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[theknightshift]

[ It was going to hurt. No matter what they did, no matter how many years existed between the incident and this moment right here, losing Jason was always going to hurt. He would come back and they would fight because Bruce could not bring himself to kill the Joker. It feels inevitable. And the best thing this Bruce could do for himself is prepare. Prepare for the anger and rage and the fighting that seems endless.

Bruce could only hope his younger counterpart didn’t make his mistakes. Maybe that’s where the difference would be. Maybe he’d be better.

He glances at the other man for all the time it takes for him to breathe in and out again. What could he do for Damian that he isn’t already doing? Not like it mattered. They weren’t speaking.

He stoops and scoops up the bloody tool and sets it back on the workbench. ]

Get ready for the mission. It’s starting soon.

[batsymbol]

( that's about what he expected in terms of a reply. he can't even really blame him — knows he would say something more or less the same were their roles reversed or someone else were to be the one talking about this with him. his own relationship with damian since he'd come back smaller is... non-existent, really. a personal choice he'd made, no matter how much it hurt to, knowing the boy should be around his actual father — the very one he'd heard about from before and had told damian he would get him back to. it's selfish to miss him — to long for a child that was never really his but he... does. from time to time. only having ever really told clark about that heartache and how he hopes the other man never has to feel what he does with his own son here.

he envies this man. his legacy, his family, his love, his dedication. he's not there — has none of that for himself within his own gotham. just him and alfred... alfred who he's been away from for almost two years now. alfred who, this version of himself, no longer has. perhaps the only thing he has a leg up on him. everything else... he pales in comparison.

he doesn't voice any of this. never will, to anyone. that's just how they are. maybe on some level there's some sort of understanding between them there — knowing how they might feel in the other's position, but. as always, saying nothing. because it's better for the both of them that way. to power through whatever it is they have to. even if it breaks part of them — part of their heart — in the process.

so rather than say anything, he simply stares to the space around him one last time, then takes his leave. disappearing into the shadows. just like batman. )