The call from the Titans Tower is both nothing and everything he expects. They're all alive. Slade isn't. Dick delivered the final blow.
Jason doesn't tell Tim, because they're making their way back to the manor from Uptown, but he texts Bruce in very vague terms that they need to get to the Tower. It'll give Bruce time to change, because Jason sure as hell not going to bother, and the mask will give him a secondary layer through which to deliver the news.
He wants to carry this between him and Dick—but it makes no logical sense. The news will get out one way or another that Deathstroke is dead, that Nightwing was the one who did it, and Bruce will have to reign in the League from coming down on his ass when what Dick really needs is them. It's the only reason he tells Bruce, because he knows now about Deathstroke what Bruce knew all along, and if he can't be there for Dick when he needs it then—
There's a fight that he braces himself for that never comes. He can feel it in his blood, rising at the back of his throat, ready to leap snarling at Dick's defense, but Bruce just drives. Asks him to see Dick first so that he can debrief with Starfire and Beast Boy and Flash. It doesn't ease the knot of anxiety in Jason's stomach, but it makes him relax, incrementally. He knows Bruce's various tells, even behind the cowl, but all Bruce does is drive a little faster.
At the Tower, Bruce cuts away to the meeting room upstairs, and Jason finds Wally waiting for him in Dick's room, waiting to trade off. He's suited up again, cowl pulled back from his face, and it's the most tired Jason's ever seen a speedster look, but the relief of his arrival is immediately clear on his face.
"He's... a little out of it. Like, emotional shock? He's—look, I'll tell you later, but he keeps saying he's fine, and he's not, so just—" Wally squeezes his shoulder in a way that's too friendly, too familiar, and Jason doesn't bother thinking too deeply about it, ducking into the room.
