Would it be all right to request a little something wherein Jason makes Bruce hot cocoa from scratch - after a cold, rainy patrol - but forgets the sugar? ♥ tea
Am I just one of those losers who don’t know how to make proper hot cocoa? I use packets and heated water -_-
“You know, I think you and Damian take that ‘like father, like son’ mantra way too seriously.” Bruce blinked blearily, glancing up as Jason sauntered into the room, a steaming mug in his hand. Bruce sniffed, raised the tissue to his nose as Jason sat on the edge of his bed next to him. “Though, from what Dick just told me in the kitchen - you’re a much better patient. Here, drink this.”
Bruce took the mug, inhaled the scent of chocolate. It wasn’t a Pennyworth-mandated medicine, but Bruce was grateful to his two eldest for doting on him and their brother all the same.
But when he sipped it, it was bitter. Good, still, but a little harsh. More like coffee than hot cocoa. Something was missing. And he must have made a face, or paused too long at the rim of the cup, because suddenly Jason was leaning forward, peeking up into his line of sight.
“It okay?” Jason asked, suddenly sheepish, looking far too much like his younger, so eager-to-please, self. “I admit, it’s been a while since I’ve whipped up a drink…”
And Bruce couldn’t help but smile, reach out with one hand and squeeze at Jason’s fingers.
“It’s perfect.” He whispered with another sniff, leaning back in his pillows and taking another sip. “Thank you so much, Jason.”
“…Yeah, okay, old man. Whatever. Get some sleep, you’ll feel better.” Jason mumbled, looking away. And Bruce didn’t mention the blush running up Jason’s face as he stood, and fumbled over a muttering about going to check on Damian.