( Lucky for Jason, Bruce is still up because... why wouldn't he be? Working on something β putting this or that together. Anything to occupy his mind with there being no Gotham to protect β no streets to stalk within the shadows and wait. Finding something to keep his mind busy is the only thing keeping him from completely losing it some nights. Though, in all honesty, he's not very far from doing that even on good nights.
When he hears the screams, he looks up from his glass, having been nursing a bit of something between tinkering, and makes his way to the room he let Jason take. Steps are quick β he knows what this is β and when he pushes the door open, it's with the heel of his palm and he's staring into the darkness of the room; he doesn't need light, he sees perfectly fine within it. )
Jason.
( He says his name both firm and focused, steps carrying him towards the side of his bed. )
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When he hears the screams, he looks up from his glass, having been nursing a bit of something between tinkering, and makes his way to the room he let Jason take. Steps are quick β he knows what this is β and when he pushes the door open, it's with the heel of his palm and he's staring into the darkness of the room; he doesn't need light, he sees perfectly fine within it. )
Jason.
( He says his name both firm and focused, steps carrying him towards the side of his bed. )
Jason, hey. It's ok. You'reβ you're ok.