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[ When they're together like this, it's easy to forget that they'd ever been apart. Traveling through the streets feels like an old familiar dance, they know how to fall together in tandem and pull themselves back up to make the most of their momentum. So it doesn't take long for them to reach his safehouse, tucked away in the crumble facade of a brownstone.

He waits until Jason's inside before he starts to take the armor off. He stops when Jason's hands take the place of his own and begins to unbuckle the chest piece, like he's done it 100 times before. And truthfully he has.

The meaning's just changed now.

Bruce lets his hands hover where they'd once been working for a moment before he drops them by his side. It's best to let Jason work and this? It's a show of trust. ]

You didn't tell me what you wanted to eat.

Why, are you going to cook it?

[They both know that whatever there is, Jason will eat. But he works the gauntlets off the and his hands hover gently over the compression layer of Bruce's suit, before he unfastens the cape and tugs it over his own shoulders.]

Call for whatever you want. I don't care.

[He says it as he tugs Bruce down for a kiss, because maybe forgiveness takes a lot of shapes, and this is one of them.]

I might.

[ He won't. He burned the crumpets yesterday. Alfred banned him from the kitchen. But now that he has blanket permission, he'll just call for Jason's favorite. He's feeling vulnerable in more ways than one outside of the protective layers of his armor.

And then Jason kisses him and he decides it's mostly okay to be a little vulnerable. He missed this. ]

Will you stay tonight?

[This isn’t the first time that Jason has been asked that, but maybe this time it means something more. The thing is that when he wakes up from a nightmare - and they’re all nightmares - it soothes him to turn and see Bruce there, either asleep or pretending. When he feels lonely, it’s easier.

When he wakes up and he can just turn to put a lazy arm over Bruce, it’s easier.

He nods.]

Yeah, I’ll stay with you tonight.

Will you be there in the morning?

[ He's relieved to hear it and nods at his question. ]

I will. [ Bruce leans forward, to brush his forehead against Jason's. ] I promise.

Edited 2025-10-07 03:18 (UTC)

[Jason won't say if I wake up alone, it's over for you, and also I'll burn the manor down but he will think it really loudly in Bruce's general direction.

But he gets a kiss anyway, and then he kneels to get Bruce's boots off, the armor there, his hands clinging to the backs of Bruce's thighs, and he looks up at him.]

I'm not putting the server back together.

[ Bruce steps out of the boots and armor and begins to roll the bodysuit down and off too. This is always an easier, faster process when there are 4 hands to do the work. ]

You took it apart.

[ Almost understandably. The server hadn't done anything to him though. He reaches for the stash of clothes and begins to pull his pants up and fasten them in place. ]

[Jason doesn't get up when Bruce moves away, still leaning back on his heels.]

That doesn't mean shit. You deserve it.

[He watches Bruce, his eyes dark, but there's some hunger in his expression.]

That's fine. I'll just send you the invoices.

[ is...is that a joke? He sees that look on Jason's face and holds his gaze for a minute before he slips into his shirt and begins to button it up. A little slower than necessary, but he'll be done soon enough. ]

[He stares for a long minute, and it becomes a little clear-]

Huh?

[Jason was absolutely not paying attention to his words.]

[ Bruce almost makes a remark. Almost tells him if they were out in the field, he'd be an easy target like that. But he doesn't. Instead he strolls across the room and offers to haul Jason up. ]

Or we can skip dinner.

[ Nods toward the bed in the corner. ]

Since you're so distracted.

[Jason just looks up at him.]

You don't deserve my mouth or my ass yet.

[Listen just because he forgave him doesn't mean he's not petty about it.]

Then you should stop looking at me like that.

[ He steps back and tucks his shirt into his pants. ]

That sounds like a you problem. What happened to that incredible self-control?

[Jason gets up, though, and brushes his knees a little as if they're really dirty.

What is dirty is the kiss that he gives Bruce, sloppy and practically powered by tongue.]

[ How is Bruce supposed to control himself when Jason looks at him like he wants to devour him? How is Bruce supposed to control himself when he wants him to?

Whatever he's going to say is cut off by the kiss. His hands settle on Jason's hips to tug him close. ]

Use my mouth instead.

[He looks up - just a little, Bruce is only a tiny bit taller than he is - and his lips twitch in pleasure.]

Is that how you're going to apologize?

It's how I'm going to make you forget your own name.

[ He smiles. A tiny one, but no less like a Cheshire cat's, as if he's imagining it right there on the spot. ]

And yes, because I'm sorry.

[ He said it. That's called growth right there. ]

[He moves back, step by step, to one of the chairs in the safehouse and sits; his legs spread smoothly, wide enough that Bruce could easily fit between them.]

Come on then. Knees.

[ Bruce doesn't waste much time, once Jason is seated. He runs his fingers over his thighs, as he kneels between them. He flicks his gaze up to watch Jason's face while he unzips his pants and reaches for his cock. He licks the underside first, long and slow until he reaches the head. The other hand he keeps on Jason's thigh, squeezing him gently there. ]

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