[It feels like a deal has been made, a truce has been met- but more than that, it feels like there's an understanding between them now and Bruce hopes it lasts. He hopes they can both carry out their end. His, more than Jason's. He's still the adult here, grief and all.
Luckily just then, his phone buzzes and he unfolds his arms, checking it.]
Food is here. I'll go grab it. Pull out some plates.
[He looks at Jason a moment longer, then heads off to grab their food from the Manor gates, shoving his sunglasses on.]
[It's at least a truce. Bruce has stated his intentions and Jason his. Before he can say anything else, Bruce's phone buzzes and Jason takes that as a sign to let things rest for now.
He nods to Bruce before setting out plates for the two of them at the dining table. It's weirdly formal, but Jason doesn't set the plates at either end, instead keeping Bruce at the head of the table and Jason next to him. Utensils follow and then napkins.]
What do we got?
[If Jason's honest, he could do with a nap instead of eating, but for now he's upright and that's what he's focused on.]
[ It takes Bruce a few minutes, but then he's back again, a few large paper bags in his hands. He wasn't expecting the dining room table either, just at the same spots on the counter they were just at, but- it's it's alright. It's just been a while since he's sat here.
Not since Alfred died. ]
A variety of chili dogs- probably enough for two meals. Bread separate so it doesn't get soggy. Fries, and...basil lemonade.
[Because Alfred used to get that all the time. Jason probably knows that as well.]
[Bruce really is speaking Jason's language here, all the way down to the basil lemonade. He might carboload and then take a nap, but right now he plans to enjoy every bite.]
[ He pulls it all out of the bags and sets it down between them. It doesn't have to be two meals if Jason wants to eat it all right now. They don't need to ration anything.
He waits for Jason to dig into what he wants first before taking his own, putting it on his plate. He's quiet as they eat, but it doesn't feel uncomfortable. It's nice to be sitting here eating with someone again.
He glances over at Jason from time to time, making sure he's enjoying his chili dogs. Eventually he dos speak up.]
[Jason is about to eat just about everything in the bag. He hasn't eaten anything since he left San Francisco and that's a twenty-plus hour drive on a motorcycle. The first chili dog is washed down with the basil lemonade and the second follows the first. He pauses at the option of a third, hand hesitating before looking over at Bruce.]
[ When Jason eyes the rest of the chili dogs with hesitation, Bruce reaches out and pushes the container toward him. Have as many as you want, Jason. ]
Real good. [When the container is pushed toward him, Jason digs in and starts into his third chili dog.] Thanks for getting them. This isn't 'cause of anything in the letter, right?
[ He grabs a napkin to wipe at his fingers before lifting his drink to take a sip. He's only stalling a little bit. ]
It felt like a good welcome home.
[He's quiet again for a moment, trying to build up the courage to talk about this. He can take on all of Gotham, but when it comes to talking about feeling or emotions- he's a mess.]
...Alfred used to do the same for me. When I had difficult days... and nights. It seemed ridiculous- how could food be comforting, but- once he was no longer here I understood.
[ That's what he was afraid of. He sits back, looking away. ]
I see.
[He picks at the bandage around his hand, wondering if it would be too strange if he went back down to the cave. And then he wonders why it even matters if it's strange. He might not be able to maintain what he's trying hard to achieve right now, and he'll inevitably fail. He doesn't know how to be what Jason needs, especially in this state of mind.]
So you've already forgotten what we spoke about earlier.
[Jason shakes his head.] You can say 'I got you' all the times in the world, but if you push me away, I don't know what else I'm supposed to fucking do.
[He gets up from his seat, taking his lemonade with him.]
I spent more time on the streets than with you, Bruce. I don't know what else to say.
[So much for talking, for trying to hash things out, for opening up. Jason's pulling away, telling him he'll run away, and Bruce doesn't know if his words earlier had sunk in at all.]
Just know that I'm not the one pushing you away. If you want to leave, that's your decision. I already told you, I don't know if I can be better than this.
[ Bruce sits there, staring at the floor for a minute, then gets up and slowly starts cleaning up their food. He boxes up the leftovers and puts them in the refrigerator before he cleans up their garbage. He hates being up here so entirely now.
He wishes Alfred were here. He'd know what to say, what to do. He'd be able to help Jason. To take care of him.
He leans his hands against the counter and bows his head, squeezing his eyes shut. He tries to think of what Alfred would say, but it all feels empty and hollow. He knows Jason is lost, lonely, feeling broken- but that's how Bruce is feeling too, and he hasn't been able to help himself, so he's not sure how to help Jason. The only thing that ever really works to clear his head is going down into that cave, looking over his cases and going out into the night to protect his city.
The kitchen feels far too empty again, so he heads back down to the cave and opens up his files to continue working on them again. ]
[Jason hadn't unpacked much in his sleepless endeavors. A change of clothes is easily tucked back away. His eyes fall on his Robin suit, still slung over the tub in the bathroom. That, too, would need to be packed away, but for a different reason.
