( the moment jason goes and hoists him up, bruce hisses through clenched teeth, biting back the pain he can feel threatening to spill from his lips as if they were blood. no matter how many times he gets beat up, shot, stabbed, bruised, it still hurts. still takes a toll on his body. sometimes he's lucky and doesn't end up with a scar from it.
draped over jason, he sighs, eyes heavy. he hears his words β bleed out, fifteen, safehouse β but can't find it within him to reply right away at first. when he does, it's a mumble. )
Alfred..
( alfred's not here and he wonders what he'd think if he were. what he'd think of this jason todd here helping him out after trying to shove his blade through his neck. if he could trust him. if he could trust bruce to be more like bruce and less like batman.
he wonders that as he starts to drift. starts to slip away from any sort of consciousness. just for a little. just... for a little. )
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draped over jason, he sighs, eyes heavy. he hears his words β bleed out, fifteen, safehouse β but can't find it within him to reply right away at first. when he does, it's a mumble. )
Alfred..
( alfred's not here and he wonders what he'd think if he were. what he'd think of this jason todd here helping him out after trying to shove his blade through his neck. if he could trust him. if he could trust bruce to be more like bruce and less like batman.
he wonders that as he starts to drift. starts to slip away from any sort of consciousness. just for a little. just... for a little. )