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( gently, he lifts a hand and gives jason's shoulder a couple pats as they go. he knows how long it's been — remembers still the night it had happened and the hurricane of emotions he felt in that adrenaline rush to protect him. despite it being past them now, it still gently lingers there with him. like so many scars of his past do. )

Might have to do a bit of physio just to see everything's good.

( plus the fact that he's been unable to use his arm for as long as he has. )

Hopefully not too much.

[Even Jason knows that it could be some intensive PT after having his arm immobilized for so long. Hopefully he didn’t lose too much strength. He’a got shit to do.]

You gonna take me off the bench once this is gone?

( slipping into the batmobile, he looks over to jason for a moment before he starts the car up, letting the engine roar as it does when waking from its slumber. )

Let's just see where you're at once it's off.

I’ve been on the bench for so long already.

[Jason complains, but without much heat. He’s too excited to get his cast off to be angry.]

I know. But I'd rather know what you can and can't handle before assuming anything.

( and with that, he takes them out of the terminal and into etraya, headed for the hospital. )

[The trip to the hospital is quick and Jason is quick to head to the office to get his cast off. After about fifteen minutes of careful sawing, Jason is free! He raises his arm in celebration before he gets a better look at it. The scarring from the surgeries has created web-like traces all over his arm. The rods and pins are still an angry purple beneath his skin and Jason sighs.]

This normal?

( it's hard to believe the cast is finally coming off, but. here they are and here's jason looking to him for a bit of guidance here. a gentle look at his arm, he hums a little to himself in thought. )

I'd probably give it another week or two. Just to be safe.

[The doctor produces a soft splint. Something to help protect the healing process while still giving Jason back as much range of motion as they can.]

No, are you serious? Another cast?

[It's not a cast, the doctor explains, but a splint to help the last few bits of healing. He can take it off to shower, and generally any time he won't be working the arm.

Jason grumbles under his breath as the splint is slid on. It's much shorter, only covering the breadth of his forearm, rather than his first or second casts.]

You don't want to rush this, Jason. Let your body take the time it needs.

( that's hypocritical coming from him and how he ignores his own body's demands, but. he's older and this isn't about him, so. it doesn't matter. )

It's not permanent. That's the important part.

[Jason huffs his irritation and impatience as the doctor tightens a couple velcro straps. He raises his arm after, glaring at the splint. With that, they're sent on their way and Jason is clearly unhappy with the outcome of the appointment.]

Can't believe I'm in another fucking cast. That's three casts!

It's just for a bit.

( he adjusts his scarf some on his face as they make their way out of the hospital and back to the batmobile. )

At least you can take this one off for a little.

Did they really have to put fucking pins and shit in my arm? [Sorry for all the language Bruce, your son is not happy.]

( kids. )

It'll be out soon. In the meantime, just take it easy.

( and into the batmobile you go, kiddo. )

I've been taking it easy! I'm so fucking done with these casts.

[Nevermind the reminder they pose of the time the other Bruce nearly beat him to death. Jason climbs into the passenger side, flexing his fingers on his bad side. He seems to have some movement in his fingers, but how much will depend on PT and patience.]

( slipping into the drivers seat, the engine wakes, the guttural roar comes, and bruce gives the car a second or two before he's taking them back towards wayne tower. )

You good with heading back home?

Actually, could you drop me off at Chrissy's? She lives in the apartments. [Seeing his girlfriend might cheer him up.

Speaking of which,] Uh, so Chrissy and I are dating. Just so you know.

( that's... unexpected? yet not really at the same time. the unexpected comes from jason telling him, he thinks, given he'd had his own suspicions prior, but. jason had maintained they were only friends and far be it from him to pry. still, that gets a slow glance over as they go before he looks back ahead to the road. )

That's... good.

[Jason frowns at Bruce.] You don't sound excited.

[Is there some bat dating ban that he doesn't know about?]

( slight shake of his head, he licks over his lips, eyes fixed on the road. )

I just... I'm not sure what to say.

( your young father is a little awkward, jason. )

How about ‘good for you?’

[Jason frowns at Bruce.]

Have you ever dated anyone?

( more awkward incoming. )

Sort of. ( a pause, he glances to the side for a brief moment as he changes directions for the apartments. ) Was back when I was street racing. Didn’t really go anywhere though.

Wait, you did street racing? I bet chicks lined up around the block for you.

[Your son thinks you’re pretty cool right now.]

( yes. your young dad did illegal street racing in his teen years. alfred had had his hands full to say the least. )

Not really why I did it. I used a fake name anyways.

( couldn’t have everyone know the prince of gotham himself was up to illegal activities. )

You do it for the thrill? [Jason asks.] Or the possibility you could eat it?

I was angry at everything. I needed an outlet.

( he still holds anger within him, but. it’s not as bad as when he was younger. usually. )

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