[ He could've. Bruce chose instead to tie himself to an avatar of truth — an unbreakable bond, unflinching both outwards and inwards. It wasn't only Diana's strength or healing that filtered through that bond. It was the terrible understanding of wanting a place, wanting to share what it was with the few that were worth it. Cracked and ruined though it was, with little to offer. He's not giving. He takes, steals, keeps, hoards. Jim is one more little piece, to be safely wrapped, sheltered if he needs. Maybe that's what he wants, when he jumps. Not fearing the fall, but knowing there's somewhere that'll catch him. ]
no subject
That's me.
[ The window of the hatchback shatters. ]
And that's a bazooka. Brace yourself.