"I'm a rich kid with issues."

Batman RP Blog. Extremely over 18 years old. Don't have rules or verses posted. My messages are open so feel free to reach out if interested. Also have a few sideblogs (Bridget Wayne @imnotbridgetwayne and Barbara Gordon @valuableasset).

[imnotbrucewayne]

jp-todd-rp​:

Don’t engage.

The order grated on his nerves, stirring up a memory Jason pushed away.

He had ignored that order then.

He didn’t do that now.

Jason turned the engine off, pushing it back a little further, so he could make sure he wasn’t spotted, and he yanked his domino off. He’d follow them from a distance, pull up beside them at the nearest intersection, line up the tracker on the side, and then just –

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he muttered furiously, after he had relayed his plan to Bruce and followed up on it. The tracker was on. And he just had to sit there and watch the light for the van go green, whilst his stayed on the red.

“If he hurts her…” and the threat was obvious in Jason’s tone.

“If he hurts her, your second in line behind her in making him regret it. She’s strong and hardly helpless but he went for her because he knows what it will do to us all mentally. This is his game, to try and break each of us down by attacking what means the most to us. His mistake is underestimating her. Don’t make the same mistake.”

As Bruce spoke, he realised the words we also for himself and not just for Jason given how he was mere moments from suiting back up and rushing back out there despite being in absolutely no condition to even be on his feet, never mind trying to be the Bat.

“I’m getting a strong reading on the tracker but I still want you following from a good distance. The last thing we need to do is spook him. He needs to think his plan is working, let him get overconfident.” Bruce added before letting out a quiet huff.

“We’re getting her back, if she doesn’t rescue herself first.”

[imnotbrucewayne]

jp-todd-rp​:

A chill spread through Jason when he heard Barbara being struck and the line fell dead again. But he had heard that metallic clatter. Heard it before, again and again and again –

“B, what are you doing he…”

Jason blinked.

And damn near swerved to the asphalt.

“B, she thought it was you –”

Thomas Elliot. Clayface. Two men who could fool even Barbara Gordon into thinking that Bruce Wayne was there in the room with her.

Both dangerous.

And lethal.

One last corner. And he was there.

Jason gritted his teeth against the sudden change in g-forces as he pulled to a stop, and with a murderous glee, Jason noted that, for all their planning, they hadn’t counted on anyone being out in the field. The van just stood there, parked under a goddamned streetlight, in full view. And – there.

That flash of red hair.

“B…” Jason growled over the comms, already revving the engine. “They have her.” He was in no shape to fight – he knew that – but damn it, Jason wasn’t going to allow Babs be taken without a fight.

Bruce had quickly come to the same conclusion but he put Elliot squarely into focus. Given the events that played out tonight, Clayface didn’t seem to make sense. Someone brought him and Jason together independently to meet in one of Joker’s warehouses. Someone had to know their history deeply to understand what that would do and of anyone capable of that and fooling Barbara into thinking it was him, that would have to be Elliot.

“Master Bruce. You cannot leave in your condition, I’m not beyond taking you down myself!” Alfred stated in a tone that was as close to yelling as he ever came.

“You heard what I did, and so I know you’re thinking the same thing I did and I’m not going to sit by while people are trying to harm my family!” Bruce snapped back already heading over to the costume vault.

“And you’ve heard that Master Jason is already there! You won’t get there in time even if you took the batwing and you’re in no condition to ride a damn bicycle right now, never mind a jet! Believe in your son.” Alfred responded, a fierce look in the elder man’s eyes.

Bruce glanced back with a steely look of his own before relenting as he returned slowly to the computer, tapping at his ear to activate the commlink.

“J. Don’t engage. I know you want to but we have to think about her right now. In your condition there’s a higher chance we lose her. Get a tracker on that van and follow but don’t get compromised. If he has her and is moving her then they’re going to keep her alive. This has to be Elliot.”

[imnotbrucewayne]

I think I’m gonna drop everything on Bruce, Bridget, and Babs. Just suddenly don’t feel good about any of it.

[imnotbrucewayne]

jp-todd-rp​:

Jason damn near fell off the bike when Barbara’s voice cut out and the line went silent.

“O?”

Come on, Babs, respond…

“O?!”

Still nothing.

“Such much for being fucking paranoid,” he spat under his breath. “B, did you copy that? Do you still have a read on her?” Please, tell me you do, I refuse to lose one more person to that green-haired freak! “And I don’t care if you have to call in fucking Superman right now, get her back-up! Now!”

