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“Bruce!” Jason shouted, storming up from the Batcave. “What in the absolute fuck did you fuck up with Timbit that he thinks he should cover up his fucking scars like they’re something to be hidden?! Because what the fuck old man—”
Bruce raised an eyebrow from where he was sitting, seeming confused, “What do you mean lad?”
Jason scoffed, eyes glowing a bright Lazarus green, “Oh I don’t know B— maybe the fact you told him to cover up his scars from the Joker so I wouldn’t get triggered? The fact you keep willingly letting Tim fight the Joker with maybe one person as backup while I’m not even allowed to be in the Joker’s vicinity with how much you’ve been mothering me.” He took a threatening step forwards, “Or the fact that Tim just told me he was abducted by the Joker, got tortured, brainwashed into being the bastards son, almost Shot you before breaking free and shooting the Joker instead— you didn’t think that might be relevant information for me?!”
Bruce looked Jason dead in the eye, and said something that made Jason’s blood boil. “I understand that you’re angry that I didn’t tell you about that chum but I don’t see the problem with asking Tim to cover up his scars when everyone knows too wide smiles are a trigger for you.”
“That doesn’t mean you can force Tim to cover up his scars Bruce!” Jason was yelling at this point. “Honestly I get you’re an emotionally repressed bastard but please tell me you understand that basic psychology dictates that pushing things down isn’t good for him! And you’re forcing him into it!”
“He agreed—”
Jason grabbed Bruce by the shoulders, glowering at him (Bruce stiffened), “You are so lucky Alfred would get mad if we made a mess, or else I would have punched you in the face for that comment.” He laughed hysterically, “Bruce, that kid is not used to anyone staying, or letting him stay. I can just see it written all over him— his parents tried but you know how much they were away on archaeological trips. He agreed because he’s scared you’ll leave if he doesn’t, Bruce. Not because he actually was okay with it.”
Jason sighed, turning on his heel, “Get your fucking act together, or I’m taking Timmy with me to my apartment and you’ll never see him again unless he wants to.” He stalked out of the room, most likely to return to the Batcave, leaving Bruce with a whole lot to think about.
How many times did he assume that Tim could handle it when Bruce pushed more work off on him? When was the last time they did something not vigilante related together? Bruce wracked his brain, but the last thing he could remember was months ago.
He’d tried hiding what Tim went through to not trigger Jason, doing that— triggered them both.
Fuck. He’d really messed up— hadn’t he?