The news, as dramatic and serious as it was, didn't really come as a surprise. One didn't survive a building collapse without something to show for it. And if anyone other than a doctor was going to reset his leg, Bruce was the next best option. The man had probably spent at least an hour meticulously ultrasounding his leg to make sure that each and every piece was back where it belonged. More importantly, if Bruce thought that Jason needed an actual surgeon, he wouldn't have hesitated to stage an excuse and he would have woken up in the hospital, not Bruce's bedroom.

He closed his eyes when Bruce sat next to him, soaking in the warmth of him. His hip against his own, his hands on his face.... To the casual observer, it would be almost clinical, but Jason knew better. He had known this man and his tastes for most of his life, after all. Keeping his eyes closed, he turned into the touch, brushing his lips against that large, calloused palm.

"Sionis or Dent. They're the only ones with the resources to know that I got that building. Maybe a few small time gangs I've been picking apart. Whoever did it thought it was empty, so they did it to send a message.

Stop. Just...stop. I'm too tired for this song and dance and you...you pulled me outta there and just fucking lay down and let me pretend I'm 14 again, okay? Let me pretend we're still us and I'm allowed to be comforted by your heartbeat again."