He let his lips press together and they settled down into a wry little smile.

"We are who we are, Bruce. And a lot of that is what we've needed to be. "

Like he'd told Jason: this job wasn't kind. What they did, how it twisted you up and spit you out some days... and being Bruce was a much harder job than being Clark. At least, that's the way it looked to him. Bruce took on so much, took such weight on his shoulders, handed over quart after quart of his own blood, sweat, and tears as the world demanded it to keep spinning. He had his own struggles, but they seemed so insignificant when he considered all the things that Bruce did, all the balls he juggled, to try and make things better. And there was certainly a lot less thanks to be found in that cowl than in his cape.

"And I'm here for all of it."