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( there's history there for sure. whether or not jason wants to get into it is his choice. )

I don't think he'll come around here. I can't see why he would. He didn't know me.

Supers love people. They're like golden retrievers. He'll be around.

[Jason's expression sours as he stirs.]

( the thought of that has his face scrunch up some. hm. )

I guess we'll see.

I'm just saying. [Jason looks up from the stir fry.] When he shows up, and he will, I don't want to be involved.

You don't have to be.

( his voice is soft but supportive. )

He doesn't have to come here either, if he does think to seek me out.

Well, good. [Well there's some relief. Last thing he needs is another cape invading his space. It's enough there's an entire belfry, why do there need to be flying capes, too? He stirs with a touch more anger, regardless.

What the fuck is happening that there's so many masks around?]

( he watches the way jason stirs and stands there, mulling over what to say. )

This is your home as much as it is mine.

[Bruce has said it more than once to Jason, but there are days when Jason remembers feeling like a burden to the Titans, to his Bruce and it still translates over to his time in Etraya.]

Yeah. [He reaches in to grab a piece of broccoli to try. It's hard not to think of the Titans in a tower like this.]

( at that, he gently places a hand on jason's shoulder and offers him a quiet squeeze of support. )

I'm glad at least one of us is capable of cooking. Feel like you'd just end up with canned... food... more often than not if left up to me. Well... maybe not that bad, but. Definitely frozen meals.

Hey when you live on the streets of Gotham, you gotta make whatever you find work for you.

[He chews the bit of broccoli before nodding. It's close to being done.]

Frozen meals is better than what my Bruce could do. He just let me order out most of the time after Alfie died.

( his gaze drops in thought at that. he'd nearly lost alfred himself when he'd left here for however long he'd been gone. a blip in his existence both here and back within gotham, it seems. he knows that day will come for him — that no amount of money and nothing within his own personal power will be able to stop alfred from one day passing away, but. he doesn't like to think about it — it's too soon.

after a moment when he realizes he's fallen quiet, he looks over to jason. )

How much of a fan of dessert are you?

[Jason notices the quiet but doesn’t comment on it. He pulls the stir fry off the stove and sets it on a trivet before he returns to grab the rice.]

Depends on the desert.

Not really one to keep much of that on hand.

( sad but true. )

You think it's ready now?

Should be.

[Jason moves to grab some utensils. He holds out a fork to Bruce.]

Try it.

( taking the fork in hand, he goes about giving the food a taste that jason had done up for them and, with a slow nod, he looks back to him. )

It's good.

( better than anything he could do, honestly. )

Thanks for doing this.

Yeah, sure. [Jason shirks the thanks as he spoons out some rice for both of them before sliding the rice to Bruce.]

Put it with rice.

( he does just that, puts the rest of it with the rice and goes to the fridge then to grab them something to drink. opting for water, he fills up two glasses from the jug for them and sets one down for jason, the other kept nearby for himself. )

Another mission should be starting up in a couple weeks or so.

But I’m not— [He’s not fully healed and is just about to get a normal cast for his arm.]

The fuck am I supposed to do?

We'll have to see what sort of mission it is to begin with.

( he knows jason can't sit it out and likely wouldn't even if he could, knowing him. )

I'll stay by you.

You can’t stay with me the whole time.

[Jason frowns as he scoops stir fry into his bowl.]

It depends on what sort of mission it is.

( they'd done just fine with the last one after all... in terms of being together that is. )

[Jason shoves a piece of broccoli into his mouth.]

You can’t babysit me forever.

It's not babysitting. It's being partners.

( and he takes a moment to help himself to some of the food after he says that. )

Partners? [Jason pauses and frowns at Bruce.]

Isn't that what we are?

( batman and... whatever jason wants to refer to himself as. )

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