( 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.]
[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!
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. )
( 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. )
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. Didnβt really go anywhere though.
I mean. [Jason tries to get his words in order.] My Bruce constantly wears suits. He's always going somewhere overseas for a meeting. The manor is fucking spotless and all black.
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I'd probably give it another week or two. Just to be safe.
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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.]
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( 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.
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Can't believe I'm in another fucking cast. That's three casts!
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( 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.
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It'll be out soon. In the meantime, just take it easy.
( and into the batmobile you go, kiddo. )
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[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.]
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You good with heading back home?
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Speaking of which,] Uh, so Chrissy and I are dating. Just so you know.
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That's... good.
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[Is there some bat dating ban that he doesn't know about?]
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I just... I'm not sure what to say.
( your young father is a little awkward, jason. )
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[Jason frowns at Bruce.]
Have you ever dated anyone?
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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. Didnβt really go anywhere though.
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[Your son thinks youβre pretty cool right now.]
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Not really why I did it. I used a fake name anyways.
( couldnβt have everyone know the prince of gotham himself was up to illegal activities. )
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( he still holds anger within him, but. itβs not as bad as when he was younger. usually. )
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Oh. [He pauses before continuing,] Is that why you�
[Took him in? Work hard to make sure he feels whole?]
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( he glances over to the other there for a moment, taking another turn as they approach the apartments. )
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( as he looks back ahead, catching sight of the apartments they're coming up to. )
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[Jason shakes his head.] He's so polished.
[And this Bruce next to him is... not.]
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And I'm not.
( he drags his teeth over his bottom lip, knuckles tight on the steering wheel as he drives with one hand. )
I've heard it before. Or something along those lines.
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