"Guess we're all delinquents," Jason said wryly. He didn't mind that so much. He'd had the balls to try to steal from the Batmobile. That was something at least. Dick would always be Dick and whoever Tim was, he might end up Bruce's son, but neither of them rolled up and tried to jack the Batmobile. They all had a niche, he guessed.

"Things aren't the same anyway. Dick back there - he's not that big on Bruce either." And there was definitely a hierarchy. Jason thought that was just how life went. If two people did something, one of them was going to be better. That wasn't him. There might be one or two particular things he was better at, but overall, he wasn't the one people were going to remember when they thought about Robin. He'd accepted that. The adoption thing just ... dredged up a moment he was already clamping back down.

The way Dick kept talking about his Jason though ... like he'd been gone for good. Jason was starting to get an idea that he might have been. "Did you think the other me was dead or something? Or did he go work for the bad guys, or never get away from Slade?"