It takes about ten minutes before Jason is down in the cave, the case containing his suit practically burning through his palm. He sets it on one of Bruce's tables and then then bike keys on top of it.]
[ Bruce is already deep in his investigations again, marking the spots he can go to tonight for surveillance. The places he needs to place bugs remain in his head, though. He can remember all of this easily enough, even when he's tired.
He's surprised when Jason comes down to the cave- maybe he's had second thoughts about pulling away. If he's lucky, maybe Jason's here to join him.
The case with the Robin suit is placed on a table, along with bike keys- Bruce looks over at him.]
Are you getting ready to come out with me tonight?
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[It feels like a deal has been made, a truce has been met- but more than that, it feels like there's an understanding between them now and Bruce hopes it lasts. He hopes they can both carry out their end. His, more than Jason's. He's still the adult here, grief and all.
Luckily just then, his phone buzzes and he unfolds his arms, checking it.]
Food is here. I'll go grab it. Pull out some plates.
[He looks at Jason a moment longer, then heads off to grab their food from the Manor gates, shoving his sunglasses on.]
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He nods to Bruce before setting out plates for the two of them at the dining table. It's weirdly formal, but Jason doesn't set the plates at either end, instead keeping Bruce at the head of the table and Jason next to him. Utensils follow and then napkins.]
What do we got?
[If Jason's honest, he could do with a nap instead of eating, but for now he's upright and that's what he's focused on.]
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Not since Alfred died. ]
A variety of chili dogs- probably enough for two meals. Bread separate so it doesn't get soggy. Fries, and...basil lemonade.
[Because Alfred used to get that all the time. Jason probably knows that as well.]
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Sounds awesome. Let's eat.
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He waits for Jason to dig into what he wants first before taking his own, putting it on his plate. He's quiet as they eat, but it doesn't feel uncomfortable. It's nice to be sitting here eating with someone again.
He glances over at Jason from time to time, making sure he's enjoying his chili dogs. Eventually he dos speak up.]
I never had these before you came along.
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You were missing out. These are the fucking bomb.
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They're good. But messy.
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[He knows that's not what Jason means, of course- but it's uncomfortable for both of them.]
We both had to eat at some point. Whether I'm worried about you or not.
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It felt like a good welcome home.
[He's quiet again for a moment, trying to build up the courage to talk about this. He can take on all of Gotham, but when it comes to talking about feeling or emotions- he's a mess.]
...Alfred used to do the same for me. When I had difficult days... and nights. It seemed ridiculous- how could food be comforting, but- once he was no longer here I understood.
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Don't know if it can be a bad day when every day is like this.
[Or at least with the Titans. There's a reason he left.]
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Has this been a bad day?
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[His hunger disappears and he nudges the other half of the chilidog over toward Bruce.]
Guess it's not all bad today.
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People are hard to work with. To be around.
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[He isn't going to argue that. Not even a little bit.]
But if I fall into that category? Then what?
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Then I guess I'd leave.
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I see.
[He picks at the bandage around his hand, wondering if it would be too strange if he went back down to the cave. And then he wonders why it even matters if it's strange. He might not be able to maintain what he's trying hard to achieve right now, and he'll inevitably fail. He doesn't know how to be what Jason needs, especially in this state of mind.]
So you've already forgotten what we spoke about earlier.
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[He gets up from his seat, taking his lemonade with him.]
I spent more time on the streets than with you, Bruce. I don't know what else to say.
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[So much for talking, for trying to hash things out, for opening up. Jason's pulling away, telling him he'll run away, and Bruce doesn't know if his words earlier had sunk in at all.]
Just know that I'm not the one pushing you away. If you want to leave, that's your decision. I already told you, I don't know if I can be better than this.
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Then I'll fucking leave now and put you out of your trouble.
[And then muttering,] 'I got you' my fucking ass.
[Before he storms off toward his room.]
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He wishes Alfred were here. He'd know what to say, what to do. He'd be able to help Jason. To take care of him.
He leans his hands against the counter and bows his head, squeezing his eyes shut. He tries to think of what Alfred would say, but it all feels empty and hollow. He knows Jason is lost, lonely, feeling broken- but that's how Bruce is feeling too, and he hasn't been able to help himself, so he's not sure how to help Jason. The only thing that ever really works to clear his head is going down into that cave, looking over his cases and going out into the night to protect his city.
The kitchen feels far too empty again, so he heads back down to the cave and opens up his files to continue working on them again. ]
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It takes about ten minutes before Jason is down in the cave, the case containing his suit practically burning through his palm. He sets it on one of Bruce's tables and then then bike keys on top of it.]
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He's surprised when Jason comes down to the cave- maybe he's had second thoughts about pulling away. If he's lucky, maybe Jason's here to join him.
The case with the Robin suit is placed on a table, along with bike keys- Bruce looks over at him.]
Are you getting ready to come out with me tonight?
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sorry for the delay, life got craazy! D:
hope things have gotten better!
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