"My heart is cold and bitter," he grumbles. His phone has beeped, but he's not looking at it now. He needs a minute. Bruce leans his forehead against Clark's and breathes deep.

He's got a headache now. Goddamnit. When did he get old enough for headaches.

"I don't want him to be hurt further because of me... I would never have bothered him. You know that."

As potentially foolish as it is-- it's true. Bruce would have left Jason entirely alone, once he figured out there are two in the city and it was the other who'd been hassling him. He doesn't want to make him feel like Bruce is breathing over his shoulder.