Spider-Man's words stirred up a lot of bad memories for Jason. Like that night, when Spider-Man had nearly destroyed Gotham twice, then ran right up to provoke him, got away unscathed, and spouted nonsense in front of Batman.
Spider-Man even said he'd been bullied at school. Give me a break, who was bullying whom back then? Batman and I had a grudge, so I came back as the Arkham Knight to get revenge, and then you jumped out and asked, "So who's Batman's favorite Robin now?"
You said you weren't good with words, so who was the one yammering on and on in front of Batman, dumping all the blame on him?
Jason could obviously tell that the Spider-Man in front of him wasn't the same Spider-Man from back then, but at least when it came to strength, how could Spider-Man possibly be weak?
Spider-Man seemed not to know how to explain it either. He could only sigh and say, "Fine, people like you wouldn't understand. There's no point staying here all the time. I think we should take a walk around the streets."
"To do what?" Jason asked.
"First, my bathtub duck exploded, so I need to buy a new one. I can't take a bath without a duck. Second, you said the person chasing you hasn't given up, so we'll see if we can lure him out."
Jason was puzzled too. He looked around the bedroom and said, "That's strange. Why didn't he chase us here?"
"Come on, where would he even fit?" Spider-Man said self-mockingly. "Forget an entire hand holding a dagger—he can't even get a finger in here now."
Jason couldn't argue with that, because the whole bedroom really was packed a little too full. It was like trying to stuff an eagle into a sparrow's