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And sure, Hal goes over and celebrates Dick's birthday parties and they all get invited over for Christmas dinner and meet Jason and yada yada

They're friends but not past the most basic level of willing to die for each other and the idea that they could be vulnerable but just haven't had a moment to be that yet

And then Hal is coming home from a long mission out in space- he's been gone for weeks now or something- and all he wants to do is slump onto one of the couches in the lounge and not wake up for years

except he has this little Itch that he always has to satisfy when he comes back because every Founder has something that they do to check up on each other, so he has the ring do a rudimentary scan of everyone's names and just ensure no one got gravely injured or anything

Barry and Clark are dealing with something on Venus, J'onn and Arthur are in the core of the Earth for some reason that will surely be entertaining when they share it later, and Diana and busy chatting with Hades for something

And Bruce...

Hal drops everything and breaks the soundbarrier to reach Gotham.

Bruce is in the middle of a media storm, his smile forced and shoulders tense and he looks five seconds away from breaking down right then and there and he has every right to because his son is dead and that's horrific

And just as Bruce's knees buckle, Hal slides up right beside him, pushes the reporters that were getting just a little too close away and slips his hand into Bruce's

Bruce manages to catch himself, half of his weight sinking entirely against Hal's side.

"Hey. I got you." Hal whispers, and wraps his arm more securely around Bruce's waist, tucking him closer, his other hand taking its previous place and holding Bruce's.

"You okay?" He whispers as they push through the crowd, and Bruce just squeezes his hand back silently in answer.

No. His eyes scream, but his shoulders have relaxed by the time they make it to the Manor, and when they make it through the doors Bruce just buckles into Hal's arms and they sit in the foyer, holding on as Bruce sobs and Hal strokes his back and whispers words of what he hopes is comfort and is There for him.

Damian: Grayson, why does Pennyworth leave food on the counter every night?

Dick, on his phone, not even paying attention: Oh, that's for Jason.

Damian: For 'Jason'?

Dick: Yeah. Sometimes he sneaks into the kitchen at night, so Alfred started leaving food out for him.

Damian, confused: I've never seen anyone here.

Dick: Well he doesn't always come. And last time, Bruce caught him crawling through the window and scared him away so, who knows when he'll show up again.

Damian, definitely thinking of a raccoon: So then Pennyworth is feeding a random stray that crawled out of God knows where?

Dick, annoyed: He's not a 'random stray', Damian, he's family, and he has been living in this house for way longer than you have.

Damian, trying to remember how long do raccoons live for:

Damian: I hope he doesn't die soon.

Dick: ????!!

*Later that night in the Bat-cave*

Tim, typing away in the computer:

Damian: Drake. Have you ever met Jason?

Tim: Uh. Stupid, annoying and looks like a skunk? Yes, why?

Damian, picturing a mix between a racoon and a skunk:

Damian: Is he friendly?

Tim: Well, the first time I met him, he attacked me, so...

Damian: Hmm... What did you do to provoke him?

Tim: What did I do to– Bitch–

Tim: Nothing! He just didn't like me taking 'what was his', or something.

Damian, nodding: You invaded his territory.

*The next day*

Damian: Father, when do you think Jason will visit again? I want to meet him.

Bruce: Um. I don't know, Damian. He doesn't come here often.

Damian: Why?

Bruce: Because he lives somewhere else.

Damian: Why doesn't he just live here with us instead? He would be safer.

Bruce, wincing: I don't think he would like that, Damian. He's not confortable here.

Damian: But, maybe if I befriend him I could convince him to stay.

Bruce, sighing: I don't think so, Damian. You have to respect his space.

Damian: Oh...

Damian: I hope he doesn't get rabies

He is rooting for his nemesis

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