But Jason could never find a place he belonged and so they let him die.
"You can't keep bottling everything up like this," Tim said lowering himself on the cold floor. "It's better to talk about it."
"If I wanted bullshit therapy, I'd find Harley."
"How about a trade then. You tell me and I help you escape."
"...why would you help me?"
"You had the option to kill Dick tonight but you didn't. You could've put a bullet in Joker's head, but you didn't."
"Yeah, well that is more because Daddy dearest lodged his batarang into my fucking shoulder."
