( he feels bruce shift, and his immediate response is to tense up. waiting for the fight, for the hit, for something. it's--instinct, one he's managed to curb with some, but not bruce. because chances are high shit will turn into a fight with bruce, and maybe this is where it does.
it doesn't. fingers brush through his hair and it's the kind of soft touch jason only ever expects from--dick, when he's feeling affectionate. kyle is usually where it comes from, and it's still something jason's getting used to. he communicates with his fists, through fighting, through banter he's been using since he was just a kid with an attitude. this is new, slightly uncomfortable,
but it's still enough to cause the dam to break, for the tears to actually start falling. he'd been out there fighting for a while, taking down people's nightmares, getting civilians out of the way--taking down thomas and martha wayne, which is shit jason wasn't expecting to do today. he hurts, he's exhausted, he's got a kid running around out there that he let loose and who the fuck knows what dick is getting into, he's full of chaos and energy.
jason's here, leaning onto bruce, his fingers in jason's hair that's just barely long enough it's starting to curl again, and jason's pulling in a breath through his mouth before his shoulders start shaking. he doesn't reach for bruce, keeps his hands down on his thighs. doesn't say jack shit as tears fall and land on bruce's gear. doesn't say anything through the quiet gasping breaths, just breathes through it to try and keep himself from falling apart even more. )
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it doesn't. fingers brush through his hair and it's the kind of soft touch jason only ever expects from--dick, when he's feeling affectionate. kyle is usually where it comes from, and it's still something jason's getting used to. he communicates with his fists, through fighting, through banter he's been using since he was just a kid with an attitude. this is new, slightly uncomfortable,
but it's still enough to cause the dam to break, for the tears to actually start falling. he'd been out there fighting for a while, taking down people's nightmares, getting civilians out of the way--taking down thomas and martha wayne, which is shit jason wasn't expecting to do today. he hurts, he's exhausted, he's got a kid running around out there that he let loose and who the fuck knows what dick is getting into, he's full of chaos and energy.
jason's here, leaning onto bruce, his fingers in jason's hair that's just barely long enough it's starting to curl again, and jason's pulling in a breath through his mouth before his shoulders start shaking. he doesn't reach for bruce, keeps his hands down on his thighs. doesn't say jack shit as tears fall and land on bruce's gear. doesn't say anything through the quiet gasping breaths, just breathes through it to try and keep himself from falling apart even more. )