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They don't have much reason to come around here. I'm not the Bruce they know.

( He shrugs. Simple as that. )

They all stick together. I stay here.

( Because this is the closest thing he has to home. )

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Then I’ll stay here.

[Jason says it firmly, looking at Bruce with intent.]

You might not be the Bruce I know, but that’s a fucking good thing. Don’t be him. He’s a dick.

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( At that, his gaze drops. )

All I can be is myself. Whoever that is.

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[Jason frowns and takes a couple steps toward Bruce before crossing the rest of the way over.]

Look, you don’t have to know. I mean, I thought I knew who I was but that wasn’t good enough for anyone.

[He pauses, realizing that what he’s saying isn’t exactly reassuring.]

You don’t have to know who you are. ‘s not like that’s gonna make me leave.

[In case that was a distant worry.]

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( At that, he looks up — blue eyes sweeping over Jason's face and, after a moment of licking over his lips, he swallows. )

You're good enough for me.

( Even as he says that, it's done in a way that's soft and genuine. )

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[If that isn’t an emotional gut punch, nothing ever will be. Jason looks down and away. After years of yearning for that affirmation, it’s weird to so suddenly hear it when Jason had been trying to comfort Bruce.

Then it begs the question that if he is good enough for this Bruce, why couldn’t have been enough for his own Bruce?

Instead of a response, Bruce is met with a heavy silence as Jason processes.]

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( Matching that silence, he licks over his lips and lets his gaze drop then. )

No matter what happens here, I'm glad I got to know you, Jason.

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[Jason furrows his brows as he looks up from the ground.]

No one’s ever said that to me before.

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I’m sorry no one has.

( Doesn’t make it any less true for him, though. )

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Ditto, though. About getting to know you. You’ve given me a lot more chances than anyone else has.

[His own Bruce included.]

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You gave me a chance, too.

( Despite his reservations about being around Bruce Wayne, if even a different one. )

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Well, you’re a lot easier to be around than my Bruce. He always preferred Dick.

[Jason tries to shrug that sentiment off.]

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I don't have any of you in my Gotham.

( Whether or not they exist, well. He doesn't know yet. )

It's just me and Alfred. ( A beat. ) Gordon, too.

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Alfred? [Jason perks up just a little.] I miss Alfred.

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Me too.

( It's said fondly albeit sadly. )

Do you need anything right now?

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You eat anything yet?

[Since Jason came to the tower fed only by his anger.]

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Earlier.

( Whenever that was. )

There's a few things in the kitchen.

( He'd maybe made a small effort to ensure things were around. If not for him, then for Jason, anyways. )

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[Jason strolls over to the kitchen and opens the fridge and he sees all the healthy food before his gaze lasers in on hot dogs that Jason himself had brought home one day.

He pulls it out of the fridge and grins.] You ever cook one of these bad boys over a gas burner?

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( Bruce Wayne and cook in the same sentence... do you even know him, Jason? )

No. ( A beat. ) Is that how you do it?

( Is he asking how Jason does it or in general how you do it? Who knows. )

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Oh it's the best way to do it.

[Jason opens the package and then opens a couple drawers before he finds two forks. He spears a hotdog on each one before he makes his way back over to the stove.]

Well, best way outside of a campfire.

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( He lets Jason do what he needs to do with this and watches with a careful eye. Not because he doesn't trust him, but because he's never seen this done before. Yes, the perils of having grown up sheltered and rich. )

You do marshmallows like this, too?

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[The bonuses of growing up on the streets before moving into a shmaltzy mansion.]

Hell yeah.

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Hm.

( There's no judgement from him, just consideration as he stands there — looks around the kitchen and then back to Jason. )

I don't even know if I have a grill anyways...

( Now that he thinks about it. )

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[Jason rotates the hot dogs over the open flame as he watches Bruce.]

You don’t even have a gril?

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I... don't think so.

( Honestly, he has no idea. He doesn't exactly cook. )