"You won't be able to walk on it for a while," he said, plainly, not missing the slow, lazy drag of Jason's gaze over his body. He knew what he looked like and exactly how vulnerable Jason was, and he wasn't above using those things to get what he wanted from Jason in particular. "But it will heal. I reset the bone, so it will be slow going."

Bruce took a seat on the edge of the bed beside Jason, his hips brushing Jason's almost casually. Almost like an accident. And when he reached out, it was to get Jason's pulse and feel for his fever, not just to linger and touch him again.

"I don't know yet who was beyond the explosions, but I'm close," he said. "I'll find them."