Batman had no doubt Clark would hear him; he always did, unless he was extremely far away. He also knew he would come quickly, because Bruce didn't shout. Not for Clark, not unless they were working together and it was necessary. This was unprecedented.
His heart was pounding and he knew Clark would hear it, so he made a conscious effort to slow it down. Hearing his friend's quiet murmur, he shook his head; of course he would remember. A soft swell of some different emotion coursed through him, but Batman couldn't think about that right now.
"It's not that," he said, ignoring how rough his voice was. He held out the book in his hands but found he didn't have the words, nor the inclination to explain right now. He was too impatient to know, to make sure...
"Jason," he choked out. Then stronger. "Jason. I need you to look-"
Batman stared at Jason's tombstone, remembering the day of his burial. It had been kept private. His death in Ethiopia had made the news and Batman had returned with the body to the standard fanfare. A memorial had been held, but only family and friends had been allowed here for the internment. He had watched them put his son in the ground.
"I need you to look and see if Jason is still in his grave," he asked steadily, only a hint of the anger building inside him coloring his tone. "I need to know if he's in there."