Gotham's Knight

Ain't Gonna Die Tonight -  Macklemore with Eric Nally

I ain't gonna die tonight You can't kill me, not my spirit History is ours tonight The people are chanting, can't you hear it? Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh

Clark knew where to go, but he felt more comfortable letting Bruce lead the way since it was his house. As they start up the stairs he feel’s Bruce’s hand in his begin to sweat and he takes a moment to look at him, “are you alright? Your hand is sweating…”

“Can I help you relax, baby?” he smiled softly and kissed his forehead, “And I am needed here now, so you got me..”

He was suprisingly compliant with it all, probably just really exhausted and really done with everything to care. But it would be interesting to see how he felt in the morning with proper sleep. Internally, Damian was still processing everything and trying to figure out this whole debacle. Externally, well, he was falling asleep, no question there. 

Damian looked up at Bruce with a tired but also slightly nervous look. He shifted in bed just a bit, to be closer to his dad. 

“I love you too,  بابا.”

Bruce wrapped them both up in the blanket on the bed, Damian pressed safely against his chest. His son was safe at home. They would figure everything else out later. Sleep would help to clear both of their heads for tomorrow.

Jason frowned a little at the offered hand, seeming confused by it as he weighed up what he wanted to do.

He knew he didn’t want to stay put, sitting awkwardly in the middle of the floor, but he still needed some space; to keep a clear divide and take back a sense of control over his boundaries until he had properly calmed down.

Splitting the difference, Jay elected to move back toward the bed, moving until he was near enough to sit on the floor next to it and next to Bruce, with his back resting against the bed itself so that he had an additional point of physical contact with something solid to keep him grounded, though he maintained a gap between him and Bruce

Bruce lowered his hand into his lap. “Do you want a blanket,” He asked gently. “It can get cold down here.” Bruce could feel his back starting to stiffen up already. “I have a weighed blanket now. Dick bought me one, they’re rather nice.”

Alfred wanted to tell him to leave and get on with his life. It wasn’t fair that this lad kept coming back to a stubborn brat-like man who couldn’t stop lashing out as badly as Thomas used to.

He shrugged in agreement. He didn’t plan on staying for too long once Bruce was out of the hospital. As long as the surgery was a success he wouldn’t be needed, Tommy would be enough and anyway he was only a few hours away, it’s not like he couldn’t come back if he was needed.

“I’ll stay until he’s able to sleep through the night off the heavy painkillers, but if he’s still throwing spats I’ll go back to the cottage, I’m not too far out of town if you need me, so I can come back if you call…”

He looks at his watch and sighs. “Have you eaten? I’ve got some leftovers from earlier if your hungry” he offers. Might as well play butler to someone who appreciates it.

“Well, I’ll be there to help no matter what. Okay?” He patted Alfred on the leg gently. “I’ll take care of him and you. You two are the only family I have left.”

“I’ll cook. You stay out here and rest, okay? Unlike your idiot son, I know my way around a kitchen.” Someone had to take care of Thomas when he was growing up, Lord knows his mother didn’t give a damn. Well, that wasn’t true, she did, but she wouldn’t leave him alone ever. He wasn’t a mama’s boy, she was just trying to control his whole life.

Jason grabbed his pillows and rearranged them so that he would be more comfortable, propping himself up enough to watch the movie but still in a position that would let him fall back asleep comfortably if he nodded off again.

“Not much,” Jason answered from within the nest of pillows and blankets when his dad returned, giving Bruce a tired smile.

His medicine hadn’t yet started to kick back in, so for the time being, Jay was still feeling rough, but a freezy pop should at least help soothe the scratchiness in his throat and cool him a little against the fever.

“Yeah, it’s not like they got a dating app that deals in vigilantes and superheroes, right?” Jason agreed, all too aware of how living a double life that made so much demand on your time, as well as all of the physical stuff and the risks that came with it made dating options extremely limited and challenging even for something casual.

“Hard enough to trust someone even just as a friend doing what we do. Finding someone who can handle all that shit while building and maintaining a romantic relationship is even rarer.”

“Yes, besides I would hate to see what a mess that dating app would be.” Bruce leaned back in his chair a little more. “At least with Clark I don’t have to lie about being bad at polo.” He took a sip. “I don’t even know how to play polo.”

Bruce’s arm weren’t a cage.

They weren’t the tight coffin, unyielding underneath his fingers and arms. Nor were they the locked doors he’d been hurt behind. Killed behind.

Jason felt like he was being ripped in half, chest seizing between the choked out noises. But he was here. Breathing.

I’ve made it out.

Jason stayed there for a moment longer, safe in the hold of his father, before he managed to regain a semblance of control over himself. He pulled back, throwing a side-ways glance to where Clark had been, pleased to note that the man had enough self-preservation to disappear.

“This family is a fucking nightmare,” he murmured without much heat in his tone. “Who the hell ever through that locking us up in a room together was a good idea…”

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