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Date: 2015-03-27 02:07 am (UTC)
Sometimes it's like it used to be. Sometimes – if no one else is around, if Tim's distracted at one of the computers and Dick's talking to Damian and Alfred's working -

Sometimes, they can just talk.

Maybe, if everyone else is gone, if there's not an audience to their madness, he might let Bruce touch his shoulder, his cheek, pull him in for the kind of hug that smells like cologne and leather and doesn't leave him wanting too much of something else.

Maybe, if Bruce hasn't pissed him off recently, if he's far from Gotham and a bunch of shitty memories, he might shoot Bruce a text, send him a photo of wherever he is.

Sometimes they're not alone at all, but Bruce might look at him and smile, just smile, like Jason's –

Like he's so happy Jason's here.

It makes Jason's chest hurt, makes him want to run back out of Gotham faster than the goddamn Flash, but –

But.

It warms him up, just like it used to. Makes him feel like the only thing Bruce sees, if only for a second. It makes him want to give some of that warmth back.
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