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Nodding in acceptance, Dick dropped the topic. Everyone was entitled to their secrets. "I saw you on the security cameras." He tells her as they head for the front of the building. He glanced at the woman from the corner of his eye.

Dick desperately wanted to believe that but he couldn't bring himself to. "Yes, it is." He insisted, his words coming out strained. "I ignored the instincts that were screaming at me that something bad was going to happen and you paid the price." Looking back at Jason, he made a promise to himself that he wouldn't let anything like that happen to the younger man again.

Jason scoffed, almost disbelieving, despite the treacherous squeeze around his heart. ''So what, you - you harbored this for years? For me? I've killed people, Dick. Damn near killed Tim. Bruce, even. And you expect me to believe that you'd still want me?!''

"Yes," Dick answered simply, his face darkening. "We've all killed people, Jay." He held up a hand to stop the other from interrupting. "The circumstances for the kills don't matter." He wet his dry lips, a nervous glint in his blue eyes. "The question is do you feel the same after I let you down?"

"Yes, I did." Dick shot back, hunching in on himself. "It's my fault that you died." He said, forcing the words out. As much as he didn't want to talk about as it gave him severe anxiety, he knew the conversation was long overdue.