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Jason Todd ([personal profile] deadbirdarising) wrote2024-08-18 10:46 pm

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[personal profile] batsintheattic 2024-08-20 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Two massive hands punched through concrete and brick and rebar and drywall, the material of his nearly unscratchable gauntlets riddled with scrapes and tears. But through the chaos of detritus and rubble, there was a crack of light that shown through, snapping the darkness in half and replacing it with the grateful face of a father who would have done anything for this particular son.

Once Bruce saw him, heard him, touched him, he knew he could get through this. They would both make it out alive.

"Easy," Bruce hummed, his voice a low balm to soothe Jason's obvious panic. "Easy, son, I'm right here." In any other situation, Bruce may have used the fear advantage to add in something like Daddy's here, but he was altogether too horrified by what he was seeing to focus on anything but saving Jason. That came first, his desires always last. "Give me your hands. That's it." Bruce calmly walked Jason through it, shouldering the weight of the rubble and easing it aside so he could grip Jason's arms firmly and haul him up into the light. "Watch your head," he added, cradling it on Jason's way up and out and then not giving a shit about what it looked like or if Jason might fight, he pulled Jason into him and held him tight. The black shadow of his cape, filthy from the rubble, whipped around them and covered them like a blanket. "I've got you," he promised. "I've got you."
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[personal profile] batsintheattic 2024-08-20 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
It wasn't easy or as graceful as he'd have liked, but Bruce managed to get Jason into his arms and started walking. "Hold onto me," he demanded. "I'll get you home." He found the dangling line from his grapple and snapped it back into its holster, listening to the familiar zip of heavy duty wires whizz into the machine. When it was all wound back how it should be, he shot it at a nearby building and hefted Jason up into the skies with him.

Bruce didn't go to Jason's safe houses. He knew a few of them (not all), but when Jason said 'home', Bruce was taking it seriously. His true home. Where he belonged, if Bruce had it his way.

They flew through the sky, over buildings and beyond the city limits until Bruce could get them into the Batmobile where he'd left it to speed them home. He didn't bother putting Jason into his own seat; just climbed into the driver's side with Jason still clinging to him like a child. And he drove all the way to the Manor that way and hefted Jason out of the car with him once they arrived, making his way to the med bay.

"Your leg needs looking at," he explained quietly. "I'm going to have to sit you down for that. All right?"
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[personal profile] batsintheattic 2024-08-20 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
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?"
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[personal profile] batsintheattic 2024-08-21 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] batsintheattic 2024-08-21 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
When Bruce heard his name, he moved from where he was wringing a wet towel out in the en suite. He'd removed his uniform and was only in a pair of lounge pants at the moment, his broad chest full of fresh scars and old wounds, some of them caused by the very person he was currently coming to check on. Jason was a hell of a shot and even better with a knife.

"I'm right here, Jason," Bruce said, his voice low with promise as he approached the bed and looked down at the state of Jason. "How are you feeling?"
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[personal profile] batsintheattic 2024-08-21 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"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."
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[personal profile] batsintheattic 2024-08-22 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Bruce stopped, pulling his hands back and looking Jason over. He hadn't anticipated that Jason would be this eager for him, that he'd nearly be begging for Bruce to touch him. And the reminder of what they'd done when Jason was much, much younger didn't go unnoticed either.

"What is it that you're asking from me?" Bruce asked, his voice quiet enough to exist just between them. He wasn't sure if he was capable of holding Jason without making it something more, no matter the injuries.
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[personal profile] batsintheattic 2024-08-23 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
If Jason actually thought Bruce had given up on the mission for an entire night, he certainly had another think coming and it would be a terrible wake-up call that Bruce was a zebra who never changed his stripes. He was practically incapable of it. His mind always a thousand miles away and a thousand miles ahead, never allowing himself the chance to just exist and be vulnerable with someone he cared for.

He hummed in thought, already imagining this was not going to end well, but then again, it never did. So he eased onto the bed beside Jason, taking up more space than any human man should be capable of, and turning Jason carefully onto his side with his leg still propped up. No matter what they did, Jason had to keep it elevated and still to heal and the one thing Bruce wouldn't do was compromise Jason's future health for a fuck.

"Come here then," he said, knowing full well Jason couldn't exactly 'come here' like normal and that Bruce had to be the one to slide his hands around his waist and haul him close. Bruce's front to Jason's back, he put his body flush against Jason's, half-hard just from the sight of Jason if he was honest but just letting them both get situated first. One massive arm around Jason's middle, the other smoothing his hair out of his face. "I've got you."
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[personal profile] batsintheattic 2024-08-23 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
"You know how much it drives me crazy when you call me that," Bruce purred, dragging his lips along the back of Jason's neck, his collar bones, his shoulder. "It's been a long time." A long time since they'd been together like this, longer since Jason had really wanted it as much as Bruce did. Or maybe that wasn't true, as Bruce knew his want of his son was more than anyone should want another person.

If he had it his way, he'd keep Jason locked up for his own entertainment only. To be used at his whims, loved so deeply that no one else could ever see.

"Tell me if it's too much." And that wasn't exactly because he was worried about Jason getting hurt (or not just because, anyway) but more because he liked being the one to both hurt and heal him.