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The drive north is thankfully uneventful but the next few days that follow are not. Having already overly taxed himself, Jason has little left to fight the infection that asserts itself and stubbornly resists the first round of antibiotics. The fever leaves his brief moments awake a hell of undulating hot and cold. Despite his misery, the underlying sense of security remains. All around him is Alfred's space, Alfred's possessions, Alfred's presence and the comfort that comes with being cared for. A coolness descends upon his forehead at regular intervals and familiar voices just loud enough to be heard dance just outside of his comprehension. Only at one point does he vaguely begin to register a sense of anxiety building around him. A third voice comes and goes. It's a woman's voice he should know but can't find the brainpower to place. She's gone again when next he wakes to the haze. The cycle perpetuates for close to eighty hours.

Soon after the fever breaks, Bruce privately breathes a sigh of relief, suits up, and heads out into the night. Early the next morning, he can be found seated in front of the computer screens minus the cowl with only the bats and his thoughts to keep him company. He's been productive but admittedly distracted, Jason foremost on his mind.