Jason zeroes in on only one of her words: Robin. It takes his brain a clumsy moment to wrap around the significance of what she says, to finally string it all together, nearly dumbstruck by the revelation: "You were Robin, too."

The belief that Bruce did her an incredibly disservice and the understanding of the parallels between his story and Steph's solidify in his mind like quick-dry cement. He laughs - quiet, dry, bitter. "How many of you are there, anyway? What, did he set up some kind of school for plucky young sidekicks-in-training?"

There's more that he wants to say, more sharp words that want to slice at his tongue while they spill out of his mouth, but Jason clamps his jaw shut with a heavy breath out and drops his face into his open hands. It's not Steph's fault that Bruce replaced him with other Robins. He's not angry with her - he's angry it happened. His fingers push up into his hair, tightly curled while he waits for the flicker of anger at the base of his spine to fade.

"Sorry," he whispers, finally pulling his fingers out of his hair and clasping his hands together in front of him. "I'm just - so pissed at him."