Jason turned to face her and the princess’ eyes met his dead-on, fingertips curling around the armrest of her seat. She listened to him, silent as he spoke, despite the fact that there were multiple points she could have — and should have — interjected at. He trailed off as he mentioned Dick, and Kori’s gaze finally lowered. How could she forget the true purpose of why she’d suited up, even for a moment? The young boy would always be their priority; they couldn’t necessarily save him from ending up as fucked up as they were, but they could very well try.
Her line of vision was still pointed toward the floor as Jason swiveled back to look out the front of the Dragon, and Kori sighed. They’d both failed Dick. Jason was at least around, but Kori? She’d all but relinquished every responsibility she had, distanced herself from the people that mattered, left Dick in the wake. How was that fair to the boy? She looked up when she heard Roy’s name and had Jason still been facing her, he would have noticed the flare of anger that made itself visible via the brightening of her hair. That was a low card to play, even for him. Kori shook her head at his words, eyes cast toward the ceiling.
“Of course not,” she replied, tone sharp, “My leaving was in my control, yes, but you and I both know I would have been more of a hindrance than a help back then.” Her jaw clenched. “I’m still not of much help as it is, and you seem to be functioning well enough without me, anyway.”
“Functioning, sure. I could have used the backup, though. Why do you think I have this new armor? People out there, they’re crazy. Metahumans. Aliens, for fuck’s sake. Look at what happened to Metropolis! A quarter of the city got destroyed."
Jason stopped talking abruptly, running a hand through his long hair. With a sigh, he resumed speaking.
"Shit’s rough, Princess. I missed you. Can’t tell you how hard it is to be alone against the city.”
Sad eyes met hers, and the emotion revealed there was unsettling. He never let himself get like this, not ever. Not since the showdown between himself and Bruce had he even teared up. But here he was.
“I need you. Starfire.”
and all of this will never be the same again 