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( He eyes Jason as he slips into it — sweeps his gaze over how it fits and if there's anything he's missing in the design of it. While it's similar to his own style, it's not an exact copy. One, because he lacks the experimental materials here that he has back in Gotham and two, because Jason needs something that's his own, not a shadow of Batman. )

Do you want a cape or no?

( He hadn't been sure about that part. )

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[Jason considers for a moment before shaking his head.]

No, a cape just gets in the way.

[And it will further demonstrate that he's not Robin any more. He pats the chest piece and grins up at Bruce.]

It feels good. It feels real fucking good.

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( Yes, well. He uses his cape to escape through the air sometimes, thanks. But again, he's not offended. It's not as if Dick wears one with his Nightwing gear after all.

A nod at Jason's approval of how it fits, he gestures for him to remove it. Again, it's not finished and he's still adding a few final touches to it. )

I don't currently have the sort of tech available that would have me make lenses if that's what you're looking for. But I can do something similar with goggles. Have it just be that or embed them into a cowl of some sort.

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[Jason slowly tugs the chest piece off and places it back on the table.]

I wore a domino mask as Robin. I think everyone in the belfry but Bruce does. Goggles would be great.

[It's not quite as smooth as a domino mask, but goggles are certainly a step further in the direction of being properly suited up.]

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( Goggles will just have to do until he can find something else to work with. It's why he frequently visits the junkyard to see what he can find there. Which, on that train of thought... )

There's something else.

( At that, he slowly makes his way over to where the Batmobile is and, off to the side, is a motorcycle that's... clearly a bit of a work in progress, but. Coming together. Slowly. )

You said you know how to ride, didn't you?

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[Jason thought he couldn't possibly be more overwhelmed, but no here it is again. However, Jason does bite back his emotions more successfully than before.]

Are you serious?

[He gets a glimpse of the work in progress bike.]

Oh fuck yeah. I know how to ride.

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This might take a little longer. The junkyard doesn't always have the things I need.

( It's hit or miss and there's others who go through it as well. It's really more of a first come first serve sort of deal there and not everyone is so willing to share. However, he makes do with what he can find and Bruce has always had a knack for fixing up cars and bikes. His Batmobile he'd built from the ground up after all, especially the engine. )

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I'm cool with that. [Jason moves over to the bike to run his fingers over it before he turns around to face Bruce.]

Why are you doing all of this?

[It still feels a bit like some kind of trap, like something Bruce will pull away at the last moment.]

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You said you wanted to work together.

( He looks to him then. )

Do you not want to anymore?

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No, I do. [Jason is quick to reply. He doesn't want any confusion on Bruce's end.]

I really do. Trust me. [Jason searches for the right words.] I'm not really used to it, I guess.

[A deep breath.] I mean, I got kicked out of the Titans, broken up with by a fucking mole, and then fired, like all in a week.

I guess I just wasn't expecting all this.

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I have time.

( This isn't Gotham. There's little need to patrol which... is frustrating at times. Especially when he needs to direct his anger somewhere and there's none of Penguin's crew to throw around. So, instead, he's down here. Working on things. When he's not slipping away into the darkness of his room and spiraling into a depression, but. No one needs to know that. )

I just want you prepared.

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I really like it. I really do.

[Jason bites his lip a moment before nodding.]

You ever want any help. I mean, I'll probably be here more often. So just shout, I guess.

[And someone has to clean up.]

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( Well. He's glad Jason likes and approves of what he's done so far. It's not his best work, but. Once again, going off what he has here and still taking all the necessary precautions and time needed when it comes to putting together and creating these types of things. )

If you need anything, I'll do what I can.

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[Jason moves over to pick up the ice pack to press back to his nose.]

Barbara said there were medical bots? And that I should get a splint for my nose? Do you know anything about that?

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There's bots that specialize in medical attention at the hospital. You should probably get them to look at it to be sure there's no long-term damage beneath the surface. They'll also provide you with painkillers, I imagine. If they're needed.

( That's what he figures anyways, since doctors and nurses aren't exactly a thing around here. Although it's not as though he's ever gone to either back in Gotham when getting into it as Batman, so. )

I have a med-kit here as well.

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Chrissy set it the best she could. [Jason gives a one-armed shrug.] I thought she did a pretty good job, but I guess Barbara thinks differently.

[He pulls the ice pack off his face to show Bruce.]

How's it look?

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( A glance over, he steps in then, places a finger beneath Jason's chin, and gently tips his head back to look at it. )

It's broken.

( A little obvious it is for someone who's dealt with fractures and the like. )

Do you have difficulty breathing?

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No. Just hurts. [Jason frowns up at Bruce.] Could you reset it?

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( A tilt of his head, he drops his hand away from Jason's face. )

If I have general anesthesia, I could push it back into place bit by bit.

( He's not Thomas Wayne by any means, but. He has an extensive knowledge of broken bones and the like. Partly because of his own academic studies, partly because of Alfred, and partly through his own extensive research and knowledge. )

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Can you do it without? [Jason would much rather Bruce do it than some robot.] I'll be still.

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( He eyes Jason there for a long moment before he glances off to the side. Considering. )

It's painful even if you're still. ( A beat. ) The best I can do is a numbing spray. You'll lose the feeling in your skin but it won't be as potent as an actual anesthesia.

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I'll do it. [Jason nods firmly and starts to look around for a chair to sit in. When he finds one he settles himself into it.]

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( It's not that he's worried he can't do this. A broken nose is comparably a lot easier to handle than something splintered or shattered to pieces on the inside and judging from how Jason's nose looks, it doesn't look as if it's in such bad shape it needs reconstructive surgery. If so, he wouldn't touch it and tell him to go to the medical bots, so. This just involves pushing the cartilage and a bit of the bones back into place.

Playing doctor wasn't on his list of things he thought he'd be doing today, but. Here they are.

Jason goes and finds himself a chair to sit on and Bruce slowly makes his way over to the locker there that has the medical supplies he often administers to himself, setting the kit on the table. Gently, he pokes through it, taking out a few things that he needs. )

If it gets worse or your breathing becomes difficult, you need to see the medical bots, understand? You can't go into a new mission at a disadvantage like that.

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Got it. [Jason is more focused on deep breathing and preparing himself for the pain than he is the actual words being said to him. He grips the arms of the chair and shuts his eyes. He's as ready as he'll ever be.]

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( Well. This is one way to bond with each other.

Taking out a wooden tongue depressor, he holds it out against Jason's mouth. )

Bite down on this if the pain gets to be too much.

( It's what he does. Tips and tricks in how to suck it up and deal with the pain from your not!father figure, he supposes. When Jason has it between his teeth, he goes and spins a chair around to set it in front of the other for himself, setting out everything he needs there on the table. Finding the lidocaine spray, he uncaps it and holds it there close to Jason's face, spraying the anesthetic around his nose and across his cheekbones. )

Give that a bit. Let me know when you can't feel your face there anymore.