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[theknightshift]

[ When Bruce decided he'd be keeping an eye on this kid, he meant that quite literally. Learning his comings and goings hadn't been terribly difficult either. It wasn't like the kid was exactly subtle. And as the bruises began to heal and Bruce felt more confident that Jason's through the worst of it, the following tapered off to keeping track of when he left where he was staying and when he came back.

That is until today, when his routine veers off into something new. Bruce is curious enough to follow him from the abandoned apartment to the trolley. When he lands behind him, Bruce means to be heard and shifts out of the knife's path, blocking the swing with his hand. Come on, Jay, he could see that coming a mile away. ]

Going somewhere?

[copsormasks]

[Well, at least it isn’t Damian and a rock. Jason’s swipe is easily blocked and when he sees just who it is, Jason groans.]

Oh fuck off!

[Jason pockets the knife and turns away from Bruce to watch the trolley approach instead.]

Why can’t any of you leave me alone.

[theknightshift]

[ No not Damian with a rock. Just Bruce and he is concerned. ]

Where are you going?

[copsormasks]

Why does it matter. [They're approaching the trolley station, but the trolley isn't quite here yet. He wrinkles his nose and winces, despite the green and yellowish bruising on his face.]

[theknightshift]

Because you're not healed.

[ Bruce walks alongside him, doesn't crowd him or anything. ]

You shouldn't be wandering off on your own.

[copsormasks]

I don't have a fucking choice. [They come up to the trolley station and again, the trolley has yet to come.] You guys won't leave me alone. I get attacked, I get blamed. I fucking done with it.

[theknightshift]

Why did Damian attack you?

[ He's yet to speak to his kid about it, but he would. He'd hear the story from Jason first. ]

[copsormasks]

Because I was apparently walking too close to Arkham and he jumped me. [An eye roll to the heavens and beyond.] Then the rest of the belfry showed up to blame me for something I didn't even do.

I didn't even know that was Arkham. Doesn't look like mine.

[theknightshift]

[ The rest of the belfry. Bruce turns over the names he'd been given to figure out exactly who Jason meant. The story feels incomplete. Missing, missing reasons. Besides, it doesn't sound like Dick. Damian? Sure. But not Dick. ]

He's impulsive at that age. Dick got him under control, I'm sure.

[copsormasks]

Whatever. The seven-year-old got to stand and walk around while I was tied up on the ground with a broken face.

[Jason sighs and shakes his head.]

Seriously just go the fuck away. Before someone accuses me of doing drugs while I'm just standing here.

[theknightshift]

[ Seven year old? It'd be pedantic to correct him, so he doesn't. Instead, he focuses on something else, Jason said. ]

You don't know how to escape being tied up?

[ That's...a problem. ]

I'm not going to accuse you of anything unless you give me a reason. How long were you working with your Bruce?

[copsormasks]

I had a fucking concussion!

[Another eyeroll, this time into universe. He hopes answering a question might get Bruce to actually back off.]

Like a year and a half. Then he shipped me off to the Titans. There, happy? Now fuck off.

[theknightshift]

[ silly Jason. You know that's not going to work.

A year and a half is barely any time at all. The hostility concerns him even more now. ]

Is that why you're so angry? Because he sent you away?

[copsormasks]

Fuck off. [The answer is yes. He’s pissed about constantly pawned off.

About being treated a like a mistake.

The trolley is drawing closer and Jason is getting more antsy.]

[theknightshift]

[ The window is closing as the trolley approaches so Bruce moves close, slips a hand around the strap of his bag to keep him from moving and to secure the tracker he'd concealed in his palm. ]

Jason, don't blame me for that. I didn't send you away. And I am not sending you away now. I'm telling you that there can be a place for you if you want it.

[copsormasks]

[Jason scoffs and tries to pull his bag out of Bruce's grip.]

You're a shitty liar.

[The trolley is almost here and Jason is about to crawl of his skin to get on.]

[theknightshift]

[ he let's go once he's satisfied, but doesn't offer to leave. He'd see the boy off, and to remind him once again of something important. ]

If you need anything, tell me.

[ When his back is to Bruce to board the trolley, Bruce would slip a second tracker into one of the pockets not fully secured, near the top of the pocket. Hopefully the last place he'd look for something like that after finding the first one. He said he'd keep an eye on this kid and he fully intended to keep that promise. ]

lmk if this isn’t okay!

[copsormasks]

Yeah. Sure.

[Jason is on the trolley as soon as it arrives and instead of a wave he offers a middle finger.

It takes about an hour for Jason to get to a well-wooded area. He starts to set up when he finds the first tracker. He smashes it between two rocks and moves his camp further from the trolley. It takes a couple days of stewing and resting before he finds the second tracker. It, too, finds its fate between two rocks. Time to pack up real quick.]