( it's sad how much he can relate to that. to not knowing what it really means to be bruce wayne, despite alfred's constant hope in his supposed return. the return of the boy he raised into a man. the one who's now become so fixated on being the batman that nothing else and no one else, seemingly, matters to him. it's not true. he does care, just... it's complicated and to think that jason is on that same path more or less, even when he doesn't always want to be... he can feel for him. understands how difficult and frustrating this path is... how they, themselves, can be. to themselves, no less.
he'd been disappointed in jason when he initially left. frustrated, as diana had seen. but with the time he's had to sit on it β with jason's words he recalls telling him, it's more looking at some other version of himself almost. from the outside. what others see. which is both uncomfortable yet not at the same time.
straightening up some, still leaning against the counter there beside him, he sighs. looking ahead. )
You'll figure it out.
( maybe they both will. in time. eventually.
hand raising, he gently places it there on jason's shoulder. a reassuring squeeze. )
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he'd been disappointed in jason when he initially left. frustrated, as diana had seen. but with the time he's had to sit on it β with jason's words he recalls telling him, it's more looking at some other version of himself almost. from the outside. what others see. which is both uncomfortable yet not at the same time.
straightening up some, still leaning against the counter there beside him, he sighs. looking ahead. )
You'll figure it out.
( maybe they both will. in time. eventually.
hand raising, he gently places it there on jason's shoulder. a reassuring squeeze. )
Not giving up on you, remember?