If Jason actually thought Bruce had given up on the mission for an entire night, he certainly had another think coming and it would be a terrible wake-up call that Bruce was a zebra who never changed his stripes. He was practically incapable of it. His mind always a thousand miles away and a thousand miles ahead, never allowing himself the chance to just exist and be vulnerable with someone he cared for.

He hummed in thought, already imagining this was not going to end well, but then again, it never did. So he eased onto the bed beside Jason, taking up more space than any human man should be capable of, and turning Jason carefully onto his side with his leg still propped up. No matter what they did, Jason had to keep it elevated and still to heal and the one thing Bruce wouldn't do was compromise Jason's future health for a fuck.

"Come here then," he said, knowing full well Jason couldn't exactly 'come here' like normal and that Bruce had to be the one to slide his hands around his waist and haul him close. Bruce's front to Jason's back, he put his body flush against Jason's, half-hard just from the sight of Jason if he was honest but just letting them both get situated first. One massive arm around Jason's middle, the other smoothing his hair out of his face. "I've got you."