The tires on the motorcycle squealed in protest, and Jason gritted his teeth against the force as he turned, forcing himself through the corner as quick as he could.

Bruce felt the twisting in his stomach when the line goes dead. His eyes almost vacant as he stares at the screen. It’s not until Jason questions him that he’s shaken from his thoughts.

“I already have a satellite en route to the location. But you know who we’re talking about here. I don’t have a vital signature on her and I don’t have security camera access. Her connection was severed though, I’m getting no IP ping response from her. Hang on, satellite is in position, detecting one heat signature.”

Suddenly the sound of static kicks in again, it sounds different. Unlike the digital signal of earlier this is analog.

“God dammit! Someone cut the power to the Clocktower and the backup generators aren’t kicking in for some reason. Good thing I still have the old radios around but they’re not secure. Are you still on the way, RH?”

“He is.” Bruce cut in, not giving Jason a chance to speak as he’d rather he focus on riding as fast as possible. “I don’t know what’s going on but you need to prep for evac now.”

“Already working on it, B.” Babs responds with a slightly breathlessness that shows in the short time she was offline she was already moving as fast as she could. “I’ll be down at the south entrance in five...wait. B? What are you doing he...”

The sound of something being struck followed by a grunt and then a loud metallic clatter rumbled over the radio before going dead once more.

[imnotbrucewayne]

redhoodedjaybird​:

“How about showing me instead of telling me?” Jason replied quietly, sighing in defeat at feeling just as much like he was beating his head against a brick wall as Bruce seemed to be.

On paper, the answer seemed so simple; show Jason that he still had a place, that when the going got tough, he wouldn’t be left to deal with it on his own.

In practice, however, it was a lot more difficult. Especially when frustrations ran high and communication broke down, leading to screaming matches at the very least, if not turning ugly and physical in the worst ways. Those were the times when Jason felt the most like he didn’t belong, and the times when he most needed patience, kindness and support to help him express what he needed to make things better.

“Do you remember how I was when you first found me?” Jay asked, trying a different approach to get through to Bruce what he was trying to say. “How much patience you gave me while I got used to living in a house again, while I got used to feeling safe and not having to worry about whether I’d get to eat something every day? That’s what I need, Bruce. I need time to take things slow and get used to things again. Not the disappointed looks and sighs of frustration, or the yelling. You want that Jason back, then treat me like that Jason.”

He was getting tearful again, Jay’s posture sagging under the weight of his sadness and pain, one last word slipping from him in an almost-begging whisper.

“Please?”

Bruce froze when Jason responded, lowering the grappling gun but didn’t turn back. Not yet.

Hearing him choking up and becoming tearful wrenched at his gut but he was right. The time for words was done and passed as it was clear no matter how much he tried to explain, Jason would never believe it until he was shown it.

He shifts his body to turn slightly back towards Jason. He offered a gloved hand out to him. “Then let me show you. Like I said when I first approached you. Come home.”

[imnotbrucewayne]

jp-todd-rp​:

“You can’t call it paranoia if I end up being right about this. Where are you, O?”

Jason heard the telltale click of someone else patching into the frequency. Bruce.

Stubborn bastard.

At least Alfred would be there to give him hell.

Jason gritted his teeth against the pain that spread through him when he clipped a curb a little too quickly in an effort to save time on his way to the Clocktower.

“I must insist you rest before you cause yourself undue and permanent damage!” Alfred stood from the computer but Bruce simply moved past him, taking a seat at the console.

“I’m resting on this chair. Is that good enough?” Bruce replied with a sarcasm that he clearly only picked up from the man in the cave with him. He remains silent on the comm unit as Jason and Barbara converse but his eyes remain transfixed on the monitors.

“It’s 100% paranoia but you’re just too stubborn to admit it. Stubbornness. I’d say that’s another one you picked up but you’ve always had that in you.” Barbara cuts back over the microphone before letting out an audible sigh into it. She knows that’s not going to be pleasant hearing in the ear as the volume ends up clipping. “I’m right where you’re headed, at the very top, where the security is impenetrable thanks to yours truly and a certain thieving feline who quadruple checked it herself. Like I told ‘Wing. I’m safe. I prom...”

Suddenly the line cuts to static for a few seconds before dropping completely.

[imnotbrucewayne]

redhoodedjaybird​:

“Yeah, you’re one to talk about unhealthy coping mechanisms, aren’t you, B?”

Sure, that might have been a cheap shot, but it was true. Batman was built on the back of one big unhealthy coping mechanism, as was the creation of Robin, but that was really splitting hairs in the face of things when the entire family could use some actual real therapy in some form or another.

