( he has no idea how long he's been out when he comes to there on the floor thanks to the rude awakening given. for a second, he's almost panicked β a roof over his head that he doesn't recognize or remember. he'd been in the alley β jason, the plant, the spike. it all comes to him rather quickly, as do jason's words. bleed out, fifteen, safehouse... jacket. right. he mentioned his jacket earlier before he'd let himself slip away. just for a little.
despite the change of scenery and being away from prying eyes, he still feels on edge. regardless of who he is to jason, he doesn't know him and, in all honesty, he did try and gut him like a fish back in the alley.
and now they're here.
the sound bruce makes is one that's pained, face scrunching up as he tries to move to sit up. it ends up being more of a roll onto his side β his good side β arm braced to hold himself up as he takes a second to just breathe. head hanging, eyes shut, he does his best to will the pain away before he's swallowing, head tipping back, and he's unfastening his cape with tired fingers.
the moment it's off, he rests against his arm, head hanging again, another breath taken. )
There's two zippers at the back.
( words that are softβ strained. but jason should be able to see the zippers he's talking about running on a slight diagonal next to each other. that'll take the armor off his chest β let him breathe a little easier without being so padded up. ironic, when that's typically what he wants. )
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despite the change of scenery and being away from prying eyes, he still feels on edge. regardless of who he is to jason, he doesn't know him and, in all honesty, he did try and gut him like a fish back in the alley.
and now they're here.
the sound bruce makes is one that's pained, face scrunching up as he tries to move to sit up. it ends up being more of a roll onto his side β his good side β arm braced to hold himself up as he takes a second to just breathe. head hanging, eyes shut, he does his best to will the pain away before he's swallowing, head tipping back, and he's unfastening his cape with tired fingers.
the moment it's off, he rests against his arm, head hanging again, another breath taken. )
There's two zippers at the back.
( words that are softβ strained. but jason should be able to see the zippers he's talking about running on a slight diagonal next to each other. that'll take the armor off his chest β let him breathe a little easier without being so padded up. ironic, when that's typically what he wants. )