"Slumming it," huh, [Jason murmurs. The choice of words is decidedly not in poor Terry's favor. Already judging him for daring to wear that symbol—Jason has entertained ideas of becoming Batman himself already, but he's thrown aside those plans multiple times—he finds himself judging this guy further because of the clear indications of classism. The one guy to not do that with, and Terry did it.
Poor Terry.]
I don't know why I should be helping you. Shouldn't you be a master of problem solving? That is what your ego is telling you, isn't it? [An edge seeps into his voice. He doesn't like him now, that much is clear. That flirtatious mocking has passed, now replaced with obvious agitation.]
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Poor Terry.]
I don't know why I should be helping you. Shouldn't you be a master of problem solving? That is what your ego is telling you, isn't it? [An edge seeps into his voice. He doesn't like him now, that much is clear. That flirtatious mocking has passed, now replaced with obvious agitation.]