( one moment, and jason breathes in. another and he lets it go. a third, and he pulls himself back together. builds up pieces into something that almost looks human, held together with tape and glue and sheer stubborn will. this won't break him. it hasn't yet--it hasn't in a while. bruce says nothing, just walks and it's not unexpected. it's bruce wayne under that cowl, through and through; younger, likely from another side of the multiverse, but still the same asshole who found jason stealing the tires off the batmobile and let him wear dick's old uniform to go kick crime's ass. )
I meant it. You stay the hell away from me.
( his voice is still a little shaky, body leaning half towards following after bruce like he's--tried to do, even all these years later, and fucking off in the opposite direction. he hates how complicated this always feels. )
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I meant it. You stay the hell away from me.
( his voice is still a little shaky, body leaning half towards following after bruce like he's--tried to do, even all these years later, and fucking off in the opposite direction. he hates how complicated this always feels. )
I don't want your brand of bullshit.