[It was the greatest difference between them, honestly. Not the age gap or the perceived wage gap. Not the differences in their intelligence or education. No, the biggest hurdle they had was that Jason had long ago reached the limit on how much attention he wanted. It was why he wasn't saying more about his siblings, because his family was almost always on the front page of some gossip rag or another. Between Dick's career as a cop, Bruce's randomly appearing mixed race son, and Tim just all out dropping out of high school out of sheer boredom, so many things could be used to find out who they were.

And, through them, who he was. At least in the eyes of the public media. Never mind that he wasn't that person or that none of them were the people that were painted in those stories....the public didn't want to see the real people behind the Wayne name. They wanted their celebrity personas and nothing else. Jason had left it as soon as he'd been able to. It meant that he didn't see his family nearly as often as he wanted to, but they could still keep in contact.

Of course, none of his family knew about Edward. That would have been a disaster in and of itself.]

Emma was good, I enjoyed it. Pride and Prejudice will always hold a very special place in my heart, but that shouldn't come as any surprise. Mr. Darcy was my first crush.

[He grinned, holding a hand over his heart and pretending to swoon a little before he relaxed and tilted his head a little.] I'd love to be able to write. Really write. Any time I try, I can never translate what is in my head to paper.

But, one skill I'm not half bad at, is guessing what people might like. And I think I got something you'll appreciate.

[He pulled out his phone and spent a moment looking for something, then grinned and licked his lips. When he spoke again, it was with the rhythmic cadence of someone reciting.]

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of Mankind is Man.
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,
A Being darkly wise, and rudely great:
With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side,
With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride,
He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest;
In doubt to deem himself a God, or Beast;
In doubt his mind and body to prefer;
Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err;
Whether he thinks to little, or too much;
Chaos of Thought and Passion, all confus'd;
Still by himself, abus'd or disabus'd;
Created half to rise and half to fall;
Great Lord of all things, yet a prey to all,
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd;
The glory, jest and riddle of the world.

[He took a sip of lemonade after he finished up, arching a brow as he leaned back in his seat.]

How'd I do?