“Y’know, you once told me that fear is a tool. That you can shape it and use it to become the weapon you fight with instead of letting it consume you. Well I did what you told me to. I’ve been sharpening that fucking blade since I got back and all its done is cut me more,” Jason murmured, sounding upset and bordering on tears again, trying his hardest to let his guard down and be vulnerable instead of lashing out and pushing away.

“I wanna put the fucking thing down. I do. But I need to know that if I do that and things get dark and messy and complicated, and I’m hard to be around, that nobody’s gonna give up on me. Especially you. So if you want me to trust you again, I’m askin’ you not to write me off when things get hard or I do something you don’t like.”

Bruce couldn’t contain the glare he shot towards Jason in retaliation for the cheap shot he fired. But he kept quiet and listened to Jason speak despite still feeling some of that frustration building beneath the surface. He felt he did all he could up to this point to make it clear to Jason he would do all he could to help him. And yet here was Jason still trying to clarify the same point he felt was already answered.

“Despite what you might think, we never gave up on you. Despite all the times I’ve disagreed and fought with you, I never gave up on you.” His cowled eyes narrow. “I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do to convince you that I’m not going to give up on you regardless of what happens.”

He turned away at this point, pulling out his grappling gun to indicate he needed to leave but he paused at the edge of the rooftop. “I’ve accepted we’re never going to agree on things. But it has never stopped me loving you as a son.”

[imnotbrucewayne]

redhoodedjaybird​:

“Have you cleared that with them? Because the last time I checked, I was still the undead black sheep of the family,” Jason muttered bitterly, all too aware of the fact that, other than Dick, most of the interactions he’d had with the rest of the bat kids were undercut by a current of hostility because the others didn’t really know him all that well.

“You keep tellin’ me I have all this stuff like it’s some magic fix-all, but it’s not, because something always comes up or gets in the way, or it doesn’t last long because the second I do something you don’t agree, suddenly I’m the bad guy again. I wanna believe you, but you’ve made it repeatedly and abundantly clear you don’t trust me anymore, so why should I trust you when you’re not exactly consistent when it comes to givin’ me reasons to?”

Jason’s constant questions and doubts about things were beginning to grate slightly and he was trying to keep that buried beneath the surface but it was growing difficult.

“I’m not claiming any of this is a magic fix, Jason. I’m letting you know that you have a support structure in place that you can use if you need it. I understand you’re scared of things failing and falling apart. But if you keep using that as a crux then you’re going to avoid everything. It’s fine if you don’t want my help at all, that I understand. I’m not ordering you to do this.”

[imnotbrucewayne]

❝  i’m staying.  end of discussion.  you gotta learn to let people take care of you.  ❞ - zee /haeroeine

Bruce grimaced slightly as he tried to sit up but his body quickly betrayed him. He barely made it out of the fire alive and if it wasn't for Zee acting so swiftly, he likely would have never made it out. He wanted her to leave, feeling a sense of shame for being in this state and needing help. So if Zatanna stayed, he couldn't let that feeling go but clearly she thought differently.

"Ngh..." He grunted. Clearly that was the closest to an acceptance of the situation she was going to get as he slumped back down onto the bed.

[imnotbrucewayne]

❝  stay,  please.  ❞ - selina @ haeroeine

Bruce was half way out the window when he heard Selina call for him to stay. He paused immediately, feeling the pull of needing to return to patrol but the tone in Selina's voice seems to pull harder.

Stepping back in, he turns back to face Selina, right as one of her cats roams by and rubs up against his boots.

"Selina..." He calls out quietly, like he's about to follow up that he can't stay but now he's looking at her again, catching that pitiful look on her face while she's wrapped up in a blanket, he knows he can't rebuff her.

"Fine." He steps back towards her and knees down next to her on the couch, a gloved hand brushing gently across her cheek.

