It wasn't easy or as graceful as he'd have liked, but Bruce managed to get Jason into his arms and started walking. "Hold onto me," he demanded. "I'll get you home." He found the dangling line from his grapple and snapped it back into its holster, listening to the familiar zip of heavy duty wires whizz into the machine. When it was all wound back how it should be, he shot it at a nearby building and hefted Jason up into the skies with him.

Bruce didn't go to Jason's safe houses. He knew a few of them (not all), but when Jason said 'home', Bruce was taking it seriously. His true home. Where he belonged, if Bruce had it his way.

They flew through the sky, over buildings and beyond the city limits until Bruce could get them into the Batmobile where he'd left it to speed them home. He didn't bother putting Jason into his own seat; just climbed into the driver's side with Jason still clinging to him like a child. And he drove all the way to the Manor that way and hefted Jason out of the car with him once they arrived, making his way to the med bay.

"Your leg needs looking at," he explained quietly. "I'm going to have to sit you down for that. All right?"