[At some point in the battle when he finds himself needing more information, he heads up, too. The action itself is instinctual for him as well, knowing that what he sees from up there will give him a better perspective on what's going on and help him come up with a better plan. It's a tactic that he often used with Bruce, sitting high up to come up with the next direction to take. Half their conversations were held on rooftops and ledges, and those moments aren't lost to him.
Of course, now that he's here, now that he's different, he intends to apply it differently.
Or intended to, anyway.
The moment he spots the kid in the Robin costume, his mind goes blank—or some extremely emotional semblance of blank.
There's a twisting in his stomach at the shape of the R, and he takes note of the costume: this isn't the same kid that Talia showed him. The one there looked different: he had different hair, he was a couple years older, and there's, of course, the different costume. But this kid is still unmistakably a Robin.
Once the original visceral (and very emotional) reaction passes, he tries to focus. He tries to clear his mind. Robin, whoever that Robin is, is someone he should chat with. Jason knows he should steer clear if he wants to remain anonymous, but he's too curious. The desire for intel wins out (and frankly, his impulsiveness wins out, too). If he jumped down and got away without being spotted, he could find out more later. He knows that—but Jason's not always found what he should do to a T. That's always been his problem (or so Bruce would say, sometimes at inopportune moments).
So he acts, edging along the thin metal bar in front of him before he reaches another pillar and presses against it. He keeps himself out of view for the moment, but he wouldn't be surprised if the kid spotted him. If he's trained by Bruce, he's aware of his surroundings. He has to be.]
Hey, Robin. Didn't expect to see anyone from Gotham here. What a surprise. [His voice is soft, casual, lacking any of the antagonizing qualities that it might have otherwise. He wants to engage in a conversation, even if there's a relative uncertainty right underneath the surface, as well as the fact that he's just barely keeping his emotions in check.] Space, huh? Any idea what guys like us should be doing right about now?
[Guys like us. The control over his emotions is almost undone by his own words. They're both Robins, both individuals who wore that R as kids. He inhales deeply and waits for a response, utterly focused on the conversation that's going to take place.
He seems to block out his surroundings. (A bad move. A really bad move.)]
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Of course, now that he's here, now that he's different, he intends to apply it differently.
Or intended to, anyway.
The moment he spots the kid in the Robin costume, his mind goes blank—or some extremely emotional semblance of blank.
There's a twisting in his stomach at the shape of the R, and he takes note of the costume: this isn't the same kid that Talia showed him. The one there looked different: he had different hair, he was a couple years older, and there's, of course, the different costume. But this kid is still unmistakably a Robin.
Once the original visceral (and very emotional) reaction passes, he tries to focus. He tries to clear his mind. Robin, whoever that Robin is, is someone he should chat with. Jason knows he should steer clear if he wants to remain anonymous, but he's too curious. The desire for intel wins out (and frankly, his impulsiveness wins out, too). If he jumped down and got away without being spotted, he could find out more later. He knows that—but Jason's not always found what he should do to a T. That's always been his problem (or so Bruce would say, sometimes at inopportune moments).
So he acts, edging along the thin metal bar in front of him before he reaches another pillar and presses against it. He keeps himself out of view for the moment, but he wouldn't be surprised if the kid spotted him. If he's trained by Bruce, he's aware of his surroundings. He has to be.]
Hey, Robin. Didn't expect to see anyone from Gotham here. What a surprise. [His voice is soft, casual, lacking any of the antagonizing qualities that it might have otherwise. He wants to engage in a conversation, even if there's a relative uncertainty right underneath the surface, as well as the fact that he's just barely keeping his emotions in check.] Space, huh? Any idea what guys like us should be doing right about now?
[Guys like us. The control over his emotions is almost undone by his own words. They're both Robins, both individuals who wore that R as kids. He inhales deeply and waits for a response, utterly focused on the conversation that's going to take place.
He seems to block out his surroundings. (A bad move. A really bad move.)]