#jason doesn't know

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Sorry, second anon, smut doesn’t really work with them in WAtGP. But don’t worry, there are other prompts for some BruJay :D

Unlike the JayTim First Date, I don’t think this will make much sense if you haven’t read We’re All the Gods’ Playthings. Sorry.

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WAtGP - God of Truth and Justice!Bruce & Jason

Words: 983

Rating: Gen (again)

The Big Fight

“That’s not a good idea.”

“I know you’re worried B, but it’s something I have to do.They’re desperate for doctors and—“

“No, Jason,” Bruce barks.

Jason blinks in surprise. Bruce hasn’t spoken to him thatsharply in years. Since he was a kid.

“It’s not like I’ll be in the trenches. I mean, I will, butnot figh—“

“Enough. I said no. You’re not joining the war. That’sfinal.”

Jason bristles. “Excuse me?”

Bruce stands his ground, crossing his arms over his chest,brows knit, that frustratingly impassive look in his eye that he always getswhen he knows more than he’s going to say.

Jason hates that look. And contrary to Bruce’s intention, itonly makes Jason more likely to dig in his heels.

“It’s far to dangerous, son,” he says, a lot more gentlythan Jason expects. Bruce’s face changes before his eyes, expression falling. Suddenlyhe looks older, tired.

“It’s a war, Bruce. I know it’s dangerous. But that doesn’tchange anything. This one is right. And I have to help,” Jason insists, lettinghis indignation at Bruce, yet again, trying to control his life, fade away likehe always does. It doesn’t matter that he knows the motivation is pure, thatBruce is just trying to protect him. Bruce has always unintentionally tried tonudge him away from the things that felt most ‘right’ for him.

Bruce looks completely dejected. More so than Jason believesthe situation merits. The older man rubs a big hand over his face and throughhis hair, before sighing. His shoulders slump as he looks back.

“Going into medicine was bad enough. You cannot go to war.”

Jason stares at him for a moment. His eyes are pleading,desperate. Jason knows he means every word.

“You must be the only parent who doesn’t want their kid tobe a doctor,” Jason grumbles before he thinks about the words coming out of hismouth. He feels his eyes get big and his ears burn. “Not that you’re my… Imean, not that I’m…” he huffs in frustration.

Bruce closes the distance between them smiling kindly and restsa hand on Jason’s shoulder. “You know you’re as much my family as Alfred or—”

“Or your biological kids? The ones you never see and hardlymention?”

A shadow falls over Bruce’s face for a moment, somethingmore than regret or pain hidden in the depths of his frown. “That’s… fair.”

“No, it isn’t,” Jason sighs, feeling worn out already, “I’msorry. It was shitty thing to say.”

They stand in stubborn silence.

“Jason,” Bruce implores, “You cannot go to the front. Youabsolutely cannot go there when—as a doctor. This is the most important thingI’ve ever asked of you. I need you to trust me.”

Jason looks straight into those steely-blue eyes.

“Tell me why.” He’sa little surprised to hear himself say it. He’s thought it, more times than hecan count over the years. But his instinct is to give into Bruce, to try tomake him happy. Proud. But Bruce has a long history of not explaining things,of asking Jason to trust him and never telling him why. Usually he lets it gobecause he does trust Bruce. He’sonly put his foot down once before. With medical school.

This decision is just as important to him. How does heexplain to Bruce that it feels right,feels necessary? That, all the way downto the core of what make him who he is, this is something crucial… something…defining.

Bruce swallows, opens his mouth briefly before closing itagain. Jason doesn’t take his eyes off the other man’s face.

“This is important to me, Bruce,” Jason appeals softly, “I need more this time. You have to give mesomething.”

Jason watches the internal battle play out in his mind. Hecatches the moment Bruce comes to a decision and exhales in disappointment.

“I can’t. It’s… complicated.”

Jason nods. “I get it. But that’s not fair. And it isn’tgood enough this time.”

He turns to leave but is stopped by Bruce’s hand wrappinghis bicep in an impossibly strong grip. There’s something very like fear in hiswide eyes and worried frown. It makes Jason’s stomach somersault uncomfortably.

“You don’t understand—”

“You’re right. I don’t. That’s the problem.”

“Jason—”

“Bruce. You’re hurting me,” Jason flinches as the grasp on hisarm turns bruising.

This has happened before. Bruce is deceptively strong and itcomes so easily that sometimes he forgets himself. But this is the first timehe doesn’t let up, the first time he doesn’t back off, apologizing profuselyand genuinely.

“You’re not going.”

Jason stares up at him. “Let go of me.”

Bruce stares right back. “Never.”

Another brief stalemate.

“My arm,” Jason murmurs, “Let go of my arm.”

Bruce jerks his hand away like he’s been shocked. But he doesn’tapologize and he keeps his eyes on Jason’s face.

They glare at each other. Jason shakes his head and moves towardthe exit.

“Please, Jay… please listen to me. Don’t do this.”

“It’s too late, B,” Jason replies, hand pausing on the knob tothe front door of the manor, “It’s done. I leave for training in two weeks.”

The cool air of the spring evening feels good on his warm face.

He hates fighting with Bruce, hates when they leave thingslike this. And he really hates how it gets his adrenaline up, gets his bloodpumping.

Jason takes a deep breath. It’ll blow over. Like med school.Bruce will be upset for a while but eventually he’ll see how much this means tohim, how important it is that he pursue this. Bruce is overprotective and morethan a little dramatic.