[leneemusing]

STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS

❝  don’t be ridiculous,  there’s enough room on this bed for both of us. ❞ 

❝  please stay.  i don’t think i can be alone tonight.  ❞

❝  i’m staying,  okay?  you don’t have to be alone tonight. ❞

❝  you shouldn’t be alone right now.  i’ll take the couch,  it’ll be fine.  ❞

❝  will you sleep with me?  i know how that sounds i just mean—  i feel safe when you’re there.  ❞

❝  i’ll be here the whole night okay?  nothing will get to you while i’m here.  ❞

❝  wait— have you been here all night?  ❞

❝  i thought you went home after i went to bed.  you didn’t have to do that— you could’ve at least joined me in bed that couch is shit for sleeping on.  ❞

❝  can i stay with you tonight?  i don’t wanna go home yet.  ❞

❝  it’s late,  you might as well just stay here.  ❞

❝  can you just…stay here?  and hold me.  ❞

❝  i know this might sound weird but,  do you wanna stay over?  i guess ‘sleepover’ sounds kind of childish but.  i think it’d be nice.  ❞

❝  i’m not expecting anything,  i just,  thought it’d be nice to keep you company tonight. ❞

❝  i don’t have nightmares when you’re there.  ❞

❝  i get you’re doing the whole protective thing— and i appreciate it.  i do,  but there’s no reason for you to stay awake all night.  might as well come to bed.  ❞

❝  thank you for staying.  it just gets so lonely at night sometimes.  ❞

❝  i don’t want you to be alone tonight and honestly,  i don’t really wanna be alone either.  ❞

❝  do you wanna stay with me tonight?  ❞

❝  stay,  please.  ❞

❝  i’ll stay.  ❞

❝  i’m staying.  ❞

❝  i’m staying.  end of discussion.  you gotta learn to let people take care of you.  ❞

❝  i’m not ready to say goodbye yet.  ❞

❝  i don’t wanna have to say goodnight.  ❞

❝  honestly i can’t sleep,  so if you wanna stay up with me?  ❞

❝  i don’t sleep a lot either these days.  we can be insomniacs together.  ❞

❝  well,  i can think of some ways to wear you out.  ❞

❝  if you can’t sleep,  there are other things we could do.  ❞

❝  i’d rather fuck than stare at the ceiling counting sheep to be honest.  ❞

❝  it doesn’t have to mean anything,  i just don’t wanna feel lonely tonight.  and i want to feel good for once.  ❞

❝  please don’t go—  i need.  i need someone—  i need you.  ❞

❝  the night doesn’t have to end here,  you know.  ❞

❝  i like it when you’re here.  so stay.  please?  ❞

❝  you’re just as lonely as i am.  might as well be lonely together.  ❞

❝  you can stay but i’m not letting you sleep on that couch.  ❞

❝  chivalry is overrated,  get in my bed.  ❞

❝  you’re clearly exhausted.  you can go in the morning.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to pretend to be fine,  if you need me to stay i will.  ❞

❝  when i said i wanted everyone to leave me alone i didn’t mean you.  i can’t handle everyone else right now but you…you’re different.  ❞

❝  you need someone right now.  and i’m the one that’s here.  let me be what you need.  ❞

SCENARIOS

[ GUARDED ]  sender insists on staying the night to keep watch over receiver who has been in some kind of danger. 

[ GUARDING ]  receiver insists on staying the night to keep watch over sender who has been in some kind of danger. 

[ UNEXPECTED ]  one muse stays the night to keep an eye on the other after something traumatic and they end up having comfort sex.

[ CONSOLE ]  sender asks receiver to stay the night because they don’t want to be alone and they end up cuddling.  

[ CONSOLED ]  receiver asks sender to stay the night because they don’t want to be alone and they end up cuddling. 

[ ACCIDENT ]  sender winds up staying at receiver’s house all night because receiver fell asleep against them/in their lap and they didn’t have the heart to wake them. 

[ UNPLANNED ]  receiver winds up staying at sender’s house all night because sender fell asleep against them/in their lap and they didn’t have the heart to wake them. 

[ STAY ]  sender is carrying receiver to bed because they fell asleep somewhere else but when they start to walk away,  receiver grabs their hand so sender joins them in bed. 

[ STAYING ]  receiver is carrying sender to bed because they fell asleep somewhere else but when they start to walk away,  sender grabs their hand so receiver joins them in bed. 

[ APPROACHED ]  sender is staying with receiver for safety and asks if they can sleep in their bed with them. 

[ APPROACH ]  receiver is staying with sender for safety and asks if they can sleep in their bed with them. 

[ SHARE ]  sender is unexpectedly staying with receiver overnight,  receiver insisted sender sleep on the bed while they take the floor but sender winds up insisting they join them in bed. 

[ SHARED ]  receiver is unexpectedly staying with sender overnight,  sender insisted receiver sleep on the bed while they take the floor but receiver winds up insisting they join them in bed. 

[ FOUND ]  sender is staying with receiver who had them take the bed while receiver takes the couch.  in the middle of the night,  sender goes out to join receiver on the couch because they don’t want to sleep alone. 

