And you're the one who's still holding onto that.

[Well, probably. Jason held grudges pretty well too. Death threats were no petty grievance, but no one had gone unaffected enough by their young Robin's passing to hold to old conflicts. Nothing had quite seemed as important as the loss.

But he brought his arms up to wrap around Damian again without hesitation, hooking his chin over Damian's shoulder and hugging him tight.

(He didn't want to leave. He really didn't.)]

I'll be faster than a speeding bullet. [Probably not.] I'll be back to kick your butt before you know it.