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“Be careful,” Gordon says. The sun has barely set but Jim’s mouth is already drawn into a thin line; his are eyes already narrowed. He takes off his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Be careful,” he says again, "please.” When he replaces them his moustache twitches minutely as he sighs.
Jim is looking at him like he’s a lost duckling. It’s an expression typically reserved for Bruce Wayne and it touches him unexpectedly now. He forgets sometimes that he’s sharing Jim with himself. He leaves Gordon with a kiss on the forehead and a grim, Wayne-esque smile.