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"Don’t tell me you’re scared," Bruce said, teasing.
Jason fixed him with a glare. “First of all,” he said, indignant, “I am not scared.”
"My mistake," Bruce said, trying not to laugh.
Jason noticed though, and scowled. Jabbing a ringer in Bruce’s direction, he said, “Shut up, old man.”
Bruce raised an eyebrow and said, “You jump off buildings almost every night, Jason.”
Jason shook his head. “An airplane,” he said, trying to sound dignified, “is different. An airplane can crash.”
"So can you," Bruce pointed out.
"I’m trained,” Jason countered and Bruce actually did laugh at that one.
"So is the pilot, I promise."
Jason finally relented, still scowling, and climbed aboard the first plane he’d ever been on. Bruce didn’t regret it when Jason lost his cool act and gushed about it—“Did you see how high up we were, B, that was so cool, we were right there in the clouds”—for hours.
He did regret it just a bit when Jason looked at him with shining eyes and said, “Can we go skydiving?”