Look, remember what I told you when we first met? That everyone knows who my version of Grayson is? It wasn't an exaggeration. Some assholes from a parallel dimension or something--I'll be honest, I really didn't care, that was Justice League-level bullshit, not mine--unmasked him on live TV. He wasn't going by Robin anymore, but really it wasn't that huge of a leap to figure out he was the original.
You know what happened to the big, bad Batman and his little flock of birds?
Nothing.
No one's figured out just who they are. I don't know. [He doesn't doubt he can figure it out though, but as that doesn't help his point any, he keeps it to himself.]
Two words of advice:
1. "The rules" are bullshit. They're arbitrary, given to you when you were too young to know better by a guy who thinks its a good idea to run around dressed like a bat. One of the things about growing up is you have to decide what "rules" work for you. You don't have to play the game just like him. Get out from under his shadow. Play the game the way you think it should be played.
2. You should know by now that I'm very good with determining the odds of any given situation, and the odds of Bucky figuring it out on his own is higher than him not. You move a very specific way, from growing up as an acrobat, and he's more observant than he looks. And if--when--that time comes, I can almost guarantee he'll be pissed you kept it from him.
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Look, remember what I told you when we first met? That everyone knows who my version of Grayson is? It wasn't an exaggeration. Some assholes from a parallel dimension or something--I'll be honest, I really didn't care, that was Justice League-level bullshit, not mine--unmasked him on live TV. He wasn't going by Robin anymore, but really it wasn't that huge of a leap to figure out he was the original.
You know what happened to the big, bad Batman and his little flock of birds?
Nothing.
No one's figured out just who they are. I don't know. [He doesn't doubt he can figure it out though, but as that doesn't help his point any, he keeps it to himself.]
Two words of advice:
1. "The rules" are bullshit. They're arbitrary, given to you when you were too young to know better by a guy who thinks its a good idea to run around dressed like a bat. One of the things about growing up is you have to decide what "rules" work for you. You don't have to play the game just like him. Get out from under his shadow. Play the game the way you think it should be played.
2. You should know by now that I'm very good with determining the odds of any given situation, and the odds of Bucky figuring it out on his own is higher than him not. You move a very specific way, from growing up as an acrobat, and he's more observant than he looks. And if--when--that time comes, I can almost guarantee he'll be pissed you kept it from him.
So whose trust is more important to you, Grayson?