Leave it to Jason to do the one thing that Bruce least expected from his wayward son. The kiss was so gentle and tender and full of misplaced longing, and Bruce understood it so very well. These moments of trauma ultimately brought him closer to Jason whether or not he wanted them to. He let the brush of lips happen, content to have Jason smear blood all over his face if that's all it took to get what he desired.

The rumble of a groan left his lips as Jason pulled away, understanding why but ultimately disappointed as well. Anyway, Bruce already had a syringe in hand, easing it into Jason's thigh where the medicine would slide through his veins and ease him into a worry-free sleep.

"I'll be here," he said, his own free hand cupping Jason's cheek. "The entire time."

Bruce waited until Jason knocked out before he started on the leg, the fingers, undressing Jason efficiently so he could get to every single bruise and scab. Leg first, then he'd worry about the rest.