[ FIND ]  receiver is staying with sender who had them take the bed while sender takes the couch.  in the middle of the night,  receiver goes out to join sender on the couch because they don’t want to sleep alone. 

[ DISCOVERED ]  receiver wakes up in the morning to find sender asleep on their couch because sender was watching over them. 

[ HAVEN ]  receiver wakes up in the morning to find sender asleep on their couch because sender felt safer with them. 

[ WEARY ]  sender cries themselves to sleep in receiver’s arms. 

[ TIRED ]  receiver cries themselves to sleep in sender’s arms. 

[ PROPOSITION ]  one or both muse(s) are having trouble sleeping so they have sex to pass the time. 

[ PURPOSE ]  one muse can’t sleep so the other initiates sex to wear them out. 

[ TRAPPED ]  one muse ends up staying the night with the other due to a storm. 

[ KEEP ]  sender fell asleep on receiver and when receiver tries to get up,  sender whines so they stay put.  

[imnotbrucewayne]

redhoodedjaybird​:

Jason thought for a moment before vaguely shaking his head.

“Honestly, I don’t know…” he muttered forlornly, his immediate instinct to say yes, but Jason’s longing to reconnect and try to find his way back to how things used to be overriding the impulse to push Bruce away, leaving Jay deeply conflicted.

“I’m just so fucking tired of bein’ alone. Of everything… I don’t know what I want. I just…”

Jay was too exhausted and distraught to put together his thoughts in a coherent manner, operating entirely on his emotional reactions rather than his rational ones for the time being.

“I just wanna feel okay again…”

“You’re not alone Jason. You have an entire family who is going to be here for you. You have a home and a safe place where you can rest, but you can come and go whenever you want or need to. You can stay for as long as you want and if you have to leave, there will always be a place for you there. I promise.”

Bruce didn’t know how else to make Jason believe in him. He knew he had made it difficult given all that had happened. He had made so many mistakes based on selfish fear.

[imnotbrucewayne]

From ask answered by @the-last-laugh

“I don’t need your forgiveness.” Joker spat. “Save it for yourself, Bats. Afterall it was you who was too late to save him. Was it not?” Perhaps it was too dangerous to goad him about Jason Todd. But he could feel the anger vibrating from the cowl. He was so close.

“It’s hardly my fault. You made me who I am today. You can hardly expect me to deny my own nature now can you?” Do it. His eyes challenged him, glinting in the fire surrounding them, the destruction that lay in their wake. It was always meant to go this way.

Kill me.

Bruce could hear the logical in his brain screaming at him. Joker was goading him. Trying to rile him up to make him lose it. He knew he needed to just push the thoughts aside and focus on taking Joker down.

But the Bat in his mind was screaming at him. Roaring at him to leap on the clown, to grip tightly around that throat and to not let go until Joker stopped breathing or every bone or cartilage beneath his gloved fingers had broken and given away until there was nothing left.

The inferno around them was the perfect excuse. The destruction Joker had wrought was why he needed to be stopped permanently. The endless cycle of sending him to Arkham wasn’t working. No matter how hard he convinced himself he had to do things the right way, Joker continually defied that it was possible to achieve.

The Bat grit his teeth, his body lowering as he felt the tension build inside him. Coiling like a cobra ready to strike but trying desperate to stop himself. But then the heat brought him back to that warehouse, back to a Robin dead in his arms.

Bruce lunged forward with a roar of fury, reaching for the clown’s neck as he intended to pin him down to the ground. It didn’t matter that his body was wracked with pain. It didn’t matter that the heat was making it difficult for him to breathe.

The clown was going to die tonight.

[imnotbrucewayne]

jp-todd-rp​:

Jason lingered for a moment longer after Bruce let him go. But he nodded, something unspoken shifting between them.

It won’t be like last time.

I’m better than I ever was, now.

“I’ll patch Alfred in,” Jason assured Bruce, already moving back and away from the bed. “I’ll come back, Bruce. We both will.” He didn’t even consider the car; the bike would be quicker anyway. Jason slapped a domino on, regretting the lack of a helmet now, but the comm set on the bike was small enough not to be a hinder as he sped out of the Cave, back towards the city.

“Agent A, do you copy?”

“Loud and clear.”

Jason curled over the bike, increasing his speed. “Oracle, come in.”

“I swear to God, if one more person asks if I’m okay, I’m going to start breaking kneecaps.” Came the response over the comm. “I’m safe and I’m secure, RH...wait...is that a bike engine? Are you!? You’re becoming as paranoid as him!” Barbara replied with exasperation, the him of course referring to Bruce.

