The real hell of it was, Bruce had passed Jason in the hall and given him a warning. Jason had still waltzed into the room without any kind of announcement and didn't much look like he was taking any care to be slow and careful now.

He wanted to punch the guy. In the face. Hard. He'd take being hit back for that.

"I'm not?" He feigned surprise, pushed off and took a walk around the room - toward Clark but not directly. Maybe he had two brain cells functioning. "You're right. I'm not. Do you know what you did to him?"

Do you know what you did to me was in there somewhere, too.