[ If he's going to let this go, he has to cut the cord. So Bruce silences all of Jason's correspondence, except on the emergency line. If Jason really needed him, Bruce would be there. But he wouldn't entertain anything else. He couldn't. It made life difficult, but Bruce could deal with difficulty. He's trained by it, honed by it. It just didn't make missing Jason any easier.
But he managed. Three whole days before he considered reaching out. But he suits up for patrol instead and throws himself into the work. His cowl alerts him while he broods on one of the tower buildings littering Gotham's skyline. A disturbance in the cave. One of the backup servers returns an offline status and Bruce didn't need to to check the surveillance or the log of the most recent visitors. He knew immediately who the culprit is and he's swooping off into the night to confront him.
The tracker embedded in the server leads him to the safehouse and he comes in through the window, ready to greet Jason. He's not hostile. A little annoyed -- he's going to have to replace that server -- but not angry. ]
If you needed information, you could have just asked.
He is sitting with the computer between them, a hammer in hand, because he will absolutely go berserk if he feels like he needs to. He is on the floor with his long leg curved around the computer, no less.]
Oh, is that how I could have gotten you to answer your phone?
All the texts I sent, like the ones asking you to call me, they weren't enough?
[ He's angry enough for the both of them. Bruce wants to reach for him, pull him up and tug him into his arms. But he keeps his distance. Less so because Jason might try to hurt and more because Bruce needed to keep his resolve in tact. ]
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But he managed. Three whole days before he considered reaching out. But he suits up for patrol instead and throws himself into the work. His cowl alerts him while he broods on one of the tower buildings littering Gotham's skyline. A disturbance in the cave. One of the backup servers returns an offline status and Bruce didn't need to to check the surveillance or the log of the most recent visitors. He knew immediately who the culprit is and he's swooping off into the night to confront him.
The tracker embedded in the server leads him to the safehouse and he comes in through the window, ready to greet Jason. He's not hostile. A little annoyed -- he's going to have to replace that server -- but not angry. ]
If you needed information, you could have just asked.
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He is sitting with the computer between them, a hammer in hand, because he will absolutely go berserk if he feels like he needs to. He is on the floor with his long leg curved around the computer, no less.]
Oh, is that how I could have gotten you to answer your phone?
All the texts I sent, like the ones asking you to call me, they weren't enough?
[He looks angry enough for the both of them.]
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If you wanted my attention, you have it.
Talk to me.