RP with broodingbat and martian_5 (kind of)
[OOC note: sorry for the shortness of the log- this actually goes with Jason's session immediately following this, but as this is on the security feeds from Jay's apartment and the session isn't, we decided to post it here such that the muns of the characters with access to the feeds know they can view it IC if they want to.]
When Bruce can hear the light snore, he uses the touchscreen to send a text message to J'onn's cell phone. It reads: Jason needs sleep. Session with you later tonight. 9pm.
The phone buzzes once against his thigh, just enough to jar him out of the half-sleep he'd been in. He frowns at the message, then quickly sends a reply. "My schedule is not an issue. Please allow him to rest as long as he needs to."
Noted, comes the one word response. He looks back at the sleeping man and just. Allows himself to enjoy this moment.
He sleeps fitfully for a while, tossing and turning now and again without really dreaming.
It's almost half past 7 by the time the nightmare begins in full.
In his sleep, he shudders, a faint whimper escaping his lips.
Bruce heads over silently and sits on the side of the bed, seeing if just his body weight on the mattress will be enough.
He whimpers again, head turning fitfully to the side.
Trapped.
Bruce reaches out and touches Jason's shoulder. Shaking. "Jason. Wake up."
His eyelids flutter, the dream beginning to break.
"Bruce," he whimpers quietly.
"Yes. You were dreaming."
He blinks, staring up at the man as the dream finally fades completely and memory comes flooding back.
"... oh." He sits up slowly, rubbing a hand over his eyes. "How long was I out?"
"Not quite four hours. You can go back to sleep." The man's hand is still on Jason's shoulder but it moves to stroke the man's back a little. Just. Trying to help him come back to himself.
He pushes the hand away without thinking.
"Four-" he blinks in surprise. That was longer than he'd expected.
He shakes his head at the man's suggestion. He's slept enough for now- any longer and he'd be tempting fate. Or his subconscious, whatever.
Bruce frowns just a little. He wants Jason to go back to his peaceful sleep. But he doesn't push. The hand moves back to his lap and stays there.
He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face again.
Four hours. It'd been- somewhere past 3:30 when he'd konked out, hadn't it? So that'd make it past 7 now. Well past.
Which means... he'd missed his "session" with the shrink.
Huh.
Bruce hears the sigh. "Something wrong?"
He shakes his head.
Bruce nods. "Do you want something to eat? There's an hour and a half before J'onn arrives."
Ah, damn it. The bastard had just pushed it back, then. He represses a groan.
"I guess, yeah."
Bruce nods. "Any requests?"
He shrugs. "Whatever."
Bruce cocks an eyebrow but stands. "Alfred could decide to try a recipe out on you," he points out.
He shrugs again. "Sandwich, then. BLT or something."
Bruce nods and heads out.
Jason sighs and stands, walking over to sit on the couch.
Alfred of course has a selection of things laid out on the side bar, so rather then pester the man, he start putting together a sandwich for Jason. At least that is something he can't ruin. The lettuce is crisp, the cold cuts are perfect. Slices of Oka, Cheddar and Swiss go in as well. And tomato. Not exactly a BLT, but it should be good. He heads back into Jason's apartment.
He's watching the TV again when Bruce returns, though as usual, he's not really paying much attention to the program.
Bruce moves over to the man and presents the plate.
He accepts it silently, taking an absent bite. He's hungry as fuck, now that he's thinking about it- he hadn't really eaten much since yesterday, had he?
Bruce looks to the TV, mildly curious.
It's some random sitcom Jason's never heard of. He's not really watching it, not really thinking of anything right now.
He finishes his sandwich quickly, setting the empty plate back on the table.
And- awkward silence. Jason sighs, glancing back at the TV and throwing his arms over the back of the couch.
Bruce takes a seat in the chair. The silence doesn't bother him. Just being here is good. That Jason is letting him, and isn't trying to run him off is. Good.
"... you're really going through with this, huh?"
Bruce blinks at him calmly. "With what?"
"The whole shrink thing."
Bruce nods, watching Jason, just watching.
He groans and leans his head back on the couch.
"And I'm keeping my word. I'll be talking with J'onn as well.
"You'll have to forgive me if that doesn't make me feel any better."
Bruce just nods.
Jason just sighs and goes back to watching the television.
They sit in silence for a while, Jason watching the TV and glancing over at Bruce every now and again, Bruce... doing whatever the hell it is Bruce does. Sitting there, at any rate.
He looks over as he hears Bruce stand, gritting his teeth without meaning to. The new show's ending, and Bruce is looking like he's going to leave, which means... damn it. It's time.
He really needs to escape soon.
