Bruce said nothing about bringing Jason 'home', exactly where he'd asked if it was up to Bruce, focusing instead on pulling his cowl down so it hung around his neck. Gloves came next so his hands were free and he could wash up and sanitize them. The last thing they needed was Jason's leg getting infected.

When he returned to the table, he cut open Jason's pantleg and frowned down at the damage. It was in bad shape. He'd get X-rays to confirm, but as he prodded around at it, he was pretty sure it was going to need to be snapped back into place and Jason would likely be limping one-legged for a few months until it healed properly. The thought did occur to Bruce that maybe Jason would stay here, let Bruce take care of him...

But he couldn't allow himself to think that was a guarantee. Jason's moods were mercurial at best.

"I'm going to give you something for the pain," he said finally after a thorough investigation. "And then I'll take some x-rays and we'll go from there." He forced himself to look at Jason, directly in his eyes, still seeing the shimmer of tears in them but Jason certainly looked better now that he was out of the claustrophobic deluge. "All right?"