Back in the cave, Bruce refused to leave things be as he ends up sitting back upright in the bed. Grimacing from the effort before swinging his legs over the edge. He glanced over to Alfred at the computer who caught movement in the corner of his vision.

“Master Bruce! You’re supposed to be resting!” Alfred admonished but Bruce didn’t seem to care as he eventually stood up.

“I can’t rest. Not until I know everyone is safe and I know who’s responsible for this.” Bruce replied as he slowly limped over to Alfred, glancing up at the array of the monitors on the screen. Vitals and locations were displayed for all the family and for now everything was fine. For now.

[imnotbrucewayne]

redhoodedjaybird​:

Even now, Jason still felt like there was a wall between him and everything he wanted, despite Bruce’s attempts to comfort him and show Jay that he meant what he said about making sure Jason had all the support he needed while he tried to heal and recover from his trauma.

Jason hated that he felt that way. Hated that, as much as he just wanted to let go and let someone close enough to help, whether that someone was Bruce or someone else, he couldn’t get around it right now, and that just made him all the more frustrated and upset with himself and with the situation he was in mentally and emotionally.

It reminded him of how he’d felt when he was a kid, when he had to learn how to trust Bruce the first time around after going through the first ten or so years of his life suffering abuse and neglect. Somehow it was worse this time, though, since he remembered what things had been like when they were finally good and he felt safe and happy, and all he wanted was to go back to that time, but it felt completely out of reach to Jason now.

Bruce eventually breaks the hug but he keeps his hands lightly on on Jason’s shoulders as he steps back. He looks right into Jason’s eyes, seeing that conflict that he’s still battling with. Of course a simple hug and telling Jason he would be supported wouldn’t be enough to solve all the trauma he had dealt with. But he thought it would give at least some hope but he couldn’t see any sign of that.

“Do you need me to leave you alone?” Bruce asked, hands falling away from Jason’s shoulders as a slight look of defeat befalls his masked face.

[imnotbrucewayne]

haeroeine​:

❝ Wasn’t really much of an aftershow, really… ❞ He’s right, of course, the nights with back to back shows do wear her out, but Zee’s used to burning the candle at both ends– it’s the dreams that have been plaguing her lately, waking her with a start and keeping her that way at all hours of the night. She doesn’t tell him that, though.

Instead, she manages a smile she doesn’t really feel, one that doesn’t reflect in her eyes, tilting the mug back to drink more of the caffeinated liquid. She can’t be expected to explain when her mouth’s full. There’s a sigh, a roll of her shoulders as she attempts to shake the stress she’s feeling, and Zatanna clears her throat. ❝ Save me the crossword puzzle? ❞ 

Bruce quickly frowns in response when he spots the smile. Her eyes belying the emotion intended from her smile is easily caught by the man who’s used to telling if someone is lying to him or not. It’s not as though he’s able to switch off that part of his brain just because he’s not in a mask and leather.

“Zee...what’s going on?” He asks, pushing away from the counter he was leaning against and leans over the island that separates them, giving her a concerned look. Unlike his night time counterpart, he’s not about to interrogate the information out of her but it’s clear he’s not going to try without a little bit of a fight.

“You know you can tell me anything.”

[imnotbrucewayne]

redhoodedjaybird​:

Jason’s first instinct was to fight, to refuse the physical contact, and for the briefest moment, he did try to struggle free, but something in him just snapped, opening up the floodgates of his emotions as he froze and started to sob, blinded by tears and letting the hug happen despite every instinct he had screaming at him to get away from it.

He’d deal with the mental fallout from trying to fight through being triggered by the constricted feeling of being held later, once Bruce wasn’t there to see it, but for now, Jay threw everything he had into not lashing out in response to the physical contact.

Bruce could feel that flinch. Every muscle fibre in Jason’s body seeming to engage at once to fight him off but he held on for just a moment longer. Gambling that this was what he needed and when he quickly froze and started sobbing, he felt as though he must have made the right choice.

Jason’s shoulders shaking in his grip, he start to rub at Jason’s back in an effort to comfort him. “It’s okay, son. Everything is going to be okay.” He tried to soothe. However for as much as he was holding on to Jason to give him support, he made sure that it was lose enough for Jason to push free from if it became too much, not wanting to make him feel like he was trapped.

For as long as Jason sobbed, he just continued to try and soothe with his voice and with his hand on his back.