[Jason sacrifices the crippling blow to his kidney, trying to just breathe through the pain as the cowl comes off. He's about to celebrate, despite the pain and the fact that he's landing flat on his back, when the recognition dawns almost instantaneously. Grayson. The Dickie-bird. The good son. After everything Jason had done for Gotham, after everything he'd proven to Bruce, Dick was wearing the cowl? No. No.
His rage blazed savagely through his chest as he abandoned the knife for one of his pistols and made an attempt to aim it at his 'brother.' The raw anger seared across his face as he grit his teeth underneath the helmet, gnashed them together.]
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His rage blazed savagely through his chest as he abandoned the knife for one of his pistols and made an attempt to aim it at his 'brother.' The raw anger seared across his face as he grit his teeth underneath the helmet, gnashed them together.]