I'm glad we have you here. Jason can't remember the last time he's heard those words ever said to him. To Dick, sure. To Babs, of course. But to him? People always seemed to be weary. Not that he could blame them. He'd attacked half of them, after all, since he'd returned from the grave. More amends he would have to make one day, perhaps. If he ever got home.
Steve's grip, Jason notes, is strong, assured. Friendly, but confident. Amazing how much you could tell from a handshake.
"Thank you," he says, meaning it. "Hope I can at least prove my worth." Isn't that what he's always been trying to do, lately?
When they approach the fence, Jason kneels down, checking the bottom of it, looking for prints, so that they can get some sort of clue on what they might be up against. "I'm starting to wonder if the monsters might not necessarily be magical or mystical in nature," he says. "That was my assumption. But you know. Science. This could be something else entirely." He stands up and looks at Steve. "Just speculation, obviously. But the monsters must have a reason for attacking."
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Steve's grip, Jason notes, is strong, assured. Friendly, but confident. Amazing how much you could tell from a handshake.
"Thank you," he says, meaning it. "Hope I can at least prove my worth." Isn't that what he's always been trying to do, lately?
When they approach the fence, Jason kneels down, checking the bottom of it, looking for prints, so that they can get some sort of clue on what they might be up against. "I'm starting to wonder if the monsters might not necessarily be magical or mystical in nature," he says. "That was my assumption. But you know. Science. This could be something else entirely." He stands up and looks at Steve. "Just speculation, obviously. But the monsters must have a reason for attacking."