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  <description>It&apos;s taken so long to find him that for the short moment Jason pauses to look, he doesn&apos;t trust his own eyes.  There&apos;s sweat in his eyes, exacerbating an already present sting, perspiration running down his arms to fight Jason for his grip on the batline, but it doesn&apos;t falter, aim desperately sure and grip too tight to let him fall, but now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now he&apos;s found him, Bruce&apos;s back to him in the jungle as he gathers wood for purposes Jason&apos;s wired too tight to understand.  In all the hours he&apos;s spent searching, Jason hasn&apos;t figured out a damn thing to say, crawling out of his skin ever since he left Cass&apos;s side, the depth of it, the weight of it too much to untangle and put into anything like words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could die here.  In the shape he&apos;s in, Jason doesn&apos;t have a prayer if Damian&apos;s lurking close by, but he doesn&apos;t give a fuck.  Of all the things he&apos;s decided he can live with, live &lt;i&gt;through&lt;/i&gt;, he&apos;s not sure this is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the trees at last, Jason hits the ground on legs almost too tired to hold him, but he stays upright, a croaked sound all that escapes him but for his labored breaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=prodigaljaybird&amp;ditemid=6336&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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