bruce;

[turdusmigratoriusmortuus]

[So, maybe he should have considered the ramifications of breaking his shoulder in a motorcycle accident, but maybe he made a choice and the choice was Killer Croc is trying to eat my baby brother and I can yeet a motorcycle onto him.

The real choice - the one that is has a ramification - wasn't his, anyway. It was Damian's, dragging him back to the Batmobile and driving it straight to the cave and then dumping him there. That little bastard was going to pay.

Unfortunately, the worst of the ramification is that Alfred found him, and now Jason is in the pack room up in the manor with a sling, drugged to the gills, and huffing the smell of a blanket that Alfred left with him like a lunatic.]

Stop hiding I can smell you.

[He says that to the door, which is now open.]

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[knightbynight]

Then what do you think he's going to scold you about?

[ Bruce knows it wasn't a bad call. He's glad his youngest is in one piece. Grateful, even.

He grunts when Jason wriggles around, not wholly comfortable himself but slides down so Jason can adjust. ]

You're going to regret this when the drugs wear off.

[turdusmigratoriusmortuus]

Not the motorcycle. Having to hear about it from Alfred, probably.

[He snorts.]

Regret going home to my omega smelling like our dad? Yeah, I'm going to regret this.

[knightbynight]

[ Bruce doesn't disapprove of Dick and Jason.

That probably isn't clear from the fact he mostly ignores it, and when the words 'my Omega' come out in reference to Dick he tenses up in a very particular way. He doesn't move away from Jason. It isn't, at least, anger. Just... discomfort, from not having the first idea how to navigate it.

That 'our dad' thing... is complicated all over the place, and a higher than usual amount of internal conflict.]

You should probably call him, rather than letting how you smell when you come home be the tell.

[turdusmigratoriusmortuus]

[He cuddles in closer.]

Alfie took my phone.

He says I get loopy when I'm on meds.

Can I have yours?

[knightbynight]

[ He stares down at Jay for a moment and - ]

Only if you let me up to get one.

[ He's freshly showered and those sleep pants have no pockets.]

[turdusmigratoriusmortuus]

[Absolutely not. No. He is not letting that happen.]

I guess I'm not calling D.

[knightbynight]

Why not? You don't even like me.

[ Turn about is... 'fair' play? ]

[turdusmigratoriusmortuus]

You smell like home, you duplicitous shitbag.

[Never say Jason isn't ready to throw down at any moment of any day.]

[knightbynight]

And you smell like pain medication, an injured adult alpha, a fourteen year old, and asphalt. What is your point?

[turdusmigratoriusmortuus]

You're lucky Alfred took away my knives or I would stab you.

[He grumbles it.]

World's best detective.

[knightbynight]

Want to borrow a sword?

[ He is absolutely an asshole, but.

If anyone has any right to stab him... it's Jason. GIven how many other people have, it's almost unfair. ]

[turdusmigratoriusmortuus]

[He tries to hit him and doesn't manage, of course not.]

Fuck you.

[He's pouting now.]

I'm injured and you're being a jerk.

[knightbynight]

[ He braces his open palm against Jason's broken shoulder to support it, then rolls so he's wrapped around Jason, and still holding onto him. It probably hurts, but that isn't the purpose. That they end up more comfortable after that is. ]

Because I miss you or because I'd let you stab me?

[turdusmigratoriusmortuus]

[He squints.]

The second. I think.

[knightbynight]

You have ever right to stab me.

[ Just saying that. ]

I can argue with you about the whys, but it doesn't change that.

[turdusmigratoriusmortuus]

I don't wanna stab you.

Wanna watch the Knights play.

[He clearly is getting more and more loopy as time goes by.]

[knightbynight]

[ That... gets him emotionally, because that is absolutely a call back to much better day, when a much smaller Jason was curled up with him.

But it also concerns him enough that he presses his fingers against the inside of Jason's wrist just to be sure that loopy is narcotic, not coming from a missed internal bleed. ]


We can do that. I'll even buy you a hot dog.