log: bruce/jason
[Bruce hadn't been living at the Manor. He hadn't even had much reason to be at the Cave, considering that he had other pseudo-batcaves set up in various locations around the city. It wasn't until the crisis in Marvel that he'd returned, settling in almost against his will, familiarity taking hold and dragging him back in. Being stuck here while Selina and Helena were there was agony, akin to being trapped in zombies when he wanted to be anywhere else. He knew why he couldn't go, why he couldn't risk leaving. The toxin couldn't spread. And Ra's was somewhere, lurking, waiting to strike. A snake in the grass, and they were no closer to figuring out where and when and how despite trying.
And so he did what he could. Much the same as Jason, he reasoned. Jason, who he realized he'd fallen entirely out of touch with. Like Damian; he'd done so badly with both of them. He had no idea the boy had been so lost, so desperate to fix himself that he'd turn to an alien symbiote in the hopes that he could fix himself. And he had no idea how he was doing now, in the aftermath. He cared; of course he cared. But, as always, he'd never been very good at showing it. He'd been gone. Distant. He'd left to find himself, to put the pieces back together, and now he needed to focus on those he'd left behind.
He'd taken a break from analyzing samples to follow up a lead on Ra's, a lead which had gone cold, and he came back to alerts that someone else was in the Cave. He wasn't alarmed; he knew Jason was coming, and he didn't see him as a threat. No, the boy wasn't that kind of dangerous.
Quiet approaches were instinct. No sound, watching from the shadows, and from what he saw Jason didn't look good. Alive, but just barely. He didn't startle when Jason spoke, didn't slink out guiltily; he walked calmly, and stopped a few feet away.] No. [He gestured to the computer.] Anything?