He hadn't argued. Bruce reconnected his grapple line and Jason found enough strength to reach back into the protection of the cape, his hands finding the build in grips in the suit. They were designed for smaller hands, for Robins who'd lost their own lines, but Jason still clung to them easily, face still buried against the nomex of the cowl.
The car ride jostled him enough to register that they probably weren't going to one of his own safe houses in the city, but he didn't argue. He'd fight later, when fear and exhaustion wasn't pulling at every cell in him, mingling with pain until it was all he could do to shift himself so that Bruce could still see to drive.
He was much, much bigger than he used to be when he'd ride in Bruce's lap. Not that he felt it. Not that he ever felt it when Bruce could still haul him around like the child he used to be.
He lost time in the car, his face tucked securely against Bruce's neck, so when the cockpit slid open and Bruce picked him up like he didn't weigh almost as much as Bruce himself, Jason only made a small, surprised sound when he blinked open his eyes and looked around at the cave.
"I...Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay." He shifted to help Bruce settle him on the hospital style bed, laying back so he could breath through the wave of pain that pulsed through him. It was the first time he'd really felt his leg and he found himself wishing for the calm quiet of the drive once more. "Fuck, it's mangled, isn't it? I...wasn't expecting you to bring me here..."
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The car ride jostled him enough to register that they probably weren't going to one of his own safe houses in the city, but he didn't argue. He'd fight later, when fear and exhaustion wasn't pulling at every cell in him, mingling with pain until it was all he could do to shift himself so that Bruce could still see to drive.
He was much, much bigger than he used to be when he'd ride in Bruce's lap. Not that he felt it. Not that he ever felt it when Bruce could still haul him around like the child he used to be.
He lost time in the car, his face tucked securely against Bruce's neck, so when the cockpit slid open and Bruce picked him up like he didn't weigh almost as much as Bruce himself, Jason only made a small, surprised sound when he blinked open his eyes and looked around at the cave.
"I...Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay." He shifted to help Bruce settle him on the hospital style bed, laying back so he could breath through the wave of pain that pulsed through him. It was the first time he'd really felt his leg and he found himself wishing for the calm quiet of the drive once more. "Fuck, it's mangled, isn't it? I...wasn't expecting you to bring me here..."