Time to choose (tag: atleast Dick, but anyone is allowed to join really ^^

Jason walked into the training sector. Nothing much had changed. He walked to the punching bag, touching it softly. The conversation with Superwoman playing in his head. She had made some pretty good points. And he knew he needed to choose his side soon. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Him and his stupid pride.

Dick held the letter in his hands as he pushed open the door. His eyes wouldn't be healed by the time he went in so he'd have to train in the mean time.

Dick stepped trough the door, itching under his bandage tht covered his left eye. He paused for a moment eating another person.

"Hello?" He moved his head to the side before widening his eye.

"Jay...?"

Jason turned around quickly when he heard a familiar voice. 'Oh great!' "Hello Dick. Did Tim tell you I was here?" He asked trying to sound casual.

(( OOC: does Jason not see the bandage?))

Dick rose one of his eyebrows, shaking his head.

"I haven't seen Lil Wing since arriving."

He nodded. "Okay." He pointed at Dicks bandaged eye. "Did you get the licensnumber?" He asked laughing.

Dick folded his arms as he pouted.

"I took a sword to the face. It was bloody and epic!" Dick exaggerated his story.

Jason rolled his eyes at Dick. "Yeah, and santa claus exists." Atleast Dick could learn how to lie better.

Dick just snorted, rubbing the back if his neck.

"West got drink, I'm pretty sure you can connect the dots."

He smirked. " I can, but I want to hear the whole story." He crossed his arms on his chest.

"... I don't remember. I blacked out." Dick said with a sigh. It was stupid for him to forget something that painful. Thank God for alcohol!

He chuceled and walked close to a wall to lean on it. "The boy has gone wild." He said in a mocking tone. "And here I thought you were the good son."

"Tch, we all know I'm the Failure son. First is always the least." Dick countered, giving a smirk.

Jason rolled his eyes. "Please! We all know Bruce fucking adores you." He said bitterly.

"Sure, maybe that's true but I worked for that. And then lost it when he fired me." Dick moved his hand to rub under his eyes, well eye. He was starting to understand the world Slade saw, well that thought freaked him out. He decided to move topics.

"Anyway, why are you here? You announced it to the world you'd never come to the Manor again."

He pursed his lips. "Well it was either this or going to the villain mansion. I can see how eagerly you and Tim want me here."

Dick gave a smile, an honest one.
"I'm glad you're here, it's about time you came back to talk to everyone about your never ending issues!"

He narrowed his eyes, somehow that insulted him. "I haven't choosen my side yet, so don't go celebrating just yet."

OOC: >.< kept updating the page and didn't see that we had moved to page 2 v.v -fails-

"Thought you killed villains. This must be heaven for you." Dick rolled his eye, his visible one at least.

Dick internally felt in a termoil, what was he supposed to do?

He rolled his eyes in return. "I do, but I'd rather not do it under the name hero."

Dick took a breath, shaking his head. It did not help to even talk to him.

"Still better than killing innocents like..." Dick couldn't bring himself to acknowledge his failure.

Jason looked away from Dick. "No one is innocent. Everyone has blood in their hands. What matters to me is how much blood they have."

"That's not true and you know it, Jay-bird." Dick said, rolling his eyes at the man.

"There is light in the world. Just because you lost your grip on yours doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

Jason shot a look at Dick. "What does my darkness consern you?!"

"Maybe because I can still see the brat that replaced me. You were happy and I was irritated with you, but I got over it."

"Seems like you never got over yours." Dick hated to egg his adopted brother on, he knew his words would irritate the man. Maybe that's what he wanted, a fight. That's usually when they communicated best.

Jasons eyes narrowed, as he felt the rage rise in him. "You want another black eye Dickie boy?" He asked in a dark tone, showing his adoptive brother his clenched fist.