do that, be cornered, somewhere that he can't hold onto all the power in the room, but he can't help it now. He shakes his head.]
Then what the fuck is it, Bruce? You told me you loved me, and then you, wha-
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Go to hell!
[He yells it, and it's clear he's going to cry any second now.]
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. You lied.
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Jason, stop.
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You are so goddamned predictable, I should have known-
[He aims another punch.]
I should never have trusted you, I should have known, this is my goddamned fault-
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Stop. Listen to me.
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[He slaps Bruce, then, open handed and sad.]
I kept doing that and you kept fucking with me, and now you-
[His lips pull away from his teeth in a growl.]
Iโm always the idiot, arenโt I?
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No. You have every right to be angry with me. But I didn't lie to you.
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Then what the fuck is it, Bruce? You told me you loved me, and then you, wha-
[And then it hits him.]
You coward. You fucking coward.
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I did what I needed to do. That doesn't make me a coward.
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Get out. Get out, I never-
Get out!
[He yells it, and he feels like his body is coming apart. He feels like he did when he saw the bomb tick down to zero.]