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Bruce Wayne & Jason Peter Todd

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He couldn’t remember what hit him or even if he saw it coming. But Jesus Christ, he knew it hurt. And if he forgot, even for a split second, how messed up he was, his body promptly gave him a not-so-helpful, not-so-nice reminder. He groaned as he shifted in his bed. And while it hurt to move, he couldn’t stop himself from taking a quick glance around.

And in a snap, he saw Tim. Slumped in a chair, his hair a mess, and awake but not really.

In those few seconds, all of Bruce’s pain disappeared from his mind. And all he could focus on was his son.

“Did you get out okay?”

They had barely made it out of the building alive. Thank goodness Bruce drove them rather than take bikes. Tim was worried that he wouldn’t have gotten Bruce to the clinic in time. But he did, he made sure to call Leslie ahead of time. 

Bruce got the brunt of the building. When they saw the bombs, Tim found himself under the protection of his father’s body. Thankfully it was relatively easy to get himself and Bruce out considering they were under a building that exploded. 

Since the explosion, there had been a loud ringing in his ears, it had been a mixture of that and his worry for Bruce that kept him awake as he waited for Bruce to wake up. Tim had tinnitus and some hearing loss from previous explosions that he had been in but this time the ringing was almost overwhelming. He didn’t even know what Bruce had said. He heard his voice but not clearly. It was the same with Leslie earlier and she took a few scans after she got Bruce stabilized. She wasn’t back yet. 

Diana’s eyes went to her hand, her face softening and a smile forming on her lips when she felt Bruce wordlessly move to take her hand. It was somple and small and act, yet that alone was enough for her. 

‘‘For the last time, old man, I’m fine! See?’‘ 

Jason waved his arms around for good measure, sending the purplish liquid that had soaked his armor, flying. ‘’This is not the first time I’m covered in strange smelling, and possibly alien and/or magical goop.’’ 

Tim pulled a face from across the Cave, eyeing Jason suspiciously. ‘’I really don’t want to know.’’

Jason barked out a laugh before turning his attention back to Bruce. ‘’Come on, B. I’m tired, I’m sore, I miss my bed and my shower, can I please just go? I promise I’ll stay in the Manor tonight, just can we skip the vigorous testing until tomorrow? Around noon-ish?’’