[ Jay looked up from his drink when Dick spoke, something softer, sadder in his eyes. Something under the armor, behind the mask. The man that wasn't quite ready to trust, but the boy starved for affection, in a struggle in his heart. He shook his head a little, lifting the glass and drained it down. Sitting the empty glass down he looked into it, thinking of the old metaphor.]
Probably, I'm bad new's Dick. Just take my advice get to know Damian.
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Probably, I'm bad new's Dick. Just take my advice get to know Damian.