[Not that he ever needed to, all his interactions with this kid has been written in big bold font in his head—special treatment for daddy's little boy. And when he cuts short, he noted that as well. Not like Damian to cut short of anything when it comes to him, as their previous encounters testified, nevermind the very neutral and non-threatening follow-up.
Jason shift his weight from on leg to another, then back again. This is odd and he just can't figure it out. Curiously, he steps closer and squats down by Damian.]
Gloat about food? That's a new low worst comeback scale. I give it a 3/10. If I had pen and paper, I'd be jotting that down. You know what that is, right? It's a F minus.
[They don't give F minuses but he leaves that in; something of a lure to see if he can get Damian to snap back. And as he waits, he pulls a carton of vaguely Chinese food type out.]
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Jason shift his weight from on leg to another, then back again. This is odd and he just can't figure it out. Curiously, he steps closer and squats down by Damian.]
Gloat about food? That's a new low worst comeback scale. I give it a 3/10. If I had pen and paper, I'd be jotting that down. You know what that is, right? It's a F minus.
[They don't give F minuses but he leaves that in; something of a lure to see if he can get Damian to snap back. And as he waits, he pulls a carton of vaguely Chinese food type out.]