"J'onn should be here soon. I'll send him in." With that he heads out the airlock. He doesn't look at Jason. He doesn't have to. He can feel the man fuming at his back.
He groans again and stares up at the ceiling.
This isn't going to be fun.
When Bruce can hear the light snore, he uses the touchscreen to send a text message to J'onn's cell phone. It reads: Jason needs sleep. Session with you later tonight. 9pm.
The phone buzzes once against his thigh, just enough to jar him out of the half-sleep he'd been in. He frowns at the message, then quickly sends a reply. "My schedule is not an issue. Please allow him to rest as long as he needs to."
Noted, comes the one word response. He looks back at the sleeping man and just. Allows himself to enjoy this moment.
He sleeps fitfully for a while, tossing and turning now and again without really dreaming.
It's almost half past 7 by the time the nightmare begins in full.
In his sleep, he shudders, a faint whimper escaping his lips.
Bruce heads over silently and sits on the side of the bed, seeing if just his body weight on the mattress will be enough.
He whimpers again, head turning fitfully to the side.
Trapped.
Bruce reaches out and touches Jason's shoulder. Shaking. "Jason. Wake up."
His eyelids flutter, the dream beginning to break.
"Bruce," he whimpers quietly.
"Yes. You were dreaming."
He blinks, staring up at the man as the dream finally fades completely and memory comes flooding back.
"... oh." He sits up slowly, rubbing a hand over his eyes. "How long was I out?"
"Not quite four hours. You can go back to sleep." The man's hand is still on Jason's shoulder but it moves to stroke the man's back a little. Just. Trying to help him come back to himself.
He pushes the hand away without thinking.
"Four-" he blinks in surprise. That was longer than he'd expected.
He shakes his head at the man's suggestion. He's slept enough for now- any longer and he'd be tempting fate. Or his subconscious, whatever.
Bruce frowns just a little. He wants Jason to go back to his peaceful sleep. But he doesn't push. The hand moves back to his lap and stays there.
He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face again.
Four hours. It'd been- somewhere past 3:30 when he'd konked out, hadn't it? So that'd make it past 7 now. Well past.
Which means... he'd missed his "session" with the shrink.
Huh.
Bruce hears the sigh. "Something wrong?"
He shakes his head.
Bruce nods. "Do you want something to eat? There's an hour and a half before J'onn arrives."
Ah, damn it. The bastard had just pushed it back, then. He represses a groan.
"I guess, yeah."
Bruce nods. "Any requests?"
He shrugs. "Whatever."
Bruce cocks an eyebrow but stands. "Alfred could decide to try a recipe out on you," he points out.
He shrugs again. "Sandwich, then. BLT or something."
Bruce nods and heads out.
Jason sighs and stands, walking over to sit on the couch.
Alfred of course has a selection of things laid out on the side bar, so rather then pester the man, he start putting together a sandwich for Jason. At least that is something he can't ruin. The lettuce is crisp, the cold cuts are perfect. Slices of Oka, Cheddar and Swiss go in as well. And tomato. Not exactly a BLT, but it should be good. He heads back into Jason's apartment.
He's watching the TV again when Bruce returns, though as usual, he's not really paying much attention to the program.
Bruce moves over to the man and presents the plate.
He accepts it silently, taking an absent bite. He's hungry as fuck, now that he's thinking about it- he hadn't really eaten much since yesterday, had he?
Bruce looks to the TV, mildly curious.
It's some random sitcom Jason's never heard of. He's not really watching it, not really thinking of anything right now.
He finishes his sandwich quickly, setting the empty plate back on the table.
And- awkward silence. Jason sighs, glancing back at the TV and throwing his arms over the back of the couch.
Bruce takes a seat in the chair. The silence doesn't bother him. Just being here is good. That Jason is letting him, and isn't trying to run him off is. Good.
"... you're really going through with this, huh?"
Bruce blinks at him calmly. "With what?"
"The whole shrink thing."
Bruce nods, watching Jason, just watching.
He groans and leans his head back on the couch.
"And I'm keeping my word. I'll be talking with J'onn as well.
"You'll have to forgive me if that doesn't make me feel any better."
Bruce just nods.
Jason just sighs and goes back to watching the television.
They sit in silence for a while, Jason watching the TV and glancing over at Bruce every now and again, Bruce... doing whatever the hell it is Bruce does. Sitting there, at any rate.
He looks over as he hears Bruce stand, gritting his teeth without meaning to. The new show's ending, and Bruce is looking like he's going to leave, which means... damn it. It's time.
He really needs to escape soon.
"J'onn should be here soon. I'll send him in." With that he heads out the airlock. He doesn't look at Jason. He doesn't have to. He can feel the man fuming at his back.
He groans again and stares up at the ceiling.
This isn